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12 Days of Christmas: 2024 Christmas Event

Day 3: Snow Angels

Pairing: Wind & Reader

Warning(s): N/A

Notes: In which you teach a very sweet sailor the joys of snow.

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If there was one thing you learned after all those months of traveling with nine heroes, it was that mornings never came easily. There was always something to do or fight, and while you didn't mind the 'up-and-at-em' lifestyle, it was a rare treat to just lay in bed and do absolutely nothing for a good half hour. Like now, though you suspected it was partly because Time had managed to locate an inn just as the snowstorm you'd been wading through reached epic, snow-swept magnitudes.

You stretched languidly, mouth opening in a yawn larger than you'd have liked to admit, and proceeded to snuggle deeper into your cocoon. Every part of you was sore, and your only condolences was the knowledge that you weren't alone in that feeling.

"Good morning," Four commented from beside you. He was fully dressed, leaning against the headboard with a thick, leather-bound book in his lap. You blinked up at him, realized the magnitude of your bedhead, and huffed, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to regain some of your presentability.

"...How are you even awake right now? It's like... nine in the morning."

"Actually, Wind woke me," said the Smith, though you knew that was bullshit. He was just as capable of sleeping through the calamity that was the youngest hero as the rest of you. You rested your cheek on the pillow, turning onto your side to face him. Occasionally sharing a bed with the heroes had taken some getting used to, but they were beyond respectful, and you usually roomed with Wind, anyways. Four only joined when 'tragedy struck', as he explained whilst climbing over you and the Sailor at the buttcrack of dawn, and you hadn't the courage to request an elaboration.

The door creaked open and Four's expression morphed into a grin, which was the only warning you got before something slammed into your side and Wind's screech assaulted your eardrums. "Wake up! It's snowing!"

"Fu– It's been snowing for days, Wind," you coughed, having been pushed to lay on your stomach by the menace currently sitting atop the blankets, pinning your legs to the bed.

"And it's stopped storming," Four joined in, flipping a page in his book.

"And it's a little early to be a smartass," you grumbled, burying your face in the pillow. Both heroes chuckled, though Wind sounded more like a rusty plank than anything. You didn't judge; you had been his age once.

"C'mon, (Y/n)," Wind poked your shoulder, not to be deterred. "You're my only hope. Warriors is doing his eyeliner and Time refused to get up."

Of course they were. "Four's here," you tried, praying to whatever deity existed to grant you just ten more minutes in your cocoon.

A scoff. "Do you want me to get buried?"

You lifted your head high enough to level a flat look at the shortest hero. "My deepest apologies, Smithy. I hadn't noticed."

"Hilarious," Four deadpanned, looking just as exhausted as you felt, though it didn't stop him from reaching over to ruffle your hair, earning an outraged squawk.

"You little–!" You tried to sit up and swat him, but Wind's weight pulled you back down when the Sailor wrapped his arms around your neck, leaning into your back. Fuck, when had he gotten so heavy? "Sailor, get off–"

"Not until you show me how to make those snow gods!"

You paused, exasperation temporarily overridden. "Snow... what?"

Unlike Four, Wind was happy to elaborate. "The ones you were telling Wild about, remember? Where you lay down?"

Oh. OH. "Wind, do you mean 'snow angels'?"

Four perked up a the obvious opportunity to showcase his sass. "That's why he asked–"

"–One more word and you're over, Smithy," you warned playfully, to which Four raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, buddy, just let me get dressed and we'll go."

Wind cheered and rolled to the floor, practically sprinting out of the room. You chuckled at his excitement, sitting up with the comforter pooled around your hips, clothed in some legging you managed to scrounge up early in the journey. "So, what're you reading?"

"Something Warriors lent me," Four flipped the cover for you to see, and you weren't surprised when the words 'Complete Weaponry Compendium' met your gaze. Fitting, for a blacksmith. "He's got a few more in his pack; I just borrow them."

"Mm," you hummed, slipping out of bed and trudging to rife through your pack for a warmer tunic. Four took it as a sign to make himself scarce, calling out a kind goodbye before leaving, the door closing behind him with a thud. Now alone, you changed out of your sleep tunic, throwing on an embroidered number you'd scrounged from the market, followed by some thicker pants, the blue-green cloak Wind gifted you, and your trusty boots.

