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The Breaking Ice 燃冬 (2023) dir. Anthony Chen

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First Snow (KnY)

Series: Kimetsu no Yaiba

Characters: Tomioka Giyu, Kocho Shinobu, Rengoku Kyojuro, Uzui Tengen, Kanroji Mitsuri, Himejima Gyomei, Tokito Muichiro, Obanai Iguro, Shinaguzawa Sanemi

Word Count: 832

Summary: individual head canons for the Hashira during that special first snow; pure fluff with one suggestive Taisho secret for Mitsuri

Notes: Last night, when I was falling asleep, I had two of those "falling" dreams, but instead of falling, I dreamt that I was falling asleep in work meetings. Then, when I finally did go to sleep, I had anxiety dreams about work all night. I desperately needed a pick-me-up this morning, so when I woke up to our first snow today, I just couldn't help myself ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Disclaimer: SFW ♡

Tomioka Giyu

Giyu may not be overly expressive, but he actually loves the first snow. There's a change in the air and, when the snow blankets the ground, it feels like a fresh start. The feeling doesn't last very long, but whether he's bundled up in a scarf, his breath coming out in white puffs as he watches the first flakes fall or he's looking out the window, bathed in warmth and amber light as winter unfolds, Giyu feels hopeful.

Kocho Shinobu

Like Giyu, Shinobu enjoys the snow - at first. It's beautiful, of course, but as it begins to pile up, it begins to lose its charm. The layer upon layer of warm clothing gets annoying to put on and peel off, and wading through the drifts is a nuisance. She would much rather stay inside, bundled up, diverting herself with spiked cocoa, making mood boards, and catching up on her cozied up in front of the fireplace.

Rengoku Kyojuro

Kyojuro loves the first snow. He finds it utterly magical - the delicate shapes of each snowflake as they cling to his mittens and scarf, the billowing white clouds of his breath. He immediately starts thinking about everything he'd like to do this winter, from ice skating to walking around the Christmas market. He's also the kind of guy who stands in front of the window, hands on his hips, watching as the snow piles up one or two feet - when it finally stops, he's out there with the snowblower and shovel, absolutely thrilled to clear a path.

Uzui Tengen

Winter is such a flashy season, isn't it? It goes without saying that Tengen loves the first snow - the tracery of frost on the windows, the glitter of ice clinging to the branches, and the sparkle of pristine, freshly fallen snow. And, of course, winter is an excellent opportunity to spend time with his wives - strolling through the park under snow-laden pines, taking them on dates to bustling coffee shops, strolling through richly decorated department stores. Regardless of how he and his wives spend the day, it always ends with a sleepy cuddle puddle, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Kanroji Mitsuri

Mitsuri loves the first snow as much as Kyojuro - there are just so many possibilities - from building snowmen and making snow angels to baking cookies and drinking cocoa with lots of marshmallows. It's no secret, but Mitsuri's guilty pleasure is watching Hallmark Christmas movies - they're so romantic and they always have a happy ending. This is a secret, though - she also loves to sit by a crackling fire with a little mulled wine, reading the most scorching erotica, blushing the entire time.

Himejima Gyomei

Gyomei doesn't love the snow as much as he loves the way others appreciate it. He can feel their anticipation - When will it start? How deep will it get? - and then the bubbling excitement when those first few flakes begin to fall - It's snowing! He's also extremely practical - he checks the forecast; makes sure everyone has their hats, scarves, mittens, and boots; and calls them inside when they've been out too long. He's the wiper of runny, red noses and, placing his hands on either side of a little face, the warmer of cold, ruddy cheeks.

Tokito Muichiro

Like Giyu, Muichiro doesn't initially express a lot of outward emotion about the first snow. His reaction is more along the lines of, "Oh. It's snowing." But similar to Gyomei, he eventually gets into the spirit through the others' excitement. What initially seems like a bother - shoveling the sidewalk or bundling up - can quickly become novel once he's cajoled into participating. After all, it's not long before shoveling snow becomes a snowball fight and Muichiro is having the time of his life.

