#I finished one for ficmas

[nina-ya]

Poking my head in to say hi!!! How are you all!! How’s Tuesday treating you?

[mysterynoel]

12 Days of Ficmas Day 4 - [REDACTED] Treat 2022

Title: TBD

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Ship: Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd / Female My Unit | Byleth Eisner

First Worked On: November 2022

Last Worked On: January 2023

On the afternoon of the eighteenth, just as Dimitri was sending a photo of his lunch to Dedue as proof he was eating, he heard a knock on the door. Answering it, he found a woman who looked vaguely familiar: Byleth.

She gave a small wave. “Hi, I’m Byleth Eisner, the RA on duty for the Blue Lion.”

“I’m Dimitri Blaiddyd.”

“We’ve met before, right?”

“Once or twice, but we really didn’t speak.”

“I thought so.” She unfolded a piece of paper that he recognized as the sign-up sheet. “According to the sheet, you’ll be the only person staying here during the break.”

“Shouldn’t there have been students from the residence hall moving in here?”

“There should have been, but there weren’t that many students staying. To add onto that, the Ashen Wolf has more than a couple of students graduating this weekend. That complex will be hosting the majority of them.”

“I suppose that makes sense.”

“If you have any questions or need anything, I’m in room 406. You can also text me. Do you have my number?”

“I don’t think I do.”

She took out her phone and unlocked it before handing it to him, the messaging app opened. “Can you put your number here?”

He typed it in and handed it back to her.

She typed something and put her phone away, his phone dinging not even a moment later.

Looking at the screen, he saw the new message with the sender name “Maybe: Byleth.” Hey, it’s Byleth. :)

“Now you have my number. Let me know if you need anything.”

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 12 - WRAPPING PRESENTS

Title: Presents with Price

Synopsis: John and you take a small... break from wrapping presents.

Warnings: This is uh.. smut :) other than that, nothing much other than mentions of Johnny having chemical burns (because he's a bomb tech, it's kind of realistic I reckon) oh and like mild voyuerism but nothing much lol. Also female anatomy + fem praise (atta girl) and a spank because The Missus don't write no smut without spanking

AN: god I love writing smut for this man oh uhhhh and merry Christmas :)

You're sat across from John, genuinely trying to focus but he's looking scrumptious in those flannel pants and low cut shirt. 

"How many left to wrap?" You ask, slightly breathless, currently working on Simon's gift, wrapping carefully.

"Got Kyle's, Kate's, and then I think we're good," he responds, glancing back up at you before looking down at whatever he's wrapping. 

You sigh, snipping with the scissors the wrapping paper, folding it up carefully. You aren't really... Focused, though. You're looking at his hands.

He watches you with a small chuckle, already finished with whatever he's wrapping.

"Johnny said 'e wants us t'wrap his gifts for Kyle, Kate, and Sim'n. Says 'is 'ands are real bad after the mission--chemical burns and the like," he mutters out, tilting his head as he watches you, flustered to be caught staring, trying to wrap with shakey little hands.

"Copy that," you mutter, setting the gift aside, grabbing the next one to start wrapping.

He lets out a soft hum, "'Ow 'bout whenever you're done with all that we take a little break, hm?" He offers, patting his thigh with one of those deliciously meaty hands.

You nod, squeaking slightly, "Yeah.. little break would b'nice."

You start to wrap a little quicker, fumbling slightly. He chuckles, watching how flustered you are. Once that present is done, he opens his arms, welcoming you with that smile.

He sets you down in his lap, plopping you down and wrapping his arms around you. He kisses from your jaw down your neck, placing little nips and kisses and licks, teasing you.

"J-John.." you mumble, shutting your eyes and putting both your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself upright.

"Yes, lovie?" He responds with a smirk.

"Y-ou're such a damn-" you're cut off by him sinking his teeth into the crook of your neck, sucking down and making you let out a gasp.

"I'm a what?" He asks, smirking as he goes back to just gentle, feathery kisses.

"A d-damn tease.." you whisper, taking a deep breath to try to hold yourself together. By now one of his hands is rubbing up and down your side, before it goes down to your thighs, rubbing up and down again.

"A damn tease? I'm teasin' ya, love?" He murmurs, finding another spot to suck on your neck. You gasp out, his hand finding your cunt.

You let out a tiny moan as his hand slips into your slick little slit, "Ya dirtry bird, 'uh? S'wet.. just from starin' a' me..." he growls into your ear with that smoky vibrato.

You nod, embarrassed, and your cheeks flush as he teases your clit, making you groan out.

He hears this little gaspy "Juh- John!" come from your lips, and that makes all his control slip.

He can't help but push all the presents and supplies and wrapping paper away, getting you on your hands and knees, slapping your ass after pulling your pajama pants down and those lacey little "panties" down, though he can hardly consider them anything when they leave *so little* to the imagination.

"Gonna pu' it in, yeah?" He says, kneeling behind you and starting to get undressed. He gets his pants off, his stomach slightly exposed, and then pulls his boxers off.

He teases his shaft up and down the crease from the very top of your ass to where your labia ends, making you shudder and mewl, embarrassed to be spread out somewhere so... public.

"Y-you're gonna wake someone u-" you try protesting, you really do, but then he slams his cock directly down into you, bottoming out in *seconds.*

It makes your elbows go weak, your back arch, those pretty eyes John loves to stare at go back, rolling into the sockets. You feel that *entire* girth that he's been working to get you to comfortably take all sheathed inside you at one and you can't help it, you let out a loud moan.

So, John covers your mouth with his hand, leaning down and kissing your shoulder, "Break's gotta be quie', birdie. You'll wake someone up," he taunt.

You nod, desperate, and it makes John chuckle and shake his head, kissing down your shoulder to the centre of your back, "Arse up in the air, atta girl.." he mumbles, making you arch your back into his length as much as you can.

He rubs up and down your back, making slow, easing thrusts into you. By now, his hand has been removed from your mouth because you're *already* cockdrunk on him because of how girthy and patronising he can be.

"S'pretty..." he praises, wiping a small dribble of drool from your mouth, a little "ah- ah- ah-" escaping your mouth as your ass stutters back into his rudely slow pace, cum flowing down slowly.

"Makin' a mess, huh bird?" He chuckles, rubbing your ass with one hand as the other holds your hip, gently groping your cheek as his thrusts start to ever so slightly speed up.

The change in pace makes your little "ahs!" get louder, a "Shush, darlin'... don' gotta get loud on my cock, huh?" escape his lips as he tries to shut you up.

After so long you think your brain might be leaking from your ears, maybe your third(? John has lost count at this rate) cumming falling from where you're both conjoined his hips start to stutter and his chest heaves. He lets out a few groans, harder thrusts that make you squeal coming from him.

His hips jerk a little more and a hand goes to your shoulder, pushing you back onto his cock as he spills himself inside of you. You let out a pretty moan, body going frail as you grin widely, fucked out.

He pulls out slowly, a little "plop" sound as his cum spills out and onto the ground. He helps you up, getting your panties on and those pajama pants and hoping that that is enough until you're upstairs and finished wrapping presents so he can *properly* give you aftercare.

"'Right, lovie.." he mumbles out, helping you sit on your ass as you catch your breath, "let's finish these presents up, yeah?"

[uluvjay]

Spiked hot coco- L. Hamilton

Lewis Hamilton x fem! Teammate reader

In which someone spikes the hot coco at the Mercedes Christmas party and it leads you and Lewis to a supply closet

Warnings? SMUT, penetrative sex(p in v), unprotected sex(a big no no), fingering, sex in a closet, pet names, dirty talk, slight intoxication, consumed alcohol, I know Lewis doesn’t drink but for the sake of the fic plz act like he does, sorry for any errors

Day 9 of my ficmas celebration!

“Whew!” You coughed as the alcohol taste met the back of your throat.

“What?” Lewis questioned as he poured his own cup of hot chocolate.

“Someone had some fun with the hot coco.” You laughed as his face twisted up at the taste.

“Damn” he coughed attempting to clear the burn from his throat.

“What’s happening over here.” You heard a thick Austrian accent question before arms were placed over both your and Lewis’s shoulders.

“Someone spiked the coco.” You laughed looking up at your team principal.

“Oh yes! It’s good isn’t it.” He smiled

“it was you?” Lewis laughed pointing at the tall man.

“Yes, it’s a tradition we do back home. Figured it would help loosen some people up after this season.” He shrugged before walking off to see his wife.

“I can’t with him.” You laughed with a shake of your head.

Lewis nodded in agreement as he looked down at you, you wore a small red dress that hugged you in all the right places, truly leaving nothing to the imagination.

You looked up feeling his dark eyes on you, a blush coating your cheeks when you realized he had been checking you out.

You coughed lightly breaking his trance and he offered you an awkward smile before he took off across the room to go bother one of the engineers.

The two of you didn’t come into contact for the rest of the evening but that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel his stare on you from across the room, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t watching him as well.

Finishing your third spiked hot chocolate you excused yourself from your conversation with Susie and Toto before heading down a hall towards the bathroom.

You could hear a pair of feet following you and while you knew you should be worried something inside you was telling to not be. And just as you were about to pass one of the supply closets you felt a hand wrap around your upper arm and pull you into it.

“What the fuck.” You grumbled turning around to find Lewis once the door had shut. “Lewis! What the hell are we doing in here!?” You scolded once his large body was facing you.

“I needed to get you alone” he whispered, body stepping closer to yours, pushing you closer and closer to the concrete wall.

“Lewis we can’t do this, not again.” You reminded him as his arms caged you in, his expensive cologne mixed with the light sent of alcohol filling your senses.

“Why not baby?” He spoke lowly, one of his tatted fingers reaching up to brush a piece of hair behind your ear.

You blamed the butterflies that filled your stomach at the sound of the pet name on the alcohol, but deep down you knew it took a lot more then three drinks to get you drunk.

“B-because, we’re teammates Lewis-it could mess the dynamic up.”

“The last time didn’t mess anything up though.” He pouted, hands moving down to hold your waist.

You cursed in your head as goosebumps appeared due to his touch, “But a second time could, plus you know what Toto said.” You spoke, looking into his deep eyes.

“What Toto doesn’t know won’t hurt him” he smirked, head dipping down to place kisses along your neck.

A gasp came from your throat at the feeling of his lips on you, your body immediately melting under the feeling of his lips on your sensitive skin.

His teeth lightly nipped at the skin, his tongue running over the spot before a kiss was placed there.

“Lewis.” You whimpered, a hand tangling into his freshly done braids.

“Hmm?” He spoke, lips still working all around your neck.

You pulled him from his spot to look at you, “if we’re going to do this we have to be quick.” You whimpered.

A smile covered his face at your words and soon his hands were on the backs of your thighs as he hoisted you up and wrapped your long legs around his waist.

“You sure this is okay?” He asked quickly before you two went any further.

“Completely sure.” You mumbled, allowing all your self control to slip out the window as you slammed your lips against his.

They were just as soft and luscious as last time, fitting perfectly against yours as you two moved in sync. One of his hands slipping below the skirt of your dress to play with your panties while your hands held tightly onto the back of his neck.

“So wet for me.” He groaned, his thick fingers running through your folds.

“All for you.” You cried as one of his fingers pushed inside you.

He pumped his finger for a moment before allowing another to join, scissoring them at a fast pace pulling whine after while from your throat.

“Gotta get you ready for me baby, it’s been awhile” he whispered into your ear, teeth lightly nipping the skin before he pulled away.

