#Don’t let the cold bite!!!❄️❄️

[fuckmyskywalker]

❄️ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟕𝐭𝐡 : 𝐖𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐩 - 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫.

— CW: 18+. Smut. Tit sucking. Mention of oral. | Word Count: 1k (not proofread!)

— a/n: Third day of the Anyafest let's go <3!

— Anyafest 2023 + Taglist!

“You are home early,” You say from the couch with a blanket draped over your lap. Lowering your holo-pad, Anakin eyes you as if saying ‘Why are you home early?’. “Bad day?”

His expression says it all. He just sits next to you with his arms crossed. Reading Anakin’s mood is not something hard, but finding out the predominant emotion can be quite tricky. He isn’t exactly used to vocalizing his emotions unless necessary. Patience has always been the answer. Anakin just stares at the wall and you can hear his breathing. 

“Do you think I’m a bad Master?”

Placing your pad on your side, you scoot closer to him. “What happened?” You place a comforting hand on his bicep, tracing the edges of his armor with a concerned look. 

“I feel like I’m not good enough to train Ashoka,” His words make you frown. That was unlike him. “I… I kind of messed it up today. I had my head wrapped around the mission that I forgot she is  still learning.”

“And?” You politely ask him to continue. He takes another deep breath before, looking at you with a mixture of guilt and remorse. 

“I yelled at her, and I felt terrible. I lost my temper… again.” Anakin sighs. “It wasn’t even her fault. She did everything I commanded and she did it flawlessly— I don’t know if I am being too demanding, or am I being too senseless—”

“Ani,” You stop his rambling. Your hand cups his cheek to bring his face closer to yours. “You are a wonderful tutor and Master. I understand stress can get a hold on you sometimes, I mean— Those types of missions aren’t easy” With a gentle smile, you kiss his cheek. “You can apologize, I’m sure Ashoka will understand. Remember that not long ago you were in her place. Stop self-doubting yourself.”

Anakin’s eyes soften and the ghost of a smile dances over his lips. He leans closer to meet your lips this time. “Thank you, sweetheart.” He whispers against your face. Pressing his forehead against yours, Anakin is relieved to once again find support in you. “What would I be without you?”

Standing up, Anakin gives you a curious look. “I know you would be lost without me, but wait a second. I think I have just the right thing to brighten up your mood.”

Fleeing to your bedroom, you fumble inside the boxes of leftover Christmas decorations looking for the big red ribbon roll. Anakin calls your name from the living room but you ignore him; instead, you remove your top, cutting a long piece of ribbon with your teeth and carefully wrapping it around your chest. Staring in the vanity mirror you twist it and maneuver it so it covers your nipples and squeezes your breasts together, before mindfully leaving a big bow in the middle. It’s a cheap plastic ribbon but at least it did the trick. The door opens and Anakin walks in, stopping in his tracks when he sees you. He calls your name with a chuckle, crossing his strong arms again. “What’s this?” His eyes twinkle with excitement as he takes slow, deliberate steps around you, almost circling you like a predator. Those same eyes eat you up and down. “Is this supposed to be my gift?”

“Call it an early Christmas” You shrug, extending your arms open for him to come near. He takes the message immediately and within seconds his hands are caressing your sides. His thumb traces small circles over your belly button, the cold leather making you shiver. “So, are you going to unwrap your present?”

“Maybe. I kind of want to look at it a little more.” 

He sits on the bed, bringing you to his lap and biting his lip as his eyes fixate on you. His lips kiss your collarbone, each little smooch getting him closer to your chest. With his teeth, Anakin pulls one of the bow ribbons, untying it as he pulls away. Your hands run through his short hair, twirling your index finger in the curl that always lays on his forehead. The bow finally loses and the ribbon falls around you, sliding around your hips before landing on the carpeted floor. 

Anakin gasps, giggling under his breath as your tits brush against his warm face. “Is this my present?” It doesn’t matter how many times he sees your chest, or your entire body for that matter— he always acts as if it was the first time. Amazed and excited. “Didn’t know I could eat it…” 

His tongue licks your left nipple, flicking it and sucking it. If there’s something he could do for hours is suck your tits, and he had mentioned it many, many times. He switches sides, biting and teasing until both nipples are erect and slightly swollen. 

“Yummy.” He laughs, rubbing his face in the middle and inhaling your scent, closing his eyes and shaking his head from side to side. How can a man be so fascinated by a pair of tits? You have no idea. Anakin returns his mouth to your nipples, greedily sucking again as his hands grope and fondle your ass, slapping it playfully and sliding them inside your pajama bottoms to feel the soft, supple flesh. Your hips begin to grind against him, seeking the smallest hint of relief. Anakin grunts against your chest, enjoying this little treat. 

“Did you like your present?” You ask breathlessly and he nods. 

He releases your nipple with a soft pop, licking his lips sensually. “There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you—” He kisses your nipples, loving the way you jolt. “Or for your tits, now that we are on it. But I have another idea to make my day even better.”

He lifts you, always showing off his strength only to put you down on the bed. He settled comfortably in between your spread legs. “And what’s your idea, General Skywalker?”

“I already unwrapped a gift, but what if you wrap your thigh around my head as I eat your pussy?”

