Tumgik
#a date with u event
bokutosmochi · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
PAINT ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR FRENCH GIRLS ♡ GOJO SATORU
art student!gojo satoru x fem!reader
"two orders of rolled ice cream for gojo satoru and @aizumie please!"
ingredients? you help gojo paint in more ways than one
what's it? smut
allergen warnings? usage of paint in a sexual setting
sugar level? 2.8k
regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet
parlor's note? i feel like this is one of the more creative pieces i've done. i think i've written better smut, but because of how creative this one is, i'm very fond of it.
bon appetit!
Tumblr media
he told you it was just going to be a regular painting date, and you took it seriously. after all, painting was one of gojo's biggest passions in life and this was not the first time you've had such a date.
the first hour you spent in his dorm room was what you expected. when you entered, you were greeted by two canvases on their easels. there were two chairs behind them for you and gojo to sit on while you worked, and a small table between them which held two sets of paint.
everything gone smoothly; well, as smooth as you were gonna get when it comes to your boyfriend. he laughed while he booped your nose with his red paint-covered finger, saying how you were too late in reference to rudolph the red nosed reindeer, called your name to make you turn to the side while he held a wet paintbrush close to your face, and his usual shenanigans.
after washing up and taking a short break though, satoru told you he needed your help with a particular painting for one of his classes.
"babyy, you would do anything for me, right?" he batted his pretty white eyelashes up at you while cuddled into your stomach which lightly churned at his words. it was like your body already knew he was up to something no good, and you couldn't help your body from doing so. he was gojo satoru, after all.
with eyes narrowed to slits, you gazed at him, "what is it, 'toru?"
he was quiet, very uncharacteristic. he flashed his best pout at you, and imitated puppy dog eyes which he knew you could never say no to. he rarely pulled the move out. it was what he considered to be his secret weapon against you, so needless to say, you became very curious about the favor he's going to ask of you.
"well, remember when i got sick last week and had to skip some classes?" you do. of course you do. you were the one to tell him that dancing in the rain was a bad idea, but him being himself, simply gave you the hoodie he was wearing and proceeded to run to the area of the campus without protection from the rain, your hand in his, and danced the night away like it wasn't twenty degrees and storming. other than that, you were also the one to nurse him back to health.
you didn't respond, only gave him a look that encouraged him to continue. "i wasn't able to attend my class with mr takeda, and uh, he informed me that," he flashed you a smile and held your hand "we were supposed to do nude paintings that day."
your eyebrows raised and he explained further. "the prof said he usually would be able to hook students up with models, but i refused." he said proudly. "didn't think you'd be comfortable if it was just me 'nd them."
you smiled warmly at him, running a hand through his snow-like hair. you probably wouldn't have kicked up a fuss if your boyfriend didn't refuse his professor's offer - you trusted gojo with your life and knew he would never do anything that would hurt you. other than that, it would be a professional setting between model and artist - but nevertheless, you were still thankful of how thoughtful he is. no matter how much of a menace to society gojo is, he is incredibly emotionally intelligent and he knows his limits.
"thank you, 'toru." you pressed a kiss to the crown of his head. "i really appreciate that." your voice is as soft as the strawberry chiffon cake satoru buys from the bakery across the university's gates, and as sweet as the treat. he melts at that, the way always does when it comes to you. "just one of the things to be grateful for when gojo satoru is your boyfriend." he chuckles bringing your intertwined fingers to his face and kissing your knuckles.
you shook your head at him fondly, but then was struck with curiosity fueled by the way he acted earlier. this was all good news that didn't strike a single negative emotion in you, so why was he buttering you up earlier.
