#blitzen x reader

[girlkisser13]

riordanverse masterlist

pjo & hoo

annabeth chase

clarisse la rue

drew tanaka

frank zhang

hazel levesque

jason grace

leo valdez

luke castellan

nico di angelo

perseus "percy" jackson

piper mclean

rachel elizabeth dare

reyna ramírez-arellano

thalia grace

william "will" solace

multiple

cabin headcanons

taking the hoo girls to prom

taking the pjo & hoo characters to the eras tour

the kane chronicles

carter kane

sadie kane

zia rashid

walt stone

magnus chase and the gods of asgard

alex fierro

blitzen

halfborn gunderson

hearthstone

magnus chase

mallory keen

samirah al abbas

thomas jefferson jr.

[pjofancalledbelle]

their married! It’s cannon

Also do you like my knee?

[cabinofimagines]

The Automaton Mash

Last part from Halloween of the year! Hope y'all enjoyed our brainwaves. Pairing: A lot platonic, both MCGA and TOA, x gn!reader Word count: 2.9k Warnings: only our humour I suppose Happy Halloween! - Danny & Asnyox

Lester is the next guy to come up to you in a frantic state. “Have you seen Hecate?”

You stare at him without understanding. “Yeah, plenty of times. Not today though.”

“Very funny. Seriously, I thought I had handled that yesterday but I could’ve sworn that I saw her like three minutes ago and I keep hearing these scratching noises coming from the vents…”

Your heartbeat picks up at his statement. “Eh, what now? Are you sure it isn’t the music echoing through the vents? We’d never held a party indoors before, maybe that’s it?”

“No, no. I tell you, Hecate is here,” Apollo winces. “Maybe I should stop using her name. Anyway, if you see her tell me right away. Gods, you wouldn’t believe how hard it is to keep her from showing up at your parties since the one you held years ago at her house, now she keeps saying how she’s so eager to see it first-hand but if she realizes there are no large campfires with dancing witches all over and that you’ve also invited people from other realms she’ll be so disappointed that she’ll forbid you from making parties!”

You frown. “Is that the reason why you’re always around during Halloween? Wait, what do you mean other realms? Is this about the undead, because I don’t know who invited those guys, Nico didn’t.”

“Klaus is literally right there.” He gives you a look pointing at the entrance. “Why else would I be here every freaking year?”

“Because you love and miss us?”

Lester brushes it off. “Yes. Lots and lots. Anyway, we must find Hecate—”

“It’s not Hecate,” you sigh heavily. “I know what the noises are, but I don’t think we can do much without halting the party. I could use your help, though.”

“Oh. Doing what?”

“We need an expert at dressing up to judge the costume competition and you are our guy,” you smile. “So in about twenty minutes or so go meet Calypso in front of the stage, pretty please?”

Lester glances at the hallway again but gives in. He hopes nothing bad happens while he sits back and enjoys the party.

Percy was looking for Alex. He felt bad for whatever Klaus and possible-real-santa had to put up with on a yearly basis. Starting the preparations for Christmas during Halloween? That’s just insane. But he also knew that he had approximately 20 dollars, a half pack of gum, and a pharmacy receipt in the pockets of his costume. 

If only he could recall what Alex was dressed as- he hadn’t seen her yet, but he knew that Annabeth told him before, in one of her costume planning rambles. With a little chance she might have more money on her, and if not he could try Piper too. 

In Percy’s searching frenzy he wasn’t really looking out where he was going, until he bumped into someone. Percy quickly looked and saw blonde hair, pointy ears and-

Oh gods there were three of them. Did all the elves have to go to this party? Did they have nowhere left? Was the world that far gone? Without a second thought he blurted out a quick “I’ll get you money!” to the closest elf, before running off in a different direction. Said elf turned to his two fellow Legolase’s. 

“What’s Percy’s problem?” Magnus asked, as Jason shrugged. “I think it has to do with Klaus again,” Will said, and Jason seemed to understand. Magnus, however, was left in the dark, for only a moment, before Will sighed and started explaining the saga of Klaus and Percy’s obsession with Christmas.  

Percy figured he would simply give his earthly possessions to Klaus immediately- he can always do a fundraiser next Christmas for the elves. With this mindset he went back out to meet with Klaus and his friend. Before Percy could come close enough to see what they were doing, Klaus’s friend pointed at him. Klaus turned around and smiled widely. 

“Ah Percy, found any gifts?” He said, as he made sure that Percy stood in front of both his friend and him. Percy squinted his eyes as Klaus seemed to be using sign language, but he didn’t question it. 

“I have twenty dollars and some gum-” he said and he felt himself get flustered. Klaus’ friend was staring intensely at his face while he was talking. Percy sighed, “I couldn’t find Alex, but I promise I’ll raise more funds soon!” 

“Oh, but twenty is plenty right now,” Klaus said, “Let’s go get some resources for our workers- I know just what candy they need.” 

And without question, Percy followed the two elves to the nearest store. 

Alex saw her newest target- a Latino on the smaller side. She simply knew that he would be an easy scare- he was already looking extremely anxious. Besides, he was clearly dressed as some sort of dwarf appropriation, and Alex figured he should get a good scare for daring to do so. 

She also figured he was probably unaware of his crimes, but that didn’t matter to her.

So, slowly, she stalked her way to the boy. She didn’t need to try too hard to be silent, as the noises from the party would cover any footsteps.  She was hovering right next to the Latino’s shoulder as he turned around and screamed, high and shrill, for only a moment, as the ghost in front of him started cackling. Leo regained his breath for a moment. 

“Geez, are you one of those undead that are visiting?” he eyed the ghostly figure in front of him, which casually nodded. “Sure am.” she answered, like a normal person and not at all like what Leo imagined La Llorona to sound like. At his scrutinizing gaze Alex felt like she should elaborate, “This is just a costume though.” 

Leo nodded slowly, before properly looking at the costume. 

“Sick costume! Did you have help from Blitzen making this?” he asked. “How do you know Blitzen? Either way, this is all homemade by yours truly.” she answered and Leo whistled. 

“I just met the dude, uh, are you joining in the costume contest?” he asked and Alex shook her head. “Why not?” “If too many people see the costume I can’t freak anyone out anymore.” Alex shrugged, “Besides I have seen what Blitzen has made and there’s no way I am winning, it’s unfair.” 

Leo eyed La Llorona for a moment, before casually looking to the side. 

“If it’s unfair, you know you can bust the awards ceremony.” he suggested, “I live here, I know exactly where you could come from to scare everyone in the audience, if you aren’t a pussy at least.” It barely took a second for Alex to answer.

“I’m in.”

As you sit down between Calypso and Lester at the judges table, you look around searching for Jason or Leo, but neither is within sight. Holding back a groan, you put on an easy-going smile and signal to Calypso so she goes upstage and speaks to the crowd, announcing the costume competition.

As the contenders quickly gather backstage, Calypso explains what they’ll be basing their ratings on and how the crowd is allowed to interact with the process. The prize is, of course, a bag of drachmas and the opportunity to host next year’s Halloween party if the winner wishes to.

Calypso goes back to her seat giddily and calls out through the mic. “First contestant, you may come out now!”

While the competition comes through, you have one eye on the costumes and the other on the vents. If only you had a set of security cameras set up on this stupid table to switch channels every so often and see if the animatronics are getting closer or further away, now that would be helpful and certainly not scary at all.

When Annabeth comes up on the stage she’s holding a large, worn cloak over her body, and you all stay silent whispering about her strange choice and why she deemed it competition-worthy. That is, until she swirls the fabric with a dramatic flare and twirls, tossing the large cloak aside and revealing a highly realistic armour underneath. 

Gasps are heard everywhere, and in the back you hear a girl squeal. “Oh gods, she’s Chappell Roan!”

Annabeth sighs. “I knew that would happen,” she raises her voice. “I’m Joan of Arc, guys, not Chappell! Love her music, though!”

Calypso, Lester, and you lean your heads closer together and whisper. “Okay so that is a pretty cool costume,” Lester starts. “I love Joan of Arc! She was super funny.”

“Mhm, not to be that guy, but if Annabeth wins she’ll get to host Halloween next year and you guys weren’t here to see that, but let me tell you, if she hosts that means Percy and Grover host, and you do not want to see how things go when they’re left in charge.”

“Yeah? And how’s it going for you tonight, hm?” Lester raises a brow.

“What?” Calypso looks slightly concerned. “Is something happening that I don’t know of?”

“Nothing, my sweet, stay in your bubble.” You pat her head distractedly. “Now, Lester, in my defense I’m not hosting, Leo and Calypso are. And the bad side of things is all Leo. However, you may’ve noticed Leo is nowhere to be found, so maybe he already fixed things while everyone was gathered here in a safe space!”

A dreadful high-pitched scratching comes from the ceiling and the vents when two dozen automatons fall out in a cascade of rusty old bodies. You wince, staring at the chaos as three of them fall too close to Annabeth.

“And that’s our queue to stop arguing!” You claim already halfway out of your seat and jumping over the table to fight the machines.

Lester makes his bow appear and Calypso pulls out a dagger from her ankle. You have no idea if she’s got any more hidden and if she also had them on while chilling and watching movies with all of you, but now there are worse things to worry about.

Annabeth stumbles back in shock when the automatons all start crawling towards her, and then a male voice shouts her name, getting her attention. “Your costume!” Blitzen shouts. “It works as real armor, you can fight!”

Annabeth seizes the banner she’d carried to the stage and twists it. It splits in half, creating two medium-sized spears with shiny silver points. “For le goulash!” She shouts before stabbing one of the robots in the head.

Your eye catches a glimpse of something squirming over your head just as you decapitate an automaton and you gasp. “Holy shit, is that a ghost bride?”

Lester squeaks out. “It’s Hecate!” 

But you pale when the girl falls directly over an automaton and cuts right through his middle as if it were made of butter. “That’s not Hecate, that’s one of the undead!”

“That’s my friend Alex!” A short man runs past you smiling from ear to ear. “Mess them up, my friend!”

“Isn’t that…” You squint, but Lester tackles you before you can finish your thought.

From the ground you watch as a large guy dressed up as a bear tears the costume off his body and, in what can only be described as an act of pure madness, sticks a pumpkin over his head. A lit, real-life pumpkin.

You get up to help him but a guy, looking extremely similar to Jason but speaking in a more high panicky voice, urges you to run to the other side. “He’s fine he’s just excited, keep moving!”

“And who are you?” You demand, feeling like you’re suffering some kind of mass hallucinating from smelling Leo’s half-baked goulash.

“I’m Magnus!” He responds while his sword flies all around him slashing robots. You’re not very sure, but every time that thing flies past you, you could swear its humming the Monster Mash.

“Oh, Annabeth’s cousin! Didn’t know she invited you! So you must be the undead Nico sniffed!” You retort after tripping an animatronic and slamming it’s head against the ground.

The human Jack O’Lantern runs past you with the remnants of his costume now also on fire, but he really must have some thick skin, because it doesn’t seem to bother him. Next to him a red-haired girl dressed as Merida shouts instructions at him so he knows where to hit next, given that his vision sucks at the moment.

“Demigod life, am I right?” Magnus says with a hint of dry humour. 

You smirk. “Dude, and you didn’t see our last year’s competition of cabin decorations for Christmas.”

“You guys celebrate Christmas? Aren’t you pagan and stuff?” Magnus pauses. “Oh no, am I the racist Legolas?”

“Duck!” You exclaim, slashing your sword just an inch above his head and cutting through a robot’s arm.

“Here’s the elf candy!” Percy comes through the main entrance holding a tote bag.

Hearthstone and Klaus stop behind him, the three of them coming to an abrupt halt when they see the carnage of metallic limbs and oil stains scattered across the room. 

“What the hell happened?” Percy scowled, locking eyes with Leo. “Dude, I know your waiters were glitchy but you didn’t have to butcher them!” He walks up to one of the bodies and picks up the head. “The off switch is right there!”

You and Jason share the same infuriated look. “Would you like me to hold the goulash while you strangle him with your wig?”

“No need, I’m gonna choke him with the goulash,” he grumbles, walking away to get to Leo.

“Your prize,” Calypso comes up to Annabeth holding a small bag of drachmas. “Your costume is awesome. Good luck hosting Halloween next year, don’t ever ask me to do it again.”

“I don’t wanna host Halloween,” Annabeth scrunches up her nose. “I share a house with Percy!”

“Leonidas Valdez.” 

Leo gulped- he had really hoped that Jo and Em wouldn’t notice anything amiss. They said they would be gone for most of the party week out of respect, but here they were, at the end of the party. He turned to his moms, trying to not look as guilty as he felt. 