— ❄️ Taglist! : @darthgloris | @offthethirlwall | @pockcock | @shellxrls | @anisdoll | @wifeofasith | @anakinsgirlfriendreal | @urmomsfav0 | @anisgurll | @mortalheartache | @arzua10 | @tammy-baker | @haydensgirlaela | @bimbo-baggins86 | @jadeeeeqq

[intheticklecloset]

Hi hi!! Can I order a peppermint mocha with sokoku and a shot of cuddling under the blanket on a cold winter's day turned tickly? I hope you're doing well and you're having an amazing day/night <33

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“I love that you’re being so clingy today, chibi~”

“Shut up. I’m freezing my ass off,” Chuuya snapped back, snuggling in closer to his partner despite himself. “And you’re warm. That’s it.”

“Aww, really? Here I thought you loved me.” Dazai let out a forlorn sigh even as he wrapped his arms around the redhead and pulled him in closer.

The two of them were snuggling under a large blanket on the couch, Chuuya sitting in Dazai’s lap and wrapped around him like a koala. Despite being the one to have the blanket actually on him, he was still shivering. The recent cold snap outside had caused some power outages in the city, and lucky them, their place was in one of the sections that lost power. Chuuya usually didn’t mind inclement weather, but right now it was hitting him hard, making him less combative than normal.

Hence his sitting in Dazai’s lap right now. And snuggling against his chest. And soaking in his warmth as much as he could.

Dazai couldn’t say that he minded.

“You look adorable, all pouty like that,” the brunette teased gently, kissing his cheek. “You know, there are some other ways we could keep warm, if you’re interested~”

Chuuya blushed, but covered it up by keeping his head firmly tucked under Dazai’s chin and growling, “I don’t want to move.”

“We don’t have to,” Dazai purred into his ear.

The redhead let out an annoyed huff, then grabbed onto the detective’s sides underneath their blankety cocoon and squeezed.

Dazai yelped, but to his credit, he never let go of Chuuya, even as the smaller man began scribbling and scratching at his sides and torso, making him giggle helplessly in his trapped position. “Chuhuhuhuhuuya…”

“I don’t know what ideas you were having when you said we could keep warm in other ways,” the mafioso teased, knowing full well what Dazai had meant, “but this is where my mind went.”

“Chihihihihihibi wahahahahants to plahahahahay, does he?” Dazai snickered, holding him closer and burying his face in his long red hair. “Fihihihihihihine by mehehehehehe.”

Chuuya tsked. “You would like this, you moron.” But his words had no bite to them, and it really was making it even warmer under the blanket.

By the time the power came back on, neither of them felt like they needed a heater anymore.

[satoruzlove]

Hi hi!! I'm the anon who requested the Kiyoomi buying something for you when he wasn't supposed to. I absolutely loved it, it's so cute!! And thank you for saying that! I'm actually honored to be the first ask hehe

If it's possible, could I request for a cheeky gremlin Omi who had a long dah just swoops in and holds something hostage and won't give it back until you kiss him but he won't say it out loud?

Could I also be ❄ anon?

Again, stay safe and take care of yourself! Give yourself a bit of a break every now and then, okay?

hello again sweetheart!! i’m very glad you liked the req, and of course !! i’m glad to have such a sweet first anon

and ofc, i personally love cheeky omi, he’s just too much. i hope you enjoy my dear ❄️ anon , and please do be kind to yourself as well <333

PHONES AT THE DINNER TABLE.

[ K. SAKUSA.]

it was muggy as kiyoomi drove home. the hard drizzle of rain pattered against the car window and the cold air bit at his pale skin- even with the windows up. this atmosphere was not good to his already dampened spirit seeing as practice didn’t go well today. he kept hitting the ball into the net and his syncing was way off. it really put him into a bad mood, and now with the weather, he swore you could see a grey storm cloud following him everywhere overhead.

he pulled into the driveway of your shared home and sluggishly pulled his duffle bag from the passenger seat. it took him three minutes to unlock the door, because it kept slipping out of the key hole. this adding to his annoyance. he felt his temper bubble in his chest and bleed into his throat, threatening to spill until he saw you.

you were setting out all his favorite food onto the dinner table, hair a mess and so absorbed in your task that you hadn’t noticed kiyoomi come in. he quietly toed his shoes off, making his way to you. a devious thought popped into his head.

you took your phone out your pocket to take a picture of the pretty lay out of food you made for your lover, when it’s snatched up from behind you. you yelp, twisting to find your 6’4 boyfriend sporting a boyish grin.you smile at his breathlessly , still a bit surprised from his appearance but hug him anyway. your lover’s arms wind around your waist, and you feel every bit of tension melt off his strong shoulders. giving his back a few rubs and the base of his neck a few squeezes, he sighs happily. he truly did miss you.

he pulls back and peers down at you. you smile up at him, “ how was your day, kiyo? sit down, you must be hungry,” you say, ushering him towards a seat. he does so, moving his hair from his face. you pat your pockets, then laying your eyes on him and letting out a breathy laugh. “ baby, my phone,” you tell him. he laughs slightly. giving him a bored look, you move to take it from him, but he simply stands and you’re all of a sudden no match for him. he’s enormous. you huff, “ kiyo, give me my phone,” you instruct.