"why were you being all pouty earlier though? sure seemed like you had something up your sleeve."
his sheepish grin returned and his cheeks got red. "was just gettin' to that part. since i turned down the prof's offer for a model, i kinda need someone else to model for me."
even without him saying the words, you already knew what he was trying to say, what the favor he's going to ask of you. your eyes widened in horror "can't you just call up professor takeda and ask if his offer still stands?" you pushed him off of you so you could stand up and pace around the room. "i can't just, be your model for your nude painting!"
he pouted at you, but his face did not look apologetic in the least. "but babyyy," he drawled the word out making you glare at him. "doin' that and going back on my word will make me look bad. is that you want for your precious boyfriend who did this to make you happy and feel secure in our relationship?"
satoru always had a way with words and especially a way with puppy dog eyes. it worked like a charm, just like how he expected it to.
now here you found yourself laying down on his bed with your head turned to the side and your back arched.
stripped naked.
"don't worry, baby. i'll change your face in the painting so people won't know it's you." he was painting your skin now, mixing colors to mimic your skin tone perfectly.
you rolled your eyes at him for the nth time that night.
you knew that this was inevitable. gojo was supposed to do nude paintings with his class, but he wasn't able to attend. his professor offered to call an individual who could model for him, but he turned it down. of course this would be the outcome. you knew that, but you simply couldn't help yourself.
"we're dating satoru." you stated plainly. "everyone knows that, and you're famous. word travels fast. i bet everyone already knows you didn't attend that nude painting class and that you turned down professor takeda's offer." you couldn't help but cover your face with your hands. "which means that when people see this, they'll know it's me. who else could it be?"
all of a sudden, your hands were pried from your face and gojo was a few mere inches from you. "who cares? you're gorgeous, baby. one of the reasons why i turned down professor takeda's offer in the first place was so i could brag my beautiful girlfriend to all the fuckers on campus." he smirks before leaning down and capturing your lips with his. "now stop panicking 'bout it."
you're helpless when it comes to him. you lose your train of thought, and automatically reach up to circle your arms around his neck like it was a reflex and kissing him deeper.
he sat up from his position over you to sit down, taking you with him, and making you straddle his lap. "you have been such a naughty girl for me, huh princess?" he provokes you, the tip of his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. "i have been nothing but nice and considerate to your feelings." he picked you up and walked over to an empty canvas in the corner of his room. "i chose to pick you as my model because of how intimate it is and you have been acting like such a damn brat the whole time." he speaks through his teeth.
one of his hands snake to your neck and squeezes lightly. "you want to be a brat? fine. i'll show you how ungrateful brats get treated." he let go of your neck and dropped you to the floor on your feet. he grabbed your by your hips to spin you around. now, you were facing the empty beige canvas and he was behind you.
the air in the room was hot with anticipation. as always, satoru seemed to have something planned, but you had no idea what it is. it still excited you though. you trusted him after all.
you turned your head to the side to connect your lips with his and kissed him feverently. the way he had a hand on your side, tracing random figures with his warm fingers set your nerves ablaze. it was a simple gesture, and although you would fawn over it if you were just cuddling, it was different in this environment, and he knew it. he knew all the ways in order to wind up up and have you putty in his hands. begging, whining putty, that is.
you were so invested in him, in the way he consumed you and your entire being that you didn't even feel the way he was leaning down though he was taking you with him while he was doing so. you just realized that something had happened when you felt something cold and ticklish on your stomach.
you jumped a bit, and looked down at the culprit to see his hand, covered in hot pink colored paint. your stomach was the same color now too.
he didn't pay much mind to it, completely ignoring your gaze. instead, he leaned down once again, now with you aware of his actions. he dipped his hand into the can of paint, and spread it all over your pelvis.
he grinned at you, biting the lobe of your ear lightly, then trailing down your neck.
"tits next, yea?" his voice sent a shiver of excitement running up and down your spine and he could tell. he knew your body too well at this point.
"you like that, hmm?" his voice was teasing as he let his hand hover over your breasts and let the paint drip, drip, drip.
you marveled at his patience, knowing how much your gasps as the cold paint rolled over your perky nipples affected him. it was something he always voiced out; how much the noises you let out in the bedroom made his cock throb.
"there ya go."
it's a whisper into the space. he didn't want to speak too loudly, didn't want his voice to drown out your pretty moans as he gropes at your tits and pinches your nipples between his fingers. "let it all out."
you were next to convulsing in his hold, squirming around and making so much pretty noises he's sure he could get himself off to alone if he tried. you just felt so stimulated even though satoru hasn't even entered you yet. the way he's kept one warm hand on your body, the way satoru knew how to touch and play with you just right, the way you felt how they rolled down you, pleasureably in this context was too much for you and you wanted nothing more than for your boyfriend to fuck you already.
