#Chris Evans Holiday

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Mɪss Aᴍᴇʀɪᴄᴀɴᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ Hᴇᴀʀᴛʙʀᴇᴀᴋ Pʀɪɴᴄᴇ

Relationship: professional tight end!Ari Levinson x pop superstar!fem reader

Words: ~3.7k

Summary: You and Ari bring in the holiday season with your own special celebration.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (m receiving oral sex, f receiving oral sex, daddy kink, unprotected p in v sex, dumbification, multiple orgasms) celebrity lifestyle, America’s sweethearts, 6’7” Ari. SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: an early Christmas gift for all you lovelies!! I think it’s painfully obvious what this fic was inspired by and I’m not even a little embarrassed about it. They’re too cute!

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You waved exuberantly to the crowd as your float rolled past them, the cold autumn sunlight filtering through the skyscrapers and making the sequins all over your dress sparkle. It was absolutely freezing, but you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling like an idiot. Not only had your tour ended up being even more successful than you had ever thought it could be, you finally got to realize your dream of singing in the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade.

Of course, there was something else that had you smiling like an idiot for the past few months. As soon as you got close to the parade’s end at 34th Street you could see him in the stands, holding what may have been the most adorable homemade sign you had ever seen while surrounded by a bunch of screaming tween girls. He was easy to spot since he was six feet seven inches, which made it even cuter each time he had to bend down to answer one of their questions until they all started squealing. Ari was your big, burly, all American man but also perhaps the softest teddy bear on the planet.

When they all saw you they started screaming, and you beamed back at them, laughing when Ari lifted a little girl onto his shoulders so she could see better. Yeah, he was too cute for you, everything the man did made your ovaries flutter. It was hard not to just give him moony eyes all through your performance, but you managed to share your attention with the other fans as you sang your new Christmas song. Your cheeks hurt from smiling so much once you were finished performing, like they did every time you saw your beefcake of a man.

Backstage was a zoo but when was it not. Assistants flurried around you as they helped you out of your intricate costume. By the time a large, warm hand slid around your waist you were down to nothing but your bra and some leggings. It’s not like Ari cared about that, though.

“Hey princess.” Ari beamed when you squeaked before turning around to look up at him. “You were amazing.”

“Staaaaaaaahp…” you giggled when he bent down to kiss the tip of your nose, batting your hands at his chest when he teased his hands under the hooks of your bra. “Ari! We only have a few minutes before we have to go to your game, I don’t want your teammates teasing you about being whipped by your superstar girlfriend again.”

“Baby, if I minded their teasing I wouldn’t be dating you.” He kissed your nose once more before pulling your sweater over your head. “There, ready to go in record time.”

“Ari… Ari!” You shrieked with laughter when he flung you over his shoulder and slapped your ass a few times, your face heating up as he got closer to the doors and outside where you knew a pack of paparazzi were waiting to catch the two of you. “Ari!!!”

“Calm down, princess.” He dropped you to the ground and kissed you so deeply you couldn’t breathe for a second, then opened the doors and led you outside with your hand in his even though you were blinking and stumbling like a newborn baby deer. “I feel like they would have thought it was cute.”

“Maybe.” You waved at a few of the paps and made sure they got a good shot of you kissing Ari’s cheek before stepping into the limo. “They do seem to enjoy how much bigger than me you are.”

“Do they now?” Ari pulled you into his lap and started pressing kisses all over your face. “I also enjoy it an incredible amount.”

“Yeah, I bet you do, teddy bear.” You giggled when he leaned back and his face was covered in glitter. “Oh, I think your teammates are still gonna tease you…”

“What? Why?” Ari furrowed his brow until you held up a compact so he could see himself. “Yeah they might.”

“My poor teddy bear.” You pouted and wiggled a little bit in his lap before you began to slide down to the floor between his legs. “How can I ever make it up to you?”

“Yeah, princess, I’m not sure getting glitter all over my dick is gonna keep them from teasing me… ow!” He guffawed when you pinched his thigh before starting to drag his zipper down. “But whatever, I don’t care.”

You hummed in agreement before pulling his thick cock out of his pants and licking a heavy stripe up the underside of his shaft, keeping your eyes fixed on his when you wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked softly. Ari groaned when you swirled your tongue around him, cupping your cheek gently for just a few seconds before curling it around your throat. The sensation of his fingers pressing against your carotid was one you welcomed, your eyes fluttering closed as you started bobbing your head up and down.

Every time you gave him head you marveled at just how huge he was; how he towered over you when you were on your knees; how your jaw ached as you stretched it as wide as you could; how even after so many months you still sometimes had to fight the urge to heave when he slid down your throat. His grip on your throat tightened as you started gagging around him, guttural grunts and murmurs falling from his lips as your drool slid down his shaft until it was covering his balls. Ari’s face was getting flushed as you kept going, and when he leaned forward and braced his massive thighs on either side of your shoulders you could have fainted.

His free hand gripped the edge of the seat until his knuckles turned white when you brought your own hand up to fondle his balls, his gaze intense and full of affection as his thumb stroked your throat. He throbbed and twitched in your mouth as you brought him closer and closer, the taste of his precum coating your tongue before you swallowed him to the root again. You whimpered when he swelled even larger, your eyes beginning to water as you breathed deeply through your nose and gulped around his massive cock.

When he finally came down your throat you sighed, watching his face screw up and then relax as he let out a primal groan. Ari looked so good when he came, the way every muscle in his body would tense up for just a few moments before he would sag and breathe easily as he gazed at you with a sense of possession. You made sure to keep your lips wrapped tightly around his cock as he started to pull out, slurping up every drop of his cum until he slid out of your mouth with a pop.

“Not a spot of glitter on your dick, teddy bear.” You beamed at him as you licked your lips clean, purring when he cupped your chin lovingly.

“No, just all over my pants.” Ari couldn’t help but laugh about it, especially when you spluttered and tried to wipe it off but only made it worse. “Princess, it's fine. No ones going to notice.”

“They have flashbulbs, Ari!” You whined when he tucked himself back in and pulled you up to sit next to him. “Oh my god…”

You didn’t have any more time to worry before the limo came to a stop, squeaking and feeling yourself getting hot again as Ari helped you out of the limo. Thank goodness the man practically ran as he led you towards the team entrance, not giving the press a chance to pick up the sparkly evidence of you fellating him that was all over his pants. Even though he had to go warm up he still took a minute to say goodbye to you, kissing you several times before heading to the locker room while you waved adorably.

He was definitely falling head over heels for you, and he didn’t even care who knew it. There was definitely an unbelievable amount of teasing in regards to the glitter on his crotch and in his beard, but it was good hearted. All of his teammates could tell how happy he was, so even the barbs about him being a kept man for the rest of his life were filled with that sort of friendly affection that old friends shared.

