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thedeadthree · 1 year

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— WIP FRIDAY !

TAGGED BY the dearest @unholymilf to share a few things ive been working on ! ty ty so much ash dear!

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teehee i AT LAST got around to introducing the t*lou dears clowns with the one and only template from ash! so far i have tlou!olga and gianna <3 with this cutest coloring as well !

the VERY early stages of a piece for the dearest marta in honor of fh's release ! with orions cutest template!

another early stages but in honor of oc kiss week a piece for kenny and @griffin-wood's dear raylene with this template !

and now a bit of writing! moments before disaster if you will a piece for alva and rhaegy with a bit of rhaemion and enya lore connecting them to vanna and daemy and their babies !

Summerhal was beautiful at this hour. those fleeting moments before midday and after the morning when the sun was well off to reaching its zenith made even the hardest of hearts gaze in awe.

Alva descended from her horse, vermillion. To her left by a relatively small pond were the horses of Lord Rhaemion Targaryen of Starfall, the princess Elia’s dear longtime friend (and rumored paramour, he too a close and beloved friend of the prince as well, the nature of things was a topic for another morn). And the other of her dearest Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She recalls when Rhaemion spoke of reason for choosing his horse. The almost pearlescent mane of his chosen mount reminded him of the scales of his dragon, Parthunaax known by the histories as the Burned Overlord. The Targaryens of Starfall or the Amethyst or Dawn Dragons still possessed the ones belonging to the riders they were bound to during and following the dance. Baelor and Parthunaax, Calla and Nahvintaas (a ilmestian dragon of Vilemyr), and Valaerra who was Rhaemion’s ancestor and her she-dragon Numinex. Though the most notable among them was the Ethereal, the Violet Star of Starfall herself once bound to the mistress of mists Iovanna Dayne, Starspire. The two year old daughter of Rhaemion recently began to speak her first words and has declared her favorite word to be the name of the ethereal. If this is any prediction that the girl at two has already declared her mount will not be a horse, but Starspire herself, one cannot fathom anything else. She laughed when he mentioned he will have to tell the girl when she’s older that the dragons are not to be flown in westeros and she will have to have a horse as he does. Lest the Dragon of myth and prophecy see her end by scorpion bolt.

On leaving vermillion by Rhaemion and Rhaegar’s. She makes her way by the remnants of the stone walkway closer towards the ruin. The three spent a lot of time in summerhall, her and Rhaegar spending the most.

#only if you want to! 🤍🕊#and if you've done this already please feel free to pass <3 i am AT LAST catching up on a few tags! <3 ty ty again ash for the tag!#oc: olga litvinchuck #RETURN OF THE QUEEN <3 and ty ty alyssa for encouraging me to bring her into t*lou <3 #olga is either calculating or ambitious i haven’t decided which one fits more aksjjzjx ✨😖#its turning out so cute already and im loving that the coloring compliments olgas hair so well ? that's baby!#have had tlou!olga brainworms alongside the usual suspects the asoiaf clowns AND marta returning to the fold all day hehe <3 #were doing fine! the high stakes tennis match between the clowns vying for control of the braincell is going splendidly <3 #to get ye olde writing brain gears a workin a cute ship edit for ray ray and kenny <3 BABIES BABIES BOTH OF THEM #and also will make one as well for vik and nessie for the oc kiss week <3 IM SO EXCITED AHH #MARTA MARTA RETURN OF THE LEGEND i missed her dearly! and her beloved! that's the first if oc and if i was introduced to!#she means the world to me! that's dearie right there!#AND OF COURSE ALVA AND RHAEGY BEING THE CUTEST EVER AND IT MAKES ME SAD! they were so in love! im not sobbing at all!#and of course daevanna being the moment the way they just....... APPEAR EVERYWHERE i love those dears sm <3 #leg.tagged #leg.writing #leg.ocs #leg.edit #AND SUPER SUPER LOOKING TO DO AN EDIT AS WELL FOR MAEKY AND AERY we are working! the creative process at work!#oc: alva amaranthine #x: alva x rhaegar #oc: marta chaykovski #oc: gianna villareal #oc: kendall lawton #x: kendall x raylene

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ferromagnetiic · 3 months

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【 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃. 】 @gumpistol

Something malicious and vile seeps into his teeth when Luffy eagerly latches his rubbery fingers onto the box. There is a spike of something particularly nasty in him; a pleasure that comes solely from being vindictive and cruel. Luffy will probably be anticipating something sweet, as one would typically expect from a Valentines' day gift. Even if it only comes from a petty prank, there is an ample source of amusement that can be derived from bullying the other Captain. Kid will enjoy his frustration, he thinks, and will savor the annoyance and petulant reaction that transpires following his hopes being completely dashed.

Yet, Straw Hat's rage does not come. Kid waits to see Luffy's face twist into an angry scowl, inspired by the same expression the gift giver in question was so prone to bearing in his presence. He waits for Luffy to yell at him. To call him mean. A jerk. To say that he is horrible, as if genuinely offended by the lack of tasty treats.

He doesn't. He is smiling, even after he has acknowledged the pathetic slip of paper. Can the boy not read? What the hell did he think was going on, here? Why was he so God damn pleased about it?

Warmth begins to rise to Kid's face, and his cheeks are glowing a conspicuous rosy red. This wasn't supposed to make Luffy like him more! The very indignation he had intended to inspire in the other Captain had missed its mark entirely, and he has subsequently subjected himself to the very same emotion. Bastard!

Anger bubbles past his lips all too quickly, and he's abruptly raising his voice.

❝ IT AIN'T A FUCKIN' VIVRE CARD! I TOLD YA TO PISS OFF! DON'T GET HAPPY OVER IT, WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH YA?! ❞

The reaction was too genuine; too honestly accepting, regardless of intent. Kid doesn't know what to do with it. Even when he only exposes him to unpleasant behavior, Luffy doesn't seem put off by him at all. He still continues to like him, in the face of everything he says and does to him. Straw Hat still regards him as a friend, despite all of his spiteful acts.

What a prick.

Maybe he should beat the shit out of him for embarrassing him like this.

#gumpistol #【 ⚙ ˊˎ | IF YOU CAN’T GET WHAT YOU WANT ; WELL IT’S ALL BECAUSE OF ME | gumpistol : luffy. 】#【 ⚙ ˊˎ | RECKLESS TONGUE | ic. 】#// I AM CRYING I AM SOBBING I LOVE LUFFY SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #// lala this was the cutest thing i have ever read i am going to perish #// luffy you're the goodest boy in the entire world !!!#// i was so worried luffy was gonna be sad and i was like i don't want to be responsible for that!!!#// i had so much fun reading your reply and so much fun replying to this can you tell i had a really good time #// this was great adfghjk thank you i'm gonna be laughing about this all day #// also i love your kid tag i am BLESSED it is perfect you are perfect <3

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astrxealis · 1 year

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hi! i wasnt on all day yesterday WAHAHAHAH but uhm. rambles. in the tags <3

