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[voided-selfships]

God I was right. I'm not normal about Ice Twink

[ailur4phile]

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☕️; mae/maeve (both are equally cool). 21. neurodivergent. genderfluid/transmasc (they/he). bisexual & acespec. white. infj. aquarius (feb 1st)

💌; deeply in love with my wonderful girlfriend @kittiefaerie 🎇

🍂; i like a bunch of different media & will reblog/post about pretty much anything i like. this used to kinda break down the Specifics of that but....eh! my absolute favorites are osemanverse/heartstopper, taylor swift, and a current fixation on jujutsu kaisen

🌨️; dolls i collect: monster high (g1 & g3), rainbow high, shadow high, novi stars, ever after high, bratzillaz, lol omg surprise, magic mixies pixlings

🌿; other things i collect: vinyl records, funko pops, littlest pet shop, lalaloopsy minis

🦡; favorite people: sadie sink, kit connor, joe locke, taylor swift, olivia rodrigo, trixie mattel, katya zamolodchikova, heartstopper cast

🥧; other things: drawing, painting, editing, music, writing, film, vinyl records, dolls, funko pops, collecting, cartoons, reading, cold/cloudy weather, cats, coffee, colors (favorite is blue💙💙), led lights, candles, puzzles, stuffed animals

🐻; dni: extremely nsfw (idc about cussing or mentions of sexual things but if your whole blog is dedicated to explicit smut please don't bother), ship harringrove/are a billy defender, are a defender of sam levinson, preferably no one who is anti my interests, and ofc are homophobic, racist, transphobic, ableist, sexist, and/or discriminate towards any minorities. this is my house i am not going to argue with losers over basic human decency

❄️; i tag my favorite characters/ships/films for anyone interested in knowing those!

🦨; i have a mercari shop where i'm currently selling funko pops, lps, dolls & doll accessories for anyone who may be interested in any of that!

that is all enjoy my blog i mainly just reblog things but i plan to post my own edits & art soon (i post video edits on instagram @/shamereactions)🫱🏻

˗ˏˋ movys • tv • books • music • more music ´ˎ˗

⊹˚.⋆ mh wishlist • rh/sh wishlist • funko wishlist ⊹˚.⋆

˗ˏˋ vinyl collection/wishlist ´ˎ˗

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[httpsserene]

𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰/𝐥𝐧𝟒

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: you’re upset with the switch up the internet has pulled on you. a few years ago, everybody was saying you were too pretty for lando, but now they’re drooling over him? you will not be letting this slide.  📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: fluff. mild angst. humor. twt users being twt users. reader is a fashion designer (not important but mentioned). reader is also wild af. brain-rot. not beta-read. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: lando norris x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: smau. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: spice girl • aminé

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: in honor of lando's birthday :) look y’all—i saw one tik tok edit that was like “why is lando kinda…” and i audibly said KINDA???? and then i got mad like, how are people just noticing how fine he is. and then i saw another one that was like, “oh everybody thinks charles is the prettiest on the grid…but now introducing: lando” and i almost threw my phone across the room :) so this is inspired by me flexing that i have always thought lando was fine, and that i’m also mad that i have to share him. loves, this is complete brain rot and it took me years to recreate these ig posts for some reason; have fun reading !!!

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twitter • three years ago, 2020

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yninstagram • three years ago, 2020

liked by landonorris, mclaren, maxfewtrell, lewishamilton, and 16,175,978 others

yninstagram lando norris is the man i want to spend the rest of my life with. he’s perfection personified. the most soft, kindest, sweetest, considerate, and funniest man has allowed me the privilege of being his girlfriend. i’m forever thankful that we get to grow together. he’s the cutest, hottest, and prettiest boy to ME–and that’s all i care about, and that’s all you need to accept. i don’t give a FUCK about your opinions on who *i* should date. i’m the only person who’s decisions matter concerning my romantic relationships. why the hell should y’all bitches who don’t even use their own photos for their pfp’s and use a k-idol’s face instead, dictate who is hot or not. it’s incredibly vein, disgusting, and immature behavior from people who think they’re my fans. acting like jealous school children isn't cute; i was never your property. it’s hilarious too, considering some of y’all are grown women DOUBLE my age talking shit about my business–go worry about why your kids don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

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yninstagram matter of fact, go ahead and change your little profile pictures to real pictures of you, i don’t want to see any filters. then we can all see that all y’all want to do is spread insecurity stemming from your own self-hatred 🙂

yninstagram and while i have you all here, my winter season clothes will be restocked on the 15th.

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instagram

landonorris • august 24th • zandvoort ⚑

liked by yninstagram, mclaren, carlossainzjr, and 547,930 others

landonorris back in my favorite place

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yninstagram first!! stay back hoes 🤺🤺

➥ user being called a hoe by y/n is not what i expected this year

➥ user she has notif’s 😭on 😭 for 😭 lando 😭

yninstagram how r u so HOT 🥵

yninstagram that sweater is mine now 👺

➥ landonorris i can just get another for you love

➥ yninstagram …i want this one lan🫤

➥ landonorris okay it’s yours 🫠

user neither of them have any backbone when it comes to each other

➥ yninstagram as it should be 😤

user might have to trip and fall into lando’s arms this weekend

➥ yninstagram i’m flying in tomorrow rethink your plan 🙂

➥ user i think i’ll avoid lando like the plague this weekend 😅

➥ user smart decision babes

landonorris • september 12th

liked by yninstagram, lnfour, tumitravel, and 425,395 others

landonorris coming in hot @ tumitravel

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yninstagram come in me—i mean come home to me haha 😳😊

➥ landonorris babe please not in front of the sponsors 😧

➥ tumitravel oh no pls don’t stop for us 🫣 we stan y/n

user i saw this photo shoot LIVE!!! lando was so sweet, he signed my hat for me, and he smells so good 😩😩

➥ yninstagram i’ll chop off your nose and then you can be voldemort for halloween 👺

user i don’t know if i want to choke him or have him choke ME

➥ yninstagram how about me choking you

➥ user omg i’m down for a threesome 😳

➥ yninstagram choking you to death :)

➥ user i don’t wanna play this game anymore

landonorris • september 18th • singapore ⚑

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landonorris whatttaaaaa weekend ❤

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yninstagram GODDAMN

carlossainzjr vamossss landito ❤️💪🏼🏆

➥ landonorris ayyyy 🧡🥳🥳

➥ yninstagram my boysssss 🥰

yninstagram that’s my boyfriend 🤤

➥ landonorris last photo is just for you 😋

yninstagram so proud of you baby, i’m running out of room to put all these trophies <3

➥ landonorris v happy to be your trophy husband

user i’m in love with this singapore haircut 🤤 thank you for not fucking it up lando 😅

➥ yninstagram mmm yes, i’m thrilled it’s still long on the top 😍 it gives me something to tug on

user surprised y/n allowed him to post that last one

➥ yninstagram he doesn’t need my permission, but i get to see him naked so i rdc

user quadrant helmet it so beautiful! i want it to stay 😭

➥ user i want him to fuck me with it on

➥ yninstagram out of pocket…but completely valid honestly—delete your account 😊

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yninstagram carlando 1-2 makes up for the war i’m fighting in these comments

mclaren • novemeber 8th

liked by landonorris, f1, yninstagram, and 97,293 others

mclaren pulling up fresh with @ landonorris

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yninstagram not pictured: @ landonorris pulling up to OUR flat

➥ user y/n said “he’s coming home with meeeee”

f1 does he come with the jacket👀

➥ yninstagram no, but the price of me folding you like a lawn chair is included in shipping & handling

➥ f1 i’ll go sit down 😅

➥ user she’s fighting the f1 main??? this is mentally-ill behavior y/n!!!

yninstagram mclaren admin go stand in a corner and stare at the wall

➥ mclaren they made me post this!!! i would NEVER risk upsetting you ma’am 🙇🏼‍♀️

➥ yninstagram no talking from the timeout corner 🫵🏽

user we don’t care about the jacket. which organ do i have to sell to buy an hour with him?

➥ yninstagram both kidneys

➥ user but you need at least one kidney to live?

➥ yninstagram how,,,unfortunate

user model!lando always glowssssss

➥ yninstagram it’s the 9 step skincare routine i have him on, you can follow steps 1-8 on his ig

➥ user what’s step 9?

➥ yninstagram kissing me 🤭

lando.jpg • novemeber 13th • with my wife ⚑

liked by yninstagram, carlossainzjr, mclaren, team_quadrant, and 976,234 others

lando.jpg lucky to have found you so early in my life. you're my best birthday gift.

