#Chris' Christmas

[moonlightchn]

¡𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!

🌗 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 (& 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊)

For: @lunaaofthemoon 🌙

The boxes are neatly placed on top of the Inn's front desk, three of them easily recognizable, brown wrapping paper and thread tying them together.

The other two seem more thought through, colorful wrapping and a fun bow. Traces of a ripped off note.

Chris was just making the other a favor by throwing off his gifts, too, but that didn't mean he'd take away the so-called anonymity of the whole deal. After all, he always said he wasnt there at allm

Chris didn't stick around to wait for Luna.

[mattsnight]

Fb!chris x shy!reader - an inappropriate Christmas gift ! ✧₊⁺

“C’mon, ma, got one more present for you in my room.” Chris smirks, intertwining your hands with his before he leads you down to his room. Today it’s Christmas eve, your favourite time of the year. You couldn’t be more excited to spend this time with your boyfriend and his brothers.

He makes you sit down on the bed with your eyes closed. As you do so he walks over to his closet, grabbing the perfectly wrapped gift with a bow on top. Yeah, he’s really proud of this one. “A’ight… open your eyes.” He stands infront of you, looking into your beautiful eyes. You smile as he hands you the gift, noticing how hard he tried to make it perfect. “C’mon open it.”

You open it.

Shock fills your face as you realise what the gift was. “Is this..” you cut yourself off, a blush flushing over your face. “It’s a controllable vibrator kind of thing.” He sits down on his knees, now staring up at you. You immediately grow tense as you look at it. “Like.. for- me?” You stutter. “It’ll go inside of you and i’ll be able to control it.”

You squeeze your thighs together trying to hide your wetness that’s almost dripping out of you. Chris notices and spreads them back open, putting his elbows on your thighs so you don’t move. “You wanna try it, hm?” You nod desperately, your hands fidgeting with the ends of your shirt. He slides off your shorts and underwear before unboxing the small controllable vibrator. Then, he slides a finger into your warm heat, warming you up first. A small moan leaves your mouth as he adds another finger.

“C-chris..” you manage to breathe out. “Shh doll, just warmin’ up your tight pussy.”

He pulls his fingers out, replacing them with the vibrator. “Shittt, takin’ it so well already..” he leaves kisses on your inner thighs before grabbing his phone. Suddenly, you feel the intensity of the vibrator get really high. “Chris!” You gasp. “Sorry- sorry, wrong button.” He laughs, knowing damn well that wasn’t an accident.

The intensity goes back to a normal level, making you feel extremely good. “Feels really good, chris..” you say before biting your lip. “Yeah, makin’ my girl feel good? Do you want more?” He asks. You nod, putting your hands in your hair. He increases the intensity again, noticing it affects you. “Oh- shit.. ah-“ you whimper out. “Does that feel good?”

“Mhhh… im.. close.”

“Shit this thing makes you cum fast.”

Oh and it really did. You came hard around the vibrator, chris’ name falling out of your mouth. “Chris.. chris.. fuck.” You had cried out.

This gift definitely will come to use more often.

[whor3ing]

𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 | 𝑴.𝑺

Matt Sturniolo!bf x f!reader

WARNINGS : smut, phone sex, talking you through touching yourself, FaceTime, public, established relationship, teasing you at work, lots of dirty talk, tapping it on the screen, mutual masturbation, mentions of breeding! usage of “slut" & "good girl"

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IN WHICH.. You head to work while Matt, who has the day off, decides to make your morning anything but productive—sending you teasing texts, a filthy voice message, and finally calling you, pushing you to sneak away and give in to him.

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word count : 5k ♡

✶ Matt version of Between Words, but it's in public!

00 : Morning After

Matt had barely stirred when you slipped out of bed this morning, mumbling something incoherent before rolling over and burying his face in your pillow.

His hair was a mess, strands falling over his forehead, lips slightly parted as he exhaled slow, steady breaths.

The covers were tangled around his waist, his bare shoulders peeking out from beneath the sheets, smooth and warm under the early morning light filtering through the curtains.

You’d been jealous, just for a second—knowing he got to spend the day wrapped in blankets while you had to clock in for another long shift. He looked so peaceful, so comfortable, his body molded perfectly into the mattress like he belonged there. His lashes fluttered slightly, lips parting as he shifted, pulling your pillow closer like he could still feel the warmth you’d left behind, as if nothing had ever happened.

It was hard not to focus on the feeling of the night before, the argument still lingering in the air between you two, even the make-up sex hadn't fully fixed it.

You hadn’t meant to fight, but somehow, the words had gotten out of hand. You had both said things you didn’t mean, and now, this morning, there was a heavy silence in the room, an uncanny feeling of anger and unrequited love.

But watching him like this, so vulnerable and unaware, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt, even with how annoyed you were.

It would’ve been so easy to slip back under the covers, to press yourself against him and let the morning slip away in slow, lazy kisses, kisses that rung with both forgiveness and love. You’d thought about it—lingering for just a moment longer than necessary, watching the way his fingers twitched slightly against the sheets, like he was dreaming.

But reality had other plans.

With a sigh, you’d forced yourself to move, brushing a kiss over his shoulder before quietly slipping out of the room.

Now, sitting in your car in the parking lot, you can’t help but think about him again—probably still in that same position, arms hugging your pillow, still lost in sleep while you have a full day ahead of you.

You hate how professional you look today, wishing you could just wear something that didn’t remind you of work. The blazer feels too stiff, the fabric scratching against your skin, and the blouse underneath feels tight, like it’s hugging you in all the wrong places. Your slacks aren't any better, they're dark, tailored, and perfectly pressed to you, but not at all comfortable.

Maybe if you’d worn something different—something more comfortable, like his clothes, the clothes you’d had on just a few hours ago when you were tangled in his sheets.

Just as you grab your bag and push the door open, your phone buzzes in the cup holder. You barely glance at it as you step into the warm morning air, figuring it’s just some work notification.

But as you step into the elevator and pull it from your pocket, Matt’s name flashes across the screen.

You sigh, leaning against the back wall as the silver doors slide shut, unlocking your phone. He has the day off—why was he even up this early?

Matt: Mornin’, pretty Matt: Bet you’re already stressed.

Your lips press together, rolling your eyes as you type back.

You: It’s too early for this.

Matt: Too early for what? Conversation? Love? Affection?

You: Too early for your bullshit, Matt

The dots appear almost instantly, and you can practically hear the smirk in his next message.

Matt: Damn. Someone’s cranky

Matt: Almost like she didn’t get properly taken care of again before leaving for work

You freeze, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

You: Matt.

Matt: What? Just saying…

Matt: I woke up alone. Kinda rude, don’t you think?

You swallow, shifting on your feet as the elevator dings, doors sliding open to the familiar hum of the office.

You: You’ll live.

Matt:Yeah?

Matt: Or maybe I’ll just entertain myself

01 : Irresistible Urges

You feel a rush of heat crawl up your neck at his words, your throat suddenly dry with anticipation.

Entertain himself? What the hell does that even mean?

You step off the elevator, trying to shake the sudden nerves, but the thought lingers as you make your way to your desk. The buzzing of your phone in your hand feels like a constant reminder of everything that's waiting for you at home and you can’t help but glance down at the screen again.

The office around you is buzzing with energy, but it’s the kind of quiet, focused energy that only comes with the first few hours of the workday.

The hum of computers and the soft clicking of keyboards fill the space, and the sharp smell of freshly brewed coffee lingers in the air, mingling with the faint scent of printer ink and paper.

The corner of your desk is still covered in the usual clutter—sticky notes with things you’d meant to do yesterday, a picture frame with a smiling photo of you and Matt on a lazy afternoon. The frame is tucked between your coffee mug and your keyboard, a silent reminder of him, even here, even now.

The phone in your hand vibrates again as you settle into your desk and you can’t help but glance down at it.

Matt: Don’t forget about me while you’re pretending to work, wouldn’t want you getting too focused on something else, sweetheart

A moment later, your phone vibrates again. You glance down, the screen showing a picture from Matt.

It’s a photo of him, laying back on your bed, his shirt slightly lifted to reveal the faintest line of his abs, this v-line, and his hips. His hair is still messy from just waking up, and there’s a teasing, almost smirking look on his face, one that makes your stomach tighten.

He’s holding the phone with one hand, the other casually resting on the low waistband of his sweatpants, his black boxers peeking out at you, as if he’s got nothing better to do than send you this.

You quickly glance around the office, your breath hitching when you realize how exposed you are. The last thing you need is someone catching a glimpse of the picture Matt just sent you.

You shove the phone into your lap, pretending to focus on your computer screen, but all you can think about is that damn picture.

The way he looked, so casually teasing you, as if he knew exactly how much it would affect you. Your fingers hover over the keyboard, but every time you think about typing, your mind wanders back to him—his smile, the way his veins ran down his side, trailing to his v-line, just visible enough to make you want more.

Matt: You still there? Or am I distracting you too much?

Your fingers hover over the keyboard again, fighting the urge to respond too quickly. After a moment, you finally reply.

You: You’re distracting me more than you know

You hit send before you can overthink it, your breath heavy as his response comes through almost instantly.

Matt: You’re distracting me too, you know that? I can’t stop thinking about you… About how badly I want to see you again.. how much I fuckin' miss you baby..

You: And who's fault is that?

Matt: Oh, you wanna play that game?

Matt: Pretty sure it’s yours for leaving me all alone this morning. Cold bed, no good morning kiss… felt kinda cruel, baby.

Your breath hitches as another message comes through.

Matt: In fact… I think you owe me. Wanna know how?

You: I’m almost scared to ask.

Matt: Almost? So you’re curious then…That’s cute.

Your thighs press together as you shift in your chair, your eyes darting around the office, making sure no one is paying attention to you.

You: I have work to do, Matt.

Matt: And I have a problem that only you can fix, baby. Laying in your bed, thinking about last night… about you…

Matt: Kinda hard not to, when I can still smell you on my sheets..

Your breath catches, heart pounding as you stare at the screen.

You: Matty…

Matt: Mmm, there it is. That little warning. Like you don’t want me to keep going.

Matt: But you do, don’t you slut?

Another picture comes through. This time, his hand is lower, fingers teasing at the waistband of his boxers, his sweats barely hanging onto his hips.

You inhale sharply, your heart hammering in your ears, echoing through your skull, and before you can even process what’s happening, the screen flashes again.

It’s a voice message.

You press the phone to your ear, putting the volume as low as it can possibly be before pressing play.

The soft crackle of static fills your ear before Matt’s voice pours through—low, smooth, and dripping with sex.

"I can't stop thinking about you.." He pauses, lewd noises spilling from his mouth as he strokes his dick for you over the phone.

"fuckin' bouncing on my cock with your tits out.. god..baby.. yes"

Matt groans, pumping his cock for you, the sound echoing through your head, making your pussy soaked.

"God.. if I was there," He pauses, a whimper escaping his lips. "I would sit right next to you and put my fingers in you now— I don't fucking care I would finger you under your desk and make you come for me in front of everyone—your fuckin' boss, your stupid colleagues... oh fuck.."

The voice message ends abruptly, and for a moment, everything goes still.

His words hang in the air, replaying in your mind, leaving your heart racing. You slowly pull the phone away from your ear, your hand shaking as you try to steady your breath.