"'toru, 'toru, fuck me, please." you sobbed, turning your face to the side and whining into his bicep. "want you so bad!"
you could feel vibrations from where he stood, pressed up behind you. "yeah, baby? already begging for my cock? well, i should take care of my princess before the paint dries on her pretty skin, hmm?" he presses his cock onto your slit, before pulling out, and rubbing it over the hood of your clit making you cry out once again. "no more teasing! please, 'toru, want your cock so bahhh-" you were cut off by him entering you in one go.
you were already so wet, beads of your arousal mixed with satoru's paint dripping from your pussy to your thighs. your boyfriend did not have any problem or met any resistance as he buried himself to the hilt.
your breath hitched in your throat as he began to thrust in and out of you, pressing you into the canvas as he goes. he had a vice-like grip on your hips, one that's so tight you knew he would leave fingertip-shaped bruises in the morning, but you couldn't get yourself to care if it meant he would fuck you the way he was.
"this what you wanted?" he panted into your ear. you could feel his hot breath on your sensitive neck, and you swore you could almost taste the chocolate and spearmint candy he had a few minutes before on your tongue. the intimacy and sensuality of it all made you gush out again, coating his balls and making him swear.
it felt so good for the both of you and right then and there, satoru promises to take you to the fancy, gourmet boba place you kept on raving about because he doubts you feel as good as he does and he needs to make it up to you. he doubts you currently feel as pleasured as he is with your warm and wet pussy enveloping his cock, even when his hand travels down your body and gently rubs at your clit the way he knew you liked it.
"i'm so close." you breathed out, not at all minding the way you softly continued to thud against the large canvas in front of you. it was in the back of your mind, you couldn't even register it right now. the only thing you could feel, the only thing that mattered was the tight coiling between your thighs. "please, toru, please. n-no more teasing."
you sincerely hoped satoru was just as into it as you were because you were a mess. you had no doubt in your mind that if satoru was in a better condition than you are right now, he would relentlessly dangle this day over your head; nothing quite stroked his ego as much as you begging and whining for his cock.
"let go for me,"
that was all you needed to hear before cumming and letting the tightly wound knot explode.
you didn't know how long your orgasm lasted. you're ninety nine percent sure you passed out because the next thing you knew, you were in satoru's bed, still nude, but now with your regular skin color -- he has already cleaned all the paint away.
satoru looked like the opposite of you. he was fully clothed and entirely composed now, sat behind the easel in front of the bed.
normally, he strongly disliked it whenever his art making sessions were disturbed - something about snapping him out of the zone, he told you once - but this time, his face lifted with something akin to excitement when you woke up.
"finally, was starting to think i dicked you down too hard." he smirked, standing up. "c'mon, i have something to show you."
you tried to do as he said, to no avail. your felt an ache in your legs which shook with effort when you stood up. you couldn't even hold yourself up properly, needing support from the bedpost.
seeing your dilemma, satoru walked over with no problems at all, only a hint of amusement in his features. "alright princess. seems like i did dick you down too hard." he chuckled, picking you up and carrying you bridal style.
you shook your head and leaned against his chest with your eyes closed, still tired. you only opened them up when you felt satoru stop walking.
your eyes widened and your fingers longed to reach out in front of you and touch the canvas your boyfriend fucked you against. now it is no longer mere canvas, but an art piece. the shape of your body was stamped onto the beige color, satoru's body being the force behind it.
"pretty cool, eh? had a dream about this once and couldn't get the idea out of my mind."
you blinked at him. "you have dreams of us having sex?"
"all the time." his answer was shameless, but perhaps that was one of the things you loved about him so much; the way he was shameless about loving you. "aw c'mon, aren't you gonna gawk at our masterpiece some more?" he pouted making you roll your eyes.