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yninstagram posting my side boob on the jpg account? forgiven since you called me your wife 🥺

➥ lando.jpg thought i’d start practicing your future title, mrs. norris

➥ yninstagram come back to bed. you can start practicing giving me your kids too.

user i want y/n to bury my head in between her boobs

➥ lando.jpg no. i sleep there also—you’re blocked 🤗

danielricciardo as long as i’m the godfather, i can forget i’ve ever read this 🤮

➥carlossainzjr get in line mate, i’ve called being baby norris’ godfather ages ago

➥maxverstappen wait your turn mates, clearly i am the correct choice for godfather

➥maxfewtrell ah, i believe you lads have forgotten my existence

➥yninstagram baby norris doesn’t exist yet, no need to fight to the death rn 🙄

➥lando.jpg i’ll convince the mrs to have four, for my racing number and so you each have a godchild 😅

user y/n may have won the war, but i’ve won the battle—bisexuals have been fed today!!!

➥user girl, i’m straight and i’ve zoomed in on the last photo an unhealthy amount of times

➥user i diagnose you with y/n-sexuality it’s incredibly common in humans

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oscarpiastri you two are made for each other 😀

➥lando.jpg this sounds like an insult 🙂

➥yninstagram i thought kids under 13 weren’t allowed on ig

➥oscarpiastri you’re not even a year older than me @ yninstagram

mclaren mama y papa

➥ yninstagram still on timeout.

➥ mclaren :(

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[jjunieworld]

☆ ﾞ≋ 𝓙𝓙UNIE𝓦ORLD’S 𝓦ORKS 𝓘N 𝓟ROGRESS ───── 𝓃𝗈 𝒽𝖾𝗌𝗂𝗍𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝓃𝗈𝗐, 𝒸𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝓂𝖾!

𝓴ey: fluff (☁️), angst/mature themes (🌪️), smut (🥛), smau (📲), written series (📖), oneshot (📓), drabble (📄), other (💬)

✦ individual wip posts for long fics / series will be posted separately and tagged with #﹙📝﹚jjunieworld’s ✩ wips 𓍯

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͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏ ͏ ͏͏ ͏﹙ 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍? 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦! 𝖼𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗄 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝗌. ﹚ 𓄹〞 あれもこれも, それもどれも。 刺激をもっと遊んでたい! 𝒢𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝓂𝖾, 𝒢𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝓂𝖾, まだ眠るまで。 𝒾 𝓌𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝓎𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝒶𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇! ❞

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❝ in the house of flies ❞ ┄ choi soobin⌇📄,🥛 requested ⋆ if there’s one thing you love doing the most, it’s getting under your boyfriend’s skin. it’s just so easy to use soobin’s possessiveness and jealously and anger against him to get what you want. and what you want is to get fucked, hard.

𓈃 ⋆ established relationship, smut, hard-ish and mean dom!soobin, face slapping, switch!reader, angry sex, early 2000s au, more tba...

𝓟rogress 𓄵 writing, 1.7k ⟢ 70%

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❝ cabin fever ❞ ┄ lee minho⌇📓,🌪️,🥛 after an unexpected snowstorm forces you to abandon your vacation plans, you end up snowed in a cabin with your ex-boyfriend, minho. with your fresh breakup and still lingering feelings at the forefront, you both have no choice but to address the elephant in the room.

𓈃 ⋆ exes to lovers, angst, forced proximity, snowed in trope, smut, some fluff, ex bf!minho, multiple unprotected sex scenes, arguing, makeup sex, shower sex, more tba...

𝓟rogress 𓄵 outlined ˒˒ postponed until winter ⟢ 25%

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捧げる? 𝓃𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋, 𝑒𝗏𝖾𝗋! 𝒿𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝓃𝗈𝗐, 今すぐ。 見つけ出して! ∿ [ continue on to . . . masterlist , taglist , request ]

[sarahowritesostucky]

📖"Breeding the Winter Soldier"

Rated: Explicit

Word Count: 7893

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes

Tags: a/b/o, Omega Bucky, Alpha Steve, Hydra wins, dark AU, forced mating, breeding program, coerced sex, restraints, heats/ruts, forced to fuck, past Bucky x Brock, HTP adjacent, mind control, anal sex, hurt/comfort (mostly comfort)

A.N.: this was written all the way back in 2017!

Breeding the Winter Soldier

“Looks like they gave Cap his assignment,” Rollins chuckles from where he’s sitting, boots propped up on the observation room’s control panel. “Doesn’t seem too happy about being told he’s gotta breed ‘im.”

Brock scoffs lightly, unable to help himself from lighting up out of frustration as he stares through the one-way glass window at their prisoner. Smoking isn’t allowed inside the facility, but that’s never stopped Brock. “This is bullshit,” he complains around the cigarette between his lips, tossing the spent match to the floor as he gets a good first lungful of nicotine. Beyond the window, Captain fucking America—or what used to be Captain America— is pacing, pacing, pacing, distressed at the news. Brock seethes quietly. “Project Genesis is mine. He was supposed to be mine.”

And now Steven Grant Rogers is the one they want instead. The superior choice, apparently, for siring little super-soldiers. Brock had broken whatever he’d been holding when he’d first heard the order come down—a coffee mug, he thinks it was. The order strictly reassigned him as handler only to the asset, the one to supervise the project. Supervise. Brock cringes at the restriction of the word. He’s been the asset’s commanding officer for going on five years now. Unofficially, he’s been his alpha for two. He’s the one who knows the asset, understands him. He’s the only one who knows how to make him work right, how to get through to him. He’s the one who cares about him, who satisfies him through his heats. And now Hydra is forcing him to give that all away?

His mate is going to be so confused.

Rollins tells him to chill. “I’m sure they’ll still let you fuck around with him once he’s pupped a few litters.”

“That’s not the fucking point!” Brock roars, angry but not at Rollins. Jack seems to know this, as he doesn’t move at all from his lazy posture in the chair. “He’s my omega. I’m perfectly capable of breeding him, if that’s what they want.”

Rollins shrugs. “You ain’t got that super soldier sperm.”

“Captain. Hail Hydra.”

Steve looks up from where he’s been eating his breakfast and frowns at the sight of Rumlow. It’s strange and upsetting to see people that he knew from before. People who he’d thought were the good guys. Brock looks the same as he did a year ago. Same haircut, same face, same tactical gear that he used to wear when he was on Shield’s Strike team, when he was Steve’s friend. Only now there is no Shield, and there are no friends. Now they all belong to Hydra whether they want to or not.

“Hail Hydra,” Steve mumbles into the cold milk of his cereal.

“Gotta come with me, Cap,” Rumlow tells him. “Today’s the day.”

Steve looks up at him, eyes angry and tired. “I’m not doing it,” he says. He’s fucking not doing it. They can’t make him.

“I’m not in the mood for this today.” Rumlow calls in the four guards that he’s brought with him and has them stand there with their stun batons as a warning for Steve. Before, they never would’ve been enough to keep him subdued. But that was before. Steve knows it’ll be no use trying to fight them off. He lets his spoon drop into the cereal bowl.

They take him down to the wing where they keep Bucky, to a room with a bed, a minifridge and an exam chair. It’s a heat suite, where they intend to force him to do this, Steve supposes. Bucky’s not there. There’s a tech waiting for them and when Steve lays eyes on the prepped syringes he tenses, tries to turn around. He winds up with a stun baton jammed to his neck and the next thing he knows he’s restrained in the chair. The tech is bringing a needle over and Steve pulls with all his might against the mag restraints. They don’t budge. “Relax,” Rumlow says. He’s standing beside Steve. “It’s just something to help you.”

“Help me how?” Steve asks, afraid. He’s already drugged up six ways to Sunday. Drugs to keep him weak, drugs to keep him dazed, drugs to keep him calm. If he didn’t heal so rapidly his inner arms would look like pincushions by now. The injections erase who he is, erase any possibility of a fight, let alone an escape. He doesn’t want any more injections.

“Something to kickstart your rut,” Brock says. He points to the other needles, one by one. “An aphrodisiac. A benzo to lower your inhibitions. Hormones to increase the chances of conceiving.”

Steve sneers. “I’m not doing it. I’m not hurting him.”

“You sure as hell better not,” Brock tells him, and there’s something about the way that he says it that has Steve paying closer attention. Steve takes notice of how tense Rumlow seems, upset almost. He smells the sour tint of possessiveness rolling off of him. “He’s mine,” Brock says. It’s obvious he’s not talking about his role as Bucky’s handler.

Steve squints for a moment. “…No,” he says, eyes widening. Rumlow smirks when he sees that Steve is finally figuring it out. “You’ve had him.”

“Wow. Took you long enough Cap. Thought you would’ve at least smelled him on me, all the times I fucked him before passing you in the hall.”

Steve grits his teeth, fury building in him in a way that he didn’t think was possible, not with all of the mood stabilizers Hydra’s got him on. “You fucking raped him?!” The tech comes over and jabs Steve while he’s distracted, not that he can move much in the restraints anyway. The needle stings going in, but the anger coursing through him is worse than the cold flush of medicine through his veins.

Brock looks at Steve with contempt. “I’m his handler. He hasn’t been raped since I started caring for him.”

Steve pants in his seat, feeling his temperature start to climb as the drugs work into his system. “Is that what you call it?” he sneers. “You think you’re taking care of him?”

“I know you’re not happy about this,” Brock tells him. “But let me tell you something: neither am I.”

“What are you talking about?”