It doesn't take much time for your phone to vibrate again, but this time, instead of another teasing text or voice message, Matt’s name flashes across the screen with an incoming call. Your breath catches, fingers hovering over the answer button. You know exactly what he’s doing—pushing you, making the wetness between your legs impossible to ignore.

You glance around, making sure no one is watching, before quickly pressing the phone to your ear.

"Matt," you whisper, voice barely steady.

“Go somewhere,” Matt breathes into the phone, his voice is rough and breathy. the sound of shuffling and wetness coming through the phone as he urgently continues.

“Anywhere. Back to your car. Now.”

Your pulse jumps. “Matt, I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he cuts you off, voice dropping even lower. “C’mon, baby. Be a good girl and listen to me, or i'll fuckin' make you come with me right here."

"God— fuck okay.." you whisper, the words barely leaving your lips before you’re already standing, your legs feeling a little unsteady beneath you, your pussy so wet you can feel it nearly dripping onto your thighs.

You’re so fucking aware of the absolute heat between your legs, the way Matt's voice echoes in your mind, pushing you to do exactly what he wants.

You glance around, making sure no one sees you leave, leaving the hum of the office behind you as you enter the sleek silver elevator doors once again; Matt's groans still pressed to your ear.

Once you reach the parking lot, you slide into your car, your heart thumping in your chest as you slide into the backseat, the cool leather of the seat beneath you making you shiver. You don’t even bother with anything else—just pressing the phone back to your ear and covering the windshield with some random fucking blanket kept in your backseat.

Matt’s voice is immediately there, waiting for you. “Good girl,” he purrs. “I knew you’d listen to me you fucking slutty girl."

His voice drops to a low, husky tone, sending shivers down your spine. "I was thinking about you baby, and I couldn't focus on anything else, I had to fucking stoke this cock for you..I couldn't wait anymore baby."

You feel a warm blush rise to your cheeks as you hear his words through the phone, your pulse beating faster, so loud you can nearly hear it through your ears as you slide off your slacks, pushing them to the floor. "What were you thinking about?"

"Going to work with you... eating you out under your desk while you moan for me, that pussy is so fucking good, I miss fillin' it up with all my come."

"How your back arches when I fuck you so deep," He murmurs, his voice exasperated. "When I tell you to keep bounce that ass on my cock and let go for me.."

His words leave you breathless and full of desire. You can feel your face burning with heat as your back slides against the backseat.

You're so nervous to be in the parking lot like this, but god you can't help but be so fucking slutty, all for Matt.

Your nipples harden against the fabric of your blouse with every word he murmurs, mixed with the rough groans and lewd sounds of his wet cock from through the other end of the line.

His voice is dripping with desire when he talks again, "I miss you, let me see you, baby.. let me show you how I'm stroking this fucking cock for you .."

You smile, pressing the familiar FaceTime button, and as the camera flickers to life, you adjust yourself to fit in frame, the phone propped up against the back of the driver's seat.

Matt's camera flutters to life soon after, and there he is, propped up against the headboard, his phone right on his abdomen, teasing you.

His hair, is tousled and messy as if he's been running his fingers through it since he woke up. The soft light of your shared bedroom and the sun outside of the window catch faint white undertones onto his skin, making him look as if he were to radiate light itself.

His jawline catches the light when he shifts slightly to look closer at you, the shadow of his stubble visible to you as a grin forms at the corners of his mouth, a grin that makes you ache from head to toe.

He shifts slightly, the camera from his phone slipping just enough to tease, his fingers dragging over his stomach. “What, baby? Couldn’t focus? Kept thinking about me all warm in our bed stroking this dick.. while you sat there all tense at your desk?”

Your breath catches, fingers tightening around your phone as you press yourself deeper into the car seat, pressing your thighs together.

Matt smirks, clearly enjoying how worked up you already are. “I bet you kept checking your phone, just waiting for me to text you again,” he taunts, voice smooth and slow, like he has all the time in the world to unravel you. “And when I did? You practically ran out of there.”

He shifts again, the screen still propped up, the smallest view possible of the side of his cock filling the screen, teasing you with what you can’t have. “Look at you now,” he murmurs, voice thick with amusement. “Sitting in your car, squeezing your fuckin' thighs together, trying to pretend you’re not losing your mind over me.”

His fingers find the base of his dick, moving up and down against his shaft as he continues, “Go on, baby. Show me how much you missed me.”

You exhale sharply, your free hand gripping your thigh, trying to keep yourself grounded. “Matt,” you warn, but it comes out weaker than you’d like.

He just laughs, low and smug. “That’s all you’ve got? Just my name?” He tilts the camera slightly, giving you a better view of the way his fingers tease along his stomach, dipping just beneath the sheet before pulling back. “You rushed out of the office for this, didn’t you? Got all worked up at your desk, couldn’t sit still, had to run out before someone saw how flustered you were.”

He pauses, watching you, his voice dropping even lower. “Tell me, baby. Did anyone notice? The way you kept shifting in your chair, biting your lip, staring at your phone like you were desperate for more?”

“Mmm.” He hums, his cock filling the screen as he strokes it just for you, his eyebrows bunching as he groans through his words, “I think they did.” He smirks. “And I think you liked it.”

Matt leans a little closer to his screen, his piercing blue eyes sharpening as he takes you all in. His eyes travel over your frame, lingering for a moment before his lips part slightly, his voice dropping just a bit. "Fuck.. you look so good—so beautiful, angel.."

Matt’s smirk deepens as his eyes fixate on you, a teasing glint in them. “Take off your blouse,” he commands, his voice smooth and demanding. “I want to see you, baby. Now.."

The heat in his words wraps around you, a mix of desire and hesitation flooding your chest. His eyes stay locked on yours through the screen, waiting for you to follow his command.

“Do it slow,” he adds, groaning as the lewd wet sounds from his cock fill the speaker, his voice drops lower, sending a shiver down your spine as he continues, “I want to watch you take it off, piece by piece.”

His gaze intensifies as he leans back, visibly impatient, yet thoroughly enjoying this control he’s got over you. “Come on, baby. You know you want to.”

Adrenaline and desire course through you as you slowly take off your blazer, throwing it onto the seat beside you.

You slowly lift the hem of your blouse, just enough to tease him, right below your breasts, allowing them to peek out, just a little bit. His reaction is immediate—his eyes are glued to the screen, his jaw falling open as he takes in the sight of you. .

You drag your fingers down your body, feeling the slight shiver of anticipation in your fingertips as your hands move instinctively, pulling your shirt off, your tits falling out from underneath his shirt, as you set that beside you too.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful."

Your fingers find your tits, trailing over your nipples, pinching them for him. You can see his smile through the phone as he angles the camera at the base of his cock, capturing every inch of his hard cock for you. Matt chuckles, moving forward only slightly to gently tap his tip directly against the camera a few times, the whole screen flooding with the pink skin of the head of his cock.

"Do you like what you see, baby?" he asks, his voice low and seductive as his cock stands straight up, his fingers beginning to slowly stroke against his rigid shaft.

“Do you like it when I slap this dick on this camera for you, just like how I should be slapping it against your clit while I make you cum for me with my fingers.”

"take those fucking useless panties off baby... let me see all of you."

You slide your fingers between your legs, pushing your panties aside, revealing your wet pussy to Matt. You feel a rush of excitement as you watch him on the screen, his eyes glued to the sight of your bare pussy as his hands work his cock. "Oh fuck, baby.. you're so sexy," he breathes, his fingers moving faster against his cock.

You lean forward, pressing your breasts against the camera, moaning softly as you tease yourself, rubbing your clit against the fabric of your panties.

Matt's voice cuts through the haze of pleasure, "Stop touching yourself, baby. Listen to me—let me have control over you fuckin' slut.."

His words send a shiver down your spine, and you pull your fingers away from your pussy, reluctantly removing them from your clit. You listen intently as he begins to speak, his voice low and seductive.

"Now, I want you to take a deep breath, in through your nose and out through your mouth." You do as he says, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. "That's it, good fuckin' girl.."

His fingers stop on his cock, his hand moving to hold it at the base, angling it towards the camera, all for you to see.

"I want you to imagine my cock is inside you, filling you up, stretching you out. Imagine how good it feels, how tight you are around me—but don't fucking touch that cunt yet, baby.." He pauses, groaning a small whimper escaping his lips, "just think about it— think about me fucking you so deep, think about all of my come inside of you, dripping out while I fuck your needy cunt raw.."

You bite your lip as he speaks, his voice like your own personal drug. You watch as Matt's hand wraps around the base of his cock, pumping it, just for you.

"Mmm, you're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

He moans, biting on his lips as he watches the way you squirm, knowing you can't touch the one place you, really, truly want to.

"You love watching me jerk off over the phone for you, don't you?"

He gives a slight thrust of his hips, his cock twitching in his hand. "I bet you'd love to taste it, wouldn't you? To have my cock in your mouth, down your throat, choking on it as I fuck your face."

"Take your hand and spit in it—oh fuck, make your wet pussy even fuckin' sloppier for me," he moans out, his hand working magic on his cock as he strokes it even faster for you.

You can see so much precum, so much of his spit running down the sides of it with every stroke he makes against his shaft. You can't help but wish that it was your spit, that his precum was deep down your throat, deep in your cunt.

You wish you could run your tongue against the shaft of his dick, you wish his hand could be replaced with yours. You wish it was your mouth he was fucking into instead of his hand, wishing that it was your pussy making him whimper and moan.

He groans as he sees you start to rub your pussy, smiling with his tongue over his teeth as he sees you sink into the seat, spreading your legs up, your fingers working needlessly on your soaking clit.

"Oh fuck," he breathes, his voice thick with need. "I wish I was there with you."

The tip of his cock swells, his shaft hard and rigid, just aching for you, and his hand immediately picks up the pace on his dick as he imagines that it was his hands on you. "I want to breed that needy pussy so bad," he whispers, his voice thick with desire. "I want to rub that fuckin' clit while I fill you up with my cock—god."

He groans, his hips thrusting forward as if he could push his cock through the screen and into you, if only it were that simple.

He leans back, bracing his head against the wall as his hips piston forward, fucking into his hand. "You're such a needy slut," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "You want my cock so bad, don't you?"

"Cmon—be a good fuckin' slut and put your fingers in there for me. Don't pay attention to anything, don't think about how fucking desperate you are to do this in your car with me.. just feel so fuckin' good for me.."

You nod frantically, not hesitating as you moan, taking your fingers and sliding them into your wet pussy, your other hand still teasing at your slick folds.

"Oh fuck," he groans, his eyes fixed on your fingers working their magic inside you. "You're so fucking hot." His voice is thick with desire as he watches you sink deeper into the seat, spreading your legs wider apart to give him a better view.

“You’re so damn tight, baby—that fuckin' pussy looks so good.."

Without warning, he spits on his hand and starts stroking his cock in time with your movements through the screen, making you whimper as your fingers work inside of you. Matt holds the camera with his other hand, his dick completely soaked in his spit and his precum, the saliva dripping onto his hand as he pumps it faster for you.

Your eyes widen in surprise, but you can't help but moan louder as his rough, saliva-slick fingers slide against his cock, while your own, fill up your pussy.

"Fuck, that feels good," he mutters, his hips jerking forward as he gets closer to his release. You watch in awe as he starts to breathe harder, his muscles tensing under his skin, the muscles and veins in his hand so prominent and strong as he works his dick for you.

