#Hip Hop Family Christmas

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[lethasrealtalk]

Ilicia Goodman

Ms Magnolia Peach Ilicia Goodman was raised in Mississippi. She was a member of Liberty Hill M.B. Church and Lynch Street C.M.E. Church. She is a graduate of Holly Springs High School and a two time graduate of Jackson State University. Being in Georgia for over seventeen years, she now considers Georgia home. She is currently a member of Ray of Hope Christian Church, but has several…

[virgobingo]

more insight on miles’ puerto rican heritage for your fics or fanart

- traditional quinceañeras (or as they are often called by puerto ricans quinceañeros) are really not that common anymore, most girls nowadays have pool parties or go on a cruise. if miles were to go to one of his cousins’ 15 birthday party, chances are it would be casual— no big poofy dress (his mom probably had one like that though)

edit: some people disagree on this. depends on how traditional your family and friend group is I guess, as well as which part of the island you’re from. on average, it seems to be a far bigger deal amongst some other latines. in my class in pr only 3 out of approx 30 girls had a big event like that. not a single one of my cousins had a traditional quince either so you could say I’m partly biased bc of my own experiences. i personally just had a big pool party

- plantains are a big part of our diet. also, pr being an island in the caribbean, coconut is in a lot of our desserts. if miles had to pick a favorite fruit I hc he’d pick either one of the two lol also please google our food, our food isn’t actually spicy so much as savory

- we “celebrate” thanksgiving like other americans. it’s about the only time we eat oven roasted turkey. for winter holidays (christmas eve/day, new years eve/day, three kings day/eve) oven roasted pork. chicken might be offered as a second option for people who don’t consume pork for whatever reason

- you’re pretty much taught how to dance as soon as you can walk. most of us have basic rhythms down. chances of miles dancing with his mom or friends at parties? astronomically high.

- the reason why our flag is everywhere, besides pride, is ‘cause it was illegal to own it. look up the gag law that prohibited us from even displaying it at our homes. so it’s actually an awesome detail in these movies

- this is my opinion/a fun fact but I feel like miles is basically an homage to black and puerto rican (specifically nuyorican) solidarity around the 70s-80s during the creation of hip-hop and rise of graffiti as a form of expression (you can easily read up on this or watch shows like the get down to learn more about this if you’re curious)

- whether you’re “nuyorican” or “from the island” spanglish is common so miles’ mixing english and spanish isn’t odd bc even rio does this as miles points out in the party scene. he isn’t a “no sabo” kid so much as someone with a strong accent. he understands his mom perfectly

- race ≠ ethnicity. there are plenty of black people in and from Puerto Rico, and miles’ pr family in the spiderverse films are designed to be for the most part afro-latine. so I wouldn’t really call him biracial

- the puerto rican day parade wouldn’t be a thing he skips, he’s gifted a special suit for it in a comic run. his puerto rican heritage is important to him!

[archangeldyke-all]

merry chrtismas angel !!!<3

idk if your taking requests today but anything with sevika and reader who celebrate Christmas with isha and jinx and everything is happy and jolly and everyone is alive and well

-💌

merry christmas to all my readers who celebrate!! and if you don't: i hope whatever holiday you partake in is festive and fun and EASY this year (i.e. no family drama ahahhaahha)

men and minors dni

"we might've overdone it..." you consider as you examine the literal mountain of wrapped gifts shoved under your tree. sevika giggles.

"it's their first christmas with us. half of this shit is just stuff for their room." sevika reminds you.

"it's gonna take them all day to get through this stuff."

sevika laughs. "just means we get a day free from having to entertain them."

you laugh and lean against your wife, both of you smiling at the christmas tree. the girls spent the entire evening dressing it up. you're going to be vacuuming glitter out of the carpet for years to come, but it's all worth it for the happy laughs that came from isha and jinx as they covered the tree in tassels and handmade ornaments and garlands.

you and sevika shuffle to bed a few minutes later, exchanging sleepy, happy kisses in each other's arms before falling asleep.

you wake up to squealing.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!"

"wha? wha's happening?" sevika asks as she shoots up in bed beside you.

your bedroom door slams open and isha and jinx both come tumbling in, sprinting up on your bed.

"YOU GOT US SO MANY FUCKING PRESENTS!!" jinx screams as she jumps on your bed. you giggle.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!!" isha squeals, tackling you and sevika back down onto the mattress to wrap you up in a big hug. your heart bursts.

"the sun's not even up yet." sevika whines. you can hear the smile in her voice yet.

"too bad, old lady! get up! it's christmas time!"

you spend the morning making pancakes and watching isha and jinx tear into their presents. sevika hangs off your hips, her chin hooked over your shoulder, a kiss pressed to your throat intermittently.

jinx cries when she opens her customized tool kit-- the handles hand made by a local artisan-- purple and blue swirled together with her name carved in all the tools' handles.

isha stands in pure shock for a full minute when she unwraps her own bike-- all decked out with a basket and pink and blue tassels in the handles. then, she hops on, and rides the bike directly into the christmas tree.

by mid-afternoon, the girls have passed out in a pile of pajama-clad limbs in front of the fire place, exhausted after all the excitement from the morning.

"i'd call that a success." sevika mutters, cheersing her spiked hot coco against yours.

you giggle. "merry christmas, love. you'll be getting your present from me a little later tonight." you tease. sevika laughs.

"what a coincidence. that's when i was gonna give you your present too."

"ugh, you guys are disgusting." jinx mumbles from the floor. you snort and throw a crumbled up ball of wrapping paper at her head. she flips you off, then sighs. "here." she says, reaching out for something under a pile of wrapping paper.

sevika takes it from her hands, a small box wrapped in construction paper; doodles from both isha and jinx decorating it.

sevika carefully unwraps it, refusing to tear the special paper.

tears well up in your eyes the moment sevika pulls out the bedazzled picture frame-- the photo inside taken a few months ago-- all four of you dressed up and smiling bright at the camera.

the treasures and sparkles decorating the frame are clearly all collected by isha-- bottle caps and marbles and anything else shiny she's been able to find.

sevika turns the frame over, and she lets out a choked sob as you both read the note on the back.

none of us expected that this is what our family would be, but now that it's here i wouldn't trade it for the world. thank you. jinx. and isha

isha wakes up with a groan when you and sevika dive off the couch and on top of your girls on the carpet, cuddling them all into your arms as you cry.

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[diasslim]

Hello! I'm so happy to have more new writers?! 🎉

can the reader be hailie's mother? and the reader's family doesn't like Marshall and try to exclude him from readers and hailie (hailie may have just been born or about 1-2 years old)

Thank you✨

A/N: Hope you like it!

Warning: Angst; slight swearing!

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Since you met Marshall, your family never really liked him, but when you showed up pregnant just some years after finishing high school they went crazy.

As soon as you two could you two got married. Both of you were working all day to have some rent, since your familly won't help you if you didn't divorce him, and his mother? Well, it's complicated, even if she liked you.

The months passed quickly, your belly growing big as your fatigue. You quit your full time job to work as a cleaner on a restaurant near your house. Of course your parents didn't like the fact you were working while carrying a baby, they thought that Marshall should be able to pay for everything alone.

And when he kept going for rap battles, wanting to make hip hop his career? You could see the disgust on their faces when they came to visit you.

Halie was born at Christmas. The most perfect gift you could have been given. And when he hold her you knew it was the best gift for him also.

For the first time in years your parents didn't make Marshall's and yours relationship a problem. They were just focused on you and the cute baby on his arms.

The things you would do for it staying like this. You thought Halie would be the glue to stick the family together. Oh, you're so wrong! It just got worse.

They would come in the house and starts random fights, waking the baby and making her cry, they would insult Marshall and his music, one time your father even called you a hoe.

"Say that shit again!"

Marshall yelled to your father as he gor infront of you and crying Halie on your arms. You mother held your father by his arm, begging for him to stop insulting you.

"I will! You're a shit hoe! You were not raised like that!"

It was just two seconds to your dad be on the floor because Marshall punched him on the nose. You mom let out a scream as Halie would cry even more louder.

You couldn't move. Your arms embraced Halie even tightly. You would faint. Your heartbeat is getting too fast or too slow? You couldn't tell if you were dreaming or this is the horrible reality you were facing.

"Please stop! (F/N)! Please, stop..."

Your mother yelled and looked at you, then at Marshall, then back at you. She was shaking. Is she afraid? Is she anxious? What the fuck is happening?

"The both of you are two fucking crying bitches!"

Your fathee got up and spit on the Marshall's feet, getting out in a rude manner as he almost breaks the door. You sigh in relief. You kneeled down letting Halie on the floor as her legs are shaking.

"Mama..."

You close your eyes, trying to ignore everything around you. But you felt skinny shaking arms embracing you quickly and a soft kiss on your forehead. Your mother didn't like Marshall, neither your choices, but she will be forever your mother.

You just opened your eyes when Marshall sat by your side, embracing you and Halie in a tight hug. Halie let go of you and hugged her dad tightly, allowing you to cry on his chest as you think about everything that just happened.

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[thenickgirl]

LET THEM EAT CAKE

bf!nick x male!reader

summary: in which Nick and reader do more than bake in the kitchen

type: oneshot ✩ genre: smut ✩ pov: reader’s ✩ word count: 1.7K+

warnings: established relationship, swearing, food play, rimming, spitting, oral and anal sex, top!nick, bottom!reader

disclaimer: please be careful with food play, i’m not a doctor, but i’m pretty sure it could lead to infections. safe sex always!

a/n: (RAHHH YES I KNOW CHRISTMAS IS OVER SHUT UP 😭) i came up with this in the shower, don’t ask. yes, it’s top nick! i know i know boooo, but listen, i refuse to let him be slandered in my own house lmao. although it took a while, this was so much fun to write, and i hope you all enjoy it. happy reading! ✩

It was late in the evening, Ariana Grande’s ‘Christmas & Chill’ album was playing softly from your bluetooth speaker as you and Nick were in the kitchen. The two of you were donned in your matching Grinch pajamas. The aroma surrounding you was that of sugar cookies baking in the oven.

Tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and you were in charge of bringing the desserts for dinner with your family. It was basically tradition for your family to celebrate on Christmas Eve so that everyone could relax on Christmas Day.

You had always loved baking since you were a kid, and your family absolutely loved your sweet treats. You already prepared two pies, and a pan of brownies, but you decided to add one more dessert just for good measure. You were currently standing at the island, working on a strawberry cake. You cracked two eggs into a clear mixing bowl, the flour poofing as each egg drops on top of it.

Nick was sitting on the countertop directly behind you, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. If it weren’t for his random chuckles, you would’ve sworn he had gone upstairs to bed. He was supposed to be helping you, but you didn’t mind, you actually preferred to bake alone anyway, you found it relaxing.

Once you were done adding the correct ingredients, it was time to mix. Unfortunately though, you were going to have to do this by hand, since the mixer you ordered didn’t arrive before the holidays. Just as you were about to get started, you heard the oven beep, alerting you that the sugar cookies were now done. You make your way to the oven, slipping on some mittens before bending over to open it, and as you were doing so, you felt eyes on you. You weren’t sure if it was the oven, or the fact that your boyfriend was definitely staring that made your cheeks heat up.

You stand up right after pulling the tray of cookies from the oven, placing it on top of the stove to cool, and slipping off your mittens. You decided to leave the oven on, since you’d be baking the cake next. Nick's eyes followed you as you walked back to the island where you were. You grab your whisk, and begin mixing the ingredients, carefully at first, not to spill, before slowly increasing your speed.

Nick’s eyes never left you, as he studied your frame. The way your biceps tightened as you gripped the whisk, the way your hips moved with every churn, the way your ass looked in your pajama bottoms, it was driving him insane. He bit his lip before hopping off the counter, creeping up behind you. You gasped when you felt his body pressing against you.

“Need a hand with that, baby?” Nick’s voice was low and sultry as he placed his hand on top of yours, helping you stir the batter.

You could already feel your body heat up due the close proximity, and his bulge pressing against your ass. He leans down, his soft lips making contact with your skin, as they trail down your neck, earning a soft moan from you.

“Nick…I have to finish this. I still have to bake, and frost this cake, and then frost the cookies ” you whine, wanting to pull away from him, but the feeling of his mouth on your neck was making you dizzy.

He trails his lips back up to your ear, “You’ve been at this all night, let’s take a break,” he starts, taking one of his hands off yours, sliding it in your bottoms, palming your length through your boxers.

“Don’t you think you deserve a little break? Hm?” he whispered, the warmth of his breath tickling your ear as he bites it.

You groan, as you bite your lip, contemplating. You knew that you needed to get this done, but also desperately wanted to get your brains fucked out. His thumb circled around your tip, as his lips were on your neck, and you gave in to him instantly. The effect this man had on you was undeniable, you were putty in his hands.

“O-okay,” you whisper breathlessly, looking back at him.

Nick captures your lips with his, kissing you hungrily, as you moan into his mouth. Soon after he breaks the kiss, and he goes down on his knees. You bite your lip, looking down at him, as he slowly pulls your pants, and boxers down in one motion. His large hands squeeze your ass, a low growl escaping his throat. He spreads your cheeks open, then spits at your hole, before lapping it up with his tongue, and you gasp. His tongue runs laps around your hole before sliding in, and you moan, your hands finding the edge of the island. His grip on your ass tightens, as his tongue moves in and out of you continuously. He reaches one of his hands under you, massaging your balls, and you push your ass more into his face, and he moans.

He pulls away, carefully replacing his tongue with a finger, before pumping it in and out. He slowly adds a second finger, and you moan as you push back, riding his hand. Nick groans at the sight of you, and he smacks your ass cheek. He then slides in a third finger, and you gasp at the stretch. He curls them in a way that makes you shudder. His fingers brush against that spot inside you, and you’re a moaning mess.

“More, I need more of you, please,” you beg.

“Yeah? Gonna let me bend you over this counter, pretty boy?” He asks, and you nod eagerly as he slows down his movements, making you whine.

He pulls his fingers from you completely before standing up. He pulls down his pants and boxers and his thick cock springs free. You look back at it, practically drooling as you wait, impatiently, for that delicious stretch it was bound to give you. He bends you over the island, before grabbing his length, stroking it a few times then lining himself with your entrance. He spits down at your hole, coating his tip before sliding into you carefully.

“Ohhh fuck,” you moan, gripping the edge of the island, your face pressed against the cold tile.

He grabs your hands, pulling and holding them behind your back. Nick slams his length into you, before pulling all the way out, and slamming into you again. He moans, the warm, and wet feeling of you around him making him feral, as he gains a steady rhythm, his hips rocking against you. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes around the room like a sweet symphony.

“You look so fucking hot when you bake, I just couldn’t take it anymore,” He groans, releasing your hands as he grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging it, and you whimper. The pain mixing with pleasure makes your cock twitch. His hips continue to snap against you, as he fucks you harder, your moans filling the room.

“Feels so good, baby, so perfect for me,” Nick grunts, letting go of your hair, his hands now gripping your hips, holding you in place. You reach down, wrapping your hand around your leaking cock, stroking it. You pump your length in time with his thrusts, and your eyes roll back.

“Nnghh fuck fuck fuck,” you moan out.

“Close already, baby? I’m nowhere near being done with you,” He teases, before pulling out of you.

Nick then pushes over all the utensils and flour you’ve used during the night, and they crash onto the floor. An impulsive act that he would no doubt regret later. You start to protest, but he spins you around sharply, before lifting you up by your waist, and onto the island. He removes your shirt, and his quickly, before kissing you roughly. He gently pushes you down, laying you back against the counter.

He breaks the kiss, before taking the icing you had ready for piping, and drizzles it along your chest, and down your abdomen, the cool, sticky substance making you gasp. He leans down again before his warm tongue makes contact with your skin, licking the icing he just coated you in. His tongue runs circles around your left nipple, flicking it every so often. He then moves to the right nipple, exacting the same motions, your hands find their way into his brunette strands, tugging it. Nick moans at the sensation of you pulling his hair, and bites your nipple as you whine.

Nick runs his tongue down your abdomen, lapping up the rest of the icing, stopping right above your leaking cock. He licks a strip from the base to the tip, ultimately wrapping his mouth around you, and your back arches.

“Nick…ohh my godd,” you moan out, bucking your hips into his mouth.

He groans as he takes more of you into his wet mouth, his head bobbing up and down for a few minutes, before pulling off of you with a ‘pop’. He leans up, hovering you as he kisses you hungrily, his teeth hooking into your bottom lip as he pulls away.

“Mm my pretty boy tastes so sweet,” Nick whispered against your lips, then stood up straight, lining himself up with your hole again. He slides you into slowly, bottoming out before repeating his actions. He then pushes your thighs back, your knees parallel to your chest, giving him deeper access. His thrusts become harder as he fucks you relentlessly. Your body shudders when his length hits your prostate over and over, while his name falls off your lips.

“F-fuck yes, daddy, just like that,” you whimper, taking your cock in your hand once again, pumping slowly.

Nick continues, now deepening his thrusts, and your body shakes. You’re so close to coming undone, and his release isn’t too far behind.

“Gonna be a good boy, and cum with me?” he says, and you nod, desperately.

After a few more thrusts, Nick’s hips stutter as he cums inside of you, and you cum onto your chest at the same time. You’re both a panting mess as you come down from your high. He slides out of you, and you feel empty. He grabs your hands, pulling you to sit upright, and you look up at him before giggling.

“What?” he questions, his eyebrows furrowed.

“You’ve got flour in your hair,” you say, laughing, and he joins in. The two of you look around, both your eyes widening as you finally see the mess that’s been made.

“I bet you regret that now,” you tease, wrapping your arms around him, before pecking his lips softly.

Nick shrugs, “It was worth it.”

—

signed,

✎ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 ✩

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[hom3landr]

Homelander has a very merry Christmas

18+

Homelander shakes his head in disbelief as he lounges in his chair at the head of the Seven table. It’s been a year…a whole year since the day you entered his life. He still has the ribbon from that first package, tucked discreetly into his waistband. It’s frayed now and soft from running it through his fingers. He’ll touch his hip softly sometimes, right where he knows it rests, when his ears ring and his eyes begin to burn. Countless lives have been saved just from a little piece of fabric. It was the first gift he’d ever truly been given that didn’t have dozens of corporate strings attached. He wonders if you’ll bring him more candy, now that Christmas is right around the corner. He can still perfectly remember the taste a year later.

But your hands are empty when he sees you, and there’s a nervous stiffness to your shoulders that he’s not sure he enjoys. You’re fiddling with your fingers as you approach. He’s disappointed, he really was looking forward to some candy. But you give him a shy smile and he pushes down the sullenness rising in his chest. You hop up on the table in front of him, a bad habit you’ve picked up ever since that day you brought him the cake. He supposes that’s on him for encouraging you. He ignores the urge to tug you into his lap instead.

“Sooooooo…I don’t have anything for you today but I did want to ask you something.” You look down at your hands before pausing, trying to spark the courage to continue. He tilts his head and waits, somewhat impatient and still annoyed at being denied. He doesn’t like the way you don’t meet his eyes. Surely your fingers can’t be more interesting than him. You take a deep breath.

“IwaswonderingifmaybeyouwantedtocometomyplaceforChristmas?” The words come spilling out uncontrollably and you stiffen up a bit once they’re out, bracing yourself for a denial.

Homelander’s heart stops.