he laughs. “ what will you do if i don’t , huh? bite my ankles?” and at that, you scoff. you make another reach for your device, thwarted by his long arms. “you’re so mean, kiyo, i literally made you food and this is how you repay me? little biTCH-“ he doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence. he swiftly tucks the phone into his pocket and picks you up- your thighs caging his waist as he holds them to support you. instinctively, your arms find a place around his neck. “‘m not mean, baby, im just teasing,” he mumbled , kissing your face, “had a long day, and you’re cute when you’re upset,” he giggles to you. this brings a smile to your face, cheeks nearly crushing your eyes when you give him a big, wet kiss. he feigns disgust but does little to wipe his mouth or tell you to stop. “ maybe if you had just told me how your day was, instead of stealing my phone, you would’ve felt better by now,” you deadpan playfully. he pouts at you , tilting his head, “ hmm, maybe you’re right but,” he gets real close, “ i wouldn’t be holding you then, would i?” he whispers. you’re flustered momentarily.

it’s silent between you two for a second. the close proximity urges you to kiss him- so you do. cupping his pale cheeks and nose bumping his, he feels his heart swell at the tenderness you handle him with. his lips move languidly against yours, effortlessly, as if that’s what they were made for. to kiss you. just for you. only you. he puts you down when you break away, handing you your phone.

“let’s eat,” he says, sitting again. he sees your raised brow and hand-on-hip pose, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “ and i’ll tell you about my day, you big baby.”

[firein-thesky]

Hello! If you’re still doing the season vignettes, what about Hawks and Winter? ❄️

hello hello!! a lil late but better than never!! 💕

hawks + winter

the first snowfall of the year comes out of the blue; surprises you and the rest of the world. you’re ill-prepared and chattering your teeth with the cold.

the wind whips past you, sharp and biting, cutting into your exposed skin.

“i told you, you should’ve worn a heavier coat. or winterized your hero costume.” hawks muses beside you but as the wind ruffles his feathers, he doesn’t look particularly warm, either.

the night of patrolling with him as your partner is still young, too.

you shoot him a halfhearted glare. “i didn’t think it’d be this bad.”

“it is pretty bad,” he agrees, blinking up into the swirling sky, “flying will be bad, too.”

“for once, i don’t envy you.” you say through clenched teeth.

he glances sideways at you, lopsided smile curving at his lips, “we could always cozy up instead.”

in an instant, you’ve mangled snow into your hand and lobbed it at him.

he yelps in surprise.

“we have work to do, bird-brain.”

he sighs, breath unfurling into the night sky, “i know—i know, you won’t let us do that until after—“

“hawks!” you shriek, shoving at him.

but his laugh carries up and out, into the falling snow and on the wind, and brings a little warmth in return.

send me a character + season and i’ll write a vignette!

[darthmarrsgf]

💢🌌🎭🎵📎💧❄️🌪💚 (anger, milky way, masks, music note, paper clip, droplet, snowflake, tornado, green heart). Okay friend, this is for any OC(s!!) your heart desires! I know went nuts with the choices so feel free to pick your favorites 💖😬

omg omg ok ty so much for the ask and sorry it took me a second to think through everything bc i loveeee to ramble!! i picked my faves for my inquisitor/darth imperius, unayah (who btw is really slaying kotfe with the color crystal you gave me! thank you again!!):

• 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Not so much inspiration I guess, but part of why I gravitate toward the Inquisitor storyline so much is because I really like characters who’ve been betrayed or taken advantage of people they thought they could trust (esp people who were in a position of authority over them), and how they grow and assert their independence from that. So pretty much from the beginning, I knew that because of her background, Naya would be pretty skeptical and independent. I have a really hard time picking the mean options in video games lol so I also kind of knew all along she would end up mostly light side but I think that’s consistent with her character—she’s always been more motivated by freedom than power. The power is nice if it’s on offer but she’s not going to lose herself to attain it.

• 🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Definitely. It’s a survival mechanism, and one she takes pretty seriously, as she knows that any perceived weakness is dangerous when dealing with other Sith. I think she definitely shields the kind of impression she gives in the Force to hide her use/acceptance of the light side and doesn’t drop that for anyone (except Ashara, to gain her trust, and Lana, because she trusts her) until well after she’s escaped the Empire and established a life as a member of the Alliance. In terms of general demeanor, she definitely lets her cold and snarky side rule when she’s dealing with other Sith. Andronikos sees the softest and most thoughtful sides of her, though he quickly realizes the snark is 24/7 and not an act, which is one of the things that initially drew him to her.

• 🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

I didn’t expect to have such a hard time with this one!!! I’m not sure what kind of music she would be into, but I think the #1 song I associate with her is La Paura del Buio by Måneskin, especially the chorus (I don’t speak Italian and it also obvi sounds better not translated but you get the gist):

And so take me, bite me, strip me of everything I still won't be afraid of the dark When I'll be on the ground, shattered I still won't be afraid of the dark And so spit on me, tear my clothes off of me I still won't be afraid of the dark And so buy me, sell me, do everything to me You're the only one afraid of the dark Not us, not us, not me, me

• 📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

She was very close to Darth Marr and was gutted by the death of someone she saw as a parental figure. She definitely felt his death in the Force when it happened. (Ok maybe I should’ve put this under angst headcanon lol)

• 💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Omg ok I hate myself for this but I think about it a lot… Naya isn’t my canon Outlander but I did have an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone for a while so I wrote a little bit about it—she’d had a baby a few months before Arcann iced her so the reunion with Andronikos and her daughter would have been really fraught and emotional in that alternate, angsty universe.

• ❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

People who don’t know her on a personal level definitely consider her cold, but not thoughtless—she’s always scrutinizing different angles to a problem to find an advantage. Those close to her know that the coldness is mostly a front, and if she does carry it into their interactions, it’s because she’s trying to cover for something that’s actually troubling her.

