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slvttyplum · 4 months

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★ brat tamer suguru?? hell fucking yeah | suguru

he doesn’t tolerate any bullshit, and you know this, so why not test it every chance you get, especially in public.

looking at clothes, you'll run your finger over them, pouting, and suguru immediately notices.

“what’s up? these look nice.” he is picking one off the shelf. a smirk immediately crosses your face.

you pick up ten shirts, pushing them out towards them; you didn’t even look at them, just testing your luck.

suguru looks at you with the dumbest fucking face, cause what the hell? he didn’t see you look at them or anything, and ten shirts within itself was just crazy.

“i want these.” you say smiling—the smile he loves so much but fucking despises because you use it to be a bitch.

he shakes his head, rubbing his forehead. he’s not doing this, not today.

“three, take it or leave it.” a bitchy smile appearing on his face, just keep it calm.

you pout, shaking your head; that’s not what you wanted to hear; the correct response is “of course, princess.” none of this shit.

“try again," you say, smiling and shaking the shirts in his face. a few customers looking at the both of you but walking away.

he looks at them, then back at you. yeah, he knows exactly what the fuck you’re trying to do.

knowing he can’t do what he wants to do to you i public.

that’s only one instance where you caught him on a leash and got fucked up later; he doesn’t play.

suguru is the only one who can control your mouth and what you do, a skill because you have a smart ass mouth.

everyday your ass is bruised up by the end of the day because you can’t shut up.

“learn how to keep your fucking mouth shut, yeah?"

he’s such a sweet man, not only to you but to everyone else, but when he’s pissed off, he gets vulgar.

“just… just shut the fuck up; you talk.. too much.” he says, pushing into you with his big dick, your walls expanding and pulsing.

you didn’t always like getting punished; words just slipped out. it was a normal occurrence to piss him off, but sometimes you REALLY didn’t want to.

like the one time you came home late from an event and he was seated in the living room watching tv.

you’re stumbling inside, slipping off, and throwing your heels towards the front door. you’re tipsy, not drunk, thank god.

when you see him sitting in the living room, you quickly try to run past, not trying to hear his mouth.

“drinking is a bad habit; i told you to take it easy," he says, still looking at the tv.

you roll your eyes, slowly walking again. “i’m tipsy, not drunk… fucking asshole.” you muttered the last part.

you couldn’t even walk away, and he’s right behind you with a hand around your throat.

“the fuck you just say?” the next thing you know, you’re bent over the couch, your back arched and your ass in the air getting spanked.

your ass was really sore the next day, but man, does it make for some great sex.

don’t get on his bad side, or do; it’s your ass, not mine.

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atompalace-official · 4 months

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dance of the sugar plum sylveon 🩰🎀❄️✨

#sylveon #sugar plum fairy #the nutcracker #ballet #pokemon #illustration #sugar plum princess #fairy type #ballerina #sugarplum #angel wings #cute #pastel #atompalace art #eeveelution #merry christmas #hope everyone’s set for a festive and relaxing time this year!!! 🩵🩵🩵

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laurenillustrated · 4 months

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Sugar Plum Fairy 🍬

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bambalina777 · 6 months

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morkofychsofych · 1 year

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#my favourite barbie movie ever #barbie #nutcracker #sugar plum fairy #clara #barbie fanart #merry christmas #happy holidays #barbie in the nutcracker

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riaki · 4 months

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a spritz of peppermint | megumi fushiguro x reader

pt.6 of christmas event! cw: petnames i think idk, not proofread, there’s probably other stuff i’m missing but wtv happy birthday the prettiest king pls come back the food is cold

today is a very special day.

megumi notices that you rise early— mostly because when he wakes up in the morning, rubbing his sleep-heavy eyes groggily with a groan, he notices you’re not there. he rolls over, and smacks his face into cold sheets, devoid of your heat.

it pisses him off. so he starts his special day out as a grouch.

when he eventually crawls out of bed and makes his way into the kitchen after pulling on some sweats, though— he stops just short of the threshold to that sweet smelling cozy haven you love to spend your time in. the scent of pine needles and fresh chocolate orange wafts across the space, warm and welcoming and awfully wintery. he’s impartial to the cold— but he likes seeing your nose get red, so he guesses that’s one point positive.

“megumi?” your soft voice drifts across the open space, and the frost around his grumpy heart melts just a little; a crack in the frozen surface of the lake.

he reluctantly emerges from the shadow of the hallway, past the bundle of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. the thought causes a memory to flash across his mind— your sweet smile and your prettier laugh; a distinct feeling of fuzzy warmth like a knitted sweater spreading across his cheeks when you pulled him close by the sleeve of his shirt and leaned in—

he shakes his head, trying to dash the stray thought. he’s supposed to be mad. it has no right to be there.

“why’d you get up so early?” he sighs heavily as he joins you at your side, scratching the back of his neck and running a hand through his unruly hair. you smiled sheepishly, turning to face him and you wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing lightly as a silent apology. he takes it with a grumble, snaking his arms around your waist and resting his face in your hair to bask in the scent of home before pulling away.