#⋯ ꒰ა starry thoughts ໒꒱ *·˚#aka. back to Updates Of Apollo's Life #spoiler alert it's not super interesting. ANYWAYS MY COUSINS ARE THE CUTEST !!!!!#yesterday was really fun bcs wow i love my lil cousins! so weird to be the oldest alongside lune but yeah <3 #AND. uhm. i forgot a lot of what i wanted to ramble about since yesterday but i was so tboy swag yesterday #if you get what i mean. yeah <33 AND vc and waching w my besties mwah hannah montana so true !!!!!#and i am also now back into deep fe3h brainrots but also still deep into milgram. so that is that #AND okay. idk what else #i uhh edited my rentry? interests! made it back into a rentry instead of a txti (gna use that txti for smth else now maybe?) <3 #i've gotten over (mostly) my (mostly jokeful) distate when it comes to this certain media (music!)#also listened to more music hehe. AND i fixed my spotify #AND i want to finally play that cute cat (and dog?) collecting (chinese?) game i wanted to play ever since an old moot #who isnt here anymore (as far as i'm concerned. NOT IN A CONCERNING WAY BTW i mean they deactivated)#once told me about it! i installed it way back then but i didn't have the time... now i really want to again so <3 #hm. that was smth i wanted to share yeah. fixing my spotify more <33 #AND +. i forgot right after thinking about it ffs why am i LIKE THIS.#i forgor :(( why am i like thisssss SOBBING..........#oh right nvm i just remembered HELP ANYWAYS i've been looking at more gdocs templates and shit again #uhh. i should one day finally do proper notion stuff </3 and fix my notes <//3 fix everything tbh <///3 #<- i say that and will likely never get to doing so. WHABJEGHBJS sobbing.#but yeah i will be doing more oc stuff... or something. and fixing my themes soon as well!#sorry zero ily but i want mikoto or smth idk. you stayed for 10 days. ily babe. uhm. BUT I WNA #get back to my emil or zero theme sometime in the future bcs i didn't finish em? so when i'm fixated ???#on drakenier (dod3/replicant) again. uhm. yeah.#okay that's all i hope you all are doing WELL!! <33 #now time for my next class in a bit! uhm. i meant to watch the video my teacher uploaded oops. aha #also !!! proseka !!!!! uh idk where i was going w that. but. proseka !!!!! ig <3

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satorubi · 1 year

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here my doggie to make your day lolz. just got her like two days ago!

OH MY GOD

#꒱꒱◜﹢🩰 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 #SHE IS THE CUTEST LITTLE BABY EVER !!!!!#i’m actually sobbing #thank you #THE COAT #THE PINK PUFFA #I LOVE HER

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ahogedetective · 1 year

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When the door to the apartment opened, Kokichi was waiting, grinning cheerfully, if just a touch bashful, as Shuichi entered. The lights were off, the only glow coming from a few lit candles and an absurd amount of fairy lights. The lights were hung along the walls, across the ceiling, and even around a few items. They led through the apartment, all the way into the bedroom.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Kokichi announced, walking over to take Shuichi's hand and guide him farther in. Technically it was the night before; after all, they would spend the whole of the actual day together, giving Kokichi no time to surprise him. "Can you believe I did this in just a few hours? And without breaking something?"

Guiding Shuichi to the sofa, he gestured for him to sit before promptly straddling him. "No gifts tonight—except me," he teased, a small, soft kiss pressed to Shuichi's lips. "But this is good enough, right? I made oyakodon too." This was the plan for the night: to eat, cuddle, and just enjoy each others' company. ( Happy Valentine's Day!!!! <3 )

When Shuichi opened the door, he was about to announce his usual greeting of: "Kokichi, I'm ho....!" But trailed off when he saw that not only were all the lights off, but the candles and especially fairy lights making the apartment softly glow, made a soft gasp in surprise leave him. "Ah...!" It definitely was not a sight he expected to be greeted with, especially the day before Valentine's Day; but as he slowly stepped inside and closed the door behind him, glancing at all the different places the lights were strung up or around, he did find it very pretty... "Ohhh.... "

Kokichi's voice grabs his attention, looking towards him with a smile s he lets his boyfriend guide him. "Kokichi! Happy Valentine's Day to you, too. I see you've prepared quite the surprise for me!" He chuckles, even moreso at what he says next. "Oh come now, you're not that clumsy." His tone is teasing of course, before his smile softens. "But wow, really!? That's impressive it only took you a few hours: I can't imagine it had to be easy to make it look so intricate! I love it: the candles and fairy lights give the house such a beautiful glow. And so romantic...."

With a nod, Shuichi does go to sit on the couch, and instantly wraps his arms around Kokichi's waist the moment the other straddled his lap. "O....Oh.... my, I can't believe I'm being spoiled with the best gift of all?" He giggles, cheeks burning deeper as he hums happily into the kiss, returning one right back, followed by several quicker pecks to his lips. "Sweetheart: you are good enough, so this absolutely is, too. It was a lovely surprised to come home to, and knowing that you spent so long to make the apartment look so pretty like this, to surprise me, means the world to me. That's why this is more than good enough. And ahhh, oyakodon! That's great!! I can't wait to enjoy it with you. God I love you so much: you're always so good to me. I know Valentine's Day is tomorrow... but you've already made that day a wonderful one for me, just like tonight. I'm so happy I can spend tonight, and all of tomorrow, with you...."

Love pours into the gaze and smile he gives him, as one hand goes to stroke Kokichi's cheek, before sliding up to his hair and combs through his smooth locks gently. Shuichi was very much looking forward to that plan, too, and just.... enjoying tomorrow with him as well. He couldn't wait: just like tonight, he knows he will enjoy every second of tomorrow with him... and as he brings Kokichi's body even closer against his with a loving squeeze, he gives his earlobe the softest kiss... as he whispers: "I always want to be with you. Forever...."

#WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH 👼👼👼👼#CRYING SOBBING DIS THE CUTEST SHIT EVER!!!!!#BABY BOOOOYS!!!! 💖♥💓#SHUICHI ABSOLUTELY LOVES THE SURPRISE~!#and a nice dinner n cuddles and just...spending time with his Koki: the perfect plan to him too!!!!#ohhh Koki already made his V-day before it even happened hehe~!#that's why he will always be Shuichi's most beloved gift he loves him so so much!!! <333 #and I love THIS so much!!!!#u fed me so much soft good food today and I thank u!!#our good boys make me so soft and happy I tell you~!#Shuichi answers;;#takinghisbow #♡;; Lots of work is fine when it’s you || {takinghisbow}#V-Day Asks!;; ♥

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deancaskiss · 1 year

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i feel towards you:

lovelovelovelovelove

and admiration for everything that you've put up with in the last year (even more so your life)

i love your recommendations, i love your ideas, your talent, your thoughts. i love how you type your replies, your optimism,

i really just love you.

anonymously tell me how you feel about me (I can’t reply)!

#asked and answered #anon #this is the cutest thing anyone has ever said to me #I feel so seen and heard #this is utterly making me sob #nonnie I love you I love you I love you ❤️🥹😘#i love love love you <3

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januaryembrs · 20 days

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CROSS MY HEART | Spencer Reid x wife!Reader

Request: read here

description: Spencer's wife struggles with the aftermath of JJ's confession

length: 1.5k

warnings: JJ's 14x15 confession spoilers (big ick, pull yourself together Jennifer) infidelity, thoughts of worthlessness, reader thinks Spencer is going to leave her for JJ.

authors note: I have loved JJ for all of fourteen seasons and fourteen episodes. this was a BIG ICK for me watching this won't lie

She should have known something was wrong the minute they left that damn store.

It took her all of two seconds to throw herself into her husband’s arms, her voice choked with tears that had threatened to spill when she’d seen the video of Casey shooting at him, and she swore Spencer had never grabbed her so tight.

