#natto answers

[natto-axolotl]

18 19 25 choose violence ...

HI DEV YOU PUT NO FANDOM BUT I WILL DO ONE FOR LIMBUS COMPANY

18. it's absolutely criminal that the fandom has been sleeping on...

i don't really feel much about any pairing in limbus and saying this gets slept on feels false but rodigor. i feel like not as many people like it as they do meurgreg/honggreg/ryodon/faustdon/rodimael but i really really like their dynamic and the ways in which they contrast with each other. guy who hates himself x girl who thinks she's the hottest shit ever. underrated honestly. also ao3 user mayoipia's writing about ishmadon is fucking top notch and it burrows so so so deeply into my brain i still need to draw smth about their band au fic. as for characters/nonromantic dynamics i think ryoshu should be explored more outside of the funny murder acronym woman, and ryoshu and greg friendship is very fun and compelling to me.

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

a lot of times i don't really see the rationale behind pairings outside of the ones i like but meurgreg stuck bc of twt user I_LOVE_ROLAND. also i don't see most outis ships because to me outis's hyperturbo divorced/messy marriage aura negates her old hag yuri energy but faustis is fun to think about. really there's nothing that's a big guilty pleasure for me (other than like. super sad/tender/angsty verdante. wait that counts lol yeah verdante is a guilty pleasure of mine)

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

i hear people whinge about balancing and difficulty a lot in this game and usually I'm super into that bc i love reading up on game metas but with limbus i have a very "play and let play" attitude because to me limbus is a VN first and game second. rn the game's too RNG dependent/powercreep heavy for me to enjoy the meta and most problems have glaringly straightforward solutions that feel unfun when use and miserable when not.

#natto answers #natto blabbos #ask #invalid-outlaw #limbus company #lcb #limbus #ask meme #ask game

[asktheblueidiot]

I think its 1000 years old it should be eatable

Goggles wastes no time opening the fermented beans. Oh it's natto!

I've had this before! :DDD

#muse speaks #anon #answered #(Natto's pretty good also don't mind me inserting a random bean food)

[today-i-am-thinking-about]

biofilms on vegetables

#a sequence of events: #i see that ive taken too long to finish the peas ive had in the fridge bc theyre clumping together in a sticky mass again #i wonder what exactly is causing my peas to look like natto #i search 'natto' and read 'soybeans fermented by bacteria' and immediately have my answer #i mean ive still eaten the peas when theyve been like this before. they just dont taste very good. i guess its the fucking BACTERIA my god #my stomach is made of iron in exchange for my nerves being made of tissue paper

[sugoi-and-spice]

Konbini Crush

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Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu x Reader

Rating: G - Minors still DNI though

CW: Nothin. Just pure sickeningly sweet fluff. :)

She was pretty sure that the cute guy she often ran into at the convenience store had a girlfriend. 

Maybe it was the kind, committal energy he gave off, or the fact that he often seemed to be talking to someone named Rika on what she assumed was his bluetooth, or maybe it was even just her own pessimism. Enough years in the throes of capitalism and the dating scene having brought the truth to her eyes that that no guy this sweet could ever be single. 

Whatever the reason was, it was a tragedy of course. He was cute as a button and absolutely her type. But maybe in retrospect, it had been a blessing in disguise. After all, the fact that he “had a girlfriend” meant that she had no chance with him. And that gave her no inhibitions from talking to him.

He was a gloomy-seeming guy at first, but when she finally worked up the courage to speak to him — asking him if the salted cabbage bento he always bought was any good — he instantly lit up.

“Oh yeah! Really good.”

She learned that same day that his name was Yuta Okkotsu. 

The next time she saw him, she learned that he was on his school’s kendo team. Although, it was a little weird the way he reacted when she asked about it.

“That’s why you carry that practice sword, right?” she asked, “You’re just coming off from practice?”

“O-Of course!” he answered with a nervous laugh, “It’s a practice sword…”

Yes, the awkward almost-surprise he gave her was a little odd, but also he was just a little odd. Everything about him held a sort of bashful energy, and yet strangely enough, not an anxious one. He held himself with a lot of confidence, a comfort in himself and his skin that was really rare these days. But not in a boastful way by any means. He seemed like a former wallflower that had truly bloomed.

Ugh, she knew that she shouldn’t have been hyperfixating on him this way. He had a girlfriend afterall. And yet still, when 6pm rolled around, she found herself taking a little extra time at the onigiri shelf, waiting to hear that gentle lilt that always made her heart skip a beat, waiting for—

“Good evening.”

She turned to Yuta with a tired, yet giddy smile, “Good evening.”

He took his spot next to her, looking through the refrigerated bentos and natto just next to the onigiri.

“How was practice?” she asked.

“Oh you know, same old, same old,” he answered, pausing his browsing so he could look her right in the eye, “How about you? How was work?”

“Nothing special, burnt my hand a little on the grill,” she answered, showing off her bandaged palm, “Boss yelled at me for doing it in front of customers. Same old, same old.”

Yuta was instantly concerned, “Oh no, are you alright?”

“Meh,” she shrugged, “It hurts a bit still, but I’ll live.”

He reached for her hand and then paused, looking at her for permission, “May I?”

She blushed a little at that, “Oh! Uh, s-sure…”

Yuta proceeded, taking her hand into his own. He ran his thumbs along the length of her bandages, applying just the slightest pressure. He was gentle with her, just like he seemed to be with everything. She found herself getting lost in that touch, in the idea of what it would be like to feel that sort of gentleness everywhere else…

“Alright, how’s that feel?”

She blinked out of her thoughts and looked back down to her hand, processing just how it felt. And to her shock, the stinging had actually gone away.

“W-Woah!” she said, holding her hand up to her face, “It feels great! What are you, a sorcerer or something?!”

Yuta laughed, waving her off, “No, no, nothing like that. It’s just a circulatory massage. Helps with the pain.”

“I’ll say,” she said in disbelief, waving her hand back and forth freely.

“You should still keep the bandage on for a couple of days though, to let it heal.”

“Will do, will do. Thank you,” she smiled, still completely engrossed in the painlessness of her hand, “This birthday isn’t totally shit after all.”

“Today’s your birthday?”

She froze. Shit, did she say that out loud? Her face turned bright red at the realization. God, she must’ve felt like she was totally fishing for a compliment or “happy birthday” or something now! She couldn’t be more embarrassed.

“Yeah, ‘fraid so,” she finally answered, trying to play it cool as the picked up a spicy tuna onigiri, looking over the ingredients on the back.

“And you’re spending it buying food from the konbini?!”

Okay, he seemed genuinely shocked and a little upset by that (what a sweetheart), so maybe he didn’t think she was totally weird for bringing this up out of nowhere.

“Living the dream, I know,” she chuckled.

Yuta shook his head and tutted, “No, no — I don’t think so.” He grabbed the onigiri out of her hand and placed it back on the shelf.

“Hey— My dinner!” she whined.

“We can do better than this. What do you say to some sushi?”

She blinked, genuinely surprised, “S… Sushi?”

Yuta rubbed the back of his head, an embarrassed little blush spreading on his cheeks, “Well, it’ll be conveyor belt, but I know a really good place if that’s okay with you.”

He clocked her awestruck expression and immediately panicked a little.

“Oh no, that was way too forward wasn’t it?” he looked down, a nervous muttering she’d never seen from him taking over, but maybe one that he’d lived with for a long time before, “Of course you don’t wanna spend your birthday with a total stranger…”

She finally was able to catch up to all this and realize just what he was saying.

“N-No, it’s not that!” she insisted, “I’d love to get dinner with you. It’s just…”

He tilted his head curiously.

“What about Rika?”

Yuta’s eyes widened a little, “Rika?”

“She’s your girlfriend right? I hear you talking about her or to her on the phone a lot,” she paused, alarming as she realized just how that sounded, “N-Not that I’m eavesdropping on you or anything!! I-I just overheard and well, ah crap…”

Yuta’s expression steadily softened through her babbling as he realized just what she was talking about, what she did and didn’t know about Rika. He smiled as he processed just how worried she’d been, and what exactly she’d been worried about.

God, was she cute.

“Don’t worry about the eavesdropping thing, I didn’t take it that way.”

She sighed, relieved.

“And don’t worry about Rika, either. She’s not my girlfriend.”

“No?” she lit up.

Yuta shook his head, “No. We’re close but she’s… Well she’s my sister, basically.”

She cocked a brow at him, “Basically?”

He laughed a little awkwardly, “It’s uh, it’s a little complicated. But really, you have nothing to worry about. I’m perfectly and pathetically single.”

If she were being honest with herself, that sounded totally like a red flag. A girl that was like a sister to him? That had cheater, cheater pumpkin eater written all over it. And yet, there was something about his demeanor, the look in his eyes and the way he said it, that felt genuine. That made her inclined to believe him.

And for a sushi dinner with the cute konbini guy she’d been pining over for weeks, that was good enough for her.

She grinned in a way that had Yuta’s blush returning full force.

“Lucky me.”

