#New York Christmas Baking

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Learning you by heart (11/?)

Merry Christmas to everyone!!

I currently don't have more of this story written and I'm short on time so please bear with me, thank you xx

SMUT WARNING 18+, entire chapter is smut

Chapter 11: Everything and more

The cab ride to your house was one filled with giddy glances and small touches that made you warm enough to take off your scarf to find some relief. It was impossible to keep the atmosphere casual when all you and Natasha could do was giggle like two fools in love as you sat at the back, both fighting the urge to kiss the other to maintain some implicit social rules to avoid making the driver uncomfortable. Your hand was over her sheer tights tracing small circles into her thigh. You imagined different shapes that you drew against her, your touch outlining hearts and stars along the muscle of her outer thigh, the corners of Natasha’s lips remaining up in a small grin that couldn’t be wiped off her face. The driver dropped you off in front of the brownstone, you and Natasha rushing up the steps. You dug out your key and unlocked the door, kicking it shut after Natasha had entered, both of you dropping your purses to the floor and tugging off your outerwear. The second you were free of your coat, Natasha’s hands were on your body, pulling you close, her lips kissing their way down your jaw to your lips.

She brought your leg up as high as your dress allowed, gathering the fabric up in the process to be able to lift you into her arms. She did it so effortlessly that you felt a visceral reaction to it, a moan leaving your lips. Her hands found your buttocks, smoothing over the curve of your behind, the outside of your thighs before going up your back to your shoulders and arms. She repeated the circle a few times, simply feeling your body against hers, your legs wrapped around her waist tightly, arms around her neck as you kissed her breathless. Your heels slipped off your feet, thudding somewhere on the floor of the entrance as Natasha carried you into the living room, plopping down on the cushions rather carelessly, a small squeal leaving your mouth as you squished her into the couch, eliciting a joyous chuckle from her before your lips were once more connected. She rubbed your thighs again, simply to feel you, reminding herself that you were real, you were warm and alive in her arms. You were right there touching her, pressed up against her.

“You look so gorgeous tonight”, Natasha said quietly into the kiss, the words tickling your lips, bringing a smile to your face.

“So do you.” You chuckled softly, arching yourself a little closer to her when you felt her hands at the back of your dress, tracing the zipper of it, her fingertips flicking the pull tab. She pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, your hands playing with her hair at the back of her head, gently scratching her neck.

“Can I?” Her hand found the zipper, ready to pull it down.

“Yeah”, you breathed out the words in between chaste pecks against her lips. You felt your stomach flip when you heard the gentle purr of the zipper as it slid down, the cool air of the room brushing over your warm back. It made you want to shiver, the entire situation did. She eyed you intensely as she undressed your top half, carefully peeling down the fabric to reveal your lace bra. It was the most beautiful one you owned and the fact that you had put it on just in case was luckily paying off. Your cheeks heated rapidly, burning up as her gaze slid down to your breasts, her hands uncovering you like you were a neatly wrapped Christmas present. The look in her eyes was soft, adoring, your nipples straining against the thin lace of the bra when you felt her fingertips skim over your breasts. You couldn’t help but move, your hips pressing down on her lap as you squirmed slightly, unable to handle the undivided attention that was directed at you. It made you buzz in a way that you hadn’t felt with anyone you had recently been with. You had forgotten how thrilling it was to feel such strong infatuation.

“I love the bra”, she hummed softly, allowing her thumb to swipe over the lace cup, rubbing over your hard nipple in the process. She could barely see the darker patch of skin through the dark red bra, her heart hammering in her chest in anticipation.

“Good. I chose it for you”, you whispered with a small, infectious smirk on your lips that Natasha immediately returned, pleased out of her mind. She allowed her left hand to cup your breast, giving it a gentle squeeze, her eyes rising up to see your reaction to her touch. You blinked slowly as if resisting the urge to just close your eyes and sink into her. “Take it off”, you moaned lightly, desperate to get out of your clothes so that you could feel her against your bare skin. You kissed her with such fervent passion that Natasha could be nothing but flattered by it.

“Shh, baby, slowly. I’m not going anywhere.” She laughed quietly, affectionately, caressing the side of your head, her mouth lingering close to your own, unable to fully part from you. “I want to savor the moment.” She said in a playful tone, earning a breathy chuckle from you.

“Mmh, savor it some other time.” You sighed at the feel of her right hand joining her left one on your chest, both of your breasts getting equal treatment. Your comment made her laugh again, Natasha leaning in to kiss you. She would have loved to keep teasing you, but it was impossible for her to resist the temptation of seeing you bare. She wanted to know if you looked the same, if you felt the same, had the same birthmark, moles, and freckles. She wanted so very badly to know more.

“Hmm, alright, detka (baby). I’ll let it slide this time.” Her words and the tone she spoke with made a spark of warmth glide down your spine. You had a feeling you were not going to get your way for the rest of the night. She unhooked your bra, sliding the straps off your arms to let your breasts free from the support of the lingerie. She swallowed thickly, wanting nothing more than to latch onto your perky nipple, the alluring smile on your face bringing a blush to her cheeks, their pinkness only deepening. Unable to control the raging passion inside her she threw you down onto the couch cushions, eliciting a joyous scream from you that was followed by a long giggle as your head hit the pillow at the end of the couch. She knelt between your legs, her hands caressing your outer thighs and knees as she looked down at you, your hair splayed out to frame your face. Your eyes met, your wild grin squeezing at Natasha’s heart.

You lifted your hips up enough to allow you to slide your dress and the waistband of your tights down your hips, Natasha’s eyes glued on the way the act made your breasts move, causing her to lag behind slightly before she realized to help you with undressing, peeling your tights off slowly to avoid ripping them. You were left with the bottom piece of your matching lingerie set, the dark red triangle disappearing between your legs.

“Fuck.” The word was nothing but a whisper, so imperceptible that you weren’t sure if you had imagined it. Natasha wasted no time in leaning over you, your hands finding her waist to welcome her into your arms. She kissed your lips hastily, impatiently as if unable to decide which part of you to kiss first, the kisses descending down your jaw and neck, Natasha dizzy with arousal when her lips trailed over the sensitive skin of your throat before reaching your collarbones. She nipped you gently, making you gasp, more goosebumps finding your skin, your hands moving into her hair to mess up her styled curls. You brushed your fingers through them, ruffling them up to make them messy because there was nothing sexier than a woman with a messy bed head. Once her curls were fluffed up to perfection, your hands found her dress again, tugging on it feebly to communicate to her that you wanted it off. Your hands moved rather automatically to the back of the dress to pull down the zipper. Natasha backed away from your neck enough to get the entire dress off her, your hands baring her upper body completely, throwing the piece of clothing to the floor. You gasped in surprise at the lack of underwear you had just discovered, staring right at Natasha’s bare breasts. She smirked at your obvious reaction, bracing herself against the couch to leave a small gap between you as you unabashedly admired her figure, taking in her dark pink nipples, the fullness of her heavy breasts, the way her collarbones framed her chest.

“My god, you’re beautiful”, you whispered in awe, your hand reaching up to cup her breast. She was truly a sight with her tousled hair, sexy eyes, and plump lips that you had kissed pink. The skin of her chest was warm and oh-so silky smooth, prompting you to touch her with both of your hands. You fondled her chest, rubbing your hands over her upper body in a way that made Natasha’s eyes flutter shut, your touch causing her to melt right into you. She moved her head lower, her wet kisses finally finding your chest. She glanced up at you, unable to wipe off her smile, her tongue licking over one of your breasts with ardent greed. You arched your back off the couch, tugging her hips tighter against your own with one hand, the other gripping her hair in a way that Natasha was going to remember forever. You moaned at the feeling of her lips wrapping around your nipple, your other breast getting palmed by her hand.

“Oh, mmh, that feels so good, love”, you whispered, your eyes closed and body feeling heavy. Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, her mouth full of your breast, her teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, the sounds making your underwear damper than they already were. She moved over to the other breast, giving it a similar treatment before moving lower, kissing down your abdomen to your navel and hips where she found the mark she had been looking for. You still had the same patch of discoloration in the shape of a disfigured star on your skin, although it wasn’t under your left breast, but on your right hip instead. Natasha kissed over it, like she always had, her eyes threatening to sting with tears from discovering yet another part of the old you that she had lost.

She sat up, her hands stroking casually over your bare legs, her feather-light touch making you shiver. You were so wet you could feel it, your body pushing out more arousal as you pulsed around nothing, beyond ready for more. She looked down at your thighs, following the movement of her hand as her finger dipped to your inner thigh, caressing the lace of your underwear, the look on her face one of admiration. You felt your cheeks flush with a searing heat as you imagined all the possibilities you had at hand, your gaze dipping down to her mouth, those lips curving into a slight smirk. She leaned down to kiss your knee, stroking her hand up your thigh, nearly making you tremble with such a simple act.

“Tell me, baby. I’ll give you whatever you need.” It was as if she could see right into your mind, so in tune with you and your thoughts. You bit your lip, tucking your face against your shoulder to hide how affected you were by her, your stomach bubbling with warmth. After gathering yourself, you managed to sit up, your lips finding hers rather automatically, your hand slipping beneath the waistband of her tights. Natasha caught onto your wishes, lifting her hips off the couch by getting onto your knees, your hands pulling the sheer fabric down her thighs, your mouths busy exchanging sloppy kisses. She changed her position again to allow you to inch the tights down her calves and off her feet until she was bare for you. She leaned over you, pushing you onto your back, her hand cupping your sex, lips only deepening your kiss as your own hand found its way between her strong thighs. Your fingertips felt over the black lace of her thong, the fabric damp in a very telling way, your lips threatening to stretch into a smile in the middle of your kiss.

The way Natasha kissed you was indescribable. It felt needy, desperate, yet passionate. If you would have had to describe it with a single word, you would have used starved. The touch of her lips was deliciously bruising, her tongue dominant and firm. She wasn’t afraid to use teeth, she wasn’t afraid to touch you, she wasn’t afraid to please you, her confidence shining through rather clearly. She knew what she was doing, and somehow, she seemed to know what she was doing with you. Her hand moved between your legs, her hips adding more pressure over your core, Natasha swallowing your moans. It felt dizzying. You felt intoxicated, the touch of her hand creating a compelling pull inside you that seemed to hit every single one of your nerves just right. She replaced her hand with her hips so that she would be able to touch the rest of you, her hand sliding up your abdomen to grope your breast on the way to your face. She gripped your chin, guiding you to tilt your head back slightly to find a better angle before her hand sank into your hair, tugging it gently from the roots.

Her hips ground down on you roughly, her back arching with each thrust, your rushed breaths tickling each other’s faces. You met the movement of her hips, your underwear rubbing together to create friction, but it was nowhere near enough. You felt her moan into your mouth, the sound erupting goosebumps all over you, any signs of pleasure from her making your veins fill with electricity. Soon enough the thrill of it all made you run out of breath, prompting you to pull away from the kiss, both panting heavily, your arms caressing Natasha’s naked body as she leaned back slightly to give you some space, your eyes immediately dropping to her breasts and the way her abdominal muscles rippled beneath her skin with every movement of her hips.

“God, you’re sexy”, you breathed out, your hands moving to her breasts, drawn in by her pink nipples and the softness of her skin. She let out a small, amused huff. Natasha had no words for you. She couldn’t say a thing, not with the whirlwind of emotion that was inside her. She couldn’t process a single thing. She couldn’t. All she could do was devour you in another kiss that left you completely breathless.

You hadn’t felt that kind of passion perhaps ever. You hadn’t encountered such raw human need before, Natasha’s rough touch still delicate in all the right places as she eased off you slightly, her hand finding its way between your legs again. She rubbed you over your underwear, breaking off from the wet kiss to see your face. You stared up at her through your heavy eyelids, admiring the undeniably dominant air that she carried. She had a soft look on her face as she observed your every reaction to her touch, her fingers rubbing circles over the wet patch in your underwear. It felt far too good, your lips parting on their own to let the moans and soft whimpers pass. The weight of her hot, lithe, yet strong body on top of you was perfect as you squirmed slightly beneath her, your body unable to quite contain the pleasure she brought you. She kissed your lips between moans, your cheek, your hair, her mouth leaving no part of you untouched. Her right hand and her lips caressed you like you were something delicate, something valuable, yet the hand between your legs grew rougher.

You let out a quiet yelp, your breathing loud and heavy by her ear. God, she hadn’t even touched you properly without a barrier in the way and you were ready to come. Your hips rolled against her hand impatiently, your own hands exploring the expanse of her back, sliding down to her buttocks, your dominant hand dipping between them where her thong was still covering her up. Your fingertips reached lower, finding that wetness that you knew to be there. You tried to remain patient as you touched her clothed sex, but when Natasha swallowed down her grunt you felt yourself lose any semblance of patience you might have had. You tugged on the underwear, peeling it over her buttocks, eliciting a small chuckle from Natasha.

“Impatient, I like it”, she mumbled with a slight smile on her lips, kissing your cheek firmly before pulling away enough to allow you to see what you were uncovering as you slid the small piece of black lace down her thighs, your eyes nailed on the triangle of light orange hair between her legs. You couldn’t help but sit up slightly to see her better, your hands caressing the silky skin of her legs, your dominant hand brushing the inside of her thigh that was even softer than the muscular outside of her thigh. She shivered, you could see it, noticed the goosebumps that found her skin as your fingertips brushed only barely over her pubic hair. Her breathing was heavy, her abdominal muscles contracting in anticipation. You glanced up at her for permission, receiving a gentle nod from her as you slid your fingers over her folds, her hand finding your knee for support, a quiet gasp leaving her. She was soaked through, effortlessly coating your fingers with slick. You felt your entire body react to the feel of her wet folds, the heated skin there soft and smooth. You bit your lip, already able to imagine how good that part of her would feel against you, against your mouth, against your sex.

“You’re unreal.” The disbelief was evident in your tone. It was hard for you to believe that someone so beautiful could exist, could be near you, could want you. She seemed to keel over slightly, her eyes sliding shut against her own will as you moved your hand, properly feeling around her sex, applying a generous amount of pressure on her. “You’re so wet, fuck.” She bit her plump lower lip, her breath slightly ragged as she focused fully on the feeling you gave her, savoring it with everything she had.

“Mmh, Y/N.” You hadn’t expected her saying your name to cause such a prominent reaction in your body, electricity spreading down back and through your limbs, your hips squirming slightly with the need to be touched. You were both desperate for the other and it was so obvious that had you not been so affected by her you would have found it hilarious.

Her hand moved down your thigh and between your legs, moving up slightly to find the waistband of your underwear. She lingered in your touch for just a moment longer before pulling back, both of her hands grasping the flimsy lace and pulling it up your thighs in one swift movement. Her gentle hands guided your knees apart, spreading you fully open for her, the way she skimmed her fingertips over your inner thighs making your legs tremble almost imperceptibly, like a shiver going through you. She sat back on the couch, her thumb swiping gently over your folds, over your clit, making you gasp rather loudly at the throb that went through you.

