#MERRY CHRISTMAS❤️

[sunooqvrlsx]

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔⁺₊❆⋆

boyfriend! Niki x female reader

Warnings: kissing, Niki burning the the kitchen down (a daily occurrence), crack, back hugs/ cuddling, overall fluffy shit

A/N: @jinsouls-scalp gave me the idea of baking and Niki just burning the kitchen down😭 She also made the fake texts for me <3 I didn't really know how to write this, so it's a small fic

You and Niki have been together for about 2 years now, and you were known as sweetest couple when you were in high school. Now how you got together...is something you would expect from a cheesy romantic movie.

it was during a game of truth and dare at your school camp, ironic right? You and Niki were both crushing on each other for quite a long time, but neither of you had the guts to confess, scared of rejection. Your best friend Sunoo, also friends with Niki, knew about the hopeless situation you were both in. So when the bottle landed on Niki, you didn't miss the mischievous grin painting Sunoo's face.

"Niki, truth or dare?" he tilted his head and had that cute pout on his lips that led to every one believing that Sunoo was the most innocent boy they've ever met, but you could see right past his façade. You rolled your eyes, waiting for what was to come. "hmm...dare?" Niki also knew Sunoo long enough to know when he was up to no good.

Sunoo clasped his hand together and smirked. "i want you...to kiss your crush." As soon as he said this, you felt your heart fall a bit, because you knew that Niki didn't like you. Well, you thought you knew. Your eyes went wide when you saw Niki approaching you with hesitant steps. And you swore that you felt your heart completely stop when he bent down to your level and pressed his plush lips to your, leaving a quick peck before bolting to his tent and hiding in his sleeping bag.

Although you were still nervous, you decided to confess to him anyways. you quietly went up to the entrance of his tent, contemplating whether this was a good idea or not, but it was to late to go back now. "hey Niki?" you said in a small voice, hoping not to scare the boy. You heard some shuffling inside the tent with the tent entrance opened to reveal a blushing Niki. "Y-Y/N?" His eyes went wide, "W-what are you doing here?". You took a deep breath before looking at him in the eyes. "I wanted to make sure that you were okay." The warm smile that settled on your lips was enough to melt his heart.

It wasn't until a hand waved in front of his face that he realized that he was staring. "Oh um- sorry," Niki turned away, his face getting redder. "And um...yeah I'm good." "You sure?" He stood up, facing you with a confident gaze. "There's something that I want to tell, actually, I wanted to tell you this for a while now" You looked at him with wide eyes as Niki stepped closer and closer until he was face to face with you. "What is it?" You asked. He took a deep breath before speaking again. "I like you y/n, I really like you" You felt your cheeks heating up as you responded. "I like you too"

24/12/2024 8:27 AM

Blah blah blah the rest is history. Now two years later with Christmas around the corner, you were panicking. Panicking because you didn't put up the tree, or decorate the house, let alone go gift shopping. Just as you were pacing your kitchen the you heard the door bell ring, your head snapping towards it as the chewed skin on your fingers finally left your teeth. You walked towards the door and looked through the peephole to see another eye staring back at you. You giggled softly before opening the door to Niki bending down, his face where the peephole should have been. He looks up with a grin and throws himself onto you, staggering forward as you struggle to accommodate his weight. "Get off me before I break my back" You yelped. He chuckled before looking down at you "Not my fault you're so short", which earned him a punch in the arm. You sat down on the couch and turned towards him, an idea popping in your head. "We, good sir, are going to make brownies today" You pointed at him. He looked at you with a smile "Ok but I'm not doing the baking" "No i meant like go to your house and you bake your own brownies and I bake mine then you come over and we eat them together." His eyebrows rise as he looks at you. "And what if I burn my house down?" You cross your arms as you look back at him. "Then you deal with the consequences."

You chuckled, looking at the attempt of brownies that Riki made. before typing back a response.