“it’s a secret.” you grinned, and he glares down at you, clicking his teeth in annoyance. you just laugh like the angel you are, leaving no room for guilt. you’re wearing one of his sweaters; you smell like him, and he supposes it makes up for the way you ditched him this morning.

“i expect compensation.” he grumbles, leaning against the counter as he watches you move about the kitchen, pale winter sunlight painting you like an ethereal dancer beneath the surface of misty lake water, crystal clear in your beauty. it’s mesmerizing.

you laughed, and his teeth dig into his bottom lip. “what, missed me? were you feeling lonely, gumi?” you smiled.

he just shoots you a piercing glare, the color of icicles in his eyes, but the warmth of your grin melts it away. you spend the next few moments in a comfortable silence, preparing a french toast topped with sweet berries and powdered sugar that looks so soft megumi could probably sink into it, until your lovely voice breaks the crisp morning silence.

“want black coffee?”

…

that’s weird. he never hesitates. and you know he takes his coffee black; of course you do. not because he wants to look cool, or look suave in another person’s eyes… well, except for you, of course. but not in the area of caffeine doses. and to be perfectly clear, all he needs is a dose of you to get him going.

he clears his throat. “can you make me hot chocolate?”

you pause, and he almost wants to bite his tongue off. why is he so embarrassed? but you just chuckle, like morning bird song across fresh dew on the grass.

“switching it up, huh? that’s cute.” you hum, and his face burns hot like embers in a brick fireplace. he coughs, throat scratchy like the pricks of a pinecone— but you make no note of it, simply going about your day.

he’s content to watch as you fish around in the rum-colored cabinets, pulling out a crinkly bag of cocoa powder. you put him on milk microwaving duty and he busies himself, lithe pale fingers unscrewing the carton of milk and pouring it into his favorite little painted dog mug. you were the one who’d made it; that silly little ceramics class you insisted on taking clearly didn’t help you too much in the way of smoothing down the bumps and blotches on the mug, but it holds your fingerprint, so he might as well memorize the shape of your hands when you’re not there.

megumi’s snapped back to reality when you grab a candy cane from the mini tree you decorated together sitting on the kitchen counter, smashing it up in the wrappings to mix the pepperminty dust with the cocoa powder. he eyes the pile of holiday drug warily as he brings the steaming mug over, placing it before you and leaning against the counter again to watch you work your mystery magic.

“that looks like brown cocai—”

“shh, megumi. keep your pretty mouth shut, please.”

he’s about to butt in again, lips parted before he presses them together irritatedly and resigns to sulk in silence.

you pour the hot chocolate mix into the milk, swishing it together as it forms a pretty spiral of cocoa; the color of dark chai and chocolate tart. he’s content to watch in silence, humming some christmas carol he’d overheard you listening to one gray afternoon— until he realizes you’re opening a bag of those sickeningly sweet and fluffy marshmallows he’d bought you on a whim. he only did it because his mentor told him they made the best gifts, but he’s beginning to realize it was the sweet tooth talking.

“hey— wait… are you going to put those in there, pretty?” he asks, putting a gentle hand on your wrist to stop you from vigorously emptying the bag into his poor victimized hot chocolate mug.

you glance up at him and flash a toothy grin, giving him one of those looks that makes his heart skip a beat. “trust me, gumi! you’re gonna love it.” you laughed, shrugging his hand off, and his lips curve downward. less because of the marshmallows that are toppling into his mug with a splash and more so because you freed yourself from his grasp.

obviously, you notice— your eyebrows knit together, a pinch of guilt weighing upon them like the snow on the streets outside. but it’s wiped away as quickly as it comes; before he knows it, you’re walking away with a bounce in your step, disappearing behind the counter before re-emerging with something behind your back.

“don’t look so sad, gumi. here,” you say, the cadence of your voice as soft and playful as he ever remembers it being when you pull a bunch of roses from behind your back. the bouquet is small and there’s dirt clinging to the stems— but his heart melts at the thought that you hand-picked them, prickly thorns and all, for him. “happy birthday,” you whispered, and his walls break.

“you’re not so different from them, you know.” you hummed, smiling as he takes them from you and gives you an inquisitive, quiet look. “you might be a little prickly on the outside, but you’re just as beautiful. you just have to look a little past the thorns.”

he feels his face flush; at this point, it’s probably as red as the stray candy cane shavings melting in his mug and the vibrant petals of the roses. he splutters and mumbles something annoyed under his breath, but he’s sure you can hear the undercurrent of fondness and affection weaves into each syllable like the beats of his heart, where you’re so close to. megumi thinks you might’ve just cut him open and made a home in his ribcage.

the bunch of handpicked roses for his special day sit on the marble counter dusted with cocoa powder and candy cane shavings, marshmallows bobbing at the surface of his hot chocolate like apples in a bucket as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you in to press his lips insistently to yours, slow and tender like the way he always loves you. his hands curl around your sides, as if to ground you there; freeze the time in this bubble of warmth, forgetting the chill outside to warm his hands on your skin. you’re so little in his arms; he wants to hold you and never let you go, to keep you under his tree and have you make hot chocolate for him instead of black coffee every morning he wakes up, because it’s fine if you’re not there in bed— as long as you’re waiting for him with open arms elsewhere.

and when he kisses you, he realizes he might not need his hot cocoa to warm his stomach— your lips are as soft and pillowy sweet as the marshmallows melting in his mug, filled with steaming hot cocoa and all the love he could ever wrap his heart in this cozy winter; his christmas gift to you.

he’s grateful today is a special day, if only because of you and his sweet little painted dog mug filled with your heartwarming love.

stop this was so close to being late my (riaki) stuff. don’t repost and/or plagiarize !

