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holy-puckslibrary · 2 months

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━ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x f!reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; trevor x jamie x mason wc — 2.2k synopsis — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving?

note — happy valentine's day, my lovelies!! as my gift to you, i've decided to release whatever the hell this is from the archive <3 i randomly dropped this on patreon post-ficmas '24 because, per usual, i was possessed by the ghost of perpetual horniness! we know it'll happen again, so just know i am totally down to write a follow-up if there's any interest teehee! oh, and to the anons who requested some jd + tz content after the trade (rip), i hope this satisfies the craving!! (and you don't mind masey being thrown in the mix)

and with that... i’ll see myself out 🚶‍♀️

specific content warnings under the cut.

cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! + trevor calling himself daddy (once) while being condescending to all parties lolz

“—stop getting in my way.”

"or what?"

silence.

then, an exasperated groan.

“i wouldn’t need to be in the way if you were doing it right.”

the long, drawn-out sigh you hear sounds far away, like an echo from somewhere out in the distance, but you know it's coming from behind you—directly behind you.

your boyfriend abandons the soft curves of your chest, which you vehemently protest with a petulant mewl, to massage the tension building between his eyes; if he’d known this would turn into such a headache, he never would’ve suggested this.

“clock’s running, boys. if you wanna waste your very limited time between my girl’s pretty legs bickering with each other, be my guest.”

jamie and mason exchange a glare, united in their distaste for their friend’s tone and attitude in spite of their sudden animosity toward one another.

a pretty girl could do that to a friend group.

only, you haven’t come between the trio in the way one might assume. you might’ve been the catalyst in jamie and mason’s current strife, sure, but that's where your meddling begins and ends. no, you’ve come between them in more of a physical sense, at the behest of your boyfriend and their best friend.

trevor zegras veered toward possessive—territorial, even—most days, but, tonight, he’s feeling strangely generous. it is the season of giving, after all. however, his kindness hardly felt like a gift anymore. the gesture lost its luster soon after the silky ribbon was untied and discarded... and the bitching began. charity work would be a more apt descriptor, in his humble opinion.

he’s expecting an edible arrangement from the ladies of orange county in the near future.

but if anyone deserves some compensation, it's most definitely you, and trevor has just the shiny something in mind. what was originally intended to be the crown jewel of your holiday gifts will now function as a “thank you letting my friends use you as a practice dummy” token of appreciation.

“guess we also need to teach you to share,” you huff, exhausted from the accidental edging and frustrated by trevor's shifted attention.

the worst part is that you don’t think they’re perceptive enough (or have enough experience with a woman’s body, even) to see the agony, the by-product of their inadvertent torture, smeared plainly across your dazed and dewy face. your boyfriend's best friends have unintentionally dragged you to the brink of insanity, and you're reluctantly hanging on by a fragile thread.

said boyfriend's lips caress your temple. “can’t say i blame them. with you freshly unwrapped—just out of the box—and all... i wouldn't know how to share you, either.”

eager is a nice way of putting the boys' behavior thus far, but selfish is a more befitting adjective for their uncoordinated fervor.

two interesting things to note since you were spread wide—presented—to your boyfriend’s closest friends and collegues. the first being that while jamie is enthralled by the way you clench around his lithe fingers, mason favors his mouth; and second, trevor’s harder than a rock from showering his friends with the same domineering aura usually reserved for you in the privacy of your shared bedroom.

(or, the backseat of his car. the abandoned lifeguard tower beside the pier and, on occasion, the recently refurbished dressing room.)

mason also enjoys spitting on your sensitive bits more than he’s comfortable with, the apprehension bright in his eyes. but, watching the run-off of his saliva and your syrupy arousal drip onto jamie’s fingers before both are shoved into your heat is too distracting to pay any mind to the internal chaos of unearthing a new and unforeseen kink.

what jamie lacks in skill and experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm. for all his bashfulness, jamie drysdale is not shy about finger-fucking.

momentarily sat on his haunches, mason watches with feverish intent as his friend curls your toes with the simple curl of his marriage and middle, his pinky and pointer fingers splayed wide to keep his eye on the prize, sight unimpeded by plush, silky distractions.

no bells and whistles, just diligence.

soon, watching ceases to satiate the burly man and mason slips his own thumb into the mix. with his lips or his tongue—or his fingers, it now seems—mason mctavish is obsessed with your clit.

trevor shoots him a knowing wink; that's his favorite part, too. never do you make prettier sounds than when you’re having that special, highly-responsive bundle tended to. fingers, tongue, trevor's thigh... it doesn't matter, you fall apart all the same.

mason nudges jamie to one side and, much to your surprise, he goes without a fight this time, still stroking you closer and closer to the summit.

with his greater access, mason leans down. his nose splits duties with his thumb as he places wet, open-mouth kisses on your inner thighs, mons pubis, and, finally, the coveted pearl throbbing for affection. his mouth wraps around the little bud before pausing. he looks up for approval.

from trevor.

with the dip of his chin and a peck to your balmy cheek, your boyfriend encourages his best friend to suck on his girlfriend's clit.

mason needs no further coaxing. he alternates between suction and kitten-licks; his tongue was beginning to feel left out. all the while, jamie’s devoted fingers keep you pleasantly teetering on the end.

it's amazing the difference time and a little scolding can make.

“i think you’re enjoying this a little too much, bunny.”

“—m’sorry,” you whimper.

his warm, familiar chuckle fills your ear as he strokes your cheek. “i’m only teasing. you know how much i love watching you get all worked up. and, this way, i get to sit back and enjoy the view while they do all the dirty work.”

your eyes roll back, and his amusement grows louder.