Obanai Iguro Obanai hates being cold. Even before the snow starts to fall, he's bundling up, head to toe - beanie, muffler, chunky sweater, flannel-lined pants, and thick wool socks at all times, even inside. But as much as he dislikes the cold, he knows how much Mitsuri loves it. So he dutifully adds a heavy parka and mittens, and takes her wherever she wants to go. He might be shivering, but as he watches her effervescent wonder and the snowflakes catching on her long eyelashes, his heart, at least, is warm.

Shinazugawa Sanemi

Sanemi doesn't really get what's so special about the first snow. In fact, he hardly notices it. What he does notice is everybody's excitement and - frankly? - he finds it irritating. Snow means the holidays are coming up, and he cannot stand all that schmaltzy Christmas "good will toward men" bullshit. The minute people start gathering 'round, putting "All I Want for Christmas Is You" on repeat, he's out the door to blow off steam, hitting the slopes on his snowboard, alone, just the way he likes it - that's what he tells himself anyway.

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winter weight

synopsis: toji has gained some weight this winter - it seems you don’t mind

this is part two -> read about summer!toji here

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It's said that "happy weight" is a very real thing in healthy relationships. Toji had always prided himself on being a big man, he worked out frequently and ate like a beast. But his physique has mostly remained the same impressive form. This winter, however, seemed to have changed that for the very first time.

Toji had noticed these past few days that he'd seemed to have put on a couple of pounds. His shirts were tighter now than they used to be, some of his sleeves seemed to almost cut off circulation, and with a quick feel of his stomach, it was clear that his body was... softening up.

He was not "insecure" per say, just- not in love with his newly added weight. He found himself pulling at the flesh of his stomach, not accustomed to the added fat and he barely walked around the house shirtless as of late.

You'd comment on this newfound modesty of his and he'd play it off as if he had been cold, but you know that your man couldn’t get cold, even in this winter weather.

One afternoon as you both lounged on the couch, you saw him pulling at the front of his T-shirt, flowing it out and away from his body. He didn't seem to be doing it intentionally, eyes focused on the television, but you certainly noticed.

That night he even went to bed with a shirt on which might just have been the very first time he's ever done that in his life.

You went to bed with this notion on your mind. The thing was... the man was totally irresistible to you, so you couldn't quite understand if he was suddenly worrying about his figure.

Toji always awoke before you did in the mornings. When you heard him in the bathroom, brushing his teeth, you stumbled out of bed and came up behind him, wrapping your arms around his form.

Toji is a big guy, he always has been. Only now you notice, when holding the man’s torso, your two arms barely reach around to the mans abs now…

You hum as you feel him up, and he doesn't push you away. Once upon a time you would have tried to tickle his sides, but having been around Toji for awhile now, you know he's not the ticklish type. Even so, your cold hands dance under his shirt and grope at him.

"Too early, ya know." You murmur into his broad back. "Won'tcha come back to bed."

"Get yer paws off me" he jitters, "you're freezing." He turns around to look at you now, facing downwards to meet your tired pout.

"Come warm up with me then." You finish speaking. Smooshing your cheeks into his back muscles and opening your mouth to press up against him and breathe a lung full of hot air through his shirt. While the warmth meets his spine you roll your hands back to his pudgy tummy, his happy trail…

"Alright, alright." He grabs the back of your neck and walks you back to bed. When you're just about within throwing distance, he grabs you by the sides of your chest and tosses you onto the mattress.

In the following moments you curl yourself upon him, your body splayed above his. Giggling, you can't help your wandering hands. He's so warm, you know?

He grabs at your wrist though, "Enough, don't fondle me." His eyes are teasing but you wonder if he's starting to feel unhappy with his body.

"Can't help it, you’re so handsome, ya' know?"

You can feel his muscles tense below you at the confession. He runs a hand through his hair and avoids your eyes. "Thats a bad argument."

You just hum and squish your arms under his back, molding your body to his.

Suddenly he speaks up, "I wouldn't work out as much if I knew you still liked me all fluffy". You hear an annoyed tint in his tone and move up to look at him.