“I know you’re probably really busy and you have plans and other people you’d rather be with.” He doesn’t. “But I was going to make gingerbread and watch some Christmas movies. I don’t have any family close by or…or friends really, so I usually spend Christmas on my own. It won’t be anything fancy but I’ll let you lick the spoon.” You let out an awkward laugh, obviously insecure about the simplicity of your plans. After all, how can your humble apartment compare to Vought’s glitz and finery? How could Homelander be content spending Christmas with a nobody like you?

If you only knew how much the offer wiped away any of the disappointment he felt about the candy. If only you knew how much he’s been longing to join you in the sugar-sweetness of your kitchen. He wants to leap up and take you in his arms. He wants to agree and whisk you away to start the holidays early…and privately. He’s never had a proper Christmas before. Just Vought’s pretty, sterile, fake, holiday bullshit. He found it cruel the way they’d let him watch movies on Christmas when he was in the lab. He still can’t watch A Christmas Story without feeling sick with want. But maybe…maybe this year will finally be different.

But reality sets in. He has the Vought Christmas party. He can’t skip it, as much as he’d love to. He’s been dreading it honestly. She’d always been there before, guiding him, leading him, making sure he got through the event with his shiny grin firmly in place. But that was gone, ended by his own hand. The last fucking bit of Christmas cheer he could have possibly had. He clenches his fist and he watches you shrink back, mistaking his grief for anger at your boldness. He wants to say yes…but he can’t

“We have the company Christmas party, remember? Surely you wouldn’t want to miss that. I get the honor of lighting up the tree” He beams, hoping it assures you that you are not the target of his ire. Sure he’d prefer to be tucked away with you but the party won’t be too bad if you’re there. If you’re there then her absence won’t matter.

But his hopes are quickly dashed.

“Oh I’m not high enough up on the totem pole to be invited, for business or pleasure.” You shrug, clearly not bothered by the corporate snub.

Oh

“Well…I can’t exactly miss it.” Your face falls at his reply and the words tumble out before he can stop them.

“But if you don’t mind staying up a little later, then maybe I can swing by real quick after to grab a cookie or two.” He reaches out to lay a hand warmly on your knee

You return his grin despite the disappointment in your eyes.