“maybe, we’ll do this again? i wonder how fast they could get you off when they already know how the tricks.”

a raw, guttural sound claws past your lips.

trevor growls into your neck between love-bites. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you, greedy girl? is my mouth not enough for you—y’need my friends’ too? such a slutty little bunny i have..."

"no—only want y-you."

it comes out in a few, demure hiccups, the clarity of your protest impeded by those and the frantic shaking of your head.

your boyfriend can't help but twist your mind when you're like this, too weak and preoccupied by pleasure to give him any lip. his brat's gone sweet, fully subdued. and now he can have a little fun.

“—i know, i know. no need to get all worked up over nothing, silly girl. but it wouldn't matter much if you did, though, right?" the hand cradling your chin moves your head in agreement; he knows you're too far gone—too fucked out, to function. "no, it wouldn't because daddy doesn't share his toys. he needs you all to himself."

in this moment, you aren't sure if trevor loves or loathes you.

“lost your voice, bunny? you’re strangely quiet for a slut i know is close. i can hear it, and i know you can too. we all know you're fucking soaked. go on, don't be shy. i think their good behavior has earned them some praise, hm? doin' so good at following my directions—almost as obedient as you are, pretty thing. be sweet, then you can cum all you want."

his words, coupled with the overstimulation between your bent and parted knees, send your brain down a cloudy, all-consuming spiral. too overwhelmed by the boys kneeling at your altar, you can hardly string together cohesive thoughts, let alone speak adequate praise for their efforts.

...as if trevor expected anything out of your mouth other than garbled, pathetic mumbling anyway.

not to mention, jamie found the spot that makes you see stars on the ceiling as his best friend was busy whispering filth into your ear, and he's been bullying it with his deft fingers—three of them now, buried down to the knuckle. he gives it a short, purposeful rub just to show off his treasure.

you shriek and buck your hips into mason's waiting mouth. as his head dips back down to nestle against you, the angle of jamie's fingers changes and your vision blurs just a tad.

trevor's amusement thunders in your ears as he keeps you from shying away from the new sensation, an arm looped around your waist keeping you tight to his bare chest. and good thing, too, seeing as mason's tongue slips in between jamie's fingers not a second later.

they're right and truly pleasuring you now, and you can't wait a second more.

you surrender.

and, as promised, you show them what real moans sound like from a woman—not that fake shit they subject you and trevor to through the walls on a semi-regular basis.

the sounds of you ripping at the seams spur them on, and it's starting to get difficult to discern who's to blame for the puddle beneath you. this are sloppier and more obscene than ever, and you're loving every single second of it, you almost feel like this is your gift and not theirs.

—which is why you nearly write it off as a trick of a pleasure-drunk mind.

you feel it against your sopping, swollen folds before they notice it themselves; in electing to run their tongues up and down the same path at the same time, their mouths mingled along the way—and continue to do so. the delicious, foreign sensation of their mouths tangled in a clandestine dance buys your silence. and easily.

sooner or later, they’d realize and your fun would mostly likely cease—they've never given any indication of feeling either way—and you weren’t about to speed the process along, especially not when you have the pearly gates in sight.

trevor's won't call attention to it either because he's enjoying it as much as you are. maybe more. he's twitching like crazy against the small of your back, and each time jamie and mason convene between your knees, his hips shamelessly rut into you softness like a feral dog.

he nudges you, warm lips against your cheek. "look."

giving your head a downward tilt, his firm hand directs your attention to the object of his—your boyfriend isn't the only one seeking respite by way of aimless grinding.

mason and jamie have their hips flush to your bed, their burning, sweat-stained cheeks glued to your inner thighs, one slightly scratchier than the other—the best of both worlds. their eyes are nearly black with lust. their frantic movements are more pleasure-seeking than precise, driving into the wrinkled sheets with just one thing in mind.

you've never seen anything quite like it before, and your body reacts in kind.

naturally, trevor sees the signs before anyone. he knows your body best, something he takes great pride in. you'd wager he knows more about what makes you tick than even you do. he's put in enough hours, that's for sure.

trevor doesn't bother disgusting the desire weighing on his voice, "beg."

your lips part as if on cue. your boyfriend (selfishly) indulges your pitiful little whines and repetitive pleas—he'll never pass up an opportunity to rub his handiwork in envious faces—but, eventually, he cuts you off before you get too far into the bit.

"—not you, silly bunny. them."

aghast, mason rips his mouth away and you whine at the sudden loss. jamie strokes your walls sympathetically.

"you're joking."

"does it sound like i'm joking, mctavish? you're lucky i'm even letting you see her like this, let alone touch what's mine, and it's a fucking privilege to watch her cum. convince me that you've earned it."

you weren't expecting to find it so erotic, the power trevor wields over them. you're no stranger to his persuasive prowess; his commands alone were enough to get you off some nights. but this is different, and markedly so.

watching him command his best friends—his friends, reducing them to docile creatures eager to eat from the palm of his hand with words alone, is what tips you over the edge.

their persistent chorus of compliance is swallowed entirely by your wanton cunt, but that was by design.

trevor always knows what you need.

when the dam in your abdomen fractures alongside your voice, he holds your wrists tight to his bare thighs, preventing you from grounding yourself in either of his friends' messy mops or finding purchase anywhere on his body. he can't have you distracted. he needs you to enjoy every second of it. your full, undivided attention must be on the pampering you're receiving, and the tender care with which his friends provide it.

it's okay if you're too weak—of mind, body or both—to make that happen for yourself. your boyfriend is more than willing to pin you down as you ride out your first high of the night. happy to, really.

on the come down, jamie rubs light, lazy circles over your sore, swollen clit almost apologetically. mason laps up your release because it'd be a crime to waste a drop—trevor made that abundantly clear earlier in the night. once he's drunk you dry, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

"i think i could, um, use a bit more practice?" he announces bashfully—as if he didn't just make you squirt into his mouth.

jamie perks up at his side, fingers and lips still shiny. he's savoring the fruit of their labors like a precious delicacy, knowing it could be the last time he gets a taste. dark lashes shy and fluttering, his puppy-dog eyes blink up at you. "me too."

a wicked smirk forms on trevor's face; they see it, you hear it.