"I like you in all your forms, Toji." And you mean it.

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes at your words and pulls your hands away.

"Don't move me, you're so hot." You tug your wrists in his grasp.

His eyebrows raise

He holds your gaze for a long while, and lifting a brow he slowly speaks, "Get another blanket then."

You stare at him, smiling. "No." You smoosh your face to his chest, "I wanna crawl under your skin... and eat your flesh..."

Toji knew what was coming, he gently pressed on your forehead before you could latch your jaw around his bicep.

"Don't. Even. Think about it." He holds in a giant grin.

"You're too chewable. C'mon..... comeoneeeee." You smirk at him, his palm still flush to your skull.

There's a pause, and just as you think he's gonna give in, he maintains pressure, running his hands down your neck, onto your waist and traps your body under his by rolling on top of you. There are wails of descent from your crushed form beneath him, but he holds you there, wrists in his grasp.

"Lemme go Toji." You tug at your wrists.

"Thought you wanted me heating you up." He huffs into your neck.

"Yeah, but I deserve the privilege of caressing a little more." You flex your hands again.

"You gonna behave?" his fingers run over your palms.

"Not a chance."

He grins, releasing you. Quick as lightning, your hands are up and under his shirt, running over his back. He's groaning into the mattress, something about icy hands, but he's sporting a big grin, leaning down to take a tiny bite of your shoulder.

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wait do people read first person stories and think they're the ones in the story???

Saw people talking about not liking first person, which is fair, but their reasoning was like "I would not do that" and I don't understand that mindset.

First person stories are still about a character. A character making their own decisions. First person isn't about you???? At least I thought it wasn't. What am I missing? I've always seen first person as just a more in-depth look into a character's mind and stricter POV. Not as a reader stand-in.

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before // during work 👓

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gift 🎀

twitter trend 👀

🔞 nsfw on patreon

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The worst is writing something, knowing in your heart it just does not work, and having to start all over.

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which of your faves accidentally leaves bruises on your after groping or grabbing at you

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❝ in which ryomen sukuna comforts his queen through anxiety. ❞ ❦ cw ; f!reader x heian era soft!sukuna. fluff! hurt/comfort. mentions of anxiety. ❦ words ; 573.

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You can picture the way all of Sukuna’s arms are folded across his chest, a scowl painted across his features from just the feeling of his gaze burning into the back of your head. When you turn to face him after entertaining the request of a woman with an offering for you, Sukuna’s queen, you’re not surprised to see him in exactly the pose you’d imagined.

“Your breathing is erratic. Are you unwell?”

You shoot your husband a meek smile. “It’s alright, Kuna. I’m just not feeling great,” you attempt to shrug him off, but the tattooed giant sees right through you. As though you aren’t right in the middle of something, one of his lower arms wraps around your thighs as he effortlessly lifts you up onto his shoulder. You gasp in surprise, anchoring yourself by gripping his bicep. It’s not uncommon for Sukuna to manhandle you, though he’s more gentle than usual.

You blink down at him as he ignores the rest of the guests and calmly makes his way to your shared chambers, setting you on the bed before leaning down to your height. “What ails you?”

You blink curiously up at him as it clicks that he’s being gentle because he doesn’t sense physical illness, but he does sense something is wrong and doesn’t know what to do. He may not be the most sensitive or understanding husband, but your king is oddly in-tune with your well-being.

“It’s just my anxiety, Kuna,” you tell him, attempting to brush him off and stay the strong wife he knows you as.

“Anxiety,” Sukuna repeats monotonously as he processes what you’re going through. He hums, standing at his full height. You can see the gears turning in his mind as you attempt to regulate your breathing and calm your racing heart.

After a moment, he seems to come to a decision and lifts the comforter of your bed before he removes his robes and sets them nearby. You watch him move around the room, your hand clutching your chest until he stands before you. He moves your hand, before removing your robes as well.