“Talk about wet”, she chuckled in a pleased tone, stroking your clit a few more times to see you writhe on the cushions. You couldn’t help but laugh yourself. You knew exactly how wet you were. You had been uncomfortably wet ever since leaving the party.

“What are you gonna do about it?” You gave her a little smirk, one that Natasha immediately returned as she got onto her knees. You straightened your left leg, your thoughts clearly aligned, both aiming for the same thing. You let out a soft giggle that was a mix of excitement and disbelief over the fact that somehow she seemed to know what you were after as she straddled your lower half.

“What am I gonna do about it?” She repeated in a teasing chuckle. “I’m gonna ride you, malyshka (baby).” You attempted to bite back your moan when she lowered herself down on you, your hands immediately finding her hips to grip, your mouth opening in a ragged gasp.

“Shit, Natasha”, you moaned heavily at the wetness of her sex against yours, a quiet squelch sounding between your connected bodies. Your eyes rolled back, another moan sounding from you, accompanied by a matching one from Natasha.

“Oh, baby, mmh.” She fought the weight of her eyelids to be able to see all the ways in which pleasure contorted your features. She loved how your brows furrowed, how your irritated lips parted, how your eyes screwed shut. She could feel every tiny movement of your body when you were connected, her walls fluttering from pure arousal as she ground herself against you as slowly as she could possibly muster, taking her time with you, with the all-consuming pleasure, with the entire moment. “You’re perfect.” You couldn’t respond to her, your chest heaving with each loud exhale you let out, your hips gyrating up into her own, hands pulling her down as tightly as possible. Her pale body was blushing from the neck down, the dusting of pink over her cheeks reaching over her nose and up to her ears. You wished you would have had more hands to touch her, the mesmerizing movement of her body making her breast bounce in a way that made you unabashedly want to touch them, her rosy nipples begging to be suckled. You wanted to see the shade turn a vibrant pink, a deep, delicious pink. You moved your hands down to her thighs, rubbing over the smooth skin there before dipping to her buttocks. You moaned at the way she rolled her hips against you, the warmth inside you spreading all over your body as you brought your hands back to her hips, your thumbs rubbing over her hip bones. Your touch slid up to her waist, caressing her abdomen, tracing the muscles there. It made Natasha seek more of it by leaning over you, her mouth finding yours on its own.

“You feel so good”, you nearly whimpered, pushing yourself up against her with your feet, your dominant hand finding her lower back to keep her in place, the other hugging her tightly, nails sinking into her muscular back to leave behind light pink lines. She ground down harder. “Oh, yes! Mmh.”

“Fuck, detka (baby). You like it that much, hm?”

“More, Natasha, please… Harder.” You sounded desperate, her hips grinding against you feverishly, each ardent stroke of her sex against yours building up the pressure between your legs, your muscles starting to cramp in a way that made you gasp for air as you clung to Natasha’s sweaty body, your mouth pressed into her neck, teeth scraping the skin as you panted heavily right beside her ear. You gripped her roughly, Natasha hissing in pleasure at the way your nails dug into the soft flesh of her buttocks and her back. Despite all your huffing, you managed to find her lips once more, focusing all your efforts into kissing the moans off her lips. You bit down on her lower lip, trying to control the sensation in your body, but you soon parted from her. She placed a wet kiss on your lips before pushing herself upright, her hand smoothing over your breasts and abdomen in the process as she sat up properly, her sex aligned over yours in a more direct way. She was panting heavily, holding in her little moans as she eased herself off you, her eyes moving down to your wet folds. You saw the string of slick that connected you to her, your head lolling back, accompanied by a groan.

“God, that’s hot”, you mumbled incoherently. She was too hot for you to handle, yet you forced yourself to get onto your elbows to see her properly no matter how badly you just wanted to melt into the couch.

Natasha brought her hand to your folds, her thumb stroking over your clit. You flinched at the direct contact, feeling incredibly sensitive to any of her efforts. You watched her bite her lip as she spread your folds open for her to gain better access to your clit before lowering herself back down. You hissed softly, your body on overdrive. It felt far too delicious to have her clit pressed up against your own, to feel it glide smoothly against you as she moved her hips in a slow grind. A slight moan tumbled from her lips, her full weight resting over you after she found her desired angle. She threw her messy hair back to get it out of her face, her right hand reaching for your knee to find support as she began to roll her hips against your own at a steady pace, her left hand finding your chest. She traced the shape of your breast before squeezing it firmly, her hand remaining there as she ground down even harder, building the pace up into rough thrusts that made you see stars. You slowly lost control of the noises you made and the hands that were gripping her thighs, pleasure rippling through you with such urgency and intensity that all you could do was take it as you sank fully into the cushions. The noises you made were nothing short of lewd, your low, loud moans mixed with unintelligible whimpers and heavy panting.

“I’m-” The coil in your abdomen was ready to snap, the pressure in your muscles reaching its peak effortlessly. You were far too aroused to resist it, your body trying its best to process the overload of pleasure, causing you to writhe beneath her. You hid your face against your shoulder, unaware of even doing so until you felt a hand on your chin, Natasha’s touch guiding you to look at her.

“Let me see you come, detka (baby).” She spoke quietly despite the way her hips rutted into you. She held your chin firmly, the grip of her fingers making you lose any semblance of composure you had left. She was perfect. You couldn’t help but to give her what she wanted, longing to please her. You tried your best to hold your eyes open, catching just a glimpse of her muscular body, the tantalizing manner in which her hips rutted into yours hard enough to make the couch shake, before your body reached its limit and threw you over the edge into a sea of pleasure. Your eyes squeezed shut with a guttural moan, mouth agape, gasping for air between whimpers as you pulsed around nothing, your muscles releasing the tension that had accumulated in your body in short bursts that felt undeniably delicious, dizzying, intoxicating. You could barely hear her moans over your own, but you could feel the tremor in her thighs, her erratic thrusts against you as you came, the stimulus only spurring your release on and making it even more intense.

Natasha was losing her ability to function, the pleasure coursing through enough to immobilize her, but she wasn’t quite there yet, her firm hand pressing your thigh down to open you as wide as the couch would allow, the fresh slick that was dripping out of you with each pulse of your body was mouth-watering, but it also lessened the friction between you. She let out a muffled groan, biting her lip as a whimper escaped her. She was so close, god, she was right there. She just needed a little push to find release, just a little bit more.

“Come on, baby, come”, you moaned, gripping her thighs a little harder, attempting to thrust your hips up to provide at least a bit of counterforce. The noises from your bodies were obscene, the loud, sloppy squelching causing something primal to stir within you. The feeling was hard to explain, a mere jumble of emotion and raw need. “Fuck, you’re so wet, fuck. Oh, my god.” Her eyes were screwed shut, head thrown back, face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape as she finally reached her peak, her entire body jerking forward from the intensity of her release. You saw the way her abdominal muscles contracted, her body slowing down to focus on the warm electricity that consumed her, each pulse of her sex against yours making her whole body twitch. The sight was mesmerizing, she was mesmerizing, her pale body blushing pink in all the right places, a gentle sheen of sweat covering her neck and chest. Her hair was a mess, eyes filled with the kind of lust that made you blush and look away.

“That’s it”, Natasha praised quietly as she came down from her orgasm, easing her thrusts into a slower grind that allowed you a better opportunity for both of you to really savor the feeling. “Good girl.” She brought your knee to her chest, hugging it tightly to deepen the movement as if to massage you with her body, her eyes threatening to roll back from the thought of coming against you, the combination of your arousals warm and sticky between you.

“Natasha.” It was all you could really say. You had no words. Your body relaxed slowly from your release, but you could tell that it was already building back up with Natasha’s restless hips on yours. “Mmh.” You got up onto your elbows, intending to sit up, but her hand found your chest again to push you back down, her lips capturing yours in a firm kiss. One of your hands came up to her chest to massage her breast, the other at her lower back. The kiss was long and deep, her tongue caressing the seam of your lips, but now quite dipping inside yet.

“What is it, pretty girl?” Her voice was smooth, the words whispered against your lips. You could barely take it, your lips spreading into a huge grin. You simply felt so amazing.

“You’re so… sexy.” It came out in a sigh of pure awe and wonder of her beauty. Your hands moved up to her face, cupping her blazing cheeks as you looked her in the eyes. She had a slight smirk on her lips, your eyes locked.

“Thank y-” The words got muffled by your lips because you were too impatient to let her finish. You giggled into the kiss, feeling so light beneath her, the sensation of contentment something you hadn’t quite been expecting. Somehow you had gotten used to less than pleasant sexual encounters that had blurred the value of emotional intimacy. You had almost forgotten what it was like to truly enjoy yourself, enjoy the presence of the other, and above all have fun together. Your joy and relief were contagious, the small giggles you let out infecting Natasha. She chuckled softly, pulling away from the messy kiss because you were both clearly feeling too much to be able to focus on kissing. You stared at each other with wild grins on your lips, your hands caressing her heated cheeks. “You’re everything I’ve been looking for”, she mumbled, pecking your lips, but she mostly just kissed your teeth that were bared by your smile. You gathered yourself enough to reciprocate the innocent kiss, but a small shift of her hips reminded you just how far from innocent you two were.

“God, we are messy”, you groaned, moving your hips against hers to really feel the slick between you, your hand reaching down to find the sloppy wetness you had created. Your fingers slid to her sex, rubbing her folds to coat your fingers with your combined come, Natasha’s body arching automatically closer to you as if unable to hold herself back, her heaving chest pressing against your own.

“We are.” She moaned the words out in a low, breathy sound that made ripples of electricity flash across your skin. She sounded downright erotic. You brought your hand back up to your faces, fingers glistening with the aftermath of your release. You gave her a small smirk before sliding the digits into your mouth, Natasha’s head dropping beside your own from how affected she was by the sight, an imperceptible curse muttered into your ear. Her taste was mild, not nearly enough to satisfy you. You wanted more, and you wanted it straight from the source.

After managing to catch your breaths, Natasha moved off you, squeezing herself between you and the couch, your heads resting on the decorative pillow, hands caressing the other in a languid manner that made your nerves perk up. Natasha’s hand was in your hair, scratching your scalp gently as you both just reveled in the warmth and comfort that followed your orgasms. There was no rush, no need to carry on until you both felt like it, your hand circling her plump breast in a way that already entailed that there was more to come. She kissed your lips, savoring every tiny brush of your sensitive skin against hers, unable to believe that she had gotten what she had wanted, that she once more had you all to herself. She could have cried, but she didn’t want to, deepening the kiss to distract herself from the complicated mess in her mind, your tongue meeting her own, your hand finding her jaw to guide the kiss. You barely had the willpower to part from her, your kisses moving down her neck to her chest, your mouth hungry for the sight you had been admiring all night long. Your lips found the curve of her breast, your walls throbbing from the sole thought of sucking on her nipples, Natasha’s eyes sliding shut, her hand massaging your head. You scooted lower on the couch, burrowing your face into her breasts, rapidly reawakening the desire that you felt for her. There was nothing you wanted more than her. You wanted to touch every part of her, lick and bite her skin, taste her, hear her, consume her. Your lips found her nipple, sucking on it harshly to elicit a gentle gasp from her.

It was rather evident that Natasha could not remain still, her limbs moving restlessly as you licked a wide strip over her breast, squeezing it with your hand. You were throbbing, ready for so much more. She moved onto her back to allow you better access to her other breast, your busy mouth kissing over to the other side to allow your tongue to circle her taut nipple. You flicked your tongue over it before sucking on it hard enough to make the shade of pink the most vibrant it could be. It reminded you of roses, of the most beautiful flowers imaginable and even then, those delicate petals would have paled in comparison to Natasha’s beauty. You opened your mouth wider, fitting more of her into your mouth, your teeth scraping over the sensitive skin, a heavy sigh leaving her. Your spit covered her chest, your mouth unafraid to drool all over her as you massaged her with your lips and tongue, lavishing her with attention.

Natasha was once more uncomfortably wet, her thighs squeezing together in anticipation as she thought about how good that mouth of yours would feel between her legs. She was beyond ready to just melt on your tongue. She felt butterflies invade her stomach when your kisses started to move south, going over her abdominal muscles, slowly, kiss by kiss, moving to her pelvis. Natasha’s heart was hammering in her chest before your mouth even reached her pubic bone, an overwhelming rush in her head from the love she felt for you. She wanted to tell you how much you meant to her. She wanted to hold you and kiss you and let you know that she had never loved anyone as much as she loved you, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t say a word, so she settled for tangling her hands in your hair as your mouth pressed over the most sensitive parts of her.

“Right there, detka (baby).” Your arms pulled her closer to you, hugging her in a way that could only be considered as greedy as your tongue lapped at her swollen clit, adamant to make her come again, to witness her whimper from your touch. You had such a drive to please her, a need to put her first, to give her whatever she might have needed because of how good she made you feel simply by existing. You wanted to impress her, you wanted her to like you, maybe even feel more than just affection toward you. The desire was so intense; pure infatuation that felt impossible to ignore. You laved your tongue against her, spurred on by Natasha’s quiet, weak moans that were the result of her trying to hold back just how good you made her feel, but as the pressure in her lower abdomen grew, her hips starting to buck into your mouth, she lost control. You could feel yourself get lost in the act of pleasing her, sinking into her warmth, into the softness of her delicate skin, needy for more. “Mmh, right there.” Her hands left your hair to avoid hurting you, moving to grip the cushions instead. She was beautiful, just the sight of her splayed out for you enough to make your heart jump. You loved everything about it. You loved her heady scent, the alluring shade of dark pink, the warmth she radiated. She was captivating, mesmerizing, alluring. She was irresistible in every sense of the word.

You pulsed your mouth against her, Natasha’s other hand flailing for something to grasp to control the pressure in her body, but in vain. Nothing was enough to make her overcome the pleasure that she experienced, the harder you sucked on her, the deeper she seemed to slip inside her own body. Her back arched off the couch, her legs hugging you closer as her left hand found your hair again, her grip tightening to be almost painful, the other squeezing the pillow beneath her head. She panted loudly, gasping for air, toes curling, muscles tensing. You sucked harder, longer, your hand finding its way below your chin, fingertips circling her entrance to give her an idea of what you had in mind.

“Yes!” You didn’t even have to ask for her opinion, the answer coming out in a low moan as she tugged on your hair impatiently. You slid your index finger effortlessly into her, the warm wetness of her sex enveloping you in its heat. You groaned quietly against her, the vibrations causing Natasha to bite her hand, her hips rocking into your face and fingers in search of more. She needed you to reach deeper, move faster.