"gentlemen, how's your stroke game?"

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starry-hughes · 4 months

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christmas dinner (trevor zegras)

day 24 of star’s ficmas

trevor zegras x reader

Of course, he would agree to host the team Christmas dinner. Troy had offered to do so, and Gibby did as well, but Trevor was insistent. He didn’t even ask you before volunteering himself. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to host a party, you’d be happy to do anything, hell, when Leo was called up, you had prepped the guest room in an hour, buying little toiletries and attempting a home cooked meal for him,

You’d been living with your boyfriend since the beginning of the season. You loved Trevor very much, but you were not looking forward to the Christmas dinner you were having to host. Trevor wasn’t exactly someone to trust in the kitchen. You weren’t sure why he had been so adamant on hosting this party.

He had picked out the table decor and even took responsibility for ordering the ham. “Trevor babe, can you help please?” you said, arms full of groceries. He immediately jumped up, running to help you. Mason and Jamie sat on the couch. “Hey idiots, grab the groceries from her!”

He quietly helped you with anything. He wasn’t usually quiet like this so it was a bit weird. You couldn’t exactly ask, you didn’t want to make it seem like you were worried about him.

Trevor didn’t exactly stick to his promises, he kept important ones but he was one to wait to the last second for things, procrastinating until it was too late. But this was different. It was like you were getting a new boyfriend.

The Terry Family arrived early, concerned about the four young members and you handling everything by yourselves. Leo had come over already and was helping. “Z, babe, can you get the ham out of the oven?”

Trevor was dressed nicely, in his sweater that you loved. Despite it being hot in Anaheim, everyone was dressed in typical Christmas wear. Jamie and Mason wore flannels and the Terry Family happily matched sweaters. “Yeah, I got it.” Everyone was pretty shocked at how good he was being. When the Gibson family arrived, a new baby in tow, Trevor excitedly greeted them and grabbed onto the new baby.

Jamie and Leo set the table, placing the perfectly folded napkins around, Dani pulled you aside. Trevor was laughing with Mason as the two of them attempted cutting the ham up into slices. “He’s doing good.”

You smiled at Dani. “He wanted this party and our agreement was that he had to help. I think he’s just happy.”

Most of the other guests joined and arrived, everyone slowly getting over the shock of Trevor being a proper host. You heard horror stories of your boyfriend when he was a rookie, only having beer and ketchup in his fridge. So this was a big shock. Trevor joined you in the kitchen, laughing about something Rico said in the living room. “You good?” he questioned, kissing you. No one was around the two of you.

You nodded and smiled at him, pecking his cheek with a gentle kiss. “Trevor, you good? You’ve been making sure everything is perfect.” He nodded. “I just wanted to make sure I could prove that I could host adult parties and I’m not some dumb twenty something year old.” Part of you was sad for him. “Awe baby, look at this party.”

He looked out toward the dining table and living room, where all his teammates and close friends were enjoying themselves. “Did I do good?” he asked sheepishly. “You did amazing honey. Merry Christmas Trev.”

“Merry Christmas,” he smiled proudly

#trevor zegras #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #anaheim ducks imagine #hockey imagine #nhl fanfic #nhl imagine #star’s ficmas

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siriuslysmoking · 5 months

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FICMAS

Everyday at 11

Includes: Fluff (lots of it), angst (only a hint in the later chapters), no smut (so far), a bunch of feel good stuff to make me happy and hopefully you <3

A/N: they’re not fics, it’s a bunch of blurbs that I don’t want to write 1k+ for.

I almost ran out of ideas for 25 days, don’t know how you guys do it for kinktober. Props to you!!

Day 1 - Christmas shopping with Steve

Day 2 - Setting up the tree with James

Day 3 - Movie Marathon with Peter Parker

Day 4 - wrapping presents with Remus

Day 5 - Ice skating with Regulus

Day 6 - Building a Snowman with Theo

Day 7 - Building Gingerbread Houses with Fred

Day 8 - Ugly Sweater Party with Harry

Day 9 - Going sledding with Jegulus

Day 10 - Holiday Baking with Robin

Day 11 - Taking the kids to see Santa with Steve

Day 12 - Picking the perfect tree with Mattheo

Day 13 - Snowball Fight with James

Day 14 - Decorating cookies with Eddie

Day 15 - Buy each others presents with Regulus

Day 16 - Secret Santa with Remus

Day 17 - Elf on The Shelf with Steve

Day 18 - Tree Lighting with Peter Parker

Day 19 - Christmas Morning prep with Fred

Day 20 - Christmas Market with Theo

Day 21 - Light displays with James

Day 22 - Angel Tree with Harry

Day 23 - Snow Storm with Robin

Day 24 - Visiting Family with Regulus

Day 25 - Christmas Morning with Eddie

comment if you want to be added to a taglist for everyday or a certain day!