“What is the one thing we said you were not allowed to do?” Jo’s voice was strict, and Em was standing next to her with the same look on her face. “Go see the automatons, lest they activate.” Leo admitted, knowing there was no way out of this. “And what did you do?” Em asked. “I went to see the automatons, and they activated, BUT-” Leo took one second to see no interruptions from his moms, “We dealt with the problem now! Nobody got hurt, and you don’t have to worry about the automatons anymore!”  Em and Jo looked at each other for a second, before looking around the mess that was the Waystation currently. “You’re off the hook for tonight, but you will face consequences Leo.” Jo said, before she and Em joined hands and walked off, probably not wanting to see the aftermath for much longer. Leo hoped he could convince the party goers to help clean up. 

“Wow, I’ve never seen them that strict, even with me.” “HA!” Leo jumped up, only to come face to face with Lityerses, “Ah, sorry Lit. Didn’t hear you coming this way.” Lityerses shrugged. “Anyways, Jason is looking for you, something about wanting to dump goulash on your head. I would go to him before he gets to you.” 

As the chaos settled down, Blitzen reunited with Hearthstone, asking why Hearthstone was here. 

Klaus is a childhood acquaintance of mine. He also hates Alfheim. He invited me.  

Blitzen nodded as he looked around the room, only to be interrupted by Hearthstone getting his attention and pointing at Leo- still dressed as a dwarf. Blitzen turned to Hearthstone with a questioning gaze, as his friend had mischief in his eyes. He’s just like you. Hearthstone signed. Blitzen glared at him, as he pointed to the guy dressed like an elf next to Leo, holding a pot of food. He’s just like you. Blitzen signed, and Hearthstone hit him softly. I don’t even like goulash. His friend signed back. 

Before Blitzen could react, Halfborn, still partially on fire with the jack-o-lantern pattern, went up the stage. Somehow this sight of him alone quieted the room, as a manical grin was on his face. “HEY,” He started, loudly, “IF THIS IS HALLOWEEN EVERY YEAR, Y’ALL ARE INVITED TO VALHALLA NEXT YEAR.” 

Nobody cheered, and the next sound was TJ, still impeccably dressed as Sherlock, getting on the stage too. 

“Uh, Halfborn, love the enthusiasm, but most people here are not dead. So maybe Boston will do?” he suggested, and it took a split second for Halfborn to nod. Before he loudly made a new statement. “Y’ALL ARE INVITED TO HALLOWEEN IN BOSTON NEXT YEAR. NOW CHEER.” 

That seemed to do the trick, as reluctant cheering broke out in the crowd. What just happened? Hearthstone asked Blitzen, who seemed a bit disappointed. We’re hosting Halloween next year. Blitzen answered.

[bilbysaurus]

What I write:

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus:

Percy Jackson

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Nico Di Angelo

Will Solace

Annabeth Chase?

Piper Mclean?

Magnus Chase:

Magnus Chase

Alex Fierro

Samirah Al-Abbas?

Hearthstone

Blitzen

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle?

Sirius Black

James Potter

Remus Lupin

What I will not write:

Smut

Polygamous Relationships

Incest (no.)

Abusive Relationships

What I will write:

Fluff

Platonic

Angst (i'll tryy)

What would they do if...

Headcanons

Yandere

that's it for now my love :)

[obsessivevoidkitten]

How The Elf Saved Christmas

Yandere Rudolph The Red-Nosed Deertaur x Gender Neutral Elf Reader CW: Painful Noncon, nonhuman genitalia, size difference, possessive behavior, possessive sex, jealous behavior, general yandere behavior, rut cycle, reader fucked big stupid, overstimulation, cum as lube, mention of musk Word Count: 1.3k (This is your Christmas gift from me, I hope you enjoy it <3)

It was one of the earliest years since the start of the Christmas holiday. Rudolph had just recently joined the other deertaurs that drew Santa's sleigh. Not only did he have the magic ability to fly like the others, but he also could produce a fog and snow dispelling light from his nose. He was perfect to lead the sleigh.

Well... almost perfect.

A week into December, he started acting out. Behaving aggressively towards the other deertaurs, secluding himself, and acting unusually possessive over the elf who had been assigned as his servant.

That was you. You brought him his meals and made sure he was comfortable. Normally Rudolph was very low maintenance and your job was exceedingly easy. He was always considerate of you and treated you very kindly.

But lately, Rudolph wouldn't let you out of his sight. And snapped at anyone who got near you, especially if you happened to walk by another deertaur. One time, he even looked as if he was about to stab at Blitzen with his antlers.

The reindeer even looked different. His normally kind brown eyes were more frenzied and dilated. The normally straight, soft, brown hair of his human half was unkempt. And his muscular human body was always tense.

The other deer-men knew what was going on. But it wasn't like they could get near you to tell you.

Rudolph was in rut.

And he had determined, subconsciously, that you were going to be his mate.

The other deer hybrids had gone to Santa and apprised him of the situation, but he chose to do nothing about it. Forcefully taking away a rutting deer's love interest could get very dangerous.

Besides, Christmas was fast approaching, and the fastest way out of rut was for Rudolph to satisfy his urges. And really, what was the comfort of one elf compared to the enormity of the holiday? Christmas was at stake.

In your employee contract, you had agreed to uphold the sanctity of the holiday and do everything in your power to keep Christmas safe and running smoothly. If that meant you had to be a cocksleeve for a deertaur to keep his head clear so he could guide the sleigh, then so be it.

But even Rudolph didn't know why he was so irritable or why he was so odd in his behavior towards you. Why the thought of you being near someone else or out of his side filled him with rage and anxiety.

You were completely distressed. Your boss was acting so differently towards you. You couldn't even return to your little hut. Normally, you would be dismissed at nights but Rudolph wouldn't let you leave.

Instead, you were made to sleep in his house and on his soft, low to the ground bedding.

One morning, about a week away from Christmas, you both learned why he was behaving in such an egregious manner.

Rudolph woke up before you did and something about the way you lay sprawled out with your butt up in the air and your pants slightly falling off. You woke something up in him.

All his instincts shouted at him to breed this elf that was presenting themself to him. To claim you as his mate officially.

Careful not to wake you, because he didn't want you to struggle until it was too late, he pulled your red and green pants and candy cane striped underwear down to your knees. Then he proceeded to lower himself over you until he was in position.

You were ripped violently from your dreams as extreme pain rammed through you. Rudolph, now at the height of his rut, had jammed in all in one go and with no prep.

Your tiny elf body squirmed and writhed in confusion and pain, the frantic struggles sending waves of pleasure through his cock which was embedded so well within you.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" You squeaked out through the pain.

He didn't bother replying.

Rudolph's body was all you could see above you as his strong thrusts moved you back and forth below him.

The act was raw, instinctive, and possessive. Like your personhood was being fucked away by this being much larger than you until you were reduced to his property.

Screams for help barely escaped your body. They went unanswered. Even if someone had heard you Santa would have told them to steer clear.

You cried and sobbed, powerless to remove the brute who was raping you. Though it seemed he finally had noticed the cries of his partner through his rut.

He slowed down his pace, just a bit.

Snow elves were small but extremely resilient and adaptable. That fact, combined with a slightly slower rhythm allowed you to feel a bit of pleasure as your body adjusted.

"Fuck! You feel so tight! You're just so small~ Gotta fill you with cum. Gotta breed. Gotta breed. Gotta breed..."

You whimpered as the deer man lost himself in his carnal desire to fuck you silly.

He slowed down as he came in you, and you thought you could relax. You went limp, but before you could catch your breath he started pounding into you with renewed vigor, roughly pounding you into the bedding.

Cum leaked down your thighs as his heavy balls smacked you. The smell of his musk filled the air and made you a slight bit dizzy.

The seed from the first round of breeding had lubricated you nicely, and he slid in and out of you in a much more pleasurable manner.

"You take me so fucking well!"

Your crying and sobbing gradually turned into gasps and shudders of pleasure as over the course of the next several hours you came over and over until you couldn't react anymore.

You just lay there and take, completely senseless and overstimulated. Weeping not from pain but from the sensations of seemingly endless mating.

Finally he came in you hard and left himself in a while before pulling out completely. His dick left you with a lewd squelch as at least a gallon of semen dripped from your well worn hole.

For the first time in weeks he finally felt somewhat clear headed.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry."

Rudolph picked you up, cleaned you, and fed you. You were too tired to protest.

The deertaur was remarkably tender for someone who had just taken you against your will, treating you like a snowflake that would vanish under the slightest mistreatment.

It was odd being served by him for a change. But you were too out of it to really give it much thought.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more gentle. But I'm not sorry that you're my mate now."

He was still in rut, and every single day leading up to Christmas Eve, he made you endure an hours long breeding session. You smelled just like him. As if his scent was ingrained in you at a cellular level.

Luckily, his rut ended just in time for him to be able to complete his job, guiding the sleigh without a hitch.

You tried to escape while he was out with Santa, but the higher up elves informed you that you had a new assignment.

You had to live with Rudolph permanently to make sure he never got wild again. His partner had to live with him. If they took you from him now, even outside of rut, he'd go insane. And he performed a very important task by leading the sleigh.

You should have felt honored. Not many elves got to personally save Christmas.

[mj0702]

WoSo Masterlist

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Secrets

Alexia Putellas x Jenni Hermoso x Reader🔞

I didn't do anything - smut 🔞

Then help her - smut 🔞

Whatever she needs - smut 🔞

Whatever she wants - smut 🔞

Ingrid Engen x Mapí Leon x Reader

Talk to us - even smuttier 🔞

Lucy Bronze x sisterReader

The other Bronze

Barça Days:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7.1

Part 7.2

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

National Camp Days:

Part 11

Part 12

Part 14

Part 15

Part 16 🔞

Part 17

Part 18 🔞

Munich Days:

Part 19

Part 20

Part 21

Home:

Part 22

Part 22.2

Epilogue

What could've been

On the Sideline (organized by Monk)

How it started

New Life

Kindergarten

Walk-in

Tooney

Lyon

How it's going

Obsession

Cooking

Catalan Pastries

Jacket

Halloween

El Classíco

Self doubt

Post Barca season

Arsenal??!!

Mariona

Tattoo

Taking a walk

Home Alone

Babysitting

Babysitting Aftermath

Laura

Euros

Mens Euros Final

Lena

Olympics

Jersey swap

Olympics

Hypocrites

Ona

Future

Sick

Pictures

Bachelor

Blitzen

Stainway

Christmas

[the-boy-meets-evil]

right where you left me | ksy & jww

(where you're in an open relationship with soonyoung, who doesn't want to come on your family christmas vacation. it's okay. you run into your ex at the resort anyway.)

pairing: soonyoung (hoshi) x f.reader, ex!wonwoo x f.reader genre: est. relationships, exes to lovers to ??, love triangles | smut, angst??, fluff word count: ~8.6k (yeah, idk either) warnings: open relationship (implied, not explicitly discussed), wonwoo and soonyoung both know about each other (but never actually interact), reader goes away with family for the holidays, mentions of christmas (including christmas dinner), mentions of drinking, soonyoung is soft for reader, wonwoo just wants a second chance, one (1) holy spirit joke, reader does make a choice at the end, smut warnings under the cut

a/n: this is for the amazing and wonderful @beomcoups from your secret santa, blitzen, for @kpopsecretsanta 💕 summer, i already knew you were actually the best. so, it's been really fun getting to send you asks and come up with something for you. i hope you like it (and i'm so sorry it got this long). this is honestly not where i meant for this to go. ily and merry (belated) christmas! thank you to @wooahaeproductions (once again) for giving me a title and to my bby @wongyuseokie for the beautiful banner so last minute.

a/n 2: i'm for real taking a writing break now because december has been busy 😂

tagging: @aaniag, @gyuminusone, @horanghater

smut warnings: multiple smut scenes, lots of kissing, so many orgasms, so much cum (i'm sorry), dirty talk, spit as lube (just for handjobs), handjobs, blowjobs, implied edging, vaginal fingering, protected sex (yay!), implied/referenced phone sex, kind of dom!wonwoo, kind of switch!reader, wonwoo is bossy, oral sex (f. receiving), begging, slight hair pulling, slight nipple play, choking, unprotected sex (don't do this), fucking from behind, pulling out, cum on the back/ass, referenced marking, referenced restraints, pet names (doll, sweetheart, babydoll, baby), probably teasing somewhere, i think that's it (i swear there's plot in there too)

“Are you all packed?” 

Soonyoung is stretched out on your bed, watching you search through your closet. You sigh when you can’t find the one sweater you’re looking for.

“Almost,” you say. 

“It’s on the drying rack in your spare bedroom,” he says. 

You spin around to look at him, eyebrow raised. “What?”

“That sweater you love? The one you pull out the second it’s cool enough?” Soonyoung prompts. 

You give him a look, but don’t say anything. Instead, you walk into the other room and find he’s right. The last thing you want to throw into your suitcase is actually exactly where he said. You check that it’s dry before retrieving it to fold and tuck away. 

“How?” you ask when you reenter the room. 

He just shrugs. “I don’t know, I guess I know you pretty well.”

