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icyminghao · 10 months

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seventeen’s reaction to you asking them if they knew how to whistle and kissing them as they do it

pairing: seventeen (ot13) x gn!reader genre: fluff word count: 0.7k warning(s): none

requested by @vi-chan07: Idk if you are taking recs or not . But I really want svt's reaction to their S/o doing this to them

SEUNGCHEOL

would be mock offended that you asked him if he knew how to whistle (bc of course he does!)

would pout and furrow his brows at you before finally whistling

is so confused at first when you kiss his protruding lips, but breaks into the dopiest smile right after

would make kissy faces at you, demanding for you to do it again, whining and sulking if you refuse to

JEONGHAN

he’d probably see it coming ngl

the gears are turning in his head as soon as you pop the question

and like the absolute tease he is, he won’t whistle until you explicitly tell him that you were trying to kiss him

eventually does it just to see you smile (and also bc he would never say no to your kisses but you don’t need to know that!)

JOSHUA

whistles without thinking too much of it

is so endeared when you kiss him

complains when you pull away and rushes to kiss you back

would definitely start doing it back to you often even though you already know what’s coming (but you still play along anyway, his reaction after he kisses your pouting lips is too cute to pass on)

JUNHUI

is suspicious, but whistles anyway

becomes so giddy when you kiss him

acts all like “i already knew what you were trying to do!” even though he really didn’t

is badgering you for more kisses after bc one is not enough

SOONYOUNG

would whistle without a question bc you asked him to

eyes go wide when you press a kiss to his pouting lips before turning into the giddiest mess ever

is such a giggling mess after and would drape himself over you and not let go

plants wet kisses all over your face in return

WONWOO

finds it amusing

knows you probably have a trick up your sleeve but how could he ever refuse you?

so he whistles, and is taken aback when you press your lips hard against his

would chase after your lips as you pull away and it becomes a makeout session after that

JIHOON

you’d probably have to explicitly tell him to whistle bc he’ll literally just answer your question and call it a day

face turns so red when you kiss him it takes everything in you not to take a picture and show it to the boys some time

gets so so shy after, he doesn’t say a single word (his mind is reeling and unable to produce a single coherent thought)

tells you “that was slick” but he actually means “do it again please”

MINGHAO

is definitely giving you that judgemental stare (but he does it anyway)

is pleasantly surprised when you plant your lips on his pouting ones

would tell you that you’ve been hanging out with jeonghan too much lately but he’d be unable to hide the wide grin spreading across his face

looks at you with those lovesick eyes and says “if you wanted a kiss, just say so”

MINGYU

thinks you’re teasing him

goes all “of course i know how to whistle!” with a pout on his face

gets all giddy when you kiss him before he actually whistles

is all like “i knew you were gonna do this” after you pull away, so you kiss him again to shut him up (just like mingyu wanted 🤭)

SEOKMIN

giggles at your out of pocket question at first, but does it without asking much

literally squeaks when you press your lips against his in surprise

would wrap his arms around you and whine about how you caught him off guard after

proceeds to pepper kisses all over your face and would be insistent on doing it back to you to “return the love”

SEUNGKWAN

is skeptical at first bc he thinks you’re challenging him

scoffs and does it

is so so flustered once you kiss him he’s stunned into silence

would whine about how it’s unfair with the dopiest smile on his face (and then he’d ask you to do it again shamelessly)

VERNON

he’d literally just go “yeah, i do.” and then move on with his day

you’d have to ask him to whistle for him to actually do it bro is dense as hell

gets so confused when you kiss him it takes him a while to get what you were trying to do

the biggest, most lovesick smile forms on his face after he understands the situation, and the tips of his ears turn the brightest shade of red

CHAN

does it without a hint of doubt

gets so flustered once you kiss him, face turning so red

he’d probably malfunction for a while (he’s so shy its so cute TT)

would probably ask you to do it again (and again and again)

a/n: hehe i had a lot of fun writing this i hope it was a fun read too

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red-riot-unbreakable-heart · 1 month

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Kirishima gives Todoroki S*x Tips | Todoroki x Reader Fic

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Ship: Shoto Todoroki x Fem Reader! 💋, Shoto Todoroki x Eijiro Kirishima Friendship

Genre: Fluff, Sex, Friendship, NSFW

CW: MDNI!, discussing sex, foreplay, p*rn, hickies

Shoto Todoroki doesn’t really get sex until he gets it.

He loves you and knows you want to do it…so naturally he does research. If there’s one thing Shoto is good at, it’s mastering a subject

When Kirishima loses his virginity, he lets Shoto ask him questions. They sit late into the night at the library, reviewing and analyzing Kirishima’s 30 minutes of action. Shoto takes notes and in that straightforward way of his, asks for Eijro’s opinions on positions, foreplay and hickies.

“Did you perform oral sex on her? Is the female anatomy confusing?” He asks, causing Eijiro to go red in the face. Eijiro nods yes to both. “It took a few minutes, but once I got into it, I figured it out pretty quickly!” He says earnestly. Shoto scribbles down a reminder to Google some detailed diagrams of the female body when he gets home.

“Foreplay is super important, because girls need to, like, warm up before they’re ready to bone.” Eijiro adds, motioning for Shoto to keep taking notes.

“I didn’t know that.” Shoto blinks, surprised. To be fair, he had never really thought much about sex until you’d brought it up a few months earlier. He knew the rudimentary mechanics from middle school health class, but had never wondered what went into the act beyond the basics of reproduction.

“Shoto. My dude. This is going to be harder than I thought.” Eijiro puts his face in his hands. “How does someone our age have little to no knowledge about sex?”

“I wasn’t interested in it until now.” Shoto says flatly. “But now that Y/N wants to do it, I want to, too.”

Eijiro stares at Shoto thoughtfully through his fingers. “That was a pretty chivalrous response.” He admits, lifting his head from his hands. “You just want to make your girl happy, I can get behind that. But Shoto – if you don’t want to have sex, you don’t have to. Enthusiastic consent is key to solid intimacy.”

“I really want to do this.” Shoto says insistently. “I don’t really understand what all the hype is about, but I want to try it with y/n. I want to feel close to her that way. And maybe once I do it, I’ll understand.”

“Alright, man. Then I’ll help you. Consider me your Sex Expert. Your Sexpert!” Kirishima grins at his witty wordplay.

Shoto looks at him skeptically. “Haven’t you only had sex once, though? How much of an expert can you possibly be?”

Kirishima deflates. “I don’t see anyone else out in the library at 11pm giving you sex advice!”

“True.”

“So let me teach you what I know.” He says sagely. “Just call me your Sex Sensei!”

Shoto snorts out a laugh. “Pass.”

“Fine, be like that. Regardless, you are now my student. I will shepherd you into the next phase of your sex life with chivalry and grace.” Eijiro is really getting into the bit now. One look down at Shoto’s nervous face pulls him back down to Earth. “What’s wrong?”