#yuta okkotsu #okkotsu yuuta #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x you #yuta okkotsu x y/n #yuuta okkotsu #yuuta okkotsu x reader #yuuta okkotsu x you #jjk okkotsu #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk yuta #jjk yuuta

[gloryhrs]

⟡ 𝐃𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐊𝐈! ━━ 「 Toshiro Hitsugaya. 」

male reader ʚɞ highschool au ʚɞ toshiro wears glasses yippe!

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ TOSHIRO sat by himself under the large tree whilst scribbling answers onto his homework paper, right now everyone was at lunch but he was too busy finishing up some extra work for class, plus he forgot to pack his lunch. "Toshi Toshi! Are you still doing that essay?" A voice made his heart race as he looked up to see you with two bags in your hands, 'It must be food, I did tell him I didn’t have any lunch.' His cheeks heated up slightly at the memories of you bringing him everything he wanted and more once he mentioned it to you. His lips curved upwards as he placed the papers aside and patted the spot next to him, signaling for you to sit next to him.

Once you sat down next to him you opened the bags to retrieve the bento boxes, "I brought you some natto chahan and natto rolls! Since you love natto so much!" You passed the box to him as his cheeks flared up even more. You always spoiled him, the way you did anything and everything for him always made his heart feel heavy knowing he didn’t have the money to spoil you back. "You didn’t have to." He muttered whilst playing with the chopsticks, around other people he would be strict and serious but once you’re with him he would immediately become joyful. People (Rangiku) would frequently tease him because of his random mood swings and the nicknames but he couldn’t help it, you are truly his soft spot. No matter what you did or say to him, you’ll always find a way back into his heart.

"What do you mean? You’re my boyfriend! I’ll buy you anything your icy heart desires." You reached out to pinch his red-tinted cheek before grabbing your chopsticks as well. The comfortable silence made Toshiro hum softly as intertwined his hand with yours and leaned his head on your shoulder. "Can we hang out after school? I need to run some errands for my grandmother." He spoke with a hint of embarrassment as he played with your fingers, a small habit he picked up when he first started dating you.

"Of course! Can we stop by the hair place as well? I need to get some more hair supplies! And a new bonnet…" You grimaced at the memory of your dog ripping the fabric into shreds and later using the bathroom on it, when you told Toshiro about the incident he was laughing his short ass off. "Of course, we can." He kindly kissed your cheek with him nuzzling his nose into it. "Oops." You laughed when your glasses fell off your face along with your boyfriend’s, hearing his beautiful laughter made your eyes softened. It reminded you of the first day of summer after you both completed middle school together, when you and him had a water gun fight to cool each other off. It was also the same day you confessed your feelings to him, the way he looked at you was a sight your never want to forget.

"What I’m saying is that… I hope we can be more than friends." You scratched the back of your neck out of nervousness, the silence making you want to crawl up into a ball and die out of embarrassment. "Y/n, I like you as well but you know I can’t… I’ll barely have any time to spend with you because I have to take care of my grandmother." Toshiro placed his hands in yours, "That doesn’t matter! I’ll make sure to take care of you and her! I’ll cook any meal you both like, I’ll help her with her medication, and I’ll even sleep here more often if that means I’ll be able to be with you!" Your grip on his hands tightened as his eyes widened instantly from your words.

You watched as water started to gather in those icy turquoise eyes that held nothing but love, warmth, and admiration. "Thank you Y/n, thank you so much!"

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ TOSHIRO looked around the store with his mouth agape slightly as you walked beside him with one hand holding his bags and the other one holding his hand. "Wow." His eyes enlarged at the various colors of hair, gold jewelry, and the colored types of hair products, it was like a child looking around a candy store for the first time. He continued to hold your hand when you walked down the aisles looking for your signature hair products. "I see you’re enjoying yourself." He snapped out of his daze to look at your smirking face, which made his cheeks warm up out of embarrassment.

"S-Stop staring at me!" His voice squeaked slightly as he down at his feet in shame. You laughed at your boyfriend’s shy behavior, you removed your hand from him so you lift his head back up so you could see his timid state. "Don’t act like that Toshi, you know I still love you." Your plump lips grazed against his wintry ones to form a loving kiss, you groaned against his lips when his hands gripped your hair in attempt to pull away from the heated kiss. You bit his lip one final time before pulling away from the red-faced male, "I-I told you about doing that in public! What if someone caught us?" He looked around the store to see if anyone saw them, which they didn’t.

"Then I would’ve given them a show." You kissed his nose and proceeded to walk down the aisle with the shorter male following behind you. "Yo Toshi, they even have bonnets with snowflakes on em!" You held the silky blue and white snowflake-riddled bonnet as Toshiro playfully rolled his eyes, "What do I look like wearing that? We don’t even have the same hair text—" His words were completely cut off after feeling the silky fabric on his head. You held back a grin at the adorable sight before you, a small vein appeared on Toshiro’s head when he heard the sound of a camera clicking.

"Damn it! Delete that Y/n!" He attempted to take the phone from your grasp but you were so tall to the point of the was not able to reach it no matter how high he jumped. "Why it’s so cute!" You showed him the cute picture, "Tch, whatever." Toshiro looked away and crossed his arms with the same pink color dusting his cheeks. After finding the products you needed you set the bonnets in the basket with a sly smirk on your face, what Toshiro doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right?

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ YOU continued to play the mini gaming console as Toshiro’s hands toyed with the golden jewelry that lay in your h/c locs, the eighteen-year-old male frowned slightly at the way your attention focused on the console and not him. He sighed to himself with the frown on his face deepening, "Is there something wrong?" You turned the game off to stare up at your pouting boyfriend who looked away and scoffed when you glanced at him. You ran your hands through your hair at his childish behavior, you least expected this type of behavior from him, since he was quite mature for his age.

"Toshiro, what's the matter." You grabbed his face only to see the same frown presented on his face, "You were paying attention to that damn console for so long that you forgot about me." He muttered loud enough for you to hear. The silence made him want to curl up a scream his lungs out, he couldn’t believe he was jealous of a damn game. "That’s it? If you wanted some of my attention then you should’ve just said something, babe." You smirked which showed your f/c braces with your sharp fangs that made Toshiro weak in the knees.

"I want your attention, all of it." He wrapped his arms around your neck to pull you down into another intense kiss, the way your tongue made contact with his made his whole body warm up in excitement. He loved the way you made him feel when you put your lips on his, the electric feeling running through his veins nonstop. His hands made their way to your hair once more to give it a light tug as your hands lift the uniform shirt to his mid-stomach with your warm hands holding his bare waist. The faint noises Toshiro made caused your hold on his waist to tighten, "W-Wait Y/n." He tugged on the collar of your shirt when you placed open-mouthed kisses on his neck.

"What’s wrong? You said you wanted all of my attention." Your lips latched onto a certain spot on his neck that made him throw his head back in pleasure, the feeling of your fangs brushing against the spot made his grip on your hair loosen and his thoughts go hazy. You could tell he was getting weak second after second from the way you continuously sucked on the spot on his neck, after pulling away you admired the sight only you were able to see. Toshiro’s chest rises up and down at a rapid pace as his squared glasses were now placed on his forehead with his hair slightly messy, his cheeks now dusted with red, his lips red and bruised from your constant biting and sucking, and to finish it all off his once pale neck and collarbone was now decorated with multiple purple markings.

"You’re so beautiful Toshiro, you’re lucky we’re not at my house."

©️ gloryhrs, 031923. // notes and reblogs are appreciated! (≧∇≦)/

#𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲𝐡𝐫𝐬 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ #anime #bleach #animanga #bleach tybw #toshiro hitsugaya #toshiro hitsugaya x male reader #toshiro x y/n #bleach toshiro #bleach oneshot #bleach x male reader #bleach imagines #male reader #black reader

[sassykinzonline]

What, in your opinion, is the worst thing ever invented/created?

Mine is beer. It's yeast infection in a bottle. I will never understand alcoholics. Also wine is just rot.

describing beer as a yeast infection is crazy, do you eat bread?

my answer to this is probably sai, but if people dont count then i'll say natto and other such slime-based foods

#ask #sasuke rp #this post brought to you by: my gag reflex

[partrin]

"is that natto?" rin asks, wrinkling his nose as he watches the other man rip the seal of a small, white plastic container open.

haru just stares at him, blindly reaching for his chopsticks. he tears open several tiny packets that had come with his food and empties them into the container, mixing everything like he's some sort of witch making a love potion in a cauldron. rin tries to tune out the squelching noises it makes and fights the urge to gag.

"don't ask questions you know the answers to," haru chides. "living in australia for a few years doesn't suddenly make you any less japanese."

"no need to get defensive, haru. i was only asking."

the squelching stops. haru lifts his chopsticks and makes a quiet little satisfied hum as his eyes follow the sticky string that stretches between the mixture and the tip of his chopsticks. he brings it to his mouth and tastes it, makes tiny, content smacking noises with his lips before sliding the container across the table.

"it's good," he says. "do you want some? i didn't buy you any."

rin grimaces. "no thank you. i'm not exactly a fan of natto, if you couldn't already tell by now."

haru shrugs, pulling the container back towards him. "it's good," he says again, digging into his meal. "you just don't know how to appreciate good food."

"one could argue that it's an acquired taste, but what do i know? i eat regular food. you're a weirdo who likes weird things."

haru gives him a pointed look. rin takes this as an opportunity to drive his point home.