Despite the veritable mountains of snow from yesterday, the heavens were still spewing droves of snowflakes by the time you managed to drag yourself to the inn's front porch, face crinkled as you turned your disapproving gaze to the sky above. The cold nipped your nose, and you drew the cloak a bit tighter around yourself.

"(Y/n)!" You turned just in time to catch Sky's incoming approach. He was dressed normally, though you didn't fail to notice the thick red scarf looped tightly around his neck. "It's good to see you up."

"You're lucky, considering last night," you joked, bumping your shoulder against his. "Did you see those drifts? I thought we were going to have to dig a tunnel just to get to town!"

"I can't say I've seen anything like it," the Chosen hero agreed with a grin. "We're lucky we managed to find an inn."

"Tell me about it. Me, Wind, and Four were out in minutes."

The Skyloftian raised a brow. "Four? I thought only you and Wind were rooming."

"So did I, but he showed up around dawn saying 'tragedy struck' and Hylia knows I wouldn't make him sleep outside," you shrugged; it wasn't a bit deal, really, you just liked having something to bitch about. "But it's fine, I hardly noticed."

"Hm," Sky chose not to comment, turning his gaze to the snowy drifts just beyond the safety of the porch. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for Wind, would you?"

You perked up. "Actually, I am. Have you seen him?"

It was then that you noticed several sets of tracks curving behind one of the mountains of snow. It was also then that Sky's smile ticked up, gaining a mischievous lit that had you haphazardly questioning who's side the knight was truly on. "Sky, buddy, for everything holy, please don't tell me he went out with Legend and Wild," you pleaded, terror coursing through you at the thought of the boys lying in wait for you.

"Okay, I won't tell you."

You groaned, long and loud, and smacked the hero's shoulder. "You're terrible, the lot of you."

"I'm sure they'll scream as a warning," the Skyloftian bastard offered with a shit-eating grin that suggested he would be even less help than Hyrule in the kitchen.

"I hate it here."

"I'll be sure to tell Time while you're getting buried."

"Time can suck it," you hissed, though not before making sure the old man wasn't within earshot. You'd learned early on that the bastard had the ears of a bat when it came to any form of ill-wishing, and it was far too early to square up with his patented dad gaze. "And so can you. Actually, here's a present," you reached down, grabbed a handful of snow, and chucked it at him before the cold could seep into your bare flesh. Sky dodged magnificently, leaving your gift to splat against the outer wall of the inn, and you scowled at the sound of his hearty laughter.

"Do you want that delivered physically or spiritually?" The Chosen Hero chortled, and you did the only mature thing available: flip a certain appendage in his direction, turn on your heel, and march into the wilderness.

Frigid wind whipped against your face as you padded forward, following the footsteps with bated apprehension broiling in your gut. Not that you believed any real harm would come to you, but you had gotten up for this shit, and you'd be damned if you'd let the little assholes pelt you with iceballs because, really, there was no way they were going to do this half-assed.

"Wind?" You called, tugging your cloak a bit tighter around yourself. You passed the drift, and the footsteps stretched in another bend around a different pseudo-mountain. Fucking hell, it was like he was trying to lead you on.

Until you heard a crunch, then a giggle, and something hard connected with the small of your back.

"Bullseye!" came Legend's tone, which you immediately recognized because of how damn annoying it was. You whirled around, gearing up to give the perpetrators the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, only for yet another snowball to smack against your chest. A gasp left you, and you scrambled to wipe the slush from your tunic before it could soak in.

"You motherf–!"

"Language, (Y/n), there's children present," Legend chortled, flanked by a grinning Wind and guffawing Wild. All of them had at least two snowballs on hand, and you regretted not staying in bed. Four never would have disrespected you like this. You leveled your best glare at the trio, but they only laughed harder. Jerks. And, just when you thought it couldn't get worse, it did. "Does that tunic come in womens?"

Don't say it, don't say it–

"I think you come in enough women for all of us," you blurted, far too done with their bullshit to bother censoring what was frankly a magnificent comeback. Legend sputtered, ears reddening as his face morphed in a rare expression of shock.

"I–!"