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gunnerfc · 4 months

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❄️ WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 24 - Lia Wälti ❄️

Lia Wälti x Reader (Arsenal & England) | WC: 690

Dec. 24 prompt - NYE kiss

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were thrilled to be ringing in the New Year in Switzerland with Lia, having spent Christmas back in England with your family. The two of you had spent the day helping her family set up for a small NYE party, the two of you were on decoration set up.

As you spent the day setting up, you couldn’t help but reminisce about the past year. Sure you were proud of all you accomplished with Arsenal and England, but some of your happiest moments came from spending time with Lia, on and off the pitch. The two of you had gotten closer after her breakup with Caitlin and it eventually turned into a budding relationship.

As you were getting ready in the bathroom, you had just finished getting dressed when you felt your girlfriend’s arms wrap around you. Lia’s chin was resting on your shoulder when you looked up and made eye contact with her through the mirror. You gave her a quick smile before turning around in her arms and pulling her into a heated kiss, pouring all your love for the midfielder into it.

“What was that for?” your girlfriend purred against your lips, her hands tightening around your waist.

“Just because,” you spoke softly, giving her one more quick kiss before pulling away.

Before either of you could say anything else, you heard Lia’s sister calling her downstairs. Lia rolled her eyes but the smile on her face told she wasn’t upset.

“Gehen (go), I'll see you later.” you smiled, pushing her lightly towards the door.

You laughed as she blew you a quick kiss before disappearing to help her sister. You finished everything you needed to be ready before heading downstairs to offer your assistance to help finish setting up before people started arriving.

The NYE party was in full swing and with about six minutes before the clock struck midnight, January 1st, you couldn’t find your girlfriend. You went room to room, having no luck before venturing outside, and finding Lia sitting on a lawn bench looking up at the moon.

“You’re missing the party, you know?” you joked, taking a seat next to her.

Lia didn’t say anything but you could see her smile as she stared upward. Neither of you spoke, happy to sit in a comfortable silence. It was Lia’s turn to think back on the past year, beyond grateful for you and the relationship you’ve started.

Your eyes stayed locked on your girlfriend, not moving even when she turned to look at you. You could see a light blush on her face, the moonlight hitting her face just right. You weren’t sure how long you had been sitting out there but you could hear the loud countdown of “10 to 1” from where you were sitting.

Ten

“I’m so thankful for you, y/n.” Lia blushed, eyes full of love.

Nine

“I can’t wait to see what next year has for us.” you hummed, your eyes reflecting the same amount of love as hers.

Eight

The two of you moved slightly closer on the bench, Lia’s hand resting on top of yours that was sitting on the bench.

Seven

The quietness around the two was comforting, allowing you both to revel in how in love with the other you were.

Six

You were beyond grateful for the things that happened throughout the year, thankful that had led you here to Switzerland to celebrate with Lia.

Five

You and Lia moved closer on the bench the two of you shared. You had stopped listening to the countdown happening inside, reaching your hand towards Lia’s cheek and resting your forehead against hers.

“I love you, so much.” you purred, eyes falling closed.

“I love you, too.” Lia’s voice was quiet, not wanting to disrupt the quietness surrounding you.

You both leaned in at the same time, lips connecting in a heated kiss. You could barely make up a loud cheer of “ONE!” followed by even louder cheers for the new year. You were more focused on Lia at the moment, making sure she could feel every ounce of your love with this kiss.

#woso x reader #woso #awfc x reader #lia wälti x reader #lia wälti #arsenal wfc x reader

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perseephoneee · 4 months

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(For Ficmas 2023) Isaac Lahey and cookie decorating

cookie decorating (isaac lahey x f!reader) {ficmas 2023}

꒰ ࿁ ˙ ˖ ໑ happy day 12 of ficmas!

warnings: allusions to sex

a/n: its christmas eve! this one is short but i wanted to keep it sweet and to the point. thank you guys so much for joining me in this journey to write 12 fics in 24 days (honestly exhausting, but i'm happy I did it). reminder that my requests are open, and to join my taglist if you want to read more of my work in the future. i have a couple requested fics that i need to work on, but i'm hoping to start having a regular posting schedule for you guys in the new year. once again, ily and thank you guys for supporting me always <3

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Before your last school vice principal was killed by one of the many werewolf problems that arose in Beacon Hills, the high school didn’t have as many “school spirit” events. There were the typical ones, but truthfully, not a lot. But then, the high school needed a new vice principal, and suddenly, Beacon Hills High School was experiencing an influx of school-wide events. Some of them were incredibly stupid, annoying, and trivial, but occasionally there would be one that would excite all the students. This was one of those times.

“I am happy to announce that for the holiday season, we will be doing a series of competitions centered around winter,” Mr. Bean, the new vice principal, announced at a school assembly one morning. You almost skipped it but were caught by Coach Finstock in the hall before you could sneak out. Your boyfriend, Isaac, was asleep next to you. “They will be non-denominational, of course. But what is the prize, you ask? After careful consideration, it was decided that the team that gets the most wins out of the twelve contests will get automatic As for the winter break homework– that’s right, a free pass!”

That got the students awake, chatter filling the auditorium as students daydreamed about not having to do any work over the break. You also perked up. Even though you were a good student, you never got an actual vacation with how things went in your life, and your brain almost couldn’t process all the reading and napping you’d get done if you didn’t have any homework.

“Isaac,” you hissed, slapping your boyfriend in the arm. He groaned as you awoke him. “We are entering this.” He looked at you in confusion as you explained the competition to him. That seemed to wake him up.

“I’m not doing too hot in Chemistry right now, so that’d be great,” he mumbled, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

“You told me you were okay!”