“Is this good? Does it feel good?” You asked in a breathy whisper against her folds, gauging for what she enjoyed during sex.

“More”, she whined, rolling her hips into your hand a little harder. You brought your mouth back down to her clit, ensuring that her orgasm didn’t completely slip away from her as you slid another digit inside her to caress her slick walls. She let out a soft hum at the stretch, her hips immediately matching the pace you set for your fingers as you pumped them in and out of her, your mouth picking back up to rapid pulsing to make the best out of the experience. Natasha yelped at the stimulus, so incredibly close to her release that she could barely meet the movement of your hand anymore from how rigid her muscles were growing, the tension in her body begging for a release. You quickened the pace of your hand to give your jaw a slight break, but when she whined quietly at the loss of friction, your mouth was right back at it, going twice as hard just to please her.

“Oh, Y/N.” Her moans grew louder, unrestricted, accompanied by sharp gasps, her body trembling against you for a few more seconds before she could no longer hold herself back from the pleasure that made her lightheaded. And then you felt it, her walls clamping around your fingers abruptly, squeezing you tightly to keep you in place. She let out a small cry, her core tightening, body convulsing. It took her a long time to come down from her high, her body feeling spent, heavy, fully satisfied and content with your fingers still inside her as you kissed her folds, her inner thighs, and pelvis.

You barely got to catch your breath properly before her lips were on yours, kissing all the air out of your lungs, tasting herself on your lips. She might not have been able to tell you how much she loved you, but she could show you the raw desperation that bled through from every passionate kiss, every generous touch of her hand seeming to reflect her admiration toward you. She sat up on the couch, pulling you into her embrace to keep you close, her lips pecking yours a few times before deepening the connection. It was so easy to get lost in her, get lost in the sensuality of it all. Her hand traced circles around your pelvis, effectively making you shiver from anticipation, her fingers barely brushing over your pubic bone, your muscles contracting from how sensitive you were to even just a graze of her fingernails. Her hands moved to your buttocks in your knelt sitting position, rubbing over the smooth skin in circles, giving the flesh a proper squeeze as if warming you up for what was to come.

“What do you want, baby?” She crooned against your lips. She loved how bashful you had always been in bed. She loved that you were not usually inclined to voice out your desires, intending to tease you slightly, her touch turning lighter, tantalizing. You let out a small, disappointed sigh at the loss of proper contact.

“I want you to fuck me.” Your response came out with no shame, catching Natasha off guard, your seductive tone reaching right between her legs. Now, there was something new. “I want your tongue in my pussy”, you whispered almost imperceptibly, your fingertips caressing her jaw and neck, an alluring smile on your face, one that would’ve made Natasha kneel for you. “Is that alright with you?” The question was equally teasing, challenging Natasha’s dominant demeanor, a wide grin finding her lips.

“More than alright, just be careful what you ask for, dorogaya (darling).” Your laughter that followed was dismissing, but you couldn’t completely hide the effect that gently condescending tone had on you, your skin prickling with goosebumps. She moved out of your reach, yanking you to the edge of the couch by your legs in one swift move that made you squeal. The sound was followed by a giddy giggle as she manhandled you into position, throwing your legs over her shoulders. You sank right into her embrace, your head falling to the side, eyes staring at the golden Christmas lights you had put up when you had decorated the living room with Natasha, the statues and baubles disappearing into oblivion when Natasha’s mouth pressed over your sensitive skin, your eyes sliding shut on their own.

[climbingrat]

My snowman cheesecake :)

[macysparadeblog]

⚠️ NEW FLOAT ALERT ⚠️

[fushitoru]

私はスター ! masterlist

note: longfics are works that are >10k, and oneshots are standalone fics 1k-10k. works indicated with a star (★) contain/will contain explicit smut. proceed with caution, heed all warnings, and remember⸻don't like it? don't read it!

series.

the season of thorned roses ⸻ gojo x reader ★

dearest gentle reader, a new season is upon us as the ton gets ready for a season filled with drama, heartbreak, and passion. after being crowned diamond of the season, duke gojo⸺only looking to marry just to secure his inheritance⸺has his sights set on you, the easiest (and most obvious) option. later, when you catch his saying unsavory things about you on a terrace when he least suspected it, you swear to never marry gojo. as london's fashionable set goes through yet another wedding season, will there be hope for scandalous gossip, hate, and thinly veiled insults, or will we witness blooming love and passion?

long-fics.

infect me with your love ⸻ gojo satoru x reader ★

you have always existed in gojo satoru’s shadow. he is a physics prodigy, a person that everyone endlessly admires for his intelligence and charisma, and you hate him for taking the spotlight that you deserve to share with him. but it all changes one day at 5:07AM at your starbucks job when gojo barges in, ordering ridiculously sweet drinks and posing existential questions. is there more to gojo that meets the eye, and is it linked to the vigilante swinging around New York City? (19.7k). part of kinktober 2024!

an imperial command ⸻ kamo choso x reader ★

you, the princess of the nation, and choso, the son of your father's most trusted general, have been inseperable since birth. but after many deem it inappropriate for him to be so close to you, the distance between you and him only deepens after he leaves for war. when he comes back older and a more handsome, bigger version of the choso of your childhood, you both grapple with love, duty, and test the bounds of propierty (13k).

one-shots.

gojo satoru.

rainy days and brownies ★

you wake up for some soft moments with your boyfriend that involves brownies (turned freaky) (2.2k)

seperation anxiety! ★

clan head satoru begs you to attend a meeting with the higher-ups, but not for the reasons you thought.

all i want for christmas is you! ★

after a well needed rest from the kids, you and your boyfriend focus on baking christmas cookies for your pta responsibilities. however, it ends up taking a naughty twist when satoru finds out the surprise you've planned out for him (2.8k).

the importance of skincare ★

worried about your boyfriend's skin health, you're set out on a mission to teach him about skincare, sitting him down and rubbing products over his face while seated on his lap. only, he convinces you that he has something to teach as well about facials. just not the kind you expected (1.4k)

trouble ★

an unexpected tutoring session with your bully satoru gojo leads to somewhere...unexpected (4.2k)

sukuna ryomen.

so i know who i'm looking at! ★

on halloween night, you get a strange phone call from a man with a distorted voice right as you're chilling while babysitting yuuji. you get an ultimatum: perform for him, or risk your and yuuji's lives (3.1k). part of kinktober 2024!

toji fushiguro.

finish her! ★

you will have to face one of the most formidable wrestlers in history in your next match: toji fushiguro. but don't be confused, this isn't normal wrestling⸺no, it's nude wrestling. and winner gets the spoils of the other's body! (extended ver of my toji drabble here) (3.8k). part of kinktober 2024!

multiple (seperate)

i can't stop looking at his d—d—d—d—FACE! ★

jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! (4.1k)

back to the kitty, cause she's kinda pretty! ★

jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! (pt 2) (3.5k). part of kinktober 2024!

drabbles

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! ⸻ gojo x reader

[gotta-winwin]

(🎄) ... mirth and good cheer - xmas special

⭐ starring: vernon

🎄preview: vernon used to fly back to new york every christmas for one reason only: his childhood best friend. christmas used to be his and y/n’s thing, until he got seemingly too busy to ever return. now, as y/n departs to korea for the first time, she can’t help but wonder if her and vernon would ever cross paths again. vernon, unbeknownst to her, has been wondering the exact same thing. as the boys set up their christmas tree in their dorm, he does his best to ignore how hints of y/n still seemed to linger throughout the holiday air. 

tw/cw: idol!vernon x nonidol!reader, childhood friends to lovers, estranged friends, slight miscommunication, fluff, slight angst, best christmas romcom vibes, features svt members, stubborn!reader, equallystubborn!vernon, use of y/n, flips between past and present day

☁️ masterlist & a/n: dropping a vernon x reader fic for our xmas special! doesn't vernon just scream childhood bestie to lover (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ merry christmas my loves!

11 DAYS FROM CHRISTMAS 2024:

“That’s not how it’s supposed to work.” Mingyu slapped Vernon’s hand away from the tree they were decorating. “It’s supposed to be symmetrical, not whatever you’re doing.”

Vernon had to admit he wasn’t really paying attention. Their dorm auntie, the one who came around once a week to clean up the place, had baked them gingerbread men as a Christmas gift, and the smell felt like it had seeped into the walls of their dorm. It was a nostalgic smell, one that took him back to his childhood, new york and-

“Vernon?” Mingyu waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you even listening right now?”

He blinked, brought back from his thoughts. “Sorry, hyung. What?”

Mingyu could only let out a deep sigh, moving to place the bauble where he intended it to be. “You’re like this every Christmas. If you miss her so much, why don’t you just fly back?”

Vernon didn’t really know why he wasn’t flying back. He certainly could be, they were off work for the holidays and a plane ticket back wasn’t hard to find. He would be doing himself a favor, putting himself out of misery and finally seeing his childhood best friend. The thing was, he wasn’t really sure if Y/N wanted to see him. He shrugged. “I don’t miss her.” It was a lie and everyone in the room knew it. 

CHRISTMAS DAY 2003: 

Everyone who knew either of them would say they were smart kids for their age. Both only five, they whispered secrets to each other like little middle schoolers would on the playground. 

“My parents say I’m going to Korea.” Vernon whispered to Y/N as they watched a christmas movie. “Forever.” Vernon always had a dramatic, theatrical side to him, even as a child.

Y/N could only frown. “Forever? Why?” She couldn’t imagine her best friend moving anywhere without her. “Am I going too?” 

Vernon mirrored her frown on his own face. “I don’t know.” Sensing her sadness, he reached over and gave her a hug. “I’ll visit every year.” He promised. 

“Every christmas.” Y/N insisted. She had always loved christmas above all else. “So we can watch movies again.”

Vernon agreed. “Okay. Every christmas. It’ll be like-” He paused, his young mind searching for the word. “Tradition.” He smiled at her, proud of the big word. 

“Promise?” Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, reaching out with her pinky, extended. “Pinky promise me.” 

Vernon grasped her pinky with his, shaking it firmly. He felt like a grown up, making one of those important business deals. “I promise.” Turning back to the screen, he let out a whine when he realized they had missed the best part. “We missed the part where the grinch screams down the mountain.” He complained. “I wanted to watch that part.”

Y/N got up, searching for the remote. “I’ll turn it back.” 

Their dynamic never changed, even as they grew older. Vernon walked through life, Y/N following behind him with eyes filled with admiration, gently nudging the boy whenever he got distracted and began walking off-track. It stayed that way even with the distance, until one Christmas, Y/N woke up and Vernon had not returned. 

CHRISTMAS DAY 2016:

“Mom?” Y/N called as she walked slowly down the stairs. She had returned home from university for the holidays and was confused when Vernon wasn’t at his usual spot to welcome her home. “Where’s Vernon?” He was usually back from Korea by now.

She didn’t like the look of pity her mother was giving her. “He didn’t tell you, honey? He’s been so busy with work, looks like he can’t fly back to join us for christmas this year.”

She felt her heart sink. She had been looking forward to spending time with him, even if it was just a couple of days out of the year. “Oh.” Of course, she understood. His work was important and she was sure the kpop industry couldn’t be easy. “That’s okay. I guess he must’ve been too busy to tell me.” 

--

“What are you still doing here?” Joshua frowned at Vernon, who was lying down on his bed. “Shouldn’t you be in New York by now?” He was used to Vernon flying back to New York every christmas since they had met. 

Vernon let out a huff. “Not going back this year, Josh.” 

“Why not?” His friend pressed, confused. Vernon was usually so excited to go back. “Isn’t your friend going to be sad?”

“I can’t miss any more practice before our comeback. One Christmas should be fine.” Vernon explained, although his voice betrayed his disappointment. He had been looking forward to going back home, to be able to see Y/N again. He thought to himself that one christmas couldn’t hurt, right?

One Christmas missed turned into two. Then four. Then the timing felt too long and awkward and Vernon just never got the confidence to ever go back.

10 DAYS FROM CHRISTMAS 2024: 

Korea was beautiful underneath a sheet of snow. Y/N had landed last night, having made up her mind to give living in Korea a try. Ever since graduating university and landing a job as a screenwriter, her friends and family had always urged her to try working for the Korean film scene. 

She supposed she had always just avoided the country because of Vernon.

Her new job writing for some K-drama started after New Years. She thought maybe spending Christmas in a new place would bring back the mirth and good cheer the holiday used to give her, but she knew she was here for a different reason. A selfish and pathetic one. It burned her, that a part of her still wished to bump into Vernon after all these years. She knew he was doing well, SEVENTEEN was soaring through new heights and she had kept tabs on his ongoing success. It was the only way she kept going: his large internet presence sometimes made it feel like he never even left at all.

It hurt her the most that he could be doing so well without ever seeing her again.

Rounding the corner to the coffee shop, she rubbed her raw hands to regain heat. Ordering, she was relieved to find out she could still hold a conversation in Korean. It had gone rusty, the only people she ever used Korean with back home was Vernon’s dad and sister. 

“Hello?” Someone from behind her tapped her on the shoulder. “Do I know you from somewhere?”

She was greeted by a slightly taller, blond man, sporting black rimmed glasses and holding a cup of iced coffee. Her mind short circuiting a bit from the sudden Korean, she paused, trying to recollect her thoughts before replying. “I don’t think so?” 

The man’s eyes widened in sudden recognition. “You’re the girl in the Christmas photos!” He exclaimed with wonder, pointing at her as if they were long lost friends.

She squinted, giving him another look over. “Um..” She frowned, quite sure she didn’t know this man. 

“Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly at her, extending his hand for a handshake. “That probably came out wrong. You’re Vernon’s friend from New York, right? I’ve seen you in the pictures on his wall.” 

She blanched, all of a sudden feeling very light and disoriented. “I’m sorry.” She smiled politely, still racking her brain furiously for the guy’s name. “How do you know Vernon?”

“I’m Seungkwan.” He explained, dropping her hand. “Vernon’s bandmate.”

She let out a sound of realization. “Ah~” She knew who he was. “Seungkwan. Sorry, I didn’t expect you to have blonde hair now.” 

Chuckling at her shy admission, Seungkwan felt strangely sad to see the girl in Korea. “When did you come to Korea?” He asked, knowing Vernon would lose his shit if he found out they had been in the same location for a while. 

“I arrived just last night.” 

He left out a breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding. Okay, at least it hadn’t been very long. “You should come to our Christmas party.” He suggested, knowing Vernon would be there. “It’s being hosted at Coups hyung’s house this year, and everyone will be there.”

Y/N shook her head. “I wouldn’t want to make things weird.” She already caught on to the fact that Seungkwan knew all about her and Vernon’s falling out, or lack of one. 

“You wouldn’t.” He insisted. “You must come. I’d hate to see you spend Christmas by yourself.” 