Such a good slutty girl… making yourself feel good for me,” the second those words leave his parted lips, only within an instant, Matt can’t seem to hold himself anymore, his eyebrows furrow together and his chest heaves, his groans becoming more erratic.

"Come for me baby," he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open to look at you. "Come all over your pretty hands for me, yes.. God yes."

“Please, Matt,” you whimper, your voice pleading, desperate to come with him, “I need you to come with me, I need you to pretend you're filling me up.."

"Show me how much you need me, come for me in your fucking car— just like that," he moans, stroking faster. "Show me baby, let me watch you do it, cmon—"

Matt leans forward, his lips parted as he breathes your name, his hand still gripping the phone tightly, positioning it so he can see you, and you can see him.

You move your fingers faster, harder, needing that release more than anything else. You hear him do the same, his hand moving faster, each stroke pushing him closer to his own release, a release that he is so needy for.

You gasp as you feel the familiar tightening in your stomach, the urge to come overwhelming you. You bite your lip, trying to hold back the moans that threaten to escape your throat.

Matt's breathing becomes more labored, his eyes darkening as he watches you, his hand moving in perfect sync with yours.

Your legs twitch as you come undone for him, and as promised Matt follows right behind you, his moans louder than before, you can hear the sound of him finishing, his voice raw with pleasure and love. You watch as his come drips from the tip of his cock, wishing that it had gone inside of you instead.

On the other end of the screen, Matt collapses back onto your bed, laying fully down, bringing his phone with him, his face is flushed and his hair messy, his cum all over his stomach.

03: On Edge

Matt's voice softens, his earlier teasing replaced by a hint of sincerity as he looks at you through the screen. He shifts, wiping his face with the back of his hand, still out of breath."So you really went to your car to get off with me, huh? Couldn't even wait for tonight? Damn, you're so fucking naughty, baby.

You bite your lip, feeling your cheeks flush as the memory of his begging still lingers in your mind. You laugh softly, sitting up a little straighter and grabbing the phone, a playful grin on your face. "You’re the one who made it impossible to wait, Matt. You didn’t exactly help me.”

Matt pouts, leaning closer to the screen with a mischievous grin. "Did you like the pictures, though? You better have, I put in some serious work for those. You owe me a good review or something.”

You lean back in your seat, looking at him through the screen with a raised eyebrow. "A good review, huh? I’m not sure you deserve one after getting me all hot and bothered while I’m stuck here at work.”

“Oh, come on. You know you loved it. I made sure those pictures were just for you, everything you like. All that effort for my favorite girl.”

He chuckles, messing with his hair, the strands falling in front of his face, "Maybe I’ll do this more often… keep you on edge all day long. I kinda miss you, you know.”

You smile softly, unable to hide the effect he’s having on you, "you miss me? That’s sweet… but I don’t know if I can handle you getting me all worked up like this every single day.”

Matt leans back, a mischievous grin forming on his face as he gives you a playful, knowing look.

“You’ll just have to, baby.”

thank you for reading ! ♡

lowkey i wrote this to the hannah montana soundtrack

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𝒘𝒄. 𝟩𝟧𝟥

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔⚠ best friends, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, degradation kink, hand/veins fetish, pet names, strong language.

You and Chris made it your mission to make each other Christmas presents before, well, before Christmas day. However, all you had been able to focus on is the way his long fingers worked with the various DIY supplies on the table, his veins showing clearly in the bright lighting of the kitchen. You couldn’t help but imagine his hand in between your thighs, working you towards another orgasm—

"You listenin’?" your eyes snapped up to his face, a warm feeling rushed up to your cheeks from embarrassment as he stared at you with cocked eyebrows. "Y-yeah, what did you say again?" you cursed internally at how badly your voice and words betrayed you. Chris’ confused expression turned into an amused grin, "oh, so you weren’t listenin’? and here I was talkin’ and talkin’ about how much I wanted to cuddle with ya and watch movies."

Your eyes widened and immediately lit up, "seriously? you’ll seriously do that again?" You asked knowing you two watched movies and cuddled just yesterday, and he nodded, chuckling at your expression. You and Chris are best friends, he had made it clear years ago that he didn’t want anything more with you so all you could do was imagine his veiny hands in between your thighs—

"C’mon, angel, you’re zoning out a lot today, not in the mood to make ’em?" he gestured to the DIY supplies scattered across the table and your project in your hand. You quickly shook your head, "n-no, I was just thinking about how good your fingers would feel inside me..." you spoke too quickly, too fast to process your own words and when you did, it died down to a mere whisper. Your eyes widened and jaw dropped, matching his expression.

"Y’wanted this huh? My fingers fucking your desperate pussy?" he groaned aloud as he increased his pace on his hand, his fingers pistoned in and out of your sopping cunt, the wet squelching sounds growing louder along with your moans. Your back arched when he curled his fingers, rubbing that spongy spot while keeping the same fast pace, your eyes nearly rolled back as you held onto his wrist, trying to slow him down.

"That’s right, show me how much you like my fingers, such a fuckin’ slut ain’t you? Imagining me fingering you, punishing you." His words only added to the pleasure and your nth orgasm crashed over you quite quickly, your body shook as high pitched mewls exited your parted lips. "Juuust like that, fucking desperate whore, cummin’ on my fingers so many times." He laughed, his pupils dilated with desire as he kept finger-fucking you through your high.

"Chris—too much, oh fu—ck," you cried out, your hips threatening to lift off the bed as he didn’t stop, but he held it flush down onto the mattress with his free hand and immediately started to crook his fingers upwards and fuck you faster. Your body burned with the sheer amount of orgasms, but you could feel something big approaching and at first, you mistook it as the need to piss.

Your eyes widened and you tried to warn him, "Chris– Chris, I’m gonna pe—" his hand left your pelvis and slapped onto your mouth, effectively silencing your words and pulled out his fingers—only to shove them back in and fuck you fast with it. Your body squirmed and moved, but his hand was always there, following your body. He slipped his fingers out and rubbed your clit furiously and your body tensed as shudders wracked it.

Your eyes rolled back completely as your hips jerked with each wave of arousal squirting out of you, your hands scrambled up to clutch onto his hand that was over your mouth. You let out a high pitched sound into his hand when he resumed his pounding with his fingers. You slapped his hand, over your mouth, repeatedly when you felt that feeling of gushing again as more liquid sprayed out of you, your body thrashed on the bed.

Chris’ hand finally relented, rubbing your clit in gentle circles, making your body twitch from sensitivity and eliciting whimpers from you. "No more," you whined, your hands coming down to hold onto his wrist in a futile attempt to stop him. "Oh? No more? But I wanna see that again, I wanna see you fuckin’ soaking my hand..." he trailed off, his fingers slowly slipping back into your weeping hole. "One more, gimme one more," he cooed, his fingers starting to move again.

𓆩♡𓆪

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[witchywithwhiskey]

if the fates allow

pairing: avenger!captain america!steve rogers x tall!shield agent!female reader

summary: steve rogers accidentally got drunk at the avengers tower christmas party, and you're the one tasked with helping him get to bed. it's a good thing you have plenty of practice keeping your crush on him a secret.

warnings: sexual tension, steve is drunk, reader is conflicted (nothing happens while steve's drunk), feelings are expressed, kissing, sleepy cuddling, i think that's pretty much it!

word count: 2.9k

a/n: here's my december 13 fic for @the-slumberparty's december daze challenge, using the prompt: "I didn't know the egg nog was spiked!" tried to keep this one short and sweet so that i can catch up, so if something doesn't make sense, just ignore it i guess! also this is my first time writing a specifically tall!reader and that was nice since i'm on the taller side 😅 hope y'all enjoy!! ♡

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“I didn't know the egg nog was spiked!”

Steve Rogers’ voice was louder than it needed to be, and so close to your ear that you winced a little. You kept walking, a massive arm looped around your shoulders while you half-carried the ungodly large body of Captain America and tried not to think about how good he smelled.

Why exactly you had been tasked with helping the very drunk Steve Rogers to his quarters after the Avengers Tower Christmas party was still a bit of a mystery to you. You’d seen Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark with their heads bent close, like they were conspiring about something, and the next thing you knew, Bruce Banner was asking you to help Steve get to bed.

The phrasing of the request had sent your heart skittering in your chest, even under the less-than-ideal circumstances of its reality. You’d had a crush on Steve Rogers since you’d met him as part of your SHIELD assignment to Avengers Tower, and you liked to think you’d kept it secret from everyone.

But, well, you did work with spies for a living, and you had a feeling Natasha and Tony’s conspiring had something to do with your predicament.

You’d tried to protest Bruce’s request. Sure, you were one of the taller female SHIELD agents, but you were by no means the strongest person on your team, especially when it included Brock Rumlow. But apparently everyone else had gone home or they were helping someone else, and you were the only one who could do it. 

Frank Sinatra’s “Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas” had been playing from the sound system of the Avengers Tower lounge as you’d made your way over to where Steve lay sprawled across the entire length of a sofa. He was singing along to the Christmas song—loudly and off-key—and nerves and excitement had fluttered through your belly like snowflakes on a winter wind.

You’d shoved your emotions away and put on the professional mask you always wore around Steve, pasting a polite smile on your face as you leaned over him and told him, in a not unkind voice, that you were going to help him get to bed. 

He’d given you a dreamy smile and did his best to help you lift his large body from the sofa while you’d ignored the way the snowflakes in your tummy had swooped at his happy expression and close proximity. 

With one arm wrapped around Steve’s waist and the other holding onto his wrist so his arm wouldn’t fall from your shoulders, you lifted a leg and kicked the elevator call button with your foot, only remembering to check to make sure no one was around after you’d done so. 

Oh well. If you’d flashed someone with the move, the most they’d see under the short skirt of your cocktail dress was the gun strapped to your thigh and the shapewear the tight, clingy garment had required you to wear. Thankfully, no one was around except the super-soldier draped across your shoulders, his head propped sleepily against yours.

“Of course it was spiked, captain,” you said, picking up the thread of the conversation he’d started. Your voice was patient and professional, if a little cold. “It was Stark’s Christmas party—he spiked all the egg nog with Asgardian liquor.”

The doors of the elevator slid open soundlessly and you huffed a sigh of relief as you dragged Steve in. You made sure he was propped up against the corner of the elevator, then stepped away to hit the button for his floor. As discreetly as you could, you wiped some sweat from your brow before turning back to Captain America. 

The expression on Steve’s face drew you up short. He was…not frowning exactly. Was that a…pout? 

You tilted your head to the side, your eyes poring carefully over Steve Rogers’ familiar features—the little pinched line between his brows, the dimmed sparkle of his blue eyes, the protrusion of his lush lower lip. You forced yourself not to linger on his mouth, even though it looked particularly inviting…

Yes, that was definitely a pout, you decided. 

Before you could wonder about what you’d said to garner such a reaction from Steve, he was talking. Or, rather, muttering.

“I don’t like it when you call me captain,” he grumbled.

The elevator was nearing Steve’s floor so you moved closer to him again, ignoring the way your body warmed when you pressed into his side and lifted his arm over your shoulder. The fresh scent of him wrapped around you like the most delicious blanket, and you wanted more than anything to be able to breathe it in until it lived permanently in your lungs.

“What should I call you then?” you asked, mostly to distract yourself from your body’s reaction to Steve. He was drunk, and you needed to get yourself under control.