"you eat mackerel with toast. you're like, the epitome of a weirdo when it comes to food. or liking weird food. and you never eat a balanced meal. you probably have like, i don't know, fish oil running through your veins."

"i don't remember inviting my dietitian to dinner," haru scoffs before taking another small bite of his fermented beans. "and if i'm a weirdo, then that just makes you even weirder."

rin glares at him as if to dare him to elaborate. haru, however, continues chewing on his food, effectively avoiding the need to remind rin that he had chosen to date him. rin hears him anyway. being with haru sharpens the skill of being able to listen even when no words are spoken.

"fine," rin caves, rolling his eyes. "i'll have one bite. just the one."

he pretends he doesn't see the dignified smirk that stretches haru's lips thin as he unceremoniously pushes a large scoop of natto into rin's mildly welcoming mouth.

he also pretends he doesn't drop by a konbini on his way home later to buy two containers of natto, one for haru and one for himself, for when haru decides to grace his apartment with his presence in the weeks to come. maybe having an acquired taste isn't so bad.

#free! #rinharu #matsuoka rin #nanase haruka #drabble #ficlet #i wrote this because i was craving for natto #i imagine that haru is quite the traditional japanese natto-loving man #and he insists the western world has worn down rin's true japanese identity #whereas rin argues he just doesn't like anything fermented #haru will then be petty about it and bring this up any time he catches rin eating yoghurt or cheese #they argue #and then they have make-up sex #yup that's all #DOES ANYBODY HERE LIKE NATTO??????

[sasusakucoded]

"Just relax a bit, Sasuke-kun. Everything will be fine," Sakura assured as she stroked his hair. Sasuke was avoiding this day as much as he could. He made so many excuses in the past just so it wouldn't push through. But on that day, it had been decided— he was set to meet her parents.

It was not his first time to see them, of course. He had been civil with them when he was still a genin. But, many things happened in the past and he knew they were aware that he had been tagged as an international criminal. Sakura told him many times that she had explained everything to them and he had nothing to worry about. Still, the thought of talking to them made him uncomfortable. The only reason he agreed was because he knew this meeting was unavoidable and it would be unfair for Sakura if he wouldn't do this.

They were about to enter her house when a messenger called her attention. She went to him and he relayed the message. Sasuke's focus was on how he would greet her parents. He had practiced it several times in his head but he still felt he would mess up.

"Can't it wait? There's an important event tonight.." she asked. "I'm afraid it can't. But, the earlier you check the patient, maybe you'll finish sooner too." The messenger left instantly. Sakura rushed to Sasuke and told him the situation. "But Sakura?" he pleaded. "Sasuke-kun, I'll be back as soon as I can. I promise," she said.

"How about.. Let's postpone this?"

"Postpone again? My parents prepared for this day too, my dear.."

"But Sakura.. You know what, fine. Just try to be quick, okay?"

"I will. I'm sorry.. I know you're not fully comfortable to do this but—"

"It's fine. You don't have to be sorry. This should've happened a long time ago anyway."

Sakura entered their house and introduced Sasuke to her parents. She explained about the emergency and told them she'd be back in no time. She pulled her mom and told her, "please be nice to him. Don't let him feel uneasy. Don't let Dad make unnecessary comments please." Her mom assured her and told her to leave already. She glanced one last time to Sasuke before leaving.

---

"I hope you'll like all these food. My wife prepared all of them," Kizashi said.

"Hai. Arigato," Sasuke thanked them profusely while looking at the spread in front of him. They all looked tasty.. until he realized.. "Wait, are these.." The more he inspected the food, the more it became clear to him what they were made of. "This is.. unbelievable" was all he could mutter to himself.

There was natto avocado rice bowl.. Natto soup with miso.. Natto with enoki mushrooms.. Natto rolls.. Natto udon.. Everything was natto-based.

His stomach turned. Sasuke hated natto to the core. He had never been this scared to eat something.

"Is everything alright?" Mebuki inquired seeing he hadn't started yet.

"Y-Yes, ma'am.. I'm just thinking about Sakura. Shall we wait for her?" he answered politely, masking it also to delay his demise.

"Ah, don't bother and go ahead. We prepared these for you and I'm sure she'll be happy if you're almost full when she comes back," Kizashi said while Mebuki served Sasuke some of the food.

The two were watching him intently. "Which one has the least amount of natto?" he thought. He took the rice bowl and carefully picked the rice with his chopsticks, leaving the natto out.

"Mebuki, please add natto to his rice. I don't think it's enough."

Sakura's mom glady put more natto on his rice. She smiled at him and he had no choice but to have another bite full of natto. He wanted to vomit. Its texture and its taste were horrible to him. He forced himself to swallow it. "You're an Uchiha. This is nothing," he cheered himself on.

He continued eating while the two of them had questions left and right. Although they had lots to ask, especially about the welfare of their daughter, he didn't feel unconfortable and was even confident with his answers.

He was almost done with his meal when Sakura came back. "Sorry, it took me a while to finish.. How are you, Sasuke-kun? Did you like—," she realized it immediately. "Mom! Why is the food— Why are there natto all over? I thought I made it clear to Dad—"

"Calm down, Sakura. What's the problem here?" Mebuki asked worriedly.

"I told Dad.. Sasuke doesn't eat natto. I told him to tell you to prepare lots of tomatoes because it's his favorite."

"Oh, is that the case? Maybe I interchanged the two.. I'm so sorry."

"Kizashi!" scolds Mebuki. "I'm sorry, Sasuke. You should've told us."

"It's fine. You cooked them well and I thank you for the dinner.. Sakura, it's okay. Come, let's eat."

"Sasuke-kun.."

"I liked it. Come sit now."

---

On their way to Sasuke's inn..

"Sasuke-kun, I'm really sorry. This meet-up was a failure." Sakura was really guilty for the whole ordeal. She thought maybe he was right after all, that it would've been better if they postponed it.

"Sakura.. Don't be upset about it. Now, I know your parents a little bit more.. And probably they've learned something about me too. So, it's all good."

"Sasuke-kun.. Thank you! I know your tired, I will massage your back.. Then tomorrow I'll make you a good breakfast."

They held hands and continued on their way.

---

"Dear, what can you say about Sasuke?" asked Mebuki. "I can see why Sakura likes him so much."

"That Uchiha boy, I like him too," Kizashi announced. "He's polite.. He's well mannered.. He's handome like me.." he laughed. "And oh, I gave you the wrong info on purpose. I knew he hates natto."

"What? You're crazy, Kizashi. You saw how mad your daughter was!"

"Yeah. Our daughter was mad.. In fact , she has been madly in love with that guy for a very long time. I don't want Sakura to be with someone who doesn't love her back. And love is sacrifice.. He ate the food without complaining because he cared about what Sakura would feel. That boy has a good heart. Now I can die in peace knowing she's in good hands."

"You make sense sometimes.."

"But don't tell Sakura I did that on purpose! She'd kill me and I'd die sooner!"

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #harunos #sscoded no 78

[simpinghour]

Tobacco Sunburst (18+)

Pairing: Aki x f. reader  

A/N: I refuse to think back to the horror of 1997 and the ill-equipped lack of technology therefore this fic WILL be using some current tech. Sorry not sorry. Also how many of us are obsessed with this gorgeous man? Because honestly. 

Synopsis: A random encounter is the start of a friendship that turns to something more.

Word count: 5,903

Chapter: 1/?

Content: fluff, mentions of smoking, (legal) alcohol use, first times, f! loss of virginity, oral sex, penetrative sex, and shenanigans in general

Part of you wished you’d worn something nicer than a raggedy sweatsuit to take out the trash, but it wasn’t as though you’d planned on running into one of the most gorgeous men you’d seen in your entire life. Black shoulder-length hair tied in a top knot, double pierced ears and well-defined jawline was enough to make you do a double take. His clothing was a bit plain—white button up shirt and black trousers, likely the uniform of a government worker—yet it was easy to tell that well-defined muscles lie beneath. Too bad his handsome face was turned up in a scowl, and it was almost enough to make you want to turn and flee in the other direction.  

“You look like you’re ready to kill someone,” you commented lightly while tossing your trash into the dumpster. You began looking for the man’s trash, assuming he was there for the same purpose, although he was empty-handed and lingering near the garbage station to puff on the remains of a cigarette.

There was slight shock in the man’s pretty blue eyes, and you wondered if he was surprised at being spoken to or if it was your appearance followed by your fluent use of Japanese.

“Do I? I hadn’t realized,” he finally replied in a tone that was quieter than you expected.

“Long day?” you pressed, hoping he wouldn’t think you rude.

“More like long week,” he replied dryly, eyes narrowing as though remembering something that aggravated him all over again.

“I’ll listen if you want to vent. I know how it feels when you just want to vent.”

The man’s first cigarette was nearly gone and you watched him pull out another one, light it with the butt and deposit it into a portable ashtray that he’d pulled from his pocket.

“I’ve been gone for work for two weeks and all I wanted to do was come home and have a proper bath, have a meal that didn’t come from the conbini and actually sit down to eat it. But that fucking guy has no boundaries or respect. Who the hell goes through an entire bag of rice, three containers of jam and a whole loaf of bread at the same time?”