It didn’t take much for Y/N to relent. She supposed a part of her had been looking for a chance to see Vernon again. “Alright. I’ll stop by and say a quick hi to everyone.” 

Seungkwan’s smile was contagious as he beamed, grabbing a napkin to scribble Scoups’ address onto it and handing it to her. “It’s at 7pm on the 24th. Bring a present- something small.” He hurriedly gave her all the details as he left, mumbling about being late for a company meeting and how lovely it was to finally meet Vernon’s mystery girl.

Holding the napkin in her still freezing hand, Y/N felt utterly shipwrecked as she watched Seungkwan leave. Nine days was enough to prepare her heart to see Vernon again, right?

12 HOURS TILL CHRISTMAS 2024: 

The frost in the air bit at Y/N’s face and neck as she quickly rang the doorbell to Seungcheol’s home. It was smaller than she had expected it to be, homey and comfortably situated in between two other larger houses. 

“Y/N!” Seungkwan greeted her as he opened the door, tugging her in. “Oh, look at you. You must be freezing. Come in, come in.” Taking her coat from her and hanging it up, he beamed down at her. “I’m so glad you actually came.” 

She bit back a smile, taking off her shoes. “I couldn’t turn down an invitation from Vernon’s friends.” 

“Vernon’s in the living room with the others.” Seungkwan pointed down the hall, directing her over. 

Y/N paused, loitering in the hallway between the door to the living room and the door to the kitchen. She felt strangely pulled towards the kitchen, knowing it’d be safe without the chance of a potential run-in with Vernon. Turning decisively towards the kitchen, she pretended not to hear Seungkwan’s deep sigh as he followed her in, knowing the boy was disappointed she had run away. 

“It’s the girl from Vernon’s photos!” Hoshi sprung off the kitchen island to greet her, handing her  a cup of mystery liquid. 

She sniffed it before cringing away at the strong liquor scent. “That’s me.” She mumbled, shoulders sagging a little. “Does he really still have photos of me up? 

Everyone in the kitchen nodded simultaneously. “It’s been on his wall since we were trainees.” Joshua informed her, his eyes holding a teasing glint. “Every time we move places he just puts it back up.” 

Y/N didn’t really know what to do with that information. “Oh.” She replied, looking down in her cup, thinking. “I didn’t know that.” 

Seungkwan let out a loud sigh once again. “You should go talk to him.” 

She looked up. 

“Please.” He added, his tone bordering on begging. “He’s been so grumpy. Especially during the holiday season. I got a pillow to the face for asking him a simple question yesterday.” He grumbled out, complaining about his moody roommate. 

“What did you ask him?” Joshua asked, mildly curious.

Seungkwan shrugged. “Just if he was going back to New York.”

“Of course he threw a pillow at you.” Joshua rolled his eyes. “I’m surprised he didn’t just deck you, with how you were antagonizing him. You know very well he hasn’t gone back in years.” 

Y/N watched the conversation silently, gagging quietly as she sipped the concoction Hoshi had handed her. She absorbed the information diligently, her eyes widening the more information she got on Vernon. Distance had turned him into a stranger - and now, well, she couldn’t really say she knew him at all. It was strange, having to admit someone she used to read like the back of her own hand was someone she now didn’t know at all. 

“I’m going to the living room.” She decided, having had enough of the topic. If she kept listening to them talk about Vernon’s struggles and heartache about leaving her in New York one more minute she might find herself leaving for the night. Being in the same room with Vernon was just going to be awkward silence anyways. She knew he wasn’t brave enough to approach her. At least not tonight. 

--

“Y/N!” 

It was Mingyu and Wonwoo who greeted her from the couch, the two of them in the middle of an intense round of what looked to be Mariokart. They waved at her from their place, inviting her over to sit next to them. She was painfully aware of Vernon’s eyes staring at her from his place on the rug, fingers busy with a random puzzle that was lying out. 

“Hi guys.” She smiled, sitting down, laughing when Mingyu pushed Wonwoo in an attempt to disrupt his driving. 

“We didn’t know you were in Korea for Christmas!” Mingyu exclaimed. “Good thing Seungkwan bumped into you when he did and invited you over.” 

She glanced at Vernon, who was doing his best to pretend like he wasn’t interested in their conversation. “Yeah. I moved here recently actually. Got a job writing for a TV show.” 

Vernon’s eyes widened as he fixed his stare against the white rug. 

“That’s cool.” Wonwoo smiled at Y/N, happy for her. “It’s good that you’re in Korea now.” He side eyed Vernon, frowning when he realized the boy hadn’t even spoken to Y/N. Nudging him with his foot, he gestured with his gaze. “Did you hear Vernon? Y/N got a job here.”

Vernon nodded stiffly before standing up. “I think Cheol hyung’s calling me, I’ll- I’ll go see what he wants.” And just like that he was gone, rushing out of the living room. 

Wonwoo looked apologetically at Y/N. “I’m sorry about that.”

She shrugged, although her heart had cracked at the movement. “It’s okay.” 

“Maybe now that you’re in Korea you guys can be friends again?” Mingyu suggested quietly, although a part of him wasn’t really certain about it. “Maybe?”

“Maybe.” She mumbled, taking another sip of her drink, feeling her face flush with heat. Anger or embarrassment, she couldn’t tell. 

Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but Y/N could feel her lips start to loosen the more she sat with Mingyu and Wonwoo, the party heading later into the night. 

“You know I used to hate you guys.” She admitted all of a sudden, jolting both boys out of whatever conversation they were having. 

“What?” Wonwoo frowned. “Why?”

“I hated Vernon for choosing you guys over me.” She lowered her eyes to the floor, feeling ashamed. “I know it’s childish of me, but hating you guys was how I dealt with it. I couldn’t bring myself to hate Vernon for his own actions.” 

Mingyu looked at her with sad eyes as he patted her on the back gently. “I get that.” He reassured her, and she looked over at Wonwoo who was nodding as well. 

“Do you still hate us?” Wonwoo asked, his voice calm.

She shook her head. “No. So I guess I’m just-” She paused. “Confused now.”

She hated how pitiful their looks made her feel as she sat there, nursing her half finished drink, mind spinning. Perhaps it was time to leave her silly childhood infatuation with Vernon in the past. It seemed like he had done so already anyways. 

10 HOURS TILL CHRISTMAS 2024: 

Vernon felt like throwing up the moment he saw Y/N enter the party. It felt like a vision, something he had conjured up within his own mind, until the others had greeted her and shattered his vision into reality. 

“Talk to her, you moron.” Seungkwan nudged him. He had retreated from the living room into the kitchen the moment Y/N had sat down with the others on the couch. It physically stung to be in the same room as her, with all the knowledge that he had failed her and their once cherished friendship. 

He took another gulp of his drink instead of answering Seungkwan. 

“She clearly still loves you, y’know.” The boy continued upon hearing Vernon’s silence. “Or else she wouldn’t be here. And didn’t you always tell us Y/N would follow you around like a puppy whenever you were back home as kids?” 

Screw Seungkwan and his amazing, awfully selective memory.

“So?” Vernon mumbled, rolling his shoulders back and feeling himself tense. “Things change.”

“You’ve changed.” 

Vernon stared at his friend, thrown off by the sudden harsh truths. “What?”

“I don’t think she’s changed at all, Vernon.” Seungkwan observed. “It’s you who’s changed and you who has to fix it.” He paused. “Or at least explain it to her. Why you don’t want to be friends anymore.” 

“I do want to be friends.” He stated plainly.

Seungkwan cut his eyes at him, exasperated. “Then tell her that. Jeez, bro. You suck at this.” 

“We’re swapping presents now!” Seungcheol poked his head out from behind the hallway door. “Everyone in the living room!” 

Vernon grabbed his present from the counter and headed in behind Seungkwan and Joshua, turning the box in his hands as he examined the poor wrapping job he had done last night. He had bought the most generic gift he could find, knowing it was going to be a random swap with the boys. The thing he hadn’t accounted for was Y/N showing up - and now it had thrown both his present and him off the game. 

“Grab a pair.” Seungcheol announced loudly to everyone in the room, as there was a mad scramble for partners. 

Vernon found himself standing alone in the midst of his bandmates all already coupled up, limbs tangled together in an awkward mad dash for a partner. His eyes met the only other person with a partner and he stifled a pained cry. 

“It looks like you and Y/N are exchanging gifts this year, Non.” Seungkwan shot him a large grin from his spot next to Mingyu.

He knew this had to be preplanned - fate couldn’t be this cruel, right?

“Go on.” Seungkwan poked him in the back, urging him to approach Y/N, who suddenly seemed to be very captivated by a nearby portrait of Seungcheol and Kkmua, placed on the shelf next to her. She stared at it intensely, although Vernon knew she was still hyper-aware of the fact that he was slowly walking towards her. She had that funny way of darting her eyes towards the person she was avoiding while not facing in their direction. 

“Y/N.” Her name sounded so foreign yet so familiar across his tongue as he spoke.

“Vernon.” 

Her voice felt like coming home. 

“Here.” He placed his gift in her hands as he took hers, turning it awkwardly in his hands. “What is it?” He asked, shaking it gently. 

The corners of her mouth lifted. “Telling you would defeat the purpose of it being a surprise.” 

“You said that last time too.” 

He watched her stiffen at his words and he immediately regretted bringing up the past. They both knew last time had been years ago. 

“I guess I did.” She replied stiffly, turning his gift in her hands. “What’s yours?”

“Thought you liked your presents to be a surprise?” He recalled, remembering how she used to whine that he must wrap her presents, when the teenage him had insisted that just putting it in a bag would be fine. 

“I do.” Her tone made it sound like she was just remembering that fact herself. She looked up and shot him an awkward smile. “I guess I don’t really know what to say.”

“Me either.” 

He could’ve sworn he saw her face drop at his words. 

They separated soon after, the uncomfortable silence taking over and suffocating them both out of the vicinity of each other. Vernon returned to his spot in the kitchen, picking at the pieces of takeout still leftover on the counter, listening to the others squabble over meaningless things. 

He watched Y/N leave, feet rooted by the hallway door and mouth firmly shut closed - he didn’t trust himself to say goodbye to her - he knew that if he had, a million unsaid words would have spilled out and the night would have ended terribly for the both of them. But it was the fear that kept him still most of all, as he watched her exchange numbers with Seungkwan, hugging the others and promising to keep in touch. He stayed as still as a statue as the door shut behind her. 

“You idiot.” Seungkwan turned to face him as soon as he locked the door. 

“Seungkwan.” Seungcheol’s warning tone made Vernon look at him. He was sending a strong warning glance at the boy. 

“What?” Seungkwan protested. “He is being stupid.” 

“I think I’m going to head back.” Vernon mumbled, grabbing his coat and hurriedly throwing it on, Y/N’s gift clutched tightly under his arm as he headed for the door. “Thanks for the party, Coups hyung.” He called behind him, shutting the door behind him and welcoming in the cool, biting winter air. 

He released the pent up breath that had been choking him all night and furiously wiped away the tears that had begun to form the moment he shut the door behind him. 

“Idiot.” He quietly chided himself. “So stupid.”

CHRISTMAS 2018: 

“Are you really never going back to New York?” Joshua prodded at his arm with an insistent jab of a finger. 

Vernon hummed in response. “There’s no point. My family prefers coming to Korea for the holidays anyways. They get to visit family here and everything.” 

“What about your girlfriend?”

Vernon turned his head to see Joshua sporting a shit eating grin. “You know she’s not my girlfriend.”

“Might as well be.” He shrugged, pointing at the various photos that featured her against his wall. “Look at your pathetic loving gaze at her in all of these photos. You’re not even looking at the camera in any of these.” 

Vernon frowned at his comment, taking a good look at the photos and realizing Joshua was right. “Doesn’t matter what I feel, hyung. She’s not my girlfriend.”

“She’ll never be if you don’t go back.” Joshua suddenly got serious, as he shifted in his seat to look at Vernon better. “Is there an actual reason why you won’t go back? I know we were too busy the last two years but this year we’re free.” 

Vernon stayed silent even though the answer was clear as day in his mind. He was scared, terrified even. Terrified he had hurt her by neglecting her due to his heavy schedules, that she would slam the door in his face if he tried to visit her. “I don’t want to see her hate me.” He finally spat out, cringing as he said it. 

Joshua let out a tiny noise of understanding. “So you’re avoiding her. Pretending so you don’t have to deal with the consequences.”

“When you put it like that you make me sound like an asshole.” 

Joshua gave him a look that bordered on pitiful. “I don’t know what to tell you, man.” 

“I’d rather remember her like this, y’know?” He said, pointing at the way she smiled at him in the pictures on his wall. “Instead of-”

“She might not hate you.” Joshua reminded him quietly from next to him. 

“I really, really doubt that, hyung.” 

5 HOURS TILL CHRISTMAS: 

It wasn’t computing properly into Vernon’s head that you had just gotten him the one thing he’s been wanting all his life. 

He had been ogling the Novation Launchpad Pro that was currently sitting on his work table for the last hour, not really believing what he was seeing with his own two eyes. Unwrapping it had been a heart attack in of itself, as he opened up Y/N’s present to reveal the one thing that had been sitting on the top of his childhood wish list since he could remember. Even now, as a famous artist who could afford the splurge, he had never gotten it for himself, knowing it was a luxury and a purchase he didn’t necessarily need. 

“What the fuck, Y/N.” He muttered in disbelief, sliding his palm down his face as he continued to stare at the gift. It was fucking fantastic and exactly what he wanted, and it made him feel even worse about the whole situation. 

She might not hate you. He recalled the words Joshua had told him one time, Christmases ago. 

“Someone who hated me wouldn’t have gotten me this, right?” He said aloud to himself, reaching a timid hand out to fiddle with the launchpad controls. “How did she even know we’d be exchanging gifts anyways?” And how on earth does she know I never got myself one? In what felt like a split second decision, Vernon felt himself walking towards the door of his apartment, sliding his shoes on and grabbing his keys - only one destination in mind. He had to fix this, somehow. Because there was no fucking way she still hated him.

4 HOURS TILL CHRISTMAS:

She would’ve complained that the sudden doorbell at 3am woke her up but she hadn’t really been sleeping. Y/N had been lying in bed with her eyes wide open since the moment she’d gotten home, the bag of chocolates and various snacks from Vernon left on her kitchen counter. She had stifled a laugh when she opened it - even till this day, Vernon’s go to gift was still the same. Chocolate and snacks can never fail, he had told her, defending his choice of gift. Especially when you don’t know the person too well. 

She supposed that line made sense for their situation too. 

“Vernon?” She squinted at the figure standing on her porch in the dark. “What are you doing here?” She rubbed her eyes, mildly wondering if she was dreaming. 

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly as he stared down at her. “You got me the launchpad.” 