“I’ll wait up for you then”

~~~~~~~

It’s late by the time he’s finally released from his shiny decorated prison. He’s sick to death of Frank Sinatra and mistletoe. He barely resisted crushing the hand of every asshole who felt entitled to his attention purely due to the holiday festivities. He gritted his teeth while he was forced to kiss the asses of board members and politicians. He barely avoided lasering A-Train’s head clean off his body when he wrapped his arm around him for a photo op. He’s so overloaded that he’s halfway to his penthouse for some much needed rest when he remembers your offer.

He pulls aside some tipsy asshole for the time, annoyed that no one seems to have remained sober. It’s not long until midnight and he worries that maybe you’ll already have given up waiting. He worries that he’ll get to your apartment to find you already snug and sleeping in your bed. He reminds himself that he can always wake you up. After all, he’s seen you bake until the wee hours of the morning. He remembers when he’d watch you bake till not long before you’d be needing to rise for work. Surely…surely, you haven’t forgotten to wait for him.

The night is frigid as he flies towards your apartment. The cold doesn’t hinder him but it isn’t exactly pleasant as the sharp wind stings his cheeks. He’d always wave away Maeve’s complaints but he reluctantly admits to himself that she had a point about freezing over the Atlantic. Luckily it’s a far shorter path to your apartment building. So he ignores it. The thought of you keeps him warm anyway.

What he can’t ignore is the distinctly human shaped figure waiting on the roof. He knows your form intimately and he’s clocked you the moment he sees you. You’re shivering, wrapped only in an old threadbare bathrobe over some red pajamas. It’s far too cold to be loitering without winter wear and an exasperated concern grows in his chest. Couldn’t you at least have grabbed a jacket? It wouldn’t do for you to catch hyperthermia before he even gets to celebrate Christmas with you. You haven’t seen him yet and he makes sure to land behind you as quietly as he can, lip twitching mischievously.

“Are you cold? You look like you’re freezing” He calls out from the other side of the roof. You leap into the air and stumble a bit too close to the edge for his liking so he rushes to steady you. Even through his gloves he can feel how chilled you are. You look back at him, disbelief on your face but surprised delight in your eyes. You shake in his arms and before his brain consciously makes the decision to, he swiftly detaches his cape to wrap it warmly around your shoulders. Your cheeks heat despite the chill and he’s deeply pleased by the way you look and the way his scent mixes with yours.

“I’m alright. I was waiting for you! I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to make it.” You clasp his cape tighter around you, teeth chattering. He pulls you closer so some of his heat can seep into you. He realizes that you may have been too focused watching for him to realize how chilled you are. He tuts at you, both flattered by your devotion and annoyed that you were so careless with your health.

“Would it have killed you to grab a coat?” He rubs your frozen hands between his gloved ones. Your answering smile is sweet and he’d blush if he could (He can. He did.)

“Are you worried about me?” You tease him lightly, eyes soft.

“I was promised gingerbread. If I’m promised something then I expect it to be delivered” He gives you a stern glare that’s tempered by the slight twitch of his lip as he fights a smile.

“Well, I can’t possibly deny you, can I?” Your lips quirk into a cheeky smirk. Your lighthearted words settle warm and heavy in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, you feel so beautifully fragile in his grip, a small precious light that he keeps warm between his palms. You’re his. You’re so wonderfully his in this moment and deep within him, so deep he doesn’t even realize it yet, he’s become inescapably, completely, ineffably, yours.

You gesture for him to follow you down the fire escape to your floor. He follows behind as though he doesn’t have the way to your apartment imprinted in his mind. But your legs are stiff from the cold and after you slip slightly on the slick metal of the fire escape, he scoops you into his arms. You cling to him, stunned at the quickness and ease at which he gathered you up against his chest. You’re disoriented and wrap an arm around his neck to steady yourself.

“Don’t drop me!” you squeak and he laughs in response. You’re light as a feather to him and he’s not hindered by you at all. He would never, could never drop you.

“I won’t let you go, ever.” He reassures you and you relax against him, trusting him. You tuck yourself into the crook of his neck, and all of a sudden he has a sharp regret that his collar rises so high on his neck. He longs to feel your softness and your eyelashes brushing against the sensitive skin of his throat. He can’t resist leaning his head against yours as he climbs effortlessly down the thin and rickety steps.

When he reaches your apartment, he assists you in finding your footing and guides you inside. You don’t question how he’s able to navigate your apartment with ease. Stepping into your kitchen is like getting reborn into another life, a life that he had been cruelly denied. You’ve decorated every inch. False snow lines the top of your cabinets and it charms him to see tiny figures and miniature buildings tucked into the fuzzy winter wonderland. Mismatched bowls of ingredients line the counter, and deep red liquid smelling strongly of spice is steaming on the stove. It smells heavenly. It’s the same scent he normally loathes, the artificial scent burning his nose and giving him headaches, one of the few pains that he can experience. But there is nothing faked or imitated here and the rich smell makes his head swim pleasantly. His mouth waters and his jaw aches at the sweet spicy deliciousness in the air. It’s lovely and warm and you immediately shake off the shiver as you enter.

He blinks back sudden tears at the sight of a brightly lit tree twinkling merrily in the corner of the living room, a yule log crackling on the television. It’s perfect. Your tiny crumbling apartment that he would have scoffed at in any other time, is suddenly finer than any palace. His chest tightens almost painfully.

“It’s not much but I did my best to make it festive! The cookie dough is chilling in the fridge and there is as much eggnog and mulled wine as you could want. Help yourself.” You nod at the pot on the stove, hands on your hips, looking as confident as he’s ever seen you now that you’re in your domain. It’s not normally the response he gets when someone sees him in their home. He takes a brief scan of your fridge.

“Just milk for me, thank you.” He responds and you shrug and take a glass out of the cabinet. You fill it up full and hand it over. He takes a big chug. 2%

Perfect

“Well, I’m gonna have myself some mulled wine.” You grab another glass and fill yourself up a healthy serving. A tiny sip has you sighing deeply in pleasure and he wants nothing more than to lick the remnants off your lips. Your temperature is rising by the second and when he’s satisfied that you’re sufficiently warmed he relaxes a bit, wandering around your kitchen to look at everything.

You busy yourself taking a large bowl of dough out of the fridge and lining the counter and a baking sheet with parchment paper and a light dusting of flour. He’s distracted looking through all your cabinets. Nothing of yours is very fancy and it’s all a bit mismatched which he finds charming in a quaint kind of way. He rifles through your dish towels, smelling them to see if your scent still lingers. Then you tap him on the shoulder. He turns to find you with your head cocked and your arms wrapped around a large bowl, eyes shining and bright

“I promised gingerbread but first you have to help.” You wink at his baffled expression before turning around to begin scooping out the dough onto the parchment paper. “And take off your gloves! This stuff can get sticky.”

He’s still standing there frozen when you hand him a rolling pin. He frowns at it disdainfully before raising a skeptical eyebrow. This is so…beneath him.

“C’mon, let your inner kid out a little. I promise it tastes better when you’ve helped make it.” You shake the rolling pin at him.

Inner kid

You don’t have a single fucking clue.

He grumpily removes his gloves. He feels naked without them. He feels so raw, the Christmas cheer welcome but also a painful reminder of everything he was denied. He wants to be here but he feels unsure how to exist in a space when there are no expectations, no predetermined role he can play. Shedding the gloves feels like shedding a layer of skin but he can’t deny you when you look at him like that. You’re still wearing his cape around his shoulders and a sharp possessive pang runs through him.

His

He reaches out to grab the rolling pin.

“Normally people avoid giving me heavy blunt objects” He remarks dryly, although he quickly regrets it. It doesn’t seem to phase you though. You’ve heard the stories.

“You are a heavy blunt object capable of plenty of damage so I don’t think handing you a rolling pin is going to make much difference. Now get to work while I preheat the oven” You reach out to gently push him towards the dough.

He stares at it, frozen.

The dings from the oven ring in his ears.

It’s not that he doesn’t know what to do. The mechanics of a rolling pin are not difficult to fucking grasp. It’s just…none of this feels real. It feels like he’s still back in this lab and this is some cruel dream that will fade away into empty white. It’s like making one wrong move will shatter everything

He can’t lose this.

“Here! The recipe says ⅛ of an inch so you’ll need to roll it like this.” Your breath is hot on his ear as you lean in behind him.

Your hands rest tenderly on top of his as you gently guide him.

fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck

Your touch burns and a ravenous monster wakes in his chest. It howls and wails against the prison of his ribcage. He can smell you, hear your heart racing, practically taste the heavy scent of your soaking cunt into the air. The wood creaks under his grip as your thumb brushes against his. His cock is hard and leaking into the tight spandex of his pants. The ribbon on his hip is like a brand; like your hands are on him there too.

Fuck the cookies

The throb of his cock urges him to devour your brown sugar pussy instead.

But as strong as the sudden rush of his arousal, it pales in comparison to the prickling sting of tears at such a kind touch. The last person to touch him like this was…

Fake

Just like everything else

Except you

Except this.

A quiet sob escapes him but if you notice then you don’t acknowledge it. You just keep pushing your palms against his hands in a steady rhythm, the dough easily giving way. Your body rocks against his and the softness of you warms him to the core. He sees the flutter of his own cape out of the corner of his eye.

His

You’re his.

The whole world narrows down to only the two of you.

He could stay here forever with you. Life with you could be like Christmas for eternity. He’d never be alone. You’d never be alone. Just gingerbread scented air and mulled wine, and your body pressed to his forever.

“Alrighty! That just about does it. We just need to get out the cookie cutters and we’ll be good to go.” You pull back.

Something inside him snaps and he turns and grabs your shoulder, tugging you into him. You blink owlishly at him. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He reaches out to caress your cheek, relishing the warmth against his bare hand. You lay your hand over his although you make no move to pull away.

“I…” His breath catches.

“Can I kiss you?” You ask breathlessly

You don’t wait for an answer before shyly pressing your lips to his. It lasts barely a second before you're pulling back with a smug little smile. You point up and he barks out an incredulous laugh.

Mistletoe

A sprig of fucking mistletoe is attached to the ceiling.

“I thought you always spent Christmas alone.” He remarks, lips still burning. He’s dreaming. He’s…this can’t be real.

You chuckle.

“I’m not alone this year.” You respond before giving him another sweet kiss that he eagerly returns.

You taste exactly like brown sugar.

He giggles into the press of your lips

Merry fucking Christmas.

[pedroscurls]

christmas confessions (pt. 5 - day 5)

summary: it's christmas day and you and logan navigate your new relationship and get acquainted with one another. pairing: origins!logan howlett x fem!reader content warnings: smut (18+ mdni), seated cowgirl, fingering, unprotected p in v, these two lovebirds get their happy ending, no use of y/n. word count: 2.4k a/n: merry christmas everyone and happy holidays to those who celebrate (and even to those who don’t - hope you have an amazing day today) 🎄 hope you all enjoyed this little story - i really had so much fun writing it and giving origins logan a happy ending 🥹 pt. 4 | series masterlist.

