#a true christmas miracle will be finishing something

[gallapple]

Watched Barbie In The Nutcracker for the first time with some other radiobelle babes and I've been thinking nothing but of a charlastor version since

[bunnybuunn]

Holiday spirit.

Summary: Agatha hates Christmas, but she loves little!reader too much to refuse celebrating it with her.

Warnings: Age regression, none!

Agatha was sitting on the couch while you were busy putting up Christmas decorations. It wasn’t a secret that Agatha hated Christmas. She had never celebrated it, since it wasn’t a common thing for witches to do. However, it wasn’t the exact reason for her hatred. The Christmas holiday was bringing too many positive emotions to some people, and Agatha had gotten sick every time, seeing those assholes with happy faces. 

So when you came up to her, offering to celebrate Christmas with you, Agatha meant to say no. 

She really wanted to say no. 

But when she saw your beautiful puppy eyes, she knew that she just wouldn't be able to refuse. 

And that is exactly how she found herself on the couch, unpacking new decorations that she had bought to see you happy. When you finished decorating the Christmas tree with the beautiful purple wreath, you turned around to look at the Agatha. 

 

„Do you like it, Mama?”

 

You asked, hoping that she was enjoying it just as much as you did. Agatha let out a sigh, raising her eyes from the box that she was opening. Her gaze softened when she saw a big smile and the proud expression on your face. It wasn’t a very hard task to do, but you did it perfectly. 

Agatha got up from the couch and approached you, leaving all those boxes and decorations behind. It wasn’t the main part of celebrating the Christmas for her, and it most definitely wasn’t the reason why she accepted your offer. The main part was you, and your happiness was all that mattered to her. Agatha crouched down in front of you, looking at you for a second before leaning closer to give you a soft kiss on the forehead. 

 

„It’s perfect, bunny. You’re such an artist.”

 

You giggled at her words and kissed your mama back, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Agatha smiled, petting your head before getting up and giving your work a last admiring look. 

Agatha looked down once again when she felt you tugging on her arm. You were looking up, holding a left piece of wreath in your hands. 

 

„What’s wrong, little one?”

 

She asked, raising an eyebrow. You pointed your finger at the top of the tree that wasn’t decorated. Agatha smirked and took decorations from your hands. It was obvious to her that you just couldn’t reach the top of the tree, therefore you couldn’t decorate it.

 

„Mama, I’m too small!”

 

She chuckled at your complaints, easily putting Wreath where it has to be by using her magic. It was funny watching you pout every time. Agatha liked to sometimes remind you how small you exactly were. 

However, your pouty face turned happy when you saw a fully decorated Christmas tree. 

 

„I know. It’s okay to be little, bunny.”

 

Agatha said, waiting for you to say something back or maybe argue a little. Her eyes widened when instead of doing that, you just reached out your hands, asking to be picked up. The witch nodded, instantly picking your small body up from the floor. 

You put your head on her shoulder, resting against Agatha’s body. The smell of her perfume and gingerbread cookies that she had baked earlier made you relax. A minute later, your eyes were closed, and you were slowly falling asleep while Agatha sat down on the couch, putting you on her lap and making sure that you were in a comfortable position for a little nap.

She caressed your back with her fingernails slowly, listening to the sound of your calm breathing. You were putting Christmas decorations on for a couple of hours, running around the room. No wonder why you fell asleep so quickly. 

After the hundreds of years of her long life, Agatha lost her faith in miracles, but she had to admit that your appearance in her life was a true Christmas wonder. 

Taglist: @tinylilacbun @aew-regression-cove @hikyiwid

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

From The First Fall Of Snow: 5 Days of Spencer Reid

Part 1: Unwrapped and Under The Tree (Smut & Dad!Spencer & Mom!Reader)

Spencer and Reader finish laying out all the presents for their kids on Christmas Eve and Reader let’s Spencer have the honor of unwrapping the first present of the season.

Part 2: ‘Tis The Damn Season (Fluff & Fake Dating)

After Reader begs Spencer, her charming neighbor, to be her fake boyfriend to her college friend’s annual Holiday party, he obliges. He’s promised cookies, yet leaves with something their if them ever expected would come true.

Part 3: Christmas Tree Farm (Fluff with Suggestiveness & Friends to Lovers)

It was the world’s worst kept secret that they loved each other. That was until she kissed Spencer in the bar on girl’s night. Their first date is anything but magical. But perhaps their happily ever after needs nothing short but a Christmas miracle.

Part 4: Naughty or Nice? Let’s Break The Ice (Smut & Single Dad!Spencer & Teacher!Reader)

No one knows Reader’s dirty little secret. No one knows the pictures she sends to him. No one knows how his words make her body ignite and how the promise of something more drives her wild. No one knows. Except for him. Her student’s very single and very handsome father: her Hinge match.

Part 5: Picture Perfect Shiny Family, Holiday Peppermint Candy (Smut/Comfort & Second Chance Romance)

Spencer tries to convince himself that it’s statically more likely for him to be experiencing a depressive episode during the winter months. But he knows that he can’t even delude himself. Between four months spent as a man imprisoned for a crime he did not commit and a life time’s worth of trauma under his belt, Spencer shuts himself away for the holidays. Looking through his old Christmas cards, Spencer thinks about his only love and the life he gave away. And he finds her, again, somewhere never thought he would: a 24 hour diner.

[bird-slayer-brainrot]

Who? - Ineffable Husband watch Doctor Who - crack, fluff

"Mr Bond, you're truly a hero." the blond, bespectacled women said to him. It had been quite a victory, that much was true. The girl clutched Bond's arm, blushing up at him. "Mr Bond, it was ever so brave of scramoush scaramoush will you do the fandango.......

"Crowley, is that you?"

Crowley groaned. Blinking into awareness, Crowley pressed the phone to his ear. He really should change his ringtone. Leave your phone in the Bentley once and it thinks it has the right. "Yes, yes, hello Aziraphale."

"Oh dear," the angel paused for a moment, and Crowley pulled himself out of his covers and sat up. "Were you asleep? I'm so sorry for interrupting you. I'll let you get back to it."

"No, no." Crowley cleared his throat. The angel, to his credit, sounded genuinely distressed by the prospect of accidentally waking Crowley from his sleep. Crowley grimaced. "I was just getting up. What's the matter?"

Aziraphale was silent for a moment. The static buzzing of a tea kettle, knowing him, transferring through his end was all that could be heard.

"I'm afraid it's rather silly." That got Crowley's attention. He performed a quick miracle and he was dressed. Black sweater, black sweatpants (even demon's had lazy days, and he planned on gardening) and combat boots (to make up for the sweatpants). Aziraphale made a noise over the phone. "It's really not important. There was just something I wanted to show you, if... if you're not busy."

Crowley, of course, had nothing on. But Aziraphale wanted to see him so he was obviously free. Even if he had something on, he'd try and get... okay, no, that line of inquiry is well worn. He just wanted to see Aziraphale. He was bored yada yada.

"I'll be there." Crowley said into the microphone.

"Oh, good." Aziraphale's sigh transmitted through, and Crowley really had no clue then what it was Aziraphale wanted to see him for, and the angel wasn't telling him. "I'll see you soon. Safe driving."

"Never," Crowley responded, as usual. Aziraphale hung up the phone and Crowley sprung up and grabbed his keys.

Aziraphale was pacing.