She blinked. “Yeah.”

“How’d you know?”

She stared back at him, stunned at his bluntness and the randomness of the current setting. “You never shut up about it.” 

His mouth opened and closed again. She watched as he tried looking for words, his vocabulary ultimately failing him. 

“Come inside.” She said quietly, noticing how the harsh winter wind blew at his thin coat. Dragging him gently inside, she shut the door behind them both, turning around awkwardly to face him. She never thought she’d ever see him in his apartment - yet he looked so perfect.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled, eyes darting around her place, taking it all in. “I know it’s late.” Glancing down at her pajamas, his lips quivered in a small smile. “Cute.”

“What?” She stared at him indignantly, completely thrown off by his behaviour. “Are you drunk?” She reached out a hand to touch his face, trying to check his temperature, but he caught her hand in his before she could reach. 

“I’m not drunk, Y/N.” He dropped her hand like it had burned him. 

“Then what are you here for?”

She watched him moisten his lips as he stalled for time. 

“I wanted to say sorry.” He finally said, his words tumbling out as if they had been held back for long enough. “I shouldn’t have cut you off like that.” 

She thought she’d have a more visceral reaction to the apology she had been waiting for all this time, but she didn’t. “Why are you saying this now? It’s been nearly ten years, Vernon.” 

“I know. I’m sorry.” 

Her shoulders sagged at his words and the sight of his dejected, ashamed face. “Why didn’t you come back? Or text me?” She asked him, pleading for an answer. 

He finally looked up and met her eyes. “I guess I was scared. I got busy one year and didn’t go back- and I neglected our friendship. And then-” He paused, his voice breaking. “I left, and time passed and staying away felt simpler than going back. No goodbye felt better than a bad one.” 

“It wouldn’t have been a bad goodbye.” 

He shook his head. “You hated me.” 

She looked away, remembering all the times she had cursed him for leaving her behind when she was younger. “Maybe. But never for long.” She mustered all her courage to tell him her next words. “I loved you too much to hate you for very long.” 

Vernon blinked at her. “You loved me?”

She hummed in response, still not quite looking at him. They stood there, by her door, in the dim lights of her apartment. 

“How did you even get my address?” She suddenly asked, forgetting he shouldn’t have known where to find her. 

Vernon stayed silent, his mind still reeling from the sudden love confession. She used to love me? 

“Vernon.” Y/N nudged him. 

“Oh.” He finally responded, although his own voice felt like light years away as his mind continued to reel. “I asked my sister. Didn’t know you guys still talked.” 

“Oh.” 

“You used to love me?” He asked, incredulous, not quite believing her words. “Why?”

She laughed, and the sound wrapped around Vernon like her hugs used to. “What do you mean, why? Of course I loved you. I followed you around like a lost kid our entire childhood.” 

“I loved you too, y’know.” 

Her smile dropped as she paused mid-laugh. “What?” 

He took a step closer to her, unsure where the sudden confidence was coming from. Vernon searched her eyes for some figment of affection, for truth, for the way she used to look at him when they were younger. “I don’t think I ever stopped loving you.” He finally admitted. “I definitely tried to, but your hold on me lasted through distance and time.” 

“Me too.” 

“What?”

“I never stopped loving you too.”

[societyfolklore]

Merry Christmas, I Miss You

Title:  Merry Christmas, I Miss You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Female Reader

Summary: After overhearing a conversation at a Christmas party, Bucky realizes that you may miss him as much as he misses you. Determined to bridge the distance, he makes the first move to reconnect during the holidays, risking vulnerability to say the words he’s been holding back: Merry Christmas, I miss you.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings:  //Warnings // Explicit Content //18+, Minors DNI, smut, Angsty, Petsname, Unprotected sex,  No Beta reading…

A/N:  Alex Crichton – 'Merry Christmas, I miss you' was the inspo for this.. damn song has been living in my head!

The compound was alive with holiday cheer, every surface glittering with Tony’s trademark flair for the extravagant. Twinkling lights wrapped around beams, garlands of evergreen adorned the walls, and a grand Christmas tree stood at the center of the room, its branches heavy with ornaments that seemed far too expensive for their own good. The scent of mulled cider and freshly baked cookies filled the air, mingling with the distant hum of holiday classics playing over the speakers.

It was everything a holiday gathering should be, filled with warmth and laughter, but for Bucky Barnes, it felt like he was standing outside of it all. He leaned against a corner wall, arms crossed over his chest, his lukewarm drink forgotten in his hand. His steel-blue eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight of his teammates laughing, mingling, and for once, letting their guards down.

He tried to let the festive energy seep into him, to shake off the weight that had been pressing on him for weeks now. But no matter how hard he tried, he felt miles away. Like he was a ghost in the room, watching everyone else enjoy a life he wasn’t sure he belonged in anymore.

It wasn’t just the usual holiday blues-no, this emptiness had a name. Yours.

Bucky sighed, his gaze drifting to the corner of the room where you’d stood last year. He could still picture you as if it had happened yesterday. You’d walked in late, the chill of the winter air clinging to you as you shrugged off your coat. Your cheeks had been flushed red from the cold, your smile sheepish as you muttered something about how much you hated New York winters.

He remembered how you’d lit up the room without even trying. Your laughter, your warmth, the way you managed to draw people in without a second thought. You’d been the brightest part of the party back then, and now your absence was like a gaping void, one he couldn’t ignore no matter how hard he tried.

He’d told himself he wouldn’t think about you tonight. That he’d keep his distance, let you enjoy the evening without the weight of his presence lingering in the background. But that had been a lie from the start. Every corner of the compound reminded him of you, of the way you’d made him feel less like the broken man he believed himself to be.

From his spot near the doorway, Bucky’s sharp gaze caught a flash of red on the balcony. Natasha. She was standing outside, her crimson hair catching the soft glow of the string lights wrapped around the railing.

And then he saw you.

His heart clenched painfully in his chest as you came into view, standing beside Nat. He hadn’t even realized you’d arrived. You were bundled in a soft sweater, the colour rich and vibrant against your skin, your hair catching the faint glow of the lights. From a distance, you looked as radiant as ever, but as he watched you, he noticed something different.

There was a sadness in your posture that hadn’t been there before. The way your shoulders slumped slightly, the faint shadow in your eyes, even as you laughed softly at something Natasha said. It was as if you were carrying a weight you didn’t know how to set down, and it made Bucky’s chest tighten all over again.

He should’ve turned away, should’ve given you the space you deserved. But curiosity got the better of him, and he found himself inching closer to the balcony, staying just out of sight as your voices drifted toward him.

“I don’t know, Nat,” you said, your voice soft but tinged with a melancholy that struck Bucky like a blow. “The city just feels too heavy this time of year. Everywhere I go, it’s like I’m walking through ghosts.”

Natasha’s reply was quieter, harder for him to catch. She placed a gentle hand on your arm, her expression unreadable as she listened.

“Maybe I need to get away,” you admitted after a pause, your voice barely above a whisper. “Just for a little while. A beach somewhere, maybe. I don’t know. It’s easier to forget when I’m not here.”

Bucky’s grip on his glass tightened, the faint sound of creaking metal snapping him out of his trance. You were leaving?

The idea of you slipping further out of his life sent a wave of panic crashing over him. He’d spent months convincing himself that letting you go was the right thing to do. That you deserved someone better, someone less damaged, someone whole. But now, hearing those words, he couldn’t help but wonder-had he made a mistake?

The thought hit him harder than he expected, knocking the air from his lungs. He turned away before you could spot him, retreating back into the warmth of the party. But even as he moved, the tightness in his chest didn’t fade.

Bucky leaned against the nearest wall, his head dropping as he fought to steady his breathing. The echo of your words replayed in his mind, louder and louder with each passing second.

He’d let you go, convinced it was the right thing. But what if it wasn’t? What if letting you go had been the biggest mistake of his life?

The noise of the party faded into the background, the laughter and music a distant hum as he stared blankly ahead. For the first time in a long time, he felt the stirrings of something he hadn’t allowed himself to feel in years: hope.

If you were still here, still lingering on the edges of his world, maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe he could fix this. Maybe he could find the courage to reach out.

But as he stood there, chest tight with regret and longing, one thought kept echoing in his mind, louder than the rest.

He didn’t want you to go.

*~*

That night, Bucky lay awake in his dimly lit apartment, the weight of your words pressing heavily on his chest. The room was silent save for the faint hum of the heater in the corner, its effort to fight off the biting chill doing little to ease the ache within him. The phone on his bedside table seemed to mock him, its dark screen reflecting his indecision.

He had your number. He could call you. The thought sent a jolt of nervous energy through him, his heart pounding against his ribcage. He imagined your voice on the other end, soft and familiar, the sound of it enough to pull him back from the edge of the spiral he’d been in for months.

But what if you didn’t want to hear from him? What if he’d already done too much damage, created a chasm between you that couldn’t be bridged? The fear of rejection kept his hand frozen, hovering over the phone but unable to bring himself to pick it up.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair, his metal fingers brushing against his temple as he let out a shaky breath. The clock on the wall ticked steadily, each second passing with the same relentless rhythm as his thoughts. He replayed your voice in his head-the sadness that lingered in your words, the wistful tone that had nearly undone him when you spoke of leaving.

What if this was his last chance?

When the clock struck midnight, something in him snapped. His hand shot out, grabbing the phone before he could second-guess himself again. The screen lit up as he dialled your number, his heart hammering with every ring.

One ring. Two.

He almost ended the call, the weight of his doubt clawing at him. But then-

“Hello?”

Your voice was soft, hesitant, and so achingly familiar that it felt like a lifeline. The knot in his chest loosened slightly, though the words he wanted to say lodged themselves in his throat.

“It’s me,” he managed, his voice rough and unsteady. “Bucky.”

A pause stretched between you, the silence both heavy and fragile. “Bucky… hey, Is everything okay?”

He closed his eyes, the sound of your voice stirring something deep within him. “Yeah,” he said, exhaling a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “I’m fine. I just… I overheard you at the party. About leaving.”

“Oh.” Your voice was quieter now, and he imagined the way your brow might furrow as you processed his words. “I didn’t realize you were there.”

“I was,” he admitted, his fingers gripping the edge of the blanket as if grounding himself. “I didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but… I heard enough.”

There was another pause, longer this time, and he could almost hear the gears turning in your mind.

“Why does it matter to you?” you asked softly, your tone cautious, as though bracing for his response.

Bucky swallowed hard, his throat dry as he tried to find the right words. “Because I don’t want you to go Doll,” he said, the vulnerability in his voice surprising even to him.

His admission hung in the air like a fragile thread, and he waited, his pulse thundering in his ears.

“Why not?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated, the fear of baring himself completely nearly stopping him. But the memory of your laughter, the light you’d brought into his life, pushed him forward.

“Because I miss you Dol,” he said, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I know I shouldn’t. I know I messed things up, but I miss you. And I thought… maybe… maybe you miss me too.”

Your breath hitched on the other end of the line, the sound so soft he almost missed it. The silence extended, and he wondered if you were even still there.

“Doll?”

“I do,” you whispered after a moment, the words cracking slightly. “I miss you too.”

Relief flooded him, leaving him momentarily speechless. He pressed the phone tighter to his ear, needing the connection, even if it was only through a device. His metal hand running through his hair.

“I thought I was doing the right thing,” he said after a moment, his voice trembling. “Letting you go. I thought you’d be better off without me, that I’d just mess things up more if I stayed.”

“Bucky…” Your voice was thick with emotion, and he imagined the way your lips might tremble, the way you’d fight back tears even as your heart softened.

“But I was wrong,” he continued, his voice firming with the weight of his conviction. “I was so wrong. Losing you-letting you walk away-was the worst mistake I could make. If there’s chance I can fix that,  fix us, I wanna do that it take to try.”

Silence stretched again, but this time it wasn’t heavy. It was charged, filled with the echoes of words unsaid and the fragile hope blooming between you.

“I don’t know what to say,” you finally admitted, your voice trembling.

“Just say you’ll give me a chance Doll,” he said, his tone quiet but resolute. “One more chance to make things right.”

Your breath hitched again, and he waited, hiSSs heart hanging on the edge of your response.

“Okay,” you said softly, the word like a balm to his frayed nerves. “Okay, Bucky.”

His lips curved into the faintest smile, the weight in his chest lifting for the first time in what felt like forever.

“Thank you,” he murmured, the words carrying all the emotion he couldn’t yet express.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you replied, a hint of humour lacing your voice. “You’ve got a lot to make up for.”

“I know,” he said, his tone filled with quiet determination. “And I will. I promise sweetheart.”

As the call ended, Bucky set the phone down with a steadiness he hadn’t felt in months. For the first time, hope flickered in the dark corners of his heart, and he clung to it with everything he had.

*~*~*~*

The next day, Bucky woke with a rare sense of determination. If there was even a sliver of hope to rebuild what he’d lost with you, he wasn’t going to waste it. His mind replayed the sound of your voice from the night before-soft, hesitant, but filled with the same longing that had kept him awake for months. It was enough to spur him into action.

Inspired by your love for grand gestures, he decided to do something bold, something undeniably him, and undeniably you. His plan? Turn his small, unassuming house into a beacon of Christmas cheer, a declaration of hope, vulnerability, and just a little bit of chaos.

The execution, however, proved to be more challenging than he’d anticipated.

For hours, Bucky wrestled with tangled strings of lights that seemed to fight back at every turn. He balanced precariously on ladders, muttering curses under his breath as the icy wind nipped at his fingers. Halfway through, he managed to drop an entire box of ornaments, glitter exploding across the room like a small festive bomb.

By the time he finished, he was sweaty, exhausted, and sparkling faintly from head to toe. He stepped back to admire his handiwork, his breath puffing in the cold evening air as he surveyed the glowing masterpiece.

The house was dazzling- perhaps a bit too dazzling. Twinkling lights wrapped around every beam, eaves lined with a cascade of shimmering icicle bulbs, and the walkway lit by glowing candy canes. It was extravagant, chaotic, and just a little ridiculous. But it was perfect.

To Bucky, it felt like more than just a holiday display. It was a reflection of everything he wanted to tell you but hadn’t found the words for yet. It was an invitation, a promise, and a plea all wrapped in one.

He pulled out his phone and dialled your number before he could second-guess himself.

“Come over,” he said simply when you picked up. “Please Doll, I want to show you something.”

You hesitated, and his heart stuttered. But then you sighed softly. “Okay, Bucky. I’ll be there soon.”

*~*~*~*

When you arrived, the sight stole the breath from your lungs.

Bucky’s house glowed like something out of a holiday dream, every inch covered in twinkling lights that danced against the snowy backdrop of the night. The air was crisp, the stars overhead faint in comparison to the warmth emanating from the home before you.