You tried to pull him out of the corner, but you didn’t have enough leverage and instead of budging the big super-soldier, you bounced back into him, landing against his hard chest with a surprised little “oomph.”

Before that moment, you’d known, in theory, that you were only a couple inches shorter than Steve Rogers. But it was easy to forget because he had such a large presence, and he could very easily toss you around that mats of the Avengers Tower gym with his super-strength. 

However, in that moment you learned that the minimal height difference between you and Steve Rogers had a consequence you hadn’t considered. When you fell against his chest, your face was almost perfectly level with his—specifically, your mouth was almost perfectly level with his. 

You could taste the Asgardian rum on Steve’s breath and the thought of closing the distance and licking it from his lips was far more tempting than it should’ve been.

“Steve,” he rumbled, his arm tightening around your shoulders and hauling you even closer. “You should call me Steve.”

Your soft curves molded to the hard planes of his body and your breath caught in your throat as your mind raced, trying to figure out what he was doing. His blue eyes were dark, even under the bright lights of the elevator, and they were fixed very firmly on your lips—but they were still glazed from all he’d had to drink.

“Steve,” you said, his name soft and tortured as it fell from your lips, your eyes dropping to his mouth. 

You knew you couldn’t kiss Captain America while he was drunk, and you knew that if he tried to pull you any closer, you’d have to push him away. But you wanted so desperately to close the distance between your lips, the desire felt like it might incinerate you from the inside out. 

The ding of the elevator arriving at Steve’s floor brought you back to reality and you jumped away from the super-soldier, shaking your head at yourself as you grabbed his arm and heaved his weight onto your shoulders. You dragged him out of the elevator on stumbling feet, your mind spinning with what you’d almost done—what Steve actually had done.

For all the time you’d crushed on Steve Rogers, he’d never shown any indication of reciprocating your feelings. He’d always been just as professional and aloof as you’d been, and you’d taken that to mean he didn’t have any interest in you outside of work. But you were beginning to rethink your assessment…

Thankfully, Steve remained quiet and well-behaved for the trip down the hall to his quarters, and getting him inside seemed a bit easier after your practice with the elevator. You half-carried him to his bed and it took only a little push to have him sit down on the soft mattress.

Somehow, the movement left you standing between Steve’s spread legs, his arm curled around your waist from where it had fallen off your shoulder. His face was close again—closer than it should’ve been as he looked up at you from where he sat.

“Pretty…” he murmured, the fingertips of his free hand reaching for you but hovering just a hair’s breadth away from touching you. “You’re so…pretty.”

Heat suffused your cheeks and you ducked your head. “Steve,” you whined softly, your fingers wrapping around his wrists, trying to extricate yourself from his hold. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” 

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he said softly, your name falling sweetly from his lips. He brushed his thumb over your cheek so gently, it made your knees wobble.

You’d managed to get some distance from him, but the sound of your name made you stop. You looked at Steve, and his eyes were still slightly glazed from all the spiked egg nog he’d drank. 

You huffed a laugh that was sad and humorless. Of course the only time Steve had shown any interest in you, he was drunk.

“Tell me that again when you’re not drunk and maybe I’ll believe you, Steve,” you said, a little forlornly, and pulled his hand away from your face, dropping it in his lap. 

Stepping backward, you broke out of his hold, ignoring the way he was pouting again.

“Stay with me,” Steve said, his fingers catching the tips of yours as you turned away. 

The desperation in his tone halted your retreat. When you looked at Steve again, his eyes were a little clearer, and his expression was pleading. You didn’t know if it was the best idea to crawl into bed with Captain America while he was drunk. 

You were pretty sure he’d fall asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, so nothing would happen, but you worried about your heart. If you spent a whole night sleeping in Steve’s bed, breathing in Steve’s scent, it would be that much harder to pretend you didn’t have feelings for him. And you couldn’t seem to imagine he had feelings for you, despite what he’d said.

“Please,” Steve said, his voice cracking slightly. His face was washed in the dim light of the New York City skyline filtering in through the windows, and he looked like a work of art come to life, flawlessly gorgeous features and perfectly expressive eyes.

Your heart thumped in your chest, and were helpless to resist his request.

“OK,” you whispered, twining your fingers with his and giving his hand a small squeeze while you smiled shyly. 

Steve beamed happily at you and then flopped back on the bed. A grin was still fixed on his face while he kicked off his shoes and fought to pull down the blankets so he could slide under them.

You bit back a laugh at his gleeful reaction, shaking your head as you went to the bathroom to clean off your makeup and strip out of your gun holster and shapewear. Thankfully, your dress was comfortable enough to sleep in for one night.

When you returned, you found Steve passed out under the covers still wearing all of his clothes. You took a moment to appreciate his handsome features, softened in sleep, and then slipped into bed beside him, leaving plenty of space between your bodies.

It took you a little while to fall asleep, but the quiet, steady snores coming from Steve helped lull you, and eventually you drifted off.

The soft wintry light of the morning sunrise was just beginning to peak over the Manhattan skyline when you roused, your body bathed in a nearly overwhelming heat that came from something pressed against your back and banded around your waist.

It took you a long, groggy moment to realize the source of that heat was Steve Rogers.

At some point in the night, he must’ve moved closer and wrapped himself around you because one of his arms was curled around your waist while his broad chest was pressed flush against your back. You were so close together, you could feel his steady heartbeat against your spine. 

You must’ve shifted even to wake him because you heard the tenor of Steve’s breathing change. He buried his face in the back of your head and took a deep breath before letting out a contented sigh. 

“Pretty girl,” he mumbled, the words muffled and barely discernable. His arm squeezed tighter around your waist, dragging you even further into the wondrously warm cage of his body.

The sound of you sucking in a sharp breath was loud in the silent bedroom and Steve suddenly tensed. Quick as a flash, he removed his arm from around your waist and shuffled back a few inches, giving you space. 

Cold flooded in, even while you were still buried under the blankets, and you had to fight off a shiver. You missed his warmth, but you also needed to understand what was going on. You took a deep, steadying breath and then rolled over, looking at Steve warily. 

He was propped up on one arm, his blond hair mussed from sleep and his cheeks tinged pink from embarrassment. But his blue eyes were clear and curious, watching your reaction with interest. 

“What did you call me?” you asked in a trembling, hesitant voice. It probably wasn’t the first question you should’ve asked, but you had to know if you’d heard him correctly, and if he’d known he was talking about you when he’d said it.

Steve must’ve recognized the uncertainty in your voice or on your face because his expression softened and he lifted his hand, his fingers tracing the air next to your cheek. He was deliberately not touching you, and you had the urge to close the distance and feel his warm contact.

“You said to tell you you’re pretty when I wasn’t drunk anymore,” he said, his voice low and rough with sleep. His eyes had been wandering over your features, like he was trying to memorize the way they looked in the wintry morning light, but his gaze caught yours before he went on. “Well, I’m not drunk and you’re still the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Steve.” His name was a soft, desperate sound, your heart racing into a gallop as you tried to process the fact that Steve Rogers thought you were pretty. 

Before your mind had caught up, your hands were moving, reaching for Steve, eager to drag him closer. Your fingers were curling around the lapels of his dress shirt and you caught a glimpse of his crooked smile before you were both closing the distance between your bodies, his mouth slanting to yours for a kiss.

Heat and pleasure filled your body and soul, and you kissed Steve Rogers for the first time, your lips pressed together ungracefully in your excitement. After a few moments of blissful fumbling, you settled into a rhythm that was as delicious as it was delightful, made all the more breathtaking by the way you could feel Steve’s reverence for you in the way he held you.

It was a long time before you came up for air, and when you did, you laughed giddily when you saw the way Steve’s eyes were glazed over, a dreamy smile curling his lips, and you knew your expression matched his. He was drunk on kissing you, just as you were drunk on kissing him.

Steve dropped one last sweet kiss to your mouth and then he rolled you onto your side, tucking you into the warmth of his body while you both faced the windows, watching the sun rise over Manhattan. You were for a moment quiet as you enjoyed being with him, but something still bugged you. 

“I still don’t understand why Bruce asked me to help you to bed,” you said, your fingers playing with Steve’s hand that was clasped in yours. “But I’m glad he did, since it led us to this.” You pressed a kiss to his palm, marveling at how even that part of him smelled fresh and wonderful.

At your comment, Steve made a rough sound in his throat, something halfway between a cough and a laugh. It piqued your curiosity and you turned your head, catching his eye over your shoulder.

“That might be my fault,” he admitted, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks. “I may have confessed to Nat that I think you’re pretty—and she’s been trying to set me up for ages.” 

Suddenly, everything from the night before clicked into place. Natasha and Tony’s conspiring, the way your SHIELD teammates were all otherwise occupied, the fact that Bruce—the least devious, and therefore, least suspicious of all the Avengers—had been the one to ask you to help Steve. 

It was all a very elaborate setup, and you had to feel a little impressed with Natasha, even as you rolled your eyes because it didn’t need to be so complicated. She could’ve just asked if you were interested, and then set you two up on a normal date. Instead, she’d concocted an elaborate scheme, just to get you and Steve alone. 

But you had to admit, it did work…

“You Avengers can never do anything the easy way, can you?” you teased, grinning at Steve over your shoulder. You reached back, fingers twining in his hair and pulling him close enough to brush a kiss to his lips. 

“Now, where would be the fun in that?” Steve murmured playfully against your mouth, kissing you more deeply before settling back down on the bed. 

For the next little while, you watched the December sunrise with Steve Rogers, basking in the feeling of being in his arms while he idly hummed “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas” in between brushing delicious kisses to your neck. 

You did have yourself a very merry Christmas indeed.

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[andrew-the-lego-maniac-mandrew]

Dwayne Johnson's Red One wasn't a masterpiece of cinema or anything but I really enjoyed it, I especially liked the additions and spins it took on Santa mythology. -Santa, every year a couple days before christmas, will hide in plain sight as a Mall Santa so he can remain in touch with the kids he delivers gifts for(this one's my absolute favorite, it's such a natural idea) -Santa can look into the souls of adults and is capable of seeing them as the child they once were. -Santa will sometimes have his reindeer and sleigh parked in a military aircraft hanger(that's just a funny visual come on) -While the North Pole workshop is a big elaborate christmas themed futuristic city now, Santa's original more quaint wooden workshop is kept at the center in a display -Santa literally shrinks and grows to get through chimneys and even has his presents shrunken when delivering them and grows them when placing them in houses.(derivative of antman but still pretty neat) -Toy Store backroom closets are portals that serve as gateways to both the north pole and other toy stores throughout the world. -This movie does the "Krampus is Santa's brother" thing but has it be that the Naughty List was a creation HE made, and to prevent him from doing anymore bad Santa stole it from him

[jdorian]

HOUSE M.D. • S4E10 ↳ “It's a Wonderful Lie”

[callmevenus]

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メリ☆クリ 〜 ＨＯＬＹ ＮＩＧＨＴ ＭＡＧＩＣ（๑˃́ꇴ˂̀๑）

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[rascalentertainments]

Something I just realized about Jack Frost, his depiction and story is actually brilliant.

If you think about the depictions of him prior to the DreamWorks movie, he really wasn't in the media that much until then. Jack had his own Rankin/Bass special, and was the antagonist in The Santa Clause 3. After that, I don't recall him being mentioned or seen in anything afterwards.

