I shall not be afraid anymoar....what would it be like having a cute wintery/christmas date with Flowery....I wanna look at pretty lights and make snow flowers or angels with him then cuddle with him at home in case he gets too cold 👉👈 it would be so awesome it would be so cool
Hello theeeere :3 Your request was so cute...it also made me realize that this guy probably does not like the cold!! I hope it's fine I centered it around that, I thought it could be cute - I still tried to give this a festive vibe (even though it being the middle of summer rn is NOOOT helping AHAHA) ... I kinda can't wait for more of these chilly scenarios when temperatures drop :,3
Enjoy!!
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Flowery x Reader - Not everybody's cup of hot chocolate (Scenario/Mini Fic)
It would be a lie to say that Castle Town doesn't look lovely like this; all decorated with pretty lights reflecting their lively colors upon the soft, pristine snow. Each house and shop embellished with a wreath, bells, garlands…you name it.
However, even though the view all around you is breathtaking, you can't help but stare at your partner and giggle to yourself instead; Flowery has never been more red in the face than he is right now, and not because of embarrassment - he's dealing with quite the predicament, actually, having to wipe his nose every couple of minutes that goes by and constantly hugging himself in a desperate search for warmth.
You're actually quite concerned, as funny as the sight might be, so you make sure he's okay every time he sniffles or shivers while you're on your way towards the cafe - he reassures you he's fine though, just not very used to colder temperatures, and reminds you he will be better once inside the building either way.
The bell of Swatch's cafe rings above you when you walk inside, made to sound more festive for the occasion, and Flowery immediately sighs in relief once the heat and chatter reach you, relaxing his tense muscles.
"Oof- that was surely a walk, wasn't it!" he huffs, still adjusting to the change in temperature, "Sorry for making you worry, it's just that Asgore never let it get that cold,"
You play with the edges of the menu in your hands, feeling a bit too awkward and at fault to casually read through the drink and sweets choices right now;
"It's not your fault though, and…we can just chill here for a while, then go back to the Castle! I'm the one who should be sorry for dragging you out here all things considered…!"
Flowery shakes his head fondly, and grabs the list of desserts himself;
"Hey, you did it because you were excited, didn't you? Can't really blame you for that now,"
"I guess, but once we're done here we're not staying outside for much longer, promise,"
He tries to argue with you, but you shift his focus on choosing something warm to drink or eat instead, and soon enough you're being served hot chocolate and cute little biscuits.
You take the time you have inside to enjoy the Christmas-y ambience; the lights are dimmed and warm - Flowery also comments on how they're making him sleepy -, and each corner is adorned with a small pine tree. Nobody's up on stage singing today, although the jukebox is delivering lovely festive tunes only barely muffled by the chit-chatting of the other patrons.
Flowery insists on paying for both of you when you're done eating, which makes you roll your eyes a little, but you don't have him pushing for too long. You remove your scarf right before heading out, and force him to wear it for extra protection from the cold - which he also can't argue against. He relishes the pampering only to remind you a moment later that he can simply teleport you back - how cheeky…
You immediately opt to change into something more comfortable upon finding yourselves in your shared room; Ralsei seems to have provided Flowery's closet with some nice and warm clothes, which you're both glad to find out - some are holiday-themed, though he goes for the simplest, coziest set available.
"Hmm…you can give me my scarf back now, yeah?" You extend your hand towards him as he's still settling down in your shared bed; he snuggles further into it in response.
"That's a bit rude, we could just share it instead!" proud of his idea, he holds one half of it up and dangles it up and down, grinning droopingly.
You gesture to make some space and hoist himself up a little so you can pull the covers back, and once you're also (finally) in bed you tuck the both of you in - accepting the half of your own scarf that's being offered to you, too.
"Your nose is still red," you comment absentmindedly, wrapping your arms around him, "Sorry for dragging you outside…"
He very obviously leans into your touch, sighing contently;
"Well, it all lead to this, so…it was worth my thyme…"
warnings: face sitting, cum eating, light bdsm?, degrading, deragatory nicknames (slut, whore), lowkey threesome, rough!karina, mention of alcohol, nipple play (a lil), biting, slapping.
minjeong was already gone by the time you kiss her. her face was blazing red from the alcohol you've been consuming, sweat drips down her neck as she tried to grind herself down on you. ”getting needy huh minjeongie?” aeri says from across the room, her own girlfriend trying to do the same. jimin walk over you and minjeong, sandwich-ing minjeong in the middle. ”hngggggghh, unnie-!” you bounced your legs, making sure it rubs minjeongie's sensitive clit. jimin smirks and pulls your face closer to her, capturing your lips with hers. you and jimin started to make out with no care about minjeong that's getting pent up from the lack of stimulation. ”hmmmmh, unnie, unnie, minjeongie too.......” minjeong says, she then proceed to crack the cutest pout ever. you and jimin keep making out until you both sees from the corner of your eyes that minjeong will actually cry. ”awwwww, gonna cry minjeongie?” minjeong nods, tears pooling in her eyes. jimin chuckled and literally tear off minjeong's sundress. ”beg for it, slut,” jimin then continues to make out with you, getting more and more rough with each suck of tongue of bite of lips you wonder what made this kind and gentle leader of the group like this.