Brock tells the tech to get out of the room. He orders the AI system that they stole from Stark Industries to stop monitoring them. Once they’re all alone he tells Steve, “He’s mine, Rogers.” Steve growls at him and that makes Rumlow roll his eyes. He drags a stool over to sit right in front of where Steve is restrained. “What you’re participating in? It’s called Project Genesis.”

“Yeah, trying to make baby supersoldiers, I get it,” Steve snaps. “I’m not doing it.”

“It’s the only fucking reason you’re alive right now,” Brock tells him. “And it’s the only reason he’s not gathering dust in some cryo vault.”

Steve can’t suppress his frown. “What?”

Brock sighs. “You’ve both been decommissioned. Hydra is a major world power now. One or two enhanced assets aren’t worth our time anymore. An army of supersoldiers, however, is. That’s what he’s still useful for.”

“You son of a bitch.”

“Yeah? How do you think I feel?” Brock snaps. “I was the one who was supposed to breed him. Was working on it just fine till they brought you in. I’m sure you think he’ll be happy to see you but let me tell you, he won’t.” Brock can smell the change coming over the other alpha, can smell his body ramping up for a rut. Beneath the scent of sex hormones is the sour tinge of chemicals. It makes Brock want to curl his nose and bare his teeth in a challenge, or maybe turn away to escape the smell altogether. “He doesn’t know you Cap, and you’re just going to scare him if you come at him acting like he should be glad to see you.”

Steve glares at him. “He does remember me. He knew me on the helicarrier.” Bucky had known him. He had.

But Brock shakes his head. “No. He only has bits and pieces Rogers. He’s my omega. I bonded to him years ago.”

Steve growls and pulls at his restraints again. “No!”

“Calm the fuck down!” Brock leans in closer. He looks mad. Smells mad too. “This isn’t about you or me. It’s not up to us. Do you think I’d let you touch him if it was?”

“He’s not yours,” Steve grits out. “And I’m not going to touch him.”

Brock huffs. “You wait till those drugs kick in, you’ll be singing a different tune.” He looks at Steve seriously. “And just so you know, he’s already in heat.”

Steve’s eyes widen at that. “What?”

“Yeah. He’s hot and aching and he knows what his mission is. He’s not going to fight it,” Brock says. “But he’s expecting me. He’s expecting someone that he knows to help him feel better. And he’s going to be confused when I bring him in here and tell him that he has to let another alpha fuck him. A stranger. So I need for you to calm down. I don’t want him scared. You and I are going to talk to him together and you’re going to be gentle with him.”

Steve can feel arousal building in himself, and it’s strange to feel that while he’s sitting there next to Rumlow, being told all of this. The chemically-induced rut is coming on fast. “Shit,” he curses, head falling back to the chair behind him. He can feel himself firming up beneath the thin cotton of his sleep pants and he hates that he can’t hide it from Rumlow. “I can’t do this. Please don’t make me do this.”

“Get it together Cap,” Rumlow snaps, unhappy.

“Fuck you!” Steve spits.

Brock sighs. “I was hoping you’d shut up but I can see that’s not going to happen. He crosses the room only to return with a gag in his hands. He forces Steve’s jaw open and presses the ball gag in, saying nothing about the fight Steve puts up. Once it’s secured and Steve is heaving angry breaths at him, Brock says, “I’m going to get him now. If you care about him at all you won’t make this worse for him than it has to be.” He gets up and leaves through the room’s only door and Steve is forced to wait long minutes, panting and sweating at the oncoming rush of a forced rut.

The asset is relieved when its handler comes to retrieve it. It entered its heat hours ago and has had to wait, alone and aching, in the little room. “Come on James,” the handler says when the asset stands from its little cot, and the asset remembers that this is supposed to be its name. He’s never heard it before—not from anyone besides his handler. It's probably invented, but he likes that he uses it. Even if it’s made up, it’s something special between just the two of them.

Now they’ll go to the other room, the one where they always go when he is to be bred. James looks forward to it because he knows it’ll make him feel better. Brock (that’s his handler’s name. He’s allowed to use it when they’re alone) will give him everything he needs, will knot him and hopefully fill him with pups. That’s their mission. So far they’ve been unsuccessful but the asset thinks it’s because his heats used to be so unpredictable. Now he’s been out of cryo long enough that he’s cycling regularly again, his body ready for a pregnancy.

The asset has never thought about reproducing. An assassin doesn’t think of such things, a weapon certainly doesn’t. But James does. James doesn’t mind his new mission. He hasn’t told his handler, but he secretly prefers serving Hydra this way over what he used to do. This way he doesn’t have to go into the cold. And they don’t wipe him. And there’s someone who cares for him—his alpha. Deep down, he secretly likes the idea of having a baby, something that’s his that isn’t garbage or government-issued. Something that’s all his. He doesn’t tell his handler about this either.

They enter the other room and there is someone else there. It’s a man, an alpha. He’s restrained and in rut, that much is clear right away. The asset is nearly knocked back by the abrupt smell of him. Brock notices and laughs, reaching to grab him by the arm and pull him closer. “Easy babe.”

The asset scans his eyes over the man on the chair. He’s big. Tall and muscled, with blond hair and handsome features. He’s clearly upset. He struggles against his bonds as they approach, making useless sounds through the gag in his mouth. The asset looks questioningly at Brock. “Who is he?” He’s not really supposed to ask questions unprompted, but over time he’s learned that it’s okay with his handler, with Brock.

“His name is Captain Rogers,” Brock says. “Former SHIELD operative. He’s an enhanced like you are.”

The asset nods. He was unaware that there were others like himself. There used to be a program, but it had failed. He can remember helping, being tasked with training a group of men and women to make them stronger, better. But they’d gone wild and had been eliminated. The mission had failed.

“We have new orders,” Brock tells him, and this is when he takes his hand, squeezes it reassuringly. James purrs at the contact, moves to begin removing his clothes as is expected of him. But Brock stops him. “Wait, babe.”

The man in the chair growls at the pet name and James whines. He doesn’t want the other alpha to be there. He wants to be naked, in a bed, under his mate. “I’m hot,” he points out. “I need to get undressed.”

“You can,” Brock tells him. He pets the side of James’ face. “But I’m not going to be here with you.”

The asset frowns in confusion. “What?” He doesn’t understand. This is the breeding room. James is in heat. It’s their mission—they’ll be punished if they don’t complete it. The asset tilts his head, baring his neck, trying to show his alpha how ready he is. “Alpha please,” he whines. He’d hit the floor and present if not for the other alpha in the room. “I’m in heat. I need it.”

Brock shushes him, gentles a hand down his side. It feels good but it’s not nearly enough. “I know baby, I know. You’ll get a knot, just not mine.” The asset is confused again, but only for a second. His eyes dart over to where the other alpha is bound. Brock sees this and he nods, “Yeah baby, you’re going to mate with him.”

“What?” A low noise of distress leaves James’ throat, unbidden. He’s not supposed to make noises like that. But Brock never punishes him for such mistakes, not when it’s just the two of them. “No. You’re supposed to do it. You’re my mate,” he says, feeling scared. He’s not supposed to argue with directions. “Alpha?” he says, trying to press his nose into Brock’s neck, trying to ignore the other man in the room. “The mission,” he urges. “Breed me. Put pups in me.”

But Brock just kisses his temple and sets him back firmly. “Sorry babe,” he says. “It’s orders.”

Steve tries to speak through the gag but of course it’s no use.

He is forced to sit there and watch as Rumlow comes into the room with Bucky, holding his hand, for Christ’s sake. Bucky doesn’t seem to mind at all. He makes a pleased sound whenever Brock touches him, and when he calls him pet names. Steve feels his guts lurch at the obvious show of affection between them. He feels jealously flare up in his core like a rabid animal, wanting to kill the other alpha for touching Bucky, for trying to claim the omega that should be his.

That, he knows, is his rut talking. It’s gotten worse in the past ten minutes since Brock left him here, tied to the exam chair and gagged. Steve’s skin itches and his pulse throbs. Between his legs, he’s hard. And now that Bucky has come into the room, now that Steve can smell him, it’s so much worse. Bucky smells like damp, cloying earth. He smells like dark, cramped spaces and tangled up bodies. He smells like something Steve wants to bury his face in and not come up for air from. Steve takes one look at him and feels the urge to chase him, catch him, pin him down come unbidden. All he can do is wiggle ineffectively in his bonds.

In front of him, Brock is telling Bucky that he has to mate with Steve. Steve’s heart clenches when Bucky looks over to him, tense and afraid. His eyes do not hold recognition. Steve listens as Bucky pleads and whines to Brock, calling him his alpha, begging him to breed him instead. And Brock fucking comforts him, pets him and gives him a kiss and tells him it’s okay. Bucky looks like he never wants to leave Brock’s side. Steve clenches his eyes shut at the sight.

“Rogers.”