You quickly cleaned up the kitchen, wiping down the counter so it's clear of flour, putting away the sugar and chocolate, before sitting down on the couch, counting down the seconds before his arrival. 5 minutes after you heard the door bell ring for the second time that day. You skipped over, threw the door open, and bounded into his arms, like he did earlier on. Giggling in his embrace you lead him to the couch, a Christmas movie playing on the tv while you two settled down and ate the brownies you made earlier. Niki grinned as he bit into the dessert, "I'm stealing these." You rolled your eyes, shuffling closer to him, if that was even possible. "Leave at least one for me"

Time skip ;4 hours later

8:26 pm (I didn't know what else to write😭)

You were lying in bed, wearing matching pyjamas you saw the other day, your head resting on Niki's chest. You slowly but surely drifted to sleep while listening to the steady rhythm of his heart beating. When he was sure you were asleep, he tucked the hair that fell on your face behind yours ears before craning his neck to his lips were next to your ears.

"Merry Christmas Y/N, I love you"

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE RACNIXJCMHN U Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad I can feel the evil coming but Felix never bad

<3

[forestdeiity]

[hyumjim]

[rocktheholygrail]

Mads Mikkelsen - Hannibal behind the scenes

[hasello]

Merry Christmas everyone! Or have a great day! Either way I hope you’re having a good time.

I really tried to not be late but I got sick just before Christmas and had no energy to finish this. I got a few asks about how would the cousins spend Christmas time so here you go, hope that answers your questions. Also thank you for the lovely wishes, you’re all awesome and I love you! ❤️

[strawberrycartt]

Let it snow ❄️

[cakeiilock]

finally found this edit i made 🫶🎄

[southpauz]

Reindeer Games

[boypussysam]

happy wincest wednesday and merry christmas!

[themissingmango]

[stillgotscars]

merry christmas and happy holidays everyone! i know it’s both a wonderful but also difficult time for many people, particularly for those who have lost loved ones and are dealing with grief and complex emotions. sending all the love and joy i can spare to each and every one of you.

[artsfavoritehorn]

Terrifier Secret Santa Gift for @thatspookyghoul996 🎄🎅🎁❤️

Here's my Secret Santa swap gift for @thatspookyghoul996 ❤️🎄 I decided to write a sweet and spicy little fic with Art and I hope you enjoy! Have a Terrifier Christmas my friend!🫶🤡🤘🥰 (fluff and a bit of smut so slight nsfw warning 👀😋)

Word count: 1,835🤡

It was a quiet evening at home, a few days before Christmas. The calming aura of the sparkling Christmas string lights reflecting off the frosted windows and twinkling across the surface of the snow outside provided a heightened sense of coziness as you sat on the sofa with one of your favorite novels and a freshly brewed cup of hot chocolate, having just begun to wind down after a long days of getting your chores done. All of a sudden, a cluster of heavy thumps could be heard trudging around on the roof above you, your heart immediately racing because you were home alone- it wasn't even the 25th yet, it COULDN’T be Santa…

Your worried thoughts were interrupted as a loud crash followed by a plop came from outside, whatever was on the roof having miss-stepped on an icy patch and slipped off the roof, tumbling down and landing directly into the heavy thick snow.

You glanced out the front window, just being able to make out a large person-shaped hole in the mound of snow in the front yard- all of a sudden a gloved hand popped up out of it, waving around; of course it was none other than your boyfriend Art. He had discovered his love for Santa this year and was getting almost obsessively into the role, so it didn't surprise you that he would of course try to enter your house through the chimney at some point during the month.Thank heavens that you hadn't had a fire going currently in your fireplace, and thank god he actually fell before he could even get a chance to start shimmying his way down the chimney- all you could envision was him getting STUCK in there and that would've been way more difficult and open a new host of challenges versus just having to go out and grab him out of the snow.

You suited up in your winter gear and opened the front door, carefully stepping out onto the porch, calling out to him.

“Art? Are you ok??”

His hand shot up out of the snow quickly, giving you a cheeky thumbs up.

“Are you… stuck in there, buddy?”

You received a second thumbs up yet again from the clown in response.

You shake your head and trudge over slowly to the snow pile, peeking over the side to see a big floof of red from the poofy Santa jacket, Art’s red clad ass sticking up in the air- you grabbed hold of it and gave him a little tug upwards, just enough for his front half to unstick from the snow and allow him better leverage to push himself up with his arms. Before pulling himself out of the hole completely, he looked back at you from over his shoulder, noticing your hands still on his hips and the precarious position he was in- his smirk grew, eyebrows raised suggestively. You stuck your tongue out at him and released him, making him fall forwards slightly into the snow yet again.