“Kuna, what-?” You’re cut off when all four of his arms wrap around you tightly, lifting you from the bed as he tucks you both beneath the covers. The king is like a furnace against your bare skin, soothing your discomfort as you realize he’s laid your head right over his heart. The steady drumming of his heart and rhythm of his breathing serve as a distraction from your muddied thoughts as his lower arms comfortably settle over you while his upper arms reach towards the bedside table.

“Is this what you are reading?” He asks, red irises focusing on your small figure tucked into his side as he holds a book up to you.

As it dawns on you what he’s doing to comfort you, your lips purse as you nod.

His deep voice breaks the silence when he finds the place your bookmark is laid as he begins reading to you. He won’t like the book, you know that much, but every once in a while, you get a glimpse of just how soft the king of curses can get when it’s for his most treasured queen. As you softly cuddle into him, letting your worries fall away while you listen to the sound of his voice, you know that this is one of those moments.

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❦ a/n ; a little something self-indulgent while i work on college!sukuna.

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Warsan Shire, from "For Women Who Are Difficult to Love"

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Since I've been getting some traction from a particular demographic recently, I want to be very clear that this is a safe space for queer people.

❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤🤎🩵🩷🤍

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not an anti or a pro-shipper but a third secret thing (adult with job)

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nanami “helps” ino fuck his girlfriend (drabble)

minors and ageless blogs dni (18+ only)

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“like this?” ino asks nanami while he thrusts into you in missionary, trying to hit your sweet spot. ino jerks and gasps again you when nanami grips his hips from behind and helps him roll his hips more, making his tip push right against that sensitive bundle inside you, making you gasp. “good boy, roll your hips and aim upwards, that’s where her gspot is.”

sex with ino was more than amazing, but sometimes he struggled finding that spot with his cock, he never left you unsatisfied though. you cry out when nanami reaches under your bodies and grabs your thigh in his massive hand, pushing it back. “put her leg over your shoulder, it makes it easier to penetrate her deeper.” just like he said, when ino put your leg over his shoulder and leaned over you, he slammed his cock inside you and stars erupted behind your eyes when he hit that spot dead on.

“did that feel good? did he hit your gspot sweetheart?” nanami asks, keeping his hands in his pockets like a gentleman even though you can see his cock twitch in his pants. it’s so big, tenting the fabric and making you wonder just how big it is under there. you nod as an answer, and he gives you a warm smile that melts you from the inside out.

“n-nanami, am i doing it right? is this good?” ino asks through a cry, his hips stuttering and shaking as he tries to hold back. “ask her if you’re doing good.” nanami replies, removing his hand from his pocket to brush his fingers down inos sides in a feather like motion. ino shivers.

“h-he wants you to praise him.” you whine. you know he can feel you squeezing around him, showing him how much you like it, how close he’s getting you. nanami hums, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine and making you clench around your boyfriends cock as his mentor slides his hand down to his peachy ass.

“is she right?” he asks, gripping a handful of his ass. the sight makes you gasp, even more so when he pushes hard against his ass and forces him deep inside you. “yes, yes, please, tell me i’m fucking my girlfriend good, p-please.” kento grabs his ass again, and when his thumb accidentally—or maybe not so accidentally, rubs against the side of his hole, ino stiffens and bites his lip, hard, before his eyes roll back in his head and he collapses and you feel him shoot inside you. the first time he’s ever finished first.

“ino? what was that? did you just come?” nanami asks, ino whines in response, you hold him tightly against you and dig your nails into his back and squeeze around him when his warmth fills you. “that doesn’t deserve praise. you need to make sure you always bring your partner to orgasm before you.” he scolds, making ino whine again. you can’t help but smile and kiss his head.

“again.” nanami orders abruptly, making ino unbury his head from your neck to turn and stare at him. his face is stern, unwavering, “i do not care if you are sensitive, you came before your partner, so now you will keep fucking her and finish her off.” as if that wasn’t incentive enough—fucking his girlfriend again while his mentor watches, he adds, “maybe then i’ll give you the praise you want so badly.”

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men rolling up their sleeves to expose their forearms make me feel like a victorian man seeing a bare ankle