• 🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

Ooh this is so interesting. I can’t think of anything off the top of my head but I did actually stop playing through her class story for a bit to make a sorc (before the combat style changes lol) and I thought that new character was going to be Thee Inquisitor but once I switched back to finish things up with Naya, I ended up really getting attached to her!

[little-diable]

Merry Christmas - Klaus Mikaelson (smut)

❄️It’s officially Christmas time on my Tumblr. ❄️

Requested by my love @shrekaliciouz Hope this is what you had in mind for your Christmas Drabble. The prompt is written in bold. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, shower sex, slight breeding kink

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader

He was waiting for her to return, legs stretched out, hand clamped down on his glass of bourbon. Silence engulfed him, forced him to swim in his thoughts, not used to being away from her, not used to taking a breath as snow began to cover the ground.

“Klaus?” (Y/n) called his name, shaking the snow off her shoulders, stepping out of her coat and boots. The cold nibbled on her limbs, desperate for a hot shower, to find comfort in the heat - preferably with Klaus near. He met her in the living room, pulling her into his chest with his lips pressed against her forehead, “Don’t ever leave me for this long again.”

“I was gone for two hours, Klaus. Don’t be dramatic,” (y/n) shifted her weight onto her toes, kissing him with her cold lips meeting his warm ones, “Come on, I need a hot shower.”

With their fingers interlaced they walked into their bathroom, sharing kisses every now and then - between undressing one another. The hot water cascaded down their bodies, pulling them tighter together, holding one another close. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered shut, basking in his body heat, moaning “I missed you too” as his hands cupped her behind. She felt him growing against her thigh, desperate to feel her walls wrapped around his cock.

Her hands grasped him, carefully pumping him as her lips ghosted over his, “Merry Christmas, I didn't have time to get you a present, so you will have to accept me as your gift.” The sound of Klaus chuckles got drowned out by her lips clashing against his, swallowing his sounds, the moans that rumbled through him. (Y/n)’s hand began to pick up its pace, pumping him faster, taking care of him.

Klaus tugged her against the cold showertiles, hand gripping her thigh to lift it off the ground. Carefully he pushed her hand away from his cock, grasping his length to bring it closer to her dripping cunt. Moments from this morning kept on replaying in their minds, how she had moaned his name against her pillow, biting into the fabric as he fucked her from behind, celebrating this years Christmas morning.

Water splashed off their bodies, letting the drops stroke along their limbs, their muscles, pulling them tighter together. Klaus let his head drop down to her chest, kissing her skin, showing her nipples some love - while he kept on teasing her entrance with his cock, “You look divine, love. I should paint you, naked and wet for me.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes at his praises, pulling on his roots, moving her lips against his. She was growing impatient, hoping that he would cut his teasing short, needing to feel her tightness contracting around his cock. Without another warning, Klaus pushed into her, leaving his cock swimming in her tightness, getting lost in the feeling, “That’s it, darling. Breathe for me.”

Even in moments like these, Klaus always found the right, soothing words to care for her. He cupped her cheek, eyes boring into her soul as he began to pull out of her, only to thrust into her more ferociously. (Y/n) had to bite down on her lip, silencing her moans, mind focused on the feeling of his cock pushing further into her tightness, “You feel so good, Klaus. Fuck.”

A grin pulled on his lips, heart swelling in his chest. Her fingernails left shapes on his shoulders, clawed into his skin to keep herself grounded. She began to tighten around him, hoping that he’d stay buried inside of her forever, till the world would fall. Klaus seemed to battle the same thoughts, mesmerized by her, the way her body reacted to his touch, how her skin felt beneath his fingertips. She was his everything.

“‘Want you to cum inside of me,” (y/n) babbled, head thrown back against the tiles, giving Klaus enough space to kiss down her throat, sucking on the thin skin as he kept on fucking her. The sound of his hips snapping against hers filled the bathroom, soon enough they would give into the calling, the coil inside of her would snap as he’d fill her. Her legs trembled, struggling to support her, having to rely on Klaus to catch her before she could lose her balance.

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum,” it was a promise he intended to keep. (Y/n) was the first one to let go, calling out his name as electricity buzzed through her folds, making her walls flutter around his cock. Klaus clung to the feeling, chasing his own high with his lip pulled between his teeth. His cum painted her walls white, clinging to her skin as he kept on fucking her, thrusts no longer ferocious and rough, though slow and sweet.

She felt his release leaking from her, running down her legs, watching it disappear down the drain with a tired smile on her lips. Both stayed in the shower with their limbs tangled and her heart racing, basking in the silence.

[redheadspark]

Don’t Cry No Tears ❄️

Shang Chi x Ex Black Widow Reader

Summary: Shangqi shows his girlfriend, an ex-Black Widow, the true wonders of the first snowfall of the Season.

A/N: I just CAN’T let go of this Shang Chi and Ex Black Widow pairing!  I might make it a series, who knows!  

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Seasons weren’t that big of a deal to you.  You were accustomed to blend into them when you were a Widow in the past, having to adapt to any weather to situation.

Yet now you didn’t have to, it was like you were seeing it through a new set of eyes.

Summer time was terrible: too hot for you to just sit and try to cool down. And you burned like a lobster.

Springtime was a nightmare on your allergies, sniffling all the time and feeling heavy in the head.

Fall was weird: Some days it was hot and some days it was cold.  The orange and yellow leaves weren't so bad though.

Winter was a different beast.  