“I thought you,” She sniffled, running her fingers through the back of his scalp, the entire spanse of his huge hands ran along her spine, counting every vertebra to make sure she was still intact, despite the fact he had been the one held hostage, “I thought he’d shot you- it came so close,”

He hushed her mewls, a hand reaching to the back of her head and tucked her into his neck further, the sob rattling through her ribcage almost, almost, taking his mind entirely off what JJ had said in that stupid game of truth or dare.

What the fuck did she mean she had always loved him? She had a husband and children who doted on her; Will, who loved every shred of her being like it was his only purpose in the world. His godsons who had known him as uncle Spencer since he’d held them in the hospital, covered in goop and looking like the cutest little aliens he’d ever seen.

And yet JJ, his friend, perhaps one of his longest friends, was willing to throw it away for him? He, who had a wife he adored more than there were birds in the wind, leaves on an Autumn floor, more than there were galaxies in the damn cosmos. His wife, who had been there for him since the moment they’d met, who he’d known was the one since that first day she’d ran into him in the lobby, their files mixing together because neither of them had been watching where they were going, like one of those romcoms she forced him to watch and he pretended to hate, or like the silly thing she called fate that she insisted was very much real.

Spencer was a man of statistics and numbers and facts; things he could see. But he was sure there was nothing in any textbook that could have ever made sense of how the one person so perfectly created for him, the blob of cells that made up his wife that seemed to call to his own as if they were coming home to one another, would have just so happened to bump into him on a random Tuesday in August.

Most people waited decades for that kind of love, or something close, and he’d managed to get it at the ripe age of thirty three.

And yet in the space of ten seconds, of four little words in a wretched game, he felt like the carpet had been pulled from beneath him. Because why would JJ, who saw as clearly as anyone else how much he cherished his wife and the future they were planning together, try to take that away from him?

And as if his own odd spiral of thoughts wasn’t a kick to the gut enough, his sweet wife had quickly released him from her grasp and thrown herself at JJ, who seemed to just now be understanding the gravity of her words as she looked around with wide eyes, tear stains wetting her cheeks, the guilt gnawing in her gut already.

“JJ! Are you okay? Oh, you poor thing, you must have been so scared,” She sobbed, wrapping her friend in a loving hug that was shakily reciprocated, like JJ was waiting for the second she would get a fat shiner to the nose for confessing such a thing.

But that never happened. Instead, she pulled away from the frozen blonde woman, who looked like she could burst into tears then and there and apologise for everything until her face turned blue, and ran a kind hand over the JJ's hair, stroking it behind her ear tenderly as she tried to quell her cries because she wasn't the one who had been held at gunpoint.

She didn’t know. It hit them both at the same time. She didn’t know what JJ had said, hadn’t even got an inkling into what had happened, and god did it make the sinking feeling in Spencer’s chest swallow itself up into something the size of the Mariana Trench.

And what was left, what had for a second been a horrid mix of confusion, shock, fear and then another big dollop of confusion for good measure, quickly was dragged away by the current and replaced with anger.

Anger that JJ could do something like this to his wife; he frankly didn’t care how her words had affected him, that if he had been single he would have been left feeling unworthy of her affection the first time it had been offered around, like there was something so disgustingly wrong with him this was what it took for her to say anything. He didn’t care about any of that. He cared that this would absolutely destroy his wife.

And it was for that reason Spencer hurried the paramedics into fixing the small graze on his palm as he watched with boiling blood his wife tend to JJ like she would any other time her close friend was hurt in the field. He seethed whenever Jennifer would simper and avoid her friend's eyes, how his beautiful, caring, devoted wife would stroke the woman’s back and will her to talk, to tell her what to do to make it better.

Because it was her who should be fussing over his sweet wife, certainly not the other way around.

But he couldn’t say that, not there at least, and so he didn’t, not until he had got the greenlight from the medics to leave and he had all but cut off the circulation in her fingers with how tight he’d held her hand as he led her to the car.

Spencer said nothing, not wanting to fight when she forced him to sit shotgun as she climbed behind the wheel, not wanting to cause a commotion when there was a much bigger bombshell he was sitting on that he knew would change her feelings entirely.

“What?” Her voice was soft still, a murmur in the quiet night air of their bedroom. She sat, fresh faced, minty breathed, kevlar vest long gone and replaced with one of his old Dr Who shirts and comfy bottoms.

She said the word again, like she hadn’t heard him, but judging by the way her expression had fallen into something dejected, he knew that wasn’t the case.

Sighing, drawing gentle motions up and down her legs with his warm hands, shuffled closer where he kneeled down in front of her submittingly. “JJ said that she has always loved me; that was her ‘truth’ in the game,”

“Well, she-she was lying right?” His wife said quickly, her voice shaking, trying to make sense of it herself. She didn’t get an answer right away, just her husband’s eyes casting down as he tried to think of the best thing to say, “Right, Spencer?”

“I don’t know,” He said earnestly, and he saw immediately the way tears sprung to her eyes, her bottom lip trembling, her face warming in wet-anger, “But it doesn’t change anything, sweetheart. It doesn’t matter, to me- baby, please don’t cry,”

“Ofcourse it changes things, Spencer, it’s JJ. She’s literally the hottest woman to walk the earth, Pen said you were like in love with her when you started the BAU, and now you have your chance,” She whimpered, fat tears rolling over her freshly moisturised cheeks, and he swore he felt his chest concave at her words.

“My chance? I don’t want a chance, I want you,” Spencer said in earnest, his hands rubbing further and further up her legs until his hands went under her night shirt, grabbing onto the soft of her hips with pleading tenderness, “I want you forever, no matter what JJ or any other woman feels about me,”

She sniffled pitifully, her eyes still unsure and he took it as a sign she needed more, so he leaned in fully to hug her to him.

“But it’s JJ,” She said again, like that was going to change anything, and he shook his head, stroking over the back of her hair softly.

“I don't care,” He said, and she sniffed gently into the crook of his neck, his skin wetting with the contact. She finally wrapped her arms around him, and he knew he was close to getting it through to her, “I had the smallest crush on JJ, what, fifteen years ago? Honey, I want you for the rest of my life, and nothing and no one is going to change my mind about that, not even you.”

“Really?” His sweet wife whispered tearfully, and he chuckled sadly, hating how hard she had cried that it had ripped the life from her voice.

“Cross my heart,” He kissed her hairline softly, tipping her head upwards with one long, warm finger under her chin, pressing a gentle kiss to her wetted lips, “Hope I never die,”

She smiled sorrowfully, kissing her husband as if it was the last time she could ever do so, hoping it made up for how puffy and ugly her tears had made her face. But he didn’t care, he never had, he thought she was perfect just the way she was.

And he’d remind her of that any time she thought otherwise.

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#spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #matthew grey gubler x reader #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fic

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all-the-angels-stare · 1 year

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It's nice to see prof participating in karaoke stream collabs. He used to say was self conscious of his deep singing voice. Now he has grown more confident! I can't wait to hear him sing more.