"'m tired, toru. lemme sleep first, then i'll gawk at it, alright?"
Tumblr media
i get: reblog
you get: a new set of paint
453 notes · View notes
yourlocalgrass · 1 month
Text
I got bored and decided to go through some of the events I haven’t read before, since I have like 10 opened up Lonely Devil, (don’t ask why) currently reading the Garden one and this event is actually so much fun?? We get to spend time with each character but doesn’t feel forced somehow?
And the characters weren’t boring this time around we actually had Beel who wasn’t all about food and insisted MC to rest when he can see that they’re tired that’s so sweet 😭
Oh gosh and this moment was gold
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Manipulative little brat I love him
Tumblr media
Wth the characters actually feel so alive in this event like what 😭
Mammon literally friggin fainted I was actually dying
The interactions between the characters also feel so much more better than them interacting with just MC, or their interactions being fighting over MC
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Were old events like this?? They look so much more fun or is this one just one of the few special events where it seems like effort was actually put in?
I also watched the UR devilgram for this on YouTube and it was pretty lengthy and more interactive. Compared to most devilgrams especially now days that is.
This just proves theres potential to do events right but they just don’t put the effort in. Even with the spotlight events, the first ones were so good and now it’s gone completely downhill.
32 notes · View notes
3vocatio · 1 year
Text
solomon really is the devs' favorite, huh. not once have they disappointed with a solomon-centered event, dialogue, or scene (save for the change in his last birthday event). they just... carve him out so meticulously compared to everyone else because his thoughts and actions have flowed so smoothly compared to when we first met him?
when we met him, you could view him as arrogant or a bit odd and eccentric, because the basis of him greeting you seems to be out of curiousity. during his hdd card, he even admits that he didn't pay much mind to mc other than being curious of what they were going to do, but his affections slowly grew the more his eyes were opened to new experiences and perspectives.
now, we get a solomon who doesn't solely focus on his experiments or ancient texts, but also confronts people when they step out of line or cross a boundary because he maintains his ability to be kind. he never insults others, he makes sure that everyone's needs or wishes are met, but not to the point where he sacrifices his own wishes. his recent birthday in which he gifted everyone their modified trinkets & gadgets on his own birthday is proof of that.
if someone treats him with contempt, he normally doesnt hold it against them because he's perceptive enough to note where that bitterness is coming from.
there aren't many people caught up with the hard mode lessons, but (s4 spoilers) he's highly aware of how lonely thirteen is, and comes by to visit her on the rare occassion as though she were a neighbor, much to her disdain. he caught onto simeon's doomed fate far before it happened when he noted how 'different' simeon's philosophies were from the collective behavior that is associated with the celestial realm. once simeon dealt with the consequences, solomon was the first to confront him. again. and again. and again. no matter how much simeon denied it or rejected everyone around him, solomon was the one to understand how lonely it can be to deal with something all on your own.
and it's why we see him agreeing to play cards with mammon although everyone else believes it to be a waste of time, allowing leviathan to be himself when no one else can keep up with his passionate rants, always responding to satan's endless inquiries and gathering cats for his birthday every year, indulging in asmodeus' invitations to go shopping or do spa days when everyone else believes it to be draining, checking on beelzebub when others fail to note his subtle sadness or struggle, inviting belphegor to overview his experiments he needs help with when no one bothers to invite him anywhere because they're under the impression that belphegor will turn them down.
for the less notable people, solomon also cleverly checks on lucifer's state by asking for a pact every time he sees him as a greeting, he constantly works with diavolo to ensure that they both meet compromises for the program, he is the person that barbatos entrusts his own life to (grimoire), he is someone that luke can trust without fail, and as i've mentioned earlier, someone who makes sure that simeon doesn't harm himself or the people around him and visits thirteen's lonely cave even when he isn't wanted there.
i haven't seen much interaction with raphael and mephistopheles when it comes to solomon, but solomon is always happy to finally share his cooking with someone who adores it and makes sure that he helps raphael with chores around (albeit horribly..). if i remember correctly, too, he regularly speaks with mephistopheles behind the scenes.