That tugs at your heartstrings a little, especially this time of year. Because it’s true. Hardly anyone knows you as well as the beautiful man sprawled on your bed, scrolling through his phone. Yet, he’s also the one that seems to hurt you the most. Always exactly where you need him to be, but never quite within reach. This kind, wonderful human that surprises you with things that remind him of you, but can’t (or won’t) come with you for the holidays to a beautiful, snow-covered resort. It’s not worth bringing up again…

“Are you sure you don’t want to come?” you ask.

…but you do anyway. Like the sucker for pain you are. Like somehow the answer is going to change from the last time you asked.

This does make him look up, at least. It’s hard to see the look he gives you. It’s a little comforting that he does look sorry. Not quite enough to ease the ache in your heart. That’s neither here nor there, though.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” he answers. 

“I know,” you sigh. 

And you do know. Your relationship with Soonyoung happened out of nowhere. When you were trying desperately to heal over the worst heartbreak you could imagine and he happened to be there. Maybe that’s why you feel this inexplicable draw to him, even now. Because he was the one to help you put the pieces back together, the one to let you know that you weren’t asking for something unreasonable from your ex, that it was okay to make whatever type of life you wanted for yourself. Over time, you felt yourself getting more attached and let it happen, even knowing it was the wrong choice. Not because Soonyoung is wrong or anything short of great. It’s just, well, he’s always been honest, sometimes painfully so, about exactly who he is and what he wants. He’s just not sure, at least right now, that a closed relationship where he meets the parents is what he wants. 

An open relationship hadn’t been something you considered. It still wasn’t a consideration when you first started sleeping with Soonyoung. It wasn’t until you realized you wanted more of him that you had to have the conversation. Which is how you’re here, now. Going to see your parents and the rest of your family for a beautiful vacation alone despite being in a relationship. Despite him having met some of your family, like your cousins, and the number of dates you go on. Sometimes it really is enough. Not because you’re telling yourself it is. It just is. He comes up with the most thoughtful dates. Surprises you with little things just because. He’s so insanely thoughtful. So, maybe it’s enough that he doesn’t want to come meet your parents.

“Come here,” he requests, opening his arms for you. 

You sigh before giving in and snuggling into him on the bed. He plants a soft kiss on the top of your head first, then your temple. You settle against his chest, timing your own breathing with the rise and fall of his chest. There’s something so comforting about lying like this. Something that makes it easier to be honest when you’re not looking into his incredibly soft eyes.

“I do get it, Soonie,” you repeat softly. “This makes sense for us and I don’t want that to change. I don’t need my parents getting involved.”

“Maybe next year,” he says and that pulls you up short. He’s never said that before. You can’t really help it, you pull away to look into his eyes. “I like being around you and neither of us has been seeing many other people lately. So maybe it’s something we can talk about in the new year.” 

“I don’t want it to be anything that you feel…” you start and he presses a kiss to your lips.

“I don’t,” he assures you. “And you’re still free to do whatever you want, obviously. I don’t even know what it might look like. Just, I don’t know, I figure maybe after the holidays we can figure out if anything changes here.” 

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you agree. 

“But for today…” he says, drifting off as his eyes roam over your body.

“You’re exhausting,” you complain.

“You tried on Christmas dresses in front of me! I’ve been here suffering thinking that I won’t get to slide that material off your soft skin,” he says and kisses your shoulder. “Sitting here neglected as I watched you pack away skirts and those pants that make your ass look amazing.” 

“You’re not neglected,” you tease as he presses a long kiss to your neck. 

“I’m wasting away from the lack of attention,” he whines.

“Hm, is that right?” you ask. 

“It is,” he concludes. 

“Well, we can’t have that,” you say low, running your hand down his stomach. 

“Don’t you have to leave soon?” he asks, stuttering when your hand runs over his cock through his pants. You rub him ever so gently, delighting in the way he reacts.

“I can stop if you want,” you suggest. 

“You know I don’t want you to, but…” he starts and trails off when you move your hand towards his waistband.

“I’m driving, Soon, I can be a little late. I’ll just blame traffic,” you say.

“Fuck it,” he curses. 

You drag his pants and briefs down in one motion, freeing his cock. You remember the first time you fucked him, when he was nervous that you were going to be somehow disappointed. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Not only is he the perfect size, but he has a way of moving his hips while fucking you that’s always drives you crazy.

There isn’t time for you to be walking down memory lane, though. You spit into your hand so that you can start stroking him, delight in how he’s already a little hard. Maybe he wasn’t lying about the torture of watching you try on clothes. After all, you did catch him adjusting on the bed a time or two. It’s not enough for you, just stroking him and listening to all the beautiful sounds that he makes. Before he even realizes what’s happening, you’re taking him into your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the tip and carefully massaging his balls with your free hand. You hollow your cheeks when you take as much of him into your mouth as you can. Carefully sucking while you bob your head on his cock, running a hand up and down the base as you continue to work on him. 

“Fuck, that mouth is so good,” he whines. “Oh my god! Ugh, yes!” 

One of the things you like about Soonyoung is times like this, where he doesn’t need to be in control. Where he just lets you take care of him. Lets you make him feel good. Just completely turns to putty in your hands. He’s muttering obscenities about how much he loves your mouth, how you know just what to do, how you’re cruel for bringing him to the edge and then backing off. You may not have enough time, but you also can’t really stop yourself. 

“You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up,” Soonyoung warns. 

You pull up off him just for a second to fix him with a look. “Kinda the point, isn’t it?” 

“Not if it means I don’t get to fuck you,” he answers and pulls off his shirt. 

Okay, you can take the hint. You quickly strip off all your clothes and move up to lie on your side facing him. He captures your lips in a kiss and quickly puts a hand between your legs. No time to waste. He runs his fingers along your entrance, collecting the wetness there and groaning, probably at how you’re wet just from blowing him. When he slides a finger inside your cunt, you want to pull away from the kiss. Instead, you just moan into his mouth, spurring him to pump his finger into you faster. Another moan and he presses a second finger in. 

When you first started fucking Soonyoung, you were a little embarrased about several things when it came to sex. One had been how wet you get. He had been so quick with the praise, so quick to assure you that it was a good thing, so quick to make you comfortable. Now, you barely even think about it. Everything with him is effortless, comfortable. It’s entirely too fast when you feel like you’re already starting to come undone. 

“God, I love watching that pussy suck my fingers in,” he says. “So good for me, so greedy.”

“Fuck, Soon, hang on,” you pant out.

“Feeling good?” he asks.

“Yeah but you’re gonna make me come,” you whine. 

“Isn’t that the point?” he parrots back.

“Thought you wanted to fuck me,” you remind him.

He removes his fingers from your cunt entirely too quickly so he can roll over to reach the drawer. With surprising speed, he pulls a condom out and has it on in a matter of seconds. You’re about to ask how he wants you when he rolls back over and hikes one of your legs up. This is a new position for the two of you, surprising with how many you’ve tried. There’s something a little intimate, facing each other like this with your leg up over his arm. His brows furrow a little as he lines himself up. 

“Oh god,” you moan out when he presses all the way in, right off the bat. Even with the prepping, it’s more of a stretch than you were expecting so fast.

“You okay?” he asks. Even though he wants it to be fast, he’s still so considerate.

“Yes, just fucking move, please,” you whine.

“So needy,” he says, but he still moves. 

It’s fast and a little desperate and the angle has him hitting you just where you want him. It doesn’t feel awkward in this position, either, which crossed your mind for a second. You’re clinging to any part of him that you can, moaning incoherently, about to come undone in a stupidly short time. But, he’s babbling too, uttering praises for how good he feels, reminding you how amazing you are. He’s so vocal and it’s what sends you over the edge. He follows right behind you.

You lay on your back and take a few moments to catch your breath. Watch him as he gets up to dispose of the condom. Smile when he comes back and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. He’s so pretty like this, glowing and smiley and perfectly content. So are you, apparently, as he tells you constantly.

“You have to go because I have to shower and I don’t want to have to shower again after that,” you say when you get up.

“But, what if I want round two?” he asks, drawing you in against his body. 

You lean your head to press a kiss to his lips and carefully pull away. “Then, you’ll just have to wait til I’m back.”

“Thought you didn’t mind being late,” he presses.

“A little late,” you say and laugh at the pout. “You’re cute, Soonie, but I still have to go.”

“Fine,” he sighs. “You’ll be back before New Year’s?”

“Yeah, for the party,” you confirm. 

“I’ll miss you,” he whispers into your hair. The kiss he presses to the top of your head nearly has your knees weak. Instead, you just smile as he leaves and rush off to the shower before you get in the car. 

The resort your parents picked this year for the holidays is beautiful. There’s a main resort and also a bunch of smaller buildings with rooms that are more like condos. Your parents are staying in a particularly roomy one, because they love to host, so you don’t feel too stuck by staying with them. It’s also nice because the resort is attached to a ski lodge. You can actually ski straight from the rooms onto one of the trails. It’s all beautiful and you feel incredibly at peace. 

(You also appreciate how there are plenty of things to do for people that don’t like to ski or snowboard. Not that you don’t, you’re just sometimes a little worried you’ll fall.)

The first night was just for relaxing after the ride up. The four hour drive ended up going a lot faster with your cousin in the passenger seat, thankful you hadn’t actually left yet because her car broke down. Even though you don’t live far apart, you feel like you don’t see her nearly often enough. So the car ride is a nice way to catch up. 

Now that it’s the first full day, you’re ready to explore a little bit. Your parents mentioned a little cafe in the lodge that sounds like the perfect place to get a cup of coffee. Of course, you could make it in the room, but it probably wouldn’t taste as good. Bundled up, you head down to the lodge and look out for the cafe. It ends up being pretty easy to find. And it’s not the only thing. 

It’s like a pull that you can’t explain, the way your eyes fall on someone sitting in an armchair just to the side of the cafe. His dark hair has that slightly tousled look, probably from being outside, and his glasses keep sliding down his nose. As you watch, he absently pushes them back up, eyes glued on the book in his lap. There is no world where it makes sense that he’s here and also no world where he could be anyone else. You’re debating whether or not to approach him when he looks up. The smile he sends your way has you feeling things that you know you shouldn’t. 

Your feet carry you towards him without permission and he rises to meet you part way. “Hey, what are you…” 

At the same time, he starts to say, “wow, small world.”

It’s a little awkward (read: a lot) and neither of you really know what to say. It’s been two years since you last saw each other, two years since you last spoke, two years since the break up that nearly tore you apart. Even though it’s been long enough that you feel better about it, it’s still awkward. He probably feels it too, the uncertainty of running into each other someplace so unexpected. The question of how to move forward. 

“So, um, this is…” Wonwoo starts.

“Awkward? Weird? Unexpected?” you offer through a forced laugh.

“What are you doing here?” he asks.

“My family is here for Christmas,” you answer. “Yours too?” 

“Yeah,” he says. 

“Right,” you say. “Well, I was just going to get…”

“Can we talk? Maybe over lunch or something?” he asks just as you’re ready to turn around. 

You’re rooted to the spot, unable to answer him right away. Can you? Yes, you definitely have that capability. Should you? That’s a bit harder to answer. Your brain is full of images of your past relationship - the good, the bad, the ugly - and your current situation. Maybe Wonwoo still does know you, at least well enough to read your face, because he speaks up again.

“Never mind, that was silly to ask,” he says.

“No, it wasn’t. I’m sorry. I’m just, I don’t know, a little overwhelmed, I guess,” you admit.

“Me too, if it helps,” he says. 

You look down at your watch. It’s a little earlier than you usually eat lunch, but maybe that’ll be a good thing. “Do you wanna get something now?”

“What about your coffee?” Wonwoo asks.

“I’m sure the restaurant has some,” you say before you lose the courage. 

Lunch is actually surprisingly easy. Well, after you get some of the awkwardness out of the way. But, it gives you a chance to say a lot of things you both kept to yourselves. Back when you were dating Wonwoo, it got harder until it was too much. He was always soft spoken, always afraid to burden anyone else with his problems. Even when you reminded him that’s what partners were for, he just kept most of it to himself. Which wasn’t healthy for either of you. You wanted things out in the open so you could talk about them, he kept them to himself. Something tiny could fester into something much bigger and then become a real issue. Even when it came to issues at work or with other friends, he was hesitant to mention it. By not wanting to be a burden, he ended up driving a massive wedge between you. And he’s able to share things with you, too. Like how it wasn’t always easy to want to share when he felt pressured. He knows you only cared, but sometimes he wasn’t ready. Sometimes he couldn’t talk about it in the moment and just needed a day to process. Something he knows that he should have shared with you, as well. 

It turns into a much longer meal than either of you expect. After talking about your relationship, you fill in the last two years. He talks about work and friends and reluctantly admits that he hasn’t dated anyone seriously since you. When it’s your turn, you stumble over explaining Soonyoung, ending up opting for full transparency. If he’s surprised, he hides it well. Seems to understand that trying something a little different can be exactly what you need. When you finally check your phone to see you’re running late to meet your cousins, you say goodbye with a promise to hang out again. And an assurance that you haven’t changed your number and he isn’t blocked. 