Steve’s eyes open. Brock is standing right in front of him. Bucky is still hanging back, looking unsure. “You see?” Brock says, and he’s not bragging or gloating or anything. He’s just trying to get Steve to listen. “He’s used to being with me, Cap. He doesn’t know you. Now are you gonna behave if I take that gag out? Not going to upset him?”

Steve glares at Rumlow, but after a moment manages a terse nod. The gag gets removed, and Steve takes a moment to swallow the spit in his mouth, lick his lips and crack his jaw. “Thanks,” he grunts, not feeling at all thankful.

Rumlow nods, chucks the gag away. “I’m not going to let you up from that chair yet,” he tells Steve. “That I’ll do remotely, once I’m out of the room.”

Steve sneers. “What? You afraid to be alone with me?”

Brock raises his eyebrows. “First of all, I’m not alone.” He nods back to Bucky. “I’ve got him. Don’t let his role in our breeding program fool you; he’s still perfectly capable of ending a man with his bare hands. If I give him the order to, that is. Secondly, I’m not going to let you out of that chair while I’m in the room because you’re in rut. A rut that we chemically engineered to match his heat. You’re geared up to attack any alpha that comes near him.”

Steve scoffs. “I’ve got better control than you, animal.”

Brock looks back at Bucky and calls him over, but he calls him James, and that rankles Steve more than anything else yet. “Come here James,” Rumlow says. He holds out his arm and Bucky comes over obediently. “This is Steve. He’s not a big fan of mine, I’m sure you can tell.”

“Bucky,” Steve says urgently. “Bucky I’m not going to hurt you. Okay? Don’t worry.”

“Who the hell is Bucky?” Bucky murmurs to Brock.

Brock glares at Steve. “I told you Cap. He doesn’t know any of that.” Brock pulls Bucky closer, encourages him to go up and touch Steve where he’s restrained to the chair. “Go ahead babe. You heard him: he won’t hurt you. Have a look at him.”

Bucky does. He inches closer until his leg hits the side of the chair. He reaches forward with careful fingers, as if Steve is a wild animal that might bite. Bucky’s eyes are cold and calculating as they pass over Steve, no recognition to them. Not like Steve wants. “He’s healthy,” Bucky murmurs, almost as if he’s afraid to say it. “Strong.” Behind, Brock chuckles a little.

“Yeah he is. Don’t worry though. He won’t be rough on you.” Brock meets Steve’s eyes over Bucky’s head. “I have it on good authority. He’s going to be real gentle.”

Bucky doesn’t react to this, and Steve feels as if he can hardly breathe as Bucky continues to examine him. He touches Steve’s arms, his legs, his chest. Steve is still clothed, but the touches ramp up the desire that the drugs have kickstarted. In his pants, he’s hard as a rock. Bucky leans down and sticks his nose into Steve’s neck, scenting at the glands there. It’s all Steve can do not to moan where he’s sitting, all he can do not to try and thrust his hips up the way his body wants to. After a long inspection, Bucky seems to make up his mind about Steve. He stands back and away, looks to Brock. “He’ll sire good pups. I understand why he’s been chosen.” He nods once to show his obedience in the matter. “I’ll complete the mission.”

Brock smiles at him. “Good boy.”

“Buck you don’t have to do anything these sacks of shit tell you to—”

“Cap,” Rumlow warns, “That ain’t the way. He WILL do what we tell him to. And if you’re resisting, he’ll take you by force. That how you want this to go?”

Steve grimaces at the threat, imagining the absurdity of Bucky raping him. “He should have a choice,” Steve tells Rumlow darkly, hating the man with every fiber of his being. “Does this make you proud?” he asks. “Treating him like a thing? Violating him?” Steve forces himself to meet Rumlow’s eyes in an imploring manner. “You said that you mated him. If that’s true, is this really what you want for him?”

Rumlow shakes his head, looks at Steve as if he’s incredibly thickheaded. “You just don’t get it, do ya Cap?” He walks over, takes a hold of Bucky’s neck and pulls him in for a deep kiss. Steve watches the display with horror, especially once Bucky brings both of his hands up to cradle Rumlow’s jaw. Brock pulls away from Bucky, their lips separating with a pop, and he glares at Steve. “This isn’t about ‘want’. It’s about following orders.” With that he pushes Bucky up to stand close to Steve, turning away before either man can stop him. “Now just shut up, lay back, and get him pregnant,” he throws over his shoulder as he walks out the door.

James tries not to feel anything when his mate leaves the room. He tries to slip back into the mindset of the Asset, a place where feelings are irrelevant. Brock has explained the parameters of the mission, has given the soldier his orders. Now James will execute. He tips his ear towards the door, his enhanced hearing helping him to pick up on the sounds of many intricate locking mechanisms being set. He flicks his gaze back up to the body of the other man—the man they’ve chosen to sire his pups.

James wants to sneer, feels like maybe he does. He shuffles uncomfortably in place, wetness already growing sticky and cool where it’s seeped into the back of his pants. He wonders if Captain Rogers can smell it. Stepping close to the chair where he’s restrained, James examines the mag cuffs that hold him in place. They’re similar to the ones that his handlers use on him. It makes James wonder just how strong this man is. Brock had said he was enhanced. He tilts his head in curiosity.

“… Bucky—”

“Directive clarification,” James calls out to the room, ignoring whatever the Captain had been about to say to him. James doesn’t wait for a response; he knows they’re being watched. “Am I to mount him like this?” he asks, not particularly caring either way. He shouldn’t care about this stranger’s comfort during the act—he’s not Brock. The soldier has his orders and James has no choice. He has to do it. A quick glance shows him what he can already smell: Captain Rogers is fully erect beneath his clothing. On the chair or in a bed, he’ll be easy enough for James to take inside of his body. But a crackle comes through the speakers in the ceiling, echoing Brock’s voice into the room:

“Use the bed if you want. He’s been chemically subdued so he shouldn’t be able to put up much a fight. Releasing mag cuffs in three, two...”

In the next second the restraints on the chair click open, and James turns back in time to see Captain Rogers pulling his arms away from the chair. He sits up, swinging his legs over the side. His bare feet touch the floor but he remains perched on the chair’s edge. For the first time, James realizes that the Captain is dressed in sleeping clothes. A standard issue tee shirt and cotton pants are all he wears. “Bucky,” he says again, holding out an arm in James’ direction. It is unclear if the gesture is meant to beckon James closer or to keep him at bay. James is not unaware that, omega or not, he presents a threatening image to most men. With this in mind he narrows his stance, draws his shoulders down to seem as small and nonthreatening as possible. Hopefully this will keep the Captain from trying to do something as counterproductive as running, or fighting.

“I realize you don’t recognize me, but don’t be scared. I’m not going to hurt you. My name’s Steve.

James blinks at him. He takes stock of the situation. Captain Rogers—Steve—has been made aware of his role in the breeding program. He’s been given his orders just like James has, but he’s resisting. James can smell it on him, the warring scents of desire and disgust. James steps closer, tilting his head to the side once he’s just in front of him. “Smell that?” he asks, being sure to keep his eyes cast down. The Captain’s hands are clenched tightly by his sides as James bares his neck in a submissive gesture. “Come on,” he says as gently as he can. “Alpha?”

“Don’t,” Steve bites out. He sounds pained. “Don’t call me that Buck.”

James bites his cheek, thinking he may just have to use physical force if this man won’t listen. “You’re in forced rut,” he says, trying again. “That can’t feel good.”

Steve huffs an abortive laugh. “Yeah.”

“You’re flushed,” James tells him. There is perspiration all along the collar of Steve’s tee. “And you’re hot. Burning-up-inside hot. Believe me I know how it feels. When you’re so desperate that you’re miserable?” He reaches for the hem of his own shirt, pulls it quickly over his head. He knows that the movement makes his scent burst into the air. Now his top half is exposed and James has to hold in the sigh that wants to come at the relief of having that much less clothing on his body. He tosses his shirt aside. In front of him, Steve’s nostrils are flaring. “It doesn’t have to be like that,” he tells him, “You can have me. It’ll help.”

Steve’s fingers sink into the chair’s cushion, little bits of foam padding ripping out and falling to the floor. His scent is soaring—a deep, rich scent like copper and burnt wood. James grits his teeth at the sudden urge to drop and present. He slowly reaches out with his flesh hand and touches Steve’s thigh. “Why are you afraid?” he asks. It’d be nice to know. Everyone always seems to know more than he does…

“I can’t hurt you like this Buck. I just can’t.”

James shushes him, ignores the continued use of that nonsensical name, Bucky. “You won’t,” he soothes, pulling lightly at the fabric of Steve’s pants in an effort to get him to slide off the chair. “I’m in heat. I’m ready. It won’t hurt.”

Steve scoffs, but he does allow himself to be moved. Standing barefoot, they come eye to eye. “That’s not the kind of hurt I meant.”