For the first time in weeks, a genuine smile tugged at your lips.

Bucky stood on the porch, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, his shoulders tense as he watched you. There was a nervous energy about him, as though he wasn’t sure if this gesture would land the way he hoped.

“Well?” he asked, his voice softer than you remembered, almost shy. “Is it too much?”

You shook your head, blinking back the sting of tears that pricked at the corners of your eyes. “No,” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “It’s perfect.”

Relief washed over his features, and he stepped closer, his boots crunching lightly against the snow-dusted porch. His gaze never left yours, the intensity of his steel-blue eyes grounding you as he bridged the gap between you.

“That look on your face right now,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “That’s all I want.”

Your breath hitched at the sincerity in his tone, the way his vulnerability wrapped around you like a second layer of warmth.

“Bucky,” you started, but he shook his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft, almost bittersweet smile.

“I’ve missed you,” he said, his words as much a confession as a plea. “I’ve missed this. Missed Us.”

Your heart clenched at the raw emotion in his voice. There was no hesitation, no bravado- just him, standing before you, laying his heart bare in a way that stole your words.

You took a tentative step closer, your hand reaching up to touch his cheek. The faint scruff of his beard scratched against your palm, grounding you in the moment. “I’ve missed you too,” you admitted softly.

Bucky leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment before he opened them again, locking onto yours. “I don’t want to waste any more time,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I want to make this right. Tell me I can do that?”

Tears spilled over, but this time they were warm, cathartic. “Yeah Buck, y-you can,” you whispered, the words thick with emotion.

“I can’t lose you,” he said simply. “Not again.”

His words broke the wall inside you, and before you could stop yourself, you leaned forward, your lips capturing his. The kiss was slow, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened, months of longing pouring into every movement. His hands cradled your face as if you were something fragile, something precious.

When you finally pulled away, you rested your forehead against his, your breath mingling in the space between you. Bucky’s hands lingered on your face, his thumbs brushing gently across your cheeks as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment. His chest rose and fell with unsteady breaths, the raw emotion in his eyes enough to steal the air from your lungs.

Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, one hand sliding beneath your legs as he effortlessly lifted you off the ground. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and you instinctively looped your arms around his neck, your fingers tangling in the long strands of his hair.

“Let me take care of you, Doll,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with tenderness.

He carried you up the porch steps, his footsteps slow and deliberate as if savouring the feeling of holding you close again. When he opened the door, the warm glow of the Christmas lights inside welcomed you, casting soft patterns on the walls. The room smelled faintly of pine and cinnamon, a cozy haven from the chill outside.

Bucky walked straight to the couch, sitting down with you still cradled in his arms. He shifted, his hands adjusting to hold you firmly as you straddled his lap. The proximity made your heart race, the heat of his body radiating through his jacket as your foreheads pressed together again.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. “About you. About us. Tell me this isn’t a dream Doll.”

“It’s not,” you promised softly, your hands cupping his face. “I’m here, Buck. I’m yours.”

Something in him snapped at your words. His lips found yours again, more insistent this time, a hunger building between you that had been simmering for far too long. His hands slid down to your hips, gripping them firmly as he guided you closer, your bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle.

“God, Doll,” he groaned against your lips, his voice vibrating through you. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

His mouth moved from yours, trailing heated kisses along your jaw and down to your neck. He nipped lightly at the sensitive skin there, soothing it with his tongue before whispering, “Missed the way you taste, the way you feel.”

A soft whimper escaped you as his hands slid beneath your sweater, his rough fingers skimming over your bare skin. He groaned when he felt you shiver beneath his touch, his lips finding their way back to yours as he tugged the fabric over your head.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his eyes roaming over you with a reverence that made your breath hitch. “How’d I ever let you go?”

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you reached for the buttons of his jacket. He helped you shrug it off, the layers falling away until it was just the two of you, skin against skin, no barriers left to hide behind.

He shifted beneath you, his hands gripping your thighs as he stood, carrying you effortlessly toward the bedroom. “Need you,” he said, his voice raw. “Need to feel you, Doll. Need to remind you how much you mean to me.”

You barely registered the soft thud of the bedroom door closing before he laid you gently on the bed, his weight settling over you like a protective shield. His lips found yours again, his kiss deep and unrelenting as his hands explored every inch of you.

“Bucky,” you gasped when his lips trailed lower, leaving a path of fire down your chest and stomach. “Please.”

“Patience, Doll,” he murmured, his voice a mix of teasing and worship. “I’m gonna take my time with you. Show you how much I’ve missed you.”

His hands moved with a deliberate slowness, peeling your jeans down your legs inch by inch. His lips followed the curve of your hips, his breath warm against your skin as he left a trail of kisses down your thighs. Each touch sent a ripple of anticipation coursing through you, your body trembling beneath his attentions.

When you were bare before him, he paused, his eyes raking over you with an intensity that made your breath catch. The room seemed to hum with the weight of his gaze, the hunger and reverence in his expression sending a flush across your cheeks.

“So perfect,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. His hand slid up your legs, his calloused fingers trailing fire along your skin as they gripped your hips possessively. “All mine.”

“Yes,” you breathed, your voice a whispered plea as your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you. “All yours, Buck.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat at your words, and he leaned down, his mouth finding yours in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. His tongue slid against yours, tasting you, claiming you, while his hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of you as if committing you to memory.

When his lips left yours, they trailed down your jaw, your neck, and then lower. He took his time, his mouth lavishing attention on every sensitive spot, drawing soft gasps and moans from your lips. His teeth grazed the curve of your breast before his tongue soothed the ache, his name tumbling from your mouth like a prayer as his hand found the heat between your thighs.

“You’re so wet for me, Doll,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction. His fingers teased your folds, spreading your slick arousal before circling your clit with slow, torturous precision. “Been dreaming about this. About you.”

Your hips arched into his touch, your body begging for more as his fingers worked you expertly. The coil of pleasure in your belly tightened with each movement, and just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, his fingers slid inside you, curling to hit the spot that made your vision blur.

“Bucky,” you whimpered, your hands tangling in his hair as he kissed his way back up your body.

“Let go for me, baby girl,” he murmured against your skin.

You did as beautiful as he remembered. The release crashed over you like a tidal wave, your back arching off the bed as his name spilled from your lips in a breathless cry. Bucky watched you the entire time, his gaze dark and possessive as he guided you through the waves of pleasure.

But he wasn’t done.

As you came down, your body still trembling, he shed the last of his clothes, the sight of him stealing what little breath you had left. His muscles rippled as he moved over you, the heat of his body pressing into yours as he lined himself up at your entrance.

“Look at me, Doll,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His vibranium hand cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your skin. “I need to see you. Need to know you’re here.”

Your eyes met his, and the intensity in his gaze made your heart ache. Slowly, he pushed into you, the stretch a perfect mix of pleasure and pain as he filled you completely. He groaned deeply, his head falling to your shoulder as he stilled for a moment, letting you adjust to the feel of him.

“Feel so fucking good,” he breathed, his voice raw and strained. “-made for me Doll.”

He began to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, as though savouring every second. His hands gripped your hips tightly, holding you in place as he drove into you, the friction sparking fire in your veins.

“Bucky,” you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders as he picked up the pace, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The sound of your bodies moving together filled the room, every gasp, groan, and whispered plea driving Bucky on.

“That’s it,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear. “Take me, Doll. Let me feel you.”

Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as he thrust into you with a desperation that matched your own. The tension between you built higher and higher, the edge drawing closer with every movement.

“Oh god.” It was impossible not to get lost in him.

“You going to come again for me, babygirl?” he rasped, his hand sliding between your bodies to find your clit. His thumb pressed down in time with his thrusts, and the combination sent you spiralling closer the edge, squeezing him. “Going to show me you missed me too?”

“Y-yeah Buck going, to.. god.. fuck.” You nodded frantically, your brows pinching together as it all started to build, a whimper leaving you and he hit that spongey spot inside.

Your release hit you hard, your walls clenching around him as your cries filled the room. Bucky followed seconds later, his hips stuttering as he buried himself deep inside you, his release spilling into you as he groaned your name.

For a moment, the world stood still, the only sound the heavy breathing of the two of you tangled together. Bucky collapsed onto his forearms, his weight resting carefully on you as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Love you,” he whispered, the words slipping out in the haze of the moment.

Your heart swelled, and you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. “I love you too, Bucky,” you said softly, the truth of it settling over both of you like a balm.

He shifted, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him so that you were tucked against his chest. The soft glow of the Christmas lights bathed the room in a warm hue, wrapping you both in their gentle light.

“Never letting you go again, Doll,” he murmured, his voice resolute as he pressed another kiss to your hair.

And as you lay there, wrapped in his arms, you believed him. For the first time in a long time, everything felt right.

[vamptember]

Hello, vampire friends! Have you been naughty or nice this year? 🦇

We’ve decided to throw together a last minute 12 Days Nights of Christmas to bring some festive cheer to our fandom! ❄️ The prompts are meant to be fun and flirty or sweet and fluffy, chose your favorite flavor of holiday spirit! 🎁

From December 13 to Christmas Day share please your holiday fic, art, graphics, gif sets, headcanons, crafts, whatever you want, anything goes! As always, you’re welcome to base it on the books, the movies, the show, or the musical! Canon or AU, be creative! ☃️

Each day has three prompts, mix and match if you like, do whatever you want with them! Tag your creations with #vamptemberxmas so we can see and rb! 🎄 AO3 collection here!

𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖕𝖙𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖜 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖚𝖙! 𝖕𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘!

1. Stocking Stuffer / Winter Wonderland / Jingle Bells

2. Fireplace / Baby, It's Cold Outside / Feast

3. Underneath the Mistletoe / Baking / Deck The Halls

4. Naughty or Nice / Holiday Traditions / Snowstorm

5. Northern Lights / Vacation / Ornaments

6. Santa Baby / Warm Drinks / Bookstore

7. The Nutcracker / Angels / Christmas In New York

8. Holiday Party / Toy Store / Stolen Kiss

9. Ugly Christmas Sweater / Candy Canes / Winter Solstice

10. FREE DAY

11. Carriage Ride / Mass / Santa's Little Helper

12. Ice Skating / Merry & Bright / Wrapped with a Bow

[xoxochb]

Hii could you make christmas headcannons for percy 🙏

— white christmas ౨ৎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖

♪ ༘⋆ on the radio… white xmas by sabrina carpenter!

warnings: none I don’t think pairing: percy jackson x fem! (?) reader

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୨୧ okay let’s do this thing.

୨୧ so firstly he defff doesn’t stay at camp through the holidays.

୨୧ and he didn’t want to leave you alone so he brought you back to his home with him!

୨୧ and I’ve never been to new york during december, but I know they have that huge tree (??) and I know for a fact, like, the night before christmas (dec twenty four) and forces you to kiss him in front of the trees lolsies he’s so silly.

୨୧ but he literally has you out like half the night just because he wants to walk around in the snow and admire all the christmas lights.

୨୧ and as much fun as this was, by the time you both arrived back home your faces were red and every inch of skin completely numb LOL. you ended up under four layers of blankets with huge cups of hot chocolate (or if you hate hot cocoa like me, then tea or coffee).

୨୧ and you watch some kind of christmas movie until you both pass out on the couch, limbs entwined.

୨୧ you wake up on the couch too, to the voice of little estelle squealing and running through the house excitedly.

୨୧ wait shut the fuck up, I almost forgot to add he def got you both matching christmas pajamas! like I know he would too n they would be those boring plaid ones either they’d probably have something on them.

୨୧ like candy canes or christmas trees or gingerbread cookies or something like that— or even an assortment of all three of those (I’m totallyyyyy not saying that because I have those pj pants…).

୨୧ but they’re so cute.

୨୧ anyways, the day starts with presents first, obviously, but also not before coffee first.

୨୧ coffee always comes first.

୨୧ so you and percy have to restrain estelle from opening up any presents before sally and paul are there. which admittedly was a more than two person job, she was very excited!

୨୧ but the second they say she can open them she’s off for the races LOL.

୨୧ anyways, enough talk about estelle (sorry 😞), I knowwww this boy is spoiling you like crazy.

୨୧ like no matter how many times you tell him you don’t need a lot for christmas— he’s gonna get you a lot anyways because he doesn’t listen for shit.

୨୧ but it’s all very sweet. n I feel like he would get you matching bracelets too like how cute would that be.

୨୧ like his is something ocean themed but it has your initial on it and yours is your godly parent theme and has his initial on it (unless your name starts with a P like me then we’re struggling a bit 😭😭)!

୨୧ but besides the presents, you’ll bake cookies later! blue of course don’t even try to make them any other color…

୨୧ and by the end of this the kitchen is on FIRE!!! 😱

୨୧ no jk but the kitchen is a total mess LMAO like there’s blue ALL over n flour covering the counters and your faces and it’s just a disaster.

୨୧ anyways after the kitchen is cleaned and you’ve both showered and changed clothes the new shenanigans begin… (insert dramatic music)

୨୧ but do you guys know that post I made about how percy always has mistletoe with him 😕

୨୧ well it’s 10x worse on christmas. like his boy has no end he whips it out every five seconds just because he’s bored and wants a kiss from his beloved.

୨୧ and if you don’t kiss him he gets pouty and whiny and won’t leave you alone until you finally have kissed him.

୨୧ and he’s literally awful he’s the type of guy to have christmas music full blast and SCREAM singing all day n it’s literally terrible he can’t even sing good either someone humble him!!!!!

୨୧ you eventually get him to stop (bribed with $5) and calm down.

୨୧ you force him to sit on the couch with you and binge christmas movies ☺️

୨୧ and he’s not going to say no to you…

୨୧ so he wraps you both up beneath piles of blankets. you end up taking a nap for a bit.

୨୧ n when you wake up you go out in the snow because it’s winter duh!!!

୨୧ but he’s lowkey an ass he’s the typa guy to throw snowballs at ur face with no remorse. 😒

୨୧ so you get back at him, of course, and throw snowballs back at his face.

୨୧ n he gets fake angry like the hypocrite he is (LOL jk).

whining, laying on the snow in a defeated soldier position, percy lazily drapes his hand over his chest. “you’ve wounded me. how will I ever recover?”

“you won’t… I shall let you die here,” you play along with a wide smile across your mouth.

percy sighs wearily. “will you grant me one last kiss?”

you oblige and crouch to his level, placing a delicate kiss over his lips.

“thus with a kiss… I die.”

୨୧ anddddd scene!

୨୧ he’s so silly where can I find one like him ☹️

୨୧ anyways, by the end of the day your both frigid snowflakes, sitting practically inside of the fireplace, curled into each other with heaps of blankets.

୨୧ and in all, it was totally the best christmas ever!

[dreamdragonkadia]

Christmas in New York, Christmas in ne- p. jackson x reader

Had this been your goal? No. But were you complaining? Absolutely not.