“This is a lot. What if I’m bad at it? And what if y/n hates it?” Shoto closes his notebook and looks pleadingly at Kirishima with his mismatched eyes. “You’ve got to help me.”

“Calm down, man. It’s really not as big a deal as you think! And I’ve already committed to being your Sex Sensei, so we’re going to see this through together.” He motions for Shoto to open up his notebook again. “Now let’s start with the basics – have you ever watched porn?”

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I'm working on a longer fic to really dig into this exploration for Shoto! I love the idea of Kirishima being such a bro and trying to help his friends however he can. I also LOVE the idea of Kirishima fucking someone once and believing that makes him the resident expert on sex.

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birthdaycakeplate · 1 year

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‘Consistent art style’ sounds painful. Will it hurt me if I learn it?

Anyway, some Blitzbee things for my fantastic ✨@garbagezombie 💕 who is always so kind and precious to me. I adore you (despite painfully lacking in my ability to communicate with you)

#transformers animated #tfa #tfa blitzbee #blitzbee #bumbleblitz #bumblebee #tfa bumblebee #tfa blitzwing #Blitzwing #tfa Optimus is just wondering how that size thing works out #don’t be jealous Megan #prowl is here disapproving of Bumblebee in general #fluff boys #just realized I made icy smile when I meant to make that Random

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ibarkatpeoplewoofwoofbitch · 2 months

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Mha thoughts:my icks with some of the mha fandom.:PT 1:

Bakugou

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I hate when people in this fandom make bakugou just an asshole nothing more. He's had character development like one of the many proofs is when denki called himself basically worthless to bakugou and bakugou explained how Denkis quirk is good and stuff.

Bakugou making out to be just a bully still? That's so stupid to me like bakugou gives his FRIENDS nicknames, and it looked offensive, and people just do it as if bakugou does it to be a dick. Like just because he had 'weird' nicknames for the baku squad doesn't mean he's a bully me and my friend have 'weird nicknames' I call her danger tits,my princess with a disorder, bitch,asshole and many more and she's calls me cartman,cunt,slut and many more.

Trust me when I say being rude between friends is such a love language.

Deku

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I can't stand deku and not because he's the main character because all that I see when I look at him is some 'UWU' boy. Because the fandom made him out to be that.

Like just because he's got a baby face doesn't mean he's a 'UWU' baby boy.

And how 'innocent' he is. Cause I'm pretty sure todoroki is more innocent than deku, and that's because his father isolated him from everyone but him.

I seriously don't hate deku, but when I see him, all I can see is this:

Todoroki

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People overlook his trauma a lot. And it gets tiring.

Todoroki is one of the most mature,complex characters out of a few others. Like he symbols someone who's been through shit as a kid and still forgives his parents, showing that he's mature.

Kirishima

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Another character who's trauma is overlooked. But this time it's because he's a "strong" character.

Kirishima felt weak, and it's heavily implied he had low self-esteem as a kid.

Kids seem to do this a lot when they get older. But they get more grouchy and pissy and have a cold mentality.

Kirishima shows someone who you don't need the toughest to be happy with yourself or just in general and he did that doing one of my favorite things characters do. Getting the f off the steroids to show that they are happy and aren't chasing to be more.

He isn't as ripped in the first season he's grown buff and bigger.

Denki

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I will say this so many times I HATE HOW THE FANDOM MADE HIM OUT TO BE JUST A DUMBASS.

This man has his stupid moments, yes, but he's NOT and idiot. He's seen as the comedic relief and as someone who usually favorites blond characters who are silly and are the comedic relief one thing they all have in common is feeling stupid and worthless and they are one of the most intelligent characters I've seen.

I honestly think denki keeps him having his foolishness is an act. And if they ever show his backstory like they did with kirishima and some others, then I'm so sure he'd have a whole ass zenitsu like backstory.

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fly-sky-high-arts · 7 months

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(Choco Mint coloration ^)

Ice Scream Bat

Creature that hides and dwells within the icy caves, snowy mountains and cold regions. Very small but with noise that tends to confuse new visitors of the area, scaring them with high pitched screeches in the evenings. Locals, however, know it's harmless. And cute.

Seeing the bat hop on the ground is not unusual. Often they want to keep their wings warm so they will travel with bird like hops. Their light weight doesn't allow them to sink into the snow. If they sense danger with their excellent hearing, they're quick to take off and hide within the prickly evergreens or super cold caverns.

Additional info if adopted as Fakemon:

Name: Frosqueak (Frost+Squeak) Type: Ice

(Strawberry Choco/shiny coloration v)

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Update on availability in the reblog!

@patmax17 let me know if interested in this critter for 13$ or more if offering :) Dragon design will be posted with the reply ask once I am done with it.

#creature #design #adopt #fakemon #bat #october design challenge #I couldn't resist not coloring it like icecream hahaha #i figured 'oh well the colors would still work well in an icy cave #so mint choco colors it is XD #and then the name is also a pun now #I also liked the idea of wings being 'invisible' in the fluff of the fur #and hopping around to keep them less fur covered wings warm #I have an idea for a dream dragon but it's not as simple as this fella

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writers-ex · 1 year

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made with love

ryujin x fem!reader

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as you begin getting dressed your phone starts buzzing frantically, checking your notifications you see its from the one person you were hoping to see there.

'code gingerbread.' 'this is an emergency' 'plz i need ur help' 'meet me @ my place TT'

panicking from just the first few texts you grab your keys and phone rushing to her place. banging on the door you see a flour covered ryujin in an apron with the most saddest face you've ever seen.

"i burned them…i burned them all how is that even possible??"

"i'm sorry you burned wh-oh my gosh did you turn off the oven?" catching a whiff of something burning you rush inside and follow the scent to the kitchen, turning off the oven you look over to see ryujin staring mindlessly at the black cookies lying on the table. patting her back you hand her some water and clean up the mess, after taking out the trash you pinch her cheek slightly. "ok now that that's been taken care of tell me from the beginning what happened."

ryujin recounts how she was told by jihyo to bring cookies but this time she bought ingredients and wanted to try baking them only she didn't understand how long they needed to be cooked for and burnt the batch. in a panic she called you and now here you cleaning up her mess.

"it's fine jin, lucky for you i know a great baker on tiktok that can help us. just give me a minute-" swiping on your phone your feed shows up 'brownies'n'felix' watching one of his videos you give her a thumbs up. "now i know what to do! start making some shapes and i'll handle the rest." after making cookies of all shapes and sizes you manage to bake them with only two looking burnt, waiting around for them to cool you prepare some frosting and hand ryujin a pipping bag.

"ok now comes the hard part…decorating them. obviously mine are going to come out better-"

"um no they're not. i'm shin ryujin, the ace of everything."

"except baking."

"shut up. i can frost more cookies than you and i'll prove it to you!" sharing a look the two of you nod begin drawing little designs and faces on each cookie. getting closer to each other you notice that ryujin is beating you so to slow her down you swipe some frosting on her face and giggle making her drop the bag and have the access frosting land on your shirt. the two of you gasp and look at each other with a mischievous gaze, ryujin slowly reaches down to grab her green bag and quickly squeezes its contents all over your face making you groan.

