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#VANILLA ICE CREAM EDITION
littlebabyatlas · 6 months
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vanilla mocha regressor board !
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araneitela · 22 days
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I ran out of coffee beans. /glares into camera
It's officially time for 6 hot chocolates today.
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bloodmoon24 · 11 months
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Reblog to your answer opinion
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I made this just for fun (also I’ve always wanted to try something like this)
(PS: M, J, and I are their initials, if you didn’t know. Like Moon, Jade, and Ice)
And this is for any kind of Sonic franchise, not just the ones I used for their photos
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madamemidnight · 7 months
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Vanilla Ice Cream and Schemes
A drabble I wrote because of my love of this scene. Enjoy. 😊
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An Ice and his Cream
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kaito-spotted · 1 year
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Spotted !! Enjoying Big ice cream bars ! (happy birthday to v3 ! ) (Photo by Slashio Photography on Unsplash)
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wildspringday · 1 year
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via freckledpottery
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sunnyskies281 · 2 years
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nbmudkip · 2 years
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forgot t9 post this earlier. got this one fresh after downing a baileys slushie. no further comment
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ssjrodimus · 2 years
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Neapolitan Oreo cookies (Limited Edition) - Nabisco
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isaegi · 10 months
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KISS AND CRÊPE UP
feat. gojo satoru x gn! reader
tags: established relationship, fluff, gojo being annoying but the ultimate pooks, got a bit suggestive at the end lol sawry..
A/N: had to repost because i needed to re-edit it; n e way enjoy( ˘ ɜ˘) ♬♪♫
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Gojo leans to take a bite of your food after you offer him some and he just winds up taking the biggest, most disrespectful bite known to man.
So much so that his lips brush up against the tips of your fingers, which hold the crêpe you originally bore out for him— with the intention that he'd take a normal bite. You're left there to watch him chew in silence, his cheeks puffed out as he swallows your meal with a satisfied hum.
It's comical, really. You've only had about 3, maybe 4, bites of food before the pressure of your boyfriend's heated glare stare on your plate willed you into sharing a taste with him. 
A. Taste.
Now all you have is a few crumbs and a streak of vanilla ice cream dripping down your fingers left to your name.
"Man, I should've gone with what you've got," Gojo says, smoothing the creases on his white button-up shirt. "Next time, though."
There's a heavy silence that hangs between the two of you. Either A) it's one that he blatantly chooses to ignore, or B) he's oblivious to the turmoil you seem to be experiencing in that pretty little head of yours.
Gojo's arm rests along your neck, warm and affectionate, as he sinks into the seat of your booth's table. With his free hand, from your perspective, you can see that he's playing with his food and making an absolute mess of the once neatly plated dish into a pile of God-knows-what.
"Satoru."
"Hm?"
Warm pools of blue peeked right back at you from beneath his shades. And if you didn't know any better, you'd assume that a playful glint lingered in his eyes as he gave you his wholehearted attention, as if he was toying with you on purpose.
But you know Gojo Satoru, and well at that.
"Go and order another crêpe, please."
"Wha—" His brows furrow and his lips twist into a tight pout as if you had spoonfed him something sour. "Is it because of the bite I took?" Gojo brushes aside your squawk of that wasn't a bite and you know it to focus his sights on you and how you’re frowning at the feigned expression of innocence on his face.
Cute, you thought, but you immediately shake this revelation up and out of your head. You wouldn’t even be in this current predicament if it not been for his insatiable nature!
Gojo digs his fork into his bowl and shovels some of his fries to prod them at your mouth. “It’s fine, it’s fine!” You keep your lips tightly sealed and try to ignore the many intrigued gazes from onlookers tables away from you two. “Here, have some of mine. You won’t even notice the difference.”
Between his incessant whines for you to open your mouth and his hand squishing your cheeks so that he could slip some more food into your mouth, you eventually relent to his antics and try out one of the fries.
You can now understand why he barely made a dent in his plate since you arrived.
“Yummy, right?” Gojo inquires, an easy smile resting on his lips. His nimble fingers graze your lips, brushing off imaginary crumbs from your mouth for extra effect.
You push his hand away from you, shrinking away in disgust from his fork and drag your eyes away from it toward his eyes. You can only roll your eyes in response to the cheeky expression he wears on his face. “These are stale, Satoru…”
“Right?”
You shake your head in disbelief and shrug his arm off of you, “Let’s go,” you push your plate away from you, making a big show of how you were ready to leave, “I’m sure there’s food at home for me in the fridge, anyway.”