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minjeong's body all bruised and red from the biting and slapping, jimin is extra stressed tonight. she accidentally read an article about how she ’seduced her way to debut’ and went down the rabbit hole. ”i say beg, slut,” jimin growl, you didn't dare to interupt her so called session with minjeong, so you lit up a ciggarette and watches jimin with minjeong, and aeri with ning do their stuff.
at first, jimin grabs minjeong by the hair and shoves her to the floor. then, she took off all of her clothes and sits on minjeong's pretty red, sweaty, teary face. ”hmm, fuck... your nose is hitting my clit, eat me out properly whore.......” after that, jimin called you and told you to nurse her breasts, then she starts grinding her pussy on minjeong's face, nearly sufforcating her girlfriend, ”ahhhhhh yess keep going like that! ohhh yes! yes! yes!” jimin cums on minjeong's face, who drinks all of it happily as if it was milk—you bite down a little on her big mommy milkers—but anyways....... ningselle....... that's a tale for another time😋
Imagine Winter being an aristocratic vampire and you one of the people who willingly offers her blood. Despite knowing how dangerous she is, your feelings for her lead you to her secret hideout to confess your love, hoping she'll see you as more than just a donor.
Imagina ser pareja de Winter sin saber que creció en un entorno rústico, donde cazaba junto a su familia para conseguir alimento. Al visitar su hogar, la observas con asombro al descubrir una faceta habilidosa y peligrosa que contrasta con su delicada belleza.
Pairing: Tom Hardy x Female OFC (First person POV)
Warnings: Fluff, slight mention of smut
Summary: A fairytale-like visit to Tom Hardy’s secluded cabin in the woods
Part 1: Frost in the Pines
Part 2: Awakened by Fire
Part 3: Creature in the Woods
Morning with Tom
Pairing: Tom Hardy x Female Reader (non-descript body type+ethnicity)
Summary: Morning sex with Tom.
Warnings: Crackfic. Explicit language. Pure vanilla smut. Fluffy smut.
Hello, I'm excited to see a blog focused on Heavens after all this time, thank you for it! Could I please ask for a winter scenario with Van, like having a snowball fight or ice skating with other members/a s/o for example?
SLEDDIN’ TIME BITCHESAfter all their hard work singing in concert after concert and appearing as guests on TV, HEAVENS got a well deserved break. It was winter in the busy city, and ice skating rinks opened near the shopping centers, yet the HEAVENS boys wanted to relax away from the crowds. A trip to a winter resort was promptly planned and Van invited you to join in on the fun.The cabin was quaint and cozy and the hot cocoa warm. Once everyone had settled into their rooms and put on their winter gear it was time to go outside and enjoy all the exciting possibilities fresh snow had to offer. Hand in mitten-ed hand, Van led you outside with the others. He was as excited as a puppy that you had come along, and pointed to the rosy blush on your cheeks.You said it was just the cold air, so he replied that if you got too cold you better let him know so he could keep you warm. Shortly after, the first HEAVENS Winter Sports Tournament began, courtesy of Eiichi and his penchant for leading the group in a competitive activity. Since there were eight in the group everyone paired up: You and Van, Eiichi and Eiji, Shion and Kira and Yamato and Nagi.
Round 1: Snowpeople 4th place - Yamato and Nagi: The stubborn pair could not agree on what to build. Nagi wanted a small and cute snowman while Yamato wanted to make a flexing bodybuilder snowman. 3rd place -You and Van: You both worked wonderfully together to create the classic snowman. Where did Van find a carrot? You’d never know.2nd place - Eiichi and Eiji: They showed they creativity by making a snoweiichi, complete with glasses, twig hair and Eiichi’s blue jacket and scarf. Eiji added to the presentation by pretending that Snoweiichi was in fact his older brother and not the shivering, glass-less stranger, that is until the real Eiichi sneezed and they had to dismantle their snowman.1st place - Kira and Shion: It was a no–brainer. Kira put his ceramic skills to good use and created a copy if Michelangelo’s David. Shion provided the necessary censorship leaf.Round 2: Snowfight4th place - Eiichi and Eiji: Eiichi was still shivering from the cold and his glasses fogged up, he ended up hitting Eiji with a snowball and later got a snowball to the face from Yamato.3rd place - You and Van: You worked well as a team. He’d taught you how to pitch a baseball, a snowball was not different and you both got accurate shots, but in the end Van ended up sacrificing himself when a careless snowball came hurdling your way from Nagi. Van doubled over after it hit him, tearing up with pain, but smiling that you were safe. 2nd place - Kira and Shion: They devises a strategy where Shion made the snowballs and Kira threw them. However his throwing arm grew tired and and he was overwhelmed by the remaining team…1st place - Yamato and Nagi: They were the ones that started the snowball fight in the first place, after losing sorely at building a snowman. Together they were unstoppable. Yamato could throw with both arms and Nagi played dirty, always hit people in their weak points and using his short stature as an excuse for no being able to aim higher.