"RYUJIN!!!" laughing you grab the access flour and throw it at her making her cough and vulnerable to more attacks. the two of you have at it until the supplies runs out and you're both covered in head to toe with frosting, flour, cookie dough, and what you think are rainbow sprinkles.

"ok ok truce!!" holding your hands up ryujin stops herself from throwing more flour at you. "i think the cookies have had enough of our jackson pollock art and we'll be late to the party if we keep this up."

"fineeee…you're no fun." walking over to you ryujin smirks. "buuuut you do look like a snack~" blushing you swat her now very close face from your own and find yourself backing up hitting the edge of the kitchen counter as ryujin corners you. giving you a slow once over she stops and stares directly into your eyes with a knowing look. "i think we both need to shower."

"yes i know that so i'll wait here and-"

"want to join me~?"

"RYUJIN?!" laughing she heads to a room and comes back with a change of clothes.

"i'm kidding i'm kidding!! you go first though i'll clean up now." handing you some clothes she pushes you toward the bathroom. once you come out you see ryujin once again in the kitchen in the middle of pipping one heart shaped cookie.

"jin i'm done." walking behind her you spot her attempting to write something on the cookie. "'i heart you' in a heart shaped cookie, wow that's so original~" startled she drops the bag and pouts.

"DONT SCARE ME LIKE THAT!! i almost ruined your cookie?!" laughing at her angry face you let her words register and stop to look at a flushed ryujin. "what? you heard me!! i'm making you a confession cookie because i like you but feel too awkward to tell you." taking the cookie from her you look down at it and smile making her give you an odd look.

"well that's good news because... i like you too and this is the cutest thing anyone has ever done for me." her shoulders slump in relief as she hears your answer.

"you're welcome~" puckering her lips ryujin tries to get a kiss from you but you block her with your cookie.

"not now my little baker, go change and maybe i'll consider it."

"yes ma'am!" rushing to the bathroom she closes the door enough to peak her head out. "now do you want to join me?"

"RYUJIN!!!!"

to go back and read another route click here

#cold choices: an icy itzy story #hannie.writes #ryujin x fem reader #itzy x fem reader #ryujin x reader #ryujin x fem!reader #ryujin fluff #ryujin #itzy fluff

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smittenbyvillains · 1 year

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Return of the Cottage

Valtor x Reader

WARNINGS: none

You were the wife of Valtor. Valtor had fallen for you before he wanted to take all the powers for himself. He kept you hidden in the forest. You never changed like anyone else. He decided after he was free to see you again. Once he had the Trixs working for him he knew it was time.

They were too busy fighting over him to be his girlfriend to realize Valtor was already married.

“Trix we are going on a pit stop. Do not start anything. Am I clear?” Valtor said to them. The Trix were curious. Icy looked at him with a look of confusion. Darcy was more interested in this while Stormy was confused by his tone. The tone of someone looking for something that wasn’t magic or a goal they knew of.

You were in the cottage baking away. You kept to yourself. You were well hidden but after years of being alone it felt hopeless. But then a knock on the door happened. Curiously and nervous you went and opened it.

There stood him. The one you been missing all that time. The one who stole you and you fell in love with. The one who was imprisoned. The one who was here now free.

You hugged him tightly and jumped into his arms then he spun you around with a smirk. “Hello, my dear queen.” he spoke and gave you a deep kiss. “I’m back and I’m here for good.”

“OH, Valtor I’m so glad you’re back. it was really lonely.” You replied. “i love you so much my king.”

“I love you too darling, now i want you to meet a few important players to getting what I want for us.”

“You know I don’t want powers Valtor.”

“We have been over this, you if will have to sit there and look your best and rule as you like darling.”

You looked at the Trix’s and raise an eyebrow seeing their jealously.

“You seriously picked girls who want to fight over you?” you scoffed at their child like faces.

“They try to be helpful, and you are the only one I want love. Now let’s make up for lost time. Trix’s go back to the castle and rest up for tomorrow.”

#valtor x reader #winx club #winx trix #icy winx #darcy winx #stormy winx #fluff #villains #husbandandwife

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the-rarest-sexiest-coinkydink · 1 year

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If you need an excuse to write for G-Way I can ALWAYS use some kind of snuggly G-Way fic.

Like ...maybe Christmas shopping? Something fun and seasonal...baking cookies??? Snow...something? (I dunno...it's 50° F right now so like ...snow is pretty far off from the south in my neck of the USA)

Anywho...do whatcha want friend, and feel better! :)

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A Hazy Shade of Winter (Gerard Way x reader)

Summary: (y/n)’s never really been the type of person to do Christmassy things before - they don’t hate it, their family was just never that bothered! But Gerard loves all things Christmas, and he decides to show them just how much fun this time of year can be.

Words: 2696

Warnings: none it’s just adorable

AN: it was snowing while I was writing this!!! I haven’t seen proper snow in years!!!

“I can still feel you staring at me. Aren’t you bored yet?”

“I just can’t believe you’ve never made a gingerbread house before!”

(y/n) rolled their eyes with a laugh, glancing back over their shoulder. Gerard was still sitting at the little dining table, so distracted by that monumental bombshell that he’d stopped swinging back and forth on the chair. Had anyone else seen him, they would probably have assumed that he’d just been told the world was going to end. He looked genuinely devastated, baffled at the idea that something he’d loved so much as a kid hadn’t been a part of his partner’s life too.

Drying the last mug, they tossed the tea towel aside and moved to sit opposite him. “Look, it’s not that big of a deal. My family just wasn’t ever that bothered about Christmas, that’s all.”

“But it’s so much fun!” He couldn’t help but frown - so many of his fondest memories had come from enjoying the Christmas season with his family. Sure, there were some parts he hadn’t enjoyed; church services were always far too long and dull for his liking. But there were so many things that would never fail to make him smile. Begging to be the one to carry the Christmas tree home, even though there was no way in hell he was capable of carrying it all that way and hated asking for help. Hiding all his vegetables in very elaborate ways so he’d have tons of room for all the wonderful sweet things on offer. Saving tiny scraps of funky wrapping paper to fill in the gaps of the collage of random crap that covered the walls of his basement room.

The one memory that stood out among all of those was the gingerbread house. Every year, his family had turned the kitchen into an absolute bombsite, trying to outdo themselves and what they’d designed in years past. They actually had a photo album somewhere, thick with pictures of every possible angle of each year’s creation. Every detail had to be perfect: the boiled sweet windows, the piped design for the roof, the little people posed to go about their daily activities. It had started out as a replica of their family, but had soon descended into utter madness. One year, there had been gingerbread aliens and a questionable rendition of Batman and Robin, soon joined by some even worse looking gingerbread zombies. Usually these little additions were Gerard or Mikey’s idea - and their mom was rarely impressed by the way they spoiled her nice tidy handiwork - but it really did make the whole thing something special. Entirely unique to their family.