Perhaps he shouldn't have called Crowley. It was ridiculous, this whole thing. But he couldn't, in good conscious, not tell the demon. It would be simply unfair not to. And Aziraphale was an angel, so he should be the one to tell him.

The bell at the door chimed. Crowley stepped inside, miracling his clothing dry. Aziraphale breathed a sigh of relief.

"Crowley," he approached his friend, smiling as the demon propped himself a bookshelf. "You look cozy. How was the drive?"

The demon tilted his head and put a hand on his hip. "Uhh, fine." he finally spoke. That was good. That was very good. "So do you mind telling me what's going on?"

"Ah, yes." Aziraphale shifted, adjusting his cardigan, "Well, I stumbled across something that might be rather interesting to you. On..." Aziraphale paused, but Crowley, who knew Aziraphale's mannerisms as well as his own, waited. "the television."

Crowley smiled.

"Aziraphale..."

"Crowley."

And the demon laughed as Aziraphale led him upstairs.

It was unexpected.

They were in the small sitting room in the flat at the top of Aziraphale's bookshop. Crowley had only been up here on occasion. The room was like the rest of the space. There was a small, brown couch with a blanket and several homemade cushions; an antique coffee table covered with books, a newspaper, two tea cups and a half finished plate of biscuits; and a slim and small TV on the bureau. The curtains were drawn.

"This is cozy." Crowley said as Aziraphale sat on the couch and reached for the remote. Crowley took that as invitation to join him. And waited.

The theme of Doctor Who began to play, and at this, Crowley looked over at the angel. Aziraphale was watching the screen, adjusting his cardigan again. Several names flashed across the screen, then, the title, The Christmas Invasion.

The episode started to play. Ten minutes in, Aziraphale paused it, and slowly turned his head to face Crowley. Crowley was already looking at Aziraphale.

"That." was all Crowley said.

"I know." Aziraphale flinched. "I was just as surprised as you."

"David Tennant?"

Aziraphale shifted. "I was meaning to catch up on the series, before it got too far away from me." he tried to explain. "And, well, there's this." he gestured towards the screen, where a still image of David Tennant's sleeping face. The resemblance to the demon at his right was uncanny.

"And you thought this was my doing?"

"Well," Aziraphale shrugged. "I didn't know what to think, but you seem just as surprised by this information."

Crowley leaned back into the couch, pondering this for a moment. Then he shrugged, and got up.

"Wait, where are you going? You can't hurt him!"

Crowley spun around on his feet. The expression on his face was incredulous.

"Aziraphale." he said in a measured tone. "That is a human man. You want to watch Doctor Who, and so do I. I'm grabbing wine." then he turned away again, and walked out of the room.

Several hours later...

Aziraphale turned the TV off. They stared at the black screen.

"That was..."

A noise broke through the silence. Aziraphale turned his head, and Crowley turned his away.

"Crowley." he said gently. "Are you... crying?"

Crowley sneered at this and turned back to face Aziraphale. His face was dry, miraculously, and Aziraphale felt a wave of tenderness wash through him.

"Well," Aziraphale's hand itched to reach out and comfort the demon. On the screen, the Doctor walked away from the wall dividing him and Rose. Well, the wall that was actually a gap in the void. The theme swelled, and Aziraphale's heart clenched. He paused the episode.

"Next one?" Crowley said gently, and Aziraphale obliged.

Later, Crowley would deny ever crying at that episode. It was not brought up again.

[fanfictionstuff]

Happy New Year Amaimon x GN Reader

Hello! I think I waited enough time for this to arrive for most people on New Year's Eve, it's noon new year's eve for me.

Happy New Year! I hope everyone has a great 2025.

I love you guys <33333

“Do you have any plans for New Year?” you ask Amaimon, as you stroll through the city hand in hand. He initially shakes his head, but then pauses, his grip tightening on your hand. “People go to parties for New Year, right?” he inquires, glancing at you from the corner of his eye. “Yeah, it’s common, though I’ve never attended a big New Year party. I usually spend the holiday with close family and friends. In fact, this will be the first time I’m celebrating New Year away from my family.” You had planned to return home for the holidays this year, but that was before Amaimon came into your life at True Cross Academy. You fell for him hard and fast. Fortunately, by some miracle, he became interested in you as well. 

His grip tightened as he asks, "Do you plan to go to a party this year?” Christmas had already passed, yet he is still grumpy about the fact that you had stayed with your friends for a couple of hours at the party instead of staying home with him. When you returned to your apartment, he sat on the sofa and gave you the silent treatment for a full twenty minutes before he eventually pulled you onto his lap, grumbling about you choosing Rin Okumura over him. “Do you want to come to my apartment and spend New Year with me? Just us?” 

“So, like every other night?” 

“No! I’ll prepare some proper food for us and set up decorations. A party for just the two of us.” As you share your plans with him, you can’t help but picture him wearing those cheesy 2025 glasses. Yeah, you’ve got to get a few cheesy decorations and supplies. “Unless you have somewhere else in mind, we don’t have to attend the party in town. We could find a spot away from the crowd and watch the fireworks from a rooftop or somewhere similar." You offer a second idea. Amaimon pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “I’ll do whatever you want,” he says, before leaning in to press his lips against yours in a sweet kiss that always leaves you feeling like you might melt. 

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“Hey! You’re early. I’m not finished yet.” You huff as the demon king strides into your apartment without even bothering to knock. He slips the magical key he used back into his pocket as he approaches you. “You’re an hour early,” you complain, but he disregards your words and steps into the kitchen, pulling you into a kiss. 

“Big Brother told me we’re supposed to kiss at midnight.” 

You nod slowly, a hint of embarrassment creeping in. “Well, we don’t have to..."

“I like kissing you, so I don’t care.”

You nod again, wondering if Mephisto shared the significance behind why people kiss on New Year’s. However, it’s not a topic you want to bring up; he would likely find it absurd. "Anyway, you can either relax on the sofa or help me with a bit of decorating," you suggest, pointing to a banner you've yet to tackle and a few gold and black balloons that need to be inflated.

Everything is finished quite quickly; most of the food was nearly ready when Amaimon arrived. You just needed a bit more time to decorate. However, as you walk into the living room, you see that Amaimon has done a fantastic job. The balloons are taped to the walls, and streamers hang gracefully across the room, with a banner displaying Happy New Year is also displayed nicely. “Wow, I’m impressed by how well you decorated," you admit, your eyes widening at the sight. “I saw something like this on TV," he replies, holding up his phone to show you the different examples he found. 

Amaimon steps closer, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you into a kiss. When his tongue brushes against your lower lip, you gently push him away. “Stop, you’re distracting me. I need to get our food.” He stares blankly at you as you step away to grab the food from the kitchen. It’s actually mainly snacks and not a proper meal, but you decided to bring in the new year with what you know will make Amaimon happiest. “But I like kissing you.” 

“I’m aware. But at least let me grab the food.” You know the food will keep him occupied for most of the night. “It’s a few hours until midnight, what do we do until then?” He questions, shoving some ice cream into his mouth. 

“Uh, I’m not sure,” you admit awkwardly. “Is there something people usually do?” you ask. “Let’s take some photos.” As you say this, you put on the silly 2025 glasses and place them on Amaimon’s face. “It’s common to take silly pictures,” you say, then pull out your phone to open the camera app. As Amaimon sets the bowl of ice cream on the living room table, he pulls you into his arms. You grab a ridiculous hat featuring the year, pulling him closer to fit in the picture frame, and smile while he stares blankly at the camera.