Something about the cold made you remember your old life as a Widow. You had no idea if it was the bite of the cold on your skin, or just being in the vast wasteland of white that made you think of your old ways.  

Now once again it was Winter at ten Avengers Compound, you were waking up early one morning to the soothing touches and kisses across your nose and cheeks.  Although you were in a deep sleep, you knew those touches and kisses instantly.  You reminded yourself every morning when you woke up: Your were safe, you were free, and you were with him.

Shangqi, the light in your ever darkness.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” he hummed against your forehead with his lips. You grumbled.

“What is it?” You groaned, wanting to sleep in some more.  Yet Shangqi tutted and pulled the covers down adn away from you.  You glared at him, seeing his handsome and yet playful gaze at you.

“It’s snowing outside!” He sounded like a child on Christmas.  It was cute, although too early for you to indulge in.

“You can go jump in yourself,” You said in a grumble, yet you were getting a bit pliant as he wrapped his arms around you to gently pull you up from your spot in the bed.  You sighed, becoming too easy to give in with him.  You had to wonder when you got soft and a pushover. 

Yet when you looked in the eyes on your boyfriend, the man who took your darkness and brought it to light, you knew why.

Shangqi merely grinned at him, that smile would make any icy heart melt.

“It’s better to enjoy it now before it turns to ice and gets uncomfortable.” He reminded you gently as he pushed your hair out of your eyes with his fingers, “And I don't wanna go out there all alone and enjoy it by myself.  I’d rather be with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend,”

“What a dilemma for you,” You joked with him with small sarcasm, yet your smile was growing on your face as he was peering into your eyes and still holding you close.  You finally sighed, Shangqi chuckling as he saw he won the battle.

“Fine,” you complied, “But I’m coming inside when I start to freeze and turn into a popsicle,” 

“Deal,” he hummed in victory. 

You both threw on your winter clothes, you learned how to work with layers when you used to be a Widow in the past and you had to move fast.  Although you had no mission now, you still used layers and nothing too heavy.

Shangqi was all too excited to go out, waiting patiently for you as your braided your hair back and threw on your gloves.  You never felt rushed with Shangqi, it was the many things that you loved about him.

Once you two were finally ready to take on the snow, Shangqi took your hand in his and held open the door for you to the outer courtyard of the Avengers compound.

The cold hit your skin first, having you recoil for a moment before the blinding whiteness of the scenery around you almost blinded you.  It took you a moment to adjust.

Yet once you did, it was breathtaking.

The snow covering the entire area looked so soft and peaceful, like some kind of wonderland as the light snowflakes were cascading down onto the ground.  You felt a few snowflakes touching your skin, the cooling touch against your red cheeks was sensation.  It was so quiet, quiet and serene to drink in.

It made you realize you never once, not in your memory, you recall enjoying a soft moment in the snow ever in your life.  You never had a moment to pause and drink in the serenity and the gentleness of the first snowfall.  

Something inside of you, the feeling of peace and almost safety was going over you like a snowy blanket. 

Shangqi’s hand in yours squeezed slightly, having you look over at him and seeing him peer down at you with his soft smile and loving gaze in his eyes.  You saw the snowflakes in his dark hair, on his eyelashes, and even on his cheeks as you two were looking at each other. 

“You look beautiful in the snow, sweetheart,” He hummed to you, making it sound so simple to say but it was so much for you to hear.  You grinned widely, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek before you looked down at the powder on the ground in front of your boots.

Reaching down, you took a handful and stood back up, cupping the cold substance in your hands and feeling it already starting to melt in your warm palm.  You giggled.

“It’s so soft,” You hummed, then looking at Shangqi with a mischievous raised eyebrow and grin.  Shangqi’s smile faded away, almost looking worried.

“Don’t you dare--” Before he could finish, he threw the snow at him.  He only got a bit on his face, dodging the rest as you laughed.  The laugh ran out in the courtyard, a hearty one as you felt so whole there, feet deep in the snow and with your boyfriend and lover.  Shangqi playfully glared at you.

“Oh, you’re dead!” He said, you bolting away from him as he reached down to get his ammunition.  

This went on for a few solid minutes, the two of you in a snowball fight.  Shang Chi may of had the upper hand with speed and being able to dodge the snowballs you threw, but you were skilled in aiming precisely where you wanted to hit.  

The only sounds were hard were the crunching of snow from your feet and you digging up snowballs, and your laughter echoing off the walls of the Avenger building.  

The snow was starting to chill you after a while, yet you had no heart to stop with Shang as you two were circling each other like it was a game fo cat and mouse.

Shangqi finally got the upper hand with you, tackling you to the snow ground and your shrieks were hearing in the air as you fell into the pillow of cold.  Shangqi hovered over you, a grin plastered on his face and laughter on his lips.  You were laughing too, sinking into the snow and feeling the cold sink into your jacket and your hair as you peered up at him.

For a moment, you thought of him as an angel.

Shangqi was an angel.  He saved you from being alone, being in the dark and shut away from the world. 

You paused under him, gazing at him with your rosy cheeks and your red tipped nose.  

Shangqi was always there for you since you left that old life.  He show it that it was oaky to have a shitty past but a promising future.  He expressed to you that a family can be found, not just made.

Most importantly, that even the severely broken can be mended.

Shangqi mended you, thoroughly and completely.  