Jack Frost being barely talked about or ignored is more accurate than ever. Sandman and Tooth Fairy are active everyday, and Santa and Easter Bunny ALWAYS get attention at the beginning and end of the year. But Jack? We maybe remember the line "Jack Frost nipping at your nose." at best. The movie is right, we DON'T talk about Jack Frost.

No matter what Jack does, the kids don't see him. Even the adults brush him off and he's right in front of them most of the time. So Jack having this whole character arc of being seen and believed in makes a lot more sense. The world had forgotten him because more people got cynical and lost their fun, while he does his best to get their attention.

Then Rise of the Guardians changed everything. Jack Frost's popularity blew up a few months after the movie. Parts of the internet became obsessed with the guy and he became the favorite character of the movie. The movie itself helped Jack become a household name. Now you can NEVER forget him, now he's part of the holiday season with Santa, Rudolph and many others.

Hell, this version is so iconic, no one else has even tried to do their own take. Its kind of like 2003's Teen Titans, its such a perfect version that any other adaptation pales in comparison. ROTG Jack Frost is so good, its now the definitive version of him. No matter what version comes next, THIS is Jack Frost now.

Props to the crew and design team of the film, because they nailed this concept and perfectly updated him. They created the BEST version of this nearly forgotten character, and now he's known worldwide. Even at the end its implied more people will start to believe in him now (I NEED A SEQUEL), and his final words to the audience mean much more now that he's a guardian.

Everytime I keep finding out just how much heart is in this movie, I keep getting obsessed with film every December and its a never ending book of surprises when fans catch more things about Rise of the Guardians.

God, I love this movie

[vickytaa]

'My world'

Special 300 followers:))

Matt isn't one to upload many videos to his personal channel, so when a video of his titled “My World” appeared on my screen, I was taken aback. He normally asks me what he can do for his videos and asks me for help editing or recording them, so it caught me off guard. I pressed my finger on the screen, and the video started playing.

The screen went black for a few seconds, until a small text appeared:

"The beauty of life is sharing it with the people you love, that's why having you by my side makes everything special. Here's a little video of our adventure together…"

I began to understand what the video was going to be about. A soft smile painted on my face. A warm feeling of love enveloped my heart. The text slowly disappeared and an old video appeared.

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Video number 1. The camera was settling down, focusing on the two of us sitting on the couch watching a movie. Little 14 year old children who didn't know what falling in love meant, but were slowly understanding it.

We were both watching the movie. I slowly snuggled closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me a little closer. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled, both of our cheeks red from the mixed feelings.

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Video number 2. The camera was in a small tree, focused on us, two 16-year-olds, sitting on a small blanket, enjoying the beautiful view of the river surrounded by trees. We were both enjoying nature, the birdsong, and the silence between us.

Matt looked nervous, but I hadn't noticed. In the video, you can see that we both started talking, but because the camera was a little far away for me to see it, you can't hear much of what we're saying.

A small text appeared at the bottom saying "You can't hear it, but here I asked her if I could be her boyfriend."

On the screen, you can see that I was super happy, I hugged him really tight while nodding with my head.

After a few seconds, we separated a little, looked into each other's eyes, and then it happened. The moment couldn't have been more magical.

Matt pressed his lips against mine, and it felt like the world had paused. Butterflies danced a wild jig in my stomach.

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My eyes filled with tears of excitement. A gentle smile graced my face as I watched my surprised expression in the recording.

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Video number 3. I was holding the camera, showing what we had been doing. "Okay, here's Matt's gingerbread house..." I explain to the camera, showing his house that was a complete mess, while a little giggle escaped my mouth.

"I don't know what you're laughing at because you have to show yours now" Matt said a little annoyed. The camera now focused on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, acting angry. My laughter could be heard behind the camera, which made his tense expression soften.

I quickly rested the camera on the countertop with an evil smile. "What are you doing?" Matt asked curiously.

A few seconds later a food fight broke out. The kitchen was filled with food and laughter, and we were both covered in cream and gummies.

Another text appeared at the bottom: "Definitely not going to do that again"

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Video number 4. Matt was fixing his hair a bit while the camera focused on him. "Okay, after a few hours, thousands of tutorials, and many failed attempts..." Matt turned the camera, focusing on the hairstyle he did for me. "My future wife doesn't have to worry about her hair anymore, right, love?" Matt said in his sweet, peaceful voice.

I laughed softly as I stood up and walked to the bathroom to see the hairstyle in the mirror. Matt followed me and focused on me to record my reaction. A small smile appeared on my face. "I have to admit, it's not that bad..." I explained while looking at the hairstyle, which was actually really good.

Matt quickly turned the camera and rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed while a big smile betrayed him.

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Video number 5. "I'm arriving at the airport to see Y/n again. She went on exchange to London for about 3 months. Honestly, those were the worst 3 months of my life, you have no idea how much I miss her" Matt explained to the camera, his eyes filling with tears as he couldn't hold back the emotion.

Nick grabbed the camera, continuing to record Matt, "They video called every hour of the day," he explained behind the camera. Matt ignored him, as nerves were eating him up. Suddenly, the car stopped, and Matt ran out of the car. Nick, who still had the camera, focused on the scene happening in front of him. The two of us, at that moment, 20 years old, ran towards each other with our arms open, ready to give an endless hug.

It didn't take long for both of us to reach each other, Matt hugged me and showered me with kisses on the face. We both missed each other so much.

After a few minutes, we both separated a little, Matt wrapping his arm around my waist as we walked towards the car, where his brothers were. Our happy faces said it all.

"Finally, I won't have to listen to Matt cry because he misses you anymore," Chris said as he came over to hug me. We all laughed, and the video switched to another.

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Video number 6. Matt was sitting in the kitchen facing the camera, it seemed like I wasn't there. "Well, I'm recording this for our wedding day..." he begins to explain but stops to take a small breath.

"I want to propose to Y/n. I know maybe 22 is a young age to get married, but she's the woman of my life. I've never loved anyone as much as I love her, and I think proposing to her would be an act of love to show her how much she means to me." Matt said.

You could tell he was nervous, but also sure of his decision. He was seen playing with his small ring, a common habit of his when he's anxious. There was a short pause and then he continued, "I don't have a ring yet, but I'm going to wait a year or two to prepare everything. I want- no. It's going to be perfect."

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The tears that had formed earlier were now rolling down my cheeks non-stop. The happiness I was feeling right now was inexplicable. I hadn't seen that video, surely Matt had forgotten to show it on our wedding.

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Video number 7. The camera is a few feet behind us. Matt and I are nestled on the sandy shore, watching as the sun dips below the horizon.

The sky is ablaze with hues of orange and pink, their fiery reflection dancing on the calm, crystalline waters.

As the rhythmic crash of waves provides a soothing soundtrack, we embrace, lost in the moment. Matt pulls me closer, his kiss on my forehead sealing our bond. My heart overflows with love as we bask in the golden glow of our first vacation together.

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Video number 8. Once again, there we were, the two of us, sitting on a blanket, in the same forest and by the same river as 8 years ago, where it all began.

Everything looked the same - the trees, the river, the birdsong. It was all the same, except we'd both grown so much. We were no longer the inexperienced teenagers we once were, now we were adults.

Despite the distance of the camera, which was in the exact same spot as in our old video from when we were 16, you can see Matt stand up and take my hand to pull me up with him.

Matt began to speak, my eyes filling with tears as I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming with excitement. I already knew what was going to happen.

Sadly, you can't hear what he said, but I remember those words as if it were yesterday.

Matt finished his little speech and knelt down in front of me, opening a small box that contained a wedding ring. In the video, you can see the tears falling nonstop. I leaned down to cup his jaw, pulling him in for a small kiss. As I pulled away, I said yes and we embraced.

After a few seconds, we pulled apart and both started shouting. 'WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!!!' we both screamed with excitement.

It was a scene I had imagined thousands of times in my mind, but nothing could compare to the magic of the moment.

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Video number 9. "You know it doesn't matter what that test says, I'll always love you like it's the first day," Matt said, trying to calm both of our nerves. We'd tried a few times to get pregnant, but unfortunately, we hadn't had any luck.

We both waited impatiently for the pregnancy test result in the bathroom. The camera, resting on the counter, captured the moment of the beautiful couple.

My phone alarm went off, signaling that the waiting time was over. Matt wrapped an arm around me as I slowly picked up the test. "I don't want to see," I said without thinking. A moment later I regretted it. "No, lie, I do want to," I laughed a little at how nervous I was.

Matt turned the test over and there it was, the long-awaited news. We looked into each other's eyes, not knowing what to say. The idea of becoming parents had become a reality.

We both started crying with happiness, nerves, a bit of everything, as we hugged each other as if we hadn't seen each other in years.

A small text appeared below the video: 'The best news.'

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Video number 10. Matt was setting up the camera on the living room table, while the kids were screaming and jumping all over the place. "Okay, are they ready for the surprise?" Matt asked the kids. Or rather, his kids.

They were both super excited, not knowing what was going to happen.

I was watching them from the couch, a warm smile on my face. "Yes!" the twins shouted together.

Matt went downstairs and came back up with a box with holes. The kids were screaming nonstop.

I grabbed the camera and put it on top of the unlit fireplace, to focus on the whole room. "Okay kids, this is a present from Mom and Dad because you've been very good this year. You have to keep it up, okay?" I said, trying to calm the kids down. They both nodded, their nerves and doubt eating away at them.

Matt slowly opened the box and stepped back so the kids could see. Before they could get closer, a little pug poked his head out to check out the place. The kids started jumping with excitement and ran to pet the dog.

Matt came over to hug me, planting a kiss on my head, both of us enjoying our kids' excitement. He grabbed the camera and focused on them, trying to capture as many memories as possible of the two of them.

"Now we have to choose a name," I said, knowing it would inevitably end in an argument/war. The three of them started throwing out names, trying to come up with the best one, while I laughed nonstop.

"Okay, we're going to be here for a few hours deciding, so we might as well say goodbye," I said as I grabbed the camera to focus more on the kids. "Say goodbye, kids," I told them, and they both waved and said goodbye. Then I focused on Matt, who looked happier than the kids, "Goodbye," he said with a big smile on his face. I quickly gave him the camera to film me, "Goodbye!" I said with a big smile.

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The screen went black again, and I thought the video was over, but a text quickly appeared:

"Thank you for all the moments we've lived together. My love for you is eternal, and being by your side makes me the happiest man in the world. I'm so excited for all that the future holds for us. To my world,

with love, Matthew."

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[moonlightchn]

¡𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!

🌗 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘

For: @clubwnderland Irene 🌸

The wolf didn't bother trying to hide his own gifts, both packages and an envelope having been placed near their makeshift tree almost as soon as they hopped in the vehicle to leave.

It was a hobby of his to watch Irene's excited eyes trail towards the tree as the days went by.

It was sooner than later than Christmas came, the woman's smile lighting up the cramped space as she handed over his gift. He hummed quietly upon inspecting the pans, weighing them in his hands, unsure what she expected him to do with them but appreciative nonetheless as he pecked her lips gently.

He laid back down and raised an eyebrow as the woman stayed sitting up on top of him.

"Well? Go get yours, kitten."

The smaller package was opened first as Irene sat back down on the bed with him, the small silver ring, of course, his own handiwork. His hand rested on the woman's thigh as she tried it on, hand raised in the air as the sun from the early morning reflected on the stone.