“And every time you’ve spoken about it, it’s sounded like a great time! And the photos your mom has are incredible.” They smiled, seeing his face brighten up a little. “It’s just... never how my family did things, that’s all. Usually at least one of my parents was working on the day so we never did much through the rest of December. Christmas always felt... I don’t know, a bit anticlimactic? I don’t think the seasonal depression helped either.”

They’d only been together for four months, and there was still so much they had to learn about each other. Clearly, they’d had very different experiences growing up - neither had been bad, just different. And the wonderful thing about that was that it meant they could teach each other all the little things that they had done as kids! There were so many traditions that they could share and combine now, creating new ones that were entirely their own.

Gerard got to his feet, taking (y/n) by the hand and pulling them to stand by the counter. “Let’s make a gingerbread house together.”

“But I don’t know how.”

“That doesn’t matter. I can teach you, and if things go wrong then we’ll just make it up as we go along anyway. That’s half the fun.”

He looked so hopeful, eyes sparkling with childish glee, and there was simply no way they could say no to him. “Okay. But you can’t blame me if we end up setting your kitchen on fire.”

“Hey, joint effort, joint blame. Now, I’m pretty sure I’ve got everything we need in here somewhere...”

It took just about fifteen minutes for him to search through the cupboards, but in the end he’d managed to find everything the two of them would need to make the gingerbread. While he’d been looking, (y/n) had dug through his cupboards for a mixing bowl and baking sheets, excited by the thought of baking together again. They’d tried to make cupcakes a couple of weeks prior, but they had come out slightly burnt because they’d been distracted scraping the remaining batter out of the bowl. It had been tons of fun, and they just knew that this would be the same.

Gerard took the lead, directing his partner to weigh out the right amount of each ingredient while he melted the butter, sugar and syrup together. They were following instructions from a slightly stained handwritten recipe, a sheet written up by his mother that was a little sticky in places - clearly, it was one that got brought out and used on a regular basis.

When it came to kneading the dough, they ended up having to split the mixture in half so they could both get involved; then it became a competition, both trying to create the most phallic shapes they could. That’s what happens when you let two people with the emotional maturity of twelve year olds into a kitchen - food fights and inappropriate jokes.

They let the dough rest for a little while, killing time by leaving floury handprints on each other’s butts and working their way through a bag of chocolate chips that had been hiding in the back of one of the cupboards. When it came to rolling the dough out, they were a little more well behaved - at first. After creating enough rectangular sheets for the walls and roof, along with two little people to represent themselves and some extra details to add, like window frames and doors, all of the leftover dough was used for normal gingerbread cookies. Well, if you can call gingerbread dicks and disproportionate hands flipping the middle finger ‘normal’. After a moment of thinking they added Gerard’s bandmates to the mix too, throwing in some cookies shaped like Frank’s dogs for good measure.

While the dough was in the fridge, they cleaned up all the mess they’d made so far - before creating even more when (y/n) knocked over the bag of sugar. Well, it wasn’t entirely their fault. The only reason their elbow had ended up hitting it in the first place was because Gerard had taken them by surprise, pinning them against the counter and kissing them so hard it felt like they would never breathe properly again.

The beep of the timer stopped their little make out session from going any further and they worked to fit all the trays of gingerbread in the oven at once, both a little red and flustered. As they brought the last tray over, (y/n) stopped dead, staring out the window in wonder.

“When did it snow?”

There was probably a foot of snow on the ground; it seemed like it had appeared out of nowhere! Like it had just flopped out of the sky in one big sheet and landed with a soft thump in a pillowy layer or pure white. Neither of them had noticed it start to fall (probably because they’d been so busy with their tongues down each other’s throats) and the dim afternoon seemed so much brighter now that it had something to reflect off.

The gingerbread only needed ten minutes in the oven, and when it was finished Gerard cleared some space on the counter and set the trays out to cool. Both of them grinned as the smell of sweet gingerbread filled the kitchen, before hissing in pain - at exactly the same time, they had reached for one of the spare cookies and burnt their fingertips. That made the pair of them crack up laughing at their own idiocy, lamenting the fact that they would have to wait for everything to cool down before they could try their creation. So they finished the last of the cleaning instead, bouncing ideas for decorations back and forth.

“What about a little woolly sweater on the dog?”

“We should put ‘elf’ on Frank’s jumper because he’s so tiny.”

“Hey, let’s ice a string of lights around all the windows!”

“I’ll call my mom and ask her how to make the snow out of marshmallow, she always does that and it’s insanely cool.”

By now the real snow outside was falling thick and fast again, blanketing the ground outside with at least two feet of soft white flakes. Gerard couldn’t help but smile at the look of sheer awe on his partner’s face as they stared out of the window, fingers resting lightly against the glass.

“It’s pretty, huh? Not quite as pretty as you, though.”

They didn’t really register the second thing he said, lost in the glorious swirling eddies outside. “I... I’ve never seen snow like this before.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Where I’m from, all we ever got was a crappy layer of slush, or black ice deadly enough to break your neck. I don’t think we ever had more than an inch of actual snow at any one time.”

Resting a hand on the small of their back, he nuzzled against the side of their head. “Wanna go out and play for a little while?”

“I thought we were gonna start decorating?”

“Oh, we can’t do that for a good few hours, at least. The gingerbread needs a while to cool. And, if we’re using my mom’s tricks - which we definitely are, by the way, she is the undisputed queen of gingerbread - then we should leave it overnight. She always says its better when it’s had time to rest properly.”

“Ah.” (y/n) was quiet for a moment, and he started to think that maybe something he’d done had touched a nerve. Maybe he’d upset them somehow. Maybe something he’d said at some point had made their thoughts wander somewhere a little unpleasant. But then they turned to look at him, a quiet sort of hope flickering in their eyes. “Can we... can we make snow angels?”

“Hey, of course we can! They might not be there by the morning though, with the way that snow’s falling it wouldn’t surprise me if we woke up to a couple more feet.”

“That’s fine. I’ve just never done it before.”

“Oh, so we are absolutely doing it today then. Come on.”

Within five minutes, the pair of them had their shoes on and were zipping up each other’s coats, sifting through the drawers of random crap in the hall cupboard to find enough hats, scarves and gloves to keep them both nice and cosy. The second they were all bundled up, Gerard took (y/n) by the hand and practically dragged them into his backyard. The snow came up to their knees, soaking through their jeans - the cold was uncomfortable, but it soon became easy to ignore. The very first thing the two of them did was lay backwards, (y/n) squeaking as snow slipped into the hood of their coat. Once they were laid flat, Gerard explained just how snow angels worked, giggling a little as his coat swished against the snowy ground with every movement. They got the hang of it soon enough, feeling a bit uncoordinated at first but very much enjoying it anyway.

When he was satisfied with the mark he’d left, Gerard struggled back to his feet and hauled his lover upwards, kissing them deeply. “Hey, look what we did!”

They glanced down, smiling at the sight before them. The two snow angels were slightly wonky - like the people who’d created them - and close enough to be almost holding hands. They were ever so slightly marred by footprints, but beautiful nonetheless.