His movements started to get messier and faster, the sounds of your whimpers filling the tiny closet and right as he felt your cunt hugging his fingers he pulled them away, a whine of disappointment falling from you at the feeling of emptiness and denied orgasm.

“Shh, baby.” He cooed, using his hand that wasn’t holding your tiny waist to undo his pants and push his hovers down just enough for his thick cock to spring out.

Your body shuddered at the feeling of his tip running up and down your folds, a deep whine echoing in the room as he pushed in side.

He groaned into your neck as he bottomed out, his large hands digging into your hips as the your warm walls welcomed him in.

“Fuck Lewis.” You cried as you felt his tip press right against the sensitive spot inside you.

“So tight honey.” He groaned.

He leaned back to watch your face as his hips pulled back slowly before thrusting hard into you, his hips meeting the skin of your thighs as your soft cries begin to fill the tiny closet.

Lewis rolled up the skirt of your dress allowing him to watch where you two connected, a growl escaping from his throat at the sight of his cock coming out shiner and shiner after each thrust.

“Such a pretty pussy.” He praised, smirking at the whine that came from you at his words.

“Lewis.” You cried the man’s name pathetically as you began to feel the knot in your stomach tightening.

“Getting close honey? I can feel you hugging me so tight.” He spoke.

“Mhm, fuck! So good Lew.” You cried as his thumb came to rub slow teasing circles around your clit.

“Yeah? Who fucks you this good darling? Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours! All yours Lewis-belongs to you.” You sobbed as your legs began to shake and the heat of your climax spread through your body.

Lewis pressed his lips to yours in a nasty kiss to silence your scream, your nails digging crescent moons into his neck from how hard you gripped the skin.

“Fuck honey, gonna cum.” He groaned, hands tightening even tighter around your waist.

“Come on Lewis, come for me baby.” You whispered in his ear, tongue running along his lobe.

Your name escaped his throat in a deep moan as he spilled inside you, his thrusts stilling as he filled you to the absolute brim.

You two stayed like that for a moment, your nails tracing the back of his neck while his lips left light kisses to your neck.

Finally when he could feel your releases running down his semi-hard cock did he pull out, setting you on shaky legs as he tucked himself away.

He did his best to help you look presentable, brushing his fingers through your hair and wiping away the few tears that had fallen from your eyes.

The closet was quiet but not awkward, you both knew you shouldn’t have done it again but you couldn’t help it.

“Uh-we should probably go back out, Toto is probably looking for us.” You spoke first and the way his face fell had your heart breaking into a thousand pieces.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He coughed as he hastily turned to open to door but your hand on his wrist stopped him.

Turning to face you he was met with a shy smile, despite having just fucked you for the second time. “Dinner at my place tomorrow? Be there at five and bring Roscoe.” You smiled, leaning up to place at sweet kiss to his cheek and leaving the room before him.

Butterflies filled the man’s stomach as he watched you walk away, he wasn’t sure how this would work out between the two of you but he was glad you were trying to make it work.

-



[meelusinee]

SANTA’S LETTERS | R.B X READER

word count \ 2.8k | christmas fluff! | slash / regulus black x reader

in which you convince regulus to make letters to santa author's note at the end!

FICMAS MASTERLIST

PRESENTS

“My love,” you heard Regulus’ voice calling out to you, a curious expression on his face. 

“What is it, love?” you asked, turning to face him.

He cleared his throat before holding up a photo. “Who is this?”

It was a small photo, one from the picture book your mother had gifted you before she died. That photo was a memory you held rather dearly to you. A younger you, maybe from your Fourth or Fifth Year, sitting with the mall Santa. 

“That man?” you asked, a small smirk growing on your face.

He nodded, pointing at the mall Santa. “Yes, the guy. Is that a grandpa or someone?”

“That’s Santa.” you smiled softly, leaning forward over the back of the couch.

“What is Santa?” he asked you.

You weren’t sure how to explain it to him, shrugging simply. “Well, he’s a myth for children. Kind of. Sometimes people dress up as him for children.”

“Why?” he asked.

“Christmas.” you smiled softly. “He’s meant to give out presents and stuff.”

Regulus looked down at the photo before nodding. “Oh.”

You smiled softly. “You haven’t had a Christmas gift before, have you?” 

“No, I haven’t.” he said. “Sirius might’ve when he ran away.”

You shook your head, knowing that he probably didn’t get any presents from his friends either. As much as they cared for each other, they didn’t always show it in a generous manner. Usually, it was through threats of murdering others for each other.

“How about you write a letter for Santa, we’ll mail it out to him.” you smiled.

He raised his eyebrows incredulously, not sure why that would work. “You said he was a myth.”

“Well, maybe he is.” you said with a smirk. “Maybe he isn’t. If you write a letter, you’ll see.”

Regulus rolled his eyes, kissing your forehead. “Fine.”

“How would you open a letter without the other person knowing you’re opening it?” 

Remus looked up from his book and towards you as you asked the question, raising an eyebrow curiously. “From Regulus?”

“For Santa.” you said. “He didn’t know what Santa was, which I think is a crime.”

“So you’re going to open it and pretend you didn’t so he can experience it.” Remus finished your thought, grabbing the letter from your hands and casting a small charm on it.

“He might’ve put a charm to detect things!” you winced, watching him open the letter.

“Please,” he chuckled. “I did the same thing with Sirius, tested 20 different charms to see what would work. I know that he won’t.”

“You’re crazy.” you chuckled softly.

“So are you, apparently.” he smirked.

“Alright, how did you do it?” Regulus asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you repeated nonchalantly, smiling softly at the small gift he had in his hand.

It was a notebook that he had been wanting for a while, though you weren’t exactly sure why. He seemed to have an obsession with that brand, as he already had one he’d been filling these past few months.

“The present.” he deadpanned. “How did you know that I wanted one?” 

“I didn’t know, Santa did!” you smiled brightly, clapping your hands.

Regulus looked at you with an expression that said ‘really’, though he knew that you probably wouldn’t tell him. “Thank you.” he whispered.

“I’m not the one to thank, thank Santa.” you said casually, sitting down beside him as he handed you your present. “What is it?”

“Open it.” he smiled.

You opened it with a small smile, ripping the paper to see a journal. It was a journal like the one you got him, except it was full of things. A unique amount of things. Love letters, small photos, poems, and other trinkets.

“What is this?” you asked gently, voice wet as you spoke.

“A journal,” he whispered gently. “For you. I’ve found that you’re the only way I can truly make art that I’m proud of.”

“You,” you muttered, sniffling softly as you flipped through and read some of the pages. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” he whispered.

AUTHOR'S NOTE

thank u all so much for readingg!!! im sorry i havent been posting as much, christmas time is extremely busy (especially since my one year anniversary is like two days before too sob sob sob) I DONT REGRET A THING THOOOO

THANK U ALL FOR SUPPORTING!!! AS ALWAYS, please like comment and reblog, and have a lovelyyyy break <3

[rebelliousstories]

Mr. And Mrs. Claus

25 Days of Ficmas

Relationship: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x Reader

Fandom: Top Gun

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1,574

Main Masterlist: Here

Top Gun Masterlist: Here

Summary: Oh the running joke on the base about the one couple that likes to decorate for the holidays…

Consider Donating: Here

Ah, government housing. It was not always a great thing, but sometimes you gotta make it great. Which is exactly what the Kazansky’s were doing five days before Christmas. They would have done it sooner but Tom did not get back into the house until a couple days ago from his last deployment.

“Honey, are you sure you’re fine up there?” Mrs. Kazansky called, holding the bulk of the lights her husband was stringing up.

“Yes, sweetie. I’m fine.” Tom answered, focused on attaching the twinkling strands to the edges of the outside of the house. Somehow, he had yet to fall from the height he was delicately perched at. A slippery patch had formed on the next ladder rung up, causing him to shake and wobble the thing. Panicking, she rushed forward and steadied the ladder.

With a shaking breath, Kazansky looked down at his wife along with a nervous smile. “I’m fine, sweetie.”

“Are you sure we couldn’t have called some friends to come help you?” Feeding her husband more lights, she tried to calculate how long it would be before they were done with dangerous activity.

“My name is literally ‘Iceman’. I think I can handle some twinkle lights.”

“Suddenly, I’m not so sure.”

And yet, she continued to spot her husband, making sure that he did not end up falling off that ladder. Northern California was quite cold for this time of year, more so than you would think. But it was all worth it in the end. A gorgeous array of colors lit up their house now. Setting the death trap ladder aside, Tom stood back and held his wife in his arms as they both looked upon the house.

A wreath sat on their front door, the green standing out against the plain grey of the house. It was all they could afford to do in terms of time and money, but it was perfect. It was theirs.

“One day, when we get us a big ole house, I’m gonna decorate the entire outside of it.” Tom whispered, pressing his lips against her head. Turning to face her husband, she smiled as she buried her reddening nose into his neck.

“That’ll be wonderful, Tommy.”

Deciding that the outside was beautiful and admiring it for a bit, the couple went inside to begin making the inside resemble the outside. After Tom had gotten the tree up in the corner of the living room, he set about dropping garland and different wall decorations about the house. In the meantime, she started on the ornaments for the tree.

Over the past three years that they had lived together, they had found a system that worked for them. It probably also helped that they were both so similar and could practically read each other’s minds at this point. This was their favorite time of year. Each chance they got to spend it with each other was a blessing. It had happened before that Tom was deployed during the holidays. Those years were always hard, but she would try and go home to spend the days with family.

However in the middle of decorating, Mr. Kazansky had just finished adding the strand of garland around the tree when a knock came to the door. The couple looked between them in confusion. Neither had been expecting company today. Tom made his way over to the door where he looked through the peephole. Maverick and Slider stood outside of the door, bouncing on their feet. Pulling open the door, the men all greeted each other with glee and were ushered inside.

“Hey! There’s our favorite Kazansky,” Slider called, wrapping the woman in a hug.

Chuckling at his words, she happily returned the embrace. “Hey, Slider.”

“Hey, Mav.” She added, poking her head around the body that was slightly crushing her.

“Hello, favorite,” Maverick teased, taking her from Slider’s grasp. All the while, Tom sat there with hands on his hips.

“I’m right here, you know?” He said, exasperated.

As if on cue, and perfectly in sync, the other two men turned towards their buddy with matching smirks. “We know.”

Mrs. Kazansky giggled, pulling herself from Maverick’s arms to go to her husband once more. Mr. Kazansky was less amused, but still welcomed his wife into his grasp.

“You two are jokers. So very funny. What are you two doing here?” Releasing his wife, Iceman stayed in the foyer of their home with the two men. His wife went over and kept working on their tree, specifically setting aside the tree topper for Tom to put on later.

“We came to see if you had gotten the new deployment details yet.” Slider pipped up. With a sigh, she continued working on the tree, but with less enthusiasm.

“No, when did these come in?” Tom asked, briefly looking over at his wife.

“Yeah. You’re stepping in for Santa this year with all your holiday cheer,” his RIO jested with a smile. There was a collective sigh of relief from the Kazansky’s.

“Oh, ha ha, Slide. Listen, just because I’ve got a wife and you don’t…” he trailed off, playfully shoving the man. Everyone took a minute to laugh at the joke, however, Maverick spoke up seriously.

“Yeah, but we are getting a new deployment soon, Ice. Have you checked the mail?” And just like that, the mood was brought down again.

“To be honest, I haven’t left the house much today or yesterday. But, I’ll go look.”