DAY 5 — You wake up to the feel of Logan’s lips lightly peppering kisses along your shoulder, his strong arms wrapped around you from behind. Yesterday felt like such a dream. This was what you always wanted. He was always what you wanted. Knowing that he felt the same way felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. The entire night, you both spent it getting acquainted with each other. His soft kisses, his low growls, the feeling of him pushing into you… It was everything you dreamed of and more. 

You slightly stir in his arms and he just pulls you closer, lips now moving to your ear. “Morning, baby,” he whispers. 

You smile to yourself and slowly turn on your side to face him, hand coming up to his cheek. Your thumb brushes against his facial hair as you stare deeply into his eyes. “It’s Christmas,” you answer excitedly.

Logan chuckles and nods. “It’s Christmas. Merry Christmas, baby.” 

“Merry Christmas, Logan.” 

“Think we can spend every Christmas snowed in from now on?” he teases.

You let out a quiet giggle. “Hmm, well you’ll have to meet my family eventually.”

“Of course, but can I have you to myself for a little while longer before we get there?” 

“Oh, you’ve got a year,” you grin.

Logan laughs quietly and pecks your lips lightly. “Haven’t slept that good in a while,” Logan admits. 

“Maybe you just tired yourself out,” you tease, letting out a quiet yawn.

“Hmm,” he hums, leaning in to brush his nose with yours. “If anyone was tired after what we did last night, it’s you.”

You feel the heat in your cheeks rise as you move your hand from his cheek to move around to the nape of his neck. “Well, you just kept going… even after I felt like I couldn’t anymore.”

He smirks proudly. “Oh, baby,” he whispers, lips brushing against your own. “I just couldn’t get enough of you and the sounds you make, the look on your face when you come…” he growls lowly. “Mmm…”

Gently, you bring your free hand to push against his hard chest as you bite your lower lip. “Logan…”

“Yeah, baby?” he smiles, leaning down to brush his lips against your jawline. 

“I’m just a bit sore…”

“Okay,” he whispers.

“But maybe you can help me feel better?”

Logan grins as one of his strong hands moves to hook your leg around his hip. He brings you flush against his growing erection, feeling the thin fabric of your panties and his boxers separating. “Once we start, I may not be able to stop,” he says quietly, feeling your hips roll against him. 

“Then don’t,” you answer, leaning in and pressing your lips firmly against his. 

—

It’s noon by the time you and Logan get out of bed, but not after hopping into the shower together. You couldn’t get enough of him, just like how he couldn’t get enough of you. You never thought that you’d be here with him, like this. To get to see him come undone, to feel his lips on your most intimate parts of your body, to hear the way he groans and growls when he gets closer and closer to come. 

To finally get to hear him tell you that he loves you.

“I love you,” he whispers as he comes up from behind you. Logan’s arms wrap around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder as you stand near the stove to begin cooking lunch. 

You stop stirring the sauce and gently turn around in his arms, hands snaking up his chest. “I love you too, Logan.” 

“So, I got you something.” 

“You did?” You ask, your eyes lighting up. “What did you get me?” 

“It’s a surprise. Figured we could exchange gifts tonight.” 

“I’d really like that,” you answer. “Can we have hot chocolate too?” 

He chuckles. “Anything my girl wants, she’s gonna get.” 

“You spoil me,” you smile, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. 

“That’s because you deserve the world, baby.” 

“Logan…”

“You do,” he says honestly. “And I’ll do my damn best to give it to you.” 

You bite your lower lip and card your fingers through his hair, hearing him let out a quiet purr as his eyes flutter in contentment. “You deserve the world too, Logan.”

“I don’t know about that, baby,” he chuckles. “Been alive for so long… have done a lot of things that I regret… lost people that I love and care about. I think maybe I’m just doomed from the start. I’m just trying not to screw this up.” 

“You won’t,” you reassure him. “And you’re not doomed.” 

“Nothing ever works out for me,” he whispers hesitantly. “And if I’m being honest, it’s only a matter of time before I screw this up too.” 

“I’m not going to say it’ll be easy,” you begin. “But I can promise you that I’ll be here for everything; the good, the bad… I want it all as long as it’s with you. I would choose you over and over again, Logan.”

“Why?” He asks, brows furrowed. Logan never thought he was worthy of ever being loved, despite the lingering desire that looms over him. He always felt alone, felt like he just couldn’t belong anywhere, until he met you. 

You had felt like home the moment he met you. 

“Because you’re worth it… and I believe in you, in us.” 

Logan lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he suddenly leans in to peck your lips. Wherever you go, Logan knows that he’d follow. 

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you,” he finally says. 

“You’re a good man, Logan,” you say quietly, moving a hand to rest on his cheek. “And I’m a very lucky woman.” 

He scoffs playfully. “If anyone’s lucky, sweetheart, it’s me.” 

—

Later that night, you’re seated on the floor of the living room with a mug of hot chocolate dressed in one of Logan’s flannels and socks (and nothing else). He’s seated on the couch, staring down at you with a small smile on his lips. You’re so excited to open the gift he’s gotten you just as much as you’re excited to give him the gift you had gotten for him. 

He feels a sudden sense of happiness and contentment wash over him. Logan has loved before, but never like this. With you, he feels hopeful. With you, he feels like he can finally live a life that he’s seen so many people live. 

A life with someone you love. 

To build a home with. 

To build a future with. 

To settle down, to have kids… to be your husband and eventually a father to your children. 

With you, the possibilities are endless. 

“Okay, you open yours first.” You grin, handing him a neatly wrapped gift. 

Logan takes it from you gently and leans down to kiss your cheek. “Thank you, baby.” 

“It’s nothing big,” you tell him. “But I figured that you could put it up somewhere in here.” 

He tears open the wrapper and tilts his head. Once he unwraps the gift completely, a large grin lines his lips as he looks down at the small picture frame. Logan runs his thumb across the photograph, glancing over at you then moving his gaze back down to the picture frame in his hands. 

“I love it.” 

“Do you really?” You ask with a hopeful tone in your voice. “It’s one of my favorite pictures of us. I have it framed at my place and figured you could have one here too.” 

He nods, staring down at the picture in the frame. Logan can’t take his eyes off of you; the way your smile meets your eyes, the happiness written all over your features. It was a photograph of the both of you, his arm draped over your shoulder as your face buried into the crook of his neck. It’s obvious that you’re in the middle of laughing and Logan’s surprised at the look on his face too. 

His own smile looks relaxed, peaceful and he’s staring down at you with a loving gaze. He loved you then… just as much as he loves you now. 

“I love it,” he repeats. Logan stands from the couch and places the picture frame above his fireplace. He grins to himself as he gazes at the frame down to the fire he had going and along to the Christmas tree. For once, his cabin finally feels like home. 

“Okay, your turn,” he nods, pointing towards the gift in your hand. 

You grin excitedly and begin to rip through the wrapper. Logan lets out a chuckle at the sight of you, so focused and eager to unwrap the gift and find out what’s hidden. 

“D’ya like it?” He finally asks, seeing the gift he had gotten you now in full display in front of you. 

You nod slowly, tears stoning your eyes as you pull it close to your chest. “I love it, Logan.” 

“Yeah?” 

“It’s… Perfect.” 

“Not a lot of Wolverine plush toys out there,” he points out, moving back to the couch. “And I– I figured you’d like it… that maybe when I’m away or when we’re not together, you have this.” 

You nod and then gently set it aside to climb onto the couch with him. You straddle his waist and wrap your arms around him tightly, burying your face into the crook of his neck. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” he smiles to himself, arms wrapping tightly around your frame. “Did I do good?” Logan asks honestly. 

Slowly, you pull back to look down at him with a small smile and eyes glistening with tears that threaten to spill over. “You did amazing.” 

He smiles proudly. “Amazing enough that I get…” he wiggles his brows suggestively. 

“Oh, definitely.” You answer, leaning in to press your lips firmly against his own. It’s a slow and intimate kiss, like you’re finally kissing him for the first time. His strong hands move to lift the end of his flannels so that he can rest them on your hips. 

Logan plays with the waistband of your panties, gently tugging on them as he moves his lips with your own. Truthfully, he could spend the rest of his days like this with you. When he feels your hips roll against his own, you both let out a quiet groan. He uses this opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue past your lips as he moves one hand between your legs instead. Slowly, he pushes your panties off to the side and sinks one digit into your tight heat. You’re already so wet, causing Logan to pull away from the kiss to look at you instead. 

Your hands move to his shoulders, gripping it tightly as you feel his finger move in and out of your depths slowly. “Lo– Logan!” 

“Already so wet for me,” he points out with a grin. Logan pulls his finger out of you only to slide it back in with another digit. He can feel your walls stretching due to the width of his fingers as he slides both into the knuckle, curling his fingers within your depths. 

You let out a loud moan, back arching. “Baby, please,” you beg, walls trembling. “Need you…” 

He nods and tugs down his shorts with his boxers, revealing his erected length as it leaks at the tip. He replaces his fingers with his tip, slowly sliding you down onto him. Logan growls at the feeling of your warm and wet her sliding down inch by inch down his throbbing length. He can feel your fingertips dig into his shoulders and it only urges him further. 

“Will never get enough of this, of you,” Logan groans, feeling you sit firmly on his lap as his cock remains sheathed inside of you all the way. His eyes flutter when he feels you lift yourself and slide back down. He reaches up and undoes the few buttons on the flannel you’re wearing to reveal your bare front to him. 

“You feel so good,” you moan, back arching to expose more of your chest for him. Slowly, you begin to rock forward and backwards in his lap, the hair at his base causing just the right amount of friction against your bundle of nerves.  

“Yeah, baby?” He groans, hands moving to your hips to guide your movements. “Tell me how it feels, sweetheart. Fuck,” he grunts. 

“S– So deep, so full of you,” you whimper, picking up the pace in your movements. You can feel your peak bearing closer and closer with each roll of your hips and Logan lifts his hips just enough for his tip to nudge at your cervix. You let out a loud moan as a result, hips slowing down as your walls begin to tighten even further around him. 

“Fuck, baby– that’s it, take what you need,” Logan groans, watching you in absolute awe. 

You collapse against him, face burying into his neck as your body shakes against his own. You slow your movements to a halt as you ride out your climax, but it’s not enough of a break because Logan’s arms wrap around you tightly to keep you flush against him. He grounds his feet into the hardwood floor of his cabin and begins to thrust up into you. Skin slapping against skin echoes throughout his cabin, mixes in with your moans and his low groans. 

“Logan!” You exclaim, arms wrapping around his shoulders as he continues his quick and rapid thrusts. 

Logan turns his head and gently places a soft kiss on your temple as he pulls out to his tip only to slam back into you; he repeats this movement once, twice, three times before he begins to feel the tightness in his lower abdomen. 

He’s close, so fucking close… 

“I love you, Logan,” you whisper through your moans. It’s enough for Logan to pull out of you abruptly, reaching down to stroke himself as thick, white ropes of his come lands on your lower abdomen. He lets out a loud groan, body shuddering at his intense release. 

“Fuck,” he mumbles. “I love you, baby.” 

You smile to yourself and lean in to gently peck his lips. “Merry Christmas, Logan.” 

Logan chuckles. “Merry Christmas to you too, sweetheart.”

—-

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[neatwhiskeyplaguedoctor]

All I want. (Jinx x Male ft. Isha)

Real quick. This is an AU. Everyone lives except Jinx and Vi's bio parents, and Powder becomes Jinx as more of a phase that never really ended. Vi is with Cait, Ekko is single and has started the firelights as more of an activist group that got Zaun to how we saw in S2 Ep7. And Silco is like a grumpy grandpa.