The book was next, never missing their little tradition. A bit torn to shreds, his messy handwriting quoted one of the many passages Chris enjoyed the most.

Last was the envelope, a custom thank you card for Irene, that one makeup company she liked so much wishing her a merry christmas, hoping she enjoys their whole collection once she's back home.

"Don't worry, I made sure to ask Jangmi to receive the package for us. Merry Christmas, my angel."

———

For love is a celestial harmony

Of likely hearts compos'd of stars' concent,

Which join together in sweet sympathy,

To work each other's joy and true content,

Which they have harbour'd since their first descent

Out of their heavenly bowers, where they did see

And know each other here belov'd to be.

[Fragment from "Fowre Hymnes" - Edmund Spenser.]

[kurikorso]

nostalgia slapped me upside the head a little while ago so i had to draw my favorite dudes ft. the gecko effect

[sunrisemill]

My legs are open

[sweetshuga]

𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝟣𝟣 ✰ 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐

𝒘𝒄. 𝟨𝟣𝟩

𝒑𝒔𝒂. English is not my first language! 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰

𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔⚠ fluff, size kink, cockwarming, close to getting caught, pet names, strong language.

"Babe, can you c’mere for a bit?" you called out from the living room and a few minutes later Matt walked out of his room, his hair slightly tousled, in a simple white tank top and blue pj flannel pants. You smiled softly and gestured for him to take a seat next to you, and he complied, plopping down on the couch beside you with a soft smile of his own, waiting for you to speak.

"So, yesterday, I went out shopping with Nick right?" Matt nodded his head – showing he was listening, "I forgot to show you yesterday, but look what I bought!" You said with excitement clear in your tone, your face lighting up as you showed him two Coloring books, Christmas colouring books. He chuckled, taking one of the books and inspecting it. "You’re so adorable," he ruffled your hair gently, tousling it, but you just laughed, clearly enjoying his reaction.

"So, what do you say about a colouring battle?" Matt laughed softly, throwing his head back slightly and not in a mocking way, just pure amusement. He tilted his head to the side, now looking directly at you with a grin, "yeah? a colouring battle huh?" He chuckled, "yeah, a colouring battle." You stated, a wide grin on your face, "you don’t stand a chance against me." Matt chuckled again, but now with clear mischief in his eyes, "oh yeah? wanna test out that theory?"

"Matt," you whined, your mind too preoccupied by Matt’s cock inside you to continue colouring. He was big alright, a good 10" or more with a thick girth. You could feel his tip kissing your cervix, and every movement from you or him made you both moan quietly in pleasure. Matt had draped a blanket over the both of you, just in case. "Fu—ck, y’feel so good," he breathed out quietly, nuzzling his face in your hair while closing his eyes.

His eyebrows knitted in pleasure when he felt you clench around him. "Don’t—don’t do that," he gasped, his hips giving an involuntary jerk upwards, making you bite your lips to not moan aloud. "Sorry, can’t help it," you mumbled, adjusting your position slightly to get more comfortable. Matt’s arms tightened around your waist, his face buried in the side of your neck.

"Have you guys seen my..." Chris’ voice trailed off when he saw your snuggled up position on the couch, raising his eyebrows in amusement as he grinned. "Oh wow, the pda is strong today," he joked, having no clue what was going on under the blanket covering you both. You didn’t trust your voice to reply at the moment and Matt seemed to take the hint of your lack of response.

Matt lifted his head and looked up at Chris, "what were you saying? if we’ve seen your...?" he cocked an eyebrow, waiting for Chris’ response. "Oh right, yeah, have you seen my wallet? I’m going out with Nick, and before you ask, his boyfriend’s driving us." Matt chuckled, "oh yeah, was just about to ask if your girl would be driving you, get a licence already kid." Chris rolled his eyes, grumbling something under his breath as he walked away.

"Your wallet was on the kitchen counter by the way," Matt called out to Chris’ retreating form, "thanks," Chris yelled back and took his wallet from the counter and quickly headed out. You let out a shaky breath when you heard the front door close, indicating that you were now alone with Matt. "Finally... ’was dying to fuck you dumb, sweets." Matt whispered in your ear, a smirk creeping onto his lips as he held your hips tightly, getting ready to show you heaven.

𓆩♡𓆪

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[witchywithwhiskey]

first christmas with trucker ari levinson

pairing: dark trucker!ari levinson x female reader

summary: you ask ari if you can hang up some christmas decorations in his truck cab, and after his initial refusal, he starts to come around to the idea—and has some fun making you beg for it.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, slightly dry/painful sex, creampie, cock warming, bondage, choking, breathplay, dirty talk, degradation, some praise, daddy/dad kink, begging, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kiddo), some aftercare, a mean hot man

word count: 2.0k

a/n: based on this ask from @veltana: Are trucker Ari's and trucker Jake's readers gonna decorate the rigs for the holidays? since Ari's canonically jewish, i wanted to work that in while still showing what he's willing to do for his girl. (also apologies if there's any tense switching in this one, i'm not used to writing in present tense 😬)

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Trucker Ari Levinson isn’t the type of man to decorate for the holidays. By the time Thanksgiving rolls around, you’re well aware of this fact about your trucker, but you think it would be nice to put up some decorations in the rig, just to make it feel a little bit festive.

When you broach the subject, the two of you have just set off on a six-week stint of driving, which means you’ll be on the road through the new year. Already, the vast, snow-covered plains of the midwest have you feeling melancholy, so you’re really hoping Ari says yes to some Christmas cheer.

However, your trucker shuts you down with a curt, grunted, “I’m Jewish.”

You try not to show your disappointment, but you haven’t quite gotten used to the way you can never hide anything from your deceptively observant trucker. So while you think you do a good job of playing it off like you don’t care that Ari doesn’t seem willing to let you decorate, he knows he’s struck a chord—and it doesn’t sit well with him.

At the next rest stop, Ari’s grabbing snacks while you’re in the bathroom and he catches sight of a small display of Christmas decorations. They’re all cheap and plastic and poor quality, but before he can stop himself, he’s swiping one of the bright red Santa hats and adding it to his haul.

Ari shakes his head to himself, wondering what his mother would think of him if she could see him buying a Santa hat when he hasn’t worn a yarmulke or stepped foot in a synagogue in over a decade. But then he pushes the thoughts aside, reminding himself that his mother was gone, she’d left him, and she had no fucking right to judge what he was doing.

You’re settled in the rig by the time he gets back, an e-reader in your lap, and already engrossed in some smutty Christmas romance when Ari hauls himself into the driver’s seat. You don’t look up until a bag of Christmas candy lands in your lap, and you’re so taken aback, you glance at your trucker in surprise.

It’s then that you see the Santa hat pulled down over Ari’s slightly greasy brown hair. In his dirty red flannel, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, Ari looked like the hottest, filthiest Santa you’ve ever seen, and your core quivers with eagerness as you suck in an excited breath.

Ari’s staring at your mouth, his eyes dipping lower to the way your tits are trembling as your breathing speeds up. You’re wearing nothing but one of his flannel shirts, the buttons undone an almost indecent amount, and nothing underneath. (You’d worn leggings into the rest stop bathroom, but taken them off as soon as you got back in the truck—Ari doesn’t like you wearing too many clothes and, truthfully, you don’t either.)

“Why don’t you come sit on Santa’s lap, kiddo,” Ari rumbles, his voice low and smooth—the charming tone of the man who’d coaxed you into his truck that first day. His hand pats his thigh enticingly as he spreads his legs, the fingers of his other hand deftly undoing the button and fly of his jeans. “Tell daddy what you want for Christmas this year.”

Your pussy is already wet with desire, so you toss your e-reader onto the bunk in the back and quickly navigate the space between your seats so you can throw a leg over Ari’s thighs and slide into his lap. Your ass lands on his legs, your pussy already slick enough that you whimper with the need to be filled.

“Beg for this cock, sweetheart,” Ari rumbles, stroking his thick length, his knuckles brushing against your damp slit and making your hips buck forward, seeking more friction. “Beg me to use your cunny like my own personal cock sleeve.”

“Please, use my pussy, daddy,” you beg breathlessly, fingers twining around the hair at the nape of Ari’s neck, careful not to knock the Santa hat off his head. “Use me to keep your cock warm, please—I want nothing more than to be your perfect little cock slave.”

“Good cock whore,” Ari purrs, one of his big hands grabbing your ass and urging you to lift up. Then he was notching the head of his dick at your tight little hole and helping you sink down on him.

A lewd moan slips from your lips as you take Ari’s cock. Your pussy isn’t quite wet enough to take his thick girth, but you don’t care. You’d take Ari dry if that’s what he wanted, and you both know it. 

There’s a delicious sting as your pussy protests the thick intrusion but you push past it, forcing your hips down until your ass meets Ari’s strong thighs. You sigh with contentment, swaying a little in Ari’s lap, your eyes half-lidded as you stare into your trucker’s ungodly handsome face. 

For some reason, the Santa hat is really doing it for you, making Ari even hotter than normal and you think, dazedly, you might have a Santa kink—so long as Santa is your dirty, filthy trucker.

“Feels s’good, daddy,” you slur, pleasure making your tongue feel thick and clumsy in your mouth. 

Ari chuckles and gives your hip an affectionate pat before he removes his hands from your body and starts up the truck, the engine growling to life. 

He’s pulled his rig back onto the snowy midwestern roads before he reminds you about why you’re on his lap in the first place.

“I wanna decorate the cab for Christmas,” you murmur, laying your head against Ari’s shoulder and enjoying the feeling of the truck rumbling beneath you, the warmth of the rig surrounding you.

Your eyes slide closed and you relax against Ari’s chest, letting the soothing vibrations and the perfect feeling of being filled by his cock lull you. Your whispered plea is spoken into the hollow of Ari’s throat, right above where the star of David he always wears is nestled beneath his t-shirt. 

“Please, dad.”

You feel your trucker’s cock twitch inside you, and a second later he lets out a tortured groan. It joins the soft moan you bury in the shoulder of his flannel shirt, your hips rocking lazily on Ari’s lap. Your juices are soaking his cock already, dripping down to his balls, and his cock is throbbing inside you, both of you equally turned on by what you’d called him. 

“Fine,” he grits out through clenched teeth, though you know he’s not angry, just trying to hold back from coming inside you so soon. He always reacts that way when you call him ‘dad’ instead of ‘daddy’. “You can have one string of lights, baby, but I’m going to test ‘em out before we hang ‘em up.”

Sucking in a sharp breath of surprise, you lean back and look up at Ari to make sure he’s serious. You find his jaw clenched tight and ticking, but when his eyes meet yours, there’s a sparkle of something like affection in them. Before you can be sure, though, he looks back to the dark road. 

“Thank you, Ari, thank you,” you cry, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pressing kisses to his scruffy cheeks and burying your face in his thick beard to nuzzle his jaw. Happily, you lick and kiss down his neck, sucking on the spot at the base of his throat that makes his cock throb inside you. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re welcome,” he grumbles, one of his hands falling to the small of your back and urging you to settle. “Now be a good cock whore and sit still while you keep me warm, we’ve got another couple hours of driving before you can properly thank me.” 

“Yes, sir, daddy,” you purr sweetly in Ari’s ear as you settle down on his lap. You lay your head on his shoulder and press your mouth to his neck, licking and sucking on his skin idly while you do your best to stay still and let him drive in peace. 