Round 3: Sledding4th place - Kira and Shion: These two were very careful sledding down the hill, too careful and very, very slowly. Kira dug his hands in the snow and when Shion deemed it safe to move forward, he would release. They made their way to the finish line, inch by inch and most importantly, unhurt.3rd place - Yamato and Nagi: This pair was quite the opposite. Yamato screamed in excitement and raised both arms over his head. Nagi also screamed, but fear as their sled slid out of control and they tumbled into a snowbank too far to the left from the finish line. 2nd place - You and Van: Van told you to hold on tight to his waist and on his signal you both sledded down the hill laughing all the way and without incident.1st place - Eiichi and Eiji: Eiichi loves car races and a sledding race was no different. With Eiji as his trusted co-pilot they made their way down the hill with speed and a few cool tricks, winning by a nose.Van was starting to look gloomy and you wondered where his smile had gone too. When you asked him what was the matter and if he was not having any fun, Van scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and replied that it was you and he had not been able to take first place in any of the sports events. You said it was alright, you were enjoying the moments spent with him regardless if you won or not. The brunet eyes opened wide as a light-bulb flicked on in his mind. Turning to the others, he proposed another round…Round 4: Snow Angels1st Place - You and Van: The vote was unanimous. Your and Van’s snow angels were the only pair of perfectly winged angels inside a heart shape that Van dug out with his hands. Van helped you up from the cold ground to blow warm air into your hands, but what warmed you most was his happy smile and the way he called you, “My sweet Angel.”
ten years later i know you’re in a writing slump (i originally typed slut and almost posted it) and that you nut for chuuaku so here you go. hope things get easier for you <3Winter Word Prompts {closed}: Winter SunsetCharacters: Kid!Chuuya/Kid!Akutagawa{ written in an AU where Akutagawa poses No Longer Human }
Only in the hour of the rising sun is there such combined brilliance; gold and navy blue. Tangerine and violet meld, streaking the sky in a tainted, fading ombre of warm and cold. Chuuya blinks away falling snowflakes. Bitter cold dotting his cheeks as the world shimmers back to view. He never knew where he was in the beginning, and for a moment it was a relief. To be a blank slate—nothing—felt good. Almost.
He’d landed on his back. Something sharp dug its way under his shirt and through his skin. The surrounding air was silent. Decadent white clinging to barren tree branches looming over him like vultures circling their prey. Sunlight rolls over his outstretched hands, scattering gold over red-dipped fingers as if Chuuya had sunk them in a jar of fresh crimson paint. Agony was much more than a feeling—it lived on far after the catalyst, would follow Chuuya long after he’d forget the faces twisted under corruption.
At least, this is what he assumed. It had only been allowed twice, including tonight.
“Chuuya.”
For a kid his age his voice was curiously raspy and grated. December had brought Chuuya a friend as quiet as the first snowfall. But, when he spoke it threaded deep into Chuuya’s skin—it felt warm.Each breath of air cuts through his chest as if shards of glass had replaced oxygen, but he sat up anyways. As if he did not ache all over, as if he did not think of what a peaceful last breath it would be under the morning snow.
Akutagawa’s coat drags over blood soaked patches of snow and broken debris. Metal crunches under his shoe and mixes with the upturned earth. Chuuya shifts, glancing upwards with a hand placed on the ragged edge of his shirt. Blood drips through his fingers; his head throbs as the sun ignites the rest of the sky on fire.
The last evidence of starlight hovers overhead--a sliver of lavender pressed against the heavens. The final breath of nightfall. Akutagawa lays the back of his hand to Chuuya’s forehead, granite eyes narrowing at the wound his new partner is failing to hide. If he was none the wiser, Akutagawa would have assumed a bomb had been dropped in the center of the forest. Splintered metal and wooden beams once housing a group of hellbent enemies had been reduced to nothing but a starburst of black against pure, milk-white snow. They would only need three body bags, if that; the rest had become flecks of ash carried away in the wind. Corruption is a monster, wound around Chuuya like a vine full of thorns; it will bleed him dry. Chuuya’s eyes scan the horizon, for nothing--for something. Peace is unnerving even in diluted fragments of silence and beauty. He does not belong here. Vines of scarlet have marked him, banished him, caged him. A group of robins chirp from high in the trees--Chuuya’s fist clenches at his side. “Don’t let it win.” Akutagawa’s voice reaches Chuuya’s ears. His eyes are off to the right, and the hand placed on Chuuya’s forehead had been drawn back to his pocket. Akutagawa’s baritone remains unaltered. “It’s just a part of you. Don’t let it become more than it needs to be.”Their wings expand; the blue is a twin for the color flowing back to his eyes. Snow falls from their puffed up chests before they take flight. Chuuya follows their intricate pattern, a perfect shape aimed towards the sun. Wind catches the orange tendrils matted to the side of his neck--he allows the breeze to cool his skin; it’s peaceful.