James ignores the clench his heart gives as he thinks of Brock. He wonders if his alpha is watching from another room, observing them through a little camera. He hopes not. “Come here,” James says, pulling Steve forward. Steve’s hands find their way to his hips, and James feels more slick rush out of his body at the contact. He whimpers without meaning to. “Scent me,” he says, tilting his head again. He’s pressing up against Steve, their bodies connected from thigh to chest. He can feel the alpha’s erection and he’s certain that Steve can feel his. But that hardly matters as Steve releases an answering growl somewhere in his throat. His head dips down and he buries his nose in the crook of James’ neck. James’ breath leaves him in a satisfied puff. He’s been in heat for nearly twenty-four hours with no relief until now. He’d been expecting Brock, his mate, but the mission has changed.

His body has already decided for him, he realizes. It doesn’t matter that this isn’t Brock. Doesn’t matter that it’s a stranger who’s been selected to put pups in him. James’ body recognizes this Steve for what he is; a strong, virile alpha.

The Asset grabs Steve with his metal hand, pushing him towards the bed before the other man can protest.

Steve stumbles over his own feet, not having been prepared for the rough grab and push of Bucky’s metal arm. He falls gracelessly back onto the room’s bed with a grunt. Bucky doesn’t give him time to recover. He’s there in a flash, one hand planted in the center of Steve’s chest and the other yanking down his pants. Bucky tosses them to the floor and reaches for Steve’s shirt. But Steve isn’t having it. He grabs Bucky’s arms and attempts to fight him. They grapple for all of three seconds before Bucky has him pinned, and Steve is panting furiously. The drugs make him so much weaker than before. With Bucky’s metal arm in play he doesn’t stand a chance. Begging is all he’s got left, it seems. “Please,” he says, staring imploringly. “You don’t want to do this.”

Bucky ignores him completely. He rips Steve’s tee shirt down the front like it’s paper, pulls it off of him and throws it somewhere in the general vicinity of where the pants had gone. Leaning forward over Steve’s now-naked body, he gives a very un-omega like growl. “Stay down.” He stands up and divests himself of the boots he’s wearing, then his pants.

Of course Steve doesn’t listen. He manages to prop himself up by the time Bucky’s taking his underwear off, and the scent that hits Steve then is so strong it makes him clench his eyes shut. “Fuck.” He can’t look at Bucky, he can’t or he’ll lose his shit. The bed dips and Steve jerks as Bucky pulls him to lie down again, too much naked skin pressed up along his own. “Bucky, don’t—” He’s cut off by lips crashing down on his own. Bucky wastes no time in forcing his way, mouthing and biting at Steve to make him open up. His hands pull at Steve’s hair and he fucks his tongue lewdly into his mouth. A garbled noise that probably would have been a moan had it been allowed to form leaves Steve, his hands grabbing the first part of Bucky they can find—his hips. Steve pulls on Bucky, whether to bring him closer or push him away he’s not sure, but he winds up tugging the other man fully atop him, and the second Steve feels him start rolling his hips downwards, he’s lost.

Bucky breaks the kiss, pulling away. Steve opens his eyes to see the omega staring at him, eyes a hard grey. He’s still fucking downwards, rubbing himself off against the crest of Steve’s groin, and his breath has become harsh. “This is our mission,” he breathes, sounding rough and desperate. “We have to. You have to.”

Steve feels sickness rise up and mingle with the desperation of his rut again. “No.”

“Yes.”

Steve repeats the ‘no’ several times more as Bucky continues to writhe against him, but his hands don’t loosen their hold on Bucky’s hips, and he doesn’t try to push Bucky off of him. “I can’t.”

Bucky makes an angry sound in his throat and yanks Steve’s head back with the grip he has on his hair. It’s his metal hand and it hurts. “You don’t have a choice,” he says. Steve growls at the dominant gesture, his hindbrain urging him to put the omega in his place. But Bucky leans closer again. For a second Steve thinks he’s going to kiss him, but he doesn’t. He puts his lips to Steve’s ear, the dark length of his hair falling around them. “Don’t make me take it,” he whispers, sounding desperate. His hips have not stopped moving. “Please. Alpha. You’re supposed to give it to me. Take me. Don’t make me do it.”

Steve groans. There’s nothing worse that Bucky could have said. He’s in heat, and Steve’s in rut, and now he’s calling Steve Alpha and begging Steve to mate with him the way that he wants it; to take him the way an alpha should take their omega. Steve opens his eyes to find Bucky staring at him once again, only this time his eyes are soft and his brow is pinched—pleading. He looks more like the Bucky that Steve remembers, and Steve can’t ignore the urge within himself to make that pleading look go away, to satisfy.

He flips them over. The only reason he’s able to do it is because he takes Bucky completely by surprise. Bucky’s eyes go wide for a moment, assessing a threat, before he realizes the move for what it is and he relaxes and purrs. Steve doubts himself immediately. He brings his hands to Bucky’s face, pleased when he’s not pushed away and Bucky fucking bends his neck to expose himself. “Alpha,” Bucky whines, but Steve’s not having it.

“You listen to me,” he says angrily, using the last goddamn piece of himself that he has left to convey seriousness in his tone. Bucky stares at him obediently and Steve swallows. “They don’t wipe my memory, got it? You may not remember me, but I remember you. And I won’t hurt you. I hurt you, you have to tell me. If you want to stop, you tell me. Got it?”

James frowns, even in his lust-ridden brain he knows he does. This stranger—no, some distant and unreachable part of his mind corrects, not a stranger—Steve—is referencing the wipes, is telling him that they’ve met before. James can’t disprove such a claim. He wonders if this Captain Rogers was once his handler, or possibly a target. He wonders if “Bucky” was his call sign then. Steve is still staring intently at him, waiting for his answer, and James shakes his head to get the thoughts to go away. They’re not important, not relevant to the mission. If his promise is all the Captain needs, then it means nothing to James to give it. “You won’t hurt me,” he says again, thinking that the alpha above him is stupid to imagine that he could, but adds, “I’ll tell you if you do.”

That seems to settle it for Steve. He comes down and kisses James’ forehead, leaves his lips to linger there in a manner that makes James distinctly uncomfortable—as if they are old friends, or family even. “Okay,” he says quietly. “Turn over.”

James flips, never having obeyed an order so quickly. He tries to push himself up to present but with Steve’s heavy weight at his back he can’t do it. Behind, he can feel the alpha’s hardness pressing between his cheeks and it makes him whine needily. This may be a mission, but he’s still been left wanting and unfulfilled for close to going on twenty four hours now. There are no feelings of doubt or discontent with the situation that James needs to force down to be a good soldier. He’s allowed to want this, and he does. “Alpha,” he urges when Steve doesn’t move to penetrate him. “Please. Now, please.”

He can feel the exact moment when Steve gives in. His hands are clamped tightly on James’ wrists to keep him still, but when James nearly begs to be fucked it seems to push the alpha off whatever edge of hesitance he’s still managing to hang onto. James can feel Steve’s cock on his ass as he allows himself to thrust at last. The teasing slide is made easier by the slick that’s gathered there. James groans in frustration, rubbing his face into the bed and fairly suffocating himself as he waits for the other man to get on with it and get inside of him. He’s aching for it, for the stretch and pressure of an alpha’s cock, for a knot. He knows he’ll start yelling in a moment if Steve doesn’t DO SOMETHING.

But he does, and James doesn’t have to yell at him after all. Steve presses up onto his arms, the sweaty warmth of his chest leaving James’ back. He positions himself, bumping against James’ hole, and it’s a relief that he forgoes the unnecessary gesture of using fingers first—James is sure he would snap at him if he tried. Steve presses inside, entering him slowly but never stopping until he’s fully seated, his hips flush with James’ ass. It’s not hard to take him in. James’ body is slick and ready for it and he groans lowly into the bed at the sheer relief of it. “Yesss,” he hisses, and turns his head as much as he can to look back at Steve. The man looks about as gone for it as James feels, and a dark thrill shoots through him at the thought that he’s about to be taken just the way he wants to be. Fucked and bred just the way his body is crying out for. It may not be Brock, but James has decided not to think about that. All he can think about in his current state is Steve; the smell of him, the feel of him, even the sounds he makes, it all feels too perfectly satisfying. Maybe it has something to do with the barrage of drugs the techs had shot him up with yesterday. Maybe. He’s not supposed to care though, and he doesn’t. He tries to thrust his hips backwards, wanting movement and having no idea how the other man can bear to hold so still now that they’re connected. There’s nowhere to go with Steve pinning him down at the hips, but he knows the Alpha feels him squirming, recognizes it for the request that it is. “Move,” James says, sounding more demanding than a good omega should. “God just…”

Steve has a hand in his hair and his nose in his neck before James can finish the sentence. A very low growl, almost a feeling more than a sound, is coming out steadily from his chest. It makes goosebumps break out on James’ arms. “Are you telling me what to do?” Steve asks.