and as for mc? not once has he stepped over their boundaries. he is confident in himself, but he never assumed anything of mc--in fact, he was the first one to ever show faith in them being able to reach their fullest potential by sharing his own power with them for a few hours, just to see what they could do. he is confident when sharing his affections, but he always humbly backs down when he's unsure of how mc will react. prime example is during the planetarium event where everyone spent time with mc and solomon chose to give mc some space instead of selfishly hoarding them to himself because he noticed how tired they looked, and wanted them to focus on relaxing.
bottom line, though, i think that if you pay close attention to solomon throughout the story, whether it be in devilgrams, events, daily chats, or the main story itself, you'll notice how consistent and well-written he is compared to nearly every character. i enjoy him very much and thought of sharing this with all of you to see what you think :] i'm aware that i'm biased, though, haha--very much so.
332 notes · View notes
oatbugs · 1 month
Text
pls i need to provide updates
#basically yesterday night was chaharshanbe suri . which is a solar new yr tradition where we let go of the past suffering in our year#and like...start the new yr w fresh vigour . anyway so my friend was at the event and we were abt to leap over the fire#and she was like bro im im glad u blocked her (situationship) etc etc . and then. my phone started vibrating. and i look at it. and my f#friend looks at it. and its her. and were both like what the fuck?? i blocked her things r Over and anyway so i pick up the phone and shesl#acting like nothing happened (bc nothing DID happen for her) and she was like ohh ur doing chaharshanbe suri im not doing anything etc what#are ur new yr plans so i jusr .IDK WHY I DID THIS . but ig i didnt wanna come off as like lonely i said probably hanging out w family and#friends maybe reading poetry together . et cetera and she was like wait that sounds so fun why didnt u invite me!#LIKE WDYM YOUVE BEEN CONSISTENTLY MAKING IT CLEAR U DONT WANT TO BE IN MY PRESENCE . and i told her that after#everything i thought she didnt want to see me again and she was like you always think that 😐 . like. ?? ok anyway so she expects me to#invite her . and like. there is an above 0% but sub-5% chance she will actually show up . but the panic that gripped me#i started making calls to my friends asking them if they can come on the 23rd bc there must be an event and also i asked my mother#and she said actually yeah i am doing a thing on the 23rd :D it involves over 16 ppl (we live in a v small flat) of which like...7 are kids#so you wont have space to be in ur own room let alone invite others. which tbh like ...being around a bunch of loud kids doesnt seem fun fo#any of my friends or me etc so i thought maybe i should arrange things so that we all go out together and if she shows up she shows up 🤷‍♀️#but . im so. WHY DID I SAY THAT . i had to panic-call my research partner and ask him to get from oxf to where i live on the 23rd#and when he heard the explanation he like. the light in his voice disappeared 💀 but he potentially agreed so idk#THE ISSUE IS. 23rd im supposed to also have . a date#w this girl that i had a huge crush on when i was 15-16 (posted abt this b4 but id get shitty black coffee in the mornings just to spend a#few more minuted w her each day and she was the cleverest girl in school and she cared abt nothing but her academics but now shes very gay#scraggly homosexual etc etc shes cute) and YEAH IDK#like id have to go there on the date come back fast meet ppl POTENTIALLY (again under 5%) meet situationship girl#like is that even doable#but the thing is it would be so so so funny bc all of my friends dislike her sooo much#.........what if i invited the girl im supposed to have a date w over to hang out w us#god that would be so hilarious and chaotic . i wont do it tho im a mature person x#but it would be soooo funny#I HAVE AN ASSIGNMENT DUE TMRW 12:30PM IT IS 10:49PM RN I HAVENT STARTED IT bc i was rotting sadly in bed#popped a ritalin pill tho so here we go x#i have found myself in a state of such sheer agony and rage and sorrow and grief over this girl that atp i feel like#its just so entertaining . like i feel vaguely over it? ik nothing will come of it so its like just . have fun . vibe
22 notes · View notes
celestialrealms · 9 months
Text
tbh we're so overdue for a barbatos outfit where he's wearing a dress. like.... bestie is such a milf that he dressed in drag and was so Lovely it made people fall in love with him so much he had to stop doing it forever??? thats how banging of a lady he is. im not saying a gnc barbatos outfit could be lifechanging and save us all...... but i actually am
84 notes · View notes
diabratz · 2 years
Text
Tumblr media
WHO MADE THIS WHO WROTE THIS WHO-
758 notes · View notes
enaeura · 6 days
Text
sometimes i really sit back and think about how cléo went from idol who eats ice cream with a fork to idol who gets publicly cheated on twice
Tumblr media
14 notes · View notes
cloudcountry · 5 months
Note
Ok, I had to check the rules and hype myself up way longer than necessary to feel brave enough to do this. I have a request for the event: Can you do Solomon from Obey me and first anniversary letter? (I was originally going to joke about getting a letter from you, but you, unfortunately, are not an obey me, twst, or ikemen character 😔)
hello mc! i’m sure you know what today is, right? it’s our first anniversary! i left some of your favorite snacks on the kitchen table for when you get back, made by yours truly <3 and don’t worry, i cast a spell on them to make sure they stay warm!