As Tom left, Slider went with him, and Maverick was about to. That was until he noticed how upset she was, still putting ornaments on the tree. Pete chose to stay back and picked up a decoration to help out while he could.

They did not speak to each other for a few minutes. Her husband and his best friend took their conversation outside, leaving nothing but silence in their wake. Illuminated by the lights on the tree, Mrs. Kazansky was trying hard to keep the tears from her eyes.

“He’ll be fine, ya know?” Mitchell said after a while.

“What?” Her hand paused its placement of the bobble in it for a moment.

“He’ll be okay. You know that Slider and I wouldn’t let anything happen to Ice.”

She sighed deeply. Placing the ornament on the tree, she still refused to look at the man. “When do you leave?”

“The second at 0800.” Her lips pursed as she continued her task. She was not sure whether or not it was a good thing that Pete was helping her, and making it go faster.

“Well,” she breathed, walking away from the tree and to the couch nearby, “at least I have him for the holidays.”

Maverick paused his help, and came over to sit next to her on the sofa. She was resting her elbows on her knees, hands clasped together, and a pensive expression. There were so many thoughts running around both of their minds, but none seemed to quite jump out.

“You okay?” That was all that he could say, and even that did not seem like enough.

“Yeah,” she exhaled sharply, “yeah. We’ll be fine.” While her words tried to be reassuring, that expression she carried was anything but.

“Hey,” Maverick started, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I know it sucks now, but soon, Ice will move up in the Navy and you wont have to deal with this anymore more. Just gotta stick it out a little longer.”

“I know. It’s just… not pleasant. Knowing that he’ll be gone soon.” She lamented, resting her head on his shoulder. Maverick hugged her close as, just then, Iceman and Slider came back in. And they were arguing about- something. Even the two that were already int he house could not understand what about until later in the conversation.

“Absolutely not, Ron. Ain’t no way.” Tom protested, setting the mail down on the kitchen island.

“Come on, man. It’s funny.” The RIO countered, obviously enjoying whatever it was.

“What are you two arguing about now?” Mrs. Kazansky piped up, not a stranger at all to these kinds of confrontations.

“Nothing, dear-“

“I proposed a new call sign, just for the holidays.”

Shaking her head, she began to chuckle as she stood to join the two men now bickering in her kitchen. Briefly, she registered Pete following after her. Wrapping her arms around her husband’s stomach, she pressed a kiss to his shoulder.

“What name, Sli?”

With a smirk, Kerner looked at his front-seater with glee. “Mr. Claus.”

All at once, her husband groaned, Maverick started laughing, she tried to suppress her giggles and Slider was just standing there proudly.

“Oh, that’s good.” Pete was wiping his eyes as his voice kicked up an octave.

“That- that makes her Mrs. Claus.”

This sent Mitchell and Kerner deeper into fits of laughter. Mr. Kazansky groaned again, dropping his head down in defeat. Mrs. Kazansky just sighed at their antics.

“If I ever find out that you have uttered that name on base…” Iceman warned, shooting pointed looks at the men.

“Believe me. You will never find out that we told anyone.” Maverick smirked, near beaming with joy.

“I’m gonna kill them,” Tom whispered to his wife.

“Not yet,” she replied.

Do not ever ask why the first week back from the holiday break Maverick and Slider were cleaning Iceman’s gear while he relaxed. No one needs to know the story.

[sissylittlefeather]

12 Days of Ficmas

Day 3: The Sound of Your Cry

A/N: @vsangel-sparkle I hope you like this! It was tough to write. This song is such a heartbreaker! But I think it turned out pretty well. Hope you agree!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, angst/smut, oral sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex, ejaculation, infidelity

Word count: ~800

His lips are so soft on your fingertips as he kisses them before moving to your neck. You moan softly as he presses kisses to you. This isn't the first time you've found yourself with Elvis like this. In fact, it's been going on for quite some time. You know you're the other woman. You'd have to be an idiot not to know he has a girl back home that he's set to marry. But you love him so much that you don't care. So here in LA you make him yours as often as he'll let you.

And that's how you find yourself here again with him wrapped around you, praying that it never ends. Now he's kissing the supple skin of your breasts, pulling one nipple into his mouth as his hand roams down to your hip and squeezes.

“You're so beautiful, baby.” He murmurs against your skin. You know what he means by that. It's his coded way of telling you that he loves you. You want to respond that you love him with your whole heart, but you'd hate to put him on the spot like that, so instead you just moan softly as his kisses move down your body. He gets to your hip and gives you a little love bite, earning a small yelp from you. He chuckles and moves over to your center, dragging his tongue up your slit.

“I love those little noises, baby. Lemme hear you.” He buries his face in your pussy, pushing his tongue into you and then moving it up to your sensitive bud to circle it. You whimper and moan and make all the little sounds he can't get enough of. Truth be told, he loves you more than the girl he's supposed to marry, but he'll take that secret to the grave. His nuptial arrangement is unavoidable, and it's not that he doesn't love her. He just loves you more.

You lose yourself in the sensation of his mouth on you, the overwhelming pleasure sending you over into an abyss of ecstasy easily. He licks you through your climax and you shudder and pulse and grind into his face. When you finish, he wipes his mouth with his hand and kisses back up your body. He settles himself between your legs and teases you for a bit before pushing into you slowly. You groan as he presses more hot kisses to your neck as he starts to slide in and out of you, slow and sensual.

He tells himself that what he's doing is fucking you, but he knows it's not true. He's making love to you in the only way he can: with his heart and soul so invested it almost hurts. And he knows. He knows that this has to be the last time. So he kisses you and touches you and inhales your scent a little more than normal, hoping you don't notice that something's different.

Of course you do and it almost breaks you, but you can't let him know that, so instead you roll your hips and whimper and moan just like you have every other time. You both start to sweat, your skin sticking to his when it touches, like even your bodies don't want to let go. Eventually, he pulls out and pumps his cock, spilling himself on your stomach. He sighs, wishing just this once that he'd been able to finish inside you, but it's a risk he knows he can't take. Once he's got you cleaned up with a towel, he rolls over and pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. You fall asleep against his chest when you feel his breathing even out and know he's asleep too.

*****

He kneels next to the bed and looks at you as you sleep. The clock reads 4:53am and the sky is gray with the beginning hints of sunrise. He pushes your hair out of your face and kisses your cheek and then your lips. You stir a little and he inhales sharply. It's vital that you don't wake up. He couldn't leave you if you did and he has to leave you. He doesn't have a choice. His heart feels like it's in a vice and there are tears in his eyes when he leans in close and whispers.

“I love you, baby. I always will.”

Then, he forces himself to stand up and walk out. It might be the hardest thing he's ever done, but there's nothing else left for him to do. He pulls the door closed behind himself and looks up at the sky, cursing fate for the cruel twist that led him to you. Now he has to miss you forever.

As soon as the latch clicks and you know he's gone, you open your eyes. You whisper into the semi-darkness.

“I love you too, Elvis.”

******

The End

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[lanawinterscigarettes]

For the ficmas thing, may I request Stu Macher with a transmasc partner who's gift to Stu is letting him body worship them and give them (sloppy/eager) head during sex as a present. Also a bit of breeding kink too as a treat for Stu.

ofc you can! thanks so much for the ficmas request, I love this idea sm <3

Ficmas Day 1: Stu Macher with a transmasc reader who lets him give them eager/sloppy head as a present (includes body worship and a breeding kink)

Warnings: smut/nsfw content, cunnilingus (reader receiving), swearing, body worship, breeding kink/unprotected sex (please wear condoms irl)

"Come on, babe, just tell me what my gift is already!" Stu begged for what seemed like the thousandth time that day, clasping his hands together as he dropped down to his knees in front of you. God, he was always so dramatic. "Please, babe, please, please, pl-"

"You say please one more time and you're not getting anything until New Year's," you warned in a threatening tone, something that got him to shut up pretty quickly.

His family was going away on some type of trip during the holidays, so you'd agreed to exchange gifts with each other early. He'd already given yours to you, but you'd been holding off on returning the favor, wanting to have him begging for it first, which is certainly what he did.

"Babe-" He began before you cut him off with a stern look.

"I'm going to let you eat me out, and then afterwards you can breed me all you want," you said after a moment or so as you finally revealed your gift to him.

The second you said that, his jaw dropped, his face splitting into a wide grin mere moments later. "Oh, baby, that's the best gift a guy could ever ask for," he excitedly replied as he stared up at you from the spot where he was still kneeling on the floor.

"I figured you'd enjoy it," you spoke with a teasing smirk as you reached out to place your finger under his chin, tilting his head up. "Stay here for me while I get undressed. I'll let you know when you can join me on the bed."

He nodded his head eagerly in understanding. As much as he wanted to be able to rip your clothes off you himself, he also didn't want to have to wait until he came back from his trip to get his gift if you decided to punish him for his eagerness.

You stripped yourself naked before laying down on the bed, spreading your legs as you made a come hither motion with your fingers. He lept off his spot on the floor the moment you gave him the okay and not a second later, quickly scrambling to rid himself of his own clothing before joining you.

Despite how needy he was, he still took the time to worship every single inch of your body first, placing sloppy kisses all along your chest and down your stomach as his hands caressed any and every part that his lips didn't reach.

When he ate you out, it was like a starved man who'd gone days without having any food to eat. His broad hands were placed firmly on your thighs, keeping your legs open so they couldn't close around his head.

Soft pants and moans escaped from you as you laid there, one of your hands moving down to grip at his hair, directing his head so that his nose would bump against your clit as he eagerly ran his tongue through your sopping wet folds.

"Mrph-" He made a muffled sound of delight at your hand in his hair, one that traveled from your pussy all the way down into your very core.

"Fuck-" You swore loudly as you came for the first time, your legs already shaking from the intensity of your orgasm. It took you a moment or so to regain your bearings and catch your breath, something that certainly wasn't helped by the way Stu still had his head shoved between your thighs. "Enough already," you scolded while pushing his face away, causing him to look up at you with a childish pout.

"Aw, but babe! C'mon, I wasn't finished yet," he whined like a petulant toddler who was refusing nap time.

"Do you want the second half of your gift or not?" You asked in a serious tone that made him shut up right away. "That's what I thought. Now come over here and fuck me already."

"Yowza- Yes, sir," he said with a wide grin as he moved further on top of you, pushing down his boxers just far enough to be able to pull his cock out. He pumped it a few times using his fist before lining it up with your entrance and slipping it inside.

It wasn't hard to tell how excited he was given the way he started to move the second he was inside you, barely even giving you the proper time to adjust. "Christ, baby, you feel so good-" He commented as his hands moved down to grab onto your hips as he roughly thrusted in and out of you. This was the first time you'd ever allowed him to fuck you without a condom on, and he was loving every second of it.

"Ngh- You're so big-" You whined loudly as your arms moved to wrap around his neck, your hands clawing at his shoulderblades. "Can't wait until you cum in me-"

"Yeah? You want me to cum inside you, fill you up so that you can get nice and pregnant for me?" He questioned with a sly smirk while wrapping your legs around his waist so he could plunge his cock in even deeper, your walls fluttering around him uncontrollably.

You nodded at his words, digging your nails into his shoulders as you began moving your hips up in time with his, desperately seeking friction. "Yes- Need it- Need you- Fill me up, please-"

It was getting harder and harder for him to hold himself back at your pleas. "Are you gonna cum for me, baby, huh? You gonna cum for me, too?" One of his hands found its way down to your swollen clit, his thumb rubbing at it harshly in a way that had you letting out a loud, drawn-out moan.

