#fic masterlist

𝐩*𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 9.7k 」 ⠀ camstar!bucky x virgin!reader

⤷ You’ve never had sex before, still untouched and completely inexperienced. But when you stumble across Bucky’s porn channel—you quickly become his number one fan. You’re always in his comments, always in his chats, and never expecting it to go anywhere beyond the screen. Luckily for Bucky, your social media is linked to your account, making it easy for him to find you. ⤷ series masterlist ⤷ part of my 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧! mini-series

just don't look! 𐙚 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 7.3k 」

⤷ Bucky is the perfect boyfriend. Clingy, loving, and respectful. But months into, and you still haven’t slept together. He’s holding back, afraid he’ll lose control, but you’re determined to break that good-boy resolve. Now, in the night slip he bought you, his only defense is simple: don’t look.

𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐫 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 13.7k 」 ⠀ pool cleaner!bucky x rich girl!reader

⤷ Your house is big enough to host a hundred people, but the only one you want in it is your maddeningly hot pool cleaner. You want him—bad. Yet no matter how hard you flirt, he never seems to take the bait. What you don't realize is that Bucky wants you just as badly, he's just very good at hiding it. ⤷ part of my 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧! mini-series

so, this is love? ﾒ૦ ‹/𝟹 𐙚 𝓹𝓽.2 「 total wc: 35.9k 」 ⠀ king!bucky barnes x commoner!reader, cinderella au

⤷ The Prince of Brooklynne is hosting a grand ball to find a future princess. But when you secretly slip away from your chores to attend, it isn't the Prince’s heart you capture—it’s his father’s, King Barnes.

𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 ﾒ૦ ‹/𝟹 𐙚 「 mini series 」 ⠀ dirtbag!barnes x popular!reader

⤷ What happens when Bucky Barnes, the campus dirtbag, has a secret relationship (if you can even call it that) with the most popular, unapproachable girl in school? You get broken drumsticks in a fit of rage. You get smeared lipstick from heated make-out sessions. And most importantly, you get dirty little secrets. ⤷ part of my 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐚𝐬𝐬 ﾒ૦ ‹/𝟹 𐙚 ⠀ single dad!bucky x teacher!reader

⤷ Bucky Barnes is a single dad who doesn’t do love. His world revolves around his daughter, Rebecca, and he likes it that way; steady job, cozy home, no room for romance. After a less-than-pleasant first meeting, he discovers you’re Rebecca’s elementary school teacher. He's determined to avoid you at all costs, and he definitely doesn’t plan on falling for you… especially since you’re a grade-A pain in his ass.

𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 ﾒ૦ ‹/𝟹 𐙚 ⠀ single dad!bucky x florist!reader

⤷ After your grandmother’s death, you inherit her failing floral shop and an empty house. A bad first day in town gets worse after a run-in with the grumpy local farmer and single dad, Bucky Barnes. You instantly despise each other and vow to stay apart. But in a town this small, that’s impossible, especially when you unknowingly hire his moody teenage son to work at the shop.

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚 ﾒ૦ ‹/𝟹 𐙚 ⠀ congressman!bucky x america's sweetheart!reader

⤷ Reformed assassin turned congressman Bucky Barnes is drowning in bad press and public distrust. Desperate to save his career, his team proposes a bold fix; a marriage of convenience to you, the beloved daughter of a decorated war hero and America’s sweetheart. The arrangement is strictly business, benefiting you both. But behind the cameras, you can’t stand each other, but pretending otherwise may be the hardest part.

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ⏾ 𐙚 ⠀ winter soldier x reader

⤷ You were nothing more than Hydra’s gift to the Winter Soldier, a prize he claimed after every mission, a toy to use as he pleases. But when the base collapses in chaos, you brace for him to finally cast you aside. Instead, he makes a choice so unexpected it shatters everything you thought you knew.

𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐧! ﾒ૦ ⠀ includes house tour, p*rnstar, 40-love, need a ride?