There was also the fact that he seemed to play exponentially better whenever you were in the stands. Analysts were quick to point out that whenever you were watching him play he tended to double his receiving yards, it even became a little joke among the sports commentators. What could he say, he liked to show off for his girl. As soon as he ran onto the field with the rest of the team and saw you cheering on the Jumbotron he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest.

The trend continued. Maybe it was because every time he caught a pass or made a touchdown he could look up and see you screaming your adorable head off on the Jumbotron, but he managed to set a new personal record for receiving yards. Over a hundred yards by the fourth quarter as well as two touchdowns, and he could tell you were proud by the way you were jumping up and down in the box. Yes, he was extremely tired and extremely sore after so much effort, but the smile on your face made it more than worth it.

Ari couldn’t shower and get dressed fast enough. He definitely got some exasperated looks from the rest of the team when he left them to give all the post-game interviews, but it was hard to care when he knew you were waiting for him. As soon as he stepped out of the locker room you were right there, squealing happily and telling him how amazing he was while he lifted you off your feet to kiss you like a fiend. It was hard to control himself around you, but he managed to keep from feeling you up as you made your way to his car.

He couldn’t keep from feeling you up once you were in the Impala though. Every time he came to a light his hand was on your thigh or your waist, and when he heard your tiny little sighs he growled in response. You were starting to squirm in your seat too, and he knew exactly what that meant.

“Tell me how wet you are, princess.” Ari tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and toyed with the hem of your skirt while he waited for the light to change. “C’mon baby girl, I’ve been waiting all day.”

“Teddy bear…” you squeaked when he pinched the inside of your thigh and felt your face starting to get hot again. “Sorry, Daddy. I’m so wet, Daddy, my panties are sticky.”

“Yeah, I bet they fucking are.” He grumbled when the light changed and he had to focus on the road again. “Show me.”

“Yes Daddy.” Your heart was pounding in your ears as you slid your panties down your legs and hung them from the rear view mirror, wiggling even more when the air cooled the wetness that was between your legs.

It took all his restraint not to reach out and press them against his face. Yeah, he would have crashed the car, but dying with your scent filling his lungs was the way he wanted to go. He stopped himself just in time, though he did suddenly find himself speeding through traffic faster than the law allowed. When he finally pulled into the hotel’s garage he dragged you after him and lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist, leaving your panties dangling from the mirror without thought.

“Fuck, I need you real fucking bad, princess.” Ari’s lips vibrated against yours as he growled with lust. “I haven’t had your pussy in almost thirty-six hours, it’s killing me.”

“I know, I don’t like it either, Daddy.” You wound your arms around his neck as he carried you to the elevator. “Feel so empty without you.”

“I know, and it’s a damn crime.” He nipped at your chin as the elevator rose to your floor, grateful that no other guests decided to join you as he was pretty sure your ass was hanging out of your skirt. “My poor baby girl.”

You could only moan in agreement when the elevator arrived at your floor, giggling when Ari poked his head out first to make sure there was nobody in the hall before he started towards your room. While he worked on the door you nibbled on his ear, writhing against him and whining until you were in the room and he threw you onto the bed. Ari grinned at you as he ripped his shirt off and undid his pants, giving you a few mischievous growls and barks before pouncing on you.

Even when he was domming you he was still so soft and sweet, calling you his good girl and pretty princess while he kissed your neck and peeled your clothes off your body. The way he looked at you once you were naked made everything below your waist clench, especially when he growled at you like a hungry bear who was going to eat you alive. Then he leaned down to pull your legs over his shoulders and do just that.

“Daddy! Oh god…” Ari just grunted against you in response as he ran his tongue all over your pussy until you felt dizzy. “Mmm, ‘s so good.”

Ari knew it was good, he fucking loved making you turn into a panting, whimpering mess with your eyes rolled back in your head. It made him feel like a god. Those cute little noises and the way your thighs squeezed his head while he drank his fill from your cunt made him purr like a jungle cat. You were so sweet and so creamy, and the way your little pussy would pulse against his lips made his cock get so painfully hard he had to start grinding it against the bed.

His tongue parted your pussy lips so he could push it inside you and you had to kick your feet so you didn’t lose it completely. They thumped against his back as he started to gently fuck you with his mouth, your breathing starting to get heavier and heavier as every muscle in your body grew tight. Every single time he ate you out he managed to bring you to the edge so fast it was unbelievable, and tonight was no different. You were trembling underneath him, your eyes already starting to flutter and your toes curling while his beard rubbed your sensitive folds raw.

When he pulled his tongue out of you and started sucking on your clit that was it for you. You sobbed his name and arched off the bed as you gushed sweet juices all over his face. He reached his hands up to massage your breasts and that just made it more intense, tears rolling down your face and your fingers yanking on his hair while he kept sucking and squeezing until you couldn’t breathe.

“That’s my good girl.” Ari was grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he sat up between your quivering legs. “Fuck, you look so fucking pretty after you come, princess. You think you’re ready for Daddy’s big dick, honey?”

“Mmhm.” You licked your lips and gave up trying to catch your breath when he yanked his pants down and kicked them away so you could finally see him in all his naked glory. “Want it so bad, Daddy.”

“Daddy knows, princess.” He moved slowly as he crawled on top of you, his massive body completely covering yours and making your pussy start throbbing even harder. “You just relax and let Daddy take care of you, baby girl.”

You nodded and drew in a shuddering breath when he reached between the two of you to start rubbing your clit as he lined himself up. Ari hooked your knees over his hips to keep you wide open for him, his eyes fixed on your face for any sign of pain or discomfort as he started to push inside you. Even though he wanted to just drive his cock deep and fuck your brains out, he was painfully aware of your size difference and if he ever hurt you he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself. He could tell you were just as hungry for him, beaming at you when your hands clawed at his massive biceps when he finally got halfway in.

It felt like it took an hour, but when his hips finally met the soft flesh of your thighs you moaned and wiggled happily underneath him. Your body was slick with sweat and glowing, and he’d never seen anything more beautiful. Ari gripped your hands and pinned them above your head as he started to move, his lips ghosting against your throat when you whimpered at the feeling of his cock stretching you so wide it burned. You loved it, though, murmuring nonsense words of encouragement under your breath and locking your ankles at the small of his back.

When Ari really started to move you almost fainted, arching your body to meet his and whimpering when he sucked on your ear. He had hardly even gotten going before you were moaning and whining in his ear, your body spasming underneath him as you came for the second time and felt your muscles turning to jelly. Your pussy was so slick that Ari couldn’t stop himself from starting to slam into you, not that you minded. His breath was hot as he grunted against the sensitive skin of your throat, his lips and teeth leaving a trail of bruises in their wake while he shoved his cock so deep inside you you could swear you saw god.