When he came, so did you, his hot, sticky seed filling you up to the brim as your walls clenched tightly around him from the sensation of his tip brushing against that extra sensitive spot within you. Neither of you spoke for a moment or so after as you tried to catch your breath, your chests rapidly rising and falling with each. "That was amazing," you muttered once you were able to speak again.

Stu gave you a sly smirk at your words, rolling his hips against yours in a way that had you mewling. "Yeah? Wanna go for another round?"

"Fine, but-" you began as you flipped him over onto his back so that you were on top of him now. "-I get to be on top this time."

His smirk widened into a full blown grin at that, and it was clear you'd be getting no protests from him on the matter. "You're the boss, babe."

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Streetlamps

kenny mccormick x reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hii, this is my sixth oneshot that's apart of my ficmas! this is also on ao3. ❤️❄️🎄

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : nothing

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : [y/n] and Kenny share a simple yet magical Christmas Eve, with handmade gifts and a kiss under falling snow.

The knock on the door was familiar—three quick taps, the last one loud and cocky, like whoever was on the other side knew you’d be answering for them. You grinned despite yourself, already knowing who it was. You’d barely gotten the door open before Kenny McCormick leaned casually against the frame, looking up at you with that mischievous grin that always managed to turn your stomach to butterflies.

“Hey, babe,” Kenny said, his voice low and smooth, like he was letting you in on a secret no one else got to hear. “You ready for your Christmas surprise, or are you gonna leave me freezing my ass off out here?”

He looked like pure trouble—of course he did. Kenny always carried himself like he was halfway between starting a fight and finishing a drink. His signature orange parka was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead with a faded orange hoodie under a beaten-up black denim jacket, the seams frayed and the fabric worn soft. His jeans were ripped at the knees, and his boots were scuffed and caked with snow, evidence that he’d already walked halfway across town to get here. A few curls of blonde hair fell into his eyes, still damp from the snow that had started swirling outside.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you leaned against the doorframe, mirroring his energy. “You’re late.”

Kenny let out a soft, teasing laugh, the kind that always made your pulse do something weird. “You’re lucky I showed up at all,” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “You know, some of us are in high demand this time of year.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the way his presence already had you feeling lighter. “Yeah, I’m sure every teen on your block is devastated.”

Kenny smirked, pushing himself off the doorframe and taking a step closer. “What can I say? I’m a man of the people.” He tilted his head, his blue eyes sharp and amused as they studied you. “But I’m here with you tonight, babe. That counts for something, right?”

It was ridiculous how easily he could do this—flirt like it was second nature, every word out of his mouth perfectly balanced between charm and teasing. He knew what he was doing, and yet it still worked every time.

“Maybe,” you said, trying to sound unimpressed. You grabbed your gloves from the table and slipped them on. “But you’ve still got some convincing to do, McCormick.”

Kenny grinned, showing just the faintest hint of teeth, as if he relished the challenge. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. It’s nothing fancy, but I figured we’d check out the lights downtown. The little holiday shit they put up—window displays, all that crap. Thought it’d be nice.”

The way he said it—so offhanded, like he wasn’t sure how you’d take it—made your chest tighten in the best way. Kenny didn’t do extravagant gestures or over-the-top plans. He couldn’t afford to. But that wasn’t what made him special. He always made things feel bigger than they were just by being himself.

“That actually sounds perfect,” you admitted, your voice softer now.

Something flickered across his face—relief, maybe—but it was gone just as quickly as it came. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and shrugged, like he hadn’t just made your entire night better. “Figured you’d say that. You’re easy to please, babe.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you followed him out onto the porch. The cold air hit immediately, biting at your cheeks, but it was worth it just to see Kenny standing there under the glow of the streetlamp. The light reflected off the falling snow, casting soft shadows on his face as he turned to look at you, the smirk still tugging at his lips.

“Cold already?” he teased as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “You’re gonna love it downtown. Half the stores still think ‘turning on some string lights’ counts as holiday cheer.”

“Better than nothing,” you replied, falling into step beside him as you started down the snowy sidewalk.

Kenny snickered under his breath. “Barely. South Park’s like the Walmart clearance rack of Christmas towns, but hey, it’s home, right?”

You laughed, and Kenny shot you a sideways glance, his blue eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite place. “You’ve got a nice laugh, you know that?” he said suddenly, his voice quieter. “That’s probably the real reason I dragged you out tonight. I figured someone’s gotta make me look less miserable walking around this dump.”

You nudged his shoulder with yours, pretending not to notice the way your heart flipped in your chest. “You’re a real charmer, Kenny. I don’t know how I resist you.”

He grinned, leaning in slightly as he lowered his voice. “Spoiler alert: you don’t.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face as the two of you continued down the quiet street. Snowflakes drifted down lazily from the dark sky, collecting on your shoulders and sticking to the ends of Kenny’s hair, making him look... softer somehow. Less like the sarcastic, sharp-edged kid everyone thought he was and more like the boy you’d known for years—the boy who, even when he didn’t have much, always found a way to make you feel like the luckiest person alive just to know him.

And as you walked together, the distant glow of South Park’s downtown lights shining ahead of you, you realized that, as simple as this night might’ve been, it was already perfect.

Downtown South Park was quieter than usual, most people already huddled inside their homes or crowded around fireplaces. The snow fell lazily through the air, blanketing the streets and softening the noise of passing cars. The sidewalks were nearly empty, the two of you practically alone as you wandered past the rows of shops and cafés, all decked out in their half-assed attempts at holiday cheer.

“You gotta love how South Park tries to look festive but still manages to scream ‘we gave up halfway through,’” Kenny said, his voice laced with sarcasm as he gestured at the string lights tangled over a street sign. A few bulbs flickered weakly, while others had already burnt out entirely.

You laughed, shoving your gloved hands into your coat pockets. “It’s charming in its own pathetic way.”

“Charming,” Kenny echoed, smirking as he glanced at you. “That’s one way to put it. I’m pretty sure half the lights they put up were salvaged from someone’s garage sale.”

He wasn’t wrong. One of the nearby lampposts had a plastic candy cane duct-taped to its side, and a sad, lopsided wreath hung over the entrance to Tom’s Rhinoplasty. Despite the haphazard decorations, though, there was something warm about it all—the way the snow settled softly on the garlands, the way the light glowed against the dark streets.

The two of you paused in front of a toy shop, its window display glowing brightly with reds and greens. Mechanical elves jerked awkwardly back and forth, as if powered by some barely functioning motor, while a plastic Santa turned his head slowly from side to side. The effect was less magical and more unsettling, but it made Kenny snort with laughter.

“Jesus, this is straight out of a horror movie,” he said, pressing his face close to the glass with mock intensity. “You think Santa’s checking his list, or you think he’s looking for his next victim?”

You stepped up beside him, your reflection in the frosted window blending with his. “Probably both. I think that elf on the left is possessed.”

“Oh, definitely,” Kenny said, leaning back and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets again. “I’d watch that movie. Killer Christmas.”

“Not gonna lie, I would too,” you replied, grinning.

Kenny turned to you, his blue eyes catching the glow of the window display. The smirk on his face softened slightly, the sharp edges dulling as he watched you for a moment. “I knew you’d be into that. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

The words caught you off guard, even if Kenny said it so casually it almost sounded like a joke. “Oh, I’m your favorite now?” you teased, hoping the heat creeping up your neck wasn’t obvious.

“Always have been, babe,” he replied smoothly, his grin turning cocky.

You rolled your eyes to cover the way your heart stuttered, turning back toward the next window as Kenny fell into step beside you again.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while, the snow crunching softly beneath your boots. It felt surreal being out here with him, just the two of you, under the glow of flickering lights and neon shop signs. Kenny wasn’t the type to slow down often—he was always moving, always joking, always covering himself with layers of humor and bravado. But here, under the quiet fall of snow, he seemed calmer, more present.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, nudging your arm lightly with his elbow. “Check this out.”

You looked up to see him nodding toward another window display—this one a small bakery. Its front window was fogged from the warmth inside, but you could still see the carefully arranged gingerbread houses, sugar-dusted cookies, and little frosted cakes shaped like reindeer. Twinkle lights were strung along the edges of the display, the glow catching on the snow outside and making it look almost magical.

Kenny tilted his head, squinting at it. “Man, I’d kill for one of those cookies right now.”

“Didn’t you eat, like, two burgers earlier?” you teased.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t demolish a gingerbread man,” he replied, grinning. “You’d do the same. Don’t act innocent.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you turned back to the display. The warm glow from the bakery felt like a stark contrast to the freezing air outside, and for a moment, you almost suggested going in. But then you felt something cold hit your cheek—a single snowflake.

You tilted your head back slightly, blinking as more flakes drifted down from the sky, slow and steady. Kenny followed your gaze, his grin softening as he watched the snow fall around you both.

“It’s really coming down now,” you said quietly, almost to yourself.

“Yeah,” Kenny muttered, his voice low. “It’s nice, though. Peaceful.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the way his tone had shifted. Kenny rarely slowed down enough to just be. His grin was gone now, replaced by something quieter and more thoughtful as he looked up at the sky, the snowflakes catching in his hair and on his jacket.

“It’s kinda weird,” he said suddenly, his eyes still on the sky. “Sometimes I forget how... good this can look. You know, the whole Christmas shit. When you don’t have to worry about anything else—like money, or how you’re gonna keep the heat on. It’s nice to just... look at it for once.”

Your chest tightened at the honesty in his voice, a rare glimpse of the Kenny who lived beneath the jokes and smirks. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he turned back toward you, his grin returning like a reflex.

“Don’t get all teary on me, babe,” he said, nudging you again. “I’m just saying, snow’s pretty. Sue me.”

You smiled, bumping him back lightly. “No lawsuits this time, McCormick.”

Kenny snorted, shaking his head. “Good. I’m broke.”

The two of you continued walking, the snow falling more steadily now, swirling in the glow of the streetlamps lining the sidewalk. There was something dreamlike about it—the way the lights reflected off the snow, the quiet stillness of the empty streets, and the easy rhythm of Kenny walking beside you.

He paused suddenly, pulling his hands from his pockets as he stopped under one of the streetlamps. Its light flickered faintly, the bulb buzzing like it was struggling to keep up with the night. Kenny looked at you, a strange, mischievous look on his face that made your heart skip a beat.

“Wait here,” he said, before slipping his hand into his jacket.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching him warily.

Kenny didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled something small and wrapped from his pocket, holding it out toward you. It was clumsily done—brown paper folded haphazardly, held together with a single piece of tape—but it was clearly something he’d put together himself.

“Merry Christmas,” Kenny said simply, his voice soft but steady. “It’s not much, but I wanted you to have it.”

You turned the small package over in your hands, a smile tugging at your lips as you took in just how bad the wrapping job was. The brown paper was creased and uneven, one corner bunched up as if Kenny had given up halfway through folding it. The single piece of tape holding it all together was barely doing its job, and part of the paper had already started to peel up at the edges.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. “Kenny, what the hell is this? Did you wrap this with your eyes closed?”

Kenny let out a breathy laugh, the sound warm against the cold night. He scratched the back of his neck, his grin lopsided and sheepish. “Hey, wrapping paper’s a scam. You’re lucky I didn’t just hand it to you raw. I spent a whole five minutes on that.”

“Five minutes well spent,” you teased, holding the package up and pretending to examine it like it was a work of art. “It’s very... authentic. Minimalist chic.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Kenny said, but his voice was light, his blue eyes soft as they watched you. “Just open it before you hurt my feelings, babe.”