⤷ introducing you bucky's employed era, where ❝ bucky barnes is trying to earn some bucks.❞ employers fear him, his clients eat him!

thirty, flirty, and... trying? 𐙚 「 wc: 2.4lk 」 ⠀ ⠀ bestfriend!roommate!bucky

⤷ Trying to find romance when you live with your best friend, who also happens to be a guy, is not the easiest thing ever. It especially doesn't help when the best friend in question just happens to be jealous and territorial as fuck.

first class 𐙚 「 wc: 2.1k 」 ⠀ pilot!husband!bucky x wife!reader

⤷ Bucky is the pilot everyone knows. Top of his game, perfect safety record, and no room for nonsense on his flights. He doesn't chat much with the crew—rarely even cracks a smile. He's respected, but also feared. But when you—his wife—is on board, he turns into complete mush.

everybody knows that i'm a good girl, officer ⏾ ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 3.2k 」 ⠀ cop!bucky barnes

⤷ You were driving late at night, and you got pulled over for something so trivial—it felt targeted. You think you might get away with a warning if you play your cards right, but Officer Barnes has a dark look in his eyes, and he doesn't like to be messed around with.

i put a spell on you ﾒ૦ ‹/𝟹 𐙚 「 wc: 14.2k 」 ⠀ salem witch au

⤷ Bucky never believed in love, yet you haunt his thoughts after only a few stolen words. Unable to explain the obsession, he convinces himself it must be witchcraft. And if you’re the cause of his torment, then there’s only one way to stop it… with fire.

boo!-ty call ﾒ૦ 𐙚 「 wc: 10.2k 」 ⠀ virgin!bucky x sex operator!reader

⤷ According to Steve and Sam, Bucky Barnes is a hopeless virgin with a crush on a phone sex operator. Dragged to the frat’s Halloween party to finally lose his v-card, he strikes out—until he hears a voice that sounds strangely familiar.

if your man wanna get buck wild. ﾒ૦ 𐙚 「 wc: 6.3k 」 ⠀ mob boss!bucky x mob wife!reader

⤷ After seeing your husband discreetly forward half a million dollars to a mysterious woman, you can't help but suspect Bucky isn't being loyal. So, you grab his wallet and make him pay for it all, because revenge is better than money.

I ❤️ MY BOYFRIEND ﾒ૦ ‹/𝟹 𐙚 「 wc: 4.7k 」 ⠀ beefy!bucky

⤷ Bucky Barnes never imagined he’d be ready for a relationship. Maybe he still isn't fully, but being with you has shown him just how much his world can change for the better through soft, vulnerable moments.

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧 ﾒ૦ 𐙚 「 wc: 8.9k 」 ⠀ congressman!bucky x secretary!reader

⤷ Bucky Barnes never expected that his timid, shy secretary—who could barely greet “Congressman Barnes’ office!” on the phone without stuttering—would be writing filthy, inappropriate fanfiction in the workplace. The most logical thing to do would be to fire you, but for some reason, he just can’t bring himself to do it.

my congressman gave to me ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 8.9k 」 ⠀ congressman!bucky x assistant!reader

⤷ Secret Santa goes wrong when you draw your boss and nemesis, Congressman Barnes—and gift him something wildly inappropriate. What you don’t expect? He drew your name too.

once bitten, and twice shy 𐙚 ‹/𝟹 「 wc: 3.8k 」

⤷ bucky hated christmas. growing up poor meant no fancy trees, gifts, or home-cooked meals. and the snow, for obvious reasons, he despised it. unfortunately for him, his girlfriend loves christmas, and you're trying to get him into the holiday spirit: starting with decorating.

take it easy 𐙚 「 wc: 4.6k 」 ⠀ tfatws!bucky

⤷ Bucky hates working on the boat, but when the Wilsons’ pretty family friend is the one barking the commands, he doesn’t mind it one bit.

super-soldier problems ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 4.6k 」 ⠀ tfatws!bucky

⤷ After having a girlfriend, Bucky’s finally learning that there is much more that cums with the super-soldier serum than just muscle and strength.

let me in, baby ⏾ ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 5.3k 」 ⠀ vampire!bucky

⤷ After months of silence, Bucky shows up at your door in the middle of the night—bloodied, beaten, and his pupils blown wide with a hunger for you that you've never seen before. Despite everything telling you to push him away, your heart can't help but invite him inside.

table for two one. ‹/𝟹 𐙚 「 wc: 4.6k 」 ⠀ mob husband!bucky

⤷ One arranged marriage, one homemade dinner, two cold plates... and a husband who showed up three hours late, drunk, and heartless.