Christmas. A day many people look forward to. Presents, food, Santa, etc. Many families look forward to the day. A break from school, a break from work, and for family joy. Where parents buy gifts for their kids and when kids stay up waiting to catch old jolly Saint Nick to leave presents.

Zaun and Piltover were transformed by the holiday. Lamp posts wrapped in tinsel, wreaths on every door, giant fake presents on the streets. Enforcers and Firelights handing out presents, the streets covered in snow, children running around, starting snowball fights, and such. Christmas music played on practically every block, carolers went door to door, etc. The Last Drop was heavily affected by this, much to Silco's dismay and Vander's amusement. The new festive look was due to three individuals. You, Jinx, and the little mute girl herself, Isha, with very little help from Mylo, Vi, and Claggor.

It's 7 AM. Dawn. December 25th, Christmas. Jinx and you are cuddled up in bed. Jinx adorning one of your T-shirts which was very oversized on the 5'3 girl, as well as some Hello Kitty pajama pants. You had on a white baggy T-shirt and some matching Batman pajama pants. You two lie peacefully in bed legs entwined, Jinx's head buried in your neck, your face buried in her hair, her arms around your torso, your right arm, which is cybernetic wrapped around her waist, your other hanging off the bed. It's peaceful, quiet... that was until Isha, your lovely, adopted daughter rushes into the room, dressed in her white bunny onesie. She immediately jumps into the bed of you and your blue-haired girlfriend, jumping up and down, giggling all the while as she makes noises sounding faintly like "Mama! Papa!" over and over. Jinx is the first one up. Groaning she pushes Isha's forehead lightly. "Quit it Scraps..." She says, mumbling her nickname for the girl. Isha pouts and shakes Jinx again. Soon Jinx yields and sits up stretching. "Couldn't wait could you kid?" Jinx asks, smiling and ruffling the girl's hair. Isha giggles and shakes you this time. "I'm up I'm up..." You grumble as Isha giggles. You reach up and pull the little mute girl down, kissing her forehead. "Mornin kiddo... Merry Christmas," you mumble as Isha signs back "Morning Papa, Merry Christmas." Smiling you look up at Jinx. "Mornin' Pixie." You whisper softly as Jinx leans down kissing you gently. "Morning to you too Trinket," she whispers back smiling against your lips. Isha on the other hand makes a 'bleh' sound before signing "You two are gross," causing you and Jinx to laugh at her reaction. You reach out and grab Isha pulling her between you and Jinx. Isha struggles and signs "Noooo we have to open presents!" You chuckle and ruffle her hair. "Not yet kiddo. Have to wait for Vi and Cait. Plus, Vander's probably cooking." You said softly causing Isha to pout. Jinx then perks up. "Wanna go help Grandpa Vander?" She asks smiling causing Isha's face to light up like a Christmas Tree, nodding furiously. "Go ahead kiddo. Just put on your shoes!" You say softly as Isha runs to her room. After you two hear the metal door to the workshop close Jinx immediately looks at you smiling. "I got you something~," she grins hopping out of bed and heading to her closet, her hips swaying naturally. She rummages through the closet and pulls out a small wrapped box. She walks over and straddles your waist handing it to you. "Open it." She says softly. Smiling you begin to unwrap it before opening the box revealing a case for your cybernetic arm, specifically your forearm. It was painted with multiple designs from both Isha and Jinx. It was a stark contrast from your black and purple arm but it fit. Because it was from her and Isha. Smiling you attach it looking up at Jinx. "How's it look?" You ask softly causing Jinx to smile and kiss you gently and lovingly. "20 times better," She teases before kissing you again. "Merry Christmas.

[whorekneecentral]

A New Tradition

George Russell x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cheesy christmas traditions, first christmas as a married couple, matching pjs, handsy george, penetrative sex (p in v), oral (m!receiving), cream pie.

Word Count: 1,148

Author's Note: this is a short one and it's late lol, my apologize to the george girlies

merry smutmas series

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You and George spend your first Christmas together and you mash together the traditions from both of your families. 

Your first Christmas as a married couple was a special one.

When the two of you were dating, you bounced from place to place. Your family or his depending on the year and the holiday. Now that you were married, George suggested that the two of you spend the holidays at home, just you and him.

You agreed with his suggestion, the two of you calling your families and letting them know that from now until new years, you'd be unavailable as you'd be spending time together.

Most of the racing season, you don't get to see George. You're stuck at work and there are very few weekends that you're able to hop on a plane and go see him. When he's home from racing, he's exhausted so you don't get to go many places or do much.

It wasn't the ideal way to spend your first year as a married couple but that's life I suppose.

The holidays were a much needed break from reality; you and your husband cuddled up with nothing to do and nnwhere to be.

As a married couple does, you had old traditions and new ones.

George suggested stockings be your new tradition, seeing that neither you nor him had one in years. You got customs ones made, all your favourite places and things on there, your names stitched into the top and hung on your fireplace.

As for old traditions, your family always ordered Christmas breakfast opposed to making it. So you ordered from your favourite spot, a few minutes from the flat in London.

After breakfast, you two opened your gifts, FaceTiming your families to wish them a Merry Christmas.

The rest of the afternoon was spent lazing, you two went for a walk around the block, getting some fresh air before George started on Christmas dinner - his family tradition. He made sure to get everything done for 7pm on the dot, of course his mum on FaceTime so the two of them could cook together. That was mostly because George had no idea what he was doing. You popped in and out to help when you could but George shooed you away, assuring you he knew what he was doing.

For a first attempt, things came together quite well. He did burn the potatoes but if you look past that, it was just as good as his mum's.

A new tradition, a Christmas movie marathon topped with matching pjs.

Your lives were so hectic, you barely saw each other, let alone had time to watch a movie together without the other falling asleep.

The two of you had debated quite a bit before you settled on a pair. You wanted something fun like the Grinch and George wanted the classic flannel.

As any married couple would do, you compromised; flannel pants for George, flannel shorts for you and you both had these cheesy custom shirts that Lewis had made for you two as a joke - George's race car with the Roscoe sitting in it.

The two of you were sprawled on the couch, the tv playing quietly in the background. You tried to focus on the movie but all you could feel was George's fingers on your legs. Your husband traced patterns into your skin, his fingers wandering higher with each passing second.

"George," you mumble, his hand wiggling away from your grip as it continues its hike up your legs.

"What?" He looks over at you.

"Are you even watching the movie?"

"I've seen it a million times babe."

You roll your eyes, "yeah? So what's happening?"

George looks up at the screen, trying to make up something but he shrugs. "I don't know." He admits, making you laugh.

The man pulls you to sit up, his hands on your hips as he helps you up and over onto his lap. "How am I meant to watch the movie if I'm facing you?" You asked him, arms over his shoulder.

"I'm much better than the movie," he says, a smile on his face.

You roll your eyes yet again, playfully of course. George pulls you flush against him, his hands under your shirt. "This isn't very family friendly, George."

He pulls the shirt over your head, tossing it somewhere behind you. "Good thing there's no family here."

You lean into your husband, kissing him softly before moving to his cheek and down his jaw.

The kisses trail down his neck to his collarbone before you scoot back on his lap and begin kissing down his chest, his shirt joining yours on the floor. You follow the pattern of his freckles all the way down to his hips.

Sliding off his lap, you settle onto your knees in front of George. Your husband smiles, his knuckles rubbing along your jaw.

“You’re so pretty,” he hums, leaning down to kiss you.

Your hands slide between the two of you, undoing the knot on his pants, George lifts his hips and helps you slide them off. His eyes fixed on you as your lips wrap around his cock, his chest dropping and raising with each breath.

He can’t help but watch the way your head bobs up and down. His hand pulls your hair away from your face, letting you set the pace.

His head falls back against the couch, breathing out a string of explicits as you hollow your cheeks. “C’mere, sweetheart.” George whispers, pulls you off him slowly, savouring the feeling of your tongue sliding up the underside of his cock.

You're back on his lap now, George's hands reach under you to pull your shorts to the side. You're kissing him again, he was about to pull your panties to the side only to realize you don’t have any on. He smiles against your lips.

George lets you sink down onto his cock. Both of you letting out a satisfied sigh, your nails dig into his pale skin. The red marks on his shoulders match the nail polish on your fingers.

It’s hot, heated, and heavy.

He bucks his hips and your nails drop down from his shoulders to the scratches along his back. He lets out a groan, his face buried in the crook of his neck.

Your hand tangles in his hair, pulling his head back so you can kiss him. You kiss all over his face, his cheeks red from the blush forming on his cheeks.

He loves when you love on him like that.  

“You’re so good to me,” you mumble against his cheek, rocking your hips back and forth. “Mmm there,” you breathe, chest pressed to his. Charles’s lips find your shoulder, he bites down softly when he cums, feeling you clench around him.

You're lying against your husband, his giant hand on your back. "I think your movie is over," he whispers in your ear.

You giggle, shaking your head. "That's okay.

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[steddieasitgoes]

@steddiemas Day 15 Prompt: Spread Holiday Cheer

Tags: Established Relationship, Future Fic, Christmas Fluff, Sending Holiday Cards, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington

wc: 1554 | Rating: G

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Eddie’s perched on the kitchen counter, two fingers deep in a jar of peanut butter when the front door creaks open and shut. Barefoot patter across the reclaimed wood floor until Steve appears in the doorway. He has a  stack of mail tucked under his arm. An open card clutched between his hands.

“Did Dustin tell us Suzie was pregnant again?” Steve asks. He swats Eddie off the counter as he walks to the corner they’ve designated for unopened mail. Dropping the mail on the stack of overflowing flyers and magazines they’ve yet to get through, he squints at the card in his hands.

“I talked to him yesterday and he didn’t mention anything,” Eddie mumbles, mouth full of peanut butter. “Why?”

“She definitely looks pregnant.”

“Sweetheart,” Eddie chastises as he winds the lid of the peanut butter back on the jar. “You can’t assume she’s pregnant just because she looks a little…”

The words fizzle out as he rests his head on Steve’s shoulder. His eyes take in the Christmas card in his hands. Henderson’s are always his favorite. The boy’s always had a thing for dramatics, something that hasn’t waned with age. Or the growing brood of kids he’s acquiring.

This year's card is Star Wars-themed. Dustin dressed as Han and Suzie in Leia’s white costume. Their oldest son is Luke, lightsaber held high. The twins in homemade R2D2 and C-3Po costumes.

The youngest has been painted green, channeling Yoda if Eddie had to guess. And of course, their dog rounds out the eccentric bunch in a homemade Chewbacca costume.

One glance at Suzie’s growing belly, stretching the fabric of Leia’s dress is all it takes for Eddie to confirm Steve’s suspicions. The message at the bottom of the card also helps.

“You really should read these with your glasses on,” Eddie teases, fingers reaching over Steve to tap at the message printed at the bottom. “Says here their “galaxy” is growing in spring.”

“Christ,” Steve says, shaking his head. “He’s building a damn sports team over there.”

Eddie snorts. “More like a D&D group. They’re going to be the Von Trapps of the Dungeons and Dragons world one day.”

With a snort of his own, Steve shakes Eddie off of him and crosses the room to their fridge. It’s not uncommon for the yellowing white door to be flooded with messages and cards, but it’s ten times worse during December. Eddie can barely get into the freezer without a card or two falling, taking their magnets with them.