You shot him a teasing look before carefully peeling back the tape and unfolding the paper—at least what was still intact. Inside was a small, handmade bracelet, its simple black cord threaded with a mix of little wooden beads and a single, worn copper charm shaped like a star. It wasn’t perfect; the beads were slightly uneven, and the charm had a faint scratch along one side. But somehow, that made it even better. It looked like Kenny, through and through—rough around the edges, simple but full of heart.

Your teasing smile softened as you held it up, turning it over between your fingers to get a better look. The charm caught the faint glow of the streetlamp, its surface glinting against the snowy night.

“Kenny...” you said softly, your voice catching just a little.

Kenny shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets, his gaze flicking away from yours like he was suddenly nervous. “I, uh... made it a while ago. Just some stuff I found lying around, you know? The charm was on this old necklace my sister used to have—she didn’t want it anymore, so I, uh, repurposed it or whatever.”

You looked back at the bracelet, your heart twisting as you traced your thumb over the little star. You could tell he was trying to play it off like it was no big deal, but you knew better. Kenny didn’t do grand gestures; he didn’t have the means to buy shiny things or pull off big surprises. But he put himself into what he could do, and that made everything he did mean so much more.

“I know it’s not some fancy gift or anything,” Kenny continued, his voice low as he stared down at his boots, his shoulders stiff like he was bracing for something. “But I thought... I dunno, you might like it. If you don’t, it’s cool. I’m just—”

“Kenny, shut up,” you said gently, cutting him off as you smiled and slipped the bracelet onto your wrist. It fit snugly, the charm resting just above the pulse of your hand. “It’s perfect.”

Kenny blinked, looking up at you like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, holding out your arm so he could see it better. “I love it. Really.”

For a second, Kenny just stared at the bracelet on your wrist, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face—softer than his usual cocky smirk, like this smile was just for you.

“Well, damn,” he said, his voice teasing but warm. “Look at you, making me feel all accomplished and shit.”

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing over the charm again as you looked at him. “You should. I mean it, Kenny. I love it.”

He watched you for a moment, his grin lingering, his blue eyes catching the flickering light from the streetlamp above. The snow fell softly around you both, collecting on his shoulders and sticking to the ends of his messy blonde hair.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Kenny said quietly, his tone softer now, like he’d forgotten to hide behind the jokes and the swagger.

You smiled, feeling your heart give that familiar, fluttering lurch in your chest. “Takes one to know one, McCormick.”

Kenny chuckled under his breath, but there was a gentleness in his expression that made your stomach flip. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The snow continued to drift lazily from the sky, and the flickering streetlamp above cast a golden glow over the two of you, like the whole world had stilled just for this.

You glanced down at the bracelet on your wrist, the little copper star catching the faint glow of the flickering streetlamp. You couldn’t help but smile as you turned your gaze back to Kenny. He was still looking at you, his grin softer now, almost nervous. Kenny McCormick—nervous. That alone was enough to make your chest ache.

“It’s snowing harder,” you said softly, more to fill the silence than anything else.

Kenny tilted his head back slightly, letting his gaze shift toward the sky. Snowflakes swirled lazily down from the dark, endless expanse above, catching in his messy blonde hair and clinging to his lashes. He stood still for a moment, his face tilted upward, his breath visible in soft bursts of white against the cold air.

“Guess it is,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost lost to the soft hum of the night. He lowered his head, looking at you again, and something about the way his eyes lingered on yours made the rest of the world feel distant, hazy—like you were the only two people here.

You shivered a little, though it wasn’t from the cold. Kenny noticed immediately, pulling his hands out of his jacket pockets and stepping closer. “You cold, babe?” he asked softly, the teasing lilt in his voice barely there now.

“A little,” you admitted, though you were barely thinking about the temperature. Not when he was standing this close, his face only a few inches from yours, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“C’mere,” Kenny said, his voice low and warm. He reached out and tugged you gently by the edge of your coat, pulling you just close enough that your breath mingled in the cold air.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You could see the flecks of snow caught in his hair, the way the faint light of the streetlamp turned the edges of his face golden. His eyes searched yours, his expression unusually open, like he was waiting—waiting for you to make the call.

Your heart pounded as you lifted your hand, brushing a few stray snowflakes from his hair with your gloved fingers. Kenny’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, just for a second, before they opened again—soft, vulnerable, there.

“Kenny,” you murmured, not even sure what you were about to say.

He smiled faintly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Yeah?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you leaned in slowly, letting your eyes flutter shut as the distance between you disappeared. Kenny’s breath hitched softly, and then his lips met yours—delicate and hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure you’d let him.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, the kind that made time feel like it had stopped. His lips were warm despite the cold, chapped from the winter air, but gentle against yours, like he was afraid to break something. Kenny’s hands came to rest on your coat, careful but steady, grounding you even as everything else seemed to spin.

Snowflakes landed lightly on your cheeks and melted instantly, the cold barely registering as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss just a little. Kenny’s lips moved with yours, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize the shape of your mouth against his. His thumb brushed your sleeve absentmindedly, sending a faint shiver down your spine, and you let yourself melt into him, into the moment.

When you finally pulled back, it was only by an inch, your foreheads almost touching as you caught your breath. Snowflakes floated lazily between you, clinging to Kenny’s lashes and dusting the tips of his hair like frost. He blinked slowly, his breath fogging the space between you both, his lips curling into the faintest smile.

“Well, shit,” Kenny said quietly, his voice soft and husky. “That was... pretty nice.”

You laughed softly, still breathless, your cheeks aching from smiling. “Yeah,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “It really was.”

Kenny tilted his head, his grin widening into something closer to his usual mischief but gentler now, softened by the moment. “Don’t go falling in love with me, babe,” he teased, though his voice was warm. “I’ll just disappoint you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you nudged his shoulder lightly. “Too late, McCormick.”

Kenny blinked at you, like he hadn’t expected that answer. His grin faltered, just for a second, before he chuckled softly under his breath and shook his head. “God, you’re something else.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased.

“Not at all,” Kenny replied, his voice low as he watched you. “Not at all.”

The snow fell heavier now, swirling in glowing spirals under the flickering streetlamp, but neither of you moved. Kenny stayed close, his hands still resting lightly on your coat, his smile lingering as he leaned in again—just enough to brush his lips against yours once more.

And for that moment, under the soft blanket of snow and the dim golden glow of the streetlamp, the rest of the world disappeared.

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hot cocoa [ficmas day 9] [dean winchester x f!reader]

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anonymous: Hot cocoa w/ Dean Winchester pls 🙏🥺

author's note: this is awful, i'm so sorry. i had the worst writers block with this. it makes me want to die. someone come into my inbox and shoot me.

playlist:

i won't be home for christmas -- blink 182

underneath the tree -- kelly clarkson

santa baby -- laufey

The bunker was exceptionally quiet for a winter day, and you were spending that time relaxing. It was cold inside to save on electricity, so you had brought a space heater into your room. You had hung up colorful lights around your room, but that was the extent of your decor. You had your laptop open to Netflix and were re-watching some of your favorite Christmas TV episodes. You had also made some jiffy pop and hot cocoa and were bundled up under blankets with a thick sweater. It was the coziest you’d been in a while. 

It didn’t last long. 

“Hey, did you– what are you doing?” Dean asked, barging into your room. You paused the episode and glared. 

“Having a relaxing winter evening.”

Dean lay down right next to you and stole a handful of popcorn. You continued to glare at him. 

“Do you mind?”

“I like popcorn,” Dean shrugs. You acquiesce, putting the bowl in between the two of you. You keep your hot cocoa tucked safely to your side. You don’t trust Dean not to also steal it. 

“I’m going to be gone for about a week. I leave in two days,” you comment, shoving some popcorn in your mouth. Dean pauses the show.

“Going where?”

“Home…for the holidays,” you blinked, taking a sip of your cocoa. Dean took notice of the movement, and you licked the whipped cream from your lips. You realize that didn’t help the situation. 

“I didn’t realize that…,” Dean trailed off.

“Didn’t realize I had a family?”

“Most hunters don’t.”

“I make it a priority,” you respond. You realize you’re one of the odd ones out. Since you mostly stay on the research side of hunting, you feel a lot safer keeping them in your life. They found out about your hunting a while ago. Your parents weren’t thrilled. Your grandfather, the former marine, was excited you were ‘doing good work.’ He tried to give you a gun afterward. Your mother wasn’t thrilled about that afterward. However, they didn’t kick you out of the family, so that was a bonus. 

Thinking more about it now, you realize Sam and Dean have nowhere to go for the holidays. They’ll probably just stay here, drink beers, and exchange gas station gifts. 

“Do you and Sam want to join me?” you asked. Dean looked at you in surprise. 

“I, uh, well we…”

“I promise you won’t be a hindrance,” you said. “I don’t want you guys here by yourselves.”

You could tell Dean was torn. But you didn’t push him. Dean never did well when he was told what to do. You let the episode resume as you snuggled deeper into your pillows. Dean sank into the pillows, too, and you felt yourself start to sag against him at some point. You spent the rest of your cozy night watching sitcoms and finishing off the popcorn. And at some point, you fell asleep with your head on Dean’s shoulder. 

You woke up the next morning to find that Dean had cleaned up your movie-watching area. This was probably for the best, as you would’ve spilled hot cocoa. 

You came out to the main kitchen to find Sam drinking coffee and checking the news like always. Dean was cooking some bacon. You made a beeline to the coffee pot.

“Dean said you invited us to Christmas?” Sam inquired, looking up from his paper. You turned to him, nodding. You poured some coffee into a mug and added a dash of creamer. “Dean and I have talked and…if you’d still have us.”

Sam motioned to Dean, who paused his cooking to look at you. 

“We’d like to go.”

“Great!” you exclaimed. You were excited to have your boys with you for the holidays. Plus, your Mom had been begging you to bring them around sometimes. You finally had a good reason to have them. You stole a strip of bacon from the pan. “Be prepared for probing questions.”

“On second thought–”

“Dean!” Sam snapped. 

You guys loaded into the Impala the next day. You had to bring a bunch of presents you had been accumulating over your travels for the family. Sam was worried he needed to have gifts for everyone. You reassured him that he didn’t.  

You arrived in a timely fashion. Your legs were cramping when you arrived, and you unceremoniously fell out of the Impala the second you arrived. Dean didn’t help you up, so you grabbed his leg and pulled him down with you. Sam stepped over you both. 

Your mother came out a second later to help you guys bring in stuff. She immediately hugged you, suffocating you with her tight embrace. She also hugged Sam and Dean despite their protests. She was a tiny thing next to the two boys, but you could feel her energy overwhelming them anyway. 

The two guest rooms were taken with the whole family in town, so you offered your room to the brothers. Being themselves, they refused to take it and opted for the couch. They still demanded to see your room. 

“I still would’ve thought you were hot in high school,” Dean said as he kept picking up things around your room. You flushed.

“I was a total nerd in high school,” you coughed, taking a figurine out of his hands. You were fortunate there were not any embarrassing posters on your walls, only those of bands you like. Sam was going through your book collection. 

“You annotated The Great Gatsby an unreal amount,” Sam chuckled, flipping through the pages without white space. 

“I mentioned I was a nerd, right?”

“Who’s that?” Dean asked, pointing towards a stuffed animal on your bed. 

“You in fifty years,” you answered. Dean’s expression dropped. You were saved a response by your Mom calling dinner. Dean still looked grumpy when you went downstairs. 