oh, ashen one ⏾ ‹/𝟹 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 6.6k 」 ⠀ undead knight!bucky x healer!reader

⤷ You perform the rite to awaken a soldier, a knight named Bucky Barnes, to link the fire to save a dying world and become a hero. But what happens when the soldier slowly gains consciousness and realizes he doesn’t want to be a hero, and would rather exist in the dark with you?

until I have you. 𐙚 ‹/𝟹 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 12.2k 」 ⠀ knight!bucky x maidservant!reader

⤷ A maidservant’s only job is to tend to the princess's every whim. But despite the warnings of everyone around you, you can't help but fall for the one person you shouldn't, and that was the kingdom's trustiest knight and the princess’s sole protector—James Barnes.

down at the bayou 𐙚 ‹/𝟹 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 14.9k 」 ⠀ tfatws!bucky

⤷ Sam has been trying to get you and Bucky to get along—or at least tolerate each other—for the longest time. And what better way to do that than by inviting you both back home for a weekend in Louisiana?

you make loving fun! 𐙚 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 11.9k 」 ⠀ farmer!bucky, stardew valley au

⤷ Living in Pelican Town wasn't all that bad compared to the city life you were used to. With the big farmhouse next door unoccupied, everything was quiet, peaceful, and scenic. Then, Bucky Barnes moves in. Suddenly, you're waking up to the smell of manure, the squawking of chickens, and a farmer who's far too annoying—and far too hot—for his own good or your own comfort.

nutshell ⏾ ‹/𝟹 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 11.3k 」 ⠀ scientist!bucky x experiment!reader

⤷ You are Bucky’s most prized possession. Your mind, body, and soul were crafted by his own hands—he gave you life, and he could just as easily take it away. He never imagined he’d feel threatened by his own creation, until the day you began to have desires of your own.

call me maybe ! 𐙚 ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 10.2k 」 ⠀ neighbor!bucky

⤷ There’s a new guy who moved in right across from you. He’s a total mystery, but his looks certainly aren't. Since he's subtly trying to get your attention, how could you not entertain him? Especially when you have your best friend, Steve, in your ear telling you to go for it.

fight now, fuck later. ﾒ૦ 「 wc: 11.1k 」 ⠀ civil war!bucky x black widow!reader

⤷ While Bucky Barnes is on the run, Steve entrusts you to look after his old friend while the rest of the team tries to resolve the conflict with Tony Stark peacefully. As if babysitting a grumpy ex-Hydra soldier wasn't hard enough, an airborne toxin gets released—one designed to weaken a super soldier's resolve with the intention to trap them... and an unexpected side effect that skyrockets their libido. Between the constant bickering and fighting for your life, you have to keep reminding yourself, "I refuse to be Bucky's first."

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞! ── .✦ one direction inspired collab w/ @houseofhyde

⤷ i want you to rock me ! ⤷ do you like the way we kiss in the dark? 「 wc: 12k 」 ⤷ you say you're a good girl.

artficlly's moodboard event ⤷ keep the lambs away. ⏾ ﾒ૦ 𐙚 「 wc: 11.4k 」 ⠀ lumberjack!bucky

⤷ After a fishing trip gone terribly wrong, you find yourself stranded and stumble upon a small cabin deep in the woods. The man who lives there ends up risking his life to save yours, and you take it upon yourself to stay, return the favor, and make it up to him. But what you didn't know is that Bucky has no intention of letting you go.

The air in his Encino bedroom was thick with the scent of orange blossoms from the garden, trapped by the drawn velvet curtains. 

It was past midnight, a rare pocket of stillness in Michael’s cacophonous life. It was almost pitch black in the room, except from one of his old multicolour light up disco toys shining on the opposite side of the bedroom.

The house, a sprawling monument to success, slept around him. Only the faint, persistent squeak of the pool filter from outside breached the silence.

He lay on his back atop the oversized bed, its pale sky blue comforter cool against his skin. 

He wore silk pajamas, a gift from Latoya when he had turned 19.  

His mind, a relentless projector, had been replaying the day’s studio session—the synth beat on “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough,” the way his own voice had soared on the playback, a sound of pure, unleashed joy that felt separate from the boy laying in bed.