Even though he had well and truly fucked you stupid he couldn’t stop murmuring sweet praises for you under his breath. Every ‘good girl’ or ‘pretty baby’ just made you slip further and further into the rosy haze of multiple orgasms as he wrung another one out of you. At some point he had rolled the two of you so your were laying on top of him, but it’s not like you could actually ride him in your fucked out state. So Ari was just holding your waist and moving you up and down on his cock like his own personal cocksleeve, grinning up at you the whole time and telling you how good and tight your pussy felt while you whined and drooled all over yourself.

“C’mon baby girl, you want it?” The teasing tone of his voice was still full of affection when you hiccuped as he fucked yet another intense orgasm out of your body. “Daddy needs to hear his princess say she wants his cum or I’m just gonna end up fucking you all night, and I’m not sure you could handle that, baby.”

“Mm-mm… Daddy…” you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, crying softly as you rested your face in the crook of his shoulder as he continued to drive up into you. “Please come inside my pussy, please. I want it, Daddy.”

“That’s my good girl.” Ari kissed the top of your head and gave a lewd grind of his hips, chuckling into your hair when you shuddered with another climax. “Can’t say no to you, princess.”

Your eyes fluttered closed when you felt him swell and throb inside you, a low whine escaping from you when you felt the first hot, sticky spurt of his seed shooting inside your pussy. Ari held you close as he filled you to the brim, his big hands rubbing your hips while his body rolled under yours and he let out one of those yummy groans he always made when he got to come inside you. When you finally came to you were still on top of him, only barely able to lift your head and beaming at the sight of his face flushed red as he struggled to come back down.

“Hiiiiiii teddy.” You scrunched up your face adorably when he grinned at you and kissed your forehead. “I’d say that was a pretty good way to kick off the holiday season.”

“I’m gonna have to agree with you there, princess.” His thick fingers trailed along the curve of your spine and you felt like you could fall asleep just like that. “Definitely gonna have to keep it up. Speaking of holidays, though, I may have gotten you an early present, since we’re gonna be apart next week.”

“A present? Ari!” You squeaked and giggled when he reached towards the nightstand without letting you climb off him, shivering when the change in position made him rub right against your over sensitive clit. “That still gives you three weeks until Christmas, silly.”

“Well fuck me for wanting to spoil my girl.” He kissed all over your face and pulled out a small velvet box. “I know how much you like statement jewelry, so I figured the statement for this one could be just how smitten you are with your beefy football player boyfriend.”

“Ari… oh my god!” You sat up so fast when he opened the box you almost fell off him, grinning like an idiot when he caught you at the last second and steadied you while he showed you the ring. “It’s so big and sparkly!”

The moonstone in the ring was at least fifteen karats, and surrounding the center stone was a chain of labradorite that glittered under the low lights in the hotel room. As soon as he placed it on your right ring finger you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing his face over and over and squealing with happiness.

“Everyone is gonna think we’re getting married now, teddy bear.” You rested your head against his chest once you made sure every inch of his face had been kissed at least once.

“Well, not quite yet, princess.” Like he hadn’t known the moment you said yes to a second date with him that he was going to marry you.

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Coming Through To Drop My Babies Some Christmas Gifts🥰💖...

Hello, my love bugs!

I'm finally dropping in to spread some holiday cheer! Not only have I come to tell my lovelies Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays, but I also come bearing gifts, my babies! 🎁

As you all know, I love some Rio and Angel Reyes down—amongst many others. Choosing one of these lovely men to bring holiday magic to life was too hard. So, instead of picking one, I embraced a common holiday theme and created something festive for each character/actor, adding a unique flair and twist.

Introducing:

A Season of Love Series: Christmas Edition🎄♥️✨

Step into a world of holiday magic, where love takes center stage and the spirit of Christmas brings hearts closer than ever. In this enchanting series, follow beloved characters as they navigate tender moments, heartfelt surprises, and simmering romance under the twinkle of festive lights. From thoughtful gifts to cozy traditions, each story captures the joy, laughter, and passion that make the season unforgettable.

Though these stories are short and sweet, I truly hope you enjoy them. It’s been a good little minute since I’ve written for these babies, so hopefully, I’m not too rusty! Also, sorry if anything feels a tad bit repetitive. Many couples participate in the same types of activities during the holidays, and I wanted to keep the vibes cozy and real.

Thank you for all your love and support—I wrote this series with you in mind, and I hope it leaves you smiling, swooning, and full of holiday cheer.

Happy reading and happy holidays, my loves! 🎄✨

The Masterlist is beneath the cut. If you're tagged, prepare for your notifications to go a lil crazy🥰🫶🏾!

"A Season of Love Christmas Series 🎄♥️"

"A Cozy Christmas Gift🎄♥️" - Manny (Mayans MC).

"A Gift of Love🎄♥️" - Manny (Mayans MC).

"Beneath the Fairy Lights✨🎄♥️" - Rio (Good Girls).

"Silent Nights, Steady Hearts🎄♥️" - Jay Halstead (Chicago PD).

"A Love as Warm as Christmas🎄♥️" - Kevin Atwater (Chicago PD).

"Under the Mistletoe and Moonlight🎄♥️" - Angel Reyes (Mayans MC).

"Shadows and Starlight✨🎄♥️" - Simon (Ghost) Riley (COD).

"Home for Christmas🎄♥️" - Captain John Price (COD).

"Riding Home for Christmas🏍️🎄♥️" - Jax Teller (SOA).

"A Time to Remember🎄♥️" - Miguel Galindo (Mayans MC).

"Wrapped in Love🎁🎄♥️" - Chris Evans.

"Home For The Holidays🏠🎄♥️" - Pablo Schreiber.

"A Christmas to Remember🎄♥️" - Yahya Abdul-Mateen II.

"Moments to Cherish🎄♥️" - Austin Butler.

"Sparkle and Joy✨🎄♥️" - Kofi Siriboe.

"The Gift of Hopes and Dreams💭🎄♥️" - Deacon Kay (SWAT).