i just wanted to remind you how grateful i am to you. sometimes i feel as though i’m not enough for you, since we’re both constantly surrounded by demons and angels and they’re all so powerful. i’m plenty powerful in my own right, of course, but back in our timeline they had you all to themselves far too often for my comfort...
and yet you still chose me. but today isn’t about them, so i’m sorry for talking about it. but i guess you’d say its okay, right?
i love you. i’ll say it every day until i can’t anymore. i love you with all of my being and i’m so happy when you say you love me too.
so come up to our bedroom and say it to me in person, okay? i have a new tome i’d like to show you.
solomon
38 notes · View notes
bambisnc · 25 days
Text
Tumblr media
10 notes · View notes
idyllcy · 5 months
Note
Hiii,for the matchup event,Could I request a matchup with dc fandom?
So ok,
I am an ambidextrous person, depending on who I am with, I am extroverted or introverted, I like to talk about the things that I like to others, I tend to be somewhat negative xd, I get nervous easily, and I am quite a perfectionist, my ideal type would be someone with goals, and tastes similar to mine, fun, but serious in the moments that require it, and that he pays a lot of attention to me and does not leave me unattended, my ideal date would be to go to dinner something that we both like, chat about our favorite books(because literature is romantic for me lol) in the dinner, then watch a movie together and at the end of the day kiss, my sign is Aries, I am a VERY TALL woman (and seriously, quite tall) I have dark eyes and hair. Sorry if this is too long but I hope you have fun making my matchup.
Have a good day¡
coffee and books, dinner and wine
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
The warmth of the coffee flutters through the air as you flip the page of your book, and you look up at Jason, blinking at him slowly as his glasses slide down the bridge of his nose.
"Staring, beautiful?"
"Yeah." You chuckle, cheeks warm. "It's been a while since we've gotten to do this."
"I'll be sure to do it more often, then," He slides his glasses back up, humming. "How do you like your book?"
"It's pretty good." You hum. "Have you read it yet?"
"I will soon." He chuckles.
Tumblr media
Headcanons:
you and Jason take book recs from each other
he takes you out for dinner pretty often, and he brings you roses when he picks you up
if you ever worry about your height, no worries! wear heels all you want he is completely fine with it lol
movie nights are also super common (Jason breaks in through the window with pizza or smth else and the two of you watch a movie on the couch)
Also, sometimes he does go missing, but you could summon him home with a single phone call 😭 it's happened before
(also, if you don't answer his calls at night and don't tell him you're doing something, he will find you. It's a little scary how he knows where you are at all times)
20 notes · View notes
bokutosmochi · 1 year
Text
Tumblr media
CREAMY, STICKY ♡ FUSHIGURO TOJI
fushiguro toji x fem!reader
"two orders of ice cream bites for fushiguro toji and anon please!"
ingredients? although used to the way people would stare at him, it still gets on his nerves when people try to pry into your private moments.
what's it? smut
allergen warnings? mean dom!toji, food play, hints of dumbification, toji calls himself daddy one (1) time, oral [f!receiving]
sugar level? 0.9k
regulars? @tokyometronetwork @takipnet
parlor's note? toji would so do this, he told me himself!!
bon appetit!