That feeling, that electric surge up his spine when the music finally clicked and finally made sense, it was still there, buzzing under his skin like a trapped bug.

But now, alone, the energy had nowhere to go. It pooled low in his stomach, a warm, restless ache. He shifted, and the friction of the silk against his thigh sent a small, shocking jolt through him. He went very still.

It’s just tiredness, he thought, the words forming in the cadence of his mother’s voice. You need to pray and go to sleep.

He tried. 

He folded his hands over his chest, staring at the ceiling above. 

“Oh Jehovah, thank you for this day. Please help me to be a better person tomorrow and watch over my family. I ask this in Jesus' name, amen.” he whispered, quietly.

But the warmth didn’t subside. It pulsed, softly, insistently, in time with his heartbeat. 

He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face, exacerbated.

A memory, unbidden, flashed: a dancer from the last tour with his brothers, a girl with a laugh like wind chimes, the way her sequinned hip had brushed against his as they passed in a crowded hallway. 

The memory was hazy, but the phantom sensation was sharp, a brand on his side.

A small, frustrated sound escaped his lips—a quiet “Mmh!” 

He turned onto his stomach, burying his face in the pillow. The new position pressed him into the mattress, and the ache intensified, transformed from a whisper to a clear, demanding shout. 

His breath hitched. This was the feeling. The one the elders warned about. The “sin that dwells within.” He was supposed to flee from it.

But his body felt heavy, magnetized to the bed. He gave a tentative, almost imperceptible roll of his hips. The pressure was a lightning strike of sensation, so intense it blurred his vision for a second. A gasp was torn from him, sharp and ragged in the quiet room. “Ah—!”

Guilt thundered in immediately, hot and sour. No. No, this is wrong. He was a good son. A Jehovah’s Witness. He sang about love, pure love. This was… this was base. Animal.

Yet, his hips moved again of their own volition, a slow, searching grind into the yielding satin of his pyjama pants. 

The friction was better this way, more complete. A low, shuddering moan vibrated in his throat, “Nnnggh…” He muffled it in the pillow, his fingers clawing at the fabric. He couldn’t let his brothers down the hall hear him, nor his parents.

The conflict was a physical pain in his chest, a vice tightening around his ribs. Every sinful surge of pleasure was answered by a psalm of condemnation in his head.

For the flesh lusteth against the Spirit…

He rocked harder, his legs tightening. The silk of his pajama bottoms was a maddening barrier. 

The pleasure was building now, like a copper wire, pulling tighter and tighter in his core, a sensation so profound it felt like fear.

Like standing at the edge of the stage before the lights hit, that terrifying, exhilarating void.

…and the Spirit against the flesh…

With a sudden, frantic movement, he shoved a hand down, fumbling with the drawstring. 

His breath came in short, wet pants now, “Hah… hah…” The knot gave way. 

He pushed the fabric down just enough, the cool air a shock against his heated skin. The direct contact with the soft material of the comforter made him cry out, a short, sharp “Ungh!” that was too loud. 

He froze, listening for any sign of movement in the hall; a creak, a footstep. Nothing but the annoying pool filter and one of his light up gadgets in his room occasionally creaking from its twisting mechanism.

The pause broke the dam of his hesitation. The need was too urgent, too all-consuming. He surrendered to the rhythm, his hips developing a frantic, jerking cadence against the bed. He wasn’t thinking of the dancer anymore, or of anything concrete. 

The frantic, muffled humping against the satin comforter wasn't enough. The friction was diffuse, maddeningly indirect, building the pressure but refusing to focus it. A sob of pure frustration caught in his throat, a heavy, choked sound.

His left hand, still tangled in the pillowcase, released its clawing grip. It drifted down, trembling violently, as if moving through water against a powerful current. 

His mind was a shattered mirror: one fragment showed the earnest, wide-eyed boy on the Andy Williams Show, another the gangly, hormonal teenager he’d turned into – touch starved and relentless in his want.

His mind was trying to grapple with the young, innocent he used to be and now the sought after heartthrob he had become. Girls throwing themselves to be used at his feet. 