#elyspeaks #nijiappreciation #also #i loved watching him in 3d dance #that's so sexy of you prof #and now the way he silently sings together with leos #* sobs *#the cutest thing ever

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eddiesghxst · 4 months

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❆ Let It Snow - a christmas smutty special ❆

happy holidays lovelys!!! ilysm and i hope you all have a beautiful rest of your year, here is a cute n quick little Christmas smutty blurb as my gift to u <3

also, this is not proofread i apologize for any mistakes <3

18+ — MINORS DNI

pairing: roomate!eddie munson x reader

summary: your flight home gets canceled on christmas eve and Eddie just wants to cheer you up

contains: friends to lovers trope, reader loves christmas (she's so me), oral (f receiving), p in v (unprotected - be smart pls), creampie, lots of Christmas cheer, and eddie being the cutest most kindest boy there ever was <3

word count: 3.6k

-masterlist-

Christmas is ruined.

It’s Christmas Eve, and you’ve been rotting away in your room all day— it’s now almost six in the afternoon— and Christmas is ruined.

In the corner of your room, your bags lay in a pile, packed and ready to go for the flight home you were supposed to be on just less than an hour ago. Your mother was devastated when you called her to break the news that you wouldn’t be home in time for Christmas, and although she tried her hardest to mask it over the phone, acting was never really her niche.

You’d already cried once this morning, a pathetic sob that inevitably escaped the second you opened your blinds and saw the blinding-white thick blanket of snow covering Hawkins. It’s not common, heavy winter snows in Indiana, so when the news mentioned that there would be a chance of snow, you didn’t think much of it.

Wrong choice.

You should’ve changed your ticket immediately and got on the next plane to Oregon, where your family would be with warm laughter and endless amounts of food, not to mention the traditional tree lighting you’d miss out on. But now, you’re stuck in Hawkins, chest hollow and cold from the undeniable fact that you will miss Christmas with your family this year.

Suddenly, you hear a raspy curse from the other side of your wall, followed by haste movements and the rustling of sheets and clothes. Eddie’s finally up from his nap. You can’t wait to tell him how stupid you’d been to book a flight so late on Christmas Eve.

Before you can even think of getting up and going to Eddie’s room, the man bursts through your door with a frazzled look as his gaze darts around the room, “Why didn’t you wake me? You’re gonna be late for your flight!” He panics. It’s sweet, really. The way your roommate paces over to your bags and looks at you with a ‘Why aren’t these in the car yet?’ look. It almost makes you hopeful that somehow, now that Eddie’s bright and sunny self is awake, he can find a way to get you home just in time for Christmas.

Obviously, it's not happening, considering Eddie isn’t a god, but one can dream.

You groan, tossing over in your bed to burrow your face deep into your sheets as you mumble into the soft cotton, “I’m not going anymore.” You grumble.

You can hear Eddie’s frown when he responds, “What? What do you mean you’re not going?”

You huff, heart aching as you reply, “Have you looked outside by any chance?”

You don’t turn to watch, but you can hear the shuffling sound of Eddie walking over to your window, shucking the blinds open, and peering out into the parking lot of your apartment that’s covered in that godawful snow. Eddie lets out a sound, something between surprise and sympathy, and it only makes the frown on your face deepen.

“Well… shit,” Eddie says.

You turn over and sit up, huffing as you shove your sheets out of your way, “Yeah. Have fun trying to figure out a way to get me across the country with that type of weather.” You grunt, kicking your legs over the side of your bed to stand and shuffle over to the packed suitcases. You figure you may as well unpack since you’re not going anywhere anytime soon.

“So when are the airports gonna clear, did they say?” Eddie asks.

You huff as you unfold jeans and tops, mind reeling with scenarios of what you should’ve done to prevent this. “Not until tomorrow afternoon. Christmas will be done by then, and most of my family will be back in their respective homes, so… looks like you’re stuck with me, Munson.”

Which, sure Eddie practically threw a fit when you told him you’d be out of town for the holidays, but you still feel as if you’re intruding. Eddie was supposed to have Wayne come over tomorrow, but you’re going to be here probably sulking, and it’ll be awkward and pitiful, and it’s just not at all what you’d wanted your or Eddie’s Christmas to be like!

“...Okay, well,” Before you can fully register what’s happening, Eddie is closing your suitcase and grabbing your hands, dragging you up to your feet and ignoring your confusion as he speaks, “You can’t spend Christmas like this, sweetheart. You’ll end up like the Grinch. Do you wanna be the Grinch? Don’t tell me you wanna be the Grinch.” Eddie rambles as he drags you out of your room.

You try to fight a smile at Eddie’s rapid fire of words, but you fail as you shake your head, “No, I don’t want to be the Grinch, asshole.” You grumble as he drops your hand.

Eddie drops your hand and claps loudly, a bright grin spreading over his lips when he turns to you, “Wonderful! Then we have to get in the Christmas spirit.”

Eddie leaves you confused in the small hallway of your shared apartment, watching as he chaoticly prances over to the kitchen. He slows down and turns back to you once he sees you’re not following him, a confused expression painting over his face. “Well? Are you gonna leave me to bake alone, or are you gonna join?”

And well, you’ve never seen Eddie even pick up a baking pan, so it’s safe to say this will be interesting.

Eddie is absolutely terrible with ingredients.

You and Eddie both decided to bake cookies, but instead of regular chocolate chips, Eddie pitched in the idea of using red and green M&Ms for the holiday effect, which you thought was pretty clever. The only problem is Eddie can’t measure for shit.

The recipe calls for two tablespoons of cornstarch, Eddie two and a half— damn near three. The next step says to mix in a third of a cup of cooking oil, but Eddie puts in much too little. It’s odd, considering his past with drug dealing, but you don’t mention it and instead opt to discreetly correct his mistakes whenever he turns his back to grab something else.

You both end up covered in flour because the pesky powder honestly just doesn't under the concept of gravity, and you laugh when you see some coating Eddie’s eyelashes. “What’s so funny, chef?” He asks.

You smile, “Nothing, you’ve just got… you got some on your eyes.” You reach up with a gentle hand, the sleeves of your sweater long enough to pull over your thumb so you can carefully dust off the white powder.

Eddie’s eyes are so bright and attentive this close, watching your every move with a type of sincerity you’ve only ever seen on screens from Grammy-nominated films and such. It makes your chest warm, and your knees quiver as his lips split into a smile, “Thank you, princess.” He softly says. You nod, and you swear Eddie’s eyes fucking twinkle.

You clear your throat, blinking away and stepping back to clear whatever trance from your mind, “Well,” You heavily sigh, “The cookies are in the oven for the next hour, so… I think I’m gonna go read.”

“Actually,” Eddie pipes up, softly reaching out and letting his fingers brush against yours, “I was thinking we could watch a Christmas movie. Unless if you’re sick of me, I totally get it; I’ll call you when the cookies are ready.”

Which couldn’t be further from the truth. You didn’t want to read. Hell, you don’t even have a new book to read; you’ve gone through your entire reading list.

“Oh! Well, what movie did you have in mind?”

“Home Alone. Obviously.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re a Christmas amateur, Eddie, did you know that?”

Eddie waves a dismissive hand as you begin to smile, reaching out to spin you around and shove you toward your room, “Just go get in some comfy clothes.”

You snort as you follow his instructions, shuffling over to your room to change out of your flour-coated clothing. It takes you some time to dig through your suitcase, but you eventually find the cute pajama set you bought for the holidays and slip it on, eager to return to the living room and join Eddie.

When you step into the living room, you don’t expect to see furniture pushed out of the way and Eddie standing in the middle as he pushes his queen-sized mattress down to lie right in the middle of the room—your heart races when you realize what Eddie’s done.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” You softly ask.