“Whoa, is that your roommate?”

“Yeah, sort of,” he answered grudgingly. “Sorry, I’m unloading all my shit on you and haven’t introduced myself. Hayakawa Aki.”

“Nice to meet you,” you reply after giving your name. “So I can’t help you with the shitty roommate situation but you can use my bath if you want. Also if you’re not opposed to a natto rice bowl and soup then I don’t mind sharing.”

“Thanks but I can’t impose on you like that.”

“If it was an imposition I wouldn’t have offered. Besides, it’s too late to have something delivered.”

Aki let out a sigh and sharply inhaled on the last bit of cigarette. You watched him stamp it out on the ground and put it in his little ashtray.

“You have a point. Though I should add that it’s sort of reckless to allow a complete stranger into your place.”

“Yeah, but you seem okay. Besides, I’d kick your ass if you were to try anything.”

That made him give you a genuine smile and you laughed when you heard him lightly chuckle.

“Glad that amused you,” you told him. “So I’ll see you in a bit? I figure you need to grab your stuff first.”

“Here, put this in your bath,” you told Aki when he came back, handing him a little paper bag. His eyebrow raised slightly and he opened it and brought it up to his nose.

“What is this?”

“It’s a bath bomb with lavender and other essential oils. Lavender is calming and you seem like you could use it. What with the roommates and all.”

“You would be correct. Thanks.”

“Before you go, do you want an egg with your rice?”

“Yes, please.”

When Aki emerged from the bathroom thirty minutes later, he looked mildly calmer. You’d already started putting his food together and had the kettle going.

“Tea?”

He inhaled everything and ignored your protests when he took his dishes to the kitchen and began washing everything. Now you were having a second tea and sharing a box of macarons you’d bought the day before while running errands.

“I never had these before,” Aki murmured, daintily biting into a pink rose-flavored macaron. “They’re not overly sweet but they’re good.”

“They’re my weakness. There was a shop that made amazing macarons where I used to live and I was so happy to find a place here who sold them. The quality is just as impeccable too.”

“Where did you live before?”

“America. New York to be exact.”

“And you decided to move here? Do you have family here or something?”

You shook your head. “Nah, it’s just me. I came here for work.”

Aki looked as though he wanted to ask more and you continued before he was able to.

“Before you ask how I speak Japanese, yes, I know I’m black but my mom was half. I was born and lived here with her for most of my life and then we moved to America when she got remarried. I came back here for university and then I got a job that was based in America but they had a Japanese branch and since I was fluent in both languages and they needed someone here, I was perfect for the role. Even better since I get to work from home most of the time.”

“I wish I could work from home. Although on second thought, I wouldn’t want the sort of creatures I deal with knowing where I live.”

“Really? What do you do?”

“I’m a Public Safety Devil Hunter.”

“Eh, really?! I’ve heard about them but haven’t actually met anyone who did that. Isn’t it dangerous?”

“Highly.”

“Now I’m going to worry about you whenever you go to work.”

Aki let out a dry laugh. “Trust me, you don’t need to do that.”

“Too late. You won’t be able to stop me.”

Aki stayed at your apartment for another hour or so. You two talked about some of everything, and you told Aki that you were surprised to find him talkative.

“I’m usually not,” he pointed out. “Rather, I guess I can be depending on the company.”

“Likewise.

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 The next Saturday afternoon, Aki was at your door asking if he could take you to lunch. It wasn’t as though you’d had any plans so you accepted. And you were glad you’d done so, because you and Aki spent the entire day together, ending your evening by going to an izakaya followed by you both stumbling in your doorway a little after one in the morning.

“I can’t believe some woman isn’t banging on my door for stealing her boyfriend all day,” you said jokingly. You’d found some Paracetamol and after you both took a few with a glass of water, you and Aki were strewn about your living room floor.

“A girlfriend? Me? That’s funny,” he offered dryly.

“Yes, you. Have you seen yourself?”

“I don’t think my looks are anything special but that aside, my life isn’t really amenable to relationships.”

“I suppose you’re right, but that’s still sad. You deserve to be happy just like anyone else,” you replied after a while. “I mean any one of us could die in a non-devil related manner at any time. So if you meet someone who makes you happy, why not enjoy the time you do have with them?”

“I guess. But what about you, why no boyfriend?”

“Aki, the only reactions I get from men are disgust or being ignored. But after dealing with some of these shitheads, being ignored isn’t so bad. So technically I’m a citizen here although when they see me, they automatically assume American until I tell them off in Japanese. I can’t even make this up, but on more than one occasion I was asked ‘how much’, meaning they thought I was a sex worker. And one asshole didn’t even offer the courtesy of paying, he just outright asked if we could fuck because he heard black girls ‘feel different’, whatever the fuck that means.”

Aki’s face pulls into a grimace as you talk. “That’s disgusting.”

“Tell me about it. Hey, I need a snack. Want some potato chips?”

“Yeah, okay.”

After the chips you decided you needed something sweet, and you found some chocolate mochi. Then you wanted something salty again as well as more water. Eventually you both became sleepy and you got the sofa pillows and tossed one to Aki.

“If I take a nap here, you won’t cut my hair right?” Aki asks you through a yawn.

“Um, no? Why would I do that? Did someone do that to you?”

“Yeah, but she was also drunk. Although she was prone to doing questionable things whenever she got drunk.”

“Well, I’m mostly sober right now but even if I weren’t, I wouldn’t cut your hair. Doing that to someone where I’m from would land you getting your ass kicked.”

“I hope you aren’t lying. I really don’t want to wake up with short hair.”

“I swear to you, Aki, I’d never do that. Touching someone’s hair without permission is a big no-no in my culture in the first place, but common decency should dictate that someone not do so in the first place. Now go to sleep.”

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That was how your weird friendship or whatever it was—you two hadn’t exactly discussed terms—began.

You and Aki either went out or he came to your apartment. You hadn’t been to his yet purely due to the fact that he wanted to keep you away from his two live-in miscreants who would see fit to bother you on whim.

You thought Aki was exaggerating about his roommates and their messy habits, but the first time he texted you a picture of the kitchen after Denji and Power decided they wanted to create a new dessert, you offered condolences.

“Do they know where you disappear to?” you ask one evening. Aki is smoking outside on your balcony, which he flat out refuses to do inside your home. You’re tucked beneath a thick blanket on the sofa while dressed in the fuzzy onesie pajamas with a hood and cat ears that he’d bought you. The onesie had been the result of a joke but when he actually found some and surprised you with them, you’d screamed with joy and immediately put it on.

“Absolutely not,” he replies, blowing a plume of grey smoke into the chilly autumn air. “It’s peaceful being here alone with you and I plan to keep it like that.”

“What are you going to do if they get nosy and try to sneak and follow you one day?” you ask with a grin.

Aki peers at you with one eye. “Those two are about as subtle as a sledgehammer dropping onto concrete. Sneaking is not their forte.”

You’re still laughing when Aki puts out his cigarettes and slides the balcony door shut.

“Ugh, you’re freezing,” you groan when he brings the chill from outside beneath your warm cocoon by flopping down next to you on the sofa and wriggling beneath your blanket.

“Then warm me up,” he replies, pressing his cold cheek against yours.

“No one would believe that you’re part cat,” you tell Aki while sliding your fingers into his soft hair. His slippery strands also feel cool but soon warms up as you drag your fingertips over his scalp.

“No one would believe you. Anyway you wouldn’t tell.”

“You’re right; your secrets are safe with me.”

His words are becoming somewhat slurred as he relaxes further into your shoulder. It isn’t long before he’s fast asleep while half-draped across you. At some point you both shift on the sofa and he’s half-lying atop you, his long legs between yours while he uses your sternum as a pillow. The movie keeps playing but eventually you also fall asleep, and when you open your eyes it’s dark and you feel like you’re being boiled alive in your pajamas.

“Aki, hey, wake up.”

You try to rouse him as gently as possible, knowing that it’ll take him forever to settle down if he jolts awake in panic. Thankfully it works, and he mumbles “What’s wrong?” against your chest.

“Let’s go to my room. This onesie is good for a while but not to sleep in. I’m burning up.”

Up until now, Aki hasn’t stayed the full night. You two would get sleepy in the living room and doze off on the floor or sofa, but he’d always go back to his place during the night. Part of you wonders if inviting him to your room seems too forward, but you’re too exhausted to give a shit about propriety.

Aki seems to not care and he settles down on your futon while you dig around for something else to sleep in. Part of you wonders if you should go to the bathroom to change but you’re so sleepy that you don’t care. Aki’s eyes remained on you the entire time but for some reason you don’t mind. The sweaty onesie gets peeled off and replaced with leggings and a t-shirt. Once your hair is wrapped, you turn off the light and lay down next to Aki. Everything is quiet until he turns to face you in the dark.

“Why did you put a scarf on to go to bed?”

“Hair like mine is fragile and the smallest thing can make my ends break. Also a lot of things can absorb the moisture, like my cotton pillowcase, so I use this scarf to prevent that.”

“Oh, that’s good. Your hair is nice so it makes sense.”

“You have nice hair too. It’s so soft.”

“It’s okay I guess but it gets in my eyes a lot.”

“So why don’t you cut it short?”