Tagging some of my lovelies:

@darqchilddaydreamz @astoldbychae @sunshine-flower

@starrynite7114 @ravennaortiz @rio-reid-whoreee

@amorestevens @1andonlytashae @novaniskye @that-one-anxious-mango @percosim @olyvoyl @phoenixhalliwell @prettyyybrownroundd @realhotgurlshit @unapolageticallyb

[justsomerandomfanfic]

It's A Date - Jack O'Malley X Female Reader

Title: It's A Date

Jack O'Malley X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Santa Claus (Nick), Callum, Garcia, M.C (Mrs. Claus) (Mentioned), Dylan (Mentioned), Zoe (Mentioned), Gryla (Mentioned), the Reindeer (Mentioned), and Christmas elves (Mentioned)

WC: 3,485

Warnings: Post-canon movie events, mentions of slight family difficulties, magic, very brief mentions of canon kidnapping, banter, teasing, flirting?, confessions, nicknames, italics, mini angst?, fluff

As soon as you heard that your father had been kidnapped, you made your way to the North Pole as fast as you possibly could. Though, it was a bit difficult. Being Santa Claus’s daughter, some might have thought that it would be easy traveling from place to place. Santa was able to visit all the good children in the world with presents in one night, why couldn't you - his own flesh and blood daughter - be able to get to the North Pole after you heard he got kidnapped? 

It was simple really- actually, no, it wasn't that simple. 

Your relationship with your magical gift-giving Christmas spirit Kris Kringle father wasn't as cheery and jolly as some people might have thought. You loved him dearly, and he loved you, but your opinions and ideas clashed periodically. Not often, but it still happened. And it did usually end with you leaving the room and hiding out somewhere else for a couple of days. You’d just either stay with Cal or Garcia, really. 

However, you wanted to go out and see the world, to keep a long story short. For more than just a night of gift-giving, and more than just the mall in Philadelphia. You wanted to walk the streets, shop at the stores, make more friends… In all honesty, you wanted to move out. 

That's where you and your father differed. While you wished to live among the humans, your father wished for you to stay with him at home and help him and your mother. He didn't want you to leave. Your place was with the team, with your friends, with your family. Who else would be the head of the gift wrapping department?

To be honest, you were tired of gift wrapping. Who wouldn’t be?

No, you didn’t lose your Christmas spirit, nor did you lose your love for it. You just wished for a change of scenery. You wanted to experience something new. And finally, at the age of sixty - to humans you looked as if you were in your early twenties - and after some consistent begging, your father allowed you to join the human world. 

You packed up most of your belongings; clothes, helpful gadgets, and whatnot before you headed off. You found yourself in California, enjoying the sun and the heat - polar opposites from the cold and the snow that you were so used to. You had gotten a job, made friends, got a place to live - a nice apartment, close to the mall, a toy store, and a library. You were enjoying your life, you were enjoying the world around you. And you always made sure to visit your family and friends in the North Pole during the holidays. 

However, this all came with a price…

You had noticed that the longer you stayed in the human world, away from the safety of the North Pole, the more you felt your powers draining… You could still teleport through toy stores, see the magic of the holiday, and a few others things… But there was just something… Off.

Anyway, getting back to it, when you got the call from Zoe that your father had been kidnapped mere hours away from Christmas Eve, you almost dropped your coffee. 

You rescheduled everything you had for the next week or so, not knowing what was fully happening. All Zoe said was that your father had been kidnapped and to come to the North Pole as soon as possible. 

When you arrived, you were greeted by your mother who quickly enveloped you in her arms. She explained everything to you, seeing how you were sputtering questions out left and right. Was he alright? What about Christmas? What happened? Is everyone okay..? 

You sat with your mother in the control room, waiting impatiently as the sun slowly began to rise. You knew that she said that he was okay, that he was alive and breathing, but you had to see him to be sure. 

As word spread that he was landing soon, you ran all the way to the landing bay, fiddling with your hands in front of you as you waited. The sight of the reindeer and sleigh made you let out a deep sigh of relief. The eight, large reindeer galloped to a stop, huffing and shaking their heads after a long run around the entire world, and previous fight with Gryla. You noted to yourself to make sure that they had gotten more carrots, and pets. 

Speeding your way over to the sleigh, your eyes landed on the two new people, then Cal, then to your father. His eyes met yours, the grin resurfacing as he hopped off the sleigh and opened his arms out to you. You pursed your lips, narrowing your eyes into a glare before punching him in the shoulder. 

He let out a mix between an ‘ow’ and a chuckle. He knew you weren't angry at him, he knew that you were just worried about him. “Good to see you too.”

You rolled your eyes before falling into his arms. Hugging him tight, you squeezed your eyes shut. Pulling back, you looked up at him with a smile, “You better be okay.” Your eyes then landed on Callum, and you gave him a nod, before you then spotted the two strangers. Your head tilted to the side as you looked at the two curiously. “You're new.” 

“Ah,” Your father spoke up, “This,” He gestured to the man and the young teenager with a hand, “This is Jack, and his son, Dylan.” He introduced you to them, “They - along with Cal - saved me. And Christmas, along with it.”

You raised an eyebrow, you turned your gaze to your father, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Cal spoke up, hoping off the sleigh, “Couldn't have done it without them.” He gave Jack and Dylan a grateful grin before looking back at you. “Welcome back, kid.” He raised his hand, ruffling your hair teasingly, making you huff and jokingly hitting his hand away before he began to leave the landing bay. 

“Well,” You began, walking over to the two humans that saved your dad. “Thank you for saving him. I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.” 

“Hey,” Your father interjected, “I can take care of myself, you know.” 

You sighed, nodding, “Yeah, sure, sure. Why don't you go get something to eat? You must be hungry.” You suggested, looking back over at the man as he let out an amused sigh of faux defeat, his hand going up in the air briefly before he began to walk away.

“Hey, Dylan!” You heard your dad yell, your head turning to see him at the stairs, a wide grin plastered on his face. “Want to see how the tinsel is made?”

With a grin and within a flash, the teenager Dylan ran past you, running up the stairs with your dad. You sighed, rubbing your cheek as you raised your gaze to meet the man in front of you. 

“Jack, right?” You offered out your hand to him, smiling almost bashfully. “Thank you again for your help. I truly appreciate it. You have no idea. And, sorry for the trouble.”  