As soon as he pushed himself out of the snow hole, you flung a fresh snowball right at the back of Art’s head, nearly knocking the Santa hat off his head. He whipped his head back in your direction with a devilish grin, wagging his finger at you as if to say “You wouldn't wanna be moved to the naughty list this late into December, would you?”.

You giggled as he climbed out of the snow mound and started chasing after you, rushing back in through the threshold of the house before two strong arms wrapped around your midsection, causing you to squeak excitedly in his hold. He released you for a moment so you could remove your jacket and boots and then grabbed you again as soon as they were removed. Art carried you over to the couch in the living room where your electric heater was set up, having warmed up the room splendidly as he sat you down softly.

He looked down at you with his trademark grin as he towered over you, his already tall height seemingly elevated even more by the black boots he was now wearing to fit the theme of his costume. Art had been so beyond excited when he brought home the Santa suit a few nights prior and asked you to wash it (for reasons he did not divulge and that you didn't even wanna know) and he had to wait for it to dry before he could put it on, having been incredibly impatient over it- you didn't want to put it in the dryer in fear of ruining it. Come to think of it, you had noticed that the hanger the suit was drying on was barren after he left the house earlier that day, so he must've taken it with him to “spread Christmas cheer throughout the county”. Looking up and down at his jolly disguise, you decided to humor him, looking back up at the clown with your best doe eyes. “Is Santa still letting people sit on his lap at this hour? I'd love to tell him what I would like for Christmas.” Art's grin widened at your innocent enough sounding inquiry, an evil glint in his eyes he nodded his head excitedly, dashing over to sit in the big armchair in the corner of the room next to the glittering tree.

He patted his lap with his blood stained gloved hands, assuming the classic Santa position and getting into character rather quickly. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you stood up and walked over to him, his strong arms outstretched towards you, beckoning you to take a seat. Placing your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself, you slowly knelt down over his lap so that you were comfortably straddling him in the large chair, your legs resting over either side of the clown’s thighs. Art grinned down at you sitting pretty before him, raising one eyebrow inquisitively, silently asking you to tell him what you want. The contact of your clothed bodies pressed up against each other had your mind blank for a moment, savoring the delicious closeness of being so vulnerable in his lap. “All I want is you, baby. All of you- I love you so much, I don't need anything else when I've got you.”, you ended your declaration of love with a sweet kiss against his black painted lips, wrapping your arms around the back of his head, your fingers intertwining with the crisp white locks of his Santa wig as you pulled him in closer to you.

You shivered at the feeling of Art's hands sliding down your sides, resting at the curve of your hips and caressing the soft skin there. You pulled back from him to let out a soft moan, Art watching you intently as your head tilted back, exposing your neck, right there in front of him, just begging to have him wrap his fingers around and squeeze; Art held back though, not wanting to hurt you too much tonight- he'd save that idea for later use. Instead, he opted to rub his hands up and down your thighs, adoring the way they felt under his palms. Art shifted a bit so you were more situated on one of his thighs, moving you over ever so slightly, causing his leg to bump directly into your core in the process which made you let out another whimper; He looked back into your eyes with a challenging gaze, a glint of mischief at seeing what your next action would be at the way he shifted under you. Your eyes widened at his movement, having become very familiar with that look he was giving you- Art was offering for you to ride his thigh. You shakily exhaled, becoming lost in the intense feelings bubbling up in your stomach. “Oh, Art.”, you hummed softly as you began at a slow pace, experimentally rubbing yourself back and forth across the expanse of his thigh, the red fabric of the Santa suit offering a new layered sensation of softness that helped you move more freely.