“Because the fox devil I have a contract with sometimes wants something other than skin, so I keep it long to give him the topknot.”

“Wow. Does it hurt when he takes your skin?”

“Yeah, a bit. That’s why I have scars on my forearms. He prefers that part for some reason.”

“Well if you ever need a trim, I’m pretty good with a pair of scissors. I had to because it’s hell trying to find someone in Japan who knows how to do black hair.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You scoot closer to Aki and cautiously work your hand next to his beneath the blankets. You test the boundaries by softly stroking the top of his hand, but he surprises you by completely taking yours into his.

His hand easily dwarfs yours and his fingers are longer and thicker than yours. They’re somewhat callused but not scratchy, and his skin is warm. Aki strokes the side of your hand with his thumb, and you’re pleasantly surprised at how nice it feels to hold hands with someone, and doubly so with a guy you like.

You’re sleepy but notice something soft touching your forehead, and it makes tilt your head back. You feel it again only this time it’s at your nose, and then the corner of your mouth. At first the sensation is so light that you wonder if you’re dreaming, but then you notice the distinct taste of cigarettes and the cake you and Aki shared after dinner.

His touch is slow, hesitant as though he’s unsure if he’s going to get pushed away. There’s no way in hell you’d stop him, and you eagerly welcome his kiss by opening your mouth while pulling yourself closer against him.

Aki gently cups your cheek as your lips move against one another’s. You don’t realize that you’ve began moaning when he gently sucks on your bottom lip, and you get worked up quickly when he rolls you on your back and settles himself between your thighs.

You know Aki is strong; he had to be for his job. Yet knowing was one thing and feeling was another. His abs are firm against your stomach and when you wrap your legs around his, his thighs feel equally muscled. The tip of his tongue licks into your mouth and your fingers involuntarily grip the firm sinews of his back. His hips roll against yours and send a strong jolt of arousal throughout your body, and you’re unaware of the way you’re moaning into Aki’s mouth. Eventually he pulls his lips away from yours yet keeps your body trapped against his, and you’re both panting slightly in each other’s face.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have done that,” he mumbles to your disappointment before flopping over onto his back.

“Done what?”

“Kiss you.”

You’re almost not sure how to respond to that. “Wow. Am I that bad of a kisser?”

“Hell no, it isn’t that. And that’s the problem.”

“Okay, Aki you aren’t making any sense.”

Aki sighs and covers his face with an arm. “You’re a good kisser, you have soft skin, and you smell good. And I know this is rude, but you have a really nice ass. And when you make sounds like that… I have an early start in the morning but now all I want to do is rip off your clothes and taste every bit of you.”

You’re not used to this side of Aki and his words are enough to make you clench.

“Whoops, sorry. Let’s just go to sleep now.”

He grumbles something about having a hard on but tugs you against him anyway, your back to his chest. Aki slings an arm around your waist and you can feel the unmistakable shape of an erection pressed against your ass, but you do your best to ignore it.

“Just for the record, I don’t mind taking you up on that offer when you have time,” you murmur right as you’re on the brink of drifting off. Aki groans in your ear and his arm tightens slightly.

“Damn you. I just got him down and now I’m going to be thinking about that for the next day or so.”

“Good. Use that as motivation to make it back safely.”

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Aki is gone the next morning, and the only reminder that you spend the night together is his scent clinging to your sheets. Part of you wants to cry when you wake up alone, but then you remember him kissing you goodbye shortly before sunrise, stating that he had to go to work.

Then you didn’t see him for a month.

You knew that missions could land him on trips that took several days or weeks, but you didn’t realize just how accustomed you’d grown to his presence until he was gone. The first two weeks you barely spoke, and you wondered if you’d scared him off by doing something stupid like confess your feelings in a sleepy daze. Yet when you two finally managed a brief video call, it was obvious that the only thing Aki wanted was a bath, a hot meal and to sleep for three days straight.

“I see you managed to elude your little siblings,” you told him with a grin.

“I swear those two idiots share a single brain cell,” he replied around the cigarette he’d just placed between his lips. “I can’t wait until we wrap up this thing.”

“If you want, let me know when you’re on the way back. I’ll cook whatever you want.”

“You don’t have to do that. Besides, I’d still have to cook for idiot one and idiot two else they’d blow up my damn kitchen.”

“Or I could make you all dinner and you could take it to them but not say where it came from.”

“I can’t let you do that.”

“Who said you had a choice?”

Aki sighs in defeat and you grin because you know you’ve won.

“Fine. But I’m sending you money for the groceries. Denji has a stomach like a trash compactor and you’d spend half your month’s wages on meat alone.”

“Aki, you don’t have to—”

The phone screen pauses for a moment and a few seconds later you get a notification of a money transfer.

“Aki! That’s enough yen to buy food for three months! You didn’t need to send that much.”

“You can use some of it for more macarons then. Denji and Power can have their own box and I’ll use them as a bribe to not destroy my place when I’m gone.”

The idea that he has to constantly bribe the two with treats is hilarious and you laugh until tears are in your eyes.

“I miss you. Shit, never thought I’d say that to anyone.”

“I miss you too,” you reply smoothly, although on the inside you feel giddy with glee. “Make it back home in one piece or I’ll bring you back to life and kick your ass.”

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 Four days later, Aki is still in his uniform, sheathed katana strapped to his back when he knocks on your door. You send him off with dinner for Denji and Power, but he refuses to bring their macarons. Instead he takes a picture of the box with his phone.

“This is my insurance policy. They have to behave tonight and tomorrow and then I’ll give it to them.”

“I never thought dessert could be used as a collateral of sorts but hey, if it works it works.”

Aki leaves and returns ten minutes later. He’s just finished washing his hands and is about to settle down at your chabudai when his phone rings.

“What do you want? No, you can’t put plum jam on a beef bowl. What do you mean why not, because it’s beef! It’ll taste disgusting.” You hear the young man arguing loudly on the other end of the phone and Aki sighs in exasperation. “Fine, Denji, do what you want. I don’t give a shit. Now I’d like to eat so leave me alone.” He snaps his phone closed and places it next to him on the floor. “This fool tries to put jam on everything,” he tells you, shaking his head. “When he makes toast, he uses four different kinds as well as honey, butter and cinnamon.”

“That sounds like an expensive and overly sweet breakfast.”

“After the last instance of him eating all the bread and jam, I made him use his wages to buy his own. It worked, sort of. At least it made him conscious about wasting food. The first day he came to my place, he made such a huge mess. It took half an hour to scrub my sticky table and that was with his help.”

“Well worry not, there’s no jam anywhere tonight,” you reply with a laugh while setting down your meal.

Once dinner is finished and everything is cleaned up, you both take turns using the bath. Aki insists you go first and you’re waiting in your room for him. You asked if he wanted to watch a movie first but he declined, stating that he was tired.

Rain is pattering against the window by the time you and Aki climb into your futon. You’re both pressed together, chest to chest, and you lightly massage his lower back while his fingers trace along the length of your spine.

“I missed this,” you murmur when his hand moves to the back of your neck.

“Me too,” he replies quietly, bringing his hand over to cup your chin. Aki gently tilts your face toward his and presses his lips against yours. Your kisses start off slow, but soon he rolls over so you’re beneath him and fastens his lips at the side of your neck. No one’s ever kissed you there and you feel it all over so intensely that it makes you shiver. You don’t think it can get any hotter and then he sucks at that sensitive patch of skin and you practically yelp while shoving your fingers into his hair and pulling him into you.

“So much for being tired,” Aki murmurs while tracing the tip of his tongue over your pulse. “Can I take off your shirt?”

By now you’re writhing beneath Aki and willing to do just about anything he asks. So you tell him yes and he tugs you to sit up and pulls your shirt over your head. It’s placed somewhere at the side of your futon and Aki nudges you to lie down again. He’s staring at you so intently that it almost makes you want to cross your arms over your chest. You’re sure that his breathing has sped up, and then you hear the evidence when his fingers linger along your waistband and the question is clear in his blue eyes.

You nod and lift your hips, and then Aki’s hands are tugging your leggings and underwear down in one go. You wonder what he’s going to do next as a mixture of nervousness and arousal begins swirling around in your belly.

“You really are pretty everywhere,” Aki murmurs, leaving his hands atop both your knees.

“Thank you.”

Aki remains fully dressed as he leans over you again, and his lips meet yours while his right hand moves to cup your breast. As he moves to your neck again, his slightly callused thumb circles around your erect nipple and the combined sensations have you yearning for more.

“That feels so damn good,” you moan, arching up into his hand.

“You feel so damn good. Your skin is like silk.”

To prove his point, Aki begins smoothing his palm across your sternum, between your breasts and down to the curve of your hip. He moves until he has a handful of your plump ass while covering your entire nipple with his mouth, and he flicks the stiff nub with his tongue before giving it a soft suck. He does that for several minutes before using both hands to cup your tits, and soon your nipples are hard as pebbles and covered with spit. Between your legs is clenching on its own, and you want to ask him to touch you there but feel self-conscious about being so forthright.

“You can tell me what you like, you know. I won’t be offended,” he comments while shifting down to suck a wet patch on your hip.

“I like everything you’ve done so far,” you reply, hoping like hell that Aki doesn’t start asking for specifics. Otherwise the evening was about to turn really awkward.