"Stuff it, gay boy," you waved a hand, cutting off the hero's impassioned rant before turning to Wind. "Hey, you little traitor, ready to make snow angels?"

Wind nodded and threw his snowballs to the ground, happily bounding over with a blinding grin. "Mhm!"

You chuckled, leaving the other two in the snow as you guided the youngest hero to a quieter area, placing your hands on your hips. "Do you remember what to do first?"

"Lay down?" Wind tried hopefully, and you ruffled his hair.

"Right on, bud," you took the opportunity to plop down on the undisturbed snow, letting your cape fan across the still ground.

The Sailor followed your lead, and the two of you were laughing within minutes, entirely consumed in the artful flailing required for such a task. Wild and Legend–after recovering from your grievous burn–joined shortly after, as did Sky, though you suspected it was only an excuse to catch a few Z's when no one could scold him.

"I'm making another one!" Wind proclaimed, standing up with the utmost caution, careful not to disturb the perfect indent his third try had yielded. You encouraged him with a thumbs up, having not moved from your original angel, and Wild chuckled heartily from his spot to the right of you. As the reigning trendsetter of the group (Warriors wept, you were sure), the Champion had elected to create his angel face first, bits of snow caked in his long hair. There was an outraged gasp. "Wild! What are you doing?!"

"Participating, duh," was Wild's response, and you tastefully took a page from Sky's book: closing your eyes and pretending that your life was still completely, totally normal. "You alive, (Y/n)?"

"Nope," you chirped, cracking an eye open when a shadow loomed over you. It was Wind, wearing a grin large enough to block out the sun. "Sorry, bud, my heart just couldn't handle it."

"The snow or our combined awesomeness?" the Champion asked cheekily, lifting his head just enough to shoot a wink your way. "That's a trick question; it's obviously both, right, Legend?"

"Go fuck yourself," grumbled the Veteran from somewhere behind you. He too was facedown, but you supposed it was more for a general loss of will to deal with these hooligans rather than a desire to stand out in the most obnoxious way possible.

Wild's expression turned devious. "Yeah, because I don't just come in w–"

"Don't you dare finish that," you interrupted in a desperate attempt to spare Wind's innocence. The Sailor was still staring at you, but he was a child, and children looked at stuff all the time, so you resolved not to take it personally. "There are young, impressionable children here–"

"Actually, I think Wild's been corrupted enough-- hey!" Legend squawked when you reached over your head, blindly grabbing his hair and (gently) shoving his face further into the snow. You released him, and the sounds of sputtering could be heard. "Ugh! You'll pay for that, you little brat."

"Whatever," you snorted, sitting up to throw the pink-haired hero a glance over your shoulder, though it quickly flicked to Sky, who hadn't moved in at least five minutes. "Besides, Sky will save me."

"Hm?" Sky's head popped up and he regarded you with tired eyes. "I don't know," his gaze moved to Legend. "Can you do it before Time gets here?"

You were aghast. "Really, Sky? After all we've been through?"

"I'm just kidding," the Chosen Hero chuckled, just as Wind chimed, brandishing a snowball: "I'll protect you, (Y/n)! En Grande, Legend!"

"It's 'en garde', you literal child–" the Hero of Legend hissed. You scooted closer and slapped a hand over his mouth, earning an outraged growl.

"Shh, shh, let him have this," you interrupted. Legend yanked your hand down by the wrist, but it was enough time for Wind to reel his arm back threateningly. Undeterred, you grinned. "See, look how rewarding this experience is?"

"Oh no, it's the mom voice," Wind teased, and you swatted a handful of snow at him. "Hey–! I didn't say you were a mom!"

There was a crunch of snow and a new voice joined the fray. "Who's a mom?"

"Me, duh," you informed Twilight, who looked like he had only just crawled out of bed, which was funny for a guy who usually rose at the asscrack of dawn on his own. "Sleep well, Rancher?"

"Like a' horse. Now, someone wanna tell me why y'all are sprawled out like a bunch'ah kids?"

"We're making snow angels!" Wind explained proudly. "But (Y/n) died, so we're planning a funeral."

They were? You were not informed.

"Is tha' so?" Twilight's glance in your direction was curious, but you just shrugged.