Eddie looks up at you, heavily breathing as he places his hands on his hips, “It’s Christmas Eve!” He beams. You tilt your head with a scolding expression, “I remember you saying you did this with your family, so I figured we gotta keep the tradition going.” He shrugs.

And god, Eddie’s so lovely. Too nice for his own good, really. Your entire body warms at the gesture, watching as he bustles around the apartment, grabbing blankets and pillows to make a comfy nest-like bed.

Seeing Eddie prepare the room wasn’t confusing because you kind of figured that’s what he was doing when you initially saw it, but you became concerned when you saw him drag a tall fake plant across the room.

Eddie steps back and gazes at the fake plant, face twisted in concentration, “Where should it go? The corner, right?” He turns to you. Your brows scrunch in confusion, “Uh… you’re losing me.”

Eddie blinks at you as if you’ve just asked him if the sky is blue, “The Christmas tree, doll. Where should it go?”

You raise an eyebrow, “That’s not a Christmas tree, Eddie, that’s a fake Cat Palm.” Eddie makes a face as if you’ve insulted him, “Says who?”

“Says anyone with general knowledge of the world.” “Why can’t this tree be a Christmas tree? As far as I know, they both have the same qualities that allow them to classify as a tree.” And you’re not going to argue with Eddie on that because he’s being sweet, and you’re interested to see what wacky plan he’s concocted in that brain of his.

So, for the next hour or so, you and Eddie sit on his comfy bed in the living room and use copy paper to cut out shitty snowflakes to put on the ‘Christmas tree’ as you watch Home Alone.

It’s undeniably the most fun you’ve had in a while, and you and Eddie turn your craft into a competition to see who can make the best snowflake, but you keep snipping the wrong spots to create an absolute disgrace of a snowflake. Eddie thinks they’re ‘fucking insane. In a good way!’ though, so you can’t complain.

“These are fucking awful.”

Home Alone 2 is playing, the Christmas tree is fully decorated, and you and Eddie have settled in his bed with a plate full of cookies. It’s a cozy little setup you’ve got, and your cheeks are warm from laughter, and you’ve never felt this content with anyone besides family. And to make matters even better, the cookies taste like absolute shit.

You look at Eddie, gazing at his horrified expression momentarily before bursting into a snort. Eddie looks at you, terror written across his face as you fold in laughter.

“These are seriously the worst cookies I’ve ever tasted.” He reiterates.

You manage to calm your laughter down just enough to respond, “They’re not that bad.”

You and Eddie share a look before you burst into laughter again, “Yeah, they’re pretty bad.” You admit. Eddie joins you in laughter, shaking his head as he offers you the plate of cookies so you can put your half-bitten cookie away. “Remind me to never enter a bake-off,” Eddie grumbles as he reaches over to set the cookies on the coffee table pushed off to the side.

You and Eddie settle into his cozy bed then, content on holiday cheer and the comforting presence of one another. You’re pressed close to each other so you can share the bowl of popcorn you’d made, and you try to ignore how the close proximity makes your insides squeal. You glance at Eddie as you roll an unpopped kernel between your fingers.

“Thank you.”

Eddie turns to you, eyebrows raised in alert. You gesture to the atmosphere of your apartment, “For this, I mean. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

Eddie makes a face and waves you off, “It’s nothing, princess. Couldn’t have you sad on your favorite holiday of the year.”

Your cheeks warm as you gaze at Eddie, chest feeling so much appreciation for his efforts today. Eddie didn’t have to do any of this. He could’ve just said sorry for your shit luck and called it a day, but he took it upon himself to make your ruined holiday into, arguably, one of the best Christmas you’ve had in a while.

“I mean, come on, you heard how badly I was begging you to stay home anyway. Some might even say I got Mother Nature to ring in a favor.” He jokes as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours. You roll your eyes, briefly returning to the movie as you respond, “You’re dramatic, Eddie. I was gonna be gone for two days.” You point out.

“Two days too long!” He stresses, “What was I supposed to do while you were gone?”

You snort, tossing popcorn in your mouth before speaking, “You were gonna be with Wayne anyway; you’d hardly even think about me.” You wave.

Eddie makes a displeased noise, poking at the popcorn in the bowl, “That’s not true.” He softly responds. You glance at Eddie, heart racing when he locks eyes with you. “Wayne isn’t half as pretty as you, so.” He jokes, a small smile spreading across his lips.

You shyly smile, “You think I’m pretty?” You tease.

Eddie smiles with his eyes, “I think you’re gorgeous, actually.”

And god, you think you imagine it when Eddie’s gaze falls to your lips, but then he’s reaching out to gently drag his thumb across your bottom lip. You lean into him on instinct, body aching for his touch, lips crying out to feel his lips on yours, and thankfully, Eddie doesn’t make you wait long before leaning forward.

Eddie’s lips are soft and perfect for kissing. Plump and addicting to the touch as he moves in tandem with you, hands gently caressing your face as you press into each other. You can’t contain the whine bubbling in your throat, and you almost feel embarrassed, but Eddie responds with a moan, hands moving south to softly grab your waist and pull you closer.

You almost can’t believe this is happening— you making out with your roommate on Christmas Eve— but you figure it was about time that you two shattered the thick wall of tension and desire that’d been building between you both. Stolen glances and lingering touches in the kitchen, too-close dancing at parties, and almost kisses during goodbyes have all led to this very moment as Eddie shifts to lay you back into the mountain of pillows.

You shakily breathe against Eddie’s lips when his fingers dust across your stomach, softly pressing into your warm skin to pull a squeal from your lips. You can feel the spread of his smile against the corner of our mouth, and you squirm as he peppers a few kisses there, “Gonna let me taste you, princess?” He asks, fingers caressing the skin just above the waistband of your festive shorts. You swallow heavily and nod, eyes dancing with his when he leans back just enough to see your face. “Words?”

“Yeah. Yes, please.”

Your voice hardly even sounds like your own. Needy and higher pitched and almost humiliating, but Eddie’s smattering kisses down your chin and neck, hands riding your shirt up your stomach so he can kiss the warm skin there. You softly exhale, reaching up to sink your fingers through his hair and gently tug. He groans against you, softly nipping the fat of your hip as his fingers curl over the band of your shorts. He drags the pants down your legs, sitting up to take them off and toss them to the side. He parts your thighs, a smug grin spreading across his lips as he gazes down at you, your socked feet digging into the sheets as he runs his ringed hands up your legs. “Stop staring.” You grumble.

Eddie chuckles, leaning forward to kiss your stomach and then the band of your panties, “Candy canes, huh?” He peers up at you as he plays with the tiny bow on your pelvis. Your face warms, center throbbing as you squirm beneath him. “Hey,” You frown, “It was a matching set and I thought they were cute.” You explain, nudging him with your foot. Which is true, the set came with a bra, panties, and socks, and it was on sale, so of course you bought it.

Eddie laughs as he settles on his stomach, “Oh, you’re fuckin’ precious,” He beams to himself. Your chest warms, and he leans forward to kiss just over your covered clit, “I love them, sweetheart.” Another kiss pressed to your hip this time. “I love them a lot, actually.” A kiss to the other hip, and you squirm. His lashes flutter when he peers up at you, fingers squeezing your hips as he speaks, “Unfortunately… they’re kind of in the way.”

You playfully roll your eyes, losing the fight to your smile as you respond, “Just take them off, Eddie.”