You were nervous about the Winchesters meeting your family but were relieved that it didn’t go too terribly. Your Dad only asked two inappropriate probing questions, and your grandpa challenged them to a fistfight at some point, but otherwise, things went fine. Later, Sam got roped into finding things on tall shelves.

You made yourself some hot cocoa and sat in the living room, staring at the fireplace. Your Mom always spent an exceptional amount of time decorating the home. She watched Empire Strikes. Back in the day, she and your Dad got their tree. The fireplace had all the stockings (including ones for Sam and Dean) and a collection of snowmen. 

“Space for one more?” Dean asked, coming into the room. You moved over and patted the space next to you. Dean got himself settled. “Thanks for letting Sammy and I stay here.”

“You guys act like you aren’t my family,” you chuckle, taking a sip from your drinking chocolate. “You’re always welcome here.”

Dean kept eyeing your drink. 

“Do you want me to make you hot chocolate?”

“Yes, please.”

Dean was like a child when it came to food; he must always have what you’re having. You used the gourmet cocoa powder and whisked it with the milk, adding a shot of whiskey, whipped cream, and sprinkles. Dean was frothing at the mouth by the time you gave it to him. He sipped it and immediately burned his tongue. 

“You’re an idiot,” you smiled, watching him put the hot coco down and fan his mouth. 

“Don’t make your drinks so hot.”

“It’s called ‘hot’ coco, genius.”

“You’re a genius, you–” Dean trailed off, the heat had burned some of his brain cells. You quirked a brow. You bit your lip to hide your laughter at the whipped cream on Dean’s nose. 

“You have a little,” you gestured towards your face. Dean frowns, wiping at his face. He takes whipped cream from his cup and puts it on your face. 

“Really, I literally made you hot cocoa.”

“And then insulted my face.”

“I have to. Otherwise, I’d compliment it.”

“You like my face enough to compliment it?” Dean questioned. Your expression dropped, and you cleared your throat. You picked up your discarded cocoa mug and took another sip. The whiskey was the only thing saving you now. Dean stepped closer to you, taking the mug out of your hands. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.”

“Don’t say things like that,” you murmur. 

“Why not?”

“Because,” you trail off. You have a hard time focusing on anything when Dean is standing so close to you. You hate his stupid green eyes for looking over every inch of you. 

“I’m being serious,” Dean smirked. He brushed the whipped cream off your nose with his thumb. You watched with rapt attention as he proceeded to lick it off his finger. The wine from dinner and the whiskey from your hot cocoa was going to your head. 

“How do you feel about women making the first move?” you asked, gulping. Dean looked surprised, which you took as a sign to stand up on your toes and kiss him. It was quick, and you looked at him with wide eyes when you settled back down. You worried you made a mistake and tried to step back. Dean grabbed your waist, pulling you back in. Your hands fell on his chest.

“How do you feel about guys making the second move?” Dean breathed, breath hot on your skin.

“Love it,” you stuttered, eyes fluttering closed as Dean kissed you for a second time that night. You understood why he always got lucky; he knew what he was doing. He nipped your lip and deepened the kiss, leaving you breathless in his arms. You would’ve melted to the floor if he wasn't holding you. One of his hands went to cup the back of your head, and you felt yourself stumble slightly backward. 

“Dude, in the kitchen?” your cousin, Kellan, interrupted, standing in the kitchen doorway. You pulled away from the kiss, looking around Dean to glare at Kellan. “We eat here, you know.”

“Kellan, do me a favor and fuck off,” you groaned. Kellan just rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever, Grandpa is probably going to come back in here soon, and he will kill him,” Kellan said, taking candy out of one of the jars and exiting the dining room. You looked back at Dean a second later. 

“I’m so sorry for my family.”

“Have you met mine?” Dean chuckled, and you couldn’t help but laugh with him. You glanced past him to the kitchen doorway.

“Do you want to make it in my room?”

“Oh, absolutely.”

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First Christmas Together

Shouta Aizawa x Gn! Reader

| cw: light intimacy

| a/n: day 13 of ficmas check the ficmas tab on the pixie list for the next update!

| wc: n/a

It was your first Christmas together as a couple, and everything about it felt like a new chapter. You and Shouta had been together for a while now, but between his busy work schedule and your own, this holiday marked your first real celebration as partners.

The apartment was small but cozy, decorated with string lights that glowed softly in the dim room. A small tree sat in the corner, adorned with mismatched ornaments—just how you liked it. No pressure to make everything perfect, just a warm, comfortable space to spend the day with the person you cared about.

Shouta was lounging on the couch, his favorite black hoodie draped over him, eyes half-closed in that way he did when he was relaxed. You were in the kitchen, attempting to finish off the last of your Christmas dinner prep, but the smell of roasted vegetables and something sweet was filling the apartment and making everything feel a little magical.

He hadn’t been great at gift-giving in the past, and you didn’t expect that to change this year, but it didn’t matter. The thought of having him here, of sharing this time with him, was everything you needed. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if he had a little surprise waiting for you.

As you put the finishing touches on dinner, you felt his presence in the kitchen doorway. “Smells good in here,” he mumbled, his voice a little hoarse from the constant use of his voice. You turned to see him leaning against the doorframe, his face softening when he saw you.

“I know,” you said, smirking. “I’m cooking, and now you’re just standing there looking like you want something.”

His lips twitched into a small, half-smile, though it was quickly hidden behind a yawn. “I didn’t say I wanted anything.” He took a few steps closer, reaching out to brush a lock of hair from your face. You could see the soft expression in his eyes—something unspoken but felt between the two of you.

“I’m just here to make sure you don’t burn it,” he added, his tone low and teasing.

You laughed lightly, feeling the warmth of his presence around you. You leaned into his touch, and for a moment, the world outside felt distant and irrelevant. It was just the two of you, in this small, cozy space, making this day your own.

You finished dinner together, laughing over small mishaps and the quiet moments in between. The meal wasn’t perfect, but it was shared—and that was all that mattered.

Later, after dinner, you found yourselves under the soft glow of the Christmas lights, exchanging gifts. Shouta handed you a small, carefully wrapped box, his usual lack of fanfare replaced by a quiet tenderness.

You opened it slowly, and inside was a simple but thoughtful gift—an old book, one you’d mentioned wanting to read a few months ago.

“Not the most exciting gift,” Shouta muttered, looking away, “but I thought you might like it.”

You were genuinely touched. The small thoughtfulness meant more to you than any extravagant gift could. “It’s perfect,” you said softly, placing a kiss on his cheek.

A slightly awkward silence followed, but it was comfortable. Then, you gently nudged him, a mischievous grin crossing your face. “Okay, your turn.”

He rolled his eyes but didn’t resist as you handed him a box of his own. He opened it to reveal a soft, hand knit blanket that was a moody dark red. The knits were big but together tightly.

“Something for when you finally take a break,” you teased, watching his face soften. He didn’t say much, but the way his hand brushed against yours, the brief moment of eye contact, said everything.

You leaned in closer resting your head on his shoulder, “I love times like this” you closed your eyes and breathed in the warm scent that came with the holiday.

You could feel him nod and relax his shoulder some. His hand made its way around your waist and he held you a bit closer. You reached for his scarf tugging it down a bit and giving him a little kiss on the cheek.

The innocent intimate moments that you both share is better than anything you may have thought you would enjoy. The TV screen flickered with a cheesy hallmark movie.

The night wrapped up with you both sitting together on the couch, the fire crackling in the background, a comfortable buzz from the TV settling between you. Aizawa, always so serious and composed, had let down his guard just enough to share this small, intimate moment with you.

“Merry Christmas,” you whispered, looking up at him.

He gave you that rare, small smile that made your heart skip a beat. “Yeah, happy Christmas.”

And just like that, everything felt right.

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Merry and Bright

Day 9 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (The Rookie)

Summary: You invite Tim over on Christmas Eve, but he says he's working. A Christmas miracle occurs and Tim knocks on your door, presents in tow.

Word Count: 1.4k+ words

Warnings: so much fluff. How the Grinch Stole Christmas references. Tim is probably OOC. I made up some stuff about Tim and his sister.

A/N: I haven't written for Tim Bradford yet, so please feel free to leave feedback and let me know what you think! I'd like to keep writing for him and try to capture his amazing character better so please feel free to send requests if you have any!

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Since you inserted yourself into Tim’s life, barging your way in with a basket of goodies after moving in next door, he has quickly become one of your best friends. If he’s undeniably handsome and one of the most caring men you’ve ever met despite his grumpy exterior, so what? You asked yourself that the first time you invited him over for dinner, but now it’s a weekly occurrence, and it is your week to cook.

Your favorite one-pan dish is in the oven, and the game is queued on your television, but all that’s missing is Tim Bradford. As you decorated for Christmas this year, you thought about him and how his sister isn’t coming to LA for the holidays, leaving him alone. You’ve since decided to do something about that.

“Anyone home?” Tim asks as he opens your door. “Because I know I’ve told you more times than I can count to lock your door.”

You look around the corner and smile at him as you argue, “My neighbor’s a cop, it’ll be fine.”

“Sergeant, not a cop.”

“My apologies, Sergeant Bradford.”

He smiles at you, less rare than it used to be, but a moment you take the time to appreciate, never knowing when he will grace you with another one.

“So, I know your sister isn’t visiting,” you begin, “and I was wondering if you’d be interested in spending Christmas here?”

Tim glances at your Christmas tree before answering. “I would love to, and I can’t thank you enough for thinking of me and offering, but I’m working Christmas Eve.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding as you smile. “I just wanted to extend the invitation.”

You turn around to remove dinner from the oven, and Tim places a hand on your arm, stopping you.

“Thank you,” he repeats quietly and bordering on reverent. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”

“I’m sorry. I would come if I could.”

“Tim, it’s fine. I’ll just have to give you your giant stack of gifts later,” you tease.

Tim nods, removing his hand from your arm and watching you turn away, his heart trying to decide whether it wants to shrink or grow.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Bradford, are you good?” Wade asks as he leaves the station.

“Fantastic,” he mumbles. Wade looks at him, unconvinced, and he sighs before saying, “I just wish I could be somewhere else. I’m glad I could help out the officers with families, with kids, and give them the night off, but…”

“You’re regretting it?” Wade finishes.

“Not exactly.”

“Well, if you want to come over when you get off, we’ll leave the lights on,” Wade offers.

“Thanks,” Tim says. He doesn’t add: I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.

Someone walks up behind Tim and places a Santa hat on his head.

“Cheer up, Grinchy,” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Merry Christmas, Tim!”

“Yeah,” Tim says, more to himself than her.

“Dude, we need to find you a K9 named Max, finish off the Grinch look,” Aaron teases, sitting next to Tim as his shift begins. He’s working tonight for the same reason Tim is: to let the officers with families spend Christmas with their loved ones.

“Oh, should we get him a little heart pin, too, and try to make it grow?” Nolan chimes in.

“Sorry, Bradford, but you’re just so… Grinchy,” Aaron says.

Tim laughs, shaking his head as the Santa hat shifts with his movement. Nolan and Aaron look at each other in horror and amusement at the fact that Tim Bradford, who is wearing a Santa hat, just laughed. Tim, however, is only thinking of you and how you’d absolutely agree with them. Although, if you were here, or if he was with you, he wouldn’t be quite so Grinchy.

“Merry Christmas, LAPD!” Officer Jan announces, entering the station in a full Santa costume. “I have come to relieve one lucky soul of Christmas Eve duty.”