You spend most of the afternoon playing games with your cousins and sharing what you’ve been up to. The cousin that rode with you, and knows Wonwoo the best, is nearly on the floor when you tell her that he’s here somehow. Especially because she also knows Soonyoung and likes him, but thinks he’s not the long term plan for you. She’s a little surprised, given how much you smiled about seeing Wonwoo, at how fiercely you defend Soonyoung. It’s just, well, he’s been a lot for you in so many ways. Yes, some of it has been painful and some of it has involved learning things you’re not sure you needed to. But, it’s also been safe and protected. It’s allowed you to grow in ways you never expected. 

An afternoon of gaming turns into a night of dinner in the suite, more games, and drinking. Your cousin takes your phone and texts Wonwoo from it. Invites him over to the room to pick you up. Of course, she doesn’t tell you any of that. But, when you answer the door and see your ex on the other side, he suggests you check your phone. You shoot your cousin a look and grab your coat. He’s here, so you might as well go with him. When he holds out his hand for you, you take it and follow him into the night. 

The next days pass in a kind of haze. It’s so pretty to be at the resort, watching the way snow seems to fall more often than not, even if it’s just a light flurry for 20 minutes. There’s a beautiful, tucked away corner of the lodge where you can sit in rocking chairs by floor to ceiling windows. It gives you a perfect vantage point to watch the snow, or watch people coming down trails, watch anything. You’re with Wonwoo more than your own family, a fact that nobody seems to talk about. Maybe because everyone liked Wonwoo and nobody really understood why it ended. You hadn’t wanted to talk about it. And now it doesn’t seem to matter. The man before you isn’t the same boy that you walked away from two years ago. You’re not the same either. Both of you get a lot of time nestled away in the cocoon of the holiday vacation to talk about that. To talk about who you are now and where you want to be. About if things would turn out differently now.

It’s all kind of a practiced dance, though, because Wonwoo knows that Soonyoung exists. He knows that there’s someone you’re not really ready to let go that may be waiting for you to get back to have an important conversation. (He is waiting for you, but you don’t tell Wonwoo that. Because it may not be in the way you wish he was waiting for you. What you do know is that he’s been sending you a lot of messages. There are a lot of things that seem to remind him of you. So, he’s constantly on your mind.) And there are some things that haven’t changed about Wonwoo, too. One of those things is that he doesn’t really find the idea of sharing a partner appealing. Even though he’s one of the most secure people you know, you can also tell what he thinks about the complication of your current situation. There’s no judgment, only more hurdles. It’s like he wants you to consider giving him another shot, but he doesn’t really know where to start. 

Since Christmas Eve and Christmas morning are for family, you get a much needed break from having Wonwoo around constantly. Not that you mind, it’s just that your head needs a little space. You need to figure out what exactly you want. Which isn’t really any easier when you’re separated from your ex, sadly. Both he and Soonyoung are still fighting for space. Your thoughts are kind of a jumbled mess. 

(It doesn’t help that Soonyoung calls you on Christmas Eve. Or that the call turns into FaceTime and that turns into the two of you getting off. Phone sex wasn’t ever really something you were into before him. You didn’t really get the appeal of it. But, you’ve seen the positives of it with him. Still can’t really believe how easy it is for him to push you over the edge when he’s not even with you. And you kind of like knowing you do the same to him, seeing his cum paint his stomach after he finishes. He gets a little sappy after he comes, too. When you’re both cleaned up, he’s still there. Telling you that he misses you and that the city feels a little lonely without you there. It’s not like you haven’t left before, but this just feels different to him. He says it all without seeming to think much about it and you’re not really sure how to take it. Is it honest? Or is it the post orgasm haze?) 

But, after Christmas dinner, you’re on your own to do whatever you want. And you know what you don’t need to do. You know that you don’t need to make this whole mess inside your head more complicated than it already is. You do really miss Soonyoung and all his energy. There’s something infectious about him. But, you also know that he’s been very clear on his wants and needs, even if he says you need to talk when you’re back about what’s going on. Then, there’s all your returning feelings for Wonwoo after all the time you’ve spent with him the past several days. Soonyoung seemed to skate over you mentioning running into your ex like it didn’t matter. Or that he trusts you and that the relationship is open, which is the more likely answer. All of that leads to sitting on the couch of Wonwoo’s suite, sipping a glass of wine. 

“What’s going on here?” you ask, interrupting the formerly comfortable silence. 

“We’re drinking wine on Christmas?” Wonwoo suggests.

You turn your head to look at him and find he’s a little confused. “I don’t mean that. I mean,” you gesture between the two of you, “here.” 

“Ah,” Wonwoo says and takes a sip. 

“Yeah,” you say.

“I don’t know, honestly. I know I missed you and that I feel like things are different now. I think we could have actually worked through our issues if we were these people,” Wonwoo says.

“But?” you prompt. Because there’s so clearly a but coming to what he said.

“You’re in a relationship,” he finishes. 

“An open one,” you remind him.

“That you’re not really sure how to define,” he presses back.

“We aren’t even sure if we’d work together again and you’re already worried about what’s going on with Soonyoung,” you sigh. 

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“We’ve got history and it’s been so nice to be around you. But, if we were to try something out again, we’re not just going to jump back into it being serious right away,” you tell him.

“No, I wouldn’t expect it to,” Wonwoo agrees. 

“So does it really matter if I’m seeing someone else? Does anyone outside of us really matter while we’re figuring things out?” you ask.

This is a definite crossroads for Wonwoo. He’s always been very logical and impossibly smart. In all the time you knew him, he was one to weigh things out and go with what made the most sense. It wasn’t like him to be overly emotional about things. Except, apparently, when it came to you. So, this is a big ask. For him to just set aside personal feelings for you and consider the logic behind what you’re saying. It’s a crossroads for you, too. Because you do know it makes sense to consider exploring whatever’s been happening between the two of you. To not have any what-ifs or questions when you go back to the city. To actually explore another genuine connection so you can better understand what you do or don’t feel for Soonyoung.

Wonwoo sighs and nods. “Yeah, you’re right. Focusing on this and figuring it out doesn’t involve anyone else but us.”

“So that last little line of defense stops now?” you ask, hopeful.

“Last line of defense?” he asks. 

You gesture at the space between you. “Ever since I ran into you, there’s always space for the Holy Spirit between us.” 

Both of you laugh at that when Wonwoo’s face cracks into a smile. It erases the last little bit of tension left between the two of you. It’s clear that he means he’s going to give it a real shot to figure out what’s going on without worrying about anyone else. Wonwoo shifts closer to you, rests his arm on the back of the couch behind you, and presses his thigh into yours. 

“Do you still think there’s space for the Holy Spirit?” he asks. 

“No,” you say with a light laugh. 

“I’ve missed you, doll,” he admits and presses a kiss against your temple. 

“I’ve missed you, too,” you say. You turn your body so your back is against the arm of the couch and drape your legs over his lap. It’s a little more comfortable and it lets you look at him easier. 

“It’s so weird to me, running into you here,” he says and you laugh.

“I’d say it’s some kind of fate, but I know you don’t believe in that kinda shit,” you offer.

“I don’t know that I do, but having you around has given me a break from my family,” he shares. 

“Your family is great,” you disagree. 

“They are, but it’s a lot of people time,” he says with a sigh.

Which is why you suggest that you just sit back and watch a movie, something a little scary because you know that’s what he prefers. It doesn’t have to be some Christmas movie, you’ve gotten enough of that with your cousins in the lead up to the holiday. So, you let him pick something and settle back, appreciating the closeness. 

The movie is good, but you’re kind of a fidgeter. You make it through the first half easily, but in the second half, you start getting a little sick of sitting still. Just little things. Adjusting how you’re sitting. Moving your legs slightly. Reaching out for one of Wonwoo’s hands. Something to trick your body into thinking it’s moving. Until it’s a little more than just a movement. Without even thinking, you pull one of your legs towards you, let your knee bend for a second, because it’s a little stiff, and slide it back. It isn’t until Wonwoo sucks in a breath and clenches his jaw that you realize your foot slid right over his dick. 

“Wonwoo, I’m sorry, I didn’t - “ you start, but he’s moving your legs.

“Let’s go,” he says as he stands up.

“What?” you ask. “Go where?” 

“Come on, sweetheart, I’m not gonna play these fucking games,” he says and pulls you up off the couch. 

You’re really caught off guard, because it had been an accident, but your body remembers this. He’s guiding you in front of him to one of the bedrooms and pressing you inside. As soon as you’re both through, he closes and locks the door. Then, he presses you back into it and kisses you hard. Crowds your space so you can’t move an inch. You gasp when he nips at your lip. This has always been the thing about Wonwoo. He’s so quiet and soft spoken and unassuming around everyone else. Just the smart boy who likes to read and play video games. Until he gets you behind closed doors and a switch flips. 

“Fuck, Nu, I swear it was an accident,” you groan as he kisses down your neck.

“So, you don’t wanna get fucked into the mattress? Don’t want me to show you I still know exactly what you like?” he asks.

You’re not the same person you were two years ago, though. “Maybe I like different things now.” 

“We’ll see about that,” he says. 

Before you can respond, he’s kissing you again. Hard and needy and like there isn’t a tomorrow. Maybe there isn’t for the two of you. It’s not like you’ve managed to clear anything up. 

Wonwoo presses his hips into you. Places his hands on either side of your head against the door behind you. It’s so easy to fall into old patterns with him, where you give up your control. Your hands run along his back, underneath his shirt, and he shivers at the touch. It makes him thrust his hips into you again. It makes him grab your hands and pin them in one of his above your head. His lips are demanding when they return to yours, like he’s taking what you owe him. 

There’s no point in begging for more. It would only make him go slower. So, you accept his tongue into your mouth when he keeps kissing you. You let your hands stay pinned above your head. You even chase his lips when he pulls away. It’s hard to suppress the shudder when his lips brush against your ear. 

“I want to fuck you,” he whispers. “I want to press your pretty face into the mattress and get your ass in the air. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” you whimper out. 

Wonwoo pulls away from you and starts to undress. It’s hard to take your eyes off of him because he’s so beautiful. The broadness of his shoulder and his slender waist. The muscles that he hides behind all the layers flex as he pulls off his shirt and steps out of his pants. But, then he’s looking at you expectantly. Likely wondering why you’re fully dressed. You make quick work of getting out of your clothing before turning back to him. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed, babydoll,” he instructs. You hasten to listen to what he asks and he smiles. Not a soft smile. “Open your legs.” 

You do that as well. With your hands on the bed behind you, you lean backwards. Wonwoo kneels down between your legs and runs a hand up your calf. He nips softly at your thighs, sharp enough to make you gasp but not hard enough to leave a mark. As he moves to your other thigh, he spreads your legs further. Only places a light kiss on your other thigh before his hand returns to your pussy. His fingers spread you open and he blows gently. The sensation makes you shiver. It makes you want to beg for him. Instead, you just grip the sheets tighter. Wonwoo chuckles, probably at your attempt to hold back, and licks a stripe up your center. Flattens his tongue against you and runs it slowly through your folds. 

“Oh god,” you moan. You don’t need to look down to see that it makes Wonwoo smile, but you do anyway.

He continues to work you with his tongue, alternating the pace so that you never really know what to expect. His thumb rubs circles over your clit. Maybe he does still know how to get you going. Or maybe your body just remembers him. Either way, he feels so good. You’re entirely more pent up than you feel like you should be. It would be embarrassing if it was with someone you weren’t comfortable with. 

“Fuck, please, baby, I need your fingers,” you beg. 

“You getting close?” he asks.

“Yes, fuck, please,” you cry out.

“Do you think you deserve to come?” he asks. It’s only his thumb on your clit that keeps you going.

“Please,” you beg and hope it’s enough.

It must work because his tongue returns to your cunt and he slides one of his perfect fingers inside as well. The second is in before you realize it and your moans are more sounds than anything intelligible. It’s an unsurprisingly short time before you make a mess of his face and fingers. After he guides you through your orgasm, he stands up and leans over you. Pulls you in for a kiss so that you can taste yourself on his lips. It’s enough to make you a little dizzy. Entirely too soon, he’s breaking the kiss. He runs his hand over his dick and looks at you.

“Spit in your hand,” he directs and you do it without thinking. The post-orgasm haze still has hold of you. 

You don’t need him to tell you what to do next. Before he can say anything, you take over and run your hand down his shaft. Slide your thumb carefully over his tip. Wonwoo clenches his jaw like he’s trying not to let you know just how good it feels. Because you still know him too. You continue to stroke him and take his cock into your mouth. Just the tip, at first. When you look up at him under your lashes, you know that he’s going to lose the battle. 

“Fuck, babydoll, that mouth is better than I remember,” he groans out. His hands wind into your hair, but he doesn’t fuck into your face. You’re a little surprised he can hold back. Especially when you swirl your tongue around his tip. “Okay enough of this.”

