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HI THIS IS RANDOM BUT I WROTE AN IMAGINE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN LIKE 10 YEARS IF ANYONE WANTED TO READ IT ITS SMUT SORRY IM A HORNY BEAN 

-Robs xx

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Tom Holland/Reader

Themes: smut, 18+ (?), sweaty post-gym sex, unprotected sex, Daddy-Dom, spanking, tying up, etc.

A/N: Hey. SOOooo I used to write fanfics/imagines w/ my best friend when I was like 15 (20 now) and really really into R5 so bear with me a little here. I’ve been reading a lot of Tom Holland smut lately and decided to give it a whirl. I suppose if enough people like it, I might try again?? 

>          The front door swings open, revealing a sweats-and-t-shirt clad Tom, sweat still beading on his forehead after his session at the gym. He started going more often recently, which was good news for you, considering how tight his shirts were getting. You loved seeing him flex, especially with his arms around your waist, feeling warm and firm around you, an overwhelming comfort washing over your body when he squeezed you tighter. Lately, Tom would get indescribably hungry post-workout, often coming home with junk food (especially French fries – your absolute favorite) and eating enough food for the both of you. But today was different. When he closed the door behind him, he called out to you, putting his gym bag down. You were in the kitchen, cooking a healthier alternative for his ‘muscle munchies’, as you once called them and the joke kind of stuck.

           “In here, babe. Food’s almost ready, come sit” you reply loud enough for him to hear you in the other room. When he appears, he stands against the frame of the kitchen entrance, arms crossed over his chest and licking his lips while his eyes trail the length of your figure; focusing first on your ear, imagining himself nibbling on it lightly as he held you from behind. Next came your neck, where he wanted nothing more than to kiss and suck until it was red, blue and every other color on the spectrum. He imagined his fingertips running down your spine, catching the hinges of your bra and resisting the urge to undo them. Finally, his eyes fall on your ass, which seemed just as needing of some color as your neck did. He wanted his hands on every single inch of you; he needed to touch you, and he needed it fast.

           You turn around and notice him ogling, and chuckle, “I thought I told you to sit down, Holland. It’s ready. Do you want your pasta on a plate or in a bowl?” you ask, but he shrugs in response.

           “Bowl it is,” you declare, and turn back towards the stove to plate the food from the pot. Tom shifts from his position and makes his way towards where you’re standing, placing himself behind you. With swift motions, he spins you around, takes the bowl out of your hand and places it on the counter next to you. Surprised by the sudden turn of events, you stammer for your words.

           “w-w-hat..?” you manage to get out before his lips are cutting you off, colliding into your own with a passion you haven’t seen in Tom for a while, with his overloaded filming schedule keeping him busy and tired. Even though you had kissed him before he left for the gym only a few hours ago, this kiss felt like you two had never kissed before and the fireworks erupted like the first time all over again.

           “I’m not hungry for pasta,” he says in an almost whisper once his lips pull away from yours, leaving your chin lingering in the air. The comment takes you out of the moment, turning your attention to the bowl on the counter.

           “Wait, what? You told me you wanted pasta! That’s why I made it! If you had wanted som–” Tom’s thumb swipes gently over your mouth, stopping you mid-sentence.

           “I’m hungry for you, Y/N”, he adds, this time in a low rumbling growl. Your eyes widen at the insinuation, feeling your cheeks flush hot pink and your heart beat jump out of your chest. “I’d much rather –” he kisses your chin, then your neck “ – taste you right now” his kisses move around your neck, to your collarbone, and some exposed area of your breasts. His body hadn’t fully pressed against you yet, but you could feel his yearning to be in complete contact with your figure; he was waiting for consent, or rather, permission to ravish every inch of you. The knot in your stomach that had been building up tightened as you started to get excited at the thought of Tom’s hot, fresh-from-the-gym body hovering over you. Your arms reach out, grabbing hold of the hemline of your boyfriend’s sweatpants. In an instant, you have him pulled against you, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. He growl-moans in response, his hands traveling down to your ass, where they both took a hold of a cheek and lifted firmly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lifted you into the air effortlessly. First, he sits you down on the kitchen table, placing messy, impatient kisses on your lips as his fingers twitched around under your skirt for your panties. Once his fingers lock around the fabric, he has them off and thrown across the room, laying you down on the table like a hot meal he was about to dig into. He takes a seat in his chair, lifting your legs up and bending your knees over his shoulders. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place – he knows how much you like to squirm.