"My heart couldn't take the snow or their combined awesomeness. Allegedly, of course."

"...Good fer ya?"

"Yes, Twilight, this is very good for me–"

"Ugh, can you two stop flirting?" Legend cut in like the bitch he was, and you shared a glance with the Rancher, who shrugged his shoulders. Wild snickered, but you ignored him for your own mental wellbeing.

Wind cleared his throat, clearly disinterested with whatever the fuck was happening. "Wanna make angels with us because Legend's salty?"

Twilight's grin returned. "Ah'd love nothin' more, Sailor."

Within minutes, the sound of pealing laughter echoed through the crisp winter air, and you realized– with an exhausted Wind pressed to your side, no less–that, even though mornings were tough, there was always joy to be found when you were with your boys.

The plot got away from me on this one, but I'm still very proud of it! Get ready for some Nailed It! worthy fails with Hyrule next!

[caffeine-clouds]

"It's for the best that he's forgotten about me"

SINCE WHEN COULD ANGST HURT SO BAD??? NO. NO. THIS CHAPTER FUCKED ME UP. MORE THAN THE LAST ONE. I'M NOT JOKING.

Also damn Sonic's rant about romance hit wayyyy too close to home I love this.

I genuinely cannot wait for the next chapter- your writing style, the ideas that you have, the sheer RAW EMOTION in your work. It's unreal I have never been THIS obsessed with a fic in a looong while, and you managed to do it so easily, it's great- you're legit my favourite writer, I'm not kidding, I'm being 100% serious you are my favourite writer-

just AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAH MY HEART BROOOO I GOT THIS NOTIFICATION WHILE I WAS AT WORK AND IT MADE ME SO HAPPY FOR THE REST OF MY SHIFT OIJIDHFGJDFDKSL

Oh shit - didn't expect this chapter to hit as hard as the last XD - or in this case, even more so. WHOOPS. Sonic deserves to rant about romance, I think. Let the aro man speak, I say. Glad you liked it! Thank you thank you THANK YOU SO MUCH! I- THIS IS UNREAL?? I AM SO HONOURED TO BE CONSIDERED YOUR FAV WRITER. I AM BOWING. I AM- GOING FERAL, UNHINGED. I'm just - AAAAAAH SO GRATEFUL 💕💕💕 I AM NOW VERY FUZZY AND WARM, BLESS YOUR HEART.

[hopewrld2]

Filter - JM

↣ Summary: After day 2 of the concert, you just couldn’t take it anymore. Your boyfriend’s song already had you weak in the knees when you first heard it, but the dance is what made you want him even more. After the performance you made an irritational decision, one that could get you both caught.

↣ Genre: Smut (with some fluff because why not)

↣ Paring: Jimin x Reader

↣ Warnings: Dom Jimin (sub for like 2 seconds), sub reader, potential of being caught, kind of public sex, daddy Jimin because why not, choking, squirting, rough rough sex (because who would I be if it wasn’t), oral (m receiving), deepthroating, cussing, impregnation kink because I'm a whore for it :) , hitting it from the back doggy style andddd I think that’s it...if I forgot something let me know :) now off to reading. 

↣ Word Count: 921 (thought that it would be longer but oh well)

↣ A/N: am i late to posting this...yes. do i care...kinda no. i was just rewatching day 2 of the concert and then holy shit bruh...purple is 100000000 jimin’s color (might be writing a my time one too for jk, depends when inspiration hits again...thank you guys so much for supporting my first smut (the savage love one) :) now let’s get it)

You watched in awe as your boyfriend was on the screen. His movements incredibly fluid and precise as he stared into the camera with so much intensity that you had to sit down.

When his bold move came on, and his legs moved slowly and then quickly, your eyes widened. He hadn’t allowed you to see him practice his solo because he said it was going to be a surprise, he insisted you sit out on yesterday’s performance of filter for reasons unexplained, but in reality he knew what purple on him did to you.

He was right, the wetness growing slowly, but surely, in your panties was a dead giveaway. You weren't even the type to take control, but this performance was doing things to you...tonight might be something new for the both of you.

The song ended and he ran backstage to greet you, his suit and hair still the same way they were in the performance. You gaped at him, getting even more turned on when you could see him up close.