(y/n) beamed, cheeks feeling red raw from the cold wind. “Aw, they’re so cute! They look just like the ones you see in cartoons.”

“I know, right? Now, you feeling up to a little snow friend as well? Or are you getting too cold?”

“Snow friend, definitely.”

By the time they had managed to roll two decent sized balls - one for a body and one for a head - their noses were bright red and neither of them could really feel their fingers any more. But they just weren’t ready to go back inside yet; they were having far too much fun! Who cares about a little frostbite when you’re having the time of your life with the person you love?

Finding things to decorate their snow friend with was a little more challenging - by now, the snow was thick enough that they weren’t going to find anything on the ground to use. So they had to get creative. The standard carrot for the nose was pretty easy to find in the kitchen - and along with it came two frozen brussels sprouts for the eyes. Deciding that it was doing very little against the cold anyway, (y/n) donated their scarf to their new little buddy. Gerard liked that idea and gave up his hat, a dusting of snow settling across his hair as he tried to fit it onto the head. The two of them were a bit stuck for ideas on what to use for the arms, eventually deciding on a pair of spare drumsticks that they found in his office - why Gerard had drumsticks, neither of them really knew. They'd just sort of appeared there.

Standing in front of their slightly lopsided creation, Gerard wrapped his arms around his lover's waist and grinned. "Well they're a little crooked, but very sweet. Any ideas on a name?"

They thought for a moment, shivering now they had stopped moving around so much. "They kinda look like a Norman to me."

"Norman, huh? Yeah, I think that fits." The twilight above them was quickly darkening, and both of them were definitely feeling the cold. "Wanna head in now?"

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. I haven't been able to feel my toes for the last twenty minutes."

When they got back inside, the smell of gingerbread seemed even stronger than it had done earlier, and the two of them felt instantly warmer - even though their fingertips were a slightly questionable shade of purple. They left their damp gloves and coats hanging up to dry by the door, giggling all the way up the stairs as they peeled off their icy wet clothes and searched through Gerard's drawers to find something for (y/n) to wear. It was getting to the point in their relationship now where they were staying over at his house with some regularity, and he was considering asking if they'd like to have a drawer to keep some stuff in. They already had a toothbrush in his bathroom. That was just the next natural step.

Once they were both in warmer, drier clothes, they went back down to the kitchen, still cold to the bone but slowly warming up. Gerard made hot chocolate for each of them, piling each mug with such a large amount of whipped cream and marshmallows that it was practically impossible to drink without making a complete mess of things.

As they snuggled up on the couch, huddling under the blankets and letting the mugs warm their hands, Gerard pressed a kiss to the side of (y/n)'s head. "So, did I successfully get you to enjoy some Christmassy things today?"

"Yeah, you did." They smiled softly, nuzzling against him. "I can enjoy anything when I'm with you."

"You might not say that tomorrow when I start icing those gingerbread men to look like storm troopers instead of us."

"I bet I can ice better looking ones than you can."

"Oh, you've just started a gingerbread war."

"Yeah, and I'll win."

"I'd like to see you try."

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theitalianscribe · 1 month

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I can't wait to see more of Owen Nicholson and to write him into fic's because the dissonance between my interpretation of him and how he is written in cannon just shows how I am probably watching Welcome to Dreamworld for the wrong reasons.

Cannon Owen:

"A man is some day going to outlive his father, but it shouldn't be this soon. And not like this."

Serious character. Has kind of film noir vibes.

Is in a tragic situation even now and is understandably solem about it.

Currently being gaslit while in spider robot purgatory

Owen when I write him

A bit of a goofball but very supportive.

Is super supportive of Wiatt.

He made a hat with a pun on it to congratulate Wiatt on figuring himself out and picking a name.

Is either a streamer, a blogger, or journalist.

He is so proud of his son (and maybe his son's sister Sara depending on the au.)

Is aware of the spooky shit going on but pretends to be oblivious and is trying (but unknowingly failing) to keep his kid(s) out of it.

If he is a journalist/news reporter, has the tagline of "This has been News with Nicholson, where you always get more than my two cents!"

Come to think of it, I may be basing him heavily on Patton Sanders. That probably means that he also is masking depression which would make sense now that I think about it.

#welcome to dreamworld #wtdw #Owen Nicholson #seriously why did I look at this murder show and think “awww yes. found family and fluff and gay robots.”#i am going to write owen so out of character you guys dont even know #same with winnie come to think of it #i want him to adopt Wiatt or treat wiatt like hos grandson #and he at some point tells wiatt that souls live in bodies but the soul forms itself and sometimes there #and sometimes there is dissonance between the souls and the bodies they floated into when the person was born #so wiatt is and always has been wiatt #so yes wiatt you are a boy. even science magic says so #and dont let anyone convince you otherwise or force yourself to pretend or conform #icy rambles

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workplace crush

pairing: wonwoo x gn!reader genre: fluff, workplace!au warning(s): brief mentions of food word count: 1k

summary: jeon wonwoo, also known as the company’s “IT Department Crush”, doesn’t seem to faze you in the slightest, much to your best friend’s dismay.

“Oh my god! There he is again, look!” Sooyoung, your childhood best friend and current colleague at work, exclaims suddenly, tapping your arm with a newfound fervor.

“Who?” you deadpan, poking at your lunch with your fork.

“It’s Jeon Wonwoo! Sejeong really wasn’t kidding when she said he was the IT Department’s eye-candy,”

The name raises an eyebrow, but you’re quick to shake it off and regain control of your poker face.

“Jeon Wonwoo, huh? He looks okay,” you reply without turning to look at the subject of the conversation.

“Just okay? Come on, y/n! Just because you have a boyfriend doesn’t mean you can’t admit that Mr. White Button-down over there is hot as shit,” Sooyoung scoffs in amusement as she urges you to sneak a glance at the man of the hour. Deciding to appease your friend, you turn around to do just that and find the acclaimed Jeon Wonwoo sitting at a nearby table with a few other people, presumably his colleagues. He’s dressed in a white button-down with rolled up sleeves and a pair of navy-blue jeans, and to top it all off, he’s sporting a pair of horn-rimmed glasses you’ve never seen anyone pull off better than him.

“My boyfriend’s hotter,” you shrug, going back to eating your food. Sooyoung purses her lips in thought at the response.

“Is he? Come to think of it, I’ve never seen him,” she muses.

“You haven’t? No way,” you respond immediately, quick to wave off Sooyoung’s observation.

“What do you mean, ‘no way’? You haven’t introduced your boyfriend to any of us! I’ve been dying to see who exactly met your sky-high standards,” Sooyoung whines, much to your amusement.

“You’d be surprised,” you chuckle and look up to see that Sooyoung’s attention has been diverted to something (or someone) behind you.

“Pause. Don’t look, but Mr. IT Department Crush is coming our way right now,” Sooyoung’s voice drops an octave as she whispers through gritted teeth, eyes widened in warning. You suppress an amused smile at her behaviour and watch as a certain Jeon Wonwoo takes a seat beside you. All the while, Sooyoung looks on the situation with a wide-open mouth as you try your hardest to hold in your laughter.