Jack’s grin widened as he took your hand into yours, shaking it, “Yeah, it’s Jack. Jack O'Malley. And you don't need to thank me or apologize, miss…”

“Claus,” You grinned, not even minding how your hand was still shaking his, “Y/N Claus.”

~~~

Jack stood at the small cabin home at the near center of the North Pole. The place where it all began. Leaning against the glass railing, he stared at the old factory but he was lost in thought. 

For the past couple of days Jack had been staying at the North Pole as Nick’s special guest, allowing him to stay and roam about the North Pole as a huge thank you for saving him and Christmas. Jack was surprised that Nick trusted him enough not to steal anything, but Jack knew better - he learned his lesson, he wouldn’t steal from Father Christmas.

He was more than happy to stay for a couple of days, he wanted to know more about the process. It also gave him the chance and the excuse to spend more time with you.

Santa Claus's daughter…

He wasn’t expecting Santa to have a daughter. And he definitely wasn’t expecting Santa’s daughter to be so gorgeous. Yeah, Santa was ripped, but still, he wasn’t expecting it… 

Anyway, you gave him a proper tour of, well, almost everything; showing him the tinsel room, toy room, gift wrapping room, but at some point, you both found yourselves wandering outside. Feet stepping upon the snow-covered ground, snowflakes sprinkling from the sky, falling onto your hair and eyelashes. Conversation and questions quickly diverted from toy making and Christmas, to each other.

And the more time he spent with you, over the passing days, the more he was beginning to really like you. Like a lot. A lot more than he had expected. But how does one even go about asking the daughter of Santa Claus out on a date? 

He was conflicted. Staring at the small factory, he wondered if you'd even go for a guy like him. A level 4 naughty-lister. Well, he didn't know if he was on the naughty list anymore, but still. He was conflicted. He wasn’t… Well…

“Hey,” The deep voice beside him startled Jack slightly as he snapped his head to the side, eyes immediately landing on Nick. 

Jack cleared his throat, turning back to the small factory, “Oh, hey,” He copied. 

There was a moment of silence before Nick spoke up again, “Something on your mind?” He asked and Jack shook his head, a nervous chuckle leaving him.

“Oh, no, no,” He chuckled out, “Just admirin’ the architecture.” Nick hummed, and Jack could tell that he didn't believe him. “I'm tellin’ the truth. The, uh,” He waved a hand in the air towards the building vaguely, “The archway has good detailin’.”

Nick glanced over at Jack, “You know, not only do I have the power of knowing when children are sleeping and when children are awake, but I have the incredible talent of knowing when people are lying.” His grin widened as he noticed Jack shuffle nervously in place from his side view.

He sighed, his eyes flickering to parts of the factory's exterior. He didn't know if it was the chill in the air or if his cheeks were always this warm. “So, I-” Might as well rip off the bandage, “I…” Nope, moment gone. He lost his confidence.

Nick hummed once more, nodding as he looked at his old factory. “You know… She likes you too.”

“What?” Jack’s gaze snapped back over at the centuries old man, his eyes wide, both in confusion and surprise. “Who?”

Nick chuckled softly, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he clasped his hands behind his back. “Oh, come on, Jack. You think I don’t see the way she looks at you? Or how your face lights up whenever she’s around?”

Jack’s jaw opened and closed - like a fish out of water - he was trying to form words, but none of them were really sticking. “I- what? No,” He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. “That’s- she doesn't-”

Nick raised a single brow, the weight of his centuries of wisdom practically radiating off of him. “She does,” He said plainly, his tone teasing but still sincere.

Jack ran a hand through his hair, letting out a nervous chuckle. “C’mon, she’s Santa Claus’s daughter. She’s your daughter. And I’m...” He trailed off, gesturing at himself like that explained everything. Jack hesitated from saying anything more, his fingers tightening into fists at his side. But, Nick understood. 

Nick crossed his arms, “And you’re what? The guy who helped save me and Christmas? The guy who stepped up when it mattered most? Who didn’t up and leave when things got tough or possible death was on the line? Jack, you’re more than you give yourself credit for.”

Jack blinked, taken aback by the somewhat sudden praise. “I mean… I guess I did help,” He muttered, his tone softening.

Nick’s smile widened, “Not just help - you made a difference. You’ve got a good heart, Jack. That’s what matters. And if you think she doesn’t see that, then you’re not giving her enough credit either.”

Jack swallowed hard, the lump in his throat refusing to budge. He nodded slowly, his lips pressing into a faint, nervous, and unsure smile. And Nick didn’t need to fully spell anything out, the unspoken message was clear - he wasn’t going to stand in Jack’s way if he went forth and asked you out. 

“Thanks, Nick,” Jack finally said, only for the big man in question to clap him on the shoulder, a hearty chuckle leaving him.

“Call me, ‘Dad’, Jack,” He said with a wink, “Y/N should be over in the gift wrapping department. Now, go on. The cocoa won’t drink itself.” He said before strolling off, leaving Jack alone with his thoughts and a glimmer of hope.

Did he just get Santa Claus’s blessing?

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Jack may have gotten a bit lost, but he was able to find ‘The Gift Wrapping Department.’ The golden plaque above the double doors made him sigh with relief. However, that relief was not enough to still his racing heart. It thudded in his chest as he stood there for a moment, trying to shake the nerves creeping up on him, making his skin prickle.

With a deep breath, he pushed open one of the doors to the room, the faint scent of peppermint and wrapping paper came wafting out at his face as he stepped inside. The place was bustling, elves darting back and forth with rolls of ribbons and sheets of colorful, festive wrapping paper. In the center of the chaos, however, was you.

You were leaning casually against a worktable, locked in an intense game of rock-paper-scissors - very fitting, Jack thought - with Garcia, the polar bear. “Alright, ready? Rock, paper, scissors!” Garcia exclaimed, only to lose with a loud groan when you threw scissors against his paper.

“Yes!” You cheered, pumping a fist in victory. “That’s three in a row, Gar. Admit it, I am the reigning champion.”

Garcia huffed, crossing his bear arms, “I demand a rematch later. There is now way you’re that good at this game.”

Jack couldn’t help but grin as he leaned against the doorframe, amused. “Rock-paper-scissors champion, huh?” He finally spoke up, drawing your attention.

You looked up at him, your eyes lighting up in a way that made his chest tighten. “Oh, hey, Jack!” You said, your smile widening as you spoke, “Don’t tell me you’re here to challenge my title, too.”

Garcia huffed as he walked past the both of you, giving Jack a playful punch on the shoulder. “Good luck, buddy. You’re gonna need it,” He teased before heading off to another part of the room.

Jack winced, rubbing his shoulder. “Ow,” He muttered under his breath, shooting a half-hearted glare at Garcia’s retreating back. “Thanks, Garcia,” Jack deadpanned but when his gaze flickered back to you, he couldn’t help but grin, the sting now forgotten. “Nah, I wouldn’t stand a chance. Nick- er, your dad- said that you might be here. Thought I’d come find you.”

“Well, you found me,” You said warmly, “What’s up?” Jack opened his mouth to respond but stopped short, the words catching in his throat. For a guy who was usually quick with his wit, he found himself completely thrown off by the way that you were looking at him - patient, curious, and kind. You tilted your head slightly, noticing his hesitation. “Come on,” You said, nodding towards the far side of the room. “Let’s talk in my office. It’s quieter there, less hustle-bustle.”

You led Jack into your office, and he couldn’t help but notice how festive it was. But, it made sense. Twinkling lights were strung across the walls, casting a soft, warm glow over the room. A small tree in the corner was decorated with silver ornaments, and a few carefully placed garlands added to the holiday cheer. The walls were lined with quirky movie posters surprisingly, some vintage and others more recent. One, in particular, caught his eye: a retro ‘Home Alone’ poster. And in the far corner, a small table was set up with a cocoa and coffee station, the rich smell of chocolate and coffee beans filled the air. The atmosphere was cozy, and inviting.

Walking towards the cocoa maker, you glanced over your shoulder, “Cocoa or coffee?” You asked, gesturing to the machine with a mug in your hand. 

“Uh, cocoa, yeah. Thanks.” Jack nodded, that cute smile forming on his lips as he watched you nod and turn back to the machine. With a few taps and switches, the cocoa was steaming from two mugs.

"So," You began, turning to hand Jack his warm mug that had a picture of Santa on it, you leaned against your desk, and Jack joined you, sitting beside you on the said desk. "What did you want to tell me?" You asked, looking up at him as you took a sip from your mug, that said ‘World’s Best Daughter’ on it.

Jack cleared his throat, struggling to focus as the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights played across your face. The gentle light illuminated the curve of your jaw, the slope of your nose, and the sparkle in your eyes, sending a tightness through his chest he couldn’t quite ignore.

“Right,” He muttered, he took a quick sip of his cocoa, and god, it was delicious, “This is amazin’.” He stared down at his cocoa in awe. Not too hot and not too cold. It was perfect. “What is in this cocoa? Christmas magic?”

“No,” You chuckled out, amused, “Just the regular kind we have here. Though I do add a dash of peppermint into my cocoas. I think it enhances the flavor.”

“Oh,” Jack nodded, agreeing, “It definitely does.” He took another sip. “I can’t remember the last time I had cocoa.”

You tilted your head to the side, a couple of our fingers tapping against the side of your mug, “Really?”

“Yeah,” Jack sighed, almost bittersweet, “It’s definitely been a couple of years. I’m a bit more of a coffee guy.”

“I can totally see that,” You smiled warmly, before taking a slow sip from your drink. "A bit of sugar, a dash of creamer." You commented after swallowing. "And just a tiny pinch of cinnamon, maybe?"

Jack grinned at that, a feeling of warmth spreading through him, “Maybe,” He agreed easily, setting down the empty mug. 

You had to admit, Jack was hard to ignore. Tall, with rugged charm that was undeniably attractive. He had this warmth to him that made him easy to talk to, and you couldn’t help but notice how gorgeous he was, especially when he smiled. That grin of his? It was like sunshine breaking through the clouds on a beautiful winter morning. The sight made your heart skip a beat every time. But it also reminded you that you shouldn’t keep staring. 

Clearing your throat, you shifted in your seat so that you could meet Jack’s eyes. Not fully expecting him to already be looking at you. You could feel your cheeks flush under his piercing blue eyes as they held yours. You felt your stomach flip slightly as you reached out a hand, cupping his chin, your thumb brushing along the corner of his lips. "Sorry," You immediately began to feel a wave of nervousness wash over you, "You had a bit of cocoa on you."

You went to drop your hand, but Jack surprised you as he reached up to grab your hand with his; his touch sent a jolt through your body. "Y/N..," He began, and his voice sounded like deep velvet, “Would you want to maybe-” You held your breath, “Maybe get some food sometime? Or… Just hang out.” Jack finally softly blurted out, “I mean, only if you want to.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “Dang it, Jack,” You laughed nervously, “I would love that.” You quickly replied, your heart racing. 

Jack's eyes widened slightly, "Really?... You mean it?"

"Yes!" You chirped, "Of course! I mean I was kind of hoping you'd ask me sooner or later." You admitted softly, biting your lip slightly as you tried to fight away the shy smile that threatened to creep onto your lips.

He let out an exhale he didn't even know he was holding in, relieved. "Oh... Good, cool..." Jack’s grin widened, the nerves melting away as he squeezed your hand gently. "It’s a date then.”

"It's a date." You replied, your smile brightening as you gently squeezed his hand back. 