“I lied,” he shrugged, and you slapped him in the arm again.

“I offered to help you with your homework.”

“I wanted to make out with you instead.” That made you roll your eyes, but you didn’t get the chance to chastise your boyfriend as you finished listening to the rules of the competition.

The following days went by as pretty much every student in the school participated. Everyone got points for the challenges, and the team with the most points got automatic As. There would be two runner-ups who got Bs. You questioned whether any of this was legal, but your lust for winning overtook the rational part of you. Your competitive nature shined as you and Isaac quickly rose to the top of the leaderboards. Between your book smarts and Isaac’s athletic prowess, you took the contests by storm. There was trivia, a sledding race, a snowman competition, and a relay race. Ethan and Aiden were The only team close to beating you two, which just spurred on Isaac more. Even Scott and Stiles, who had fallen behind since they spent more time arguing like a married couple than cooperating, were rooting for you and Isaac just to see Ethan and Aiden go down.

The final contest wasn’t anything crazy but required precision and focus. Cookie Decorating. Of course.

You hunkered down at your house, baking cookies and looking at YouTube tutorials for the best way to decorate cookies. You had some cookies look like ornaments, others like reindeer, and a couple as snowflakes. Unfortunately, Isaac had grown distracted about half an hour into your baking adventure. Which meant he had turned to distracting you.

“Can we take a break?” he sighed, sitting at your counter as he watched you add frosting to piping bags.

“We need to turn these in by 4 pm today, so we need to hurry,” you responded, tying off the plastic piping at the top and looking at your sketched designs before adding anything to your cookies. Isaac slid off the stool, standing beside you as he watched you draw careful shapes. You weren’t paying attention to him, so you missed the devilish smirk on his face as an idea came to him. He pushed your hair to one side, standing behind you as he wrapped his arms around your middle. You hummed, still focused on decorating, when he pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. You became hyperaware of his lips on your skin as he licked a line from your artery to your jaw, hot, open-mouthed kisses following soon after. You bit your lip to stop a gasp from leaving your mouth. “Isaac,” you hissed in warning when he bit down, coaxing a sigh from your lips.

“Y/N,” he hummed, his hands dipping under your shirt and running up and down your sides. His hands were cold and made you shiver wherever he touched you.

“You’re being a nuisance,” you whispered, hand shaking as you kept trying to decorate.

“Take a break,” he smiled against your skin, continuing his ministrations. You tried to calm yourself, but after making another mistake in decorating, you growled in frustration and turned around in his arms.

“You’re obnoxious,” you muttered, back pressed against the counter as Isaac had you cornered. He just smiled, leaning down to kiss you as he had you caged against the counter. You let him kiss you, hands running up his arms, tangling in his hair. You let him take you to your bedroom, make love to you, and effectively distract you. And when he was done being needy, you went back to finish decorating the cookies, wearing just his shirt and underwear, even letting him steal one when he thought you weren’t looking.

You ended up winning the competition, much to the chagrin of Ethan and Aiden, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as you spent winter break in peace with Isaac.

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine #teen wolf #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagine #daniel sharman #ficmas 2023 #12 days of ficmas #my writing

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doctorroseprompts · 5 months

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Ficmas 2023 is nearly upon us, friends!

If you're new, 31 Days of Ficmas is our annual December theme. It's based on the fanfic advent calendars from days of yore, when authors would write a fic a day based on a holiday or winter themed word.

As with most of our prompts, you are free to use them however you like. You can use the list to write one or more larger projects ahead of time, write a fic a day like the traditionalists, use the words out of order... We simply provide the list and then sit back and enjoy the fic you create.

(There might be some weekly or even daily prompt posts based on the words coming in December. There could possibly an image prompt every here or there over the course of the month as well.)

Feel free to use these for any fandom, but we will only be reblogging fics that are Doctor x Rose.

Without further ado, we present the 7th Annual 31 Days of Ficmas list!

1. Shopping 2. Family 3. Ice Skating 4. Ugly Jumper/Sweater 5. Cheer 6. Cocoa 7. Gifts 8. Lights 9. Biscuits/Cookies 10. Pine 11. Stocking 12. Candy Cane 13. Silver and Gold 14. Season 15. Candles 16. Shiver 17. Traditions 18. Gingerbread 19. All I Want… 20. Wrapping Paper 21. Ornament 22. Blaze 23. Festivus/Friendmas 24. Santa and/or Elves 25. Jolly 26. Unity 27. Love 28. Scarf 29. Snowball 30. Hope 31. Twinkle

Have fun, and Happy Ficmas!

We start reblogging on December 1st. To make sure we see them, don't forget to mention us @doctorroseprompts in your fics and use the tag #31 Days of Ficmas

#doctor x rose #timepetals #31 days of ficmas #31 days of ficmas 2023 #doctor who #prompt list #holiday prompts #prompts

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uluvjay · 2 months

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Lando Norris Masterlist

* indicates smut, • indicates angst, -> indicates a part two

Social media edits

Ln4 is 24!

Imagines

Helpful ex*~ Your ex finally comes around to pick up his things but finds you in an interesting situation

New years*~ In which your boyfriend can’t take how good you look during new years celebrations and fucks you in a club bathroom

Transfer proof~ A brand sends you a ‘transfer proof’ lipstick and you need your boyfriend’s help putting it to the test

Hands to yourself *~ riding Lando in his Lamborghini Miura

Valentines morning*~ Lando waking you up on Valentine’s Day

Extras….

12 days of ficmas

1k celly masterlist!