           “Be a good girl for Daddy, yeah?” he says in a firm yet coy tone. The use of the term daddy sent shivers up and down your spine. You loved when he got all Daddy-Dom; calling you princess, kitten and all those cute pet names as he did unspeakable, incredible, eye-rolling and orgasm-inducing things to you. You moan in response, suddenly eager for his tongue against your dripping, burning pussy. You can feel him smirk against your inner thigh, as he trails soft teasing kisses down as he inches closer to where you needed him most.

           “Fuck kitten, you’re soaked already” he groans, his fingernails digging deeper into your skin. You whine at the slight pain, arching your back a touch. His hot eager breath touches your folds and you bite your lip, ready for his own. He knows how to tease you, especially how to keep you on the edge. No matter how bad he wanted to dive right in and suck on your clit until it was swollen, he wanted your orgasm to spill over. With just the very tip of his tongue, he flicks it quick and unpredictably against your clit, causing you to squeal, grabbing for his dark brown locks. He continues with just the tip, focusing on your sensitive nub. Suddenly, he strokes your pussy with his whole tongue, long and hard, his head now bopping up and down as he takes all of you against his tongue. Your back arches once again, this time sharper, but his hands on your thighs pull you back down. Just as sudden as the pleasure had begun, he stops.

           “What the fuck, Tommy, why’d you stop?! It feels so good, please keep going,” you beg. You prop up onto your elbows to meet his eyes. He’s got a stern look on his face, his jaw clenched.

           “I thought Daddy told you to be a good girl, kitten,” he says, wiping his mouth with the bottom of his shirt, pulled up over his abs.

           “I- I – but I am, aren’t I?” You reply, dazed and confused, still spinning from the lack of his mouth against your heat.

           “Good girls don’t move away or squirm when Daddy’s working, do they?”

                       “Okay, I moved. I’m sorry. That’s what happens when you eat a girl out Tom, for fucksake, her body reacts” you retort, aggravated and sexually frustrated.

           “That’s it,” he says, pulling your ankles towards him, grabbing your waist then picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder like you were the lightest thing he’d ever touched. Once again you squeal at the sudden movements, not knowing what to expect next. With one hand firmly wrapped around your legs to keep you steady, his left hand comes flying up to hit your ass cheek – hard. The initial smack startles you, however, the second and third send your eyes rolling behind your eyelids. Once in the bedroom, he places you on the ground and locks the door. The lock was useless, you two lived alone – it symbolized Tom’s ownership of you; it was him telling you that there was nowhere to go, that you were his and his alone to do to you as he pleases, and the thought makes you whimper.

           “Clothes. Off. Now.” He states, taking his t-shirt off and walking to the side of the bed. “Kitten thinks she can sass Daddy now, huh? Does she?”

           “And what if I do?” you reply, standing before him in the nude. You were defenseless, naked, yet you couldn’t help but want to fight back.

           Tom chuckles, looking down while his thumb runs across his own lips as he had done to you earlier. “Okay, bad girl. Come here.” Still, even though you were wearing defiance around your neck like a pearl necklace, you obeyed his commands, excited for what comes next. You’ve never resisted Tom this much, especially not when he’s in full-on Daddy mode.

           “On your stomach” he orders. You position yourself on the bed, your ass exposes to him. He goes to stand behind you at the edge of the bed, his hands coming down at your sides. He leans over you, his mouth reaching for your ear. After a little nibble, he whispers into your ear, his breath hot against you; “Bad girls like you need to be punished,”

           He pulls two ties out of his drawer. He pulls your hips up into doggy style, and asks for your hands, which you reach out to him eagerly. With the first tie, he binds your wrists together, something you had always fantasized about but never expressed that desire to Tom. He places the second tie in your mouth, making sure the knot won’t tighten around your face or neck and wraps the tail of the tie up in his fist. With a quick tug, he pulls your upper body up, stroking his cock generously behind you. He leads it towards your folds, running the tip across your clit in fast circles. You moan intensely, rolling your eyes back when he fully inserts himself into your hole all at once. You gasp, accepting his girth, as his length pounds into you vigorously. The tie-wrapped hand is firmly grasping onto your hip while his free hand grabs the meaty part of your ass, squeezing it and smacking it repeatedly until both your cheeks are a burning red and his handprint is etched into the sensitive skin. Taking a hold of your other hip so that now both hands are gripping your body tightly, he picks up his pace, allowing himself to plunge deeper and deeper into your pussy, going harder and harder until you’re screaming.