Against the bed, Bucky’s mouth splits in a smug grin. This is what he wanted, what Brock would’ve done. At the height of his heats, all the asset wants, all James wants, is to be taken. To be held down and owned. James strains to look back over his shoulder. The angle is awkward but he ignores it, fixing Steve with what he hopes is a challenging stare. If he has to goad the alpha into a more feral headspace to get things done, then by god that’s exactly what he’ll do. “I came here to get fucked, so yeah, I am. Move,” he bites out, hoping that it will spur Steve into action. It does. He pulls out, ignoring James’ cry of protest. His big hands slide down to his hips and he gets onto his knees behind him. James follows, pressing back and presenting. He can feel Steve’s hands pulling him apart, baring his hole. There is silence and James knows without having to look that Steve is just staring at him. The thought of it makes him shudder. He presses his face into the bedding and whines.

“God,” Steve exclaims softly, dragging a thumb across his leaking hole. “You’re soaked.”

James cannot stop whining low, needy omega sounds. Then he feels the blunt head of Steve’s cock at his entrance and he moans. “Yes,” he hisses, though it’s muffled against the sheets. He presses his ass back harder, and that causes Steve to pop inside of him. The alpha grunts in surprise, but then he’s right back to thrusting, this time faster. Just as deep though, and god, if that isn’t exactly what James wants. “Oh, hugn—oh!” The noises he’s making are obscene but James hardly notices. They seem to drive Steve on, his hips slapping harder each time he moans particularly loud.

It goes on like this until James reaches for his own cock. He only gets a couple of strokes in before Steve is knocking his hand away. James cries out indignantly but then Steve pulls out, flips him over and pushes right back in. He wraps his hand around James’ cock, hips working at the same pace as his hand. He’s staring down at James with a burning intensity, breath heavy with his efforts. “Mine,” he growls, giving a calculated twist on the upstroke.

James’ eyes roll back in his head. “Ugh, fuuck.” It’s incredible and nothing he’s used to. No alpha has ever done this for him before, always leaving it to him to take care of. He can hardly thrust into the grip very well when he’s being fucked as hard as he is, but damn if he doesn’t try. “Please,” he groans, grappling at Steve’s shoulders for something to hold onto. He hardly knows what he’s asking for. The alpha is sweaty above him and James’ hands glide over the muscles in his back. “Please, Steve,”

Steve’s eyes shoot to his at the use of his name. Something raw and more intense than what they’re doing now passes through them, and before James knows what’s happening he’s being kissed. It’s not gentle. It’s plying, and insistent, and needy. God, is it needy. Steve is kissing him like it’s the answer to something and all James can do is go along for the ride.

“Bucky,” Steve is grunting at him when he finally parts enough to speak. James knows he’s speaking to him, so he opens his eyes to the nonsensical name. He doesn’t really care what this man calls him, so long as he never stops. “Buck I’m gonna,” Steve tells him, brow sweaty and pinched. “I have to.”

James groans, feeling how true the alpha’s words are. His knot is growing, tugging more insistently with every thrust. When it feels like Steve might pull away at the last second, James wraps his arms and legs around him in a fierce hold. “No,” he begs. “Inside me. I need it.” He’s not thinking even a little bit about the mission now, only the ache inside him. It’s an ache only a knot will fix, and he whimpers this to Steve as he holds him. “Knot me. Alpha, please. Want to feel it. Fill me up. Breed me.”

Steve makes a filthy sound and shoves forward, groaning long and low into James’ ear. His knot catches, fully blown as he climaxes. His hand has stopped moving over James’ cock but it hardly matters now. He’s rocking his hips shallowly, pulling his knot taut against James’ rim, pulsating it over his prostate again and again and again. James doesn’t need anything else to make him come spectacularly.

“Why do you torture yourself like this?”

Brock doesn’t turn around from the observation window. He figures Rollins is just here to taunt him anyway. “Nobody asked you to come in here,” he says quietly, attention still fixed on the pair in the next room.

“Yeah well…” Rollins comes up and stands right next to Brock, eyes taking in the same sight. “I was curious.” When Brock says nothing, he adds, “Looks like they’re finished.”

Brock scoffs and turns abruptly from the window, putting his back to it. “They’re not fucking finished.” Idiot, he wants to add. He scrubs his hands over his face and it occurs to him that he needs to shave. “That was just round one.” Brock doesn’t know about Rogers, but he is intimately familiar with his own omega’s stamina during a heat. “They’ll be in there for a good two days at least.”

“And you’re just going to stand here and watch?” Rollins rolls his eyes. “Stupid.”

“I can’t do anything else,” Brock snaps, irritated at his friend. “You’ve never been bonded. You wouldn’t understand.”

“No?”

“No.” He sighs. “You think what? It’s just jealousy?” He shakes his head. “I could handle that. But this… It’s like a physical ache.” He turns slightly to glance through the window again, thinks better of it, and turns back around. “Can’t stand it.”

“Can’t do anything to change it.” Rollins points out. “You never should’ve gotten so close. He’s just a thing, and at the end of the day he’s Hydra’s thing, not yours.”

“Yeah.” Brock really doesn’t have it in him to argue that point. He wants to, but he doesn’t. It isn’t like he doesn’t wish he could set the poor SOB free. But that’s never going to happen, and playing house with his bonded for the last six months has just been wishful thinking. “They still going at it?” he asks, unwilling to turn around and look again. He wasn’t exactly getting off on the sight before.

Rollins looks. “Naw. Resting.”

Brock grits his teeth, can’t keep the image of that goddamn super soldier, tied to his mate, out of his head.

“You think it’ll take?”

“Christ Rollins, you just don’t quit. Of course it will.” Pretty soon he’ll have to see the soldier, heavy with a litter of his pups. He hates it. Hates it more than anything.

Rollins shrugs and claps a hand onto Brock’s shoulder. “Don’t stay in here.” Another glance back. “He’s obviously not going to hurt ‘im. Leave them to it. Come and have a drink with me.”

Brock looks at Rollins then and really considers him. He calls him his friend, but the truth is the two of them are just the same as the Winter Soldier—property of Hydra. It’s taken years for him to realize it, but it’s true. Still, Rollins is offering him a drink now, and even more than that, a temporary escape. It’s the closest thing to friendly Brock’s ever gotten from the other man, and he figures it’s the best he’s going to get for a while. He might as well go. Because Rollins is right; he never should have gotten so close.

Brock sighs and nods at Rollins. Tells him, “Yeah. Yeah I think I will.”

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[revnah1406]

OC INTERVIEW!

I was tagged by: @alypink thank you pookie!! 🧡✨

Abby 🍂🌿

Name: Abigail Mason

Nickname: Abby, Abs

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Capricorn ♑🐐

Personality Type: Chaotic Neutral

Height: 1.65m/5.4 ft

Orientation: Lesbian

Nationality/Ethnicity: American 🇺🇸

Fave Fruit: Orange 🍊

Fave Season: Autumn 🍂🍁

Fave Flower: Sunflower 🌻

Fave Scent: Old books and leather 📖

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Tea 🍵

Average Hours of Sleep: 4/6 hours

Dog or Cat Person: Dog person 🐕

Dream Trip: Alaska, Fairbanks 🏔️

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: if she can 2

Random Fact: Abby likes to wear silly socks with silly patterns. 🧦

SPARROW 🏔️🔧

Name: Hannah Clayton

Nickname: Sparrow, Han

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Aquarius ♒🏺

Personality Type: Chaotic good.

Height: 1.85m/6.1 ft

Orientation: Lesbian

Nationality/Ethnicity: Swiss 🇨🇭/ British 🇬🇧

Fave Fruit: Pear 🍐

Fave Season: Winter ❄️☃️

Fave Flower: Rosemary 🪴

Fave Scent: Rain 🌧️

Coffee, Tea, or HC: Coffee ☕

Average Hours of Sleep: 6/8 hours

Dog or Cat Person: dog person 🐕

Dream Trip: Nepal 🇳🇵(she's been there several times but she loves it so much)

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: one

Random Fact: She's lactose intolerant 🥛🐮

AMARA 🌕🌆🌌

Name: Amara Thompson

Nickname: none

Gender: Female

Star Sign: Taurus ♉🐂

Personality Type: Neutral Good

Height: 1.65 m/5.4 ft

Orientation: bisexual

Nationality/Ethnicity: British 🇬🇧, Japanese 🇯🇵

Fave Fruit: Strawberry 🍓

Fave Season: Summer 🌞⛱️

Fave Flower: tulip 🌷

Fave Scent: lavender 🪻

Coffee, Tea, or HC: coffee and tea ☕🍵

Average Hours of Sleep: 4/8 hours

Dog or Cat Person: cat person 🐈🐱

Dream Trip: Japan 🇯🇵

Number of Blankets They Sleep With: three

Random Fact: she's vegetarian

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Tagging! @efingart @kaitaiga @applbottmjeens @sleepyconfusedpotato @welldonekhushi @mctvsh

[pleasanttaleswithkaityb]

Welcome to Pleasant Tales!