There was something undeniably magical about celebrating Christmas in New York—especially with Percy and his family. The city was always alive this time of year, its chaotic energy softened by snow-covered streets and glittering lights. Even the subway, usually filled with cranky commuters, seemed to carry a little extra cheer, or maybe that was just the hot chocolate in your hands and Percy’s arm around your shoulders.

Of course, your own mortal family hadn’t been thrilled when you told them you wouldn’t be home for Christmas again this year. Disappointed? Yes. But you’d made a deal with them years ago: Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July were theirs, and Christmas and New Year’s belonged to Percy and his family. Honestly, it was a pretty fair arrangement considering how hectic things could get in the demigod world. The monsters never took holidays off, after all, and neither did you or Percy.

Still, you felt a little guilty about missing the classic chaos of your family Christmas—your little cousins screaming about Santa’s arrival, your grandmother burning something in the oven while swearing under her breath, and your mom insisting you take enough leftovers to feed an army. That guilt had been softened somewhat, though, when Sally and Paul dropped their bombshell:

“We’ve been thinking about moving to the West Coast,” Sally had announced over dinner one night, smiling like she knew exactly how much drama she was about to cause.

The words had hung in the air for a moment, heavy with implications. You and Percy had frozen mid-bite, twin forks hovering like awkward statues.

“Wait, what?” Percy had spluttered.

“To be closer to you two,” Paul explained calmly, like it was the most natural thing in the world. “It just makes sense, especially after the engagement.”

You still got butterflies thinking about it—the engagement. Even the word felt surreal. It hadn’t been that long ago that you’d been fighting for your lives on quests together, and now you were planning forever. Sally had cried when Percy told her, wrapping you both in hugs so tight you thought you’d never escape.

Now, here you were, bundled up against the cold as you stood with Percy on the balcony of his mom’s apartment. The skyline stretched before you, lights twinkling like little frozen stars. Somewhere down the street, someone was playing a slightly off-key version of “Jingle Bells” on a trumpet, and Percy was grinning like he could feel the joy in the air.

“The only negative to it would be no more this,” you said softly, blowing out a long breath just to watch it turn to mist in the cold air.

Percy turned to look at you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his hoodie. “No more what?”

You gestured vaguely toward the city, your face half-hidden behind your scarf. “The noise. The lights. The people yelling at cab drivers. It’s kind of our thing, you know? New York at Christmas.”

He chuckled, stepping closer until he could press a kiss to your temple. “I’m pretty sure cab drivers yell year-round. Not just at Christmas.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. “You know what I mean.”

He nodded, gaze flicking out to the skyline. “Yeah, I do. It’s weird to think about Mom and Paul moving out there. Feels like the end of an era or something.”

“Almost,” you teased. “But hey, they’d be close enough for both families to celebrate together. Think about it—my mom’s turkey and your mom’s blue cookies in one place. Worlds colliding.”

Percy laughed, the sound warming you more than any amount of layers could. “You mean my mom would finally have an excuse to out-bake your mom. She’s been planning that showdown for years.”

“That’s just because you hype her up too much,” you said, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“It’s not hype if it’s true.”

You rolled your eyes again, but this time Percy caught your hand, tugging you closer until you could feel the rise and fall of his chest against your back. You leaned into him instinctively, savoring the quiet moment between the two of you. The city was loud, but somehow it always felt quieter when you were with him.

“You know,” Percy murmured after a beat, his voice soft, “it wouldn’t really matter where we were. Whether it’s New York or the West Coast or—who knows—Mount Olympus someday, as long as you’re there…”

You tilted your head back to look at him, brow raised. “Mount Olympus? Really?”

He grinned, sheepish. “Okay, maybe not Olympus. But you get what I mean.”

And you did. Because no matter where you ended up—whether surrounded by skyscrapers or staring out at the Pacific Ocean—you’d be home, as long as Percy was by your side.

You squeezed his hand in yours and looked back out at the city. Somewhere below, a group of kids was laughing and chasing each other, their shouts echoing up to you. Snow had started to fall again, tiny flecks catching in Percy’s hair, and you couldn’t resist reaching up to brush a few away.

“Let’s make the most of it while we’re here, then,” you said softly. “One more New York Christmas, just in case.”

Percy smiled, leaning down to kiss you gently. “Deal.”

Everything was perfect—the snow, the city, the warmth of Percy’s arms around you. Maybe you hadn’t planned for any of this, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

headcanons: dating percy jackson (pt. 2)

a/n: i know i said i’d make more and i didn’t. until now so here you go. i know it was supposed to be headcanons but the end was more of a minific. i hope you still like it, though.

also please consider reblogging this if you enjoy it <3

pairing: percy jackson x gn!reader

warnings: none, really

(pt. 1)

percy jackson who absolutely adores you. let me tell you, he is whipped. completely. and it’s the most adorable thing in the world. like when sally, being the sweetheart she is, sends him blue candy and snacks he will share them with you. and if you don’t take them, oh boy. 

percy jackson who cannot bake to safe his life. he can cook but his muffins just won’t come out the way he wants them to, no matter which recipe he tries. even if it’s his mom’s, it’s like he’s cursed or something. he tries to make the blue chocolate chip cookies himself and that’s the only thing that works for him when it comes to baking. cake? it burns, somehow. every dam time (i’m sorry, i had to). muffins? he adds too much flour and they come out all dry. he still gives them to you, hoping you’ll still like them so you better pretend you do, even if they get stuck in your throat and you need to chug a gallon of water to be able to eat something else. 

percy jackson who brings you something every time he visits his father. a pearl, a seashell, a little trinket, something he made himself which you can collect on your camp necklace. 

percy jackson who tells you that he loves you like it’s the most normal thing in the world. but he means it and that’s what makes it special. 

“i love you.” 

“i know.” 

percy jackson who invites you to spend christmas with him and sally in their little new york apartment, baking christmas cookies. they’re blue, of course, even if green or red would be more appropriate for the occasion. you don’t question it. later that evening, you’re cuddled up on the couch, watching christmas movies until percy eventually falls asleep. you are playing with his hair as his breath steadies. you smile when you notice him drifting off to sleep, pressing a lazy kiss to his forehead. you almost jump when you turn to look back at the TV, noticing sally still sitting there. you almost forgot where you are. she smiles, clearly amused but also happy. 

“what?” you mouth, careful not to wake percy.

“nothing,” sally says softly, still smiling. the tone of her voice is amused, almost joyful. 

she looks back at the TV, chuckling lightly. 

“what?” you ask again, giggling a little.

“nothing, nothing.” 

you shake your head. 

and sally knows you’re the one for her son. 

[hurtspideyparker]

⋆₊⊹˚‧✩ Masterlist ✩‧˚⊹₊⋆

My AO3: hurtspideyparker

Drabble requests: open :)

Irondad and Spiderson

I'm Not Your Dad (I Know That, Do You?)

Happy Hogan vs. the Chaotic Intern

Peter Takes Tony on a Poor Person's Tour of New York (Part 1)

Tony Takes Peter on a Rich Person's Tour of California (Part 2)

An Irondad Christmas

An Irondad Father's Day

Restless Spirit Tony Stark

Toddler!Peter Loves Cuddles

Tony's Love for Peter Only Pushes Him Away

Peter Wears a Pair of Tony's Glasses in the Lab

Peter Meets Baby Morgan

Emotional Support Intern Peter Parker

Peter Finds Doctor Doom Familiar

Tony Knew Peter for 2 Years and Mourned Him for 5

Texting series:

Irondad Halloween, Peter has a Puppy, Twitter Advice

Domestic Avengers

Avenger's Beach Day!

Peter Stress Bakes in the Tower

The Team Thinks Peter is Tony's Illegitimate Child

Clint Likes to Wear Dresses

Tony Is Accidentally Put on Avengers' Suicide Watch

Peter Parker Can Wield Mjolnir

If Civil War Didn't End in Divorce and Everyone Lived Together:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Ship Writing

Steve/Tony:

Tony Shuts Up the Captain With a Kiss

Bad Witch Encounter Leads to Much Worse

Unsent Love Letters & Hate Mail

Stony Move in Together and Discover Their Differences

Clint/Bucky: Clint Helps Bucky on a Bad Day

Tony/Bucky: Tony Sleeps With a Stranger (Who Turns Out to Be His New Bodyguard)

Peter/Wade: A Kiss Attack (Fluffy Morning)

Charles/Erik: Erik Loves Charles Like a Dog

Other Marvel

Bucky Never Fully Comes Back

Yelena Never Answers Her Phone

JFK: The Mutant Magneto Tried to Save & Bucky Assassinated

See Also

I have tons of #incorrect marvel quotes on my blog !

My Peter Parker Spotify playlist + song explanations

[farfromstrange]

Fictober Day 1: Baking Cookies

Fictober Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Prompt: Baking Cookies (🌼)

Summary: You convince Matt to bake cookies with you, and it’s a rather… domestic scene.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff. That’s it. That’s the post.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: Day 1 of Fictober and we’re starting with something sweet! The -ber months always get me in the mood for cookies, especially chai tea or matcha cookies, so that’s what inspired me. Who wouldn’t want to bake cookies with Matt on a cold and rainy day? I know I would. If you want to be tagged for all fics of this event, let me know. Other than that, I am using my respective fluff and smut tag lists that I use for just about everything I write. But if you want to be tagged for both and aren't already on my tag list, feel free to tell me in the comments! Now, I’m so happy we all get to do another October together, and I can’t wait for you to see what I’ve got cooking for you! May you all come out of this sufficiently satisfied.

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The streets of New York are bathed in a disarray of colors as dead leaves continue to fall off the half-green trees. Before you knew it, summer had slipped away into a moment in time. The heatwave that had terrorized the city turned colder with the end of September, and then suddenly, October was knocking on your door. 

You watch the rain trickle down the kitchen windows. The air smells of roasted cinnamon and coffee beans. The billboard outside shines brighter than the afternoon sun stuck behind a sky of gray, throwing a blanket of dark purple over the apartment, and the radio has been playing the same Beach House song on repeat for the past hour. But as you look over at the love of your life, his rough fingers delicately dancing over the label on the sugar jar to figure out what’s inside, there is no doubt in your mind that this is where you belong.

Matt is wearing the maroon sweater you knitted for him last Christmas. Once the seasons start changing, he pulls it out of the closet like he couldn’t wait to wear it again. Your hands crafted something for him to wear so he wouldn’t have to suffer through the cold anymore; there are not enough words in the English language to describe how much that means to him, but you know. You always know.

He looks almost content, standing there with his hair tousled, glasses discarded somewhere in the living room, and a faint smile on his lips. His brown eyes are so soft they remind you of the hazelnut coffee you shared before you suggested, “You want to bake some cookies?”

Much to your surprise, Matt didn’t argue. You expected him to tell you that it’s not Christmas yet, and you were prepared to tell him that cookies don’t need a specific season to be baked. But his face lit up as soon as the words had left your mouth, and he was more than eager to spend the rest of the afternoon in the kitchen with you. 

“How much sugar do we need?” he asks. 

You look down at the handwritten chai cookie recipe he picked out. “Uh, half a cup,” you say. 

He nods, eyebrows furrowing in utmost concentration as his hands feel around the countertop for the measuring cups. You gently place your hand over yours and guide it to the cold plastic. 

His smile widens. “Thank you.”

You look at him like he’s the only man in the world, and to you, he is. It’s not often the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen lets someone into his heart, you learned, but you only fell harder for him when he finally did. He’s beautiful and not at all perfect, but he is all you want.

“Sugar?” Matt snaps you out of your thoughts. 

“Right,” you murmur. “Half a cup.”

He can probably hear your heart racing, hammering against your ribcage. You guide your joined hands into the sugar, filling it only half before moving over to the bowl with the other dry ingredients. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t even comment on how flustered you are, he just holds on tightly to your hands as though he is afraid you might slip away if he doesn’t. 

It is a different kind of intimacy that’s almost sensual, bodies brushing as you get a whisk to mix it all together, your hand over his and the rain pattering against the window in tune with the radio. 

The cinnamon and the chai tea mix with the faint note of Matt’s cologne on your body, on his shirt, and the scent is unlike anything you could possibly describe. You find yourself leaning closer, impossibly closer, barely stirring anymore. He’s home. He’s your home. 

“Is this part of the recipe?” Matt murmurs. 

You hum. “This step is called stirring the batter.”

He smiles against your temple. “Mh. I like this step.”

“Me too.”

One of his hands slips from yours and comes to rest around your waist, swaying you to the music. You wouldn’t dare break this magic.

“Is there a step called ‘Kiss my future Mrs. Murdock’?” he asks then.

Blood rushes to your head. You’re so fucking happy. A giggle slips past your lips. “I think that’s the next step,” you say. 

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He bridges the gap between you like a man starved, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that knocks the air right out of your fragile lungs. His hand tugs you just a little closer. You belong to me, the action screams. And while you would never allow yourself to be considered someone’s property, it is nice to be wanted. To be needed. To be desired like you are the only thing on his mind, and treated right. Because you deserve it.

After a moment, he pulls away. His unfocused eyes roam your face, but you know he is only listening to your heartbeat, smelling you, feeling you—that’s how he sees you. 

“What’s next?” he asks softly. 

You peek down at the batter, then look back at him. Your mind is still reeling from the kiss, but you manage to pull yourself together enough to say, “Wet ingredients.”

“Oh?”

“Not like that, you pervert!” 

Matt chuckles, throwing his hands up in surrender. “I didn’t say anything.”

“You were thinking about it.” You swat his chest. “I wanted to bake cookies, so let’s bake some damn cookies.”

If you don’t pull away now, you’re sure you won’t get anywhere tonight. 

“Is that what we’re doing?” he teases. 

You nod. “That’s what we’re doing.”

He takes whatever you give him, and does whatever you tell him to until the cookies are finally in the oven. He doesn’t waste another second before pulling you back into his arms.

“Hi,” he says. 

You smile back at him. “Hi to you, too.”

“You forgot this…” You watch as he reaches into his pocket to pull out a ring—your ring.

It was only natural for him to ask you to marry him. He’d been waiting an eternity to do so. No one knows him like you do. No one sees him like you do, and no one loves him quite like you. You’ve seen him at his best and his worst, and you love him not despite but regardless of all of his demons. He doesn’t know what he did to ever deserve you. Quite frankly, he’s not sure he will ever be worthy, but he’d be damned if he didn’t at least try.

Matt had gotten so used to people walking out on him before you came along that he truly believed he was beyond redemption. Beyond saving. But then you tore open the manifest of his soul, read all the pages, and you gave him your heart anyway. He has not let a day go by where he hasn’t at least tried to do right by you. To take care of you. To love you. To carry you in his very hands like the fucking ethereal being that you are. He’s so scared of losing you, he sometimes loses sight of what he wants just to make you happy, but it’s worth seeing the smile on your face when he brings you flowers he thinks smell like you, or when he gets dinner from your favorite restaurant to surprise you after a long day at work. 