You leaned up to kiss him, his cold lips against yours spread warmth into your blood stream as you both held the kiss in the snow pile you both were perched in.  Shangqi leaned into you, never one to stray from a kiss from you as you sighed against his lips and embrace. You felt one of his hands touch your neck, making you shiver from feeling the ice cold fingers.  Yet you leaned in closer, not wanting to be far away from him.

You had no idea if it was the snow that made you act like this, or that you were in a simple state of mind of peace and sanity, but your love for Shangqi was getting deeper and wider.  

“I love you,” you hummed against his lips, feeling him smile as you opened your eyes and gazed at him.  Shangqi looked back, pure love in his eyes as he was searching your orbs.

“And as much as I want to make out on the snowy ground with you,” You started, seeing Shangqi laugh and lean down to rest his forehead against your shoulder, “I am officially cold.  Let’s go inside and warm up,”

“As you wish, my Milady,” Shangqi hummed in a face British Accent, getting up and pulling you up to then have you in his arms, bridal style.  You almost squealed from the movement, sighed in a smile as your arms went around his neck.

“I can make us some hot apple cider and we can sit in front of a fire,” He hummed as he walked the pair of your towards the door, “And we can find other ways to warm each up….”

You giggled and slightly blushed, though Shangqi showed no shame in what he said

“I’m just giving you options,” he reasoned.m, “But cider and a fire first!”

“Sounds heavenly,” you replied in a grin, resting your head against his chest.  You took one last look at the snow atmosphere around you, feeling beyond content.  All it took was a few minutes in the snow to change you worldview of Winter.  

In the past, Winter was bleak and forgettable.

Now with Shangqi, you weren't going to forget anytime soon.

The End.

[saudade-mayari]

❄️anon. Sorry luna I did not clarify. I was hoping the reader an kakashii are of same age.. teammates but kakashi became a blackops much earlier than her and later when she becomes abbu she is placed on his team. Sorry it came out the wrong way. And I apologized if it is still against your rules....

Hi dear ❄️anon I am so sorry for the confusion as well😭 But no worries, I’m just cautious because I was already traumatized by some anons in the past. No harm done love💜

—but I missed writing Kakashi smut so here ya’ go sum thirst for my Kakahoes

nsfw under the cut, brat taming, anbu!kakashi, fem!reader, fingering and edging. minors dni. not beta read we die like men

a/n: PART II can be found here

“Everyone leave.” He commanded, dropping his sword and ANBU mask on the floor. Everyone made their way to the door, but when you were about to leave the premises a cold voice echoed in the area.

“You. Stay.”  He said. Plain and stoic, a direct command. You sighed. Trying your best to stay composed and calm. Kakashi slowly took off his gray vest, revealing his tank top and broad shoulders.

“What was that? Are you really an ANBU? Or you’re just stupid?” He finally said. Words sting like hell but you did it all out of adrenaline.

“It wasn’t intentional, Captain. I-“

“It was against my rule.”

“I know I can save him!” You said. Biting your trembling lip while the ANBU captain stared at you.

“Yeah you can but on what accord? Me rushing to you maskless? I said to wait and we’ll save the other, but you are impatient! You know how important it is to hide our identity behind the mask!” He retorted back which taken you aback. 

“Yeah right. Then later you are going to refer us as inconsequential. Yeah, save my ass.” You muttered which made the silver-haired ANBU slam your back at the locker area.

You are new to his team and the rumors about him being cold blooded Kakashi are not even true. You just proved that now, but you didn’t even knew why you let go of those words.

“What was that?” He said. Voice low and angry, almost a groan if you could say so. “Nothing.” You answered but Kakashi’s hands made its through your thighs which deliberately caught you off guard while his other hand cupped your chin, forcing you to stare back at his dark orbs.

His touch hurts like motherfucker but it’s all fuzzy now, his touch is overwhelming. Unfamiliar heat slowly building up in your body.

“Brats like you needs to be tamed.” He said. Slowly reaching the buttons of your gray vest to take it off.

“And the first thing you do is look at me in the eyes when I’m talking.” 

Kakashi immediately pulled you roughly at the bench, sliding down your leggings and underwear. His hands going slowly to your core, it was painfully slow but the feeling of ecstasy is all too much. The way his long fingers go inside and out and the way Kakashi had stared at you is filled with nothing but lust.

He pulled himself closer to you, making you a moaning mess as his thrust go faster. He kissed a trail down to your earlobe, softly biting it through his mask.

“Fuck Kakashi I-“

“You what? Brats like you don’t have the right to call my name.” He commanded, making his pace harder and rougher which made you arch your back. Your folds constricting and you feel your sex dripping wet just by his fingers.

“I said look at me, you little brat.” 

“Captain… I- coming..” You muttered with difficulty. Kakashi gave out a smirk from his mask, suddenly pulled out his fingers from inside when you are just close to releasing your juices.

To your surprise, he pulled down his mask. His fingers slid to his mouth, giving himself a taste of your juice.

He is edging you. Making you insane. Even the sight of his bulge from his cramped trouser was alluring, much more to Kakashi licking your sex slick and clean. Like you were his meal.

The dim lights making it hard to see his entire face but you knew how smug the silver-haired ANBU is right now. You’re becoming desperate of him and you hate it.

“You want me to fuck you like a little brat you are? Make you mine and make you beg for my cock?” He said, biting your earlobe again but not as gentle as before.

“C-captain.. please.” He then planted harsh kisses around your neck, leaving strains of red marks around the sensual parts of your body.

“I made it clear aren’t I? Act like a brat and you’ll be punished.” 