After taking a few photos, you can’t help but laugh. “This is why my family questions whether we’re actually in a relationship. Most people look happy in their photos with their partner."

“They question if we’re in a relationship?"

"Yeah, one of my cousins insists it’s all in my head and even questions if we’re friends."

“Which cousin?”

You mention your cousin’s name as you continue scrolling through the photos. “Come here,” Amaimon orders. “What do you mean ‘come here’? I’m sitting in your lap,” you say with a snort. He grabs the back of your head with one hand and the phone with the other, pulling you into another kiss—this one slightly more passionate as he digs his claws into your scalp, causing you to gasp so he can deepen the kiss. With one hand, he holds up the phone and snaps a few photos. Your face burns with embarrassment when he finally pulls away, but he barely notices. Instead, he opens your messaging app to text that annoying cousin of yours. Without picking out the best photo, he sends the first one to your cousin, along with a message. Do you want more proof?

As the feeling of his kiss fades, you blink in disbelief. “Wait! What are you doing?” You quickly snatch the phone from him and gaze at the text, still in shock. “Amaimon.”

The reply comes back quickly Happy New Year to you too, smh

I’m sorry! That was Amaimon. You add an explanation of why Amaimon sent the text because you told him what they had said. 

Whatever, I believe you now. You have bad taste in men smh.

Amaimon leans back against the arm of the sofa and continues eating his ice cream. “They’re going to share that photo with everyone.” You pout. 

“Good.” 

You sigh and lean against his chest, flipping through the options on your TV. Eventually, you settle on a show because if you both start a movie, you'd miss the New Year. You take a deep breath, inhaling his earthy scent. The king responds by rubbing soft circles on your back with his claws, helping you relax even more in his arms. 

“_____.” Amaimon gently shakes your shoulders. “Huh?” “It’s almost midnight.” You jolt at that, quickly jumping up while grabbing your phone. His actions had put you to sleep. “It’s ten minutes until New Year!” Opening the balcony door, you step outside to see all the fireworks and people enjoying themselves. 

“What are we supposed to do?” Amaimon questions as he stares down at the people below. 

"Sometimes, people make wishes or promises about what they hope to achieve in the coming year. Others engage in different activities they believe will bring them luck, like sharing a kiss. For some, a kiss symbolizes a fresh start and the hope for a wonderful year ahead, while for others, it carries the desire for a lasting connection with their partner, forever. Ultimately, it all depends on the individual and their intentions." You explain, as you begin to hear the countdown of people below you. 

“TEN!” 

Amaimon steps closer to you. 

“NINE!”

His mesmerizing golden eyes lock onto yours, and you can’t help but melt under his gaze.

“EIGHT!” 

“SEVEN!” 

“SIX!” 

“FIVE!” 

“FOUR!”

“THREE!” 

He tenderly cups your cheek with his warm hand, leaning in closer until the murmurs of the world beneath you fade into a distant hum. "Forever," he breathes softly against your lips, his voice low and intimate, before capturing your mouth with his in a kiss. 

[cardcaptorsakura96]

A Christmas Miracle-Chapter 1

Fandom: Supergirl

Characters: Lena Luthor, Kara Danvers, Ruby Arias, Santa Claus, Streaky the cat

Summary: After her last two breakups, Lena doesn't think there is love out there for her. However, will Ruby's wish to Santa make Lena a believer in miracles?

Lena stood in line scrolling throw her email on her phone. She sighed because she had finished all of her work emails and was bored out of her mind. She looked down next to her and saw her six-year-old niece Ruby still jumping up and down full of energy. They have been waiting in line for over an hour to see Santa. She was honestly surprised that she had this level of enthusiasm. When she was her age, she would have thrown a fit. However, Ruby had been the perfect example of patience and positivity. It caused Lena to smile. She wished that she had that level of positivity. With Lex trying to kill her constantly or trying to take over her company, she honestly was surprised she hadn’t gone insane. If it wasn’t for Ruby, Ruby's mom Sam, and Lena’s stepmother Lillian, she probably would have.

Lena was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard Ruby scream, “It’s our turn, Auntie Lena!”

Lena looked up to see Ruby sprinting to Santa’s lap. Lena chuckled and quickly followed. 

Santa pulled Ruby up on his lap and asked, “What is your name, dear child?”

Ruby beamed and said, “My name is Ruby!”

Santa smiled and said, “It is nice to meet you, Ruby. What kind of gifts are you looking forward to for Christmas.”

Ruby shook her head and said, “I don’t need you to bring me presents this year Santa.”

Santa frowned and asked, “You don’t?”

Ruby shook her head and said, “I need your help with something very important.”

Lena was startled. She never thought that she would see the day that Ruby would forgo presents. She was quite curious about what she considered more important than a Christmas gift.

Santa looked at her quizzically, “Okay, what problem are you having?”

Ruby turned to Lena, pointed, and said, “I need a miracle. My Auntie Lena needs help.”

Lena looked baffled and said, “Ruby, I don’t need any help.”

Ruby turned to Santa with a worried look on her face and said, “She is lying. She thinks that love doesn’t exist. I need to make her believe again.”

Lena chuckled nervously and said, “Ruby that isn’t true. I believe that love exists. I love you, your mommy, and your grandma Lillian very much.”

Ruby rolled her eyes at her. She turned back to Santa and said, “She’s nervous because she knows that is not what I mean. She doesn’t believe in finding true love anymore. Auntie Lena is awesome and deserves the best true love in the entire world.”

Lena started rubbing the back of her neck and laughing nervously. 

“Ruby, I have taught you that you don’t need to be in a relationship to have a successful life.”

Ruby pouted at her and said, “You are sad all the time now since Andrea left. When I sleep over at your apartment, I hear you cry in your room at night wishing she would come back.” She turned to Santa and said, “Please don’t bring her back into her life. My mom said that she is a bad word, but it does rhyme with witch.”

Santa tried to stifle a chuckle. Lena looked at both of them mortified. She always thought she hid her emotions well around Ruby, but clearly she was wrong. Her last two relationships nearly destroyed her. When she was in college, she had dated Jack for 4 years. She thought that her relationship with him was going well until he bailed. Stated that being around her was a hazard. By that point, Lex had tried to kill her three times. The third time Jack took a bullet that was meant for her that put him in the hospital for three months. She was devastated that he broke up with her, but at least she understood it. Being with her was a hazard, and while she was willing to be his ride or die, she understood him not feeling the same way. 

Lena stayed single after that for two years until she met Andrea. She was a force of nature that swept her off her feet. She constantly surprised her with trips, flowers, chocolates, and love notes. She felt so loved and spoiled. Lena wanted to spend the rest of her life with her and often was scared that it was too good to be true. And it was. A couple of months ago, a hysterical woman broke into her building demanding to see her claiming Lena stole her wife and destroyed their family. Lena thought the lady was nuts until she had her private investigator do some digging and found out that Andrea not only was married but had five kids. She was devastated. What made matters worse was that Andrea’s wife sold her story to a popular tabloid. Now Lena not only gets blamed for Lex’s shenanigans but she is considered a homewrecker too. As much as she hated Andrea, she still wanted her back and that made her feel terrible. She wished that she could get over her. She barely left the house other than to go to work because it was one of the few things that kept her distracted. That and baking. Her house has been overflowing with baked treats like bread, muffins, and cakes since she left Andrea. Today was Lena’s first outing somewhere other than work in over three months. She only came because Sam agreed to go to a conference she had been avoiding hosted by Morgan Edge in Metropolis. She said the major thing Lena would have to do was to take Ruby to see Santa. Lena thought it would be a quick trip in and out. Now, Lena was regretting that decision.