           He feels your abdomen starting to shake and he knows you’re getting close to your climax before you signal it to him. His hand immediately reaches around to rub your clit as he deepens his strokes.

           “You’re going to cum when I tell you to, baby girl. Not a second before, understood?” He growls into your ear. You gasp and try to respond but he thrusts into you harder. “I said, understood?” He growls once more.

           “Y-yes”

                       “Yes what?

           “Yes d-daddy,”

                       “Good girl”

           The knot in your stomach keeps tightening until you’re about to collapse when you hear his voice behind you say “now,”. Instantaneously, your body releases and the knot comes undone. You’re coming all over Tom’s cock and he’s loving it. He doesn’t stop thrusting and carries you through your orgasm, leading up to his own. He quickens his pace again, which sends you bucking due to how sensitive you are post-release. The pressure builds and builds until you’re about to cum for the second time when he shouts “oh fuck, oh fucking shit fuck, I’m coming Y/N, fuck I’m coming”. He growls through his own orgasm, releasing your second one at the same time. He pulls out of you and you shiver at the sudden gust of cool air hitting your warm pussy. Before he does anything else, he unties your bonds and flips you onto your back, feathering you with kisses; a sudden switch in tone from Daddy to cuddly.

           “Come on, love. Let’s go get washed up, yeah? Shower or bath?” He asks you, but you’re too busy nuzzling into his neck and against his chest to reply.

           “Bath it is,”

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Hi! Can u do a 5sos 4/4 where he finds out you're extremely ticklish?

Sure! But I’m not too sure what you mean by 4\4, sorry I’ve been out of the game for a while haha

-Robs

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Request: Ryland and I and our life as young parents? And how Stormie and Mark teaches us how to make the baby stop crying in the middle of the night so the others won't wake up? Ps my name is Emily and could our baby please be called Evelyn? Thankyou so much xx

Sure thing! Don’t know when I’ll get back to writing just yet, It’s mid-terms right now but you’re on the list! 

-Robs 

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Riker Imagine: For Claire (SPN)

You and Riker were sitting together on the couch, binge-watching Netflix on a cold January day, cuddling under the blanket. He wraps his arm around your shoulder, shifting in his seat as the season finale of Supernatural plays over the TV. 

You bury your face into Riker’s arm, trying to hide the fact that you were crying. Sniffling quietly, you shove your head further into his chest. He smiles and lets out a little chuckle. 

“Babe, what are you doing?” he asks, laughing. You sniffle and wipe your cheek on your sleeve. 

“I’m not crying, you’re crying,” you say, giggling. 

“Aw, babe,” he replies, hugging you tighter.

“It’s just that Sam-- and Dean-- and then Cas just-- I can’t!” you say, still hiding your face. 

“Should we stop watching for a while?” he asks, taking your face in his hands, brushing your hair away from your face, smiling down at you,” 

“Of course not!” you insist, smiling. “I just get emotional sometimes,” 

“I know, Clairey, I know,” Riker says, pulling you onto his lap. “Carry on my wayward son, there’ll be peace when you are done, lay your weary head to rest, don’t you cry no more,” he sings. 

“Don’t be a jerk,” You say, smiling into his chest. 

“Oh, you know I love you,” he whispers, kissing your forehead, and then your nose. 

“I mean, you’re no Dean but you’ll do,” you reply, a smirk spread across your lips. 

“Wow, okay then,” he exclaims, chuckling. 

“You also tolerate my sobbing over fictional characters, so I get I kind of love you a lot,” you say, redeeming yourself.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. We have like four seasons left to watch. You ready? Can I click play now?” 

You nod, kissing his lips sweetly, before replacing your head on his chest and starting up a new season of your favourite show. 

-Robs 

Sorry, this was so short, guys! I just wanted to capture one cute moment c: 

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Can you do 1 where I'm Ross's newborn daughter and Laura is my mom plz????

What’s your name? 

-Robs 

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Could u write me an imagine about....I'm at R5's VIP and Ross can't stop looking at me and stuff. Make it all cute and fluffy haha. My name is Chory. Thank you!!

Sure thing! 

-Robs 

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Are you still writing imagines

Yes! 

-Robs 

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Ross Imagine: For Michaela

So, this imagine request is a little different. We were asked to collab on this one, so I’ll write the first half and whenever Maddie can, she’ll write the end! I wonder how this will work out! 