You manage to sway him easily, hook, line, and sinker, because Gojo tugs at your hand to pull you closer to him and deter you from leaving. “Fine, fine! I’ll buy you another, okay?” 
Sticking to his word, Gojo does exactly that, even going out of his way to buy two so that you could enjoy your own. But, of course, not all good things can last forever. His trait of having a knack for sweet things rears its head, and he wolfs down his serving within minutes. 
How wonderful.
With nothing else left to do, Gojo watches you eat silently. Happy that you’re happy with how things turned out. But his shades do nothing to mask the almost carnal want that swam in his eyes every time his head would not-so-conspicuously tilt down to look at how much there was left of your crêpe.
From the corner of your perspective, you spot Gojo’s hand sneaking its way off from your knee, up toward the table and slowly inching closer and closer to your plate. 
That’s it.
You inhale a sharp breath, picking up the last remnants of your desert, and shove it all into your mouth in one go, leaving him none whatsoever. 
When you turn your head to throw Gojo a triumphant glare, one that screams I win, you’re met with an expression that stops you dead in your tracks.  
Gojo’s face is unreadable as he stares at you behind his sunglasses. Even though you can’t directly see into his eyes, you can still feel the intense weight of his gaze on you, his eyes slowly trail along your face. Suddenly you feel very conscious of the ice cream that clung to your bottom lip.
You run your tongue against your bottom lip, bringing your wrist up to your face to dab away any sticky residue it may leave behind.
He stays silent for a beat before he puffs out a breath of laughter. A sly smile tugs at the corner of his mouth once he tips his head back against the padded header of his seat.
“Now that’s just obscene.”
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thank you for reading <333 shoot me a request, i'm always looking for something to write :)
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blueparadis · 7 months
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╰┈➤ ADELAIDE ✦ SAE ITOSHI.
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⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ Sae rarely watches any movie or TV show for the second time so he has come up with a solution. Why don't you cockwarm him as he sits for the rewatch, hmm?
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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader x sae itoshi, roommate au, relationship history ( fwb➝ established relationship ) relationship dynamics, fluff, angst and smut, cockwarming, nipple stimulation, edge play, very subtle tones of s&m, sub/dom dynamics, switch!reader, sae is little obsessive behaviour and fantasies about the reader, mention of safeword ( neither party uses it); 1,3k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. | 
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The curtains dance along the windows as a gust of wind enters the living room.  The afternoon sun is utterly bright despite the torrential rain at dawn; but it is Saturday, so you could definitely enjoy the privilege of an air conditioner along with emptying a tub full of ice cream of your favorite flavour. You could definitely enjoy such other privileges if Sae did not suggest the idea of watching a movie together, in this living room where he sits with you on the couch having you on his lap and his cock inside you. Unlike the most Saturdays, he is home today and hence, you could not say no to him. 
The posture is not at all uncomfortable. In fact, he has one of his arms wrapped around your waist as you watch the movie with rapt attention. Although, Sae is facing toward to the television he is not much interested since he claims he has seen the movie already. The notebook. You have watched it too. In fact, you are the one who introduced him to ‘The Notebook’, and ever since he has been nagging to watch it with you like a child asking for a limited edition toy. And when you asked him why he suggested a movie that he has already watched, he simply came up with this brilliant idea of having his cock inside as you watch the movie to make it more interesting. 
At first, you gave him a look saying, “you can just watch it again with me.” but he instantly responded smiling ear to ear, “I would rather watch you.”  That was so cliche and cheesy that it makes you cringe yet it has been a while you have not seen this side of him. When your eyebrows knitted against each other, he added, “Please.” avoiding eye contact. 
The first time when you suggested him to watch ‘The Notebook’ after his so-called girlfriend ditched him he landed a trail of awful words saying how he hates such plain romance. ‘Vanilla’ he would call it, which according to him is not his type. Technically, it is. He hates simplicity. Nothing is more boring than going by the book. But he still watched it. And after that, you two started watching tv shows and movies together. Of course, both of you took turns to pick. Now, he likes simplicity but only when it is you.
That is how you ended up watching ‘The Notebook’ again, as his hands slipped under your dress every other minute. With an annoyed huff, you are just pushing his muscular-toned arms back to the valley of your waist every time they become curious. The first twenty to forty minutes was enough for him to pull you into his lap, his fingers playing with your pussy spreading and relaxing you so that he can slide his cock at ease. He is fully clothed but his hands have reached up to the laces of your long camisole quite a number of times. He knows you are not wearing a bra underneath. You hate it. Even though having a guy as a roommate you could not care less. 