[steponmepinkjun]

Snowball fight with the main6 (Or main3 pwp) Please! Thanks 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Okay honestleeeee this is adorable!

The main six having a snowball fight with MC ❄️

WARNINGS: NONE

Asra ~

ASRA FUCKING CHEATS

I’m sorry but he fucking cheats my dude

Opening portals and shit to go from right in front of you to directly behind you

Uses his water magic to melt snowballs mid-air

Also blocks your snowballs with magic shields 

Periodically calls a truce so he can use his magic to warm up your hands (he really just wants to hold your hand)

Only gets hit if he’s momentarily distracted by how cute your face looks all flushed from the cold

Always aims for your butt, and then insists on helping you wipe the snow off *knifecat face*

Julian ~

Safety first, so only soft snowballs and never aims for the head

Tries to create Rules but no one listens

The flustered Mother Hen that keeps trying to shout over the chaos and enact some order

Takes several snowballs to the face and when he wipes the snow away, he’s making that completely exasperated, You People Give Me Headaches face

Slips, trips, falls into a snowbank, all more than once

Repeatedly gets a snowball to the nape of his Long Ass Necc just as he’s rearing back to fire one off, and yelps like a little girl

Is so boney and skinny that he can’t actually snowball fight for too long, his fingers and toes start to go purple

Afterward insists on providing everyone with hot mugs of cocoa through chattering teeth

Will tell everyone at the Raven that he won when he most definitely did not

Nadia ~

Master coordinator. Team matches only. Obviously team captain. 

Has a detailed Snowball Assault Mission Strategy that involves blueprints of the palace grounds with vantage points, high grounds, shelter, and neutral ground mapped and marked

Everyone is WAY too scared to actually try to hit the Countess with a freezing ball of mush, except for Portia

Nadia HATES that everyone is letting her win and threatens to find a magician powerful enough to indefinitely eliminate snow from Vesuvia’s weather forecast if they don’t give her all they’ve got

Nadia’s snowballs are compact and her hits precise, and she’s not above building a snow shelter and waiting for the enemy team to tire out

Before she finally unleashes a device of her own invention, a clever snowball-hurling little handheld catapult 

Isn’t ashamed to hit you right in the face. If you let your guard down with the Countess and get got, that’s on you

Muriel ~

That’s gonna be a no from Muri.

This is like…. Not his scene. Call him if you want to build a snowpal.

If it’s just you, him, and Inanna out in front of the hut though… watching Nanna joyously leap into the air to bite snowballs will make him chuckle to himself.

Maybe, just maaaaaaybe after that you might get him to toss a snowball or two. 

Every snowball you hit him with seems to slide off him with no effect. He’ll give you that, “Really? Really?” kind of look

He might kind of… half heartedly toss a soft handful of snow in your general direction, but if anything he’s aiming for the snowdrift ten feet to your left 

Way more excited about the aftermath of helping you warm up in the hut afterwards

Portia ~ 

The Melee Kill queen of snowball fights

She’s not holding back, and she’s not tiring out. If you’re in a team match, she’s the first one you should pick and the one you should be the most afraid of

Her short stature makes for excellent stealth mode, she’ll be underfoot and filling your boots with slush before you know what hit you

Snow down the back of your shirt? Signature Portia Move

Every hit she takes makes her twice as determined to hit back with twice as much force

Keeps a running tally in her head of who’s landing hits on her, but always targets Julian above all others

When you all tire out and finally head inside, she’s the drill sergeant ordering everyone out of their wet clothes, into their pajamas, and seated in front of the fire for a hot meal, pronto

Lucio ~

Takes it way. Way. Way too seriously.

Suffers numerous penalties for making his snowballs too hard, or trying to hide small rocks in them.

Talks a big game of strategic offensive approach, enemy lines, “Back in my merc days…”

But the second he takes a single snowball to his pristine ermine cape, he’s the biggest, winiest baby on the field

Stomps and grumbles his way back towards the palace with his servants in tow, yelling about getting his cape to the furrier for cleaning immediately

Proceeds to grumble from the palace windows overlooking the snowball fight with a glass of wine in hand, muttering to himself about how “unfair” the match was and “he didn’t wanna play anyways.”

Probably holds a grudge over it for like, months

[narrie]

seasonal greetings to everyone! two fic recs in two months *harry voice* would u believe it? anyway, this is exactly what it says on the box: some christmas (or winter) narry fics for ur consumption. sorted by word count as always. 

happy reading & happy holidays! ❄️️

i’m not trying to stop you love - au (27k)

Niall and Harry are the only ones left on campus over the Christmas holidays, and even though they've never really hung out before, they manage to spend most of the week holed up in Harry's room, together.

this one’s not pretend - canon (22k)

They look at each other, and Harry glances at his watch, letting out a chuckle as he says, “12:14.”

“Well,” Niall laughs, has to, and Harry joins him. “Fuck me. Happy Christmas, Mick.”