Lena forced a smile and said, “I know that I was sad, but I am doing much now.”

Ruby pouted at her and said, “No you're not. Sit on Santa’s lap and tell him what you want in a true love.”

Lena sighed. She was starting to become frustrated and she didn’t want to draw attention to herself. 

“Ruby, dear. I don’t need anyone for Christmas. I am fine. I promise you.”

“No you’re not!” shouted Ruby while becoming teary-eyed. 

Lena was on the brink of tears. She knew that Ruby meant well, but this was all too much.”

“Ruby, if I sit on Santa’s lap and tell him my Christmas wish for a partner, will you drop this and never speak of this again.”

“Yes!” Ruby beamed. 

Ruby hurried up and got off of Santa’s lap so Lena could sit down. Lena rolled her eyes and gradually went to sit on Santa’s lap. 

“How does this work exactly?” muttered Lena. 

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[musicalpancakes77]

People l'd like to know better game

For some reason i feel like im gonna take a nap right here in the living room chair so lets get this started before i pass out a;lksdjf

Tagged by @ablogbyacryptid and @jfkisonthemoon

last song: i actually have music on rn to help me focus and so im listening to Everything Black by Unlike Pluto and Mike Taylor :)

fav color: usually I say purple, but I'm also a big fan of blue

last book: Frankenstein, the 1818 text published by Penguin Classics!

last movie: well i work at a movie theater, but the last one I saw in Full was Ocean Waves by Studio Ghibli. It is a television movie however, so if that doesn't count, I also recently watched That Christmas on Netflix. Super cute movie btw, I recommend it!

last show: mmmmm i think Pokemon Horizons? If it's not pokemon horizons it's Natsume Yuujinchou. I don't watch a lot of TV shows rn sadly.

sweet/spicy/savory: A reasonable landslide for sweet, though I don't mind savory! I have a poor spice tolerance, though I am trying to work on it 😔

relationship status: Nah! Been too busy this year trying to live for myself and get myself back on track and towards the next period of my life. Maybe someday though, I'd really appreciate something new.

last thing i googled: literally Ocean Waves to make sure it was a television film, like what I thought I'd read LMAO. On my phone though, it was Ryan Reynolds, since I was heard about the drama and just took a cursory skim.

current obsession: GREAT question. Hard question. Ace Attorney, Pokemon, Professor Layton, etc. I guess Zero Escape is new for me this year. I haven't changed my tastes too wildly tho... I guess I've been obsessed with this one sk8 matchablossom fic that's been posting every day since the beginning of the month advent style? It's been keeping me going during this rough week of work :) (The fic is Best Nightmare Come True by who_la_hoop on ao3 btw hehe)

looking forward to: A lot of things! A normal work schedule as the holidays pass. Hearing back about grad school decisions. Finishing my LT fic (posting tonight or tomorrow for all my LT babes ;)), New World of Steam, MHA Vigilantes anime, for Toni to finish aai2 and get back to miracle mask LMAO. Also spending more time w/ my friends!! Just a lot of fun things I hope to hold onto.

Tag: I'll tag some friends in general, but its more a fun and friendly poke than a demand!! Also free for anyone who thinks its fun and wants to take a crack it it :) @4ragon @rivalsforlife @ibroughtyoumybullets-ningy (idk if jessie tagged you too but you're getting tagged again now LMAO) @nebul-anna @lettersfromcassiopeia @puppayy @transannabeth

[thecodeveronica]

I kept my promise to myself to finish my fic, it's a true Christmas miracle🎄

Anyway, that was really tough writing something in the span of about a week or so given my attention span and extreme overthinking, and I'm never doing it again lmao

[shifralois08]

A New Chapter, A Renewed Spirit

Christmas in the Philippines isn't just a holiday, it's a feeling that seeps into your soul. It's a symphony of lights, laughter, and love that starts the moment September arrives. The "Ber" months, as we call them, are a magical time, and I wouldn't trade them for anything, especially this year.

From the moment the first parol (star-shaped lantern) appears, I know Christmas is on its way. Streets are transformed with colorful lights, carols echo through the air, and homes are decked out with festive decorations. It's like the whole country is preparing for a grand party, and I can't wait to be a part of it.

For me, Christmas is all about family. It's the time when everyone comes together, no matter how far they've traveled. The aroma of lechon (roasted pig), ham, and bibingka (rice cake) fills the air, and the house is buzzing with activity. We share stories, play games, and laugh until our sides ache. These are the moments I treasure most, the ones that make Christmas truly special.

Christmas Under the Fallen Tree

But last December 16th, 2021, everything changed. Typhoon Odette, a powerful storm, ripped through our island, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. Our house, unfortunately, was one of its victims. A huge tree crashed through our roof, leaving us with a gaping hole and a sense of shock. It was a scary experience, but thankfully, we were the only ones in our neighborhood affected by the fallen tree (haha).

Despite the devastation, the spirit of Christmas couldn't be broken. We knew we had to prioritize fixing our home, but we also knew that the true meaning of Christmas was about being together, about love and resilience.

So, we gathered what we could, and we celebrated. It wasn't the grand Noche Buena we were used to, but it was filled with love, laughter, and gratitude. We shared stories, played games, and reminded each other that even amidst the chaos, the spirit of Christmas could still shine through.

We spent the days after the storm cleaning up, rebuilding, and supporting each other. It was a challenging time, but it also brought us closer together. We learned the true meaning of FAMILY, of helping each other, and of finding joy even in the midst of hardship.

Misa de Gallo, A Faint Reminder

December 20, 2022 the air was thick with the scent of incense and the hushed whispers of prayers. It was Christmas Eve, and we were in the middle of Misa de Gallo, the traditional nine-day night masses leading up to Christmas.

Earlier that night, I had played a spirited game of basketball with my cousin, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins. I hadn't had dinner, no time for a breather, rushing to make it to the church on time. But as the priest began his homily, my body betrayed me. I fainted, collapsing onto the hard pews.

The world spun, and I was enveloped in a wave of dizziness. But as I came to, I was surrounded by the familiar faces of my family, their concern etched on their faces. It was a scary moment, a reminder of the physical and emotional toll the past year had taken on us. But it was also a testament to the power of love and support.

Despite the unexpected interruption, we finished the mass, our hearts filled with gratitude for the miracle of being together.

A Christmas Escape

The year had been a whirlwind of rebuilding and adjusting to the aftermath of the typhoon. We were tired, but we were also craving a break, a chance to reconnect as a family. So, we decided to do something we rarely did: we booked a family vacation at a beautiful beach resort.

It was a welcome escape from the chaos of everyday life. We spent our days swimming, sunbathing, exploring the nearby islands, and simply enjoying each other's company. It was a chance to laugh, to share stories, and to create memories that would last a lifetime.