“I figured that, but I still want to know what you like.”

“Well, I don’t really know…”

“What do you think about when you touch yourself?”

“Aki! I can’t talk about that.”

“My face is very close to your bare pussy, and you’re too embarrassed to tell me about how you masturbate?” Aki sounds uncharacteristically amused and despite feeling mortified, you’re also somewhat put at ease. Horny also, because while Aki was sometimes crude when he spoke you’d never heard him say something like that before, and it sent a jolt of arousal right to your core.

“I think about how it would feel to be kissed here,” you finally tell him, sliding a hand down your belly and pausing above your mound.

“Does that mean you’ll let me kiss you here?”

“…yeah, okay,” you replied, hoping he didn’t hear the tinge of desperation hiding behind your words.

“All right. Let me get a towel.”

“What’s the towel for?” you ask, siting up to watch Aki walk out your room and to the cabinet that held your clean linens. When he returns, he kneels between your thighs and gestures for you to lift your hips.

“Because sleeping on a wet futon isn’t comfortable,” he explains, shoving the double stack beneath your butt. You feel sort of silly but go with the flow anyway.

Nervous anticipation has your thighs tense, yet Aki kneads and kisses the soft inner skin until you relax around him. Your pubic mound is caressed with his thumb, and eventually he moves down to your throbbing clit.

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re already this wet,” he murmurs as his finger dips lower to meet an abundance of slippery fluid that’s built up between your folds. He drags his now soaked finger back up to your clit and you let out a squeal as your hips jerk up to meet his touch.

Part of you wants to die from mortification, but the other part is screaming for Aki to keep going. You’re panting and squirming with need as his two fingers nestle between your lips, not touching your clit yet indirectly stimulating it at the same time. It’s too much yet not enough, and you aren’t shy about your frustration.

“Aki, you’re mean. Stop teasing me.”

“I’m not trying to be mean; I just prefer to take my time right now.”

You can’t argue with that, but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re so aroused it’s starting to hurt. Still, it doesn’t matter how much you whine or thrash around, Aki is intent on going at his pace and touching where he wants.

You don’t realize that you’ve started holding your breath, anticipating Aki doing what he asked. Then you feel it���Aki sliding to lay on his stomach between your thighs followed by a warm gust of air against your sopping cleft, then the flat side of his hot, slippery tongue gliding over your stiff clit. Almost immediately you suck in air, and your hole squeezes shut so hard that he feels it.

“You’re definitely soft here,” Aki murmurs into your flesh, gently prodding your entrance with the tip of his tongue.

It’s hard to know what to do with your hands or legs, and you hope that your little moans and mewls aren’t turning him off. Although something tells you it’s doing the opposite, because Aki is literally tasting every part of you. You’re in disbelief at how sinfully good it all feels, and you throw all propriety to the wind when Aki pushes your tense thighs up and out and truly descends upon you. His mouth is hot and wet, and it’s engulfing what feels like your entire cleft. It’s interspersed with laps at your clit, with Aki softly sucking it in between his lips while using a fingertip to trace along the outskirts of your quivering hole.

“Is it okay if I put it in?” he asks and you almost scream yes while reaching down to use his soft hair as reins.

You don’t even finger yourself, and the size disparity between your hand and Aki’s was massive. His finger feels too thick for comfort, just as you expected, but you relax when you realize that he’s only slipping it in halfway to massage some spot on your upper walls that makes you hurriedly grab a pillow and scream into it. By now your hips are writhing and you’re shamelessly grabbing Aki’s head and fucking his face. Your walls are squeezing rhythmically around the gently moving finger, and the only thing you can focus on how badly you need to come.

Aki’s hand is completely soaked with your juices, and his lips, cheeks and chin are shiny from you humping his face. Your walls are getting tighter and tighter around his finger and he can tell that you’re close. Your writhing form and thighs that keep squeezing his shoulders are no match for his strength, and your breathing is all over the place. Suddenly everything reaches a peak so high that you briefly wonder if you’re going to pass out, and your quivering body goes uncontrollably rigid from head to toe.

“Oh shit! Aki, I’m gonna—”

An intense buzzing is in your ears and your words are cut off when that orgasm hits you like a freight train. Your vision blackens out and you’re unaware of the pain or the way your teeth are in danger of breaking the skin of your bottom lip. You can’t breathe or think, and the only thing you register is how overwhelmingly good you feel. You remain in a stupor when your body finally goes limp.  It’s ages before you come down and for a moment you wonder if you’d died, but soon you realize that Aki is now at your side and has a mouthful of your nipple while his hand is still between your clamped, shaking thighs.

“Good girl. You okay?” he asks after kissing you.

You slowly nod and stare up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. The urge to go to sleep is growing heavier by the minute, but then Aki shifts to lay alongside you and he slips his free arm beneath your head. You close your eyes and nuzzle your face against the side of his neck. His skin is warm and holds remnants of cigarettes and soap. It’s a mixture of forbidden but safe, and you wish you could bottle it up.

“You’re still squeezing my finger,” he tells you, slightly wriggling the digit that’s still buried halfway in you. “Think you can come again?”

You murmur something about not knowing, then Aki does something with his hand that makes your eyes fly open.

Being post-orgasm sensitive means that every sensation is heightened, and that little tap against your swollen walls is enough to make you go rigid with pleasure. Aki enjoys seeing you lose control and he curves his finger into a sharper angle and thrusts it up into you in a way that has you melting in his arms. He pauses to ease in a second fingertip and it burns somewhat for a moment but you forget about it when Aki strokes that tender spot again.

Your entire body is hot and covered in sweat, and you’re back to squirming against Aki. He sets up a pace that quickly has your brain fading out of focus, and the only thing you can do is cling to Aki and cry as he fingerfucks you till the point of being incoherent. You end up holding one thigh back, desperate to give the man all the access he needed to your most intimate parts, and you’re rewarded with his palm pressing into your puffy clit. The room is filled with the loud squelching sound of your pussy being worked over by Aki’s long, thick fingers.

The next orgasm is different than the first; it’s quicker and deeper, and it leaves your face soaked with tears and the towel beneath you drenched with release. You lose count of how many times he makes you topple over the edge, and you’re completely unaware that the last climax causes you to literally pass out in his arms.

You come to slightly when Aki is pulling his finger from the clasp of your trembling body. You vaguely notice his erection pressing against your thigh and you want to ask if you can touch him. The only thing you know is you’re too tired to move even an eyelash, and you don’t realize that you’ve called Aki’s name until you feel him keeping you against his chest while covering you both with the sheets.

“It’s okay. Go to sleep.”

You acknowledge his words by giving his side a light squeeze, and a second later everything goes black.

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from the baka gaijin + friends vol. 2 photo zine. click for higher quality. english transcriptions under the cut!

45 Questions + 45 Answers with Drew Parker/Chris Brookes

Q: Are you a spiritual person? D: Not in the slightest. C: Not really, but I like the idea of it.

Q: Who is your greatest opponent? D: Masashi Takeda. C: My own self doubt.

Q: Which wrestler do you see yourself in most? D: Jeff Hardy. C: The Great Sasuke.

Q: What is your favourite film? D: The Cat in the Hat. C: Battle Royale, True Romance.

Q: Who is a famous person you would like to meet? D: Daisuke Kiso. C: Mio Imada.

Q: What is beautiful for you? D: Dogs. C: Mio Imada.

Q: What is ugly for you? D: My reflection. C: Spiteful people.

Q: What are you like when you get drunk? D: Loud but harmless. C: I don't think I really change much. Too open.

Q: Are you left or right handed? D: Left. C: Left.

Q: Any comment for the world of pro-wrestling! D: It's shit. C: Have more fun.

Q: What is Japan like? D: Very welcoming. C: Wonderful.

Q: What's the angriest you've ever been? D: I'm never angry. C: I'm a very short term, slightly agitated person. I don't get really angry.

Q: What are your greatest weaknesses? D: Discipline. C: Self doubt.

Q: Do you like fashion? D: If it's black I'll wear it. C: I like Death by Roll-Up. Most fashion seems stupid.

Q: What time do you usually wake up/go to sleep? D: 7am/11pm. C: 8am/2am.

Q: Favourite thing to watch on YouTube? D: Games console restoration videos. C: People restoring rusty/dirty antiques.

Q: Your special ability that no one knows about. D: I'm talentless. C: Everyone knows everything these days! How can you keep anything a secret?

Q: What do you enjoy doing most? D: Drinking with Chris. C: Doing nothing is the best time.

Q: What is the biggest mistake of your life? D: I make mistakes daily. C: I don't know if I've made one big enough to quantify it like that.

Q: Are you lucky? D: To make it this far; yes. C: Sometimes.

Q: Who do you consider geniuses? D: Chris Brookes. C: Chris Brookes.

Q: What is your favourite drink? D: Amaretto & ginger or beer. C: Asahi or Sapporo Beer.

Q: What is the first thing you do when you get up in the morning? D: Roll my eyes. C: Check my phone.

Q: What is your mental age? D: 12. C: Old maybe!

Q: What new tattoos would you like to get? D: Something on my leg or on my lip. C: Tattoos are a nuisance in Japan so I don't really want any more.