He loathed the thought of them thinking he’d merely have his way with them. He’d be gentle if he could, sensual, ensuring their beautiful bodies get the attention they so deserved – his hands ghosting over their perky breasts and their gorgeous curves. 

The thought of his hand sliding under a tight waistband, of sly little lace panties, soaked through; wanting him. Needing him.

The thoughts were driving him wild now; crazy with desire.

His fingers brushed his own heated skin. The touch was so electric, so alien and yet intimately familiar, that he convulsed, a full-body shudder wracking his frame. A high, thin whine escaped his pressed lips. 

This is the line, a voice, clear and cold, stated in his head. You cross this, you can't go back. He flipped his body over, now on his back.

His body was a runaway train, every nerve screaming for the destination. His fingers, slick with a nervous sweat, curled. The first tentative stroke, from root to tip, was a revelation so profound it bordered on terror. 

His back arched clear off the bed, a silent scream stretching his mouth wide. He was so concentrated and overstimulated, that his throat was dry – his lips cracked.

The sensation was nothing like the grinding. It was tactile, exquisite, a direct and fused line to the storm gathering in his belly. His hand was soft and warm – just like he’d imagined the inside of a woman he had taken to bed.

He began to move his hand, the motion clumsy at first, all jerking wrist and frantic pressure. It was too much, too intense. 

He slowed, experimenting. A softer, slower glide. A twist at the top. A thumb brushing over the slick, weeping crown. Each variation sent new shockwaves through him.

The sounds he made were no longer attempts at words or even moans. They were raw, phonetic expulsions of feeling, lost in the fortress of his pillow.

His right hand fisted in his own hair, pulling sharply at the roots of his afro, the sting a bright counterpoint to the drowning pleasure below. His hips stuttered, still pushing up into his own grip, a desperate, seeking rhythm. 

The sheet beneath him was soaked, a cool patch against the small of his back when it made contact. 

The world telescoped down to this: the slick, rhythmic sound of his hand, the hammering of his heart against his ribs, the sweat pooling in the hollow of his throat.

He thought of the recording booth, the absolute silence before he opened his mouth to sing. 

That moment of poised potential. This feeling was its dark twin; a silence filled with the roar of his own blood, a potential about to violently, messily become.

His pace became punishing, relentless. He was chasing it now, chasing the echo of that studio high, the feeling of being perfectly, utterly free. His breath came in ragged, hiccuping gasps. 

He’d wound himself to breaking point. Pleasure and terror were fused, indistinguishable. 

The religious imagery crashed over him not as condemnation, but as sensation: it was a falling, a drowning, a being consumed by a holy fire that felt anything but holy.

"I’m— I’m gonna—" The words were a pathetic, broken whisper, lost.

His whole body locked. For a second, he was suspended in a silent, breathless void. Then it detonated.

It wasn't a single wave, but a series of brutal, wracking pulses that tore through him like internal lightning. A guttural, punched-out cry was ripped from his very core, a raw, open-throated yelp that the pillow could not hope to contain. 

His vision whited out, speckled with violent colors, a kaleidoscope of pleasure. His hips jerked erratically, helplessly, as his hand kept working, milking every last, shuddering drop of sensation until it tipped over into a sharp, almost painful sensitivity.

He collapsed.

The stillness that followed was absolute, profound. The only sound was the ragged, torn-up sawing of his breath and the distant, indifferent hum of the filter. The warmth spread across his stomach, a sticky, shameful reality.

The guilt didn't wait. It descended instantly, a heavy, smothering blanket. 

The verses from Galatians completed themselves in his head with cruel clarity: "…so that ye cannot do the things that ye would."

Tears, hot and sudden, welled in his eyes. He didn't move. He lay there, a spent, trembling wreck on the stained, wet sheet, feeling the pleasure evaporate and leave behind the cold, hollow shell of transgression. He had reached for a moment of the divine and clutched only his own weakness.

Slowly, mechanically, he pulled up his silk pajamas. The fabric felt disgusting against his soiled skin. He rolled onto his side, curling into a tight ball, facing the grand, empty expanse of his bedroom. The afterglow was just a physiological ghost; the real residue was a deep, aching loneliness.

He would pray tomorrow. He would pray harder. He would throw himself into the music, into the work, until he was too tired to feel anything at all.