This Christmas, we were reminded that even in the midst of challenges and unexpected events, the spirit of Christmas can always find a way to shine through. It's about finding joy in the simple things, about appreciating the love and support of those around us, and about remembering that even in the darkest of times, hope can always be found.

A Christmas Crash Landing

December 16, 2023 The sun was shining brightly. It was a perfect day for a bike ride. I was cruising down the street, feeling the wind in my hair, when suddenly, a car door swung open. I swerved to avoid it, but it was too late. I crashed into the door, sending my bike flying and myself tumbling to the ground.

I landed hard, my body aching, my pride bruised. I had crashed right into the car of a relative, a rather embarrassing moment. But as I sat there, catching my breath, I couldn't help but laugh. It was a reminder that life is full of unexpected twists and turns, and sometimes the best we can do is to embrace the absurdity of it all.

This Christmas, I'm reminded that life is a journey, and sometimes we stumble along the way. But it's the moments we share with loved ones, the laughter and the support, that make the journey worthwhile.

A Christmas of Intimacy

This year 2023 we were craving for a chance to reconnect as a family. So, we decided to do something we rarely did: we booked a two-day trip for just the four of us: Dad, Mom, my sister, and me.

It was a Christmas escape, a chance to rediscover the simple joys of being together. We wandered through malls, indulging in a little retail therapy, shared laughter over delicious meals, and simply enjoyed each other's company. It was a quiet, intimate celebration, a reminder that sometimes, the most meaningful moments are those shared with the people who matter most.

This year, as we prepare for Christmas, I'm filled with a sense of gratitude. We've moved into our new home, a fresh start. This Christmas will be even more special, as we celebrate our first Christmas in our new house, filled with the warmth of family and the joy of new beginnings. It's a testament to our resilience, a reminder that even after all the circumstances that has happened, Christmas can still bring hope, love, and a sense of wonder.

This Christmas marks a new chapter, a renewed spirit, a testament to the enduring power of hope and love, even in the face of adversity.

[thedarkcknight]

Day 28 The Solstice Spirit (Katrina Stuart)

Y/N'S POV

The snow crunched beneath my boots as I trudged through the park, the crisp December air painting my cheeks a rosy hue. Katrina walked beside me, bundled in a navy peacoat and a knit beanie that matched her hazel eyes. Despite the chill, her laughter warmed the space between us. She had always been my partner in holiday mischief, and tonight was no exception.

"Do you think it’ll work?" Katrina asked, her voice full of excitement and just a hint of skepticism.

"It has to," I replied, gripping the old book tighter under my arm. Its worn leather cover held the key to our plan—or so I hoped. "If what this says is true, then tonight, the Winter Solstice, is the perfect time to call the Solstice Spirit."

Katrina raised an eyebrow. "You’re really going all in on this, aren’t you?"

I shrugged, a smile tugging at my lips. "You said you wanted a Christmas miracle. Let’s make it happen."

The park was nearly empty, save for a few bundled-up couples and kids dragging sleds behind them. We found the spot—an open clearing surrounded by towering evergreens—and laid out the items we’d gathered: a wreath of holly, a candle, and a small bell.

Katrina crouched beside me, her breath forming clouds in the air. "So, we just light the candle and ring the bell? That’s it?"

"Pretty much," I said, flipping through the pages of the book. "Then we say the words."

She chuckled, shaking her head. "You and your love for the supernatural. I swear, one day we’re going to end up summoning something we can’t handle."

"Not today," I said with a grin. "Ready?"

She nodded, her smile lighting up the night.

I struck a match and lit the candle, the flame flickering in the gentle breeze. Then, together, we rang the bell and recited the words from the book.

For a moment, nothing happened. Katrina glanced at me, her expression a mix of amusement and pity. "Well, that was—"

Before she could finish, the air shifted. A soft glow enveloped the clearing, and a figure appeared—a woman draped in a shimmering cloak of starlight, her presence both calming and awe-inspiring.

"You have called, and I have come," the figure said, her voice like a melody.

Katrina’s jaw dropped. "No way. Is this real?"

I could only nod, too stunned to speak.

The Solstice Spirit smiled, her gaze warm and kind. "What is it you wish for this Christmas?"

Katrina hesitated, then glanced at me. "I just want this one to feel special," she said softly. "For us to remember it, you know? Something magical."

The spirit nodded, raising her hand. A gentle wave of light swept over the clearing, and suddenly, the snow sparkled like diamonds. The evergreens shimmered with an ethereal glow, and the air filled with the sound of soft, chiming bells.

Katrina grabbed my hand, her eyes wide with wonder. "This is amazing," she whispered.

The Solstice Spirit looked at us, her smile knowing. "Cherish this moment, for it is the love and laughter you share that makes this season magical."

And just as quickly as she appeared, she vanished, leaving us standing in the enchanted clearing.

Katrina turned to me, her face lit up like a child’s on Christmas morning. "Okay, you were right. This is officially the best Christmas ever."

I laughed, squeezing her hand. "Told you the supernatural isn’t all bad."

As we walked back through the park, the memory of the Solstice Spirit lingered, a reminder that sometimes, the most magical moments are the ones we share with the people who mean the most.

[dragonbornphoenix]

The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the department 

Not a creature was stirring, not even a sergeant. 

Well, that wasn't entirely true… 

Hutch was slumped over another case report in the nearly deserted squad room. Babcock, the only other person there, was getting ready to leave. He’d said something about a Christmas Eve party and was humming a jovial tune under his breath while gathering his things. 

Hutch didn’t mind the solitude; he welcomed it. He had paperwork to finish, and the quiet suited him. The Christmas decorations were enough company, not that he paid them much attention. 

When he heard the approaching footsteps—heavy and determined—he didn’t bother to look up. So when Starsky slapped a piece of paper right under his nose, he yelped and jumped like a startled cat. That he kept his chair from toppling over was a small Christmas miracle. 

"What the hell, Starsky?" 

Hutch looked at his partner, and the expression he saw on Starsky’s face took him by surprise. Blazing eyes, furrowed eyebrows, and a mouth tightened into a thin line. Determination and frustration pulled at Starsky’s features, hiding underneath something Hutch couldn't grasp. It was right at the tips of his mental fingers, but it kept slithering away. A slippery creature taunting him with its familiarity. 

Starsky stabbed the paper on the desk with his index finger. “See a hole, fill a hole.” 

“Huh?” Hutch asked with astonishing eloquence. 

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20/11/23 - BONNIE GARMUS (AND A.S. BYATT)

' ... the air heavy with November.' (Garmus, 2022, p.135).

REFERENCE

Garmus, B. (2022) 'Lessons in chemistry'. London: Doubleday.

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TO OUR NEW YORK CORRESPONDENT FOR THE LOCATION SHOTS

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AND THANKS AGAIN

FROM OUR CORRESPONDENT

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SEE ALSO

' "It's about Thanksgiving." ' (Garmus, 2022, p.33).

‘What Americans call the "Holiday Season" generally begins with Thanksgiving … The first day after Thanksgiving Day—Black Friday—marks the start of the Christmas shopping season.’ (‘Thanksgiving’, 2023).

REFERENCE

‘Thanksgiving’ (2023) Wikipedia. Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgiving (Accessed: 20 November 2023). 