Q: What is the most important electrical appliance you couldn't live without? D: My Iqos. C: Laptop.

Q: If you got one billion yen? D: Run away into the countryside. C: Save it.

Q: If wrestling were to be banned by law tomorrow, what would you do? D: Work at a bar. C: Open a bar.

Q: What is the one thing you can't beat Chris/Drew at? D: Looking pretty. C: Tanning.

Q: What is your fav point of your hometown? D: How calm it is. C: Family.

Q: What is the song you listened to the most often last year? D: The Halloween movie soundtrack. C: NIN - Gave Up.

Q: What is the song you listened to most often of your life? D: Gangam Style through no fault of my own. C: Wakaranaiiii~.

Q: What do you want to try outside of wrestling? D: Bungee jumping. C: Podcasting.

Q: What do you do when you can't sleep? D: That is never an issue. C: Eat.

Q: If you were invisible what would you do? D: Steal natto maki. C: Go to Area 51.

Q: What would you like to see remain in the world forever? D: Nothing. Restart the whole thing. C: Baka Gaijin + Friends.

Q: What is your fav recent purchase? D: Lush body spray. C: Doc Marten!

Q: What is the definition of friend? D: Anybody who doesn't piss me off. C: Drew.

Q: What would you not want to do if you could? D: Pay taxes. C: Ever have to walk anywhere.

Q: Which do you like, hot or cold? D: Hot. C: Hot.

Q: What have you noticed as you've gotten older? D: My body hurts more. C: Nothing is that important or really worth worrying about.

Q: Do you like keeping things tidy? D: For the most part. C: Very.

Q: What made you sad recently? D: Any sip of alcohol. C: Breaking my laptop.

Q: What made you happy recently? D: Any sip of alcohol. C: Fixing my laptop in just one day.

Q: Any comment for Chris/Drew. D: Love you. C: 3 2 1 BAKA~!

#drew parker #chris brookes #baka gaijin + friends #went and got these scanned. for the greater good of the people

[kenllre]

NéiL “La porte du prophete” BAND PROFILE Translation

Another Q&A style band profile from the Key Party fanclub magazine La porte du prophete, this time with Néil! It contains info about the members such as their birthdays, height/weight, favourite food, etc. Once again, thank you to @biologicalslicer​ for scanning the magazine! The link to their post with the scans is here. Read under the cut!

NOTE: I do not speak Japanese and mostly used machine translation, but I’ve done my best to make it as accurate as possible and I’m quite confident in the translation overall since it’s a pretty simple Q&A. (Extra notes are asterisked) Q1. Date of birth - Place of birth

Daisuke: American Independence Day - Wakayama Prefecture

Tetsu: November 16 - Gunma Prefecture

Teruhiko: September 25 - Tokyo

Takuyu: July 13 - Toyama Prefecture

Q2. Blood type

Daisuke: RH+A

Tetsu: B

Teruhiko: B

Takuyu: O

Q3. Height - Weight

Daisuke: 173cm - 55kg

Tetsu: Tiny

Teruhiko: 180cm, a little more - 64kg

Takuyu: 170cm - 55kg

Q4. Eye colour - Eyesight

Daisuke: Black - Contacts

Tetsu: Light brown - Both 1.5

Teruhiko: Black - Bad

Takuyu: Brown - Both 1.0

Q5. Foot size

Daisuke: 26~26.5cm

Tetsu: 25cm

Teruhiko: 27.5~28cm

Takuyu: 26cm

Q6. Favourite brand

Daisuke: Golce

Tetsu: Nothing in particular, but whatever I like. But I am particular about perfume.

Teruhiko: Gaultier and Dirk Bikkembergs

Takuyu: There are so many that I can’t write them

Q7. Self analysis of your personality

Daisuke: Gakincho Daimaou (*Great Demon King)

Tetsu: The difference between light and dark is intense.

Teruhiko: Sarcastic

Takuyu: Simple

Q8. Favourite food

Daisuke: Egg

Tetsu: Rice and something to go with it (like Nori)

Teruhiko: Sushi and yakiniku

Takuyu: Tasty things

Q9. Food you dislike

Daisuke: Natto

Tetsu: Canned asparagus 

Teruhiko: Getemono (*a Japanese word for strange/disgusting food that most people would never eat)

Takuyu: Bad things

Q10. Favourite music 

Daisuke: Many

Tetsu: Most if not all rock

Teruhiko: NeiL

Takuyu: Classic and heavy metal

Q11. Favourite type of woman

Daisuke: Sometimes mature, sometimes childish

Tetsu: A person who shares the same values

Teruhiko: A person who is modest but has his or her own ideas

Takuyu: Ikeike gyaru

Q12. Type of woman you dislike

Daisuke: The not so cute ones

Tetsu: A person who doesn’t share the same values

Teruhiko: Opposite type of the above (*My format may make this answer seem odd, but if you don’t get it, by “the above” he means his answer in Q11)

Takuyu: Secret

Q13. What do you not want in the world?

Daisuke: It’s a food chain... in this world...

Tetsu: Nuclear weapons

Teruhiko: Tetsu in a drunken state (laughs)

Takuyu: Politicans and bullies

Q14. What is death to you?

Daisuke: I won’t know until I die

Tetsu: If you don’t believe in yourself anymore, you’re as good as dead even if you’re alive.

Teruhiko: The end...? The beginning....?

Takuyu: No comment

Q15. On the day the world is destroyed, where will you be and with whom?

Daisuke: Plans are undecided

Tetsu: Sleeping at home with my cat

Teruhiko: Dancing in a circle with all the members!

Takuyu: Eating ramen in Shinjuku

#takuyu is really as simple as he says #hes not even specific with most of his answers LOL #daisuke is also a little eccentric #and tetsu is our motivation king #NéiL #neil #key party #translations

[shewhoeatssand]

☠, ▼ and ☯for Kaneki, pls^^

☠️ - angry/violent headcanon!

Oughhh I love Kaneki being angry and violent 🥰🥰 I think sometimes when Shironeki is very emotional, he’ll seek out groups instead of singular ghouls to eat but also to lash out on and toy with a bit. He repeats a lot of the trauma that was inflicted onto him but usually pushes it out of his mind by the next day and can’t recall it. If he finds one guy separate to the rest of the group, he’d break their limbs to keep them from getting away, then go find the rest of the group to kill in front of them if they didn’t answer whatever questions he wanted. Since his mind isn’t there altogether the questions can be about things he doesn’t really need information on, since they’re more to justify the ordeal to himself as an interrogation. Also, whoever he decides to be most pissed at would end up with some serious head damage (sometimes half of it is even missing!!!). At the end he’ll eat everyone’s kakuhous before leaving. Very often I like to imagine him popping into a public bathroom to get changed after this sort of thing, then pop into McDonalds and order a coffee to sip while people watching and having mild thoughts on eating even more :3 he’s so cute sitting there aww I wish he could eat soggy fries too

▼ - childhood headcanon!

Kaneki wrote a lot of stories as a wee lad. When he was living with his mother he’d write a lot of fantasy inspired things about different worlds with dragons and elves. They were very descriptive, and he had a huge imagination! Many were set in the same world which he’d use as a form of escapism. The main character was usually a boy just a bit older than him, who’d kill monsters with spells he learned from books, and receive lots of praise from his family and friends. As he got a little older he gave the boy a lot of his own hardships and had a lot of his friends turn on him for things that were out of his control, then had him forced to kill his own mother. He later felt EXTREMELY guilty about this and tossed out the entire book.

When he moved in with his aunt he wrote memos about the nice things he used to do with his mother and some vent pieces that would get scrunched up or burnt. He took a lot of inspiration from Takatsuki too, and wrote some fanfiction with the characters in another book he guarded with his life. Sometimes he’d even do drawings to match the story and Takatsuki’s real works :) he became a pretty good artist and used his new skill for lots of good things (drawing his and Hide’s “ideal girlfriend” every 2 weeks)

☯️ - Likes/Dislikes headcanon!

OH THIS ONE IS SO FUN

Likes 🥰:

stray cats

tall buildings

home cooking

this one milf librarian he was always too shy to talk to (literally ran away from her before)

sleeping

muted colours

wool

board games

his room

petrichor

his warm sweaters

his blankets

the Takatsuki Fan Forum (his only online activity)

riding his bike

mashed potato

chocolate

this one really old teddy his mama gave him that he pretends he doesn’t need anymore because he knows his mama sucked ass, but still clings to when he’s lonely (Haise was given something similar by Arima when he lost his belongings)

cucumbers

stars

water streams

Dislikes 😔:

bonito flakes (killed his great grandfather)

his cousin Youichi

his grandparents :((((

cramped spaces, or being in a corner

being touched too much

big, loud dogs (got chased once while he was walking home at age 5)

when the murder victims cry out to be saved

warheads

too many pigeons

crowds

big spiders

team sports

his first name

manga (thinks they are for uncultured people who don’t really want to read) (but the horrors are cool sometimes)

social media (can’t understand it well)

natto

committees

a lot of sun

#tokyo ghoul #kaneki ken #ken kaneki #thank you for the ask! #forgot to add tags first time around woops

[silvermoon424]

What are the favorite foods of Usagi Tsukino and her friends?