Tumblr media
most of the time, toji did not mind the way people stared at him. after all, it did not take a genius to find out why people would do so, whether that be because of his size - most people didn't see guys his stature, both in height and broadness outside of their weekly tv -, his attractiveness, or because of his title as sorcerer killer. but it was different when people would stare at him whenever he was on a date with you.
it was supposed to be private, intimate, some one-on-one time with his girlfriend, yet prying eyes kept on glaring holes onto his body.
the both of you are casually eating ice cream at the ice cream parlor near your house. it was his treat after being away for a mission worth half a million yen for such a long time. you missed him a lot, so you were very affectionate with him, sitting beside him in the booth instead of in front of him, cuddling to his side, and pressing sticky ice cream kisses to his cheeks. all thoughout your interaction, people kept on staring at the both of you, something that got on his nerves. with a huff and a roll of his eyes, he grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the store.
the distance between the ice cream parlor you were at and your house was fairly short, so it was only a five minute walk to get there, especially since toji was dragging you by the wrist. though he looked pissed off, his hold on you was gentle and you did not feel an ache in your hand while he ignored your questions about his sudden erratic behavior, "toji! toji! what's wrong?" has all fell to deaf ears.
you only got your answer once you got home and your boyfriend slammed you into the door, right hand planted on your hips, and the other still holding a cup of vanilla bean ice cream. "fuckin' people don't know how to mind their goddamn business." he growled out, smashing his lips against yours. "don't know how to keep their eyes to themselves." the kiss was filthy, your tongues licking against each other's and your teeth clashed as you kissed hurriedly, as if you were going to get separated from each other for a month-long mission again.
your hand that wasn't holding on to a cup of half-melted ice cream found their way to his hair, pulling him to you, and pulling him to the bedroom.
"fuck, sweetheart." he breathed out. the ice cream was now on the bedside table and you were under him, so, so close. so much so that you could feel his warmth breath on your face, then down your neck as he pressed wet kisses further down your body. "missed ya so fuckin' much, sweet girl. have no idea how much i miss those sweet little noises of yours." he growled out when you let out a tiny whimper as he sucked a loud hickey onto your collarbone. "i'll give 'em something to stare at." he murmured roughly.
he looked at you, addicted to the way you look during times like this, your half-lidded eyes, oozing lust and desire and the slight o-shape of your mouth while you lightly panted. when his eyes drifted from you, to the side, he smirked, lifting that scar on his lips that you always thought was dangerously attractive. "wouldn't want to waste these, eh, sweet girl?" he got the cup of ice cream and tilted it to the side, letting the beloved dairy product to drip onto your stomach.
its cold temperature made you gasp. it was such a contrast from everything that you were currently feeling, toji's hot breath on you, the humidity of the room covering his well-sculpted body in a sheen of sweat, and his warm hands palming up and down your body knowing how to set your nerves on fire like the way he knows exactly how to kill even the best sorcerers the jujutsu world had to offer. "t-toji," you grasped his thick wrist.
"aw, don't ya worry yer pretty little head, hun." he dipped his head to lick the creamery off of you. you were so starved of his attention that even the simple gesture made your back arch off the bed making him chuckle. "ya like that princess? when daddy eats ice cream off of ya?"
he did it again making you mewl. "tojiiii," his name dragged out of your pouty lips so lustfully, yet it reached his ears and buried itself into your mind like a prayer. "need you so bad."
he did it again and again just to tease you and you found yourself squirming in his hold, mindless and begging for something you no longer knew at this point.
he got the spoon and spread some of the sweet liquid on your inner thighs, then sucking on it.
he was so close to where you wanted him, mere centimeters away. you couldn't help but buck your hips helplessly, after all, you were at his mercy at this point. "toji, pleasepleaseplease." you babbled, much to his amusement.