STARTING EARLY IN BASINGSTOKE ON FESTIVE FRIDAY

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ON 17th NOVEMBER

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6 DAYS BEFORE THANKSGIVING AND 38 DAYS BEFORE CHRISTMAS

HAPPY THANKSGIVING 2023

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THANKSGIVING

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AKA FRIENDSGIVING

‘ … for people who could not or did not want to go home for the holiday.’ (‘Friendsgiving (meal)’, 2023).

REFERENCE

‘Friendsgiving (meal)’ (2023) Wikipedia. Available at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friendsgiving_(meal) (Accessed: 20 November 2023).

AND NOW ONLY 35 DAYS TO FRIENDSMAS

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RIP 23

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A.S. BYATT DIED 16/11/23

OBITUARY

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RIP

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PLUS

‘ ... while musical prodigies are always celebrated, early readers aren't. And that's because early readers are only good at something others will eventually be good at, too. So being first isn't special - it's just annoying.' (Garmus, 2022, pp.1-2).

FOR BOOK GROUP

THIS MONTH OUR MOST ANNOYING MEMBER

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UNCLE PAUL

‘I have finished “Uncle Paul” by Celia Fremlin. Quite enjoyable.’

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THE HOUSE THAT SAT DOWN

‘I have re-read “The House that Sat Down” by Alice May about a cob cottage that split apart. A true story of a cottage not too far from here and the consequences for the family. A brilliantly told story of a family’s very difficult time. Loved it just as much the second time around.’

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OUR NEXT MOST ANNOYING READER LEADER

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MILKMAN

‘I’m still reading Milkman, though do tend to fall asleep after a few pages. But I’m getting on - only 111 pages left. It is a remarkable book, and I can now see the humour the critics flagged up in the comments on the cover. It is certainly challenging, however!’

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THE TOWERS OF TREBIZOND

‘As well as Lessons in Chemistry, I am also continuing to read The Towers of Trebizond. I read this in bed, so fall asleep reading this book too - but more legitimately. I won’t say anything. about it, as it is on our list for next year; only that is a favourite book of mine and is an easy read.’

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THE MEANING IN THE MIRACLES

‘I have put All the Light You Cannot See on hold as I can’t read more than three fiction books at the same time, but have started reading The Meaning in the Miracles by Jeffrey John which gives a new slant on the miracles attributed to Jesus.’

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OUR NOT SO ANNOYING MEMBERS

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THE AERODYNAMICS OF PORK

‘I finished the Patrick Gale …………? Pork.’

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AROUND THE WORLD IN EIGHTY DAYS

‘ … am onto the Jules Verne now.’

WHILST THE OTHER HALF

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THE INK BLACK HEART

‘ … has finished the Galbraith and is onto Agent Zizag by Ben McIntrye, which I read a few months ago.’

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AGENT ZIGZAG

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A POCKET FULL OF RYE

‘This year I bought a Miss Marple calendar and discovered that there are twelve Miss Marple books. I have been reading one a month.’

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OUR LEAST ANNOYING MEMBER

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THE SEVEN HUSBANDS OF EVELYN HUGO

'I’ve just read The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid. I enjoyed it but it is quite complex on several different levels. It has been quoted as being based on the fact that Elizabeth Taylor married several times, but the basic thread is that the heroine is gay, so that several of her marriages were to gay men so that both partners in these  marriages could have secret gay relationships. There were other threads, the heroine becomes an acclaimed film star and there is quite a lot about the film world.’

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AND OUR NOT AT ALL ANNOYING MEMBER

‘No other reading from me this month I am afraid. At least nothing worthy of note.’

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QUOTE OF THE WEEK 2011 - 2023

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12 EPIC YEARS

FROM THE ARCHIVE

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28/11/22

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[elvesofnoldor]

just finished watching the w//itcher s2 and i found out that apparently neither fans of game and books were happy with this season, people were like “this isn’t faithful adaptation to the blood of elves”. well, im sure that’s true bestie, but i wasn’t even gonna read the blood of elves before watching w//itcher s2 lmao. now that i’ve seen one version of the story (albeit, perhaps, not the best version), i have enough interest in the lore to actually want see what’s up with the original version of the story

[rosesbxrry]

Gingerbread

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship! AU

Warnings: Dom! Jake, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, heavy food play, fellatio (blowjob), throat fucking, making out, slight ass spanking, dirty talking, riding, slight slut shaming, Jake calling you a bunch a pet names (baby, baby girl, slut, doll, good girl), breast worshipping, praising/ degradation. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else. 

Summary: Gingerbread cookies; sweet and warm, perfect for the Christmas season as the smell overwhelms your shared apartment with Jake. However, what seems to be an innocent baking activity you spent with him for Chirstmas Eve turns into something more delectable than the confectionary.

A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 3,911 words

a/n: This was suppose to be posted 3 days ago but of course, in true fashion, I was late in writing it in time. I’m sure the mood for Christmas is already over but I’m determine to finish this as soon as possible (while enjoying writing it for u guys too). This would also be the second last fic for the holiday special so I hope u guys enjoyed it and Happy New year!

There is something special about the Christmas holidays that is imbued with a magical aura of warmth and happiness. It's a month filled with festive food, decorations, songs, and movies that overwhelm you with nostalgia.

You and Jake decided to celebrate the season together this year instead of choosing to be with your families and relatives separately. The plan was to spend Christmas Eve bundled up with blankets and matching pajamas, watching a bunch of movies on the couch while eating an unhealthy amount of snacks until Christmas morning. 

What initially begins as an innocent trip to the supermarket becomes a spontaneous shopping spree for ingredients to make gingerbread cookies. You weren't sure how the both of you ended up with that idea, but it proved to be regrettable further into the baking process. 

Jake is an awful baker (Jungwon would vouch for that), while you were manageable as long as the recipe was concise. Still, the odd pairing of each other's ability in the kitchen was bound to end in a mishap, which led to the scene of two people staring at a tray of cookies in the oven, hoping that it won't burn like the previous batch. 

By some miracle, you both persevere until the end; Jake places the last batch of perfectly baked cookies onto a drying rack while you whip some of the decorative vanilla icings to be placed on top of the confectionery. 

The large window of your shared apartment displayed the amount of time that has passed, the city night below illuminated as the moon and stars became the sole residents under the dark sky. Only a few windows appear lit at the blocks across, indicating the vacancy of the vicinity during the holidays. 

"We should never do this again next year." Jake groans beside you, pulling on his flour-stained apron around his waist. You chuckle when he plops down to rest his elbows on the kitchen counter, his chin on a palm while mindlessly in a daze with exhaustion on his face. 

You nudge at his side playfully, but he doesn't budge like a statue. 

"Did it take you that long to realize?" You said, gripping the whisk handle a little harder to work the powdered sugar and milk mixture together. 

He shook his head, and his wispy bangs followed his movement. "I knew the moment the first cookies looked like they belonged in the toilet." 

His deadpan response caused you to snort in amusement. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't want to ruin the mood." 

He leans down to your level to snuggle his chin on your shoulder, his nose slightly buried in the sweater you were wearing. A slight tilt of your neck to the side caused a bump of your head with his affectionately, continuing to work on the icing while he watched. 

"Well, when I'm done, we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait for the cookies to cool down. How does that sound?" You murmured. 

Jake nodded his head, but his chin clung to your shoulder, so you had to stifle a smile at how adorable he was. He looked like a puppy silently begging for his owner's attention but couldn't because he wanted to be a good boy and patiently wait for you to be ready. 