~~~

(Should I write a part 2?)

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Uhhh, lots of thoughts… lots of thoughts, Essie!

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ari Levinson x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

Warnings/Tags: Ari being a bit naughty… or only his tongue?

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“Mhm, did you taste those?” Ari asks and holds up his thick finger covered in white chocolate with sprinkles on top. He smirks at you, his tongue darts out to lick over his lips and he groans at his own thoughts.

“I know how your fingers taste,” you growl, trying to decorate the cookie perfectly. You wanted to win this little challenge against your boyfriend but he makes it hard with all his naughty thoughts and actions.

He grunts in amusement, shrugging when he dips another finger into the chocolate and then into the sprinkles. “Precious?”

You turn your head to look at him, ready to roll your eyes but before you can do anything you feel his fingers brush over your lips. Ari chuckles, smearing the chocolate all over your lips, using some more sprinkles to put them on top.

“This shouldn’t look that naughty on you, princess,” he groans, leaning forward to lick the chocolate away. You whine softly, wanting to feel his lips on yours but he just licks yours clean and pulls away again. “So needy, aren’t you, precious?”

He laughs softly at your adorable pout, covering his fingers in the white chocolate again. He swipes them above your lips once more, but this time it’s on you to eagerly lick them clean. With a grin at him you cross your arms over his chest.

“Are you also so eager when I paint your pretty lips in my cum? I can put some sprinkles on them too, princess,” Ari moans low in his throat, taking a step closer to you. He leans closer, his lips only inches away from you. “Naughty, such an eager princess. Know you’re a little whore for me, so how about you get on your knees and let me paint your lips with what you love the most?”

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Underneath the Tree

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warnings: Lightly smutty! Minors DNI! Angst and romance mostly

Work count: 1.4k 

Summary: Dating Captain America during Christmas time certainly has its cons, but Steve is always there to make it up to you

a/n: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR SOME OOEY GOOEY HOLIDAY FICS??? I'm so excited for you to read this one. My first time writing Cap! Lots of Christmas fluff! Reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! Love you all <3

There’s a certain amount of Christmas Spirit that is expected from Captain America, that became clear the first year of dating Steve. Tree lighting ceremonies, Christmas parades, children’s hospital visits, charity galas, Christmas parties all across the country. 

Christmas had become a marathon month where you saw less of your boyfriend in person and more of him in glossy PR images. You couldn’t go with him given your full time job. Everybody got a piece of your boyfriend but you. This year you were hoping it would be different, but here you were. decorating the tree by yourself. Partially out of an empty boredom and partially from loneliness that comes this time of year. 

It was nearly midnight when you heard the lock of your apartment click, followed by the clattering chaos of Steve coming in. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, fighting against the noise from entering his bag of presents as well as his shield. 