When Ari finally pulls off for the night, you’re practically vibrating with a need to show him how happy he’s made you and as soon as he puts the rig in park, you’re riding his cock hard and fast. 

Your hands are planted on his bare chest—since you made him strip out of his flannel shirt and t-shirt—and you lift your ass up before slamming it down hard, the tip of his cock pushing against your cervix with every thrust and making your cunt squeeze the life from his hard length.

Once he’s let you take control for long enough, Ari’s hand wraps around the front of your throat and he pins you back against the steering wheel, not caring that the horn blares while he fucks up into you ruthlessly. 

All you can do is watch your trucker king, wearing a cheap rest stop Santa hat, fuck the hell out of you while your tits bounce and your mouth falls open in a moan.

Ari comes with a rough shout, yanking you down hard on his cock and making you grind your pussy on him, rubbing your clit against the coarse hair at the base. His hand squeezes your throat, choking you just hard enough to make your pussy spasm, and then you’re coming too, your scream of pleasure stifled by his grip on your neck.

After, Ari helps you into the bunk and tucks you into his big body beneath the blanket. He falls asleep wearing that Santa hat and some boxer briefs, while you’re naked in his arms. With your back to his chest, you can’t see the faint smile that curves his mouth as he drifts off.

When Ari finally buys you that string of lights he promised, you learn that the ‘test’ he wanted to do before you strung them up was to tie you up in them. He winds the cord around your calves, then your thighs, binding your legs together before he plugs them in to make sure they’re all working. 

Ari takes a long moment to look at you like that, naked on the bunk in the back of his rig, save for the thick socks keeping your feet toasty, and the warm, golden lights of the Christmas decoration he bought for you. 

It makes him want to buy you more, to see how you’d look laid out beneath a fully decked out Christmas tree while he fucked your pussy, or how you’d feel curled up in a blanket covered in reindeer while he held you on his lap, his cock buried in your ass. He wants to see you wearing a Santa hat that matched his own, sucking his cock on Christmas morning while he made you coffee.

Ari reminds himself that the two of you are spending Christmas in his rig that year, driving around the country until well into January. But he saves those ideas for another time, tucking them into a box in a corner deep in his mind reserved for all the softer, more domestic plans he has for you—the ones you’ve started to inspire in him despite the fact that he’s never thought of himself as a man with soft or domestic side. 

To distract himself, Ari digs out the Santa hat he bought at that rest stop and puts it on your head, pulling it down over your ears and giving you a satisfied little grin. Then he folds your body in half, pushing your bound legs up to your chest and off to the side so he can watch your face contort in pleasure while he sinks his cock into you.

The string of lights are digging into your skin a little painfully and you’re bent in an almost uncomfortable position, but you can’t help but enjoy it when Ari plunges into your cunt and sets a fast, merciless pace. 

You’d never expected a conversation about Christmas decorations to end up with you tied up in a string of lights, but then, nothing about your trucker was ever what you expected—and that was part of why you loved him so much. You couldn’t wait to spend that Christmas and many more with your trucker king, Ari Levinson.

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[vanteguccir]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤA HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　where Y/N, estranged from her parents, hasn’t celebrated holidays with family in years. Until her boyfriend, Matt, invites her to spend Christmas with him and his family in Boston for the first time.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　bad childhood, christmas trauma, anxiety. angst to comfort/fluff!

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

The snow fell softly outside of Y/N's window, coating the streets of Los Angeles in a pristine white blanket that shimmered under the glow of the streetlights. The flickering lights of the Christmas tree cast a warm, golden glow around the room, but the festive decorations only served to accentuate the emptiness Y/N felt inside.

The memories of her childhood were bittersweet. Christmas had once been her favorite time of year, filled with laughter, warmth, and love. The smell of pine from the freshly cut tree, the twinkling lights, and the sound of carols playing softly in the background had created a magical atmosphere. Her parents had always made sure that the holiday was special, filling the house with decorations and baking delicious cookies and treats.

But those days were long gone. When Y/N was just sixteen, a series of painful events led to her moving out. Her parents' constant arguments, their acts of blaming her, the financial struggles, and the emotional strain had become too much to bear. She had left to find peace, but in doing so, she had also left behind the traditions and celebrations she had once cherished.

Now, Christmas was just another day. Y/N spent the holiday alone, watching Christmas movies and gazing out of her window at the festive that always seemed to happen on her street - a consequence of living in the middle of the city. She saw families walking together, their faces lit up with joy, and couples holding hands, whispering sweet nothings to each other. It was a beautiful sight, but it also served as a stark contrast to her solitude.

But not this year.

As Christmas approached, Matt, her boyfriend of less than a year, had invited her to join him and his brothers in Boston for the holidays. They were planning to spend Christmas with their family, a tradition they cherished. Matt had insisted that she come along, his eyes shining with excitement at the prospect of sharing the holiday with her. But Y/N had hesitated, the familiar doubts creeping in.

"I don't want to be a burden." She had confessed, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "Your family has their own traditions, and I don't want to intrude."

Matt had taken her hands in his, his gaze unwavering. "Y/N, you're not a burden. You're a part of my life, and my parents would love to meet you. Besides, you shouldn't have to spend Christmas alone. You've been through that enough, and I am not gonna let you stay in that place again."

His words had touched her deeply, but the fear of being an outsider lingered. She had spent so many holidays alone, and the thought of integrating into someone else's family felt daunting. But Matt was persistent, his love and reassurance slowly melting away her reservations. He had promised her that she would be welcomed with open arms, that his family would treat her like one of their own.

After much contemplation, Y/N had finally agreed. She couldn't deny the excitement that fluttered in her chest at the thought of spending Christmas with Matt and his family. It was a chance to create new memories to experience the joy and warmth of the holiday season in a way she had never known.

The days leading up to their departure were a whirlwind of preparations. Matt had helped her pack, his enthusiasm infectious as he chattered about all the things they would do in Boston. He told her stories of past Christmases, painting vivid pictures of snowy landscapes, festive decorations, the good food, and the moment of opening presents, which always used to lead to childish discussions between him, Chris and Nick. Y/N found herself getting caught up in his excitement, her initial apprehension giving way to anticipation.

On the day of their flight, Matt, Nick, and Chris picked her up early in the morning. The triplets were a lively bunch, their energy filling the car with a sense of camaraderie and fun.

Chris, always the most childish and carefree, kept the air calm with his witty remarks and playful banter, receiving disbelieving looks from Nick, along with insults, which led to small stupid fights - as usual. Matt, the one with the most "mature" posture, made sure everything was in order while yelling to them to calm down from time to time.

As they boarded the plane, Y/N's nerves resurfaced. She clutched Matt's hand tightly, seeking comfort in his touch while leaning against his left shoulder, her eyes fixed on the walkway the plane would soon pass.

Matt, who was asking Chris to send a text to Mary Lou to let her know that they were about to take off, soon noticed the drop in her mood, turning his eyes towards her and watching her momentarily with eyebrows furrowed in concern before bringing his face closer to the top of her head, sealing his lips over her hair for long seconds.

"It's going to be great, petal. Trust me." He whispered against her strands, dragging the tip of his nose in a light caress, exhaling the fresh scent of her shampoo.

Y/N nodded, taking a deep breath and letting the excitement override her fears. She lifted her face, her eyes meeting the blue ones that so calmed her, the beginning of a smile appearing on the corner of her lips almost automatically.

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The plane touched down in Boston almost six hours later, the city blanketed in a fresh layer of snow. As Y/N disembarked with Matt, Nick, and Chris, her heart raced with anticipation. The terminal buzzed with holiday travelers, their excited chatter blending with the festive decorations that adorned the airport.

Y/N felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety as they made their way to the baggage claim area, where they spotted Justin waiting for them next to his car.

Justin stood out with his tall, broad-shouldered frame and a warm smile that reached his eyes. He waved enthusiastically as they approached.

"Hey, guys! Over here!" He called, his voice cutting through the crowd.

Matt squeezed Y/N's hand, increasing his steps significantly, pulling his girlfriend behind him, ignoring the small stumbles she gave due to his sudden movements, leading her toward his older brother.

"Justin!" Chrid greeted excitedly from their side, the tone of his voice gradually rising. His body was pulled by his brother into a tight hug, his figure momentarily disappearing into Justin's arms.

Justin grinned, stepping away from Chris before turning to Y/N.

"Y/N, it's great to see you again!" He said, pulling her into a friendly embrace. She smiled, feeling a bit of her nervousness melt away in his welcoming presence, her fingers squeezing Matt's tightly, not letting go of his hand.

After retrieving their luggage, they made their way to the brother's parents' van, the cold Boston air biting at their faces. Justin quickly loaded their bags into the trunk, and they all piled into the vehicle, Matt and Y/N, taking the backseat.

As they settled in, all buckled up, Justin started the car, and the warm air from the heater filled the cabin almost instantly, gradually warming the bodies covered in cold hoodies and transforming the environment into something more cozy.

"Are yall ready?" Justin asked, glancing at Chris beside him momentarily before lifting his eyes to the rearview mirror, traveling his orbs over Nick to the love birds with a grin. His right hand flew to the radio, turning it on in a low volume, and soft Christmas music filled the car.

Y/N nestled into her seat, the soothing melodies of holiday classics surrounding her like magic, but despite the warmth, good vibe and the familiar presence of Matt beside her, she couldn't shake her nerves. Her hands trembled slightly as she fidgeted with the zipper on her pink coat, the tips of her fingers twisting the small metal object as her teeth worked to trap her lower lip, nibbling at the sensitive skin in an act of anxiety.

Matt noticed immediately, his eyes softening with concern. He moved slowly so as not to startle her, bringing his body closer to hers - if that was even possible, and raised his left hand to her face, using the tip of his thumb to gently pull her lip from its prison, stroking the red and slightly irritated skin.

"Hey." He whispered, his voice a soothing balm. "You're gonna hurt your pretty lips if you keep doing that, 'hon." He tapped his thumb lightly against her lip before lowering his hand, his eyes searching hers. "You're going to love it. I promise."

She nodded, trying to steady her breathing, her hot tongue escaping between her lips, wetting them.

"I know. It's just... a lot."

Matt leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear.

"Just focus on me, okay?" He reached for her, gluing her hands in a sign of prayer and closing them with his own, creating a small cocoon, caressing the soft skin with his fingers, his touch light and comforting. "Remember Vegas? You were nervous to meet Justin, too, but everything turned out great."

Y/N smiled at the memory of their trip to Las Vegas in July. It had been a whirlwind of fun and excitement, and it was the first time she had met Justin. The trip had strengthened her bond with Matt and his brothers, making her feel like part of their tight-knit group.

"So, Y/N, how have you been since Vegas? Anything new and exciting?" Justin glanced in the rearview mirror momentarily, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I've been great, thanks. Just busy with work and getting ready for Christmas." She appreciated his attempt to include her in the conversation, opening a gentle smile when her eyes met his.

Nick, sitting in the seat in front of hers, turned side ways to join in the conversation, resting his left arm above the back of the seat.

"You should see her house. She's got the cutest decorations, almost everything is pink!" He smiled in excitement, his eyes darting from Y/N to Justin, who was listening to him with his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

"Thank you, Nick, you're too sweet. I love decorating for the holidays." Y/N blushed, lowering her eyes, feeling the warmth of his gentleness.