You've been dating for two years now, and you could interpret by the glint in his eyes when you suggested the offer that he was in dire need of some intimacy. 

Once the consistency of the icing satisfied you, the next step was to divide it into different bowls for the colouring process. At the same time, some of the icings had flown out of the mixing pot onto your index finger, which you instinctively brought to your mouth to lick it off casually. 

A disgusted grunt left your mouth, causing him to look at you curiously. 

"It's too sweet." You declared. "I think I put too much powdered sugar."

Jake watches your face and eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, smacking your mouth as you inspect the flavour to find a solution to save it. His gaze was attentive on your lips, swallowing down the desire in his throat. 

"Can I have a taste?" 

"Sure, baby," You said without a second guess, reaching out to grab a teaspoon for him to use. "Let me just take—"

It took you by surprise when he grabbed your wrist before you could leave while his other hand held your jaw, bringing you closer to his face to kiss you. His plump lips capture yours as you close your eyes to relish how he moves to deepen the kiss. 

He tasted like warm bittersweet chocolate; the kisses candies he had a few hours ago still lingered. 

You reach out to cup his face, feeling his breath fan the high points of your cheeks. Jake tilts his head to the side, his movement firm as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you close to his body as you moan softly when he bites at your lower lip.

He licks the nibbled area sensually, signalling you to open wide to let his tongue slip past the cavern of your mouth, caressing your taste buds as you share one breath with each other at the heated moment. 

It made you wonder if he could taste the icing in your mouth. 

Jake slowly loosens the connection, taking one last lap at your puffed lips before moving away. Through lidded eyes, you watch him tuck the cushion of his bottom lip between his teeth; laboured breathing fills the space of intense silence. 

"If I tell you a way not to waste the icing," He whispered close to your lips, hands sliding up the ends of your sweater. A soft sigh escapes your mouth when his calloused fingers smooth your stomach. "Would you be down to get a little dirty with me?" 

Your cheeks burned at his suggestive offer— imagining how sticky the substance would feel gliding up and down on each other's skin, especially when it would be his veiny and large hands stroking the cream filthy across your whole body as you writhed under his lubricated touches. 

You almost moan at the thought of rubbing the icing on each other's private areas. 

Something throbs in you at the obscene act, an arousing feeling that makes you tug his hair on the back of his neck to press his body closer to yours. 

You didn't need to verbalize the agreement; your action speaks louder than words as he smirks against your jaw, pulling at the strings of your apron on your back. 

"Then let's take off our clothes, yeah?" 

One by one, articles of clothing slowly piled on the kitchen floor, stripping each other naked until you realize how chilly the winter night felt biting your bare skin. However, the moment Jake's lips kissed you eagerly again, you felt the flame blooming inside warming you up. 

Jake mouthed sloppily, his tongue darting back and forth in your cavern forcefully as his nose bumped against yours. You hungrily push back, saliva collecting under your tongue that it was impossible not to make erotic wet sounds as the kiss turned messy. 

"Ahhh— Jake," You whined, throwing your head back when you felt the icing on his hand grope your breast. 

He had quietly gathered the sweet cream in his hand, smothering it on your chest in a circular motion. He smears some on your hardened nipples, feeling yourself melt when he fondles the nubs with his slick thumb with the right amount of pleasure.  

"Look at you, messy girl." He cooed. "Why don't you do the same for me, hm? Can my girl make me nice and dirty?" 

Slick was beginning to drip from your folds, the idea of food play turning you on more than you thought. You scope up a decent amount of cream on your palm before spreading it across his toned torso, and Jake immediately groans at the sensation. 

"Jakey, you're so hot." You drawled. 

You drag your hands up to his chest, grazing on his nipples as his hips jerk at the contact, breathy moans escaping his deliciously puffy lips. His bangs had fallen to cover the upper half of his closed eyes into an enticing view.  

With a covetous gaze, you gradually draw your touch lower past the dips of his hips before you rub his hardened cock, letting the icing coat his length deliciously. 

"Nghhh— fuck." He let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his abdomen tensing up as you started moving your hand up and down his thick and warm cock. 

Precum drools down from his head before it mixes with the cream, the mixture becoming agonizingly slippery against the underside of his pulsating veins as you fasten your pace, craving more friction to satiate his carnal desire. 

Jake's panting grew heavier against your skin and watching him completely crumble made you itch to ruin him more. A shaky moan slips from his throat, catching your wrist in a tight grip when you tease his swollen slit with your thumb back and forth, shuddering at the sudden pleasure shooting through his spine. 

"Shit— fucking tease…." His muffled accusation tickled your collarbone, whine an octave lower through gritted teeth. 

You wanted to laugh, but it died in your throat when one of Jake's hands grabbed your ass from behind. The harsh squeeze he had on the ample flesh got you whimpering in either pain or pleasure; at this point, you weren't sure anymore. 

"My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it." He said, his nails slightly digging into the skin.

You wince at the prickly sensation but respond while feigning innocence. "You look like you enjoyed it, so I didn't want to stop." 

You gasped when he spanked your ass with enough power, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the space. You curl your toes in anguish as the stinging pain becomes waves of immeasurable pleasure. An incoherent moan poured out, your pussy clenching in its juices as you buck your hips with mouth agape at the way your clit was throbbing uncontrollably. 

It was an unexpected impact, enough to make you squeeze your shaky thighs together. 

Fuck, that felt so good you almost came. 

"Naughty girl thinks she can talk back now." He whispered directly into your ears, kneading the tender flesh with a satisfied look at your state after wearing his temper thin. 

The sticky residue of the cream did nothing but accentuate the desperation clawing in your stomach. 

"Should I occupy that little mouth of yours with something sweet? It looks a bit too empty." He kisses the underside of your neck, grinding his wet cock with icing against your stomach to show you what he means. 

"I thought I couldn't have dessert without dinner first?" You challenged him sweetly. 

Jake's chuckle is almost sinister, finding your taunted response amusing, although he already gave you a taste of punishment. Of course, you would use something he used to say against him at this moment. You love to do it to rail him up even more, and he also finds himself enjoying it. 

"I'll make it an exception this time." He baited, licking his bottom lip in anticipation. "So stop being a brat and get on your knees for me." 

You slowly descend to rest your weight on your knees on the kitchen tiles, kissing his bulbous head after wrapping your hand around the base of his lengthy cock. 

Jake leaned on the edge of the countertop, and lusty moans rambled in his throat when you took the tip in your hot mouth, tongue swirling around the slit to dart at the sticky mess. 

He tasted sweet in your taste buds. 

"You look fucking sexy down there, baby girl" He gathers your hair lightly, watching you from above with a dreamy look. "How does it taste? Good?"

"It tastes amazing…." You mumbled, leaning an inch lower to take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking at the tight and heavy sack like a treat while looking up at him with big and innocent eyes. "Wanna taste you some more." 

The visual of your lewd face and the sensation of you slurping his balls like a lollipop— his eyes rolled back at the pleasure, chewing at the inside of his cheeks as his length twitched and grew agonizingly hard. 

Jake took a fist full of your hair at the back, and you let him guide your mouth to take him, eyes squeezing shut as he pumps his dick in and out of your mouth. Your hand held onto his thighs for support, letting him hit his head at the back of your throat. 

"That's it, eat it up. Fucking take all of me in." He hissed. 