Wonwoo, with surprising gentleness, pulls you off of his dick. You have just enough time to look at him triumphantly before he’s moving you back into the bed. He gets you on your hands and knees, presses your back down so that your ass is in the air and your face presses into the pillow in front of you. You arch your back deeper so that he has the best angle. The bed shifts under you and you assume that he’s lining up behind you. He presses a finger into your pussy again and you squirm for a second. When he removes it, you want to complain. But, he’s quick to line himself up and press his cock into you. The pillow muffles your moan as he presses all the way in. His hands find purchase on your hips as he sets a slow rhythm. 

It doesn’t seem like it’s enough, though. His hand finds it’s way into your hair and he pulls back, more gently than he used to. “Is this still okay?” 

His voice is hoarse in your ear. “Fuck, Nu, yes. Be rough with me.” 

It’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides up your body to take your nipple between too skilled fingers. The first twist has you screaming out for him, wanting him to continue. And he does, all while picking up the pace that he fucks into you. He keeps you pressed against his chest. The snap of his hips and the skin slapping together isn’t enough to cover your stream of profanities. Wonwoo places a hand lightly over your throat, using it to anchor you to him. Your loud moan and reassurance of permission makes him squeeze a little tighter. It’s that perfect sensory deprivation to make it all the more intense. Between that and your earlier orgasm, you’re a bit on overload. It’s a kind of mind blankness that you haven’t felt in awhile. Nothing else exists but the pursuit of pleasure. Your mind is totally empty.

Eventually, his movements start to stutter and he releases your throat. Directs you to rub your clit. You hardly need to touch yourself before you feel your second orgasm rip through you, coming all over his dick. He snaps a few more times before pulling out of you. His cum paints over your ass and your back. Wonwoo collapses next to you and you lower yourself down onto your stomach, trying not to make too much of a mess. 

After a moment, Wonwoo presses a kiss to your shoulder. “What do you, babydoll, do I still know you?” 

“It’s like nothing ever changes,” you admit. 

The two days after Christmas seem to pass just as quickly as the days before Christmas. Something feels like it’s shifted with you and Wonwoo, but maybe not in the way you expect. You’re still spending a decent amount of time with him, still being pretty affectionate, but you don’t end up naked in his bed again. It could just be you, though it feels like a joint decision. It feels like it’s some unspoken agreement. 

Everything with Wonwoo has been amazing, like a little break from reality. It’s been so nice to get to see him again, to get to talk about your relationship and everything it meant. Even though you’ve both changed a lot, it’s nice to realize how well he still knows you. And he seems to accept all the ways you’ve changed in stride, which surprises you a little. Change had never been his favorite thing. There’s also just a general sense of nostalgia to your interactions with him. He’s safe in the way someone says that you can always go home. It feels like falling into old patterns. 

But, that’s not what life is supposed to be, is it? Life is about taking chances and risks and pushing yourself out of your comfort zone. Falling back into step with Wonwoo would be so easy. It’s obvious that he still loves you, or maybe loves you again. It’s so easy to picture what your life with him looks like because you remember. You remember all the plans the two of you made. It just feels kind of stagnant, though. You know the kind of love you’re getting back into. It’s not even about not trusting him or worrying it would end up in another break-up. Things are different enough with your communication that you trust it would be different on that front.

It’s just, if you’re being honest with yourself, you can’t get Soonyoung off your mind. Even when you’ve been with Wonwoo, there’s that small voice in the back of your mind whispering Soonyoung’s name. It’s also really hard to stop thinking about what he said before you left. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything changes. Maybe it only means that you define the relationship a little more clearly and it’s still open. But, if you move forward with Wonwoo, you know what that means for Soonyoung. You know it means you’re going to be saying goodbye to the person who’s challenged you, who’s pushed you, who’s forced you out of your comfort zone. You’re just not sure you can do that.

By the time the last night comes around, you know that you need to have an actual conversation with Wonwoo before leaving. Life doesn’t always give you the chance for closure, so you know to take it when it comes around.

“This is it for us, isn’t it?” Wonwoo asks. 

“Yeah, I think it is,” you say. 

“I hope he knows what he’s got,” Wonwoo says with a sigh. “By the time I figured it out, it was too late.” 

“I hope you know that everything I felt for you was so real, that it’s still real now. It’s just…” you start.

“Not enough?” he finishes and you frown. “It’s okay, I’m not upset. I knew from the start that this was a long shot.” 

“Why did you do it, then?” you ask.

“Because I would have regretted it if I left something unsaid or undone,” he says simply.

“I’m so sorry, Wonwoo,” you say.

“I’m not. I’m thankful we got this chance. Now, I have the closure I needed to actually move on,” he says. 

You’re not sure what else to do, so you just wrap your arms around him. His arms wrap around you without missing a beat and he places a kiss on the top of your head. The two of you stand like that for a few minutes, letting all the feelings wash over you. It’s the next part that’s going to be the scariest.

You haven’t properly talked to Soonyoung since the two of you had phone sex on Christmas Eve. Which is actually on you, at least this time, because he’s been keeping up a relatively steady stream of texts. Asking how the vacation was, how it was to be around your family, even how it was to see your ex. And you haven’t done anything wrong, you know you haven’t, but it still feels like too much to text. It feels like the kind of thing you need to tell him when you’re back in your apartment. Thankfully, you don’t even have to ask if he wants to come by. He knows your schedule, knows how long the drive is, and even assumes you’re tired. Despite that, he asks if he’s okay to come over anyway. He even insists that he just wants to see you, sex can be off the table. (Unless you want to fuck on the kitchen table, because that might be hot, he says.)

He’s at your door in what feels like record time, puffy jacket and beanie covering most of his head and upper body. His arms wrap around you before he even gets through the door or takes off his layers. It feels like he smells your hair when he buries his face there, but you can’t be sure. It’s almost a project to get him to unlatch himself long enough to take off his outer layers and remove his shoes before joining you on the couch. Where he clings to you like the idea of personal space is foreign. It’s more comforting than you’d like to admit. You’re at ease, but your heart is also beating entirely too fast.

“I missed you,” he says softly.

“I missed you, too,” you say back. 

“No, I really missed you. My sister kept asking me the whole time I was there if I was okay,” he admits. He separates a little, but keeps hold of one of your hands. 

You’re not really used to this side of him, haven’t seen him this soft in all the time you’ve known him. “Were you not? You seemed okay in your messages.” 

“I -,” he starts, frowns, and then opens his mouth again. “I was okay, when we were texting. Mostly. But, I guess, I’m just used to you being around. I’m used to sending you something, like something that makes me think of you, and having you answer right away.” 

“You were sending a lot,” you tease lightly.

“I kept wondering,” he starts and shakes his head.

“Wondering what, Soon?” you ask. 

“Do you remember before you left that I said I wanted to talk after the holidays?” he asks and you nod. 

“Of course, I thought about it a lot,” you admit.

“You did?” The surprise is evident on his face and you’re not sure what it means.

“Yeah, there were a lot of times I couldn’t really get it off my mind, honestly,” you share. 

“I figured…well with your ex there and you spending so much time with him,” Soonyoung says.

Your stomach drops a little. “Listen, about that…”

“You don’t have to tell me,” he says, trying to cut you off. It’s your turn to grab his hands, though.

“I do, though. Which is selfish, probably, but I need to tell you for me,” you say.

“You’re getting back together with him,” Soonyoung guesses and his whole body seems to slump. You’re not sure what to make of him caring so much and don’t really want to get your own hopes up.

“No,” you assure him. “No, I think that chapter of my life is over. Seeing him just brought up a lot of unfinished shit. And then with the holidays and the resort. I did…well, we did have sex. Just once, on Christmas.”

Soonyoung nods, but doesn’t seem relieved. “I figured you would, I did basically push you to try other things out. Are you going to see him again now that you’re back here?”

“No,” you say again. “But, I think I want to hear what you were going to say.” 

“I’m not sure now is…” he starts and nearly melts at the look you give him.

“Please,” you say so softly it’s barely audible. 

“I should’ve gone with you when you asked,” he says and that brings you up short. You never dared to hope for that much. “I knew it as soon as you were gone. But, I figured it’d be fine. I’d be right where you left me when you got back. Then, you ran into your ex and you seemed happy for the chance. I thought I’d fucked up and that you’d fall for him again. I considered just showing up. I chickened out, though. I figured if it was supposed to work out, then it would. Part of me even hoped you might fuck him and that you’d realize what it took me just a little too long to realize.”

“And what’s that?” you prompt.

“That I’m ready to give actual commitment a try. That I don’t want to think about sharing you with anyone else,” he says and his voice drops to a whisper. “That I love you.” 

“What did you just say?” you ask. 

He takes a deep breath and meets your eyes. “That I love you. And I’m sorry.” 

You don’t even realize you’re crying until he wipes a tear from your cheek. “I love you, too, you giant idiot. It’s always been you for me. It wasn’t ever going to be my ex. I’m not sorry, though. Everything that we’ve experienced, it’s been exactly what I needed.” 

“You know what this means though, right?” he asks and you shake your head. “No more fucking anyone that’s not me.” 

“We don’t have to…” you start. You don’t want to change him, never have. He’s always been perfect exactly the way he is. 

“I know, but I want to. It’s only you. I think it always has been and you just knew it a lot before I did,” he says.

“Can you just kiss me now?” you ask through your tears. 

When your lips meet, it’s so slow and tender. So full of affection and joy and everything left unsaid. For now, at least. If there’s anything you know about Soonyoung, it’s that he doesn’t like to keep much to himself. It’s been so much, so overwhelming. Even though the kisses are languid, you feel the heat building between the two of you. Feel the desire getting stronger. That’s when he breaks the kiss. Your face must look confused or disappointed because he smiles, so full of genuine affection, and stands up. He holds a hand out to you.

“I don’t want the first time after telling you that I love you to be on your couch,” he says. 

Your smile matches his when you take his hand and interlace your fingers. He brings your hands up to his lips and places a kiss on your knuckles. Doesn’t let go of your hand even when you’re in your bedroom. He sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you between his legs. It makes you lean down to kiss him, but it’s kind of nice. He finally lets go of your hand so that he can wrap his arms around you instead. When Soonyoung looks up at you, eyes full of affection, it’s just more than you can handle. 

“Please, Soonie,” you whisper.

“What?” he asks.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you request.

“Like what?” he asks.

“Like I’m the only person in the entire world,” you say.

He only smiles at first. “I had a lot of time to think when you were away. I’m just appreciating you now.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you assure him.

“I wouldn’t let you.” 

Finally, he pulls you into bed and it’s the most perfect night you’ve ever spent with him. And you’ve had a lot of great nights. He always takes his time with you, always makes sure you’re well taken care of. It’s different now. His lips are everywhere and his hands seem to need to find whatever part of you they can. You’ve never felt so loved and so safe, even with him. Even though he always makes it comfortable. You know that you made the right choice.

(You’re sure when he’s got you seeing stars from his mouth between your legs. You’re sure when he’s sucking marks into your skin where only he can see them. You’re sure when he asks you to tie his hands to the bed. You’re sure when he asks you to untie him so he can fuck you into the mattress. You’re especially sure when he wraps himself around you to fall asleep. It’s everything you’ve wanted, but only because it’s him. It wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.)

Morning comes and everything looks even better in the soft light of a winter’s morning. You’re not sure you’re ever going to get Soonyoung out of your bed (or your apartment) and you’re not really sure you want to. The new year is right around the corner and you can’t wait to see what it brings the both of you.

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The 107th motorcycle club had always and would always be the protectors of their small, charming hometown — such a responsibility required strong shoulders to uphold the weight of it all. Your venture to their town would harbour twists and turns for you to navigate, all while you became the angel on the President’s shoulder; the tips of your angelic wings tinged red by your own demons.

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ✰  Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑪𝑶𝑳𝑳𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝒀𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ✰  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

⠈⠂⠄⠄ 𝑨𝑹𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑽𝑬 𝑶𝑭 𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑶𝑾𝑵 ✰  𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

— 𝐀 = angst — 𝐖 = whump — 𝐈 = sick fic — 𝐃 = dark — 𝐃² = dead dove — 𝐏 = poly — 𝐊 = kid fic — 𝐅 = fluff — 𝐒 = smut

All entries are in timeline order — this is subject to change as I add any inclusive works for this collection.

✰ 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐡 — 𝐅 Trips down memory lane were always difficult, until finally a memory shined through the shadows — reminding him of just where he belonged.

✰ 𝐀 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡 — 𝐅 You hadn’t been convinced by the vicious rumours circling through the town of the local motorcycle club.

Surely the club wasn’t as ominous as the townsfolk thought, right?

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 — 𝐅 Being the girlfriend of the President of a club had its perks — but when a rivalry between Bucky and an old friend flares at a meet, all you could do was hope that it wouldn't explode.

✰ 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 An unexpected turn in the club’s luck leaves you questioning whether or not you belonged. It’s safe to say that a certain biker was not going to let those thoughts destroy what you both had created.

✰ 𝐀 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Promises were not to be broken in this family, no matter what. 

✰ 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 + 𝐒 Sometimes the King needed his Queen to take care of him, and you were more than happy to oblige.