Eddie’s eyes light up, hands moving quicker than you’ve ever seen to get rid of the candy cane printed barrier, happily settling back on his stomach and curling his hands around your thighs to pull you closer. He doesn’t give you any warning when he dives in, licking a thick and wet line from your entrance to your clit. He circles the tip of his tongue over your clit, grinning when you moan and twitch from the sensation. He hums as he suckles your clit into his mouth, licking and sucking as if his life depends on it, fingers squeezing at your thighs and hips. You’re drowning in pleasure, but you think you can hear the muffled sound of Eddie mumbling, ‘Fuck, you taste so good’ against you, and it makes your head spin.

You’re a goner when he sinks two fingers into you, expertly curling up against that toe-curling spot to have you crying out his name and arching up into him. He hums against you, nodding his head in encouragement as you cum on his tongue.

You’re blinking through a pleasure-filled haze when Eddie kisses up your body, sticky lips smearing wet pecks across your stomach as he pushes your shirt further up.

You help each other undress the rest of the way, your limbs shaky and clumsy from your orgasm, and Eddie chuckles but kisses you when you glare at him. Your hand wraps around his cock, but Eddie shakes his head, grasping your wrist as he pushes you back into his bed, “I can’t wait. Next time, yeah? Need you now.”

You wouldn’t dream of saying no.

The stretch of Eddie is so much yet so good. It burns, and it takes your breath away, but it sends chills up your back with the heavenly sensation as he presses into you, balls pressing against your ass as he leans over you and moans against your lips. “F–fuck. Jesus, you feel so fucking good.”

You mewl, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pressing your body into him. “Please, Eddie. Please fuck me, please.”

“Yeah,” He gently coos as he pulls out. He pushes back in, watching as your eyes flutter shut and your lips part in ecstasy, and he hums, “There we go. Taking me so well, baby. Gonna give it all to you— h-holy shit.”

He builds his pace slowly but surely, and you’re so embarrassingly close by the time he’s steadily pumping into you, the loud sound of your sex echoing between your bodies in tandem with your moans.

You moan, nails digging into Eddie’s shoulders as you breathe him in, digging your face into his neck and finding solace in the curtain of his curly strands as he holds you close. Eddie groans when you throb around his aching cock, and he nods, “Give it to me. Cum on my cock, baby. Let me feel it.” He gently encourages you, a warm hand pressing into your back as he kisses your neck. You don’t know if you could get any closer, your chests pressed together, skin sticky with sweat as you grind against one another.

You tip over the edge quicker than you’d want to because you want this to last forever, but Eddie coos and holds you through it all, and you feel like you’re floating through clouds of stardust with Eddie kissing you and thrusting into you.

You’re out of it when Eddie cums. So far gone and high on pleasure that all you can do is moan and nuzzle into his neck to kiss and lick and bite as he empties himself into your pulsing cunt.

You’re both breathing heavily, Eddie collapsing against you but holding himself up just enough so he doesn’t crush you. You’re both silent as you catch your breath, softly running your fingers through Eddie’s hair as the ending credits to Home Alone 2 roll. Against the skin of your neck, you feel Eddie’s lips spread into a sleepy smile, and you can’t help but smile as well as you speak, “What?” You softly ask.

Eddie breathes, shifting so he can nuzzle his face further into your neck, breathing in the scent of you and sex.

“Nothing, just… I’m so fucking glad it snowed.”

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nanbaka-82 · 2 years

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aaaa don’t wanna brush my hairrrr

#boyfriend did a cute braid on the side and if I brush my hair I have to ruin the braid >:(#Wtf have I become bros come to me 2 years ago and tell me id not wanna do smth cus #I love someone tbis mhch id have laughed so hard #now I’m . Uh . Well it’s nice who cares #Back to groveling cus I DONT WANNA RUIN BRAID SOB #Lmao shoving my side blog into my tags also also bf today gave me such a cute little flower he made I lost my shit #Like a felt rose A FELT ROSE YOU EVER SEEN SOMEONE SO CUTE #YOU EVER SEEN SOMEONE SO FUCJING DJJDJSBDJDHDHDHD SO CREATIVE ITS SO PRETTY #oh!!! And they got almond tofu mhmmmm !!! Made it too!! I’m telling you perfect little guy to a despicable me #Crying #To to rb some stuff and burry this cus I’ll die of embarrassment this is why we use side blogs kids #But it’s fine all 335 of you should know I have the cutest bf hes spinning on a microwave plate in my head #edit oh wow there are over 400 since when

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thedeadthree · 1 year

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— OCS AS MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURES

TAGGED BY the dears @denerims, @chuckhansen, @marivenah, @dihardys, @leviiackrman, @adelaidedrubman, @belorage and @roofgeese to take this cutest uquiz for the loves! ty so much! <3

TAGGING: @feystepped, @griffin-wood, @risingsh0t, @queennymeria, @kingsroad, @unholymilf, @bloodofvalyria, @stormveils, @celticwoman, @rocketsummer, @roberthouses, @confidentandgood, @arklay, @aartyom, @anoras, @swordcoasts, @shadowglens, @shellibisshe, @loriane-elmuerto, @jackiesarch, @aceghosts, @florbelles, @belorage and you!

KITSUNE (FOX SPIRIT)

You are neither good nor evil, you play by your own rules. You are capable of living a great many years, and can accumulate plenty of wisdom throughout your lifetime. People might fear you because you may possess or seduce them, and are almost always likely to have the upper hand in a situation. This is fair, since you tend to be a trickster. Nonetheless, you are also honorable and will repay any debts and fulfill any promises you make.

DRAGON

You have a hard exterior, but you’re really a softie inside. You can be very confrontational and might pick fights here and there, but you also know when to yield and find a compromise with your enemy. Fiercely protective, you keep your most treasured belongings, people and memories close to your heart. Nothing can stop you when you’re feeling protective. You’ll come with the full force of fire and skies against anyone who threatens your kingdom.

LADY OF THE LAKE

Your past has not been kind to you and you come from tragic beginnings, but you are pure of heart and devoted to helping those who are as lost as you once were. In some ways, you might feel trapped where you are in life, but you are able to make the most of what is available to you. Ultimately, you are capable of great decisions and can decide who wields power. You choose to be loved rather than feared.

PARI (FAIRY)

Mischievous and cunning, you are a pretty-faced creature capable of deception, but ultimately good at heart. You cast love spells and weed your way into people’s lives, pulling strings. You are a lone wolf and a traveler, moving in and out of people’s lives seamlessly. But although you are ambivalent, your intentions are good. You may fall quickly in love with people but will be quick to leave them as your love may sting.

MERMAID

Your enchanting beauty would be enough to inspire the greatest artists, but you yourself are an artist as well. Unfortunately, it might get to your head a bit as your hold yourself in the highest regard in both looks and talent. You are deeply misunderstood and feel the need to compensate and are therefore constantly performing for people. People might accuse you of manipulation or lying, and at times it’s difficult for you to reflect on what you’ve done wrong.

GNOME

You are a bit of a homebody and can be quite timid, but you’re always on people’s paths. Everyone who meets you likes you. Sticking to one place suits you, and you aren’t very open to major changes. You can be quite crafty and inventive, people come to you when they need help fixing things. You are also a trustworthy guard of people’s homes and secrets.