#uluvjay talks #lando norris #masterlist

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 5 months

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Christmas Drabble Advent 2023

Ho ho ho, its that time of year again. In the lead up to chrimstas I'll be writing 25 x 100 word drabbles for various characters in my xmas drabble event! Feel free to send some requests in, I have a few written/requested already, but I can fit some more in too ✨ Merry ficmas

Smut = 💘 | Angst = 🖤 | Fluff = ✨| Horror = 💀

✨ Day 1 - König (CoD - A Rocky Start) - Sneaky, Sneaky

✨ Day 2 - Gaz (CoD) - You shouldn't have

💀💘 Day 3 - Corinthian (Sandman) - Sharing is caring

✨ Day 4 - Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) - Comin' to town

✨ Day 5 - Captain Price (CoD) - Surprise, Love

💘 Day 6 - Soap (CoD - (Un)bearable) - Pretty Present

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#Ficmas #christmas fics #placeinthemiddleofnowhere #christmas masterlist

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callsign-phoenix · 5 months

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I am so excited to show you the masterlist for my 12 days of ficmas 2023!

I am collecting all the fics on here, I hope you like them 😊

Dec 1: Jack Frost - Jake

Dec 4: Secret Santa - Natasha

Dec 6: Snow - Pete

Dec 8: Snowed in - Tom

Dec 11: Naughty vs. nice - Bob

Dec 13: Driving home for Christmas - Bradley

Dec 15: Ornaments - Jake

Dec 18: Holiday shoot - Natasha

Dec 20: Santa Baby - Pete

Dec 22: Matching Christmas sweaters - Tom

Dec 24: Elves - Bob

Dec 25: All I want for Christmas - Bradley

#top gun #top gun maverick #top gun masterlist #12 days of ficmas #12 days of ficmas top gun

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ialwayscomewhenyoucall · 4 months

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it shouldn’t be this way (but it is)

He wasn’t supposed to fall for an elf.

It was one thing to be somewhat smitten by Lady Galadriel. There was a force surrounding her, an aura of life and light and he just couldn’t help himself. (It helped knowing almost everyone who met her felt the same way.)

So he could accept his infatuation with her. But to fall for a comrade…and another elf at that…it was just too much for his mind to accept.

“Lost under a mountain again?” Legolas asked, smile wide and eyes bright.

Gimli’s stomach flipped. Oh, he was in so much trouble.

31 days of ficmas, day 24 - elves

#31 days of ficmas #lotr #legolas x gimli #drabble #this is my first attempt at this pairing #i love them

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puppywritesthings · 4 months

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'tis the damn season (dayasco)

Read on AO3

Merry ficmas @snowflakenali. I hope you enjoy!

Christmas could easily be considered bittersweet for Bosco.

Ever since they officially moved out, life has definitely gotten easier. They went "no-contact" with their family -- or at least one side of them, the ones that would have had a heart attack seeing her take progesterone--, and they could live much more authentically. Money wasn’t too much of an issue: she had a few roommates and was used to supporting herself financially. Sure, she could wish her job paid more and that she didn't have to fake a smile whenever certain regulars came in, but other than that, things were good!

Bosco trudged into the kitchen and made herself a pot of coffee. As a barista, it felt nice to make drinks voluntarily and charge ten dollars for a cup. They weren’t huge on having all of the bells and whistles that come with their line of work, but they were nice sometimes. Sometimes a girl wants a glorified milkshake, and that’s okay. Today, however, was a black coffee day. No cream, no sugar. Just the bitter taste that woke her up in the morning.

Bosco had heard talks about one of the housemates getting an espresso machine; the possibility of it being a Christmas gift, however, was up in the air.

While in the middle of taking her first sip, she felt something shoved into her face. She couldn't quite tell what it was until she looked up, seeing her partner holding the plant with a mischievous, sly look on her face. “Mistletoe… subtle.” Bosco deadpanned before taking another sip. “Are you gonna put that in the doorway, or keep hanging it in front of my face until I kiss you?”

Daya dramatically sighed, nearly flinging the mistletoe onto the floor. “Ugh, fine…” She sauntered towards the door before stopping herself in her tracks, making a small U-turn back to the kitchen table. “Please?” She pleaded, putting on the puppy dog eyes as best as she could.

Bosco stood up, sighing back at her before laughing. "I guess I have to... since you love me and all." The blonde then pulled Daya into a kiss, tasting the peppermint on her tongue and wishing she’d dolled herself up a bit earlier. Camden and Willow wouldn’t have been too surprised seeing Daya covered in kiss marks like she was in a Mickey Mouse cartoon, but it felt too early for all the affection.

In fact, if Bosco could be completely honest with himself, they weren’t feeling the Christmas spirit at all. They pulled out of the kiss and let Daya hang the mistletoe in the doorway.

“Thanks, babe!” The brunette cheekily stuck her tongue out before heading back to the kitchen, making her own cup of coffee from the still warm pot Bosco made. “Do you know if anyone’s coming over tonight? At least on your side of the family?”

Bosco paused in her tracks then shook her head. Of the people she still talked to, they had their own events going on. Her parents were hosting their own party with work friends, and Irene was spending Christmas in New York with their partner and all of her friends. Strangely enough, Bosco wasn’t asked to join any of them back in Montana or in the Big Apple. Part of it just felt off, and strangely melancholic for the holidays.

“I guess we’ll have the house to ourselves then.”

“What about Cam –”

“She flew back to London this morning. Willow drove her to the airport while you were asleep. Speaking of, they’re gonna spend the night at Kerri’s and do shrooms. If that isn’t a better way to spend the holidays, then I don’t know what is!”

“I don’t know… maybe being cooped up indoors watching Die Hard and debating the whole time whether or not it’s a real Christmas movie.”