His smile brought you back down to earth, "What'd you think?" He questioned lightly, obviously eager for your reply.

"What'd I think?!" You responded exasperatedly, hitting him on the chest lightly, "It was fucking amazing Chim you looked so freaking good."

His smile widened, catching up with his eyes. You didn't match his smile, too distracted on eyeing up your boyfriend.

Suddenly, you felt arms encase you from behind. Not even realizing that Jimin had moved at all.

You felt his lips brush against your ear, breath warming you. "I bet you're soaked aren't you?" He questioned, hands slowly roaming your body. His changes in atmosphere used to confuse you, but now you’re just used to it. He could go from smiley ChimChim to daddy in a second, and he always loved to make you remember that. You jumped when you felt his fingers on the hem of your jeans, turning around abruptly.

"Not here Jimin!" You hissed, glancing around to see if any of the staff had stopped to see your little moment. With this new angle, and your front pressing against his, you could feel his semi-hard lightly on your stomach and it took every ounce of your restraint to not go feral right then.

He groaned when you shifted slightly, "I suggest you start moving before I take you right here in front of everyone, just so they can hear how pretty you sound fucked out and screaming my name."

His full lips started placing wet kisses down your temple, headed for your neck. You knew at this rate, you would give in and give everyone in this room a show that could be even more memorable then what he just performed on stage.

Pulling away, you grabbed his hand, leading him into a meeting room away from everyone else. Time the door shut, his hands were all over you. Roaming every part of you in hurried motions. He kissed you feverishly, all parts of your sanity withering away quickly.

His cold hand found their way under your shirt, making you nip on his lip lightly causing him to moan in your mouth.

That was all it took for your willpower to exit immediately.

Your clothes were long forgotten as you struggled to get Jimin's suit off. You let out some profanities as you struggled more, causing Jimin to laugh and take over.

Time his shirt came off, you were meet with his taunt abs, your hands roaming them while pulling his pants down.

Lowering yourself to your knees, you came face to face with your biggest challenge. You've never been able to completely deepthroat him due to not only his length, but his girth too. But today, you were going to do it. He gave you a performance to remember, and now you’ll return the favor.

You gave the raging tip kitty licks, making Jimin's hand come shooting down to tangle in your hair. You stopped immediately lifting your mouth off of him, "Uh uh Chim, no touching. I'm in control."

His hooded eyes took you in, thinking how beautiful you looked trying to take control. He laughed internally, knowing that this "control" lasted for one thing and only one thing and that you would go right back to subbing when his dick was buried deep inside of you.

After he seemed to get the message, you went back to sucking him. The lewd sounds filling the small room, making you thankful that it was so chaotic outside due to the concert.

You glanced up and met his eyes which were filled with not only lust, but love as well. He let out a strangled groan as he closed his eyes, the feeling of his dick going all the way to the back of your throat for once was incredible. His hand came down to tangle in your hair, ripping you off of him while catching his breath.

Cocking your head sideways you looked at him, waiting for an explanation as to why the first time you ever deep throat him, he practically shoves you off of him.

"Holy shit," he breathed out, "that was incredible."

You gave him a small smile, which slowly turned into a frown. "If it was so great why did you take me off of you?"

His eyes bore into your own as he walked towards you, titling your chin up, "Because the only thing I want to cum in tonight is that pretty little pussy of yours baby."

That was all it took to get you back into your submissive state. Brain clouding with lust as you stared at him. 

The next thing you knew, you were flipped over on the table in the dim room, Jimin’s cock resting on your back as he leaned over and whispered in you ear, “I promise you that this is going to be more memorable than Filter.” 

You felt your arousal begin to drip down your thigh just with his simple words. Beginning to get embarrassed at how wet he can make you.  

Without hesitation, he slammed his cock into you, making you both release loud moans. “Oh my god Chim. Holy fuck.” 

He was ramming into you in record speed, the table scooting forward with the brute force of his thrusts. The lewd sounds filled the room, you could’ve sworn that you guys could be heard over the loud music filling the background. 

Taehyung’s performance started, Inner child being blasted into the background. Jimin didn’t slow down, even as your knees started to give out, he wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you back into his chest. 

“Inner Child,” Jimin grunted, “How bout I fuck a baby into you hmm? You would like that wouldn’t you?” 