But for now, in the deep California night, Michael lay very still, the ghost of his own ecstasy a sharp, sour taste in his mouth, and the only rhythm left was the slow, beat of his own heart.

fin.

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🌸 series: citrus kisses [f] - "you're ours," he breathed, desperate, honest, "and we're yours. Whatever you say, whatever you decide, we'll always be yours." you got a job as a new caretaker and the boys are pretty sure you are their mate. poly ateez. hybrid au. COMPLETED.

🌸 series: please trust in me [f] [sugg.] - you never cared too much about the idea of 'fated mates', the wolf designed by the moon especially for you. now that you've met them, you're not sure if you can be their omega. but you promise to try and the ATEEZ pack aren't quite ready to let you go without a fight. poly ateez. a/b/o au. ONGOING.

🌸 series: ruin my life [f] - as a trauma doctor, you are good in a crisis, a level head in an emergency. You make good decisions under pressure that save lives. But a chance encounter with an injured gang member catches your interest, more than it should have. You weren’t expecting that they are just as invested in you, or how much your life would change. mafia poly ateez. ONGOING.

🌸 fan behaviour [f] - requested. the members of ateez have had a crush on you for a while. after a livestream shows you’re an atiny, they decide to make a move. poly ateez.

🌸 untitled: drunk ot8 [f] - requested. your peaceful evening at home is destroyed but you wouldn’t have it any other way. poly ateez.

🌸 untitled: crushing on ateez [f] - requested. your crush on ateez members get revealed in front of the camera. individual x reader.

🌸 sleeping trouble [f] - requested. you find it difficult to sleep. they have a 'system' to help you. poly ateez.

🌸 you're a part of me [f] [h/c] - a/b/o wolf au. it was a job. you weren't supposed to catch feelings so you pull away, but its too late. they're already a part of you. poly ateez.

🌸 reward [mdni] - wooyoung x yeosang x seonghwa x reader. seonghwa and yeosang set up a competition for you and woo.

🌸 unspoken future [f] [a] [h/c] - You hadn’t discussed kids and now you really wished you had. Because a week before, the doctor had smiled at you sweetly and explained it all. poly ateez x fem!reader.

🌸 untitled: omega with baby [f] - omegaverse poly!ateez meet their fated mate and she already has a baby. a/b/o wolf au.

🌸 untitled: jealous!ateez [f] [sugg.] - 5 times your boyfriends were jealous of another group and 1 time you remind them who you love.

🌸 untitled: nesting [f] - omega!reader nesting in strange places because you miss them.

park seonghwa

🌸 reaction: period care [f] - requested. you stay over for the first time and get your period, seonghwa helps.

🌸 let me count the ways [f] - all the times you loved him unconditionally. non idol au with childhood friends to lovers.

🌸 you're beautiful [f] - requested. seonghwa's reaction to being told he's beautiful. drabble.

🌸 untitled: minhwa fluff [f] [sugg.] - requested. outlaw au. you're a tavern owner. mingi and seonghwa are outlaws that end up in your bar. (ft. mingi)

kim hongjoong

🌸 sweet melody [f] - 4 times you were caught singing + 1 time it was intentional.

🌸 untitled: stepdad!hongjoong [f] - your daughter asks to call hongjoong her daddy.

🌸 200mph [f] [mdni] - you shouldn’t have anything to do with hongjoong. he should have nothing to do with you. yet you can’t seem to leave each other alone. street racer!hongjoong.

jeong yunho

🌸 just for you [f] - you and yunho are now public knowledge. It’s the first public showcase you’ve both been performing at since the announcement.

🌸 untitled: teasing [f] - requested. it's late in the day and you're tired but yunho seems to have infinite energy.

kang yeosang

🌸 it takes a village [f] - dad!yeosang. you haven’t had a day to yourself since your baby was born. This means that yeosang gets a daddy daughter daughter but that wasn’t really going to happen with seven uncles.

🌸 holding it together [f], [h/c] - dad!yeosang. prequel to ‘it takes a village’. You and yeosang find out you’re going to have a baby.

🌸 public announcement [f] - dad!yeosang. sequel to 'it takes a village' and 'holding it together'. ateez are about to go on tour and yeosang doesn't want to go without you or your daughter.