“Merry Christmas, Keith,” Harry says to him easily, pretentious California arse that he is using ‘Merry’ instead of ‘Happy’, and they eat the desserts in small bites between mindless chatter, fighting over the sorbet with fork tussles and it feels like home, even if he’s seven hours away.

i’ll go by you - canon (20k) 

Pre-hiatus, 2015. Harry can feel it. Soon there won't be any more Harry and Niall, not like that. Especially not with Selena in the picture. Niall thinks Harry might change his mind. Harry knows he bloody well won't. Somehow he ends up inviting Niall over for Christmas anyway.

and days gone by - au (20k)

Niall catches himself glancing at Harry in the backseat. The tops of buildings are lined with Christmas lights like the iced piping on a gingerbread house, and the crisp sharp light of a winter night makes Harry’s skin look warm and soft.

we could be enough - canon (13k)

One Direction reconvenes after two years at Niall's cabin in Connemara for Christmas. Niall and Harry haven't spoken during the break, but they relearn each other and fall into something they never expected.

where the love light gleams - au (10k)

Niall and Harry are broke uni students who couldn't afford to go home for Christmas and end up spending it together in Harry's flat.

lips as red as mistletoe - au (9k)

It's near Christmas time at Hogwarts and these damn magical mistletoes seem to chase Harry wherever he goes, and it's a riddle of its own as to why Niall is close by every time one of those stupid plants seem to bloom out of nowhere.

just us, you find out - au (9k)

Harry and Niall were trapped in a cozy cabin because of the blizzard, just the two of them.

don’t make me fall in love again - canon (8k)

If he closes his eyes, forgets the cold, they could be 18 and wrestling on the floor of the tour bus, or 22, fumbling about on a hotel bed and laughing their way through sex. 25, now, sinking into the snow.

poisoned with love - au (8k)

Hogwarts AU in which the boys organise a Secret Santa and Niall is planning on buying Harry the best damn tarts he's ever eaten. It's definitely not his fault that they end up being laced with a love potion.

a love that is homeless - au (7k)

“I didn’t do it on purpose! I told you it was a disaster. I kept ending up with everyone except you. It was awful.” Or the one where Harry really wants to kiss Niall, but his plan never quite works out.

home with you - canon (7k)

↳ okay LISTEN i could’ve sworn this was a christmas fic, turns out it’s a thanksgiving one.....i love it too much to leave it out tho so enjoy 

“Are you lonely?”

It’s always been like this, the way Harry can ask a question that Niall doesn’t want to answer—a question that would normally cause him to shut down immediately—like it’s nothing. And the way Niall will always feel compelled to answer when Harry asks, even if the question would make him run for the hills coming from anyone else. So when Harry asks if he’s lonely, Niall answers. Even though the question would make his stomach churn coming from anyone else.

must have been the mistletoe - au (7k)

“Hey, Harry,” Niall says, voice low and conspiratorial. “Look up.” “What?” Harry whispers back, because there's a lot to look at up there, blinking lights and boughs of garland and... “is that mistletoe?” “'Fraid so,” Niall confirms. His lips twitch like he's fighting a smile, but he keeps a straight face as he taps his finger against his mouth. “It's bad luck not to kiss someone underneath mistletoe.”

slow and steady (your hand fits in mine) - no clue tbh (6k)

Niall slips the case shut, running his fingers along the top until they reach the handle. “Would you come with me?”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “Right now, or in general?”

Niall decides to humor him. “In general.”

“Always.”

you are the only thing on my christmas list - au (6k)

Niall’s face splits in two in a wide teasing grin and Harry tries to yank his hand away, spitting, “Unbelievable,” but Niall just laughs, throwing his head back before he folds himself on the table top and traps Harry’s hand under his arms. It’s not the worst fate imaginable. Or the one where Niall is the only thing Harry really wants for Christmas.

can’t love me like you - canon (6k)

Harry and Niall find each other.

as long as you love me so, let it snow - canon (6k)

Harry's planned the perfect trip for the Christmas holidays, though, despite all the planning, everything goes wrong. Mostly.

gingerbread hearts and empty stockings - au (4k)

Harry's a little bit lonely and Niall's a little bit of a guardian angel. They're brought together by the magic of Christmas. Or perhaps it's simply fate.

it's so hard to get old without a cause - au (4k)

Niall’s just waking up. Harry would’ve loved for it to be one of those moments in films; where the sun would shine in through the gaps in the blinds, creating patterns on Niall’s pale skin. It’s not that kind of moment, though. For one, there’s no sun. Being in the middle of the winter, its not going to be up yet for another hour or so. So, the room’s pretty dark. But Harry can feel his body move under their thick duvet, his thin legs stretching and cold toes brushing Harry’s ankle. Niall groans and lets out a deep sigh. It's Christmas Day.

sweater weather - au (2k)

Holy shit. There’s an actual Gucci model wearing one of his grandma’s sweaters right now.

[heartboudoir]

Shoto takes a bite of his own food, eyes never leaving your figure, Nah. Just don’ want you to get your feelings hurt. They both chuckle, trying not to choke on their food as they continue to tease each other.

Why don’t we let her decide? Natsuo suggests, moving to the bed and sitting on the end, fingers just hovering over your thigh.

Shoto joins him, letting his cool fingers actually trail up your leg to your waist, rubbing gently as he leans over your ear to softly wake you, Hey, babe, Nats’ here… we have breakfast…

-❄️🔥

The cold of shotos fingers makes me shiver as I wake up, eyes blinking at the light as I look between the two men that stare down at me. But instead of feeling intimidated, I feel somewhat safe and I smile

“You didn’t need to do that Natsuo, thank you…” I mutter, rubbing the sleep from eyes as I sit up and lean across to kiss shoto gently. Natsuo watches the whole time, how our lips connect and there’s a small string of spit that connects us when we pull apart.

I blush and slide off the bed, standing next to the bed with a tilt in my head when neither of them move to get food. “What’s… you guys are planning something”