This actually has a canon answer, as given in the Senshi's profiles!

Usagi: Cake (manga), ice cream (90s anime)

Ami: Ramen (manga), sandwiches (90s anime)

Rei: Fugu (pufferfish)

Mako: Cherry pie

Minako: Curry

Chibiusa: Pudding

Setsuna: Tea

Haruka: Salad

Michiru: Sashimi

Hotaru: Nihon soba (Japanese buckwheat noodles)

As a bonus, here are their least favorite foods:

Usagi: Carrots

Ami: Hamachi (yellow tail tuna)

Rei: Canned asparagus

Mako: Potatoes (PGSM only)

Minako: Shiitake mushrooms

Chibiusa: Carrots

Setsuna: Eggplant

Haruka: Natto (fermented soybeans)

Michiru: Kikurage (a kind of mushroom)

Hotaru: Milk

I also found favorite foods for Mamoru and the Starlights:

Mamoru: Chocolate

Seiya: Hamburgers

Yaten: Caviar

Taiki: Sushi

#sailor moon #character profile #bishoujo senshi sailor moon

[epickiya722]

For the anime ask game, can I ask :

Balance : Unlimited, Vanitas no Carte and ATLA?

BALANCE UNLIMITED 💴

Favorite Character: Haru Kato! From his design to his personality, Haru easily became my favorite character.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: The entirety of episode 4. It's just too funny to me that Daisuke left the house because he got natto for breakfast, left his phone by accident, and has to stay with Haru because he refuses to go back home. He slept in the bathtub! 😆

Character I Think is Underrated: The whole Detective Division. They're actually very enjoyable characters to me and a lot of the scenes they have together are favorites of mine.

Character I Think is Overrated: We all know it's Daisuke. Remember when that show came out?! Oh my gosh... still love him though.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: DaiHaru, that will always be my ship!

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: The gag that at the end of each episode shows the total balance of how much money was spent is something that I love. Whoever thought to do that, I applaud them. Also, just the overall vibe of the show. To me, it's an anime worth a rewatch. I find myself doing so once in a while. The opening song is one of my favorite anime openings still!

**

VANITAS NO CARTE ✒

Favorite Character: Noé is everything to me. He actually holds a very special place in my heart because he looks like a character I created way back in middle school.

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: One of my favorite scenes has to be that Vanitas had pushed Noé to the point of being scary. First season when they're facing Roland and Noé takes Vanitas hostage. The way Vanitas reacts will always have me in tears and Noé? Me watching that scene "you're doing amazing, sweetie!"

Character I Think is Underrated: I feel like Amelia is underrated. She's nice, I like her.

Character I Think is Overrated: Noé definitely, but more so Vanitas is overrated.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Vanitas and Noé! Their dynamic is everything to me, okay?

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: The anime, to me, is very beautifully animated to me. The music though? That first ending song, oh my gosh. That song is just... I can't even describe. You ever listen to a song and it just puts you in a trance and it relaxes you? That's what that song is like.

**

AVATAR THE LAST AIRBENDER 💨

Note: ATLA isn't an anime. But I'll answer for it.

Favorite Character: ATLA has such a good cast of characters, it's hard to choose a character. But for me, it's Yue! When watching her episodes as a kid, I couldn't help but admire her. Still do!

Favorite Arc/Episode/Scene: Other than Yue scenes, The Beach is definitely one of my favorite episodes. Another would have to be "Firebending Masters". My favorite scene is when Aang and Zuko gets stuck in that trap and Aang yells for help and Zuko responds "who are you yelling to? No one has lived here for centuries!"

Character I Think is Underrated: Hmm... okay any Avatar that isn't Roku, Aang and Kyoshi. Avatar Yangchen being one.

Character I Think is Overrated: The main cast, but can you blame them? To pick... I'm giving it to Zuko and Sokka here.

Favorite Ship/Pairing: Sokka/Suki will always be one of my favorite canon relationships. It's just so sweet! And admittedly, I am also a fan of Zukka.

Something I Love About the Show/Movie: The characters, love them. The plot, amazing. Music, on point. One thing I really like about the show is the number of memorable quotes. It's been over a year since I actually watched the show, but almost every day I or anyone in my family will quote something from it.

"Let us leave!"

"Lettuce leaf?"

"My aura has never been pinker!"

"My own mother thought I was a monster. She was right, of course, but it still hurts."

"I CAN STILL FIGHT!!"

"It just says... 'bear'."

You get the picture.

Anime Ask Game

#kiya answers #balance unlimited #fugou keiji balance: unlimited #fkbu #vanitas no shuki #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vnc #avatar the last airbender #atla

[spicykaraage]

Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Gakuto Mukahi

[PROFILE]

Birthday: September 12th (Virgo)

Blood Type: B

Relatives: Father, Mother, Older Sister, Younger Brother

Father’s Occupation: Appliance Store Owner

Elementary School: Hyotei Academy Primary School

Middle School: Hyotei Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: Third Year | Class 3-D | Seat 24

Club: Tennis Club - Regular

Committee: Athletic Committee

Strong Subjects: Chemistry, English, PE

Weak Subjects: Politics, Economics

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Rooftop

Favorite Motto: “A jump a day.” (a motto he made up for himself in elementary school) ➜ “I want to fly high over low hurdles.” [TP]

Daily Routines: Messaging his friends (about 100 messages a day) ➜ Using messaging apps and social media (about 120 messages a day) [TP]

Hobbies: Bungee jumping, collecting various feathers and accessories

Favorite Color: Red

Favorite Music: Hip Hop

Favorite Movie: Spider-Man

Favorite Book: Shounen manga (sports genre)

Favorite Food: Karaage, natto, Takenoko no Sato (chocolate bamboo shoots) [23.5]

Favorite Anniversary: New Year’s Day (since his family’s store is closed)

Preferred Type: An easy-going girl ➜ A girl who will have fun riding roller coasters with him [TP]

Ideal Date Spot: An amusement park (where you can bungee jump) ➜ “The new theme park in Nagoya!” [23.5]

His Gift for a Special Person: Beautiful feathers he’s been saving

Where He Wants to Travel: Macau Tower

Thing He Wants Most Right Now: “I want wings on my back!” ➜ “To get taller…” [23.5]

Dislikes: Ghost stories, his father, when Hiyoshi leaves his horror books at his house [23.5, removed], horror stories [23.5]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Skateboarding, street dancing, parkour (recently started) [TP]

Spends Allowance On: Hanging out with his friends

[DATA]

Height: 158cm

Weight: 48kg

Shoe Size: 25cm

Dominant Arm: Left

Vision: 1.5 Left & Right

Play Style: Serve & Volleyer

Signature Moves: Moonsault Volley

Number of Times He Runs Away from Home: 7 times a month

Favorite Brands:

Racquet: BRIDGESTONE (Wingbeam M45)

Shoes: K.SWISS (Preventor2000)

Overall Rating: Speed: 4 / Power: 2 / Stamina: 2 / Mental: 2 / Technique: 4 / Total: 14

Kurobe Memo: “His charm lies in his ability to jump high and fast. However, is that really a skill required to win in tennis matches? If he can find the answer, there is no doubt he will rise to great heights as a tennis player. I hope that his form gets stronger while staying beautiful.”

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bag:

Feathers he found

Half-size notebook

A coin purse with a bird design

A feather accessory

Mesh pen case

What’s in His Locker [C&S]:

Feathers

Handmade natto (he keeps it in there) // He wants to make natto that even Yuushi will eat. He doesn’t make it at home since he doesn’t want his father to find out

Coupons from Jirou’s family // They’re for the dry cleaning store Jirou’s family owns. It’s easier to get coupons from Gakuto than it is with Jirou

#tenipuri #tenirabi #profile #my post

[hii-b]

Number_i appeared on a terrestrial TV for the 1st time and performed GOAT, on 03.02.2024.

NHK music program "Venue101".

It was super cooool 🔥

@nhk_music

3 other male dance and vocal groups (ATEEZ / TWS / THE RAMPAGE) also performed.

Live broadcasting

IG: nhk_venue101

I was very happy to hear applause and cheers before and after Number_i performed GOAT.

Back stage

[Questions in the program]

About pre-live routine.

Kishi : Drink iced cafe latte, eat natto.

I feel that natto nourishes my energy.

Advantages over other groups.

Sho : Positive feeling, stupid, challenge spirit.

We can challenge anything coz we're stupid.

In Addition, Sho and Jinguji each answered what they thought was normal things for dancers 🤭.

After the broadcast

IG: nhk_venue101

The last program that Sho, Jinguji, and Kishi appeared on as King＆Prince members was Venue101.

I remember how it was when they sang "Beautiful Flower".

I was so sad, and my heart was tight . . .

This time, it was great to see thier beautiful smiles and wonderful performance on Venue101.

I wish them the best future ✨

Finally, enjoy GOAT 🍀🐐🍀

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　03.05.2024

#Number_i #GOAT #Number_i_GOAT #ShoHirano #YutaJinguji #YutaKishi #Sho Hirano #Yuta Jinguji #Yuta Kishi #Hirano Sho #Jinguji Yuta #Kishi Yuta #平野紫耀 #神宮寺勇太 #岸優太 #Venue101