Sae mumbles into your ear as he pulls your body towards himself, rolling his hips a little and pushing the tip of his cock more inside you. “Babe…” he murmured, grazing his nose below your neck and placing a soft open-mouthed kiss. You do not faze, nor say anything. How could you? You are having a hard time keeping your moans to yourself. His needy gestures are not helping either. His hand slips again under your dress, this time he inclines your body a little so as to continue his trail of kisses. “Babe. . .” he whines again, followed by a low short-lived gasp.
“What is it, Sae?” you ask, pausing the movie. There are still forty minutes left. 
Did you really have to pause it? The fact that some corny romance that you have already watched has more of your attention than him is already making him go nuts. He wishes he could just roll you down on the couch and fuck you till your tears run down your cheeks, while the movie plays in the background. He has imagined it so many times. “can i fuck you?” He blurts out.
You know he is just playing with you, somewhat bluffing to see your reactions. After all, he is never the one to admit defeat so easily. “It was your idea, Sae” You exclaim as he tries to distract you by running his hands up your arms and then stopping at your shoulder blades, inserting a finger underneath the lace to play with it. You try to adjust yourself a little so that his cockhead does not nudge your sweet spot every time he moves but he is a lot stronger than his friends claim. 
“Such a bad idea, don’t you think?”
Your eyebrows pinch, cheeks puff in and out as you resume the movie. “Just forty more minutes.” You glance at him through the corner of your eyes and find him smirking. He is looking at your boobs as you realise how much is turned on, how much you want this,want him and how much can you take any more of this. Sae glances you before sticking his tongue out licking your pebbled nipple once. You can neither tell him to stop nor ask for more because both will have him tasting the victory by fucking you before the movie ends. Sae checks your face in between his slow teaseful sucks and licks. 
Your face contorts as he blows some air out onto your nipple making you realise that he has wetted enough to let the cloth stick on to your skin. He moves you to adjust a little to do the same with your lonely nipple making you swallow hard feeling his cock leak inside you. It hits your sweet spot with so much precision that it is almost tempting to bounce on his cock and ask him to fuck you. At this point, he would actually. You just needed to say the word. “thirty more minutes babe,”
“After that,” he slaps your ass cheeks harshly over the skimpy dress. Just once but that one slap has you arching like a bow with your head bent backward. You blink open your eyes huffing with the wide intake of breath feeling tears blurring the design painted on the celling. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard.” 
You looked at him, a little concerned because never with you he has done this. Safeword was at the tip of your tongue and your heart at the back of your throat yet you saw him leaning towards you resting his head against your chest and releasing a strong exhale.
 “I know. So, you better last these last forty minutes.” You voiced out tartly. You could feel him wince, evident from a distorted groan.
You do not remember seeing his arms travel far down your waist and now as your breaths are slowly becoming even, he has both of your arms arching at the back holding them by the wrist making them immobile. He kisses your collarbone whispering, “Sorry, force of habit. You ‘okay love?”
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tagging~@tteokdoroki @saenora @semisgroupie @orchid3a @seirinz.
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psalacanthea · 22 days
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I'm doing that thing again where a random scenario is showing up in my modern AU fic and I have to think of everyone's preferences so: BG3 companions, ice cream edition.
Wyll: The only man alive who gets an ice cream cone and somehow never drips. He loves a good quality vanilla, but likes it with additions, like a handmade fudge ripple or butter pecan. Will eat an ice cream cone with a spoon, confusing everyone.
Karlach: She wants to go to the place where they mix in shit in front of you. Gummy bears and pretzels. Red hots candy and caramel corn. She's inventing flavor combos you've never heard of. Also likes the blue bubblegum ice cream.
Gale: Ooh! Well, since you're asking, he knows a wonderful place a scant thirty minute drive away that makes their own handmade ice cream. He's been known to indulge in a pint or two...perhaps with a nice glass of wine! Toppings? Well, that would ruin the experience.
Shadowheart: She goes to the same place as Gale, but she hoards her pints in her freezer and you're not allowed to touch them. They have a dark chocolate raspberry she's obsessed with. It's hers, though. You can have a bite. Just one. Fine, you can have another bite.
Lae'zel: She goes to the fast food drive through, orders a chocolate sundae, and leaves. If their ice cream machine is broken again, they will pay the price. Will climb through a drive-through window to fight your manager.