✰ 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 An unexpected end to a day out leaves you reeling, but somehow, as it always is, everything would be okay in the end — one way or another.

✰ 𝐋𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Bucky needed you — he needed the arms of an angel to lift him up, and with grace and love, you did so. 

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐅𝐮𝐫𝐲 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 There was no place on earth that the bastards could hide from your retribution after they hurt your King, but first, you had to make sure Bucky would live to tell the tale. Karma would let you rain hellfire on them, all in good time.

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡 — 𝐀 + 𝐃 + 𝐅 The quick, blackened hand of wrath scorched all in its wake, including you. With the blood-stained floor, and his one rule broken — you could only help the fallout didn’t mean all hell would break loose. 

✰ 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅 Bucky swore — he swore — that no harm would ever befall you, but he couldn’t fight against your own body. It would not stop him from tearing down mountains and breaking every law to keep you alive, though.

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐩𝐡 — 𝐅 You know Dasher and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, Comet and Cupid, and Donner and Blitzen, sure, but do you recall the most famous reindeer of all?

Bucky. 

It’s Bucky. 

✰ 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 — 𝐅 Rockin' around the Christmas tree is all well and good, but when mistletoe is hung where everyone can see, every couple tries to stop. 

✰ 𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐀 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 — 𝐅 Molasses and marshmallows, sugar and flour; a recipe for a house, a home. 

✰ 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 — 𝐅 It was a practice, an art, to hide presents. And Heaven above, did Bucky need a Christmas miracle to pull this off without the help of any elves singing their Christmas cheer. 

✰ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐢𝐱𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 — 𝐅 He was all you needed tonight, here under the Christmas lights.

✰ 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐫 — 𝐅 Santa Claus means to give a gift to all, with every stocking hung on the wall, it didn’t matter if they were big, or if they were small.

✰ 𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐠𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐅 There was no way that you would let this Christmas go by with no sense of ancient tradition, much to your King’s annoyance.

✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫, 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 — 𝐅 You didn’t want snow, you didn’t want to send a list to Saint Nick — all you wanted was your King, all for your own. 

✰ 𝐆𝐧𝐨𝐞𝐥, 𝐆𝐧𝐨𝐞𝐥, 𝐆𝐧𝐨𝐞𝐥 — 𝐅 Little Soldiers, come one and all, for when there are Christmas pranks to be had, no one shall lose out.

✰ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Nine stories, nine opportunities to find your way deep down to your King’s heart — with a bit of help from the best Christmas movie. 

✰ 𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐨 𝐉𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 — 𝐅 Indulging in the Christmas spirit doesn’t always go to plan, but it’s a good thing you’re always there to save the day. 

✰ 𝐍𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐞 — 𝐅 + 𝐒 Presents took on many shapes and forms, this one, however, was likely to be your favourite.

✰ 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Christmas was a time for family — for being grateful. It just so happened that your family were the biggest bunch of misfits and black sheep, but you wouldn’t have them any other way.

✰ 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Threatening Bucky’s club — his family — would only lead to the reaper knocking on your door. Nothing would stop him from burning the world to the ground if it meant his family would be safe.

It’s a pity the poor fool didn’t realise this, until it was too late.

✰ 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭 — 𝐅 + 𝐒 Playing innocent with Bucky never worked — it didn’t mean you wouldn’t try, not when the payoff was precisely what you craved.

✰ 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 — 𝐅 + 𝐒 Being the Angel on Bucky’s shoulder meant you were the voice of calm, of reason — it did not mean the most sinful chants would fall from your lips and render both of you speechless. Until the day that it did.

✰ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 — 𝐅 Few dared to cross such a dangerous man — not when they would end up on the wrong end of the barrel of Bucky’s gun, but not you. You were the one that toed the line, broke it, and it was just what he needed.

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 A house of cards only needed the slightest touch to fall to pieces, to crumble to the floor in a heap. It turned out, as the Queen, you only needed that same nudge.

✰ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 — 𝐅 Miracles and surprises were never in short supply around Christmas, you had learned that during the last Christmas you spent with Bucky and the club; your own family. But, what if something came along, uprooting your certainty, and presenting all of the questions you were beyond nervous to find the answers for?

You knew one thing was for certain, though. Your heart, while full of love and adoration for the man you called your own, maybe, just maybe, had room for another special someone. 

✰ 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫 — 𝐅 As the President of his club, Bucky always made sure that he made it home, whether it be for his brother’s, or to just keep his legacy alive one more day. 

But it was not just that anymore, not after he had you as his guiding light — a beacon so bright that he knew he’d be a fool to act reckless, when he knew you were waiting for him back home. 

✰ 𝐀 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐞 — 𝐅 A battle raged and weapons clashed on that festive day, and only one of the two warriors would make it out alive. 

You were determined to make your opponent fall to his knees and beg for mercy — only then would you celebrate the victory. But first? Wade through the plight of the treacherous terrain and land that one hit. 

✰ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 — 𝐀 + 𝐅 Bucky was adept at making the best of a situation; a rain of bullets or his pain, it did not matter. A comedic, blasé brush off of whatever was wrong, and he was on his way. 

Though, that trick didn’t work on you. And you always saw straight through it.

These entries belong in this universe, but they aren't in the timeline.

✰ 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 Karma’s scythe comes too close for comfort and Bucky has to rely on a plea for help — whether the cavalry arrives in time to save him from being buried six feet under, well, sometimes God did listen to the prayers of a sinner.

✰ 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 — 𝐀 + 𝐖 + 𝐅

There was no such thing as a peaceful day in your world — this one was by far the worst one yet. But your family was there to help you every step of the way.

✰ 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

✰ 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧’ 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 No one ever, ever, turned down the opportunity to celebrate and party through the festive season over the years, but with your help, the 107th Motorcycle Club was going to learn that tradition was just as important as a loaded gun.

[adnauseum11]

Check Point (John Price x Reader)

John makes dinner and you discuss decorating for the holiday.

1.1k words

CW: none - this is pure fluff. (Or is it?)

Feedback welcome!

This work is part of the S.N.A.F.U. series, the Masterlist is also pinned to my blog.

Masterlist

John is like the cat that got the cream the entire next day. He’s never out of reach, not exactly hovering, but staying within arms-length. He eventually talks you into watching football with him, which you do, curled around each other for a few hours. He’s only vaguely sorry about the bruises on your thighs, but mindful of them when jostling with you for position on the couch so you can’t get too annoyed with him. 

He offers to cook dinner, so you occupy yourself by dragging your box of Christmas decorations out. It’s not big, and half of the box are vintage glass ornaments you are too scared to actually hang on a tree, the glass thin and fragile and the ancient wire hangers rusty. You look up at John after carefully setting the vintage ornaments aside, trying to gauge how receptive he would be to going shopping this close to the holidays. His eyes raise off his task to meet yours, like he can feel the weight of your gaze. 

“I don’t have any of the hardware needed to get a tree darling, I think that may have to be a task for next year.” 

John speaks before you can say anything. You press your lips together to keep from smiling at his allusion to next year, something warming in your chest at his easy projection into the future.

“That’s alright, I was actually wondering if you would consider coming shopping with me tomorrow? I shouldn’t be spending more money right now but all my decorations are old and you have approximately…?”  

You hold up your hand to John, indicating he should fill in the blank you have left at the end of your sentence. He understands without having to be prompted. 

“None.”

“Right. Thank you.”

John sighs, going back to his task before replying.

“On a scale of one to ten, how necessary is this shopping? Worth dealing with the crowds?” 

You hum, thinking for a moment while you watch him work. You forget, sometimes, that John is a veteran with trauma. He’s so self-assured and confident that things like busy crowds and loud venues half the time don’t occur to you as potential triggers, just a normal course of life. A part of you knows that the landscape is different for John, last night being a prime example. 

“No, you know what, don’t worry about it. I can go on my own.” 

You cut him some slack, not wanting to put him through unnecessary hardship. That has him looking up at you again though, unexpectedly. He looks like he’s going to say something and then presses his lips together, redirecting himself to rolling a chicken breast around ham and cheese.

You don’t realize he’s still stewing on it until you’re setting up little reindeer figurines made of ceramics along the edge of the island where he’s working. 

“Do I get a say in any of this decorating?”

You look up at him, surprised. His face is serious, tracking your placement of the ceramic deer. 

“How do the deer offend, my lord?” 

You joke, unsure if John’s annoyed with the decorating itself or your choices. He shoots you a look that would probably have anyone else quailing. You raise an eyebrow, unimpressed with his grump and set the deer down in place firmly instead. 

“Don’t give me that look, what’s wrong with Vixen and Blitzen?” 

“Nothing.” He backpedals, but you aren’t having it.

“You wanted a say, let’s hear it then.” 

You gesture with your hand, encouraging him to come out with it. He straightens and looks at you steadily before surprising you again. 

“Why did you uninvite me?”

“Uninvite you? From what? Shopping?” 

You’re grasping at straws, trying to piece together what’s annoyed him about being let off from that particular task.

“Yeah. You asked if I wanted to go and then told me to forget it immediately. Is this because I don’t condone all that glitter?”

You can’t help the swell of affection that squeezes your heart, looking at him frowning down at you. His hands are held aloft, covered in chicken juices but you step into his side and wrap your arms around his waist tightly anyways. The snowman figurine with generous glitter had been a hard no from the former Captain when you had unpacked it. 

“No, it’s because I didn’t think it was fair to ask you to deal with the crowds. Your lack of festive spirit is a separate issue.”

“I can be festive.” He huffs, deflating slightly in your arms. 

“Say it louder so my snowman can hear you.”

He shoots you a look and you smile, patting his ribs before letting him loose again. 

“You can come if you really need to have a say, John. I just didn’t think it was worth putting you through all the hustle and bustle for just a wreath and some knick-knacks.”

“I know you; you say just a wreath and knick-knacks but you’ll be back here with more bags than you can carry if you’re unsupervised.”

That’s a fair point but you’ll be damned before you let John know that you agree. 

“Oh, well if I need saving from myself, I suppose you’re the man for the job.” 

You raise an eyebrow at him, casually placing another deer in the line-up. He shakes his head, wisely, focusing back on his work, placing the chicken on a baking tray.

“Trying to save the flat’s limited storage space, love.” 

“Hmm…I suppose I can believe that.” 

You agree easily, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He smiles to himself, carrying on to wash his hands at the sink. You watch him, the strong lines of his back flexing under his old t-shirt as he moves. You can’t help picturing the way his back would look as he moves inside you and feel your belly swoop and face heat at the image it conjures in your mind. He turns to dry his hands and catches you staring, face flushed. He raises his eyebrows at you and tucks his chin, a look you know well as an unspoken question. The slow smile that curls across your face is anything but innocent. 

“How long is the timer set for?”

You can’t help asking, the thrill of teasing John perennial in your life, now with richer rewards for your trouble. He’s able to read your thoughts just as easily as you read him apparently because his answering grin is savage. 

“Long enough.” 

Your feet are moving before he’s finished speaking. 

Next Chapter

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@deadbranch @beebeechaos @cadotoast @syoddeye @writeforfandoms @itr-00 @chloepluto1306 @batw3nch

Ao3

[jackiesnats]

If your still doing the reindeer game could you do the Blitzen one with Yelena and Kate

Pairing: Bishova x Reader

Warnings: DP, Daddy Kink, Anal Fingering

“We can try it out and if it doesn’t work, we can just take turns fucking you and try a different time. We want to make you feel good, Detka. Not hurt you.” Yelena reassured you as Kate continued to rub your clit. They had been fucking you for only twenty minutes when Yelena got an idea. You were a little nervous, but you told them that you wouldn’t mind trying.

“Okay,” you sighed as Kate pulled her hand away. You hadn’t notice Yelena grabbing the bottle of lube from the dresser.

“We need a yes or a no, princess.” Kate added softly, and you bit your lip.

“Yes, Sir. I want to try.” You whined as Kate slapped your ass. You watched as she got off the bed, suddenly helped you off the bed after.

Kate laid back down on the bed, the toy she was wearing standing at attention. It was a much smaller toy than she normally used, but you weren’t complaining. She patted her thigh, signaling for you to come onto the bed. You climbed up, straddling her before she helped guide you onto the toy. You bit your lip as you sunk down onto the toy more. Once it was completely inside of you, Kate stayed completely still – giving you time to adjust as Yelena prepared the strapon that she was wearing.

“Daddy’s going to take you soon, are you comfy?” Kate asked, running her hand up your thigh. You nodded, thankful that Kate didn’t push you to say it out loud. A part of you was too embarrassed to say something, and Kate could tell.

Having spent hours prepping you, Yelena was still taking her time once she climbed onto the bed to join both Kate and you. You whimpered, feeling her strapon against your thigh as a lubed-up finger of hers pushed against your entrance. Deciding on keeping quiet until her finger was the second knuckle deep, Yelena focused on any noise you were going to make. 