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digitalbusker · 1 year

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I just need more people to see this.

#all i want for christmas is you #this is just to say #plums #from mastodon #funny tweets #I mean not really tweets #but you get it

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fullcravings · 5 months

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Sugar Plum Fairy Cupcakes

#sugar plum fairy #sugar plum #plum #cupcakes #ginger #christmas #marshmallow #candy #recipe #peppermint #candy cane #kids #vanilla #cranberry #meringue #nutmeg #cinnamon #baranbakery

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enchanted-keys · 5 months

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Marianela Nunez as the Sugar Plum Fairy in The Nutcracker (Royal Ballet 2018)

#marianela nunez #royal ballet #ballet #balletedit #the nutcracker #sugar plum fairy #tchaikovsky #christmas #xmas #winter

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stingrayextraordinaire · 4 months

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Nutcracker Moodboards // Sugar Plum Fairy

Who would not admire? Who could not adore?

#sugar plum fairy #the nutcracker #ballet #nutcracker moodboards #moodboards #aesthetics #my moodboards #my edits #christmas #balletcore #princesscore #fairycore

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fatty-food · 4 months

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Cheesecake with plum jam (via Instagram)

#food #food porn #cheesecake #dessert #plum #festive #holidays #christmas

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slvttyplum · 5 months

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𐙚 i love you, i meant it | toji fushiguro

inspired by: last christmas by wham! (my favorite christmas song

25 days of jjk men

Toji wasn’t a fan of the holidays; a part of him actually didn’t like them at all. They were too sappy, plus it involved people who loved each other.

It’s not like he didn’t have people who loved him or people he loved; he just never got the point.

You would often joke about how much of a Debbie Downer he was, but he didn’t care; there was more to life than whatever this was.

“Wanna go help us pick a tree?” You lifted your child on your hip, the both of you smiling at him brightly, hoping he would give in and say yes.

He sighed, looking at you both, then back at the TV. “Nope, have fun.” Your child groaned, throwing their little head back, tears welling in their eyes.

“Come on, Toji, it’ll be fun; do it for them.” You plead out, lightly bouncing them on your hip for comfort.

He stays silent for a couple of seconds, pondering. He had to start putting his past grudges away; he had a family now.

“Okay, stop crying.” He gets up and walks past the two of you to grab his coat. You smile, looking at your child smiling brightly.

“See? I told you Daddy would say yes.” A few minutes go by, and you put your child on the floor as Toji walks back in with his puffy black coat on.

You smile, grinning ear to ear as his coat is zipped up and the front of it covers his mouth. How cute.

All of you head out and go get a tree. It wasn’t hard to pick out a tree. One of them wasn’t picky, and the other had grabby hands that wanted all of them.

You’re back home, and he’s placing the tree up, straightening the branches. You walk into your room and notice a box with a giant red bow.

You walk towards it, taking off your coat, looking down, and reading the paper.

"love you, -me.” You nod your head already, knowing who it was from; he must’ve put this here before y’all left.

You toss your coat on the bed and grab the box, taking off the bow, tossing it, and opening the box.

It was a rose in a glass case with a note beside it. You pick it up and feel something on the back of it. You turn it over, and it’s a bracelet.

Your jaw drops when you see an engraving on it: 12/12/19, the day you both met.

You look back to the front, reading the note, "I'm not good with words, but when I tell you I love you, I mean it.”

"Hope you like it; don’t get sappy on me.” You quickly turn, seeing Toji in the doorway with his arms folded.

You smile, running up to him, wrapping your arms around your neck, his hands sliding down to your ass.

"I love it. I love you.” You muffle into his neck, and he gives your ass a squeeze before rubbing it.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.” He places a kiss on your temple, giving your ass a hard squeeze again.

"I love you," you say, laughing. He gives your ass another squeeze, then slides his hands up to your waist, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

"I'm hard of hearing; say it again.” He places sloppy kisses on your cheek, lifting you up, your legs lifting up, and hitting the back of your butt.

"I love you," you say again, swinging your legs to the front and wrapping them around his hips.

“yeah?” He says, giving you another sloppy kiss on your cheek, your cheek now wet. You breathe deeply, savoring this moment.

Gotta love the holidays, right?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #toji x y/n #toji x you #dilf toji #jujutsu toji #jjk toji #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #plum’s christmas

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