Still, Steve doesn’t let the cluttered fridge stop him from hanging Dustin’s card up there amongst the rest. Eddie watches as he takes a step back, hands coming to rest on his hips as he admires the holiday spread in front of him.

Dustin’s card sits towards the top, sandwiched between one from the Sinclairs — a back shot of Lucas, Max, and their daughter Ellie hand in hand on a beach in California — and one from the Byers-Hoppers — Hop and Joyce sat in their matching rocking chairs on their porch with dopey smiles on their faces as they look out on their hoard of grandkids.

There’s a card from the Wheeler-Byers, too — a caricature of their family, the boys, and their army of dogs no doubt drawn by Will himself. It sits beside the one from El and Erica, a joint holiday postcard from Italy where they’re studying abroad.

Nancy and Jonathan are the most professional of the bunch — no surprise given Jonathan’s photography skills and Nancy’s perfectionism. The one of Jeff’s kids is one of Eddie’s favorites, the trio screaming on Santa’s lap while Jeff and his wife smile at the camera. A close second is Gareth and Freaks who decided to hit up the local JcPennys for awkward family portraits with their girlfriends.

Robin and Chrissy’s is front and center, the two of them kissing under the mistletoe while their daughter rolls her eyes in the background. Beside it is one from Wayne and Scott, a grainy shot that Steve took himself the last time they visited Hawkins. There’s one from Eden and Argyle from Missouri, which was news to everyone when it arrived.

A handful from Steve’s past students tacked up over each other along with ones from their coworkers. Fleeting faces in their lives, along with permanent fixtures.

In the center of it all is their card from this year. They took it back in July when prices were cheaper and Steve could order them in bulk without breaking the bank. They’re smiling at the camera on the couch in their living room, a silly Santa plush sits between them. Both in godawful ugly sweaters with Santa hats perched on their heads despite the sweltering summer sun peaking in from the bay window.

Maybe he’s biased, but he thinks theirs is his favorite.

Eddie’s pretty sure it’s the best one they’ve ever taken which is why he feels the wind knocked out of him when he spots Steve frowning at it.

“Everything okay, Stevie?”

Steve hums, prying his eyes away from the fridge to look at Eddie. He offers him a soft smile and a curt nod before excusing himself. Eddie’s pretty sure he hears him mumble something about needing to start this week's lesson plan.

Eddie knows it’s a lie — it’s the final week before winter break and Steve never teaches during it — but he doesn’t call him out on it. Instead, he lets his boyfriend slink out of the room. When he’s gone Eddie shifts his attention back to the fridge, eyes squinted as he tries to puzzle out what has Steve so bum hum bug all of a sudden.

He doesn’t get it at first. There’s nothing different about this year's cards than the hoards they’ve received in the past. Everyone who should be up there is up there, smiling wide at what this year has given them. Happy parents and smiling kids, wild pets, and even wilder adventures.

His eyes are making a third pass over the cards when it clicks. Eddie knows Steve’s not disappointed with the way their life has turned out, but it's clear from the cards littering their fridge that something is missing. 

Every card screams family, except theirs.

Well, Eddie thinks, that simply won’t do.

💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌

It takes three days for Eddie to pull everything together. The minute Steve leaves for work on the fourth day, he gets to work setting everything up. In a matter of hours, their living room gets transformed from a moderate Christmas room to one that belongs in those cheesy movies Steve always has on.

He’s relocated the tree to the middle of the room, decked everything out with garland and twinkling light, and hand-painted the Santa’s workshop sign he stayed up late making last night. After an hour-long call with Jonathan, he manages to get the camera and tripod set up.

Getting their pets dressed takes the longest, but after chasing everyone around and bribing them with a shit ton of treats he gets all 3 dogs, 4 cats, Parrot, snake, and bunny in their respective holiday attire. He’s putting the finishing touches on his own look when he hears the familiar creak of the front door.

“Eds?” Steve calls, voice tinged with curiosity. “What’s going on?”

“We’re taking our Christmas card picture,” Eddie says, appearing around the corner in a red Santa suit.

Steve blinks before slowly looking around the room. The dogs and cats all match in elf costumes. Pierce the Bunny and Ozzy the Parrot are somehow keeping elf hats on their head and Sizzle the Snake has a ribbon wrapped loosely around her body like the world's most delicate Christmas present.

Eddie watches as Steve takes everything in, lips parted in that cute confused look he always gets. Fish out of water, he likes to tease.

“Don’t worry, I have your costume here too,” Eddie says, holding up a matching red Santa suit.

“I’m confused, we already sent our cards out for the year.”

Eddie hums. “We did, but we forgot to include some very important members of our family in the card. Don’t you think our friends deserve to have all our beautiful faces on their fridges?”

“I mean, I guess? It’s going to cost a fortune though this late in the game.”

“Our family is worth it.”

💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌

It costs them an arm and a leg to get the cards printed and sent out in time, but it's worth it to see the smile permanently etched on Steve’s face as he tacks it up on the fridge, replacing their original card.

This time when he steps away there’s nothing but pure happiness on his face.

“I know it’s not the big family you dreamed of,” Eddie says, wrapping his arms around him as he admires the display. “But it’s still pretty great, right?”

“It’s perfect, Eds.”

💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌💌 💌 💌

The following year, Dustin’s isn’t the only card with a new face on it. Steve, Eddie, and their army of pets are joined by a pair of timid smiles. A brother-sister duo whom they’ve been fostering since February. If all goes as planned, they’ll be permanent fixtures on the Munson-Harrington card for decades to come. 

[hannah-chocolate]

Red Hood/Jason Todd

Headcanons

Before I start I'd like to say that this is the first time I've ever written something on tumblr so it may not be very good but I hope you can feel that I've captured a little of the essence of Jason's character with these headcanons, so remember this is a totally personal opinion and it's ok if you don't think the same as I do. By the way, my first language is not English (it's Spanish) so I might be wrong with some words, I apologize in advance for that.

The Lazarus pit healed all of Jason's scars and he didn't like this much because there were scars that had valuable meaning to him.

Thanks to the lazarus pit Jason ages slower.

Jason was pained that Bruce would remove him from the family portrait and not let him go to the opening of the hospital on behalf of Alfred.

Jason actually speaks very cleanly and only uses rude words when he is very angry or making jokes.

Jason actually gets along very well with dick and their differences only surface when it comes to moral issues (such as respecting batman's rule of not killing).

He often has many nightmares about the night the joker tortured him.

He prefers hamburgers over pizza.

Jason is the most sentimental of the bat-family (this is actually Canon, Damian said in a comic).

He has an amazing spelling and a very nice handwriting.

Romantic relationships don't usually last long because Jason usually thinks those girls deserve better than him.

He doesn't want to have children because he thinks the world is too cruel and hard to bring another child into this world (he thinks having children is selfish). Despite that Jason likes children very much and knows how to treat them very well.

Jason is an old soul.

He loves romantic and soft songs.

He loves to read and every time he has time he does so.

Jason music favorites are: Jazz, Rock, Rap, Hip-Hop, and Ballads.

He loves to cook because it relaxes him.

He likes video games very much.

He doesn't usually fall in love easily.

He loves cats and dogs alike.

He has a very large collection of guns which he often cleans and has a name for each one.

His favorite time of the year is Halloween.

Christmas is very depressing for him.

He would actually like to get married someday.

Jason thinks that every day many innocent people die in Gotham because of Bruce's absurd rule not to kill.

This would be the end, I hope you enjoyed it, I don't know if I will do a part 2 or keep writing, I guess it depends on how things go🥹💓

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Hello. I hope I'm not bothering you, but I was wondering what's your personal headcanons on the Bayverse Turtles? I may have spelled headcanons wrong, so correct me if I am wrong.

(Dude I always spell headcanons wrong I got you)

Oooh hc time! Random stuff really, but:

Mikey has ADHD and Autism. I mention it very briefly in my tmnt chat fic, but I read a fanfic with this idea and it just fits so much for me. Especially the ADHD, which I think the creator of the movie confirmed somewhere anyway?

Donnie has chronic pain in his upper back/spine area, specifically where the shoulders are. To me, he just seems to have a more awkward, uneven build compared to his brothers - he is thinner and taller, yet his shell is still huge. So i kind of had this hc floating around. Idk if other people like it but eh. Cant be a nerd without a bad back I guess

Mikey and Donnie are definitely the younger brothers. Mikey being almost a full year after Donnie, and Donnie being about half a year after Raph and Leo (who are the same age)

Raph knits. Basically confirmed anyway. Specifically he learnt to knit after they were struck by a particularly harsh winter and needed blankets - Raph, being the only one that wasn’t too weak/in hibernation mode at the time, learnt how to knit to try and protect his family when he couldn’t fight the enemy with punches and kicks. He still knits blankets for them every year when the winter grows cold. They keep every one, so they have the comfiest beds

They share a room. 4 giant turtles crammed into one room with rickety bunk beds and hammocks is very funny to imagine

Leo loves romance movies. In particular the TV movie ones.

Leo had a similar attitude to Raph when he was a child until Splinter went missing for a few days whilst scavenging for food (he was fine in the end…mostly. A hasty escape from a warehouse caused him to injure his leg and be forced to hide until he could gain enough strength to return to his sons). When seeing his brothers grow hungry and scared over the few days he took charge, becoming much more of the Eldest Brother figure.

Mikey idolises Leo. He wants to be just like him one day. He thinks he’s the coolest. (It makes Leo’s comment about his head “always being in the clouds” hurt so much more)

Mikey gets a Klunk eventually, saved from being drowned. Her siblings were not as lucky (yes, I am very much writing a fic for this)

Donnie’s favourite pass time is computer science/programming/IT based activities, like how 2012 Donnie seems to enjoy chemistry the most and 2003 Donnie leans heavily towards engineering.

Leo loves house plants

Raph hates house plants

Donnie is blind as hell without his glasses and spent a lot of his younger years unable to see much. Once he could finally see he suddenly was given a world with endless possibilities and potential

Leo is terrible at technology. I’m talking 80 year old woman bad. He always clicks on scam ads and blows up computers. Something just doesn’t click with him and technology

They all have heavy turtle instincts due to them, like 2003, being just turtles rather than a mix of human dna. This causes them to have instincts and qualities turtles have such as retreating into their shells, brumating (at least partially), chirping, etc.

Donnie has a major sweet tooth

Raph can’t stand most sweet things

As kids, they would spend most their time looking at the human world and pretending they were with them.

Donnie is autistic, and has a lot of stims when he is happy that involve chittering and chirps.

Leo cheats at every video game/board game they play due to the eldest sibling advantage

Mikey loves to draw his own comics

Their Christmas hip hop album is fire

Raph is actually the cook, and is quite good at it. Mikey always burns things or they are undercooked because he’s too impatient, Donnie experiments and Leo blows everything up

That’s all for now!

[callmedylan]

Fnaf Movie But Ness, Vanessa, Cory, Max, and Mike are all just in one big friend group and call themselves the “Fazgang”