“You’re so tight, Detka.” Yelena commented, pulling her finger out to add more lube. Bringing her finger back to your entrance – this time she pushed her finger all the way into you. Smirking to herself at the little gasp you let out. Pushing the tip of her second finger into you, stopping her movements to look at Kate for a signal. When Kate nodded, letting her know that she was okay to continue.

Sliding her second finger into your ass with ease, Yelena moved them around, causing you to wince at the feeling of her fingers stretching you out. “Color, malyshka?” she asked you, and you closed your eyes before you answered with a small ‘green’. When she pulled her fingers out and before you could protest, you felt Yelena line the tip of her strapon with your asshole.

Pushing in slowly – only stopping to give you a few minutes when the tip was fully inside of you.  Rubbing the small of your back, Yelena grabbed the bottle of lube. Squeezing some onto her hand, she lubed up to rest of the toy, jerking it the best she could with the room that she still had. “Are you ready to take all of my cock, little one?” she asked, sliding more of the toy inside of you.

“Y-Yes, Yes, Daddy. I’m ready.” You whimpered as Yelena pushed the rest of the length inside of you. You looked down to see Kate smirking up at you. She brought her hand up to your face, caressing your cheek.

“F-Feel so full, m’need more,” you begged, keeping your eyes on Kate. “Please, please.”

“Aw, what? Does our little puppy want more cocks? Not satisfied with mine and Daddy’s cock?” Kate asked, and you shook your head.

Yelena pulled you up by your hair, starting at a slow pace, she began to fuck you. You couldn’t focus on anything but how good it felt to have both of your girlfriends inside of you at the same time. Closing your eyes as you tried your best to focus on the way Yelena was fucking into you, but soon lost focus on that as Kate brought her hand down to rub at your clit. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you cried, your words unable to come out fast enough as Yelena didn’t slow down her movements. “Daddy, please. M’so close, wanna come for you both.” 

“Oh? I thought our cocks weren’t enough for you, detka?” Yelena questioned, trying her best to catch her breath as she kept her pace up.

“N-No, you’re both enough for m-me, p-promise,” you cried out as you came without permission. Yelena continued to fuck you and you assumed that she wasn’t too upset with you. She fucked you through your orgasm, pulling out of you when you stopped holding yourself up - laying completely on top of Kate. Kate wrapped her arms around you - rubbing the small of your back as you warmed her strapon. You didn’t want to move away from her, but soon found yourself being pulled off of Kate. Whining in protest, you tried your best to cling to Kate, but Yelena was too strong. Laying you down onto your back on the bed, Yelena got down on her knees between your legs. Leaning in to place a soft kiss on your clit, the blonde pulling away when you pushed her head away. 

“T-Too sensitive, Daddy.” you whispered as Yelena stood up.

“It’s okay, baby, you want Kate and I to clean you up?” Yelena looked over at Kate, who was now sitting up. “Kate, go get her some water.” 

As Kate got up to go get you some water, Yelena helped you to your feet. Letting you sit down on the toilet as she turned the water on. 

“C-Can Kate take a bath with me while you sit with us this time?” you shyly asked, looking away from Yelena.

Yelena gave you a soft smile and nodded, “Of course, detka.”

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Who I write for /Rules

Masterlist

I'm new-ish to writing (i used to write fanfiction when i was like 13. i'm 19 now and write very rarely) but I really wanna do it again.

So this is a list of characters/fandoms I write for as well as some rules for asks. Some things may be missing from this list so if you dont see something on this list, feel free to ask. :))

Do add as much detail as you want to a request and please ALWAYS have at least some sort of prompt, as i'm really not good with coming up with storys on my own yet.

I WILL NOT DO SMUT SO DONT REQUEST IT! I might however do spicy stuff (Nothing more than making out or somewhat implied stuff tho).

My writing will be mostly pg 13 but please still be careful if the fic-warnings include sensitive topics, and i might repost some 18+ things so be careful when navigating my blog.

Please be nice and have manners when requesting.

Also please include what gender/pronouns you want the reader to have (i write for all genders). If its not included I will default it as gender neutral. :)))

I also write poly relationships and AUs.

Some things I will not write include: Pregnancy, toxic/yandere, student x teacher, love triangles.

(Also english isnt my first language, and even though, in my opinion, i speak it really well, if they are any mistakes, thats why.)

Heartbreak high

Harper Mclean

Quinni Ghallager-Jones

Darren Rivers

Spencer "Spider" White

Anthony "Ant" Vaughn

Malakai Mitchel

Sally face

Sal Fisher

Travis Phelps (male or gn readers)

Larry Johnson

Ashley Campbell

Harry Potter

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Charly Weasley

Bill Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Olliver Wood

Draco Malfoy (+6th year only)

Theodore Nott (+6th year only)

Marauders

James Potter

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Regulus Black

Evan Rosier

Barty Crouch jr

Pandora Rosier

Lilly Evans

Marlene Mckinnon

Hogwarts Legacy

Sebastian Sallow

Ominus Gaunt

Gareth Weasley

Poppy Sweetings

Imelda Reyes

Die drei fragezeichen / the three investigators

Bob Andrews

Peter Shaw

Justus Jonas

Skinny Norris

Twilight

Jasper Hale

Emmet Cullen

Carlisle Cullen

Esme Cullen

Rosalie Hale

Alice Cullen

Sam Uley

Paul Lahote

Charlie Swan

Leah Clearwater

Jacob Black

Pjo

Let me know if you want book or show

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Luke Castellan

Clarrisse La Rue

Selena Beauregard

Charles Beckendorf

Ethan Nakamura

Nico di Angelo (no romantic fem readers)

Rachel Elizabeth Dare

Will Solace

Travis Stoll

Connor Stoll

Hazel Levesque (no romantic)

Jason Grace

Leo Valdez

Piper Mclean

Magnus chase

Magnus Chase

Samirah al Abbas ( no romantic)

Alex Fierro

Blitzen

Hearthstone

Mallory Keen

TJ (Thomas Jefferson jr)

MCU (Avengers)

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Sam Wilson

Natasha Romanoff

Yelena Belova

Peter Parker (tom holland and andrew garfield)

MJ

Wanda Maximof

Piedro Maximof

Clint Barton

Scott Lang

Stephen Strange

Kate Bishop

MCU ( Guardians of the galaxy)

Peter Quill

Daredevil (Season 1)

Matt Murdock

Karen Page

James Wesley

X-men universe

Deadpool

Wolverine

Francis

Xavier

Mystic

Angel

Kurt

Venom

Eddie Brock

DC

Harley Quinn

Jason Todd

Dick Grayson (any version, young justice, robin, nightwing,etc.)

Wally West (youngJustice)

Artemis (young justice)

Roy Harper (young justice)

Disney Descendants

Mal

Evie

Carlos devil

Jay

Benjamin Beast

Chad Charming

Audrey Rose

Jane

Lonnie Fa

Uma

Harry Hook

Gil

Rise of red

James Hook

Hades

Bridget

Ella

Cloe

Red

Morgie

Kingsmen

Eggsy

Tiny Pretty things (Netflix)

Bette Whitlaw

Oren Lennox

Shane Madej (no romantic fem readers)

June Park

Jennifers Body

Jennifer Check

Colin Gray

Ever after high

all characters

Redacted Audios

(no x reader, just ships)

literally all characters

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Submission list

organised by @kindalikerackham (THANK YOU)

This is a list of all of the submissions. It will be updated continuously. Italics are still being decided in the polls, crossed out have been decided on “no”, bold have been decided on “yes”

By character name (or ship name if given)

Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi from Persona 5 Royal

Alix from Miraculous Ladybug

Allison and Patti from Kevin Can F**k himself

Anna and Marnie from When Marnie was There

baron draxum and master splinter   rise of the tmnt 2018

Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe from Batman Telltale

Beca and Chloe from Pitch Perfect

Beca from Pitch Perfect

Betty and Veronica from Riverdale

Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby from RWBY

Blitzen and Hearthstone from Magnus Chase

Buck and Eddie from 9-1-1

Chad/Ryan from High School Musical

Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto) from anything X-Men

Cory and Naveed from Ackley Bridge

Dani Ramos and Grace from Terminator Dark Fate

Darling Charming and Apple White from Ever After High

Dean Winchester

Destiel

Drs House & Wilson from House MD

emma woods/emily dyer from identity v

Faberry from glee!(Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Fuffy, faith and buffy from Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Finn and Poe from Star Wars

Firestar and Greystripe from Warriors

foot clan lieutenant and brute  rise of the tmnt 2018 

Ginji Amano & Ban Midou from GetBackers

goro majima and kazuma kiryu -  Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku

Grif and Simmons from Red vs. Blue

Hannibal and will from Hannibal tv show

H.G. Wells and Myka Bering from Warehouse 13

Hikaru Sulu from Star Trek Beyond

hypnopotamus and warren stone  rise of the tmnt 2018  

Ineffable Husbands from Good Omens

Jade and Bella from Rainbow High

Jade and Tori (Victorious)

Jake Peralta (Brooklyn 99)

Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles from Rizzoli&Isles TV series

Janis from Mean Girls

Jeremy and Michael from Be More Chill

Jess/Jules from Bend It Like Beckham

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (Netflix)

Johnathan Harker and Dracula from Dracula (1897)

Juleka and Rose from Miraculous Ladybug

Julian Bashir and Elim Garak from Star Trek: Deep Space Nine

Jun and Tatsuya from Persona 2

Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi from Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon)

kanji/naoto from persona 4

keith and lance from voltron

Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk from Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint

klavier and apollo from ace attorney

L and Light from Death Note

legolas and gimli from lotr

Legoshi and Louis from Beastars

leo and adam from tatort saarbrücken

lightcannon, Jinx and Lux from league of legends

Loki from The Loki show

Luca & Alberto from Luca

Luigi and Bowser from the Mario movie

marc and nathaniel from miraculous

Masumi Itachi from blue flag

Matsuoka rin and haru from Free!

Max from Miraculous Ladybug

Mel and Naomi from Vermonia

merthur (merlin and Arthur from the BBC show merlin

Milo and Bisco from Sabikui Bisco

Mobius and Loki from the Loki show

nana komatsu/nana osaki from nana

narumitsu - Ace Attorney

Naruto and Sasuke

Newt and Hermann from Pacific Rim

Nina and Lily from the movie Black Swan

Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli from Agent Carter

Quentin and Eliot - The Magicians

Ravenpaw and Barely from warrior cats

Raya & Namaari from Raya and the Last Dragon

rei and nagisa   from Free!

Sam and Max

Sam and Bucky from The Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Sherlock and John Watson from BBC Sherlock

Sherlock and Moriarty from BBC Sherlock

Shiro and Adam from voltron

shiro and keith from voltron

sophie and agatha from The School of Good and Evil

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  The Original Series

Spirk (Spock and Kirk) from Star Trek  the reboot movies

Sterek  (Stiles and Derek from Teen Wolf)

Steve and Bucky from Captain America

Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams from Hawaii 5-0 (the 2010 version)

stiles stilinski from teen wolf

Supercorp! Lena and Kara from Supergirl!

Superman and Batman from the DCEU

SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time)

Sylvie from Loki

Thiel and Boerne from Tatort Münster

Thomas & Newt from the maze runner

troy barnes and abed nadir from community

wednesday and enid from wednesday

Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss) from Attack on Titan

yu/yosuke from persona 4

Zari and Charlie from Legends of Tomorrow

Zoro and sanji - one piece

By Property:

9-1-1 - Buck and Eddie

ace attorney - klavier and apollo

Ace Attorney - narumitsu

Ackley Bridge - Cory and Naveed  

Agent Carter - Peggy Carter & Angie Martinelli

Attack on Titan - Yumihisu (Ymir x Historia Reiss)  

Batman Telltale - Batman and Joker/ Bruce and John Doe

Beastars - Legoshi and Louis

Be More Chill - Jeremy and Michael

Bend It Like Beckham - Jess/Jules

Black Swan - Nina and Lily

blue flag - Masumi Itachi

Brooklyn 99 - Jake Peralta

Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Fuffy (faith and buffy)

Captain America - Steve and Bucky

community - troy barnes and abed nadir

DCEU - Superman and Batman

Dracula (1897) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Dracula (Netflix) - Johnathan Harker and Dracula

Ever After High - Darling Charming and Apple White  

Free! - Matsuoka rin and haru

Free!-  rei and nagisa 

GetBackers - Ginji Amano & Ban Midou

Glee - Faberry (Rachel Berry + Quinn Fabray)

Good Omens - Ineffable Husbands

Hannibal (tv) - Hannibal and will

Hawaii 5-0 (2010) - Steve McGarrett and Danny Williams

High School Musical - Chad/Ryan 

House MD - Drs House & Wilson

identity v - emma woods/emily dyer

Kevin Can F**k himself - Allison and Patti

Kids on the Slope (Sakamichi no Apollon) - Kaoru Nishimi and Sentarou Kawabuchi

league of legends - Jinx and Lux

Legends of Tomorrow - Zari and Charlie

Loki show - Mobius and Loki

Loki show - Loki

Loki show - Sylvie

lotr - legolas and gimli

Luca - Luca & Alberto

Magnus Chase  - Blitzen and Hearthstone

Mario Movie - Luigi and Bowser

Mean Girls  - Janis

Merlin (BBC) - merthur (merlin and Arthur)