In the sultry heat of Pleasantview, summer promises a season of dramatic revelations and hidden truths. If exposed at the neighborhood BBQ, Kaylynn Langerak’s secret pregnancy could become the town's biggest scandal. Cassandra Goth clings to a fragile marriage as her husband, Don, harbors secrets of his own. Mortimer Goth rekindles old flames with Dina, while young Alexander digs deeper into his mother's disappearance mystery. Nina Caliente faces her past as Malcolm dreams of their future. Brandi Broke's romance blossoms amidst family challenges, and Darren Dreamer finds new joy in unexpected places. As Mary-Sue Pleasant contemplates expanding her family, Daniel's web of lies threatens to unravel. Angela and Lilith Pleasant embark on separate journeys, each facing the trials of motherhood. The Burb family struggles with mounting pressures, and the Ramirez household fights to stay united. This summer, every corner of Pleasantview is set to reveal its secrets, altering the lives of its residents forever.

Pleasantview Masterlist - Your Guide to Kaity B's Simblr 🏡✨

Kaity B || 29 || she/hers || USA || rotational sims 4 simmer

Welcome, new and returning neighbors, to the heart of Pleasantview! This master list is your treasure map to navigate the stories and lives within this vibrant Sim universe. If you're wondering where to begin or how to catch up, just follow the guide below:

Starting Point 🌼

# welcome to pleasantview! - New to the neighborhood? Start here for an overview of where our stories begin, more about me, and general information about my gameplay style!

Household Sagas 🏘️

Quick Note: Full stories began unfolding from Spring 1, as my Simblr adventures started just at the tail end of Winter!

Begin your journey by following each household's saga. Note that posts are listed as newest first, so scroll to the bottom to start from the beginning! The following list of households- is also listed in my play order of what household I’ll rotate to next or I am currently storytelling for. ☺️

To begin I recommend starting with the Lothario Household, Fall 1 😍

# pleasantview legacy - includes every story piece of content for every household

# the lothario household

# the goth household - [current rotation, summer year 1]

# the caliente household

# the broke household

# the dreamer household

# the pleasant household

# the pleasant twins household

# the burb household

# the ramirez household

the langerak household

Seasonal Stories ❄️🌸☀️🍂

Prefer a seasonal approach? Each season tag gathers all events within that time frame across all households.

# fall 1

# winter 1

# spring 1

# summer 1

Individual Sim Insights 👤

Get up close and personal with our beloved Sims:

# get to know the sim - Infographics for deep dives into each Sim's life.

# meet the neighbors - A dedicated page for each memorable neighbor!

Special Moments 🎂💌

Celebrations and cameo appearances that add spice to our Sim stories:

# pleasantview birthdays - all birthday celebrations in Pleasantview.

# pleasant cameos - spotting of Pleasantview neighbors and important NPCs out and about.

# strange cameos - spotting famous strangetown townies and NPCs out and about.

Recaps and Chronicles 📖

In a rush? These recaps are your quick catch-ups on each household's latest season. Think of it as the 'Previously on...' section to get you up to speed!

# lothario recap

# goth recap

# caliente recap

# broke recap

# dreamer recap

# pleasant recap

# pleasant twins recap

# burb recap

# ramirez recap

# pleasant chronicles - for the local newspaper

Behind the Scenes 🎬

Peek behind the curtain with:

# behind the scenes with kaity b - Insights into the creative process and musings.

Community Hub 💬

Your place to interact, ask questions, and truly become a part of Pleasantview:

# ask kaity b! & # kaity b answers - Community Q&A, about mes, & tag responses

# kaity b resources - from how i set up my game to mod recs

# kaity b reblogs - reblogs of other people's content ✌️

# kaity b saves for later - mods and CC I'm eyeing to enhance our Sims' lives.

Games and Interactions 🎲

# hey neighbors - neighbors (you!) can help influence the neighborhood!

# tag game

# emoji ask games

Remember, each tag is a doorway into different chapters of our Sim's lives. Click on a tag and let your adventure begin!

With love and pixelated dreams, Kaity B 🌷💕

[uhohbestie]

There Are Monsters Nearby [Chapter 20]

🏜 Pairing: Grian/Scar

🧟‍♂️ Tags: zombie AU, zombie apocalypse, lovers to exes, slow burn, eventual reconciliation

📖 Summary: The day after Scar breaks up with Grian, the dead come back to life. Knowing that venturing out alone is a death sentence, the sudden onset of the apocalypse forces them to stick together despite the tensions between them. In the wreckage of the world, they're forced to survive side-by-side, coming to terms with the fact that—try as they might—there's still no one they trust more than each other.

Chapter 20 - Goodbye California, hello Oregon. Scar and Grian keep heading north, gearing up for winter, finding a nice place to stay the night, and continuing to struggle on where they stand and what they mean to one another.

📝 Words: 10,142

🔗 Link: Read Chapter 20 on AO3

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“Cub used to— god, he’d hate it. Every time we saw a nice sunset, or some satellite passing, or a shooting star, I’d say ‘I wish Grian was here to see this.’” Scar shakes his head, crouching down with the box of winter gear as he starts to sort through it, pairing off the gloves to see what suits them best. “He’d always tell me to give it a rest. He’d say, ‘Grian can look outside and see his own sunset.’ I thought it was kinda sweet at the time, like he was showing me how close we still were. Under the same sky, y’know?” He scoffs absently as he slips his hands into a pair of fingerless gloves, curling his palm into a fist before seeking out its mate. “Now I get he just wanted me to talk about literally anything else.”

Grian stands in silence, unable to articulate a response. The tenderness of Scar’s confession sits uneven within him, mixing with the deep shame at the implication that Quackity wasn’t the first to point out to Scar that he deserved better in a partner.

“I wish I’d gotten to know Cub better,” he settles on at last, the words quiet, not nearly what Scar deserves to hear right now. “I think I missed out.”

“You did,” Scar says, agreeing so easily that it feels rehearsed, finding the pair to his glove and putting it on his other hand. “He was one of a kind.”

“I enjoyed the few times we hung out together…” Grian offers, feeling suddenly meek.

“Cub did too,” Scar hums, focused and entirely unaffected by the conversation. It makes Grian wonder how long he’s sat with these feelings so that he can speak without any anger or resentment. “And so did Pearl—though she always got the impression you felt uncomfortable around her.”

Grian shakes his head. “It wasn’t discomfort so much as… jealousy, maybe,” he admits, quiet. “She was weird and chaotic in the same ways you were, and sometimes it seemed like you two had this whole world of in-jokes I’d never be part of. I guess… I felt it was impossible to compete with.”

“There was nothing to compete with, Grian,” Scar insists, looking up for the first time, his eyes sharp and focused. “You were the one I was dating. Not Pearl. Not Cub.”

“Yeah,” Grian sighs, “I see that now.”

—

Friday time, TAMN time! We're on the penultimate chapter of this arc! These two :') will they ever learn...

You can read the whole fic thus-far in the link below!

You may not rest now, There Are Monsters Nearby (on ao3!)

[beyourownanchor6]

moodboard tag game

thanks for the tags loves @spotsandsocks @ronordmann @hippolotamus 🩵 (sorry if i missed anyone)

rules: post a pic of a place, animal, plant, character, season, hobby, color, gemstone, + food that reminds you of yourself/represents you

place—ocean 🌊

animal— 🐧

plant—black rose bc i don’t like plants and couldn’t think of anything else 🤣

character—stiles my most beloved. i could pick so many but i just resonate with him sm 🫶🏼

season—anything cold, but especially winter/rain

hobby—📝 📖

color—🩵🩵🩵

gemstone—i actually collect heart gemstones 🫶🏼

food—confetti pancakes 🥞 ✨

i’m sure you’ve all been tagged, but if you haven’t , now you have <3 @loserdiaz @redlightsandicedtea @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @buddierights @wikiangela @eddiebabygirldiaz @thewolvesof1998 @daffi-990 @stanningsky @wh0re-behavi0r @spaceprincessem @disasterbuckdiaz @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life @underwater-ninja-13 @watchyourbuck @steadfastsaturnsrings

[such-a-barbarian]

Weekly tag game - holiday edition 🎄

Thanks for the tags @jrooc @mybrainismelted @metalheadmickey & @lupeloto

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: Honestly, I never really had a nickname. Kell is a short form of my kinda unique name, so I've always just gone by my full name cause I like it. My dad will call me kellski every so often and I've always liked having that with him.

🗺️ Where are you located? Ottawa 🇨🇦

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? Pretty sure we are technically still in fall, but there is enough snow on the ground for it to feel like winter. ❄️

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: sooo many. I love Christmas so much. Christmas Eve drives to look at the lights, panettone raisin bread on Christmas morning, my 90 year old grandparents still taking whiskey shots before Christmas brunch - Nostrovia!

🥧 Favourite holiday food: tourtiere (french canadian meat pie) and shortbread cookies!

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? mulled wine always and forever

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? Ham! I enjoy turkey when it's done right, but ham can never be bad!

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? a cabin in the woods for sure! To be fair I'd prefer a cabin in the woods anytime of year.

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? pro-snow!!! I'm good with snow until about mid to end of February, then it can go away. There is no need for snow in March, but from December - February I am all about the stuff!

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? so so many! I have an almost 4-year-old and a 1.5-year-old, so I have made like 5 or more already this month.