In your fucked out state, you couldn’t do anything but eagerly nod, not being able to form coherent sentences. You knew it was just words said in the moment, you having your birth control implant would prevent it from happened, but only Jimin could make such a touching song dirty. 

A familiar knot started forming in your stomach, and when you squeezed around Jimin’s dick, he knew you were close. 

“You’re close aren’t you? Getting ready to cum all over my dick?”

“Mhmmm” You moaned out, “Jimin- fuck- I’m about to-”

With one long pull out, and then a hard snap that knocked over a chair, you were cumming all over his dick. An unfamiliar feeling of wetness added. 

He fucked you through your high, cumming shortly after and releasing your throat. 

“Did you just-” He laughed lightly as you surveyed the situation, “And you said that I could never make you squirt.” 

You shook your head, resting your back against the table while Jimin placed everything where it used to be and got dressed. Giving you a sympathetic look, he helped you get dressed. 

“You won’t be able to walk will you?” He asked, trying his best not to smile.

You gave him a weary look, “Since when have I been able to walk after you’re through with me?” 

He chuckled, placing a kiss to your forehead, “It was worth the wait wasn’t it?” He questioned. 

You couldn’t help but sigh, “It most definitely was.” 

[creepy-bi-day]

Uhh hello fren! Idk if ur taking requests or not? It’s ok if u aren’t but if u r? May I request a matchup w EMH,MH,or MLA0? (U can pick which one I’m not picky lol) I’m a cis female who’s Bisexual. I’m 5’4 on the chubbier side w shoulder length blonde hair that’s like super wavy kinda got an 80s vibe to it and grey/blue eyes. Don’t really have an aesthetic unless u consider being an indecisive clown one? 😅 if I had to pick tho either sporty/comfy trash goblin or wanna be alt there is no in between!

If I had to describe my self I’m huge Dork for starters? 😂😅 I’m also sort of the overly concerned aunt friend that is either the big extrovert in one group or the introvert in the other there’s no in between! I’ve also been told I have occasional confused af bimbo vibes??🤣 I really luv cosplaying, writing, ART ANYTHING!!!, movies (cartoons and horror movies r my favs!) honestly just horror anything? :/ Doing FX make up, music don’t really have any specific favorite I’ll pretty much listen to anything, and learning new useless facts about random stuff! I luv animals specifically aquatic ones, I also luv to collect useless things and sometimes tern them into little trinkets like the trash goblin I am.

I also have epilepsy, bilateral hip dysplasia (means I was born without a hip socket and walking is whack I have a severe case of old lady bones lol), and anxiety.

Idk if ur doing NSFW or not but if u r? Her r a few things for the NSFW: the biggest of subs!!!,light BDSM, daddy/master/sir stuff, breeding, edging, hair pulling, degrading & praise, (cough cough may or may not be a small bit of a monster fucker but it’s whatever cough cough) and weapons stuff Yeah that’s about all I can think of 😅

Also thank u so much man ur writing is like really amazing btw! 💕

Sorry this took so long!! And thank you so much for the compliment!! <3

I ship you with...

Evan!

sfw

He loves your style, tbh. And that's one of the things that drew him to you originally

Please steal his clothes

He loves horror!

He will gladly help you take videos of cosplay or help you choose a new character

Probably has asked you to cosplay Lady Dimetrescu

If you're having a bad anxiety day, he will gladly cancel any plans and just hold you

Loves to add to your collection of trinkets.

"Hey, I found this shiny rock and this Romanian coin."

He's good at helping you get your bearings after a seizure, and will do whatever you need to help avoid them

He's your biggest fan, tbh. He brags about you and your art/cosplay to anyone that'll listen.

NSFW

do you like knives? :))

He will gladly show you exactly how skilled he is with using his.

He likes rope, and loves to see you nice and tied up for him

Please please call him Master in the bedroom. He will go feral

He's a sadomasochist, so..

Please leave marks

Claw marks down his back, bite marks, whatever. Just please mark him up

He will gladly fulfill your love of degradation and praise

Sometimes in the same breath

"Such a good little slut, aren't you? Daddy's perfect little whore."

Overall? 10/10 best boy. Would fuck