“Hey, y/n,” Wonwoo greets you as he settles down, then turns to nod at Sooyoung, who nods back in equal parts confusion and awe, “Jeonghan was wondering whether you wanted to join us for karaoke night later?”

“Sorry, Wonwoo, but I have plans with Sooyoung tonight. Maybe next time?” you frown apologetically at having to reject Wonwoo’s proposal, but he simply nods in response, flashing you the smallest of smiles in return.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you later?” he hums in response before nodding once again at Sooyoung in greeting and leaving, presumably to return to his colleagues at the IT Department.

Silence ensues as you and Sooyoung blink at each other for a solid minute or so, before Sooyoung lets out a huge breath and breaks the silence.

“Did you just… have a whole conversation with the IT Department Crush? You never told me you knew him!” Sooyoung whisper-shouts, slapping your arm lightly for dramatic effect. You rub your arm and feign an injury, to which Sooyoung simply pouts at you in response.

“You never asked!” you reason.

“No wonder you didn’t bat an eye when I talked about him!” Sooyoung huffs, crossing her arms as she squints at you. You shrug, bursting into laughter at Sooyoung’s behaviour.

“Whatever. My girlfriend’s hotter, anyway.”

“y/n…” Sooyoung suddenly drawls halfway through your meal with her, and you hum in amusement.

“Earlier, what did IT Department Crush mean by ‘see you later’? You’ve been with me the whole time since lunch break and we’re off work now,” Sooyoung furrows her eyebrows in thought, and you tilt your head in confusion, trying to recall the interaction.

“He did? Must have been a slip of the tongue,” you shrug nonchalantly, and Sooyoung leans forward, putting on a look that you know she always puts on whenever she’s about to analyse something (or someone).

“The two of you seem close,” she muses, clearly suspicious, much to your amusement.

“You could say that,” you hum, pursing your lips together. Sooyoung purses her lips together in thought before shrugging in response.

“Eh. Anyway, did you see the boss’s new outfit today? I’m dying to know where she got it from,” your best friend is quick to change the topic, and the subject of a certain eye-candy of the IT Department is quickly forgotten for the rest of the dinner with Sooyoung.

“How are you going home tonight? We could give you a ride, my girlfriend’s coming soon.” Sooyoung asks after the both of you had stepped out of the restaurant, greeted by the glittering moonlight shining down on the streets bustling with nightlife.

“Oh, it’s okay, my boyfriend’s coming over,” you politely reject Sooyoung’s offer just as a white sedan pulls up in front of you. Sooyoung sighs.

“There goes my chance of meeting your mystery of a boyfriend,” Sooyoung fake-whines, “I’ll see you next week, okay? Let us see him soon!”

“Yeah, yeah, I will!” you chuckle, waving Sooyoung and her girlfriend goodbye as they drive off, leaving you alone on the street.

Shortly after, you hear the familiar roar of an engine, and your boyfriend pulls up in his navy blue coupe, rolling down the passenger window to send you a greeting smile.

“Hey, darling,” you greet as you enter his car, settling down before looking at him in entirety. He’s still wearing the same white button-down from earlier, but his hair looks a bit tousled as compared to how neat it was just this morning. You reach forward and ruffle his locks just because.

“How was today?” Wonwoo grins at the touch, giving you a small peck on the cheek before driving again.

“Well, I heard from Sooyoung that you’ve garnered quite the reputation in the company,” you decide to tease him.

“I have?” Wonwoo replies, confused.

“They call you the IT Department Crush,” you explain, watching him closely for a reaction.

“I guess that’s pretty accurate, considering you had a crush on me,” Wonwoo chuckles, reaching a hand out to rest on your thigh affectionately.

“You had a crush on me first! Must I remind you how Soony-”

“Okay, baby, you win,” Wonwoo concedes, “I had a crush on you first.”

“It’s okay, darling,” you giggle, “We had a crush on each other.”

Wonwoo groans. “You’re lame.”

an: 230926 jeon wonwoo you will be the death of me (also this was pretty bad i’m sorry lol)

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levmada · 7 months

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how would levi deal with / react to a brain freeze

i think he would look like this

#kskgkwjgkwjfkhkskg #this is unrealistic but say he just gets this intense icy headache the first time he has ice cream #season 4 era obviously #he would either 1 think he’s been poisoned #2 think he’s dying #but #they’re interchangeable really #he gets SCARED for like 5 seconds #hange intentionally didn’t tell him it would happen for comedic purposes #jdfjwjfkjsdjgjw #after the first time though you wouldn’t be able to tell #but that’s rhetorical because levi IS NEVER allowing a repeat incident #levi.thoughts #kfkgkwkgkw #levi ackerman #levi ackerman hc #levi headcanons #levi ackerman fluff

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icy-dark-star · 2 years

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Kirbtober Day 19: Spin-Off

#kirbtober #king dedede #kirby #taranza #icy draws #tried making Dedede's fluff fluffier

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"Say it. Say you are warm and kind." (in which Kamisato Ayaka takes the first step to learning to love herself, thanks to a certain traveler.)

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Tribe leader/Viking Sukuna headcanons

After seeing this fanart, a sweet anon sent me this prompt: "Imagine that you are a simple girl in another tribe who attracted the leader Sukuna who at that moment came to negotiate with the leader of your tribe, he became interested in you and decided to make you his wife and cooperate with your people. So you left with him and began to live with him and give birth to his heirs."

Thank you so much for sending me this! When I saw the art, I was thinking of something along those lines, too! The picture reminded me of the tv show Vikings, so the following headcanons take place in that time.

Pairing: Viking!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Smut + fluff Word Count: 2.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, arranged/forced marriage, virginity loss, blood, breeding, pregnancy, slight lactation kink, having children, miscarriage (Sukuna comforts reader afterwards. He doesn't just want her because of the heirs she can give him), general mentions of violence and human sacrifices. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared for his ruthlessness in battle and his strength that seems almost god-like. All the other tribes try to stay on his good side and forge alliances with him instead of giving him a reason to burn down their towns.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who looks so intimidating when he comes to visit your settlement. Tall and broad-shouldered with all those buff muscles on display and the bones of his enemies decorating his clothes.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you can't take your eyes off when you and the rest of your tribe gather in your leader's throne room and watch the negotiations. He sends shivers down your spine, but not just in a fear-inducing way, if you are honest. He is so enticing. Powerful and intelligent, and so attractive.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a beautiful man. His face is too pretty for a warrior. Not even his scars and tribal tattoos can hide his beauty. A smug smirk lifts the corners of his lips, and his voice is calm and confident. He moves gracefully like a big cat, beautiful but deadly. He is the most stunning man you have ever seen, and you hang on every word that falls from his lips as if he carries ancient magic in his voice.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose icy blue eyes scan the crowd slowly, glittering like two precious jewels in the firelight illuminating the crowded room. Your breath catches in your throat when that intense gaze lands on you. You feel like a small animal trapped in the gaze of its hunter. Should you lower your head to show him your respect? Or will he take affront if you dare to look at anything else but him?