“Bradford!” Aaron and Nolan yell. “He has somewhere to be.”

“How do you-?” Tim asks.

“It’s all over your face,” Aaron says as Nolan answers, “Go get her… whoever she is.”

Tim looks at Jan, who nods encouragingly. Tim jumps to his feet and runs to his locker. He’s heading home for Christmas, but he has one stop. As he changes before climbing in his truck, he makes a mental list of everything he needs. Merry Christmas to all, Tim thinks.

✯✯✯✯✯

You smile at the ending of the Christmas movie on your television, your thoughts drifting to Tim as you wonder what it would be like to have him here. As you try to focus on the movie again, someone knocks on your door.

When you open it, you don’t expect to see Tim in a Santa hat and holding several gift bags. Your eyes widen, and your smile returns as you let him in, closing the door behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, but you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly before he gets the chance. His arms wrap around you, loosely at first, before tightening when a Christmas song begins playing through your speakers as the credits roll. 

“I brought gifts,” he says against your shoulder.

“You didn’t have to. I just wanted to see you,” you reply.

He squeezes you once more, and you slowly step back, pulling out of the hug and looking up into Tim’s eyes.

“You brought hot chocolate?” you ask, stealing a peek into one of the bags.

“It’s Christmas,” he answers, as if it’s obvious.

“Didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“I’m not always.”

You smile and gesture for him to follow you, leading him into the kitchen and pulling two Christmas-themed mugs from your cupboard.

“Thank you for coming,” you tell him.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

✯✯✯✯✯

After making the hot chocolate, you return to the couch and turn on A Charlie Brown Christmas as you resist leaning into Tim’s side.

“This is one of my favorites,” he says quietly, “my sister and I watched it every time it was on cable growing up.”

“It’s a classic,” you agree.

“We would watch it, drink hot cocoa or cider, whatever was in the kitchen, and exchange one gift on Christmas Eve,” Tim adds.

“Do you want to open a gift?” you ask, facing him. “There’s only a few hours until Christmas anyway.”

Tim thinks for a moment and then smiles at you. “Just one.”

You stand, retrieving a small box from under the tree while he pulls a gift from one of the bags. When you sit back down, you sit a little closer than before. He opens his present first, smiling and leaning in to hug you as he thanks you. When you open yours, you see a gift you’ve wanted for years but no one ever remembered. You start to thank him, but something happens along the way, and instead, your lips land on his. His hand raises to your arm as he reciprocates, but you realise your mistake (was it really a mistake? you ask yourself) and pull back.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

His hand slides up your arm to rest at the back of your neck. You see a new smile as he pulls you back in. Pressing your hand against his chest, you stop yourself.

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

“Have you ever seen me so merry and bright?” he asks, his smile the widest you’ve ever seen.

You pick up the pompom at the end of his Santa hat and chuckle. “You are pretty cuddly,” you reply, noticing his other arm has wrapped around your waist. 

He rolls his eyes, still smiling as he kisses you again. You shift backward, your hand landing on the remote and resuming the movie. Tim laughs as he pulls back, pulling you against him.

“How’d you get off work?” you ask.

“Jan came in and offered to cover for one of us, and I was volunteered because I was being too ‘Grinchy.’”

You gasp in faux surprise. “Tim Bradford? You? Grinchy? I can’t imagine it.”

He smiles, and you lean in to kiss him again, your new favorite pastime.

“Thank you for coming. This is the best Christmas ever,” you say against his lips.

“Until next year?” Tim asks.

“What happens next year?”

“We’ll see.”

“And for now we’re merry and bright?” you respond.

“The merriest and the brightest,” Tim jokes, pulling you against his side as Charlie Brown appears on screen.

Merry and Bright, indeed.

[hypernova-writes]

Ficmas Day One: Cooking Together ⭐️

Character: Scout's Ma x Reader [WLW]

Themes?: suggestive! Nothing too extreme..in this one😏

A/n: Hi Hi all!! I'm finally back to posting!! And here i bring Ficmas! It'll be 15 special Holiday themed fics with all your favorite mercs (and More!)

"Oh don't worry darlin'! I made sure we had everything we needed for today!"

"Are you sure? I can run down to the store and buy more-"

You were cut off by a kiss to your cheek, making you melt as you watched your girlfriend Sashay her way into her kitchen. You follow behind with a dopey smile on your face.

You don't know how lucky you were to get a woman like her in your life. Cathyrn, or Cathy as you loving called her was just a bombshell, a bostonian women with a Strong personality to her. She absolutely swept you off your feet when you first met.

You were just a simple bakery worker, who met her one day when she came in to get some sweets to send to her son, who you learned was a Mercenary that day. You met Jeremy many times since them, and even have lovingly gotten called Mom or Ma #2 by him.

Cathy laid it on thick. She let it be known that she wanted you that day.

"Hello ma'am! What could I help you with?"

"Mhm..are you on the menu, Sugar?~"

Cue you turning a bright red as you fumble out a response.

Since then, the two of you have been going strong for nearly 3 years now.

And today you were going to be baking with your girlfriend as Jeremy was coming home for the holidays. You shake off your coat, hanging it up and heading into the kitchen.

There Cathy was setting up all the ingredients for the brownies you'd be baking. You rolled up your sleeves and went beside her, preparing to some of the ingredients.

"How long is Jer staying, Babe?"

"Ahh, two weeks! He's off for the holidays! And you already know he's demanding those brownies of yours~!"

You chuckle as you watch her melt down the chocolate, and prepare the rest of the wet ingredients before you get started with the dry ingredients.

The two of you go on with small talk as you get ready to combine the ingredients.

"Honey! Taste this!" You blushed as she places some of the chocolate on her finger and places it infront of you. You look at Cathyrn and you see that smirk of hers begin to spread.

"Oh no no Missy..we got to finish before Jer gets here!"

"Aww..but a little fun won't hurt..will it?.." She purred as she leaned towards you, you pout but take your girlfriends finger into your mouth. The chocolate was good! Creamy and not too sweet, perfect for what you were going for.

"Mhm..look at my good girl~"

You pull away embarrassed by her words and yelped. She giggles at your shyness before pulling out the mixer. You pour the wet ingredients in first and slowly start the mixer.

Cathy stands behind you, humming as she watches as you slowly begin adding dry ingredients. She smiles as she places her hands on your hips, her head in the crook of your neck.

"You look so good doing this darlin'..I could just eat you up~" her hand trails down to press against your lower region, making you jolt slightly. "B-babe.."

"Shh..~, i think we have another hour before our boy comes home.."

She let's you move to bend over and places the brownies in the oven. Her hands never leaving your hips. She chuckles as she gives your ass a small grab making you stand up straight as you close the oven.

She sets the timer and starts pulling you away to the bedroom.

"B-but the brownies!!"

"We have an hour before Jeremy comes and 45 minutes before the brownies are done..~"

She smirks as she looks over her shoulder at you.

"And I can make you cum in 20..~"

[j0hnpr1c3sm1ssus]

FICMAS - DAY 9 - CHRISTMAS COOKIES AND MOVIE MARATHONS

Title: Those little Pillsbury Christmas Cookies

Synopsis: Johnny is a damn tease (like always) during your little movie.

Warnings: Smut! And edging

AN: oh my lord. I am finishing this fic at 5:39 a.m.

Those little Pillsbury Christmas cookies aren't *that* good. After all, there's the dyes, and they're not the most flavourful--but when Johnny sees you with a big plate of them and nursing two cups of milk? They look appetising, surprisingly.

"C'mon, we're watchin' 'The Christmas Clause'," he says with a smirk, patting his lap for you to sit on.

It takes him a good moment to get settled, his cup of milk beside yours on the coffee table, the giant stack of cookies on your lap so it's infront of you both.

He smirks at you, his arm coming up around your waist, his hand sliding up and down your side, rubbing what he's deemed his.

You lay your head against Johnny as he starts the movie, eyes closing in relaxation.

It takes twenty minutes for him to start to dip his hand lower and lower. It's halfway through the movie when he's ghosting over your panties, and by the time of the climax of the movie? His fingers are finally in your cunt, playing with the slick.

"Johnny.." you breathe out, but he shakes his head, one finger on your clit, circling it, the other to playing with your hole, occasionally fingering it.

"Yes, bonnie? Just watchin' the movie.." he mumbles, smirking up at you, "donnae mind me, I just need something to do with my hands."

Something to do with his hands, *god* he is too smug. You spread your legs just slightly, your brain leaking out your ears how liquid it is from how overstimulated he's making you. He just chuckles, pulling you closer, still circling his finger over your clit like a damn tease.

He hums gently, smirking, "Ye know.. I don' feel interested in this movie anymore. Are ye still watchin'?"

You shake your head, and he clears his throat expectantly, "Need ye t'speak up, hen."

All that escape your mouth are little whimpers before you finally manage to say "C-can't watch more.. please.." weakly.

He chuckles that fiendish chuckle, smirking like he always does. His fingers start to *properly* finger you, and you moan out in relief. One of his hands find yours, and you hold it, squeezing as your head throws back.

"Johnny..." you groan out, elongating that beginning "Juh" sound, making him chuckle.

"Yes, hen?" He asks, stroking a little faster, your legs clamping shut in response.

"F-fuck... so f-fuckin' good..." you mumble, a blissed out grin hitting your flushed face.

Johnny removes his hand from yours, taking on of your knees and *yanking* your legs apart, causing you to gasp. He holds your knee down as his fingers circle your clit. You whine and mewl out, panting with your tongue slightly stuck out as that familiar sense of finish pool in your tummy.

"J-Johnny..." you mumble, letting out a little moan, "Close..." you warn.

He chuckles again, his hand on your knee leaving, his arm wrapping around your waist. He keeps circling, his fingers so careful, loving, that it makes this all feel so... right.

"Go'n, then, bonnie. Cum f'r me..." he says low in your ear, causing you to shudder and groan out.

Your hands shake, grabbing whatever fabric is closest as you move your hips into his fingers. The pooling hits its peak, pooling over as you cum with a loud groan, grinning widely.

He helps you ride out that orgasm, listening to you calm down after *that.* He pulls his fingers out, making a loud slurping sound on them in his mouth. It makes you laugh, breathlessly, as you sigh out.

"C'mon, bonnie. Let's watch 'Christmas Clause 2', yeah?"

"Yeah.." you pant, "lets.."

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🎄WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 18 - Kyra Cooney-Cross 🎄

Kyra Cooney-Cross x Reader (Arsenal) | WC: 753

Dec. 18 prompt - finding yourself under the mistletoe with the person you have a crush on

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

Leah had decided to host a team Christmas party after the last game of 2023, wanting everyone to have a chance to celebrate the holidays together before everyone left to go home. As you got ready for the party, you could feel the nerves starting to grow within you. Your crush on Kyra only growing by the day and you weren’t sure what to do about it. You hadn’t told anyone on the team, knowing the second they found out, they’d tease the hell out of you.

You were one of the first to arrive at the party, offering to help Leah finish setting up and making sure everything was ready to host the entire team. In rushing around to finalize everything, you failed to notice the mistletoe that was in the doorway leading to Leah’s kitchen. Had you known about the little plant that was up there, you would have avoided being alone with Kyra even more than you would have naturally.

It wasn’t until everyone had arrived that you truly noticed the nerves. Watching from the living room as Kyra made small talk with her fellow Aussies, you felt your face flush as you heard Leah sit beside, you clearing her throat to get your attention. When you met the blonde’s eye, she didn’t say anything but the knowing smirk on her face let you know your secret crush had just been discovered.