Astarion: Goes to the trendy, insanely expensive restaurant, orders the thousand dollar gold leaf covered, smoked white truffle and whisky ice cream dessert, takes a picture of it for his instagram, and leaves without paying by climbing out the bathroom window.
Minthara: She will take two scoops of chocolate ice cream. Nothing more, nothing less. If you fail to deliver exactly what was ordered, she will have your business destroyed on Yelp. Her prowess on Yelp is legendary. Sometimes Astarion helps her make video reviews of restaurants. She has millions of views, adoring fans, and has no idea.
Halsin: He'd prefer something else for dessert, but he's already here, so...maybe a scoop of pistachio on a cone? Will get distracted and end up with it dripping all over his arm. Whoops! Now everyone's staring at him while he licks his own hand.
Jaheira: She prefers a pastry, but fine. She'll let you know once she's tried every sample at least once. Hmm. Not bad. And...you know what? Never mind. She's full now. Thanks for the samples.
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[ID: Illustration of a pin-up girl in a white dress with teal buttons and white heels riding on a red mobility scooter. She is also wearing a white bandana with teal polka dots, black thigh-high pantyhose held up with light pink garters, and bright red lipstick. She is white with short brown hair and brown eyes. Her eyes are wide and her lips are pursed. /end ID] 
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[ID: Illustration of a pin-up girl in a wheelchair. She is wearing a straw hat, bright yellow tank top and jean shorts with a brown belt. She is white with dark brown eyes and hair that has been tied into twin tail braids with red ribbons. She is picking apples from a tree, but the basket on her lap has overturned and is spilling apples. She is distracted, looking at a yellow bird perched atop the antenna of a radio that is on the back of her wheelchair. /end ID] 
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[ID: An illustration of a woman sitting on a stool at an ice cream parlor. She is wearing a white blouse which hangs off of the shoulders and exposes the tops of her breasts. She is also wearing a black skirt, yellow belt, and yellow heels. Her right hand is holding a wooden cane while her left hand is spilling vanilla ice cream from her cone onto her breasts. She has a surprised expression. /end ID] 
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[ID: An illustration of a pin-up girl with a prosthetic left leg having a picnic. She is white with dark brown eyes and short, dark brown hair with a yellow ribbon on top. She has the same expression as the other pin-up girls with wide eyes and pursed, bright red lips. She is wearing a white blouse and yellow skirt with black belt, as well as thigh-high black pantyhose held up with white garters. She is holding a bottle with red liquid in it and has a straw sticking out of the top. Next to her is a picnic basket. In front of her are salt and pepper shakers and a hotdog on a blue plate. She rests on her knees on a blue and white, gingham-patterned picnic blanket. There are stains from where she has spilled the red drink on the blanket. She is holding her skirt up to reveal her thighs. /end ID] 
Artists of the original pin ups are Gil Elvgren (Mobility scooter and cane), Harry Ekman (Prosthetic leg), and an unknown artist who I spent quite some time trying to find (Wheelchair). If you happen to know this last artist, let me know! Edits are by me.
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I actually uploaded my little thingamajig on youtube heheheheh
I spent way too much time on this, but I kept seeing a music video in my head of Vanilla so I had to hurry up and do it pffff
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firstknightvulion · 2 months
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Barret: So, how’d it go?
Cloud: How did what go?
Barret: You and Tifa! At the beach!
Cloud: We got ice cream.
Barret: And?!
Cloud: I got vanilla.
Barret: You got van—what else did you do?!
Cloud: Uh, walked the beach?
Barret: Good, good. But did you seal the deal?
Cloud: What deal?
Barret: Lifestream, help me. Did you kiss her?
Cloud: Why would I do that?!
Barret: You were on a date!
Cloud: No, no! Trust me. Tifa…Tifa doesn’t see me that way! *looks down sadly* We’re just friends.
Sometime later…
Barret sits at the end of a dock at Costa del Sol, staring out at the setting sun. His sunglasses cover his eyes. His cheeks are stained with tears. At his side sits a bottle of whiskey, almost empty. A hollowness fills his soul as he thinks about Cloud and Tifa.
Barret: They’re, they’re…just so fucking stupid.
Aerith takes the whiskey bottle and finishes it off. Sunglasses sit on her face and tears stream down her stoic face. She places the empty bottle back on the dock and continues sitting next to Barret.
I’m definitely projecting now. And I didn’t want Aerith alone on her pain. Spread the suffering you know.
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These people are my favorite characters in any form of media.
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