You were working at an ice cream stand all summer, desperately waiting for something exciting to happen. All you could think about for what seems like forever is school, and you needed something to take your mind completely off of it. Or rather, someone. For a few weeks now, at exactly 3:22 every day a too-good-looking-to-be-true boy would come in and order the exact same thing. Medium chocolate-vanilla twist dipped in dark chocolate in a cup, no cone. 

He had flowy blonde hair and gorgeous, heart-melting brown eyes that could make you give up anything and everything just to gaze into them for a little while longer. He appeared to be a frequent surfer, always coming in with his hair almost completely air-dried and sand on his legs. You looked forward to the days when he came up to you, his shirt dangling over his shoulder, exposing his lean, built six-pack and his strong arms, smiling wide. 

“The usual?” You’d say coyly, smirking. 

He’d laugh, and nod. Then he’d place a ten dollar bill on the counter, even though the order was only 3.25 and would tell you to keep the change, letting a flirty wink slip before turning around and heading back down to the beach.

You longed for the day that he’d notice your admiring stares and kiss you already, or at least as you out, or something! Anything! You look at your watch and notice that it was 3:30, and there was no sign of cute blonde surfer guy.This was unusual, he hadn’t missed a day in 3 weeks. You sigh disappointingly and decide to take your break, something you haven’t done since he started coming in.  

From the back room, you hear the bell above the door chime. Kelsey, your co-worker, greets the customer. 

“Hey, um, is the other girl here today? I’d really like to talk to her,” a male voice says. Wait. That’s cute blonde surfer guy’s voice! you think to yourself. Not wanting to seem desperate, you wait until Kelsey comes to get you. 

“There’s this boy here for y-,” she says, before you walk up to the counter, smiling. 

“Hey there. The usual?” You ask shyly, hoping your face wasn’t flushing red. 

“Actually, I was thinking if, um, maybe you would like to go out with me sometime? I’ve been thinking about asking you out for about a week now, but every time I’d come up to the counter, I’d chicken out. You’re just so beautiful, I get a little flustered,” he says, his voice is smooth against his lips. 

“I-I-I” you stammer, searching for the word. Say yes! Just say yes! you scream internally. “Yes!” you say finally, smiling wide. 

“Really? Oh, that’s awesome. I’m Ross by the way,” he says, running his fingers through his blonde locks. 

“I’m Michaela. It’s nice to meet you, Ross,” you reply. 

“Yeah, same here,” 

*Four Months Later* 

TO BE CONTINUED BY MADDIE  

-Robs <3 

I hope you guys liked this first bit! Let me know what you think! <3 <3 

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Riker imagine: For Brianna

**Trigger warning: This imagine contains car crashes, blood, and having to be rushed to the hospital. In case this is a sensitive subject for anyone, please read cautiously. I promise not to make anything too graphic** 

“Riker, we need to talk about this. Stop avoiding the situation,” you say, on the verge of tears, sitting in your car at a red light. You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone, followed by a short silence. 

“Brianna, I have to go on stage now. Meet and Greet is starting. We’ll talk about this later,” he replies, frustrated. 

You try to stop the tears from falling, but they trickle down your face despite your efforts. “F-fine” you whimper, your voice cracking as your throat tightens up, preparing for the flood of tears. 

“Bye,” he says finally, before hanging up and leaving you there, crumbling. By now the light had turned green and the car behind you was honking for you to move. Wiping the tears off your cheek, you press the gas and continue driving home. I’m such an idiot you think to yourself, pressing down harder on the gas pedal. You grip the steering wheel tighter, your knuckles turning white. 

You were so angry at Riker, and yet you were the one sitting here getting angry at yourself. He was playing a show in your hometown, twenty minutes from where you live, eat, sleep, breathe and he didn’t even call to say he was in town. Not a text. Or even a freaking tweet, for God’s sake. Instead, you had to hear about him being in town by your friend who saw him at a club the night before. If you had just told me, Riker Anthony, none of this would have happened, you say aloud to no one. You were going so fast, tears streaming down your face, you didn’t notice the truck speeding through the intersection, colliding with the passenger side of your car. 

You wake up to the sound of sirens blaring, and when you open your eyes, your vision is blurred. Blinking rapidly, you try to move. 