“Oh, you uh, you already got the tree decorated?” Steve asked, clearly disappointed. You had resisted decorating it for nearly a month. Steve and Bucky chopped down real trees after thanksgiving and it filled the apartment with a wonderful pine scent. You two put the lights on right away, bright multi-colored bulbs that made the room glow yellow, red and blue. But putting up the ornaments was something Steve had wanted to do together. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be together much during the Christmas season. 

So it stood tall and empty in your living room. A gloomy reminder of your lonesomeness most nights. He had promised you two would decorate it before Christmas, but that deadline was fast approaching. 

He had lifted the huge sack of presents over his shoulder. You wanted to laugh seeing him in his Captain America get up, with a Santa hat and presents over his shoulder. He looked adorable but exhausted.  He placed the gifts under the tree and took off his helmet. He ran his hand through his messy helmet hair then turned to you to give you a kiss. 

“Well, it's going to be Christmas in eight minutes. So I figured I had to at least get started.” You said dryly. He sent you a sad smile. 

“Thank you for saving the popcorn at least. It’s the best part of the tree.” He picked up the popcorn garland that he insisted on each year. A throwback to the old-fashioned decorations he loved. He had lost the argument about tinsel but popcorn garland was a mainstay. 

“You should get some sleep Sweetie. You’ve got the ABC Special tomorrow.” Even with the smile on his face, you could see how tired his eyes were. There were dark bags expertly hidden under some TV make-up. He scoffed. 

“What are you talking about? We’ve got to get this place decorated. I promised before Christmas.” He said already starting to get the garland strung up. “Any of the ornaments left? There’s room up at the top of the tree!” 

You smiled at him. Your frustrations and resentment twisted in your stomach. It was nice that he was trying. 

“I saved you the cutest one.” You handed him his personal favorite. Winter Fighter, a bootleg Bucky figure with both arms painted silver and no eyes. It made Steve laugh hysterically when he first saw it. You started to collect them, until you had a tree with nearly only ugly, knock-off Avengers merch. The red and yellow Mcdonald’s looking Metal Hero, Nordic Space Hero who had brushable blonde hair, the twisted plastic face and bulging eyes from the Commander USA ornament.

He hung the remaining ornaments with care. You really didn’t know how he still had the energy. 

“I love Christmas. I always have. For a long time I didn’t really celebrate it because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So I'd filled my calendar with all of this - stuff.  All of December I would get to see so many people and make their Christmas’s special. ” 

“Except I haven’t really been here this year, have I?” 

You shrugged, you didn’t want to fight but you didn’t want to lie either. 

“I’ve seen like thirty Christmas tree lightings this month. But this is the only one that has actually made me feel anything.” 

“Because it's so ugly and cheap?” You joked, lightly elbowing him. He doesn’t laugh, instead he grabbed your arm and brought you into him. He moved his hands to your waist. 

“Because it's ours. I hate that I’ve been away from you so much. I keep celebrating Christmas with everyone except the one person I love most.” His voice broke slightly. You could hear his sorrow. You hugged him

The two of you embraced, you felt tender and vulnerable as you swayed in the soft light of the tree. 

“This is all I wanted this year, just to be with you.” you whispered to him. He squeezed you tighter, you snuggled into his warm chest. 

“Well, I guess there’s still time to return all these...” He sighed, gesturing with his head to the gifts overflowing under the tree.

“Hey!” You grabbed his chin as he chuckled at your indignation. “Let’s not get crazy here. You still have some things to make up for.”  You kissed him again. He tilted his head and parted your lips with his tongue. He gently cupped the back of your head, his other hand going to your hip bringing you tightly against his body.  He pulled his lips away, to lean down and scoop you up in his arms.  You let out a squeal as he swept you up in his arms, placing your arms around his neck.  He brought his lips back to yours as he started to carefully make his way towards the bedroom. 

“Wait, wait!” You cried out. Steve stopped in his tracks, his head tilted to the side. 

“I thought we were making up for lost time?” 

“It’s just…the tree finally looks so good.” You said sheepishly, biting at your bottom lip. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

Steve beamed. He bent down to nuzzle his nose against yours. 

“Yeah Sweetheart, I think it looks great.” He spun around to place you down on the couch instead. He crawled over you, warmth radiating off of him as he boxed you into place. His lips met yours again, slowly moving against yours. His tongue teasing against your lips, asking for entrance. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him closer, you’d missed him so much. You clung to him, hitching one of your legs over his, both of your lips dancing together. 

You reveled in being surrounded by Steve for the first time in weeks. You basked in every part of him. The smell of his cologne, a cedar wood and musk, the sound of his breath hitching as you lift your hips to reach his, the roughness of his calloused hands and the gentleness of his lips. 

“I love you,” he breathed. 

You gazed into his blue eyes, filled with warmth and affection. His beautiful face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the tree. 

“I love you too Steve.” Glancing at the clock, you could see it was past midnight now. “Merry Christmas.”  He glanced over his shoulder at the clock then back down at you. You could tell what was weighing on his mind. He was the Star - Spangled Christmas Man, he had places to be in about six hours. He cracked his neck then eased back down on to his forearms over you. 

“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little sick.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?”  He let out a few performative coughs before burying his head in your neck. He started to slowly press kiss down to the base of your throat. 

“I think I’m far too sick to even think about going out tomorrow. In fact, I think we are going to have to cancel all of my engagements, until the new year.”  He continued his kissing down from your throat to your clavicle.  

“Hmm well if it's that serious sweetheart, maybe you should just stay in bed all day tomorrow.” You suggested. You let out a happy sigh as his lips continued down to your chest. He snaked one hand down your legs, cupping your pussy and snapping your panties off. 

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and you started to push his head further south, which he quickly obliged. 

You knew you couldn't have your boyfriend all to yourself all of the time. But you’ve been very good this year, and you deserved it.

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My God it's content day. The new trailer from Red One.

I am SO excited about the lifesized Rock 'em Sock 'em robots!

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he's like if a person were a christmas romcom movie, it would be Love Actually or The Holiday

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Yuletide

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It's Christmas and you finally have time alone with your super soldier

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I do not write smut y'all. I was blushing all the way through this. Not because of the smut. Because I was writing it. I read things like this all the time. Writing it was an experience! But the idea had to let out and here we are. I'm glad all of these beautiful people's pages exist and help me through this fic. Thank you.

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“Y/N, come here,” Steve calls you from the living room, “What is this.”

You’d spent most of the afternoon making the living room in the rented cabin nestled in the woods feel cozy and inviting. It had been a while since you and Steve had had any time alone together and you wanted to make it special. You found an abundance of candles in the store closets and piled every cozy blanket and pillow over every seating surface and on the floor. You imagined Steve would have you moaning and writhing all over the room and couldn’t wait to feel the soft chunky knit pillows and faux fur blankets on your overstimulated skin. 