Miraculous Ladybug - Alix

Miraculous Ladybug - Juleka and Rose

Miraculous ladybug - marc and nathaniel

Miraculous ladybug - Max

nana - nana komatsu/nana osaki from

Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint - Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk

Once Upon a Time - SwanQueen (Regina Mills/Emma Swan )

one piece - Zoro and sanji

Pacific Rim - Newt and Hermann

Persona 2 - Jun and Tatsuya

persona 4 - yu/yosuke

persona 4 - kanji/naoto

Persona 5 Royal - Akira Kurusu and Goro Akechi

Pitch Perfect - Beca

Pitch Perfect - Beca and Chloe

Quentin and Eliot - the Magicians

Rainbow High - Jade and Bella

Raya and the Last Dragon - Raya & Namaari

Red vs Blue - Grif and Simmons

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - baron draxum and master splinter

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - foot clan lieutenant and brute

Rise of the TMNT 2018 - hypnopotamus and warren stone

Riverdale - Betty and Veronica

Rizzoli&Isles TV series - Jane Rizzoli and Maura Isles

RWBY - Blake Belladonna and Yang Xiaolong, aka Bumbleby

Sabikui Bisco - Milo and Bisco

Sam and Max - Sam and Max

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and John Watson

Sherlock (BBC) - Sherlock and Moriarty

Star Trek AOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Trek Beyond - Hikaru Sulu

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine - Julian Bashir and Elim Garak

Star Trek TOS - Spirk (Spock and Kirk)

Star Wars - Finn and Poe

Supergirl - Supercorp! Lena and Kara

Supernatural - Dean Winchester

Supernatural - Destiel

Tatort Münster - Thiel and Boerne

tatort saarbrücken - leo and adam

Teen Wolf - Sterek  (Stiles and Derek)

teen wolf - stiles stilinski

Terminator Dark Fate - Dani Ramos and Grace

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier - Sam and Bucky

The Magicians -  Quentin and Eliot

the maze runner - Thomas & Newt

The School of Good and Evil -  sophie and agatha

Vermonia - Mel and Naomi

Victorious - Jade and Tori

Voltron - keith and lance

Voltron - Shiro and Adam

Voltron - shiro and keith

Warehouse 13 - H.G. Wells and Myka Bering

warrior cats -  Ravenpaw and Barely

Warriors - Firestar and Greystripe

wednesday - wednesday and enid

When Marnie Was There - Anna and Marnie

X-Men (any) - Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr (aka Professor X and Magneto)

Yakuza/Ryu Ga Gotoku - goro majima and kazuma kiryu

[glitchglint]

[cabinofimagines]

Undead at Dusk

hehe the plan is finally planning, although i did not take my time writing this Word count: 1k Pairing: Platonic everything? Ig, gn! reader Warnings: New cast introductions, -Asnyox

After the movie marathon you were beat- however at least you could sleep in for the day. However, your sleep was mostly cut short when Nico worriedly shook you awake. 

“Look, I know you have been hiding something- together with Leo and Jason.” “Ghhrh,” you sleepingly sat up as Nico continued his story.

“Why are there dead beings coming closer, (Y/n).” Nico asked, squeezing your shoulder, “How did you even manage to raise the dead?” “The what?” You blinked twice, and saw Will peaking over Nico’s shoulder, “the automatons aren’t dead.” You said, before you gasped, “I mean, what automatons? There’s an automa-TON of fun to be had. How late is it?”

“It’s nine,” Hazel spoke up as she stepped next to Nico. She put a hand on Nico’s shoulder. “I don’t know what automatons you’re talking about, but there really are undead coming this way.” Hazel looked at you pointedly. 

“Why do you guys think I have something to do with them?” you sighed, “Fine, I’ll get up and we can go take a look. What’s the difference between undead and dead anyways?” 

“Not important.” Nico scoffed, “hurry up so we can prepare for the worst.” 

“Why are we going all the way out to fuck knows where for a Halloween party?” Mallory glared at Magnus. “Because I didn't feel for ‘Halloween to the death 101’ this year.” Magnus told her, “Besides Annabeth and Percy will be there, and Blitzen has business somewhere around here.”

“I for once agree with this decision,” Alex said, “There’s nothing like forgetting you’re technically dead by celebrating Halloween.” “I am excited for this! I haven’t ever before celebrated Halloween outside of Valhalla.” TJ was grinning, “Besides, I am loving this costume thing! I’m dressed up as a Brit!” he laughed as he once again looked over his costume. 

“Okay, but where is this waystation? I feel like we’ve been walking around for hours by now.” Blitzen said, “I have things to do and would like to do so before the party starts.” “We’re not lost, are we Magnus?” Alex looked pointedly at Magnus. Magnus gulped. “I’m sure we’re going in the right direction!” Magnus looked around, “We should be there any minute now.” 

You had been ‘hunting’ for the undead all around the Waystation, mostly trying to avoid the areas where you had noticed automaton activity. You had the small hope that perhaps these undead would show up, fight the automatons, and both parties would perish in the end. 

However, nothing seemed to be roaming around. Nico and Hazel both were on edge- clearly they could feel something approaching. The closest you got to finding a threat was Klaus, who was snooping around for some reason (probably trying to hide from Percy). 

Meanwhile, the Waystation was decorated, all your demigod friends were there to attend, and costumes were being put on by most. Annabeth seemed to be a bit on edge, as apparently her costume was delayed, whatever that could mean. If anything- people were all hyped about the costumes, for there was a contest to be won. Yet, your head was occupied with something else as Leo and Jason quickly approached your little group. 

“Hey, (Y/n), you busy?” Leo was gasping for air. 

“Uh- sort off,” you side eyed Nico, “We’re trying to find some undead.” “Oh cool, so not busy,” Leo grabbed your hand, “Let’s go!” 

Before anyone could react, Leo had whisked you away. Jason turned to Nico and Hazel. “Where have you looked for the undead?” he asked, “Maybe they’re outside- where it’s safer than in here and whatever. You should go, and look, and uh, we’ll send (Y/n) to you when they’re free, cool? Cool." Jason turned around to follow Leo and you. 

The party was almost starting now- and Nico and Hazel went outside. What were you up to? “You can still feel them coming, right?” Hazel asked and Nico nodded. “I just don’t see anything. No skeletons, ghouls, ghosts, no nothing.” Nico sighed, “maybe it is just the dead acting up since it is Halloween. I should check it with Leo and his moms later on, just in case, having this many unresting spirits in a place is often just a disaster waiting to happen.” 

“Perhaps it is time we go and join the others at the Halloween party.” 

Nico turned and quickly pointed his sword at the undead- 

Unbothered, the green haired girl blinked at him and asked, “Oh, you guys know where the party is?”

“You’re dead.” Nico answered her question, and she smiled. “Is that a problem? Because I can make it a problem if you make it one.” 

“It’s not a problem.” Hazel quickly said, “We do know where the party is, uh, are you invited?” She looked over the group of people- some more clearly in costume than others. 

“My cousin, Annabeth, invited us.” the blonde in the group answered, “We’ve been looking for this uh, ‘waystation’, but have been unable to find it.” 

“And we’re running late,” the most well-dressed of the group said, “There is so much I still need to do. Please tell me you can bring us to the waystation.” 

Nico looked behind him, at the waystation, as Hazel looked at them confused. 

“It’s right here?” she pointed at the building. After a moment, the group seemed to all see the Waystation in its full glory. Whereas there was a clear mix of relief and anger on the faces, nobody commented on the appearance of the building. 

“Thanks, let’s go.” the well-dressed person said as he adjusted his backpack and walked forward, mumbling about what he still had to do.  

A moment after the group left, Hazel turned to Nico. 

“What are a couple of undead Bostonians doing here?”

“Celebrating Halloween, apparently.”

[bilbysaurus]

okay. i loved it. SO. MUCH. so pitching another idea here ...

baking cookies for hearthstone? :) HAHHAA

°•. ★ .•° Cookies °•. ★ .•°

Hearthstone x Reader

asl = italics

(tysmmmmmm! that means a lot to me 🫶)

(love bea sm 🥰) ((if this is crap im sorry i cant bake shit.)

You were in the kitchen, baking a batch of classic chocolate chip cookies, doing multiple things at the same time. You wanted to surprise your boyfriend, because he had been very busy between helping around at the Chase Space and in Blitzen's shop, like the amazing, kind person he is.

You were a bit familiar with baking, since you had learnt before, and when I say before, I mean, a while ago. You put the fresh batch in the oven, humming to yourself, while you loaded the plates into the dishwasher, and went to your room to relax, but you had the feeling you had forgotten something.

After about an hour, you heard keys jingling in the doorway of your apartment. You tripped over your feet, rushing over to meet Hearthstone. You wrapped your arms around him, and kissed him hard. "I missed you" you sign

"I missed you too...I wasn't gone that long though."

"It felt like forever though-"

Your ASL is cut off by loud beeping coming from..your kitchen.

"Shit." you say aloud, as you slip, again, in your hurry to the kitchen as Hearth follows you, confused and slightly worried. You push open a window and open the oven, where you and your boyfriend are met with billows of smoke, and very, very, burnt cookies. You look and feel absolutely disappointed. You look behind you and there upon the cabinet is a timer, that you forgot to set. You sigh in resignation and hold your boyfriend's hands briefly. "I'm sorry. I wanted to surprise you." You sign miserably

"It's fine, sweetheart, I'll help you make a new batch, and then we can watch something after."

"You don't know how to bake."

"Neither do you."

You kiss his cheek and push his shoulder. "Shut up."

"Make me."

tadaaaaaa :) (i made this in the toilets with my friends pretending to fuck dont come for me)

∞ euphoria

((almost forgot, dividers are by @saradika-graphics))

taglist: @hashbrowpn

[messers-moony]

Scarf | Hearthstone

Paring: Hearthstone X GenderNeutral!Reader

Summary: Magnus likes to poke fun at Hearthstone’s jealousy for his partner.

Request: “Hello! Can you please do headcanons for how Hearthstone would act around his s/o when he’s jealous? Thank you! He deserves some love!”

He pulled them closer to his side with his arm wrapped around their shoulders as they talked with Magnus, “ So you’re really going to New York? “ 

“ Yeah, Annabeth wants me to meet some of her friends while they’re in town. “ Magnus shrugged, “ When do you think you’ll be back? “ Y/n queried. 

“ Probably in about a week. “ Magnus answered, “ Why you gonna miss me? “ 

They scoffed playfully, “ I’m gonna miss killing you. “ 

Subtlety Hearthstone had tightened his grip around their waist. Magnus smirked at the elf at his possible jealous behavior that his significant other wasn’t noticing. In proper Magnus fashion, he had to continue with the teasing until his best friend had enough. 

“ Is little Y/n going to miss me? “ He teased in a childish voice, “ I have a knife, and I’m not afraid to use it. “ They retorted. 

“ Is it the knife Blitz made you? “ Magnus queried, making Hearthstone tense immediately, “ Hearth, you okay? “ He asked the white-blond male. 

Hearthstone didn’t want to take his arm away from his significant other's waist, so he nodded, but the grip on their waist was hard to ignore, “ Just come see me before you leave, yeah? “ Y/n replied. 

“ Yes, ma’am. “ Magnus saluted and walked off with a victorious smirk, leaving them alone. 

Instantly his grip on their waist was calmed, and they turned to him using their hands to sign, “ Are you okay, love? “

“ I’m fine. “ He signed back, and they let out a defeated huff crossing their arms, “ Are you okay? “

“ No, tell me what’s wrong. “ They signed, and Hearthstone gave a look of reluctance. 

It was when they started laughing that his train of thought stopped. He couldn’t hear their laughter, but he could see them almost doubling over in tears at the amusing sight that he didn’t see. When they calmed down, they gave him the biggest smile he’d ever seen on their face. It warmed his heart and made his stomach flutter. 

“ You were jealous. “ Y/n accused, and immediately Hearthstone signed back, “ No. “ 

“ It’s okay to be jealous. “ They replied, and Hearth crossed his arms defiantly, making them chuckle again. 

Gently they grabbed the scarf from across his neck and put it around themselves. Wholly consumed in the way it smelt like cinnamon, pine, and eucalyptus. He admired the way that Y/n snuggled up in his scarf. The scarf never really left him unless it got lost, stolen, or fell apart. Blitz always told him that he looked better with it. Hearthstone had to disagree. His significant other really pulled it off. 

They kissed his cheek before signing, “ You’re the only one I’ll ever love, H. “ 

He blushed before pulling them in for a tight hug. He knew that his jealousy was fruitless. They’d never leave him, and they had done so much for him. So they just stood there together in the hallway of floor nineteen, embracing one another. His white-blond hair tickled her shoulder, and his light grey eyes were shut in contentment. Happy to be in their arms and forever loved.