“Ma’am, don’t try to move, you might damage your neck. You were in a crash, you’re going to be just fine. We’re here to help you,” you register that it was a police officer talking to you. Or a fireman. You weren’t too sure. There is a sudden rush of pain pulsing through your right leg, and you notice that fragments of glass and metal were lodged in your thigh. The same pain travels to your forehead and you catch a glimpse of your face in the rearview mirror. There was a piece of glass stuck in your forehead, but it didn’t appear to go in too deep. You start to sob, your chest shaking violently. 

“Ma’am, do you remember your name? You need to remain calm, and we’ll be able to get you out of here quicker,” 

“Br-bri-brianna,” you stutter, the metallic taste of blood coating your mouth. 

“Brianna, that’s good. Is there anyone you need us to contact, Brianna?” the man says, placing a neck brace around your bruised neck.

“Stormie,” you say, before your eyes flutter shut and you pass out. 

*At the concert* 

“What? Wait, I’m sorry, are you saying that Brianna’s been in a crash? Oh my god, okay, yes, I will call her mother and be there as soon as possible,” Stormie says to the police officer on the other end of the phone. She rushes down the hall to where Riker and the others were waiting to go on and perform. They were all laughing, eating for the show. 

“Mom, what’s wrong?” Ross says immediately, looking alarmed. Suddenly, everyone’s eyes are on Stormie. 

“There’s been an accident. Honey, it’s Brianna,” she says, tears filling her eyes. 

In that moment, it was as if Riker’s heart had been punched right out of his chest. “W-what?” he asks in a speechless whisper. 

“She’s at the hospital, baby, we have to go,” she replies. Still trying to process what was just said to him, Riker fumbles for the door, before running as fast as he could to the back exit. Passing by Mark on his way, who was arriving with an extra order of chili fries, Mark asks him where he is going. With a lump in his throat, he manages to say your name before disappearing out the door. 

Arriving at the hospital, Riker rushes up to the front counter in a panic. “Hi, I’m here for Brianna (your last name), she was brought in about fifteen minutes ago, there was a car crash. Please, I’m her boyfriend,”

“I’m sorry sir, only family is allowed in at this time,” the nurse behind the counter says. 

“Please! Just let me see her!” he exclaims, slamming his hand down on the counter. “I-I’m sorry, I understand you’re only doing your job. It’s just that--that girl in there is my entire world. I was angry the last time we spoke, and I need to make things right. She’s my everything,” he says, his voice crumbling. His tears were hot on his face, as he apologized again to the nurse and went to take a seat in the waiting area. 

Mark called from the car, saying that had postponed the show until tomorrow because no one could wrap their heads around performing when one of their own was lying in the hospital somewhere. 

“She’s family, Riker. And we don’t perform unless our family is safe,” Rydel says over the car’s speaker. The rest of the crowd agrees, saying that they’ll be there soon. 

“She’s in surgery right now, they had to remove a metal rod from her leg,” Riker says, trying to remain calm. 

“We’ll be there soon, honey, hang in there,” Stormie adds. 

“Mr. Lynch?” The doctor says

“Guys, I have to go, the doctor’s here,” 

“Brianna is out of surgery now, everything went well. She would like to see you now,” the doctor says, smiling. 

Riker jumps out of his seat and runs down the hall to your room. Grabbing the door way to keep from falling, he looks in on you. Your mother was sitting in a chair in the corner and excused herself when he arrived to give you two some privacy. You smile when you see his face light up, as he takes your hand in his. 

“I am so unbelievably sorry. For everything. And anything that might happen in the future. God, I don’t know what I would ever do without you. You mean absolutely everything to me, and I can’t believe that I took that for granted. Bri, I love you so much. I need you to know that because it’s true. I love you so so so much, babe. And I’m so sorry,” 

“Riker, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have gotten upset in the first place. I was being stupid and irrational, and only thinking about myself. Sometimes I have to realize that as much as I miss you, you don’t belong to me. I love you so much, Lynch,” 

He leans in, kissing you passionately, holding your face in his hands. You can feel the wetness of his tears on your face, pulling back to wipe them away. 

Stormie and the rest of the gang appear in the doorway, smiling and thanking God that you were okay. 

“Don’t go scaring us like that again, Bri. My heart almost exploded,” Rydel says, running up to hug you. 

“I love you guys,”

“And we love you, baby girl,” Riker replies, kissing your forehead. 

-Robs 

Wow, that was long! Hope you guys enjoy! Remember that requests are always open. 

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Hey, guys! So I have like 50 imagine requests to get started (honestly, I just suck at actually doing things) and first up is Riker for Brianna! The list is super long, and goes back for a while but I hope I don’t forget anyone! Thanks for your patience, you guys are awesome!! <3 <3 

-Robs 

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Alright R5 Family I need you!