“Come on, Boscy, it’s as real of a Christmas movie as Batman Returns is!”

“I see your point with Batman Returns, but Die Hard? Seriously?” Bosco asked as her red and green acrylic nails poked into the square labeled 24 on the advent calendar on the wall. They took the chocolate from inside and debated popping it into her mouth. It was shaped like a little stocking, decorated with more chocolate embellishing onto the sock. She quickly popped it into her mouth. While she chewed, her eyes widened with a realization.

The chocolate into her mouth wasn't good per say, but she hadn't fully realized the artifice of it until just now. It was cheaply made, fattening, and she shouldn't have even been hungry. The coffee should have suppressed any appetite she had.

Mass didn't start for another few hours and the Feast of Seven Fishes... why was she even eating? But then the realization hit her: she hadn't been to a midnight mass in years.

"I don't get it," Bosco said as the chocolate stocking melted in her mouth.

“Don’t get what?”

"I cut them off, but I still kind of miss them?"

“Babe babe babe, cut who off?” The realization hit Daya a little bit longer than she should. How could she be this stupid? “Is it because…”

“Partially,” Bosco replied. “It’s mostly from just super dumb things…. Things I shouldn’t be feeling around the holidays. I mean, I know it’s basically illegal to be sad around Christmas, but if that’s the case, arrest me now.”

Daya could only laugh at her girlfriend, even though what she was saying was completely serious. "I wouldn't if I couldn't, babe."

"I mean... I know there's people here, but I can't help feeling alone today. It's stupid but --"

"But you're not alone." Daya got up from the kitchen and pulled Bosco into a hug. "I mean, I know you know that. You don't have to go through all the bells and whistles of a traditional Christmas if you don't want to."

“Can we just order Chinese and call it a day?” Bosco asked.

"Sounds good to me," Daya replied before kissing her girlfriend on the cheek. "How does Die Hard sound?" She joked.

Bosco pretended to consider it for a moment before nodding their head. "Die Hard is fine."

#rpdr fanfiction #dayasco

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starry-hughes · 5 months

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star’s ficmas event

welcome to star’s christmas (ficmas!) event. every day, starting december 1, a christmas/winter-related fic will be posted. down below is the list of all the fics that will be posted and who they will be about.

you can choose who the fics are about by sending an ask with a player and what day/fic you would like to see! it's a first come, first serve basis (aka i will be choosing the name given to me first). once the fic has a name next to it, it is off the table. all players i write for can be found here, if you don't see a player you'd like on the list, feel free to ask! please send an ask with your picks! i won't post all the asks, but i will update the list as it goes

merry christmas and happy holidays!

star's navigation

day 1: ice skating → luca fantilli

day 2: mistletoe → anthony beauvillier

day 3: gingerbread house → mat barzal and teacher!gf

day 4: ugly christmas sweaters → dakota and mark (au)

day 5: picking out a tree → mat barzal

day 6: playing in the snow → single dad!jack (au)

day 7: hot chocolate→ jamie drysdale

day 8: present exchange → single dad!jack (au)

day 9: christmas traditions → caroline and kent (au)

day 10: playing santa → single dad!jack (au)

day 11: bah humbug → andrei svechnikov

day 12: wrapping presents → jack hughes

day 13: decorating → mat barzal

day 14: meeting the family → logan and nico (au)

day 15: fireplace snuggling → kasey and mackie (au)

day 16: fake holiday date → luke hughes

day 17: secret santa → jack hughes

day 18: baking → daisy's au (quinn hughes au)

day 19: christmas music → aspen and cole (au)

day 20: baby’s first christmas → sawyer & quinn (au)

day 21: christmas shopping → nico hischier

day 22: holiday disaster → luke hughes

day 23: family heirloom → mat barzal

day 24: christmas dinner → trevor zegras

day 25: christmas wrapping → quinn hughes

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lou-struck · 1 year

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Gifted Records

Lucifer x reader

Day 17: Canned Carols

25 Days of Ficmas Masterlist (Links don't work rn)

~ You picked out the perfect gift for Lucifer

Lucifer's personal record collection is something the demon values deeply. Over the years, he has been able to get his hands on unique albums from all three realms some so exclusive not even the demon lord has been able to find a copy.

His slow-growing collection is definitely a sense of pride for Lucifer and as such, the collection has been kept under lock and key to prevent his more greedy brothers from getting access to the priceless vinyl.

He had been so preoccupied with keeping his collection safe he had forgotten how to enjoy the music he cherishes so much.

Until you came along. Your sweet smiles and kind words gave him butterflies that had him reaching for the key to his collection. It didn't take long for the sound of the first record to fill the halls of the House of Lamination.

Ever since that day, you and Lucifer have spent many a night curled up in his office listening to some sort of hauntingly beautiful composition and sipping demonus out of crystal flutes.

With the holidays fast approaching, you were able to get permission from Lord Diavolo to make a quick trip to the human realm. Once he accepted, you got to see your loved ones and do some much-needed Christmas shopping without having to watch for the prying eyes of the brothers.

With most of your shopping done, you find yourself staring at Lucifer's uncrossed name at the top of your list with a smile.

You know exactly what you are going to gift to the Avatar of Pride this year. Which is why you are right down the street from a vintage record shop that will no doubt have a few albums he has never listened to before.

Walking inside the little store, you are overwhelmed by the number of options you have to choose from. But with the help of a friendly shopkeeper, you pick out a few albums that you believe he will enjoy as well as a holiday album filled with the cheery canned carols that play 24/7 during the holiday season.