#only if you want to! 🥀🍄#oc: iovanna dayne #oc: valaenya targaryen #oc: illyria ilmestys #oc: una nathaira uller #oc: elaenaera targaryen #oc: yelena voronin #well this was the CUTEST to do ahh ty ty to you all for the tag!#and also so many of these nailed the girls to the letter? i just KNEW enya and yelena were to get dragon and gnome i could FEEL it jsnka #speaking of yelena return of the queen :') im playing s*kyrim (again ksanxdkn the shock) but like...... i miss yelena #'everyone who meets you likes you' THATS RIGHT BC SHES AN ANGEL IN THE WASTES A TRUE SAINT ON EARTH :')#'people come to you when they need help.' a true dads girl babies a surgeon AHH it all fits her so well im SOBBING #that ella is an inpiration to artists and is admired but has an air of arrogance bc of that from her upbringing AHH..!#'at times its difficult to admit you've done wrong.' i mean if u think shes done wrong no she didn't bc shes never done wrong ever <3 #'ultimately good at heart.' THE WAY I WHEEZED jhsanjxn but also that shes cunning and a pretty faced creature capable of deception.. RIGHT #una 'ive never done anything wrong in my life ever' uller and bc shes charming the people (a*egon janjksnaj) see this as fact jsdnjd #love that for u sweetie!#ILLYRIAS HAD ME SOBBING THE HELPING PEOPLE WHO WERE LOST AS SHE WAS SHE FEELS TRAPPED SHE MAKES THE MOST OF THINGS #in her lore she was orphaned when her mothers ship wrecked and she lived alone as a child on asshai for a few years before found!#her and a*emond were friends and attached at the hip as kids and then she left at around nine when she bonded with her dragon #she returns at the last supper and during the dance as regent with him she aided helping orphans find safety during the battles :')#oh my god dragon and enya was nailed to the LETTER. i mean she IS a member of the dragon house she claims ancestry hjsanjhxn #fire and blood babey! reigning fire to enemies of her house(s) a hard exterior with a soft side for her loved ones ITS SO GOOD #she was practically raised with g*riff and enya was the first to take dragonstone when s*tannis left for the north #and by the time d*any got there she and her became instant best friends :) believing in her cause and ideals #theres also more scions of the hotd clowns in g*ot that im planning and they're family as well to her.. keep her enemies in ur thoughts #(dont look to closely at the editing ksankjadn its my first attempt with manip :') jskanjxka but! i made an effort! ahh!)#VANNNNA AHH..! 'always likely to have the upper hand in the situation' she KNOWS things that's my mistress of mists! spymaster dear!#leg.ocs #leg.tagged

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jenosbigtoe · 6 months

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so real on the "but i also really want alpha jeno in my guts" cause same 😩 his outfit on the bat is still living in my mind rent free

mdni. nsfw 18+

pairing: alpha!lee jeno x mate!reader

warnings: abo, unprotected sex, breeding, mating press, creampie, possessiveness

alpha!jeno is such a himbo.

you seriously wonder how long he’s survived without you by his side. he asks you the silliest questions, tilting his head and pouting his lip slightly as his eyebrows furrow in confusion. it’s the cutest sight to you, seeing this big muscular man act so clueless.

“why can’t we have just sex right now?”

“jen, your friends are literally in the living room and we are IN THE KITCHEN WITH NO DOORS.”

“okay but you’re my mate, they should understand right?”

and trust, he has an insane sex drive. he promises he’s never been this horny before he met you but now that you’re officially his, he gotta be inside you in some capacity at all times. you’re his mate duh, if he could crawl inside your skin he would.

you’ll be cuddling on the couch, watching a romcom, and he whispers “baby, can i stick the tip in? i’m so hard.”

you’ll be eating dinner at the dining table and his fingers gravitate to your thighs as he wordlessly cups your cunt under your underwear, mindlessly rubbing and pumping his fingers in and out of you.

and he would actually be so so sooo jealous of anything and everything that breathes and looks at you.

“oh so you like this stray kitten more than your mate alright how would you feel if i just ran away from home and became a stray too?”

“jen.”

he actually gets the most jealous when it comes to his friends being around you. he knows them too well, even if he trusts you and (to a certain extent) them.

“jaemin get the fuck away from my mate right now you absolute manwhore.”

“??bitch we’re literally just playing mario kart like 3 feet away from each other.”

“i don’t give a fuck she’s mine,” and pulls you into his lap to pout and snuggle you tightly, locking you in his massive biceps.

jeno is so silly as your mate but oh does he fuck you like no other.

his insane animal stamina has him going for hours after your legs have already become jelly and your mind fucked stupid from overstimulation.

“baby, you’re mine. my mate, my love. your body was made for me,” he would growl into your ear as he took you in mating press.

his thick heavy body would drive his cock so so deep inside your poor little pussy, you would be left sobbing.

“jen-jeno! s’deep,” you’d cry, hiding your face in your arms.

he’d grab your arms and pin them above your head, using his powerful hips to thrust so hard and so deep to keep you from squirming so much.

“ah. wanna see my mate as i fuck my pups into her. you’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

and he refuses to ever cum anywhere but deep inside your little cunt. “i don’t care if you’re on that stupid birth control bullshit, you’re gonna have my kids.”

#nct dream smut #nct smut #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct dream #jeno smut #lee jeno x reader #jeno #jeno x reader #nct #lee jeno

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 3 months

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Being Their Pregnant Partner Featuring

Kita, Suna and Akaashi

Kita Shinsuke x Pregnant Reader; Suna Rintaro x Pregnant Reader; Akaashi Keiji x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: fluff

AN: and again : D

Kita

The beautiful sight of his fields at sunset were nothing compared to your gorgeous, full figure walking towards him with a basket full of food. He stopped his work, gathering up his equipment before making his way to you at the edge of the field.

“I thought you were suppose to be resting dear,” he asked you, smirk across his face as you scowled back at him.

“Well, you’ve barred me from field work so I guess the only thing I can do now is make you food and laze about the house, which I might add, is boring!”

Kita knew you’d have a hard time with the end of your pregnancy and with getting the required rest the doctor had ordered for you. At first, he tried everything to get you to just take one nap a day to rest and relax. Eventually he gave up on his quest and let nature take its course. Now that you were 8 months, your body essentially forced you to take a break which you absolutely hated.

“Why don’t you work on your knitting? You always complain you never had time for that when you worked the rice fields with me,” Kita suggested as you sighed.

“Well now that I have time I don’t want to do that, I want to work!”

You’re pout drove Kita insane but he knew there was little he could do to help you at this point. You absolutely were not allowed to help him in the fields but maybe there was something else you could do.

“Hey what about helping with packaging? You know that’s something you can sit and do,” he declared, waiting your response.

“I guess,” you groaned, admitting defeat, “I guess it’s better than nothing.”

Kita smiled, kissing your forehead and you both sat down to enjoy your food.

Suna

Suna couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before him. There you were, on the floor covered in paint as you tried to maneuver the piece of baby furniture you were painting.

“Hey Rin!” You spoke, face and hands completely covered in green paint as you continued to happily paint ground edges with great detail.

Suna wasn’t sure how you managed to be so careful with painting the dress or yet so messy with yourself

“Babe, I told you I’d help you tonight when I got home from practice,” Suna laughed, coming over to you to help you get off the floor in your extremely pregnant state.