You transformed the living room while Steve was outside chopping firewood. While you raced around the cabin for supplies, you stopped for a moment to watch him through a window that looked out over the yard. You felt your breath quicken as he swung the axe up and over his head as if it were nothing, easily gliding through log after log, the large snowflakes steadily falling around him. Something about the steady and repetitive thwack of the axe caused your attention to hone in on the space between your thighs. Nothing about the simple act of chopping wood should have made you feel aroused but your body tingled in all the right places as you watched Steve’s muscles work under the tight, long-sleeved shirt he wore as he worked through the pile of wood. 

When Steve came back in, you’d pretended nothing was going on as he placed the basket filled with the large pile of wood he carried inside. You handed him a steaming hot cup of coffee and diverted him from the living room by telling him you’d started the shower so that it would be nice and warm. He kissed you sweetly and headed off to the shower none the wiser to what you’d been up to. You were supposed to be making Steve an apple pie while you’d been purposefully redecorating. You tried to make up for lost time weaving the lattice top and didn’t hear him as he snuck by, finding your surprise before you had meant to reveal it.

“With the way that snow is coming down out there, I thought we could spend some time together however you’d like,” you said feigning innocence, “You’ve just finished a long mission, Steve. I thought maybe I could help you relax.”

Steve looks around the room, taking in the near fire-starting amount of candles and all the plush items before turning to look at you, “You did all this for me, dollface?”

You nod sweetly in reply and slowly unbutton the thick cable knit cardigan you’d had on to keep warm. Underneath, you had on a cropped wrap top that gently cupped your naked breasts and a long peasant skirt that would easily slip from your body the minute you unbuckled the belt from your waist. You shivered slightly as the warmer material fell to the ground. When you saw Steve's eyes darken as he took in your exposed skin you knew that you’d be warm enough soon. It wasn’t just the sight of your exposed body that was turning his mood. It was the sight of every tattoo on your skin. 

The first time you'd done anything sexual with Steve, he'd paid special attention to the places where your original tattoos were. When you’d met him, you’d only had a few simple, small tattoos. The change in his mood over the few lines of ink surprised you. He gripped your hip almost too roughly where you had an outlined heart. He licked and nipped at your skin with his teeth, alternating between your sensitive nipples and catching your skin just below the swell of your breasts where you had a line of text. His large hands securely held down and stroked your wrist where you had your favorite book quote as he drove into you. Long gone was the good ‘ol boy routine that had swept you off your feet. It was replaced with something primal, darker, and hungry. 

Afterward, he’d asked you about them. It wasn’t just curiosity. Steve wanted to know what they meant. Wanting to know why you got them. Wanted to know how you felt when you were getting them. It made you feel as if he was making sure that your tattoos were not connected to anyone other than you. That was when he confessed to you how much he liked tattoos. Told you about how it made him feel, to see the ink permanently there on someone’s skin. How hard it made him to see something he’d drawn on someone's skin. How uncontrollably he felt when he saw it if he’d put it there himself. How much the idea of permanently marking someone like that turned him on.

He’d confessed how badly he’d wanted one himself but never could because the super soldier serum running through his veins was constantly healing him and erasing any ink he’d put on his skin. You’d asked him if he wanted to do that to you, to mark your skin. That was the first time you’d seen his mood turn like this, a dark lust building in his eyes. They burned with the desire that heated you to your core. He was back on you before you realized, filling your already aching cunt with his quickly hardening cock, his voice several octaves lower cut right through you as he said over and over again ‘yes’, ‘mine’, ‘gonna mark you’, ‘all fucking mine’.

That was when he started lovingly mapping out the tattoos that adorn your skin now...

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Wishing you all a joyful holiday season filled with love, laughter, and warmth! I made this holiday fanfic for Jack O'Malley from Red One to celebrate! (A part 2 might be made, if people are interested!)

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It's A Date - Jack O'Malley X Female Reader - Fluff/Mini Angst - 3.4k

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Happy holidays, Sydney!

Kris! Thank you so much for the sweet treat of Lloyd! Happy Holidays to you too! Sooo, thank you for letting me make it dark, because this gif screamed at me to write some darker stuff again. Hope you enjoy it.

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Lloyd groans as he leans his head back in the seat; he closes his eyes for a moment, running one of his hands over his face. His other hand is placed on the armrest of his seat, fingers thrumming down on the leather while the end of a leash is tightly wrapped around his calloused hand.

He takes a deep breath, enjoying the silence in the jet for a while, finally managing to shut you up. Or at least almost; the tiny whimpers and muffled sobs behind the gag are the only sounds that are audible. But he doesn’t care; they are way more pleasant than your constant screaming at him.

After a moment he sighs and sits up straight, opening his eyes to look down at you. His legs are spread; he’s keeping you trapped in between them, pulling the leash when you try to struggle against him. “Don’t ya think ya look way better on ya knees for me, sunshine?”

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you struggle against him once more. It only results in you being pulled closer to him. Lloyd smirks down at you when your face presses against the prominent bulge in his white pants. He groans, feeling your cheek pressing down on his hard cock, causing some friction.

“Cryin’ like a little girl, where’s the attitude ya had?” Lloyd mocks, bringing his free hand to your head and stroking your hair softly. It’s almost weird how soft and tender his touch is compared to the way he treats you and keeps your face close to his crotch. “Does that collar help ya to know ya place, pumpkin?”

You try to pull away once more, earning an annoyed huff from Lloyd. His mood changes with every wrong movement you’re doing. He asked you to be good, and he won’t hurt you, but you decided to scream and struggle against him, so it has to have consequences.

Your muffled cries turn him on even more, your eyes red and teary while more and more tears roll down your cheeks. Even your saliva, dripping down your chin, makes his cock twitch harder in his tight pants.

“You’re going to be good and do as I ask, or do ya need my dick up your ass to have a reason to scream?” He asks, his eyes darken and glisten dangerously at the thought of his cock up your ass — especially with no preparation.

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head as best as you can. You know damn well what Lloyd is capable of. He grins at you, leaning back and nodding down to his crotch.

“Then better get to work, or I’m gonna help ya, sunshine. And ya won’t like it, so you better be good now,” he says with a stern, dark tone, enjoying the view of you shaking when you bring your hands to his belt to take off his pants like he told you to — he did like half an hour ago, but he doesn’t mind how long it takes you to listen to him; he will make you, one way or the other. His voice gets a bit lower but sweeter. “Next time you’re going to be good, and we can make it pleasant for both of us immediately, love.”

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