You quickly excused yourself to the kitchen, needing to find something to drink and to calm your nerves. Standing in the doorway, now with a cup in your hand you let your head rest against the siding, your breathing evening out.

“Hi, Y/N. you good?” the familiar Aussie accent caused you to jerk your head away from the siding, making eye contact with the one person you were trying to avoid tonight.

“Yeah! Yeah, I'm good! How are you?” you were sure Kyra could hear how shaky your breath was but she didn’t comment on it, a small “me too” leaving her mouth.

Kyra moved closer to the doorway, now standing under the mistletoe that neither of you knew was there. Neither of you spoke, both feeling the nerves of being this close to the person you had a crush on, even though the other had no idea.

Just as you were about to speak, planning on asking about how she planned to spend the holidays back in Australia, Katie walked in between you, focused on getting a drink from the kitchen. You and Kyra both moved to let the Irishwoman pass, not expecting her to stop right in front of the two of you.

“Y’know you're under the mistletoe, ya gotta kiss now.” Katie didn’t bother to stay to see if you followed through.

You and the midfielder stood staring at each other with wide eyes before slowly looking up, coming face to face with the mistletoe. A small part of you was hoping Katie was just fucking with you but she had in fact been telling the truth.

Both you and Kyra locked eyes again, both feeling your nerves. Though a part of you saw this as an opportunity to finally tell the Aussie how you felt.

“We don’t have to! I'm sure they won't even know that we didnt.” Kyra spluttered, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

With a quick shake of your head, you muttered “I want to.”

Neither of you moved at first, but Kyra made the first move, stepping closer to you giving you time to leave if you wanted. You quietly exhaled a breath you didn’t know you were holding as you moved a hand up to rest on the side of the midfielder’s neck. Kyra gave you a little nod before your lips met in a short but sweet kiss.

You both pulled away, faces flushed from having finally made a move. Neither of you spoke and soon the quietness between the two of was broken as you heard Caitlin calling for Kyra. Despite the other Austrialian’s yelling, Kyra didn't move.

“If I don't go see what she wants, she’s just gonna keep getting louder.” the Aussie joked, but before you could respond, she added, “We can talk about this later I promise. I really like you and I wanna take you out on a date.”

All you could do was nod, not fully trusting your voice. Kyra’s smile grew, the Aussie leaning in to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving to find your teammate.

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Dancing around

Ace x reader (she/her)

Chapter 14 of And they were roommates - Modern AU series

warning: alcohol consumption

Originally, that part and the next two were one chapter, but as I was editing, it just kept growing and growing, so I decided to separate them to keep the chapters a more even length. Besides, I'm still working on the next part, and while I want to post regularly, I'm also busy with my life and the Ficmas event. This way, I can maintain a weekly posting rhythm for this story (plus, it neatly brings the total to 20 chapters—unless I get carried away and end up splitting something else too!).

@captainportgasdace 🫶

As you and Ace got ready for the night, a twinge of nervousness ran through you. Excitement mixed with the lingering unease from that near-kiss you’d shared days ago. After that night when Ace had comforted you during a rough day, both of you had made a conscious effort to downplay the awkwardness, masking it with casual banter. Yet sometimes, you could still feel it in the air.

Now, as you prepared for the party that had interrupted that moment, you couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if the group chat hadn't activated like crazy, pulling both of you out of your little bubble. Would you really have kissed? And if you had—how exactly would things have gone after that? 

You sighed as you looked in the mirror, trying to focus on anything else but that. Maybe the party would be good for both of you, helping you loosen up and get back to how things used to be.

You finished adjusting your outfit and stepped out of your room, catching a glimpse of Ace emerging from his own. He was still fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. When your eyes met, he offered a tentative smile, though a flicker of uncertainty hid behind it.

“You’re looking… um, nice,” he stuttered, his gaze fixing on you intensely before darting away, flustered. His faltering words had caused him to misalign the buttons, leaving his shirt crooked.

“You missed a button,” you gently teased, your voice light.

Ace groaned in frustration, his cheeks flushing as he tried to fix the wardrobe malfunction. Just as he focused again, his eyes returned to you, and he fumbled once more.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, embarrassment creeping into his tone. It wasn’t just the buttons that had him stressed out; it was the very fact that you were standing so close, your presence stirring up a flurry of emotions. Every glance at you had felt like a jolt of electricity, leaving his fingers clumsy and his thoughts scattered.

“I can’t seem to get these damn buttons right,” he complained.

He gazed at you again, taking in your smile and the way your bright eyes seemed to light up the room. The intensity of it all had overwhelmed him, and with each attempt, his coordination slipped further away.

Watching him struggle made your heart do a nervous flip. There was something endearing about his distressed state, igniting an instinctive urge to help. “Here, let me do it,” you offered, trying to sound casual despite the fluttering in your stomach as your eyes wandered to his bare chest.

You stood before him, the distance between you closing as your hands reached for his shirt. The warmth radiating from his body sent a surge of heat through you. As you began to button it up, your fingertips brushed his skin now and then, each fleeting touch sending a jolt of electricity through both of you.

With each button you fastened, the tension had built—an invisible thread pulling you closer together. The gentle grazes of your fingers had awoken something deep within him—a mix of exhilaration and uncertainty. You had sensed it too—the air crackling between you.

Finally, as you fastened the last button, you pulled away, creating distance again, but not before your hand had accidentally grazed his chest one last time. A moment of silence followed, thick with awkwardness.

“Thanks,” Ace muttered, his voice a little breathless, his cheeks tinted with an unmistakable blush.

“Yeah, it’s nothing. Um, we should probably go,” you said, a bit too quickly. You rushed to grab your bag, trying to collect yourself, your heart pounding from the close encounter. When you glanced back at Ace, you found him watching you with an unreadable expression.

You looked away, the heat in your cheeks intensifying as you realized how closely he was studying you. The incident left you breathless, and your mind raced to process the whirlwind of feelings swirling inside you—a storm of excitement, embarrassment, and confusion all tangled together. What had just happened?

Taking a few deep breaths, you reminded yourself to act normal, but the butterflies in your stomach refused to settle. The memory of his warm skin against your fingertips persisted, rendering it challenging to maintain focus.

With your purse finally in hand, you turned back to Ace, plastering a smile on your face, determined to appear composed.

“Alright, I’m ready to go,” you said, trying for nonchalance, the expression on your face wavering but genuine.

He nodded, still looking a bit dazed, and as you both stepped outside together, the tension had still hung in the air, palpable and electrifying.

As soon as you and Ace arrived at the party, the vibrant energy of the gathering had pulled you in. You both immediately split up, creating a physical distance to match the emotional one that had formed after that charged moment in your apartment.

You weaved through the throngs of partygoers, seeking familiar faces in a sea of strangers. The music had thumped in your chest, a rhythmic pulse that invited you to let loose, yet the memory of Ace remained a heavy weight in the back of your mind. You had tried to immerse yourself in the laughter and chatter, but the vivid images of his intense gaze and the warmth of his skin had lingered like an echo, refusing to be silenced.

With every smile and laugh exchanged with others, your thoughts had drifted back to him: how he looked when he caught your eye, the slight tremor in his voice when he complimented you, the way your fingers brushed against him—each memory a reminder of the connection that seemed to crackle with unspoken potential. Occasionally, you had snuck a glance in his direction, your heart quickening, but each time you had, he'd been lost in conversation with someone else, oblivious to your searching eyes.

As you continued to navigate the party, mingling and making small talk, a wave of curiosity washed over you. What was he thinking? Did he remember everything as vividly as you did? You had pushed those thoughts aside, attempting to focus on the here and now, but they had kept slipping back, like an itch you couldn't scratch.

The night unfolded, the music grew louder, and the atmosphere intensified with the influence of alcohol. People had been letting loose, their inhibitions melting away with each drink. You had watched as the energy in the room escalated, laughter ringing out, bodies moving in sync with the pounding beat. It had been exhilarating and intoxicating, and you decided to join in.

Returning to your friends, you chatted and laughed more freely, the alcohol working its magic. The rhythm surrounded you, pulling you in, and soon enough, you found yourself dancing, letting the beat guide your movements.

Meanwhile, Ace had been tangled in his own thoughts, the weight of the moment between you two persisting in his mind. He'd tried to push it away, to lose himself in the people around him, but every time he'd shut his eyes, there you were — your face, that smile, and the warmth of your touch on his skin. It was maddening.

As you swayed to the beat with Usopp, Ace was dancing with Nami. A mischievous spark ignited in Usopp's eyes as he exchanged a knowing glance with Nami. Without a word, a shared plan had formed between them—a silent understanding to set things in motion. With a playful rhythm, they had begun a dance move that required them to glide around the room, subtly guiding you and Ace closer with each step.

Before you had fully grasped the situation, you and Ace found yourselves barely inches apart. You glanced up in surprise, your heart racing as you locked eyes with him. For a fleeting moment, the world around you had faded, and it had felt as if you were the only two people on the planet.

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a quick movement — Usopp, with a sly grin plastered across his face, had grabbed Nami’s hand and practically dragged her off the dance floor. The two of them had slipped into the crowd, leaving you and Ace standing there, neither of you sure what to do next.

And then, just as you were about to break the silence, Ace spoke. His usual grin present, but it was softer now, a nervous edge creeping into his expression as his eyes flickered toward the floor before meeting yours again. He rubbed the back of his neck, his movements uncharacteristically fidgety, as he asked, almost too casually, “Well, um… wanna dance?”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I mean, we're already in the middle of the dancefloor, so…” you trailed off, your voice a little too quick, a little too eager, and you had winced inwardly at how awkward you sounded.

You both stepped into the rhythm, your feet moving instinctively as the music flooded back in. Ace’s movements were effortless, his confidence seeping back in as he swayed with you. The heat of his hand on your back, the way his body moved in sync with yours—it all felt too natural, too right.

The song shifted to a slower tempo.

“Looks like we’re slowing things down,” he said, his voice teasing but softer now, almost unsure. 

You didn’t answer, your words caught somewhere in your throat.  Both of you remembered that day in the kitchen—the way you’d immediately pulled apart when a slow song came on. But this time, neither of you moved away.

You hadn’t realized when your hands found their way to the back of his neck, your palm lightly grazing his skin. His hands settled on your waist, firm yet tender, sending a subtle thrill rippling through you.

The music faded into a soft murmur, the beat barely a whisper as you and Ace moved closer. Every little sensation sharpened—his body warmth against yours, the gentle rise and fall of his chest with each breath. It had felt as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of you. The crowd, the flashing lights, the buzzing energy—everything faded, leaving only the quiet pull between you. 

You couldn’t help but inch closer, your lips nearly pressing against his. Ace’s breath had hitched, his pulse racing as he leaned in, completely drawn to you, and for a heartbeat, it had felt as if nothing else mattered.

But then, the tempo picked up suddenly, harsh and jarring, the beat fast and sharp, snapping you both out of the moment. You both pulled back, startled. The energy in the room rushed back, and your chest tightened for an entirely different reason as what had felt so close, so undeniable, slipped away. Once again.

Neither of you spoke. With a glance and unspoken agreement, you pivoted and hurried off the dance floor. The laughter, the chatter, the pounding sounds—all of it blurred into an indistinct hum as you pushed through the crowd, your movements urgent, almost frantic. You couldn’t stay there, couldn’t let the intensity of what had just happened linger. Together, you bolted, each step driven by the same unspoken need to escape, to breathe, to somehow outrun the weight of what had almost been.

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