‼️Important info‼️: okay so I’ve been thinking about this idea for an AU and stuff where Cory, ness, max, Vanessa, and Mike are all in a silly little friend group and they call themselves the “Fazgang” and they just hang out and stuff. So have some fact, headcanons, and info dump about this hc/AU cause I love it. I ship Vanessa x Max and SecurityWaiter so be prepared for those to be sprinkled in. (I ask that you credit me if you draw or use this AU pls :))) /nf )

Also petition to make Vanessa x max a ship and Call it “LockJaw” (for obvious reasons)

I imagine they all met someway through Mike. Mike introduced Vanessa to Max since him and max have been friends for a while, then Mike meets Ness because him and Abby become regulars at Sparkys and he eventually invites him to hang out with him, Vanessa, and max and the 4 just don’t stop hanging out. Then they one night decide to take a taxi to the place they are going to and Cory is their driver, and nobody really knows how but by the end of the ride they’ve all exchanged numbers with Cory and the 5 make plans to start hanging out.

ness is the tallest out of them all being 5”11 and whenever they are walking with each other down the street his head just sorta peaks over everyone.

the gang will usually hang out and play video games, and If Ness convinces them, they’ll read over random creepypasta stories and urban legends on online forums.

the group has a group chat where they all text each other during work or when they are bored.

Cory tends to rant about the weirdos he has to drive around with ness while ness rants about the rude customers he has to deal with.

Max enjoys writing and wants to be a romance author. She works at a library so she can read the romance books on her breaks.

ness gives the gang a discount whenever they stop in to sparkys and calls it a “personal friend discount” (he technically isn’t allowed to give them a discount but his boss will never know)

The group loves Halloween and they usually dress up and walk around their town to crash any party’s, parades, or to just take Abby trick or treating.

ness convinced the gang to create an online ARG with him with “found footage” recordings and everything but he eventually forgot about it and a large community started to surround it thinking it was real and he ended up having to apologize for it like 10 years later.

ness has a online conspiracy theory forum where he discusses his theory’s, the gang follows it and boosts his posts for him.

the gang likes to go to scary houses during Halloween and they each react very differently. Ness tends to grab at people (usually Mike) to steady himself when scared, Cory is prone to screaming loudly but also charging at the actors (they’ve almost gotten kicked out before because of this), max has a very slow reaction time and tends to just freeze up or swear under her breath when an actor jump-scares her, Vanessa doesn’t react at all (literally, she just doesn’t get scared by that type of stuff), and Mike just acts how any normal person would (or he tries to run off).

ness is gay, Vanessa and Mike are both bi, max is a lesbian, and Cory is straight.

since none of them are close to their families (except for Cory) the group hangs out together during holidays like Christmas. Cory usually visits his family for Christmas and holidays but on years where he can’t visit he’ll spend time with them.

cory made them all each a driving Mixtape for their birthdays.

they each have very differing music tastes. Ness preferring musical music, max prefers old love songs, Cory prefers 90’s hip hop, Vanessa likes alternative rock, and Mike enjoys any type of 90-2000s grunge rock and emo music. (Mike definitely listens to the smiths, the cure, and Alex G)

The gang ate over at Vanessa’s one night and the 5 tried to make dinner but failed and made a mess of her kitchen (they ordered takeout and spent the rest of the night listening to music and cleaning up Vanessa’s kitchen.)

Mike sometimes leaves Abby to be babysat by the gang while he’s off working and he once came back to them all dressed up with glitter makeup having a tea party with Abby (she forced them to do this)

In this AU Max does not die but Vanessa and Mike never tell Cory, Ness, or max all of the extra details. They know the robots are haunted to some capacity but not about Vanessa’s involvement or any specific details.

(This is not canon to the au, just a “what if” scenario) if max were to still die in this AU, Vanessa and Mike would not tell Cory and Ness what happened, out of concern for the twos genuine well being and because of how absurd it seems.

all of them visited Freddys some time in their childhood

Max and Vanessa have a fear of mascot outfits

Ness wanted to do a “paranormal investigation” at Freddy’s for theorizing and emailed the owner several times for about 2 months leading up to the events of the movie (he also begged Mike to sneak him in during his working nights but Mike said no cause he didn’t want to get fired).

cory called them the “Fazgang” once as a joke and it kinda just stuck, now that’s what they and everyone who knows about their group refers to them as.

when Cory and the group went for a drive in his taxi they went on a back road and ended up breaking down in the middle of a dirt road in the woods. (They just finished a movie marathon where they watched the texas chainsaw massacre and Wrong Turn 1, so now half of them refuse to leave the car.)

Abby slept through the entire situation.

Lots of trauma, it’s like a group therapy session 24/7.

all of them get along with Abby, she actually gets excited whenever they hang out (since Mike takes her with him due to not wanting to leave her home alone by herself).

They all share a single braincell.

Ness and max are both 25, Mike is 26, Cory is the youngest at 24, and Vanessa is the oldest being 26 as well but older by a month.

[phoniexrose02]

Merry Christmas

Xolo Maridueña x Black! Reader

Sum: Xolo & Reader are Married with Kids an Finally have the Night alone to Exchange your own Gifts~

Smutt~

The Morning started the Screaming of your Babies, The Three little Toddlers Quietly Snuck into your Bedroom before pounced onto you bed.

Papá! Mommy! Can we open our presents yet?? Can we!??

You Both Awoke with a Grumble, you stare over to the Clock as Xolo played an Tickled his Kids." You'll get your Present but first you must fight the tickle Monster!" You snuggled into your Fur sheets as you had Read exactly 6 Am.

Just a Few More Hours...

"Momma?? Do we get presents now?" Your youngest Pouted, an We're Up...

You Sat up as Xolo Greeted you with a Kiss."Merry Christmas~" he said before hopping out of bed, his littlings Following Close behind. You follow as well Tossing on a Simple Red Robe.

Presents??

They asked in unison, Making You both smile."Presents." You Nodded as they Quickly Ran to the Living room Cheering leaving the two of yo alone for a Sec." Ready for today?" Xolo asked you quietly wrapping his arms around your waist."with you by my side? always..." You Grumbled out he Giggled at your morning Grogg, he hugged your Waist Tight before Sinking into a Passionate Kiss.

Watching your Young Happily unwrap there Christmas present was Only the Beginning of the day, you than had to Get them Dressed for a Christmas Party your Families had Planned. Though very Polite they were very Courageous, and would some time disappear from sight all together. By the time you both were ready to go it was a Mad Search, Xolo Held one toddler in his Arms while another Clung to his Leg." Ready to Go??" He Asked finding you with your last child clinging to your hip."Yes. Let's Go" He Huffed following you out, your Attitude seemed to be Taking a 180, Sour Apple..

As you all attended your last Party of the Night, Your Kids Were Nearly Falling asleep in the BackSeat as you Packed up to Head Home, They'd Had enough Hot Choco and Candy Cane's to Have them out for the Night."Hey.." Xolo Muttered out as he Climbed into the Driver's Seat."You ok? You seem a Bit I don' kno agitated?" You Only shook your Head an stood forward, it was clear you just wanted to be home Right now.

"I'm ok Don't worry about me" He started the Car and began the Drive home. You'd placed your Hand on his Thigh as he Drove and turned the Radio on Low, The Heat Warming your Face and Nose."You know I'm always gonna Worry about you Baby" he Whispered letting his hand intertwine with yours. The Drive went Quietly, an as he Pulled into the Driveway you Squeezed his thigh an Smile at him. "Let's get them to Bed" you Opened the Car Door Leaving Xolo Stunned to your almost immediate Moon Swing.

Wait...

He Chuckled to himself as he slowly got out of the Car, You Carried Two sleeping Toddlers on your Waist leaving the Last to Him." Can you Grab the Gifts as well Babe?" You asked heading for the Door, He Did as you asked in amazement You'd had the strength of a Seasoned Mother, He loved how strong you were without him Even if you Were Pregnant.

He Headed inside Finding his other children Already Snuggled up in their Beds, He found the House Rather Quiet an Dark for you just walked in, the Tree Being the only Light in the Living Room. He Laid down his Last Child before heading to his Dimly lit Bed Room."Y/n/n?" He Called out Quickly Examining the empty room, before seating himself on the bed. He stared at the Bathroom Door in thought. 'Had you gotten sick? No way you were already getting morning Sickness'

Xolo was Pulled from his Thought when the Door Opened to Reveal your Lingerie Set. It was a Rather Simple set Red top and Bottoms that Matched beautifully with your Skin, an a Cute little Christmas Shawl that Was Wrapped around your Shoulders."I hope you locked the Door~" you Spoke Confidently Strutting over to him, Leaving him a Bit star struck, it was Rare you'd Wear anything Special for him in the Bed Room.

"Just wanted me to Yourself~" he Grabbed at your Hips Pulling you into his Lap Quickly Causing a Soft Chuckle to leave your lips, he let his Fingers Sink in you beautiful skin before Gently kissing at the back of your Neck." Ms. Claus Wants a Warm CreamPie for Christmas~" you Mewl out Grinding Into his Groin. He Picked you up before Tossing you Further onto the bed, he pulled off his Sweater an Pants Leaving him in nothing but his Boxers.

" All you Had to Do was Ask Mi Amor~" he Crawled into between Legs."Sadly I'll have to take This Sexy Little Fit off you in the Process" he Pulled at your Panties quickly Finding the Mess you Had Hidden Underneath, he Licked at his lips Before Diving straight into your messy Poon, he Licked long strides Starting at your Hole and Flicking up to your Clit."Mm~" you moaned and he continued his Flicking at your Clit an shoved his Middle finger into your Cunt.

"Oh God Papi~" you Huffed letting your Hands Run Threw his Black Curls, He Pulled your legs Closer Moaning as your Cunt made a Messy of his Face, you couldn't help but Wiggle and Jerk against him an all he did was Follow your hips, Not letting you Run from his Grasp.

You'd pulled your Breast from Their Cups pulling and Twisting at your Breast, you Began to Jerk an Shake at his Constant Assault on your Pussy and pulled at his Hair as you began to Cum."Oh God, oh God Fuck!~" he let out a Long Moan an Held your legs Tight against his Face.

He Finally pulled away his Short Beard Covered in your Sinful Juices and his Lips red and Raw, you relaxed against the Pillows with a Beautiful Bright Smiling Taking your Face.He stripped from what little clothing left as you Sat up." What are you doin'?" He asked Curiously as you began running your Arms against his Chest.

" It's your Turn Papi, Laid down for me?~" he Chuckled doing as you ask he Rest on his Elbows as he laid Back, you Jerk at his Dick before giving his Tip a Kiss he Hummed Happily before reaching for your ass to Slap."Ready Papi?~" before he could Nod to your Question you Quickly Took him to the Root, His Hair Tickling at your Face.

" Fuck! Oh Fuck!" He whined Leaning back against the Pillows, he Growled as you started moving up and down Quickly taking all of him Down your Throat, he Gripped the Sheets already Finding myself Close as you swallowed him Down Only to have you Quickly pull off of him."Mnm im getting that full Creampie~" you Mewled out crawling into his Lap Rubbing his Spit Covered Cock Against you Messy Lips.

"I won't last~" he Growled out Wrapping his Arms against your Waist, you slowly shove yourself down on him, Making him Jerk up into you With a Moan. You Quickly Took Note moving your hips up and down Fast, you wanted his Hot Load in your Warm Cunt so Bad it didn't take long for you to Near your Climax as well with his Dick hitting your Perfect spots." Oh Fuck! I'm Cumming Baby! " He Squeezed your hips Fucking faster into your Cunt before Spilling his Load, He Hugged your Back an Waist in Pure Bliss.

" Yes Papi Gimme All of it!~" you Gently Rocked your Hips milking him as much as you could, as you Squirted you couldn't stop yourself from Bouncing hard on your Overstimulated Husband." Fuck! Fuck I can't Baby! Please~" he begged holding onto you tightly, your moans fill the room as you chased your 3rd orgasm Xolo clinging onto you for dear life as you tried milking him for another.

He shoved his face into your breast as you made him cum once More, your Walls overflowing with him.

"Fuck I'm so full Papi~"

You Coo Slumped down in his Arms, He giggled Watching the Gush Between your Legs by."Merry Christmas Amor~"

"Merry Christmas Papi~"