Art’s hands found their landing pad on your hips yet again, steadying you and helping you to move even more. He couldn't get enough of all your little moans, the way your body contorted in pleasure as your pace continued to speed up with every passing second. Art removed one hand from your waist, bringing it up to grasp onto your chin, tilting your head down and making you look him in the eyes. One glance into his piercing gaze was all it took to make everything come crashing down, a crescendo of sparks going off in your body causing you to cry out. As you finished your ministrations against him, you gradually slowed down out of exhaustion and rested your sweaty forehead against Art’s shoulder, trying to calm your heavy breathing. Art's arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, his head finding its way to your neck and leaving soft kisses wherever he could. When you finally sat back to look at Art’s face, you couldn't help but smile; the twinkling of the string lights cast multicolored shadows across his pale white face, the reflection glistening off his teeth that were held in a wide smile that mirrored your own- he was beautiful, and he was yours. “Best Christmas ever, huh?” You joked, smirking up at him before sliding off his lap to get up and stretch.

Art nodded his head vigorously before glancing down at his red clad thigh, noticing a small wet spot staining his pants where you had just been sitting. He pointed at it and then at you and back at the spot again, folding his arms over his chest as if to say “Look at what you did, you stained my new outfit!”, knowing he was just teasing you. You shook your head, blush coming back as his actions made you laugh regardless, holding your hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright, I'll wash the suit again for you, don’t get your jingle bells in a twist over it.” Art’s frown morphed back into his usual smile, clapping his hands together in acceptance of your offer as he silently laughed, standing and scooping you up in a big hug. Setting you back down on your feet, your attention turned back to your waiting mug of hot chocolate. You picked it up and took a sip, grimacing slightly as it hit your mouth- the drink had gone cold after your little “distraction”. Looking back over at Art, you held the mug up and pointed at it. “My cocoa went cold- you wanna come with me to heat it up and I'll make one for you too?”. Art held his hands up, wiggling a bit in excitement and nodded, quickly following you into the kitchen for his promised sweet treat, looking forward to a cozy winter’s evening with his love.~

❤️🎄❤️🎄❤️🎄❤️🎄❤️

[tennis-kittens]

Vamos, Rafa !

As you get ready to graduate from tennis, I’ve got a few things to share before I maybe get emotional.

Let’s start with the obvious: you beat me – a lot. More than I managed to beat you. You challenged me in ways no one else could.

On clay, it felt like I was stepping into your backyard, and you made me work harder than I ever thought I could just to hold my ground. You made me reimagine my game – even going so far as to change the size of my racquet head, hoping for any edge.

And you know what, Rafa, you made me enjoy the game even more.

OK maybe not at first. After the 2004 Australian Open, I achieved the #1 ranking for the first time. I thought I was on top of the world. And I was – until two months later, when you walked on the court in Miami in your red sleeveless shirt, showing off those biceps, and you beat me convincingly. All that buzz I’d been hearing about you – about this amazing young player from Mallorca, a generational talent, probably going to win a major someday – it wasn’t just hype.

We were both at the start of our journey and it’s one we ended up taking together. Twenty years later, Rafa, I have to say: What an incredible run you’ve had. Including the 14 French Opens – historic! You made Spain proud… you made the whole tennis world proud.

I keep thinking about the memories we’ve shared. Promoting the sport together. Playing that match on half-grass, half clay. Breaking the all-time attendance record by playing in front of more than 50,000 fans in Cape Town, South Africa. Always cracking each other up.

I’m still grateful you invited me to Mallorca to help launch the Rafa Nadal Academy in 2016. Actually, I kind of invited myself. I knew you were too polite to insist on me being there but I didn’t want to miss it.

And then there was London – the Laver Cup in 2022. My final match. It meant everything to me that you were there by my side – not as my rival but as my doubles partner. Sharing the court with you that night, and sharing those tears, will forever be one of the most special moments of my career.

Rafa, I know you’re focused on the last stretch of your epic career. We will take when it’s done. For now, I just want to congratulate your family and team, who all played a massive role in your success. And I want you to know that your old friend is always cheering for you, and will be cheering just as loud for everything you do next.

Rafa that!

Best always, your fan,

Roger Federer

[buckhead1111]

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[barmadumet]

New obikin Christmas card for the cherished collection! This one (top right) is from dear friend, @aigoos ❤️THANK YOU!! 💚

2022 cards done by @bakaramia (top left) and @obi-nob-kenobi (bottom) 🙏

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