I’m thinking of doing a project, but I need people! If you’re interested like/reblog this and LET OTHER PEOPLE KNOW! I really want to make this work but I need people so SHARE SHARE SHARE and when I have a significant amount of people interested I will let you all know details!  

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hey babes! can you do a Ryland imagine based on the song "Make up" by RCity? you can use yn for the girls name. I'd love if you could do it :) thank you

Yup! 

-Robs 

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Can I have a Ryland imagine where I go on tour with him then he proposes to me. My name is Taryn

Sure thing! 

-Robs 

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have y'all seen the force awakens?? just out of curiosity :-)))

I haven't but I'm going to see it tomorrow! I've heard it is literally so incredible and I am so excited to see it! -Madz

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Riker Imagine: For Sarah

You finish touching up your makeup and give yourself one last look in the mirror. You smile, happy with your Christmas style red dress and black heels completed with a smokey eye that perfectly compliments your eyes, ready for the Lynch’s annual Christmas Party.

You and Riker have been dating for about a month and you’re hoping tonight is the night that he is finally going to kiss you. You’ve been waiting for him to make the move ever since you first got together and you know he wants to make the first kiss special but you’re getting impatient.

Your view on first kisses is different than his. In your mind first kisses are overrated, why should such an awkward moment be so romanticized and played up. Shouldn’t you focus on the following ones that are much more skilled and enjoyable? The ones that have fun and spontaneous memories with them? Either way, you’re just waiting for him to do it and it’s killing you that he hasn’t yet.

You arrive at the Lynch house shortly after you leave yours and are engulfed in a very large family hug. Holiday music is already playing and there are plenty of people there chatting and dancing and munching on Rydel’s famous holiday cookies. When the entire family pulls away you feel a familiar pair of strong arms wrap around you in a tight hug. 

“There’s my favorite girl,” he says softly in your ear and you immediately blush. No matter how many compliments he gives you or sweet nothings he says you will never get used to it.

“Hey babe,” you say back to him with a smile and still in each others arms you briefly sway back and forth to the music before walking hand in hand to go talk to some more people at the party. 

As time went on you danced with Rydel and all of your other friends that were there. Song after song came on as you guys had a blast singing to every one of them. Eventually Mistletoe by Justin Bieber came on and you felt a hand pull on yours. 

You turned to find yourself once again face to face with Riker as he rested his hands on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck. You naturally swayed to the soft music while just looking into each other’s eyes and savoring the moment. With every second that passes you can feel yourself falling for him more and more, and he felt the exact same way. 

Right as the chorus came on you and Riker notice something above your head, you look and see a mistletoe dangling from a pole held by none other than a smirking Rocky. You looked at him and rolled your eyes, wishing you could hide the blush on your face. You look back and Riker and he’s just smiling.

“Well, rules are rules,” he says and lightly tucks your hair behind your ear, softly cupping your face afterwards. Before you even had time to think his lips were on yours and you immediately melted into him. Your mind was fogged up and you couldn’t focus on anything but him. Your lips moved perfectly together and it felt like no moment in the world could be better. You both pulled away in need for air but continued looking in each other’s eyes, the smiles on your faces uncontrollable. 

After a moment of just taking everything in you just say, “Okay, so maybe first kisses really aren’t that bad,” causing Riker to giggle and pull you into his chest even tighter.

“And now it is officially the best Christmas ever,” he finishes and you silently agree, never expecting a mistletoe kiss to be the biggest reason for a perfect Christmas, but really happy that it was. 

-Madz <3

I’m back with a Christmas imagine! I haven’t written in a while so I may be a little rusty but I’m getting there! Sorry it’s been so long and thanks for sticking with us! Love you guys! :)

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Just wanted to stop in and tell Robs (and Maddie!) that you both have come such a long way, like, holy crap. From the incident with Emily and now Robs being a senior in high school!! Y'all are freakin' amazing, really. Keep it up!! ♥

Aw, thank you so much! This is so sweet. We have both come a long way since the Emily thing and I am so so so grateful for Maddie and all of you for supporting me after the incident and still continuing to follow us despite our absence. Again, thank you so much. This means a lot.  

PS. Maddie and I are both in our first year of college actually, and I just finished my first semester! :) So yeah, it’s been a long ride. 

PPS. I will start posting soon, just getting everything settled :) 

-Robs