Matt’s only purpose in life is to make you happy because he knows you give him the world in return, a kind of love he never thought he would get to experience. It’s unconditional, it’s deep, and at times, it hurts, but he’s learning what it is like to appreciate the life he was given.

He would steal the stars for you if you wanted them. He would die for you, and sometimes he thinks he might even kill for you. Break all of his rules just to make sure you stay unharmed. He would go up against God, even, if it meant you wouldn’t have to suffer. He would not survive losing you, and sometimes, that scares him.

It has been a long road for him, and at times it felt like he was carrying a wooden cross on his back like Jesus did, but all the suffering eventually led to a sense of peace. He learned how to love again—to love you. After Elektra, after putting Fisk away, after everything, he allowed himself to settle down. And he knew shortly after he met you that he was going to marry you. 

You wrap your hand around the ring in his hand, and he gasps softly as he returns to reality. “Didn’t want it to get dirty,” you whisper. 

Matt slips it on your finger, and it feels again like the first time he did it. “I know. I kept it safe for you,” he says. A pause, and then, “I love you… Mrs. Murdock.”

He will never tire of saying it. Not even when you’re old and gray and you can’t remember where you put your godforsaken glasses. 

You wrap your arms around his neck. “I love you, Mr. Murdock. And I can’t wait to marry you.”

The honesty in your voice overwhelms him. “You mean that?” 

“With all my heart,” you promise.

The words take a second to seep in, to withstand the doubts that are always raging inside of him, but then he pulls you in, and he kisses you again. He kisses you like his life depends on it, the delicious smell of chai tea cookies filling the air, and it’s the safest you know you are ever going to be—here, with him, and in his arms. 

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[kayla-and-the-moon]

baby, it's cold outside-! ᥫ᭡.

❄️plot: it's christmas eve and peter just really wants you stay, is that a crime?

❄️pairing: gn! reader x tasm!peter parker <3

❄️tw! : nothing just peter being a sweetpea/ best bf ever / darling dork. (dunno if minimal smooching counts as a tw-)

"god it's storming out there."

in your defense when you'd walked over here, the snow had been light, but now it seemed like the entirety of the world behind the window was a turbulent flurry of white. you'd come here to drop off some Christmas cookies your mom had baked, the problem was what was supposed to be a quick visit had turned into a couple hours.

of course you had one person to blame for that.

peter was practically engulfing you, his arms winding around your midriff and his face burying in your shoulder. you can feel the bastard's evil little grin against your sweater before he gives a hum of faux innocence.

"geez, that's really unfortunate", he tuts, his chin propping up to look at your unimpressed roll of the eyes in the window reflection, "I guess that means you'll have to stay huh?"

"pete, my dad would murder you."

"i think he'd murder me if I let you go out in this weather. so eitherway it's a death-death outcome, sweetheart."

it's honestly unfair how the nerd could turn you to all disarmed and smiley with a simple, dopey wisecrack of his. you have to stifle a snort of laughter before you turn to him with a brow raise. peter isn't deterred, but maybe even more motivated, and only just continues to look at you like you hung the moon itself.

"what? i'm just looking out for you is all !" he shrugs, but the stupid grin on his face belies those innocuous brown eyes of his.

you're almost persuaded to stay, but there's that niggling pinch of responsibility at the back of your mind, and you're once again looking outside as if your stared hard enough the sky would clear. no such luck, god, you wished the universe loved you enough to put its snowy tantrum on pause.

"it's not that bad, and my mom might get worried," you try reasoning, already picturing your mother's hysteria wondering if the multiple thugs lurking in new york's alleyways had taken you prisoner ,"really I should go-"

"you'll get pneumonia," he simply states with a pointed quirk of his brows, "plus we can always call."

"you know as well as I do that the cell service is unequivocally wrecked right now."

"then we'll call in the morning, your mom probably knows you're here," he counters, his fingertips drawing a path over your arms, "plus, I think she's caught on you're Spiderman's personal favorite civilian"

this brings a chuckle to slip from you, shaking your head at him.

"you're very pushy, peter parker" you roll your eyes, your arms crossing stubbornly over your chest.

peter can see right behind your facade though, and in all truth, he's feeling giddy as ever. he thinks he's the luckiest guy on earth when you grace him with that sweet smile rivaling sunshine.

"i'd just like to call it opportunistic," peter beams, the satisfaction evident in the glimmers of golden lamplight in his gaze.

"c'mon baby, don't make me beg here" he implores. lord, it should be forbidden for peter parker to call you that, since you have very little faith that your knees wouldn't buckle right that moment.

his hands find the curve of your waist and before you can even whisper the hint of another weak protest, he's dragged you to his bed, letting you fall on his chest with an unceremonious thump. you can't really bring yourself to tell him off, because peter has a way of making you all soft, and sticky with lovesickness. instead you just lean in to press a kiss of cinnamon sugar to his lips, and it's your turn to grin as he chases you after you pull away slightly.

your fingers toy with strands of his mousey brown hair at his nape as you give a theatrically defeated sigh, "okay fine, if you insist."

it's then you wish you could steal peter's camera just to capture the glow in his eyes at your words, because truly you wanted to save that view forever. his palms rest on the apples of your cheeks, as he gives a low breathy laugh, his nose bumping to yours.

"that took a lot of convincing."

a/n: so this may be kinda rushed, so mind the quality, BUT i miss my tasm ! peter parker ,and i rlly rlly wanted to put out a christmas eve fic, and miss idina menzel and michael buble started this war (frank sinatra too, so blame them). eitherway, hope you liked this tiny lil fic, happy holidays ❄️🎅💕 !!

[macysparadeblog]

⚠️ NEW FLOAT ALERT ⚠️

[divinedelusional]

𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

nate archibald x gn!reader

word count: 515

warnings: none

☆ he absolutely can't wait for december and counting days to christmas

❃it wasn't always like this tho

❃as a child he loved christmas, but as he got older and his money and career obsessed family (van der bilts ew) could only talk to him about his future and pressuring him even during holidays, he lost his excitement

❃he was often spending it with chuck at some point to avoid his family, his problems and ever going drama

☆but then he found you and you made christmas what they once were for him

☆gets really involved in decorating the apartment so it's nice and cozy and gives the holiday spirit in case the weather isn't very christmas like

☆will be down with whatever aesthetic you wanna go with decor, but his favorite is traditional christmas

☆he loves loves loves "home alone"

☆you're surprised he prefers the first one to the sequel

❃ "I was always just scared of Central Park at night"

☆speaking of New York and Central Park

☆is obsessed with it, insists on dates when you order hot chocolate and walk around the Central Park, especially when snow lays around

☆during his life, he spent christmas in Connecticut at his relatives, upstate New York with his grandpa, sometimes flew to some warmer countries, but his favorite christmas is in New York City

☆goes to see christmas tree lighting at Rockefeller Centre every year

☆ooh and his very excited about decorating christmas tree at your place

❃when he was a kid, his family always had it done by the help, but now he wants to do everything by himself (with your help of course) begining with picking the tree at the christmas tree farm and transporting it to your place

❃surprises you when one of the first days of december you see him and Dan dragging the tree to the living room

☆he loves to bake cookies (especially the ones to leave for Santa, yeah he still does that and won't stop) wasn't the best at it at first but got really good

☆obsessed with hot chocolate and chocolate sweets inn general

☆you don't see that throughout the year, but with holidays around the corner, he's craving chocolate, fudge brownies, double chocolate chip cookies... he doesn't know why, but he doesn't care and indulges himself

☆but as much as he loves countdown to Christmas and holiday activities that come with it, he can't wait for actual Christmas Day, when he's going to wake up, with you snuggled to his side

☆he's so happy when you open the presents he got for you, dopey smile on his face

☆you love the things he's getting you, but most importantly you love him

☆you can't get enough of his excitement and spark in his eyes that was there for the whole season, and when you take a walk after christmas dinner, you guys go to see the tree at Rockefeller once again, you make a wish that Nate would never lose this spark and you'll get to experience Christmas with him for the rest of your life

a/n: hope you enjoyed this one! it's short but i still wanted to post it. i remember about requests but now it's easier for me to write something with xmas vibe❤

dividers by: @issysh3ll

comments or reblogs appreciated ♡

[gotta-winwin]

(🎄) ... mirth and good cheer - xmas special teaser

⭐ starring: vernon

🎄preview: vernon used to fly back to new york every christmas for one reason only: his childhood best friend. christmas used to be his and y/n’s thing, until he got seemingly too busy to ever return. now, as y/n departs to korea for the first time, she can’t help but wonder if her and vernon would ever cross paths again. vernon, unbeknownst to her, has been wondering the exact same thing. as the boys set up their christmas tree in their dorm, he does his best to ignore how hints of y/n still seemed to linger throughout the holiday air. 

tw/cw: idol!vernon x nonidol!reader, childhood friends to lovers, estranged friends, slight miscommunication, fluff, slight angst, best christmas romcom vibes, features svt members, stubborn!reader, equallystubborn!vernon, use of y/n, flips between past and present day

🐻‍❄️ release date: christmas day

☁️ masterlist & a/n: dropping a vernon x reader fic for our xmas special! doesn't vernon just scream childhood bestie to lover (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ i just know i'm going to have sm fun writing this cuz the dynamic is so interesting! its already giving christmas romcom vibes and omg you guys are not ready.

11 DAYS FROM CHRISTMAS 2024:

“That’s not how it’s supposed to work.” Mingyu slapped Vernon’s hand away from the tree they were decorating. “It’s supposed to be symmetrical, not whatever you’re doing.”

Vernon had to admit he wasn’t really paying attention. Their dorm auntie, the one who came around once a week to clean up the place, had baked them gingerbread men as a Christmas gift, and the smell felt like it had seeped into the walls of their dorm. It was a nostalgic smell, one that took him back to his childhood, new york and-

“Vernon?” Mingyu waved a hand in front of his face. “Are you even listening right now?”

He blinked, brought back from his thoughts. “Sorry, hyung. What?”

Mingyu could only let out a deep sigh, moving to place the bauble where he intended it to be. “You’re like this every Christmas. If you miss her so much, why don’t you just fly back?”

Vernon didn’t really know why he wasn’t flying back. He certainly could be, they were off work for the holidays and a plane ticket back wasn’t hard to find. He would be doing himself a favor, putting himself out of misery and finally seeing his childhood best friend. The thing was, he wasn’t really sure if Y/N wanted to see him. He shrugged. “I don’t miss her.” It was a lie and everyone in the room knew it. 

CHRISTMAS DAY 2003: 

Everyone who knew either of them would say they were smart kids for their age. Both only five, they whispered secrets to each other like little middle schoolers would on the playground. 

“My parents say I’m going to Korea.” Vernon whispered to Y/N as they watched a christmas movie. “Forever.” Vernon always had a dramatic, theatrical side to him, even as a child.

Y/N could only frown. “Forever? Why?” She couldn’t imagine her best friend moving anywhere without her. “Am I going too?” 

Vernon mirrored her frown on his own face. “I don’t know.” Sensing her sadness, he reached over and gave her a hug. “I’ll visit every year.” He promised. 

“Every christmas.” Y/N insisted. She had always loved christmas above all else. “So we can watch movies again.”

Vernon agreed. “Okay. Every christmas. It’ll be like-” He paused, his young mind searching for the word. “Tradition.” He smiled at her, proud of the big word. 

“Promise?” Y/N stared at him with wide eyes, reaching out with her pinky, extended. “Pinky promise me.” 

Vernon grasped her pinky with his, shaking it firmly. He felt like a grown up, making one of those important business deals. “I promise.” Turning back to the screen, he let out a whine when he realized they had missed the best part. “We missed the part where the grinch screams down the mountain.” He complained. “I wanted to watch that part.”

Y/N got up, searching for the remote. “I’ll turn it back.” 

Their dynamic never changed, even as they grew older. Vernon walked through life, Y/N following behind him with eyes filled with admiration, gently nudging the boy whenever he got distracted and began walking off-track. It stayed that way even with the distance, until one Christmas, Y/N woke up and Vernon had not returned. 

CHRISTMAS DAY 2016:

“Mom?” Y/N called as she walked slowly down the stairs. She had returned home from university for the holidays and was confused when Vernon wasn’t at his usual spot to welcome her home. “Where’s Vernon?” He was usually back from Korea by now.

She didn’t like the look of pity her mother was giving her. “He didn’t tell you, honey? He’s been so busy with work, looks like he can’t fly back to join us for christmas this year.”

She felt her heart sink. She had been looking forward to spending time with him, even if it was just a couple of days out of the year. “Oh.” Of course, she understood. His work was important and she was sure the kpop industry couldn’t be easy. “That’s okay. I guess he must’ve been too busy to tell me.” 

--

“What are you still doing here?” Joshua frowned at Vernon, who was lying down on his bed. “Shouldn’t you be in New York by now?” He was used to Vernon flying back to New York every christmas since they had met. 

Vernon let out a huff. “Not going back this year, Josh.” 

“Why not?” His friend pressed, confused. Vernon was usually so excited to go back. “Isn’t your friend going to be sad?”

“I can’t miss any more practice before our comeback. One Christmas should be fine.” Vernon explained, although his voice betrayed his disappointment. He had been looking forward to going back home, to be able to see Y/N again. He thought to himself that one christmas couldn’t hurt, right?

One christmas missed turned into two. Then four. Then the timing felt too long and awkward and Vernon just never got the confidence to ever go back.

10 DAYS FROM CHRISTMAS 2024: 

Korea was beautiful underneath a sheet of snow. Y/N had landed last night, having made up her mind to give living in Korea a try. Ever since graduating university and landing a job as a screenwriter, her friends and family had always urged her to try working for the Korean film scene. 

She supposed she had always just avoided the country because of Vernon.

Her new job writing for some K-drama started after New Years. She thought maybe spending Christmas in a new place would bring back the mirth and good cheer the holiday used to give her, but she knew she was here for a different reason. A selfish and pathetic one. It burned her, that a part of her still wished to bump into Vernon after all these years. She knew he was doing well, SEVENTEEN was soaring through new heights and she had kept tabs on his ongoing success. It was the only way she kept going: his large internet presence sometimes made it feel like he never even left at all.

It hurt her the most that he could be doing so well without ever seeing her again.

Rounding the corner to the coffee shop, she rubbed her raw hands to regain heat. Ordering, she was relieved to find out she could still hold a conversation in Korean. It had gone rusty, the only people she ever used Korean with back home was Vernon’s dad and sister. 

“Hello?” Someone from behind her tapped her on the shoulder. “Do I know you from somewhere?”