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? Ski! It is my favourite winter hobby. Before kids, my husband and I would get some night skiing in multiple times a week after work. This year my oldest is finally big enough that we can take them out and hopefully force them to love it! haha

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? oh yeah! It was so fun this year with the kiddos. My oldest decorating the tree was hilarious, wrapping ribbon around the tree as if they were the first person ever to think of putting ribbon on a tree. They were so proud of themselves!

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? Home Alone! And the old school cartoon Grinch and stop-motion Rudolph - not sure if those actually count as movies since they are so short, but it's not Christmas until I watch them!

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? All I Want for Christmas! Drunken confessions on Santa's lap - need I say more!

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place? Taylor Zakhar Perez - he has that perfect cheesy Hallmark swag and he is a very pretty man! As for setting probably like a ski resort or something.

tagging @francesrose3, @juliakayyy, @lupeloto, @zutaralesbian, @bawlbrayker. @suzy-queued, @iansw0rld, @depressedstressedlemonzest, @tanktopgallavich, @transmickey & @meagaboooo if you wanna share and if not have a happy holidays! 🎁

[heymrspatel]

*stumbles in, frazzled, out of breath, sweating* hhhhhello

thank you @jrooc @mybrainismelted @deedala @mickeysgaymom @lingy910y @sleepyfacetoughguy @mmmichyyy @creepkinginc @metalheadmickey @transmickey @lupeloto and @michellemisfit for thinking of me!! 🥰

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: hmm it wasn't really a nickname more like my nephew couldn't get my name out and would call me "leeleessa" and i thought that was the cutest fucking thing!

🗺️ Where are you located? new york

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? fall but nearly winter!

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: baking while playing christmas music!

🥧 Favourite holiday food: anything peppermint

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? ooh mulled wine, please

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? neither. i come from a very hispanic family who goes for pernil every year and i'm glad!

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in: A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? CABIN IN THE WOODS!!!!!!!! i'm screaming this with my whole chest!

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? oh very pro snow! i love snow! (until it gets all ugly and slushy and there's dirty mounds of it on the street corners)

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? yes!! many times!

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? ice skating heehee

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? i sure do! i love my tree and knick knacks!

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? a charlie brown christmas! we watched it every year growing up and i can't seem to let that go lol

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? idk if i have a favorite, but i'm looooving @sam-loves-seb's 12 day's of christmas!!!

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? sebastian stan in the winter soldier specifically. i will not be taking comments at this time.

i just stumbled in here after a few days, so i'll skip the tag! but, still, i give you all a tiny juice box 🧃

[catgrassplantdad]

weekly tag wednesday 🍬

tagged by @jrooc @deedala & @energievie! 🤎

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given: grew up with my mom calling me bug, my husband started calling me bug independently of that, and i always really liked it. i'm just a lil bug.

🗺️ Where are you located? new england 🍂

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? almost winter ❄️

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: listening to this really bad playlist with my husband while we decorate the tree. 🎄

🥧 Favourite holiday food: sweet potatoes and stuffing. with gravy.

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? mulled wiiiiine 🍷

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? i don't really like any of them, but if i had to pick i'd say turkey.

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow. i don't love snow or the cold honestly, but for christmas i want to be somewhere cozy and snowy, and i love being in the woods 💚

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? i think i lean anti-snow. i find it really pretty but i don't like when there's so much i get trapped in the house. i also don't like being cold lol.

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? sure have! many!

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? no thank you! that is too much time spent in the snow.

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? yeah! we don't go crazy but we put up a tree and some cute little things around the house.

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? my cousins and i have been watching nightmare before christmas together every christmas eve since we were little, so probably that. we sing along and stuff, it's cute

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? oh no, i don't think i have one! i need recs!

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Where would it take place? love interest would be rahul kohli. the setting doesn't matter much, i'd be too distracted by trying to have sex with rahul kohli to care where i am

tagging @howlinchickhowl @rereadanon @gallawitchxx @thisdivorce @heymrspatel @darlingian @whatwouldmickeydo @such-a-barbarian @whatthebodygraspsnot @too-schoolforcool @michellemisfit @palepinkgoat @crossmydna if you guys wanna play 💜

[mybrainismelted]

🎄 Tag Game Wednesday 🎁

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire 🪵 and celebrate your pocket friends 🤶🏻

Thanks Jess @jrooc for hosting the game this week!

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given:  My Director once introduced me to a client team as "Our Developer Extraordinaire"... and that stuck for awhile

🗺️ Where are you located? Ontario, Canada

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? Winter. Stupid winter.

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: Anything that involves food, staying inside, or napping

🥧 Favourite holiday food: Stuffing. Chocolate. Baked goods... ok, all of it?

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? This is a tough one. I'm VERY picky about eggnog, although if it's good, I love it. But... hot apple cider I guess

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? Turkey! Or Ham.

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? The beach. Sun, sandals, and tequila, right?

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? Definitely anti. Snow is the worst.

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? I'm Canadian.. so yes. (keeping Jess' answer here, because, well.... same)

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? ew, no. That involves going outside in the snow.

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? Nope. Bah humbug.

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? there is no such thing as a good holiday movie. Maybe The Nightmare Before Christmas.

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? I'm enjoying Sam's 12 days of Christmas series this year

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Hmmm. Noel as the younger but famous man that comes on scene when it's least expected. Where would it take place? Are there specific places in Hallmark movies? I dunno, somewhere that we are trapped inside during a snowstorm maybe?

tagging @krystallouwho. @juliakayyy, @creepkinginc, @crossmydna, @softmick, @skylerwinchester, @spacerockwriting, @stocious, @scurvgirl, @depressedstressedlemonzest, @crestfallercanyon, @francesrose3, @bawlbrayker, @darlingian, @such-a-barbarian, @gallawitchxx, @dynamic-power, @jessieoneday, @solitarycreaturesthey, @michellemisfit, @tsuga-of-mars, @transmickey, @ian-galagher, @whaticameherefor, and @heymrspatel

[deedala]

🍬⛅ Weekly Tag Wednesday ⛅🍬

thanks @jrooc (and @mybrainismelted) for the game this week, and thanks for tagging me🥞

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given:  De-ity (not in practice though i just think its funny lmao)

🗺️ Where are you located? oooohioooo

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? fuckin winter

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: making my peppermint cookies shaped like candy canes

🥧 Favourite holiday food: ..my peppermint cookies shaped like candy canes lol

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? mulled wine!!

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? tofurky i guess? my favorite fake turkey roast is quorn brand (which isnt tofu, its fungus protein 😋)

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? i guess the cabin but im not thrilled about the in the woods part as that is somewhat spoopy

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? pro-snow as long as its enough to cancel my responsibilities lol

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? so many

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? no

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? a little bit...like bare minimum.

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? The Holiday!! hands down, THE best.

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? oh fuck this is a genre i need to look into huh....

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? https://www.tumblr.com/deedala/731125886048501760/

and now to tag in some nuggets that may want to play (or just feel warm and fuzzy 💖) @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @michellemisfit @suchagallabitch @heymacy @heymrspatel @energievie @creepkinginc @palepinkgoat @juliakayyy @mickeysgaymom @lingy910y @sam-loves-seb @metalheadmickey @mmmichyyy @gallawitchxx @gardenerian @transmickey @crossmydna @suzy-queued @rereadanon @tanktopgallavich @sleepyfacetoughguy @sickness-health-all-that-shit @callivich @shippergirl121fic @howlinchickhowl @milkmaidovich @ritualpyre

[jrooc]

🎄 Tag Game Wednesday 🎁

It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire 🪵 and celebrate your pocket friends 🤶🏻

Thanks @mybrainismelted for the questions assist - consider this your tag!

🔠 Favourite nickname you’ve ever been given:  Hulk Smash 😂

🗺️ Where are you located? Toronto

🥶⛱️ What season is it where you are now? Heading into winter

🥳 Favourite tradition this time of year: Listening to the Pogues and decorating the tree, lighting candles and all the food traditions

🥧 Favourite holiday food: Sausage stuffing and latkes

☕️ Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider? Mulled wine every day

🍗 Turkey, Ham or Nut Roast (Or Tofurkey?)? Turkey!

🏔️🏖️ Would you rather spend the December holidays in:  A cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand? Sand, Beach, Sun

❄️ Are you pro-snow or anti-snow? Anti 🚫 It's pretty if I'm inside

⛄️ Have you ever built a snowman? I'm Canadian.. so yes.

⛷️ Skiing or Snowboarding? Neither 💅🏻 Après ski. Then a blanket, a book and a fireplace thnx

🎍 Do you decorate for the holidays? Yes!

🎬 Favourite holiday movie? Happiest Season or Die Hard

📖 Favourite holiday fanfic? Two of your Earth Minutes- Xmas Edition (Something Kinda Special)

🎥 If you were to star in a Hallmark movie, who would be your love interest? Gonna say both Cam and Noel here! I can't choose so it'll be a progressive tale. Where would it take place? Stars Hollow.

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