"yer really enjoying this aintcha, princess? probably like me doing this to ya more than eating ice cream." he smirked before finally, finally burying his face between your legs to where you needed him the most.
Tumblr media
i get: reblog
you get: ice cream
542 notes · View notes
pinwheel-plant · 6 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
happy future day! have some assorted marties
27 notes · View notes
yourlocalgrass · 18 days
Text
Shit. There is no Levi birthday Pop quiz revival on the OG meaning there won’t be any other birthday revivals they’ve taken away the last of it.
24 notes · View notes
deus-ex-mona · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
the way this was the last new image featuring daimeggle th o u g h
14 notes · View notes
marchsage · 5 months
Text
Tumblr media
Kuruto sighs as he finishes his drink, Date convinced him to get drinks after work but it wasn’t making him feel any less awful about being so pathetic.  “M sorry..” Kuruto mumbles, slumped over on the bar. Date sighs. “I told you to stop apologizing, especially when I don’t even know what you did wrong.” “For making you feel bad…” His voice trails off, Date was perfect. An amazing detective, a charismatic person with a large circle of friends and an active life outside of work. And here he is taking care of the worthless Kuruto Ryuki who has nothing outside of work. Instead of spending time with his friends Date is here trying to cheer up Ryuki after one of his many fuck ups.
my piece for the aitsf big bang event on twitter! it was a delight working with postmorbid (artist) and remi814 (writer) - check out the accompanying art and fic to this piece!
13 notes · View notes
t-tomuras · 9 months
Text
𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐩 + 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫... @kaidabakugou
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: Fake dating
“Demons hide themselves in peculiar spaces,” you comment quietly to yourself as you attempt to maintain your balance and stay in step with the women before you. The okobo you wear requiring you all to take calculated steps as you march towards the matchmaker. You think this demon isn’t very smart, targeting women for their meals as if the grieving husbands to be wouldnt question why their bride was never heard from again after meeting with the matchmaker.
You pose as a prospective wife while your hashira, hair temporarily dyed black lest the demon you hunt recognizes the trademark blond locks with auburn tips of the Rengoku family. Stifling your laugh with puffed cheeks as you recall the story Kyoujuro had told you of how that came to be. A simple telling of their ancestors eating too many tempura shrimp.
You would’ve accepted him lying and saying it was to symbolize the uncontrollable blaze of their souls but that wasn’t really Kyoujuros style. An honest man with a good heart. It was hard not to let your mind wander in calm moments like these, filing in to the cramped little building with all the blinds drawn so not even a sliver of light could seep in. For once he doesn’t wear a smile, stone faced and stoic as the candlelight paints him beautifully and in that moment you understand what other women your age feel like when they meet with prospective husbands because of their matchmaker.
Kyoujuro looks over the line of painted faces but he smiles when his eyes meet yours, that brilliant grin of his that many say rivals the sun itself. You have to remind yourself that this is a ploy, that you’re in a mission with your hashira. To quiet your heart as he asks for you specifically and the matchmaker dismisses the other women despite the bereft sighs some of them heave.
A tension builds that only you and Kyoujuro can sense, understanding the feeling of being hunted. There was no mistaking you’d found the culprit for the disappearances of all those women. Fingers fisting the fabric of your kimono as you force the mask of a demure woman to remain on your face until the last civilian is gone.
You don’t have your sword but you don’t worry as the demon lunges for you first once the other young ladies have made their exit, you alone the woman rengoku chose for this ruse for this express purpose. It happens in a flash, faster than you can blink because of the brilliance of his technique before the grotesque creature seeking your flesh’s head is detached from its body. Face painted in shock as you no longer sit where you once were, their skull rolling along the tatami as their body begins to crumble into ash.
Rengoku holds you firmly in his arms, sword still drawn despite the disposal of the minimal threat to your safety. The dye flakes from his hair from the heat of the flame breathing’s second form, revealing his mane as he smiles down at the demon.
“I ask you not try and lay your hands on my bride,” a hearty laugh following and you’re thankful for the confined space, blaming the heat of his technique for the warmth that stings the apples of your cheeks.
20 notes · View notes