The nostalgia hits you with the full force of its Christmas cheer and you hope that he’ll play it for you once you’re back down.

Christmas morning came and went and the living room is littered with wrapping paper confetti. Instead of instructing his brothers to clean up their messes, Lucifer disappeared immediately after opening your gift. A pleased smile on his face as he murmured something about wanting to listen to the records right away.

You clean up your own mess and with Beel’s assistance take your mountain of gifts up to your room. You pass all the other brothers along the way. They are all excitedly toying with their new gifts. With everyone else accounted for you begin your search for the eldest brother.

you don’t have to go very far, you hear the jolly Christmas music spilling out the cracked door of Lucifer’s study. The fact that he’s already well into the record you gave him makes you smile a little bit.

You knock lightly on the heavy wooden door “come in,” the demon's voice calls from inside.

“Are you listening to the record I got you already?“ you ask walking into the room. In the corner nearest to his record player, you find him seated comfortably in one of his favorite armchairs. A fresh pot of tea and a couple of tea cups rest on the side table next to him.

“Of course,” he replies looking at you with his deep crimson eyes. “it was a gift from you after all. I wished to indulge in at the moment I opened it.”

“ I see, “you grin as his flattery washes over you. “have you listened to the others yet?“

“ not yet, I figured since it was a holiday I might as well listen to the appropriate soundtrack.“ he says holding out the sleeve and scanning the back of it.

“ I do love Christmas music, “you say sitting down on the arm of his chair “ once November hits, the radio stations only play Christmas music. But here, I kind of miss it.“

he looks up at you and gives you one of his devilishly handsome smiles “ then I suppose this means you’ll be joining me for a while.”

“I guess so.” You hum.

Suddenly, his arm wraps around your waist and pulls you from the arm of the chair and into his lap as you let out a high-pitched squeal.

“This is much better isn’t it darling?” He asks as you get situated “ I just thought you were a bit too far away from my comfort.”

Lucifer knows he can fluster you better than most of his brothers, and he relishes in the little victory of your shy silence.

“Y-yes,” you nod looking back at him. “ but aren’t we almost at the end of the album?”

He reaches towards the sleeve again, “that appears to be the case, but I don’t mind starting it over.” He lets out a laugh that rumbles his chest. “ It’s funny, I believe I find this kind of music quite catchy.”

You laugh and reach for a cup of tea. “ You and the rest of the human world.“

#obey me shall we date #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me x reader #obey me #obey me x mc #om! x reader #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #lucifer x you #lucifer x mc

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soulless-angel25 · 4 months

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31 days of Ficmas - Doctorrose, day 14. Prompt: Season @doctorroseprompts

The two ran around the TARDIS console, flipping switches as the TARDIS shook. They needed to land- they were going to land, but they needed make sure it was somewhere relatively safe.

And, with a thud the TARDIS stopped shaking as smoke began filling the room. Covering her mouth Rose began to cough as she moved towards the doors- she may no longer be human but she still has most of the functionality of one. She's simply more.

As she stumbled out she took a deep breath, the Doctor behind her as he shut the doors. Rose pulled out her phone after catching her breath, the date read 1973, December 24. "Christmas Eve."

Moving closer the Doctor peered over her shoulder and groaned when he saw the date, turning to look at him she raised an eyebrow. He waved it off, "Sorry, sorry. Just- past version of me is here. Somewhere..." his voice trailed off as he looked just past them.

Rose followed his gaze, standing a short distance away was a man with an interesting choice of fashion. As she thought about what the Doctor had just said, how he'd trailed off after seeing the man...

She leaned closer to him, her voice low as she whispered in his ear, "'m guessing that's past you?"

Reluctantly he nodded his head, "Yeeep, don't know what I was thinking- that outfit is horrendous."

She lightly hit his arm, a reprimanding glare sent at him. Unnoticed by the two of them, the younger Doctor had noticed the TARDIS landing and the two people running out. He couldn't quite hear their mummering but he could see the young woman pull out a phone- 21st century, he noted.

The man was peering over her shoulder, it took the younger Doctor a moment to make the connection- was that him? By Rasilion, he looked young! He contemplates moving over and speaking to him but before he can make the choice the young woman has moved over to him.

The action surprises both Doctors', with the older one groaning and pulling out what the younger Doctor assumes to be the woman's name.

She stretches out a hand to him, hesitantly he takes it but pulls back when he feels a shock. Rose's eyes widen at the sudden shock, as do the younger Doctor's. Who looks between the future him and Rose, confusion evident on his face.

With a sheepish expression the older Doctor nods as he takes Roses' hand, "Right- lovely seeing you. We'll be going now, ta!"

As he tries to drag Rose back to the TARDIS she plants her feet with an unamused expression on her face, "Doctor, we crash-landed. Remember?"

He stops and lets his head fall forward against his chest, various alien swear words coming from him. Laughing Rose moves over and gives him a side-hug. A fond smile on her face that makes the younger Doctor flush.

Before he can even comprehend what he's doing the words are spilling from his mouth, "There's a Christmas party at UNIT, I wasn't planning on going but if you'd like I could take you?" after the words are out he raising a hand to his mouth, a perturbated look on his face.

Squeezing her Doctors' hand she smiles at the younger him, "We'd love to!"

"Wonderful, I do believe it should be in full swing at current. Let us go?"

"Lets."

#doctor who #rose tyler #dr who #the doctor #tenth doctor #tenrose #31 Days of Ficmas #31 days of ficmas 2023 #third doctor #i haven't seen any of classic who.... i'm so sorry if i portrayed him incorrectly #minor threerose

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