She leaned into Matt after noticing Chris start another topic, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat below her ear. His right hand moved from hers to her back, tracing gentle circles above her clothed skin that eased her tension.

"You're amazing, babe. My family is going to adore you." He whispered sweet nothings, his lips brushing against her ear.

The drive through Boston was enchanting, the city aglow with holiday lights. They passed through charming neighborhoods, each house adorned with festive decorations. Y/N's anxiety began to ebb, replaced by a sense of wonder at the beauty of the season.

As they turned onto the street leading to Matt's childhood home, Y/N's heart began to race again. She peered out the window, taking in the picturesque scene, recognizing the house from their pictures from when they were children. The house was a two-story colonial, its exterior beautifully decorated with twinkling lights, wreaths, and garlands. A large Christmas tree stood proudly in the front window, its branches heavy with ornaments.

Justin parked the car, and the boys quickly got out to unload the luggage. Y/N took her time to get out of her seat, her heart pounding as she shuffled her feet over the snow-covered gravel, pressing her lips into a thin line.

She watched as Matt, Nick, and Chris laughed and joked, their breath visible in the cold air. A pang of longing and fear filling her heart - longing to belong and fear of not fitting in.

The soft sound of the front door opening echoed through the open air, and Mary Lou, Matt's mother, stepped out, her face lighting up with joy at the sight of her sons.

"Matt! Nick! Chris!" She called, rushing down the steps carefully to envelop each of them in a warm hug, receiving hugs back just as strong. Her laughter was infectious, filling the air with a sense of home and love.

Y/N hesitated, her nerves threatening to overwhelm her. She watched as Mary Lou's eyes scanned the group, finally landing on her. Mary Lou's expression softened, and she walked around her son's, starting her steps toward Y/N with open arms.

"And you must be Y/N." She said warmly, her voice filled with genuine affection, a big smile resting on her face.

Y/N's heart fluttered as Mary Lou enveloped her in a hug, her smaller body surprisingly covering hers completely like a big blanket, the warmth of her embrace chasing away the cold.

"It's so wonderful to finally meet you." Mary Lou whispered against her ears, her hands gently rubbing Y/N's back. "Matt has told us so much about you."

Y/N felt tears prick at her eyes, the kindness in Mary Lou's voice touching her deeply, her heart squeezing slightly.

"It's so nice to meet you too." She managed to say, her voice trembling slightly, tightening her arms lightly around the older woman.

Mary Lou pulled back seconds after, holding Y/N at arm's length and studying her with a motherly and very attentive gaze.

"Oh my, you're freezing, dear. Let's get you inside and warm you up." She ran the palms of her hands from Y/N's shoulders to her wrists and back up again in an attempt to warm her before taking her hands, her touch gentle and reassuring. "Come on, boys, bring the luggage in. Let's get everyone settled."

As they stepped into the house, Y/N was enveloped by the warmth and coziness of the interior. The smell of freshly baked cookies wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of pine from the Christmas tree and cinnamon from the candles. The living room was a festive wonderland, with stockings hung by the fireplace and twinkling lights casting a soft glow.

Mary Lou led Y/N to the living room, where a fire crackled in the hearth.

"Sit here, dear." She said, guiding Y/N to a plush armchair, smiling warmly. "I'll get you something warm to drink."

Matt joined Y/N seconds after, appearing from behind her and sitting on the armrest of the chair, raising his right arm and wrapping it around her shoulders.

"See? It's not so bad." He murmured close to her ears, his eyes filled with love and pride staring at hers as if she was his world - and in every way, she was.

Y/N leaned into him, her heart swelling with gratitude.

"It's perfect." She whispered, feeling the warmth of the fire and Matt's body enveloping her, a permanent smile spreading across her lips.

Mary Lou returned with a christmas mug - in the shape of Santa Claus, full of fresh hot cocoa, the steam rising in delicate tendrils.

"Here you go, sweetie. This will warm you right up." She handed the pottery into Y/N's hands gently so as not to burn her fingers.

Y/N took the mug, the heat seeping into her cold hands.

"Thank you, Mrs. Sturniolo." She said softly, her voice filled with gratitude.

"Oh no, dear, just call me Mary Lou!"

Nick and Chris brought in the luggage, their cheerful banter filling the room. Justin joined them, his laughter a deep, resonant sound that added to the festive atmosphere.

Mary Lou looked around at her family, her eyes shining with happiness.

"Oh, I'm so glad you're all here." She said cheerfully, her voice choked with emotion, clasping her hands over her own heart. "This is what Christmas is all about, right? I was so excited for this year! Your father will be here soon, I asked him to buy some ingredients that I needed for our pumpkin pie."

Y/N felt a lump in her throat as she looked around the room. The decorations, the warmth of the fire, the laughter of the people she had come to care for - it was everything she had ever dreamed of. For the first time in years, she felt truly at home.

Matt leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple for long seconds, opening a smile.

"Welcome to the family, sweetheart." He whispered against her skin, his voice filled with promise.

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Y/N was starting to feel at ease, wrapped in the embrace of Matt’s family. She sat comfortably on the plush couch, sipping her hot cocoa and watching the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. The room was filled with laughter and conversation as Mary Lou moved about the kitchen, preparing dinner.

The front door creaked open, and a gust of cold air swept through the hallway.

"I'm back!" Came a cheerful voice from the entrance, echoing between the warm walls.

"Jimmy! The boys are here, and Y/N too!" Mary Lou’s face lit up as she called out, her voice louder with excitement.

Matt’s father, Jimmy, stepped into the living room carrying several grocery bags. He was a tall man with a kind face, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

"Well, look at this gathering!" He exclaimed, setting the bags down on the floor and brushing the snow from his coat. "It’s good to see you boys."

Matt, Nick, and Chris hurried to greet their father, exchanging hugs and hearty handshakes, talking excitedly over each other.

"And you must be Y/N." Jimmy's eyes twinkled with joy as he turned his attention to Y/N, his voice warm and inviting.

Y/N stood, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement, her hands smoothing down her hoodie anxiously.

"Yes, it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Sturniolo." She said softly, smiling nervously, offering her hand.

Jimmy chuckled after noticing her tension, enveloping her hand in both of his, the cold of his skin bringing goosebumps to Y/N's warm ones.

"Call me Jimmy. We’re all family here." He said genuinely, his grip firm but gentle. "I’ve heard so much about you."

"All good things, I hope." Y/N felt her cheeks flush as she smiled, her eyes meeting Matt's over Jimmy's shoulder momentarily, watching as her boyfriend smiled shyly, lowering his gaze.

Jimmy’s laugh was deep and resonant, filling the room with a sense of ease, taking her attention back to him.

"All very good things." He assured her. "Matt hasn’t stopped talking about you for even a minute during our meetings or our calls."

Matt grinned, shaking his head while approaching the two with light steps and positioning himself next to his girl, wrapping an arm around Y/N's shoulders.

"I can’t help it, dad. She’s pretty amazing."

Jimmy’s eyes softened as he looked at them together, seeing a glimpse of him and their mother.

"I can see that." He said warmly. "Welcome to our home, Y/N. We’re so glad you could join us for Christmas."

Mary Lou bustled in from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel before throwing it over her shoulder.

"Jimmy, why don’t you take a break and get to know Y/N a bit better while I finish up dinner?" She suggested.

"Oh, I can help in the kitchen, Mrs- I mean, Mary Lou." Y/N quickly proposed, not wanting to just sit and "be served".

"Oh no, darling. Please enjoy your evening with everyone. During Christmas, the kitchen is mine alone." Mary Lou raised her right hand in the air in a "stop" gesture, throwing a wink in her direction before turning around and heading back.

"That's right. Every time I tried to help, she almost killed me." Jimmy joked, taking a seat across from Y/N. "So, Y/N, tell me about yourself. How did you and Matt meet?"

Y/N relaxed into the conversation, her nervousness fading under Jimmy’s kind gaze. She shared the story of how she and Matt had met at a random corner coffee shop in Los Angeles, their friendship blossoming over shared interests and late-night talking sessions. Jimmy listened intently, nodding and smiling as she spoke.

"It sounds like you two have a special bond." He said thoughtfully, leaning against the back of the chair he sat in, crossing his arms. "Friendship is a strong foundation for a relationship."

"It really is. Matt’s been my everything." Y/N nodded, glancing at Matt with a smile, watching him show Justin a video from his phone, his eyes sparkling with the way his smile grew.

"I’m glad he has someone like you in his life." Jimmy’s expression grew tender, bringing her attention back to him. "Family is everything, and I can see that you’re already part of ours."

Y/N felt a lump form in her throat at Jimmy’s words. She had always longed for a sense of belonging, and in this moment, she felt truly accepted.

The evening continued with laughter and storytelling, the warmth of the Sturniolo home wrapping around Y/N like a comforting blanket. Jimmy’s kindness and fatherly presence made her feel at ease, and by the time dinner was served, she felt like she had known the family for years.

As they gathered around the dining table, Y/N couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of gratitude. She had found not only a loving partner in Matt but also a family that welcomed her with open arms.

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After dinner, as they sat around the fireplace once more, Jimmy leaned back in his chair, a contented smile on his face.

"This is what Christmas is all about." He started with a small sight, his voice filled with warmth. "Family, love, and making new memories. Merry Christmas, everyone."

Y/N, from her place standing against the door frame that separated the kitchen from the living room, looked around the room at the faces of the people who had become so dear to her. She felt a swell of emotion, knowing that this was just the beginning of many happy holidays to come.

The sound of soft footsteps behind her sounded mute to her ears, her body jumping slightly in fright as she felt Matt's presence so close, wrapping his arms around her, his touch warm and reassuring.

"How are you feeling?" He asked in a whisper, as if he didn't want to break the little and imaginary bubble that surrounded them, his voice a gentle murmur in the quiet room.

Y/N leaned into him, her hands finding his above her stomach, her fingers wandering over his milky skin until they met his, intertwining perfectly, her heart full.

"I feel... happy. Really happy."

Matt smiled openly, lowering his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, sealing his lips on the soft, warm skin of her cheek.

"I’m glad." He whispered. "You deserve all the happiness in the world."

"Thank you, Matt." She mumbled after some seconds of silence, her voice filled with gratitude while her eyes glowed brightly at the image in front of Chris, Nick and Justin playing video games on the big television while Mary Lou and Jimmy watched them with smiles on their faces, whispering sweet nothings to each other every now and then.

"For what?" Matt asked against her skin, feeling like he could stay in that position for all eternity.

"For bringing me here. For giving me this."

"You're my everything, Y/N. I want you to have the world."

He followed her line of sight momentarily, observing his family until his eyes met Nick's, who looked at them with a comical smile on his lips, pointing above their heads.

"What-?" He lifts his head, looking up, feeling Y/N's body move between his arms as she tries to see what he sees, a confused expression on her face turning into one of surprise.

Mistletoe hangs above their head, the prettiest they've ever seen.

Matt slowly lowers his head, meeting Y/N's eyes, who were still looking up - now into his. A shy smile stretches across his lips, his arms tightening around his girlfriend's body, bringing her closer.

Their gaze keeps connect when Matt gently places his right hand on her cheek, his thumb caressing the soft and warm skin.

"Merry Christmas, beautiful." He whispers softly before leaning closer, kissing Y/N.

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