He held out his hands as you gripped them, pulling yourself up and into his arms. You giggled as your painted body touched his and his EJP hoodie, making the colors now yellow, black, white and green.

“Good thing I got like 50 more of these in my closet,” he joked as you smiled

“You mean in my closet, I borrowed at least 10.”

Suna just chuckled, thinking how lucky he was to have such an amazing and wonderful partner.

Akaashi

“You’ve been working on that article all night babe, don’t you think it’s time you take a break?” You interrupted, bringing in a cup of tea and some late night snacks for your husband who had been working all day.

“It’s not an article love, it’s a letter your baby,” Akaashi answered as you stopped, eyes shifting to him as you set the tea down.

“A letter to the baby? May I ask what it’s about?”

Akaashi shrugged, “well it’s kind of about how you and I met and how our lives were before baby.”

Tears welled up in your eyes at your husbands thoughtful gesture. Akaashi noticed the tears, getting up and hugging you tightly as you sobbed in his arms.

“T-that’s got-got to be the cu-cutest thing I’ve e-ever heard Keiji,” you bellowed as Keiji just chuckled, consoling you, one hand on your back and one on your belly.

#tw: pregnancy #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke x you #Kita shinsuke x pregnant reader #Suna Rintaro #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintaro x you #Suna Rintaro x pregnant reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi keiji x reader #akaashi keiji x you #akaashi keiji x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #haikyuu time skip

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kenananamin · 6 months

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Nanami as a girl dad

Nanami is a girl dad, I will not argue or fight on this but if you think he's not... i got news for you ANYWAYS these are my Nanami headcanons as the best husband and dad and what he would do as a girl dad during pregnancy, birth, and actually raising the baby

takes a personal day off work to take you to your doctor's appointments then takes you to brunch and a movie. will hold your hand the whole time

fought HR/managers/supervisors/ANYONE for as much paternity leave as he could get

asked if he could work from home bc he doesn't want to miss a single moment of your pregnancy or newborn baby

sits on the floor to talk to his baby girl and holds your tummy saying that he's holding her hand

made 20 copies of the sonogram picture and kept them all. there's a copy in his wallet, behind his phone case, in the glove compartment, and in every suit jacket pocket close to his heart. he likes to brag about his girls (you and baby)

comes back from the store with more diapers and wipes bc "we need to be prepared"

bookmarks blog posts talking about how to bond with your baby

reads every book he can and asks the doctor more questions than any other dad who comes into the office

will ask anyone he trusts for advice, but gets defensive when someone tells him to do something differently

takes naps with his head on your lap and his lips touching your belly

has two hospital bags ready in the closet but has an emergency one in the trunk... just in case

does not sleep the whole time you're in labor even when the nurses tell him to "rest before the baby gets here"... that gets him more excited and doesn't let him sleep

tells you to dig your nails into his arm if you need to when you start pushing. kisses your entire face when the baby starts to cry and rushes to the nurse holding her to ask if they could stamp the baby's feet on his shirt/gown before cleaning her (a/n: my dad did this with me and it is the cutest thing ever. we still have the gown with the tiny feet stamped on there)

carefully takes off the shirt/gown and immediately wants to do skin-to-skin contact after you hold the baby first

follows baby to the hospital nursery and takes pictures of sleeping baby to change his wallpaper

changes wallpaper every two days bc "she did something cute" or "sticking her tongue out" or "giving me the stink eye"

loves waking up with her at night bc besides letting you rest... it's daddy-daughter time so don't interrupt

demonstrates what tummy time is while she lays on her baby bouncer (you laugh bc it's ridiculous and she's only a couple weeks old)

buys scrapbook and disposable cameras to start an album (the first of a hundred probably)

buys special clips for crib blankets to be tight and immovable around mattress bc he kept reading about possible suffocation

either way, does not like for her to sleep in her own room so he buys an extra baby moses to put in your room

has an extra diaper bag in his car bc he likes impromptu trips to let mommy rest

sulking when he has to go back to work

finds remote job within the next month

sits baby down on his lap while be works and she plays with her toy

throws an intimate 1st bday party first then a second one the next weekend to invite anyone he's ever talked to and brag about his family

literally kicks his feet and giggles with his daughter then stands up to be the most intimidating man to anyone else

tears of joy when you're pregnant again and sobs when they say it's a girl

carries his girls with him everywhere he goes

is proud that he's raising strong women who will learn how to fight for themselves. keeps reminding himself that he's raising the next generation and that fuels a fire deep inside him

let's the girls play with his hair and put all the clips they can find around the house on his head

lets his fingers and toes be horribly painted while he reads the newspaper and leaves the house with those nails

gets teary eyed on the first day of school and waits outside the school the whole day for a week (paid time off used)

can only do simple pony tails and braids but loves waking the girls up, sitting them on his lap and doing their hair while you get them dressed

making cute lunches for the girls with you is one of his favorite parts of the day

likes dressing the girls alike or the same and has a strange obsession with buying them overalls

loves playing barbie with them and lowkey has a favorite barbie

goes toy shopping behind mommy's back and tells the girls that this is the only secret that they can ever ever keep

randomly brings back flowers for every single one of his girls

takes his girls (you and daughters) on group and individual dates

makes the girls sign a contract written in crayon stating they "will love daddy forever"... frames it and puts it in his office

cries tears of joy AGAIN when you're pregnant with another girl... and looks for a bigger house

rips off door side where he was marking the girl's height and puts it in the new house. he did not believe in marking/tracing it on another thin piece of wood and said he wanted the original

takes everyone out for dessert every Friday and checks in on each kid to see how they're feeling and if they're ok

never misses a single game, recital, rehearsal, practice, ANYTHING

takes his daughters to their first self-defense class

does not believe in violence and does not condone it... but will first ask the girls if they won the fight (strongly insinuates that he will be disappointed if someone kicks their ass)

corrects the girls when needed and has a special look to tell them to stop messing around

later goes to apologize if he ever uses the look

will ask the girls for a sleepover and will throw every blanket on the floor to make one huge bed

tells the girls to follow him as he does repairs around the house or on the car bc they "need to know how it all works and how to deal with it"

is shocked when you're pregnant again (even though he likes to do a certain something that leads to babies) but is REALLY SHOCKED when it's a boy this time

reminds the girls that they have to be nice and helpful with their brother

starts all the reading and bookmarking all over again, but his time on how to raise a gentleman

raises the best little dude and let's the girls show him everything he has shown them so far

okaaaay okay i know i said he's a girl dad and a girl dad only buuuuut Nanami would raise the best little gentleman ever. AND IMAGINE A MINI NANAMI?!! ... but he's still a girl dad first and foremost

extras:

would absolutely praise his wife and randomly thank her for giving him a family

will wear a disguise and follow daughters to first date

refuses to parentify any of his kids and wants to let them be kids

constantly reminds them that they only get to be kids for a short amount of time then they have to be adults for the rest of their lives. so be silly

is always down for a quiet drive if anyone needs to clear their head

dreads the day when he will no longer he able to carry his kids on his shoulders

has already made mental plans for every possible situation the kids may create, even the absolutely crazy ones his brain has imagined

is very open w the girls and talks about safety in intimacy

leaves cute notes during bad or iffy days and writes motivational quotes on their mirrors with dry-erase markers

loves when you say he's a dilf

tries to talk to them about the stock market

passes his budgeting king crown to the kids

feels super cool when his kids brag to their friends about him, even puffs his chest a little bit

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