🌸 untitled [f] - requested. yeosang fluff with dancer reader. drabble.

🌸 keeping secrets [f] [sugg.] - the three of you never thought to label your relationship or be any more than what you were. unfortunately that can lead to problems. (ft. jongho)

🌸 untitled: cuddling [f] - requested. jongho and yeosang aren't fans of physical intimacy unless its yours. drabble. (ft. jongho)

choi san

🌸 quiet display [f] - you've been dating san for a while and it's easy for you both to forget it's supposed to be a secret.

🌸 untitled [f] - requested. san is a fan of yours and definitely does not have a crush. not at all.

🌸 untitled: crying [f] - requested. san wakes up to see you crying in the middle of the night.

🌸 untitled: sickness [f] - requested. you have the flu and your boyfriend comes to look after you.

🌸 untitled: massage [f] [mdni] - requested. you give San a back massage and get carried away.

🌸 you're beautiful [f] - requested. san's reaction to being told he's beautiful. drabble.

🌸 untitled: comfort [f] [h/c] - requested. you're having a tough time and san is there for you. drabble.

song mingi

🌸 untitled [f] [sugg.] - requested. mingi and reader are disgustingly in love, and about to announce their secret relationship in dramatic fashion.

🌸 untitled: minhwa fluff [f] [sugg.] - requested. outlaw au. you're a tavern owner. mingi and seonghwa are outlaws that end up in your bar. (ft. seonghwa)

🌸 piercing beats [mdni] - mingi's nipple piercings are healed and you get to play.

🌸 untitled: sick reader [f] - requested. you're sick and mingi's not supposed to see you. doesn't mean he won't try.

jung wooyoung

🌸 oblivious [f] - requested. 5 times people thought you were dating and 1 time you actually were. childhood best friends to lovers.

choi jongho

🌸 obviously secret [f] - everyone is pretty sure that jongho is dating someone. in fact it might be super obvious.

🌸 football shirts and baby shoes [f] - you and jongho had only been dating for a few months when everything changes.

🌸 untitled: hickey [f] [sugg.] - requested. you are dating jongho and you accidentally leave your mark.

🌸 keeping secrets [f] [sugg.] - the three of you never thought to label your relationship or be any more than what you were. unfortunately that can lead to problems. (ft. yeosang)

🌸 untitled: cuddling [f] - requested. jongho and yeosang aren't fans of physical intimacy unless its yours. drabble. (ft. jongho)

🌸 untitled: idol!reader [f] - requested. you are having your first fanmeet concert and you prepare a surprise for your boyfriend.

🌸 gentleman [f] [mdni] - jongho is always a gentleman.

✧*̥˚ fluff*̥˚✧

too pretty to be stressed by @alinathinkstoomuch

safest thing by -//-

eat the boss by @divadepreshawn

intervention by @goorgeousz

blurb by @ddejavvu

terms and conditions by @hoe4hotchner

doctor's order by -//-

girl's night by -//-

expert opinion by @ssahotchnerr

breakfast in bed by @ellecdc

questions in a world of blue by @sweetheartsocks

home by @dismalflo

five stars or bust by @mariasont

✧*̥˚ angst/hurt/comfort*̥˚✧

fight with hotch by @luveline

hotchner!reader by -//-

rain check by @ssahotchnerr

in pieces by-//-

mended with love by -//-

not a burden by @keirareidss

period fic by @ellecdc

mom by -//-

girl crush by @goorgeousz

about time by -//-

broken ribs by @keirareidss

nighttime vlogs by @yasministration

how did we get here by @dismalflo

this is serious by @augustjoy

✧*̥˚ smut*̥˚✧

the study by @souredvodka

take away by @hoe4hotchner

daddy's home by @mystic-rox

raw footage by @jareaufiles

live stream by -//-

date night by -//-

morning treat by @bllushbunniie

relaxation by @ssa-aaron-hotchnerr

summer lovin' by @aureatelys

your name across my heart by @goorgeousz

i'm her favourite beverage by -//-

booty call by @ssa-dado

sun creaming by -//-

craving 101 by @storiesofsvu

just the two of us by @monzabee

belong to you by @alinathinkstoomuch