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes the decision away from you when he smirks at you and laughs softly before he turns his attention back to your leader.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who announces his conditions for a peace treaty in a confident, demanding tone. The voice of a man who is used to getting what he wants. A man who knows he is too powerful to get turned down.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who suddenly points a long tattoed finger at you and speaks the words that will flip your whole world upside down, "And I want her."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your heart drop with his demand, but all you can do is stare at him in a mix of fear and excitement. A murmur runs through the crowd, and already, several hands are pressing against your back, shoving you towards Sukuna, making you stumble and screech as you are about to fall at his feet.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who catches you before you hit the ground, his muscular arms holding you easily, an amused smirk lighting up his handsome face, light blue eyes glittering in amusement as he drawls teasingly, "Aww, someone's eager to become my little wife, huh?"

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you sit on his lap that evening when a big feast is held in his honor and to seal the peace treaty with your tribe. You barely dare breathe, full of fear as you sit on his strong, muscled thighs, gasping when one of his large hands wanders under your skirt to squeeze your thigh possessively.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has two of his men stand guard in front of your door so no one will attack his future wife or maybe to prevent you from sneaking away. But you aren't even sure you want to run from him. Who are you here in your current tribe anyway? Just another orphan who grew up to help on one of the farms. Isn't this new role much more important? To be the bride of Ryomen Sukuna? To be a means that allows your tribe to prosper and ensures peace and trade with Sukuna?

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large hand has a firm, unrelenting grip on your arm as he leads you to his horse the next morning. But he lets you say goodbye to all your loved ones, taking their blessings and well wishes with you before your future husband helps you onto his horse.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is such a rough man, but whose hands are surprisingly gentle when he lifts you onto the back of his giant horse. He sits behind you, his firm muscles pressing against your back, rippling with every move he makes. His muscular buff arms cage you in, keeping you captive or keeping you safe. You can't tell which one of the two it is.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes a conflict rage in your chest. On the one hand, you are scared of this dangerous big man who has the power to just demand to have you as if you are some cattle. On the other hand, you can't deny that small hidden part of you that feels excited that such a powerful and attractive man desires you enough to want to make you his wife.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes your pulse flutter nervously when you feel his strong arms around you and hear him order his men around with his low, velvety voice, telling them to find a good resting place for the night.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses you roughly on that first night. His large hands that cup your face are calloused, but his lips are warm, and his tongue is soft and so skilled when he pries your mouth open and licks into it. It's nothing like the shy, clumsy kisses you shared with the boys in your settlement. Sukuna is a feared warrior, a powerful tribe leader, someone who people believe is actually the son of a god. And you can feel all that in his kiss. Deep and intense, making your head spin and your body brim with a desire you have never felt before.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rides with you again the next day and trails teasing kisses down your neck to pass the time during the long ride. You are sure he is fully aware of what he is doing to you. How he makes your heart race and makes a mix of fear and arousal throb in your veins. Especially when he grabs your chin to tilt your face up and capture your lips in a heated, wet kiss, licking unashamedly into your mouth in front of his men, showing everyone that you are his.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who whispers in your ear, "Are you scared of me, my little wife?" and then breaks out in loud, barking laughter when you exhale shakily and tell him, "Only a fool wouldn't be scared of you... but maybe I am also flattered that you picked me, my lord."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who still chuckles while his tongue licks a lazy stripe up the side of your neck, and he huskily tells you, "I am not a lord. I am a god. And I saw a goddess right there in that shabby throne room. I had to take you with me. It was a sign from the gods. You will give me such strong and beautiful children. Together, we can conquer the whole world."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who forces himself to keep his hands off you before your wedding night as a show of respect to the gods, but who lets you feel his desire for you when he hugs you from behind and presses his hardness against you once you have moved into his house.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who has you dressed in the finest garments for your wedding day. A beautiful red dress lined with gorgeous white ermine fur that was specifically made for you. Your neck, wrists, and ears are decorated with glittering gold and precious gemstones.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who makes you squeal when he swoops you up into his muscular arms and carries you into the ceremony hall, accompanied by the loud cheers of his people. Your hand is shaking when you exchange wedding rings with him, but you stay brave, speaking your vows and taking Sukuna's heavy sword when he offers it to you as his promise to protect you.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who sacrifices several of his enemies to the gods to ask for their blessings for your marriage and your fertility. He looks scary with the pattern painted onto his face with fresh blood. But at the same time, it makes him look feral in a way that makes an unknown heat throb between your legs.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shares his food and mead with you on the decadent feast held after the wedding ceremony, where you sit on the throne next to his. One of his strong arms stays wrapped around your waist the whole evening, and the deep glances he sends your way make your skin tingle with anticipation.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who takes your virginity that night, making you cry out in pain when his thick cock splits you open for the first time. But his lips silence your cry, and soon you make other noises. Loud moans of pleasure fall from your lips as your new husband moves inside you with deep and sure thrusts that hit a spot inside you that makes you scratch the broad muscles of his back and arch up against Sukuna's huge body. Your cunt throbs around his cock as you find the sweetest and most intense release you ever had.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who afterward pushes two of his long fingers into your used cunt to push his seed back into you, leaning down to kiss you savagely and murmuring in your ear that he wants to see your belly hard and swollen with his heirs.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who paints his clan symbols on your face with a mix of your virginal blood and his cum, telling you that you are his forever and that you are blessed by the gods now too after taking his seed into you.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is so proud when you show the first signs of pregnancy.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who becomes extremely protective and possessive now that you carry his heir. Who worships your body every night, cupping and kissing your swollen breasts, licking at the drops of milk that already spill from them, telling you it tastes like the nectar of the gods.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose large rough hands caress your swollen belly gently, who kisses it, and talks to your unborn child, telling his son, as he predicts, that he will be born under the blessing of the gods. That he will become a great leader and a god himself one day.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is triumphant when your first child is a boy with pink hair and a strong build and loud voice. A future leader just like his father. The first heir of many more to follow.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is feared by everyone but treats his wife and newborn child with a gentleness that surprises you. He asks you to let him hold your baby and carry him in his strong arms. And the way Sukuna looks at your child tells you that he doesn't just see little Yuuji as an heir but as someone who has Sukuna's heart.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose hungry and proud gaze follows you for days until he has you under him again, fucking you with hard, deep thrusts, moaning loudly, and pumping you full of his seed over and over again. "You gave me such a strong heir, my love. I know you'll give me so many more."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who rushes to your side when you have a miscarriage during your second pregnancy. Who hugs you to his broad chest, wipes the sweat and blood off you, and cradles you in his arms.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who kisses your tears away and reassures you when you are scared he will kick you out if you won't give him more heirs.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who shakes his head and tells you, "I mourn our unborn child, but I thank the gods for not taking my beloved wife away from me too. You are more to me than just a vessel that gives birth to my heirs. You are my wife, my companion, the one who the gods sent to me as my soulmate. I love you. Even if we have no more children, I will never take a new wife."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who you see in a new light after the reassurance and love he gave you on that day. And suddenly, you find yourself falling in love with your husband, too. You treat him more tenderly. You caress his soft hair when the two of you cuddle in your bed to keep each other warm. You kiss the tattoos on his face and smile at him, your heart fluttering when Sukuna smiles back at you and pulls you into a slow, tender kiss. You will never forget the happiness in his eyes when you tell him you love him too.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who fucks you thoroughly that night until the two of you are sweating and rolling around on top of the warm furs, kissing and caressing each other needily while he fills you with his hot seed until you are overflowing from it.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is delighted when you give birth to your second child, and that child looks like the perfect mix of the two of you. He grins at you and tells you that this is clearly a child of love, conceived on the night you confessed your love to him.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who is actually a caring husband who truly treasures you. Who likes to spend his nights with you wrapped under the warm furs, making slow love while he kisses you deeply, rolling his hips with those slow, languid moves that make you sob his name and come undone so sweetly on his cock.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who likes to hold you in his strong arms afterward, with your head resting on his broad chest and your small fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest and abs. He loves to talk to you for hours every night, telling you all about his day, about his current worries and plans, about political things and battle tactics, trusting you with all his secrets.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, whose love fills you with warmth even on the coldest winter days. Your heart is held securely in his strong hands. And you know that no one will dare lay a hand on you or your children in fear of Sukuna's wrath. His strength and power make you feel safe here in your new home.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who teaches you how to enjoy sex to the fullest. Who teaches you how to ride his cock and his face. Who teaches you how to take from him too. Because he is your husband, and that means he belongs to you just as much as you belong to him.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who trusts you with ruling in his place during his absence. Who declares that anyone who disrespects you will get sacrificed to the gods.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who keeps you on his thick, strong cock all night before he has to leave for one of his various exploration trips or battles, savoring you to the fullest. Making sure to fuck you so good that you will still feel him for days after he set sail.

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who pulls you into his arms one last time before he boards the ship, kissing you deep and long. And there is this burning love in his blue gaze when he tells you, "I will do anything in my power to come back to you, my love. I have the gods on my side. But if, for whatever reason, they should decide it is my time to enter Valhalla, then I want you to know that I will wait there until you join the afterlife, too, and I will come find you, no matter where you are."

+ Tribe leader Sukuna, who luckily doesn't go to Valhalla and always comes back to you with more scars on his gorgeous body but with the same love in his eyes.

AAAHHH I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM!!! This became much longer than I intended, but I really miss the show Vikings, and I love Viking!Sukuna to an insane amount, so it is what it is ;) This was, once again, very self-indulgent, but hopefully, some of my fellow Sukuna lovers will enjoy it too! Thank you so much to the nice anon who sent me that prompt!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

#sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #sukuna fluff #jjk x reader #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk smut #jjk fluff #sukuna x you #tw pregnancy #tw miscarriage

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writers-ex · 1 year

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(not so) secret santa

yeji x fem!reader

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coming home you throw your bag to the side and plop onto your bed. letting out a frustrated sigh you look at the time and then toward your desk eyeing the nicely wrapped package with yeji’s name written in calligraphy.

the class had assigned everyone their secret santa partners and were tasked to give their gifts before the start of the break. too shy to approach your assigned person, you lay in bed replaying all the failed attempts at asking you tried throughout the day. a ping from your phone interrupts your solemn mood, reading the text your smile grows.

‘the (not so secret) santa yeji: hey~ i’m bored, cold, and bought a new box of hot cocoa :) can i sleep over tonight?’

‘sure thing!!! see u soon :>’

realizing your new opportunity to redeem yourself you spring out of bed and rush to clean up a bit. just as you finish a knock on the door makes your ears perk up. running over you open the door with a shy smile to greet her. “come in yeji!!” the cat eyed beauty nods shivering from the cold, taking off her sweater she lets out a content sigh holding her bag tightly.

“ahhhh it’s so warm in here! thanks for having me come so last minute. i heard you weren’t going to the party so i figured you could use some company…” guiding her to the living room you let out a nervous laugh.

“thanks it was getting boring but now that my favorite person is here, the real party can begin.” taking a seat on the couch near her you watch her hug the bag rather possessively.

“so…since it’s winter break why don’t we have a christmas movie marathon until our eyeballs bleed?”

“YES!!!! let’s do it!! i’ll get the snacks ready, why don’t you take a shower first so it’ll be more relaxing?”

nodding yeji takes the mystery bag and heads toward your room to use the bathroom.

as you head to the kitchen to prepare the treats you realize that her gift is still lying around.

“oh um yeji!!! don’t use my bathroom it’s not…it’s not clean yet!”

heart rate increasing you rush to your room hoping she hasn’t entered only to see the door to your room open. taking a peek inside you watch yeji eye the box with curiosity and realize the jig was up. going inside to face the music her head turns toward you walking in rubbing your arm.

“i-i can explain!!! i-it was our t-teacher she assigned me to- but you’re so popular and pretty i didn’t know how to approach you and failed every opportunity to ask you. b-but you don’t have to accept it i-i can return it or-“

your rambling is cut off by her laughter, holding a hand out to stop you yeji’s body visibly relaxes as well as the grip on her bag. waiting for her to calm you watch as she pulls out of her bag a wrapped box with your name on it.

“i was your secret santa too! what are the odds? i thought you were going to the party since you were avoiding me so i was thinking of a way to give you your gift when i overheard in the group chat that you weren’t going and well… here i am giving you that perfume set you’ve been raving about.” with wide eyes you rip open the packaging and cover your mouth seeing the small sample set with a cute card inside.

“yeji….that’s so sweet of you…and to think all i got you was a beanie i crocheted last year-“

“what?!” opening your box yeji mirrors your surprised look as she sees the cute little cat eared hat nicely wrapped with a small letter confessing your feelings to her but she didn’t have to know that yet. “oh my-” putting on the cat ears yeji takes a selfie to see herself and grins brightly at her new look.

“i love it!!!! oh you’re the best peanut!!!” leaning in she kisses you on the cheek giggling. stunned by her actions your face reddens as yeji looks at you confused before turning red herself realizing what she did. “i-i-i-i’m so sorry i-“ mustering up some courage you cut her off by leaning in to kiss her cheek as well giggling.

“i also like you too if that wasn’t obvious. i don’t crochet cat beanies for just anyone you know?” tackling you into a hug yeji peppers your face with kisses laughing joyfully.

“oh i’m so happy right now. we’re definitely going to be talking more about this later but right now-“ burying her head in the crook of your neck she tickles you with her breath. “-i want to watch ‘the nightmare before christmas’ with you in my arms and a mug of that hot cocoa i bought.”

“of course jiji~ go shower for real now and i’ll get things ready.” pulling away she still holds you rubbing your sides softly.

“wanna join me~?”

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