The force of his hips pistoning your mouth with his cock had you collapsing into a teary-eyed mess, but you persevered— bobbing your head to match his rhythm, suctioning to take more and more of him into your mouth. 

Every time he thrust in until your nose was flush against his pelvis, you ran your tongue all over his length— tasting the sweetness of the cream with an undertone of his bitter precum. 

Jake let out a frustrated growl, needing more stimulation to reach his high.

"Open your throat, baby girl— let me fuck it." 

You whimpered as he scraped his fingers harder on your scalp, mercilessly fucking your throat until the corners of your mouth spilt with the filthy mixture obscenely. Trying hard to relax your jaws and cheeks, you fought the urge to gag over his cock and squeeze his thighs hard as every inch of him was seated in your mouth. 

You were deepthroating the living daylights out of him, and Jake loved every second of it, his climax nearing its peak. 

"Swallow my cream like a slutty girl, got it?" 

His filthy encouragement only made you moan, and as soon his hip staggered with one final hard thrust, he came into your mouth. His hot seed spilt down your throat, swallowing the liquid with the remaining facial strength you had to spare. 

His grip on the back of your head softened, watching you drink up his cum as he held the base of his cock to milk out whatever he had left. 

"Fuck, such a good slut cleaning up her mess." His praises filled the silence. "She deserves to come on my cock, don't you think?" 

You hummed eagerly in response as you licked every inch of him sloppily— the way you knew he enjoyed it. 

Jake thought you looked breathtakingly hot as he pulled out to smear his sensitive tip on your lower lip. A deep flush on your cheeks, chest heaving up and down, a few tear stains evident on the corners of your eyes, and figure weakly slump down on your knees, soiled with residual icing. 

He tugged you by the arms to help you get on your feet. As he wraps his hands around your waist, you clutch onto his shoulder blades for support, resting your body against his at how weak your knees were. 

Jake gently snuggles on the crook of your neck to mumble close to your ears. "How would you like it? From the back? Or the front?" 

"Wanna ride you." You breathe out. 

He grinned like he had expected that answer. "Had a feeling you'll pick that."

Jake hauled his body onto the kitchen countertop, pushing away utensils that were in the way. With whatever miracle, he manages to manhandle your exhausted body up on the marbled surface, letting you straddle him as he lay flat on his back. 

It was an awkward position— his long legs dangled at the end with some visible remnants of the gingerbread baking situation left. Still, the way he gripped your hips to situate your pussy on his cock, rubbing your folds over his length, had you clawing at his chest. 

"Oh my god." You cried out, seeing stars as you rolled your hips harder, his cock rubbing hard on your cunt as the wetness started pooling on your inner thighs. 

The knot in your stomach was burning you on the inside. 

Jake chuckled darkly with his pupils blown out below you, albeit shivering at the overwhelming stimulation after just coming. 

"My good girl wants to use me like her personal fuck toy after I stuffed her mouth full with my cock, right?" He huffed out, rapturously gazing at how you moaned at his words. "You want that, don't you?" 

"Jaeyun—" You choked out when your clit made contact with his hot length so deliciously that you began humping him desperately like a dog in heat. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as the sensation made you dizzy with desperation, thighs burning at the fatigue. 

"Fuck, I need you. Please." You begged. 

"I know, baby girl." He whispered slowly. "I need you too." 

With one hand kneading your ass to lift you slightly in the air while the other gripping his shaft, he lines your slit with his tip and probes your entrance to let him in. 

"C'mere and ride me." 

With your pussy already drenched after sucking him off, Jake easily stretches you open as you descend his cock. The noises that came out your mouth were music to his ears, your gummy walls clenching around his girth so tightly as he buried himself deep inside your cunt. 

"So wet," He rasps, absolutely enamoured by the bliss overwhelming his body. "Move for me, baby girl." 

You start by bouncing lightly, palms resting on his chest as you move your hips. When you lift all the way up, you make sure to sink back down until his cock fills you to the brim. The pace was begrudgingly slow, still adjusting to his size as you moaned softly with every thrust. 

"That's it, doll." He said, thumb circling the apex of your hips soothingly. "You're so pretty— so perfect for taking me well." 

Your pace was getting faster and rougher, face flush at the way he poured sentiment words to fuel you up. It caused you to tighten your walls around him, making each drag of his cock going in and out of you much more gratifying. 

Jake soaked in your lovely features, his eyes moving down to watch your boobs bounce with the movement of your hips. Your tits were nice and hard— lusciously erect, urging him to twirl the nub between his fingers teasingly until you cried. 

It didn't help that some icing was still on your breast, dripping down when it mixed with your sweat. Jake had to bite down hard on his lips to prevent himself from melting on the spot. 

Call him juvenile, but it turned him on beyond reason at how pornographic the scene was, his slit dribbling out with more precum inside of you. 

You didn't understand the power you have over him, crying and choking in your speech as you grind over his cock shamelessly with your hands around your cute tummy. 

"Wanna taste this pretty set of tits." He said, and you pulled your legs apart as he sat up to fill the spot between your legs. 

He licks the swell of your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, engulfing the peak with moist kisses and suckling. He kneaded the flesh tenderly with his other hand, flicking the other nipple with equal attention. 

"So sweet," He hummed, switching to the other pebbled nipple to tongue it as your mewls grew louder, rocking your hips to his pace. "My pretty girl tastes so good in my mouth." 

The lapping of his lips on your nipples had you hissing at the intensity, especially when he was still balls-deep in you.

His lips let go of your nipples after abusing the tender flesh, returning to lie down on his back, but this time, he made sure to keep your legs wide open, the sole of your feet resting on the surface for him to see your hole stuffed with his cock. 

"Ahhh—hahh–Jake–" You whined, leaning back to rest your palms on his thighs to balance your body. Although it did make you redden at how exposed you felt in this position. "Fuck, Jake. I can't— too deep….."

"I know, baby." He reassured you, holding your ankles to keep you at bay at his side. "But I need you to keep bouncing on my cock. My good girl can do that for me, right?" 

You nodded obediently, rolling your hips back and forth to continue fucking your slit with his cock. Your pace faltered with each minuscule movement of you going down on his dick, but Jake took this opportunity to thrust you up sharply to meet you halfway.

"Not yet," He groaned, noticing you show signs of slowing down. "A little bit more, baby." 

The loud and wet clapping of your ass hitting his thighs echoed in your shared apartment, and your face twisted in ecstasy when he took charge and slammed his cock into your sweet spot. He rammed the spot continuously, splitting your pussy open thrust after thrust. 

There was a reason why Jake needed you to be in this position; having access to play with your swollen clit as he pounded into you from below was sure to morph you into a blubbering mess. 

"So, close." You buck into his fingers when he thumbs your bundle of nerves, the knot in your stomach is keen to burst into millions of pieces as he switches between circling and tapping your clit with precision.

"Jake– Jakey, please fill me up." You break into a fit of sobbing, rolling your eyes back. 

Jake sighs in desperation as well. "Wanna see you cum, baby." He did everything he could to keep you high in the clouds with pleasure— his hips and fingers never ceased even for a second, utterly devoted to making you undone. "Wanna fill this sweet pussy nice and full with my seed." 

His voice coaxed the earth-shattering orgasm that ripped your body into shreds; the view of the ceiling was the only thing you see when you throw your head back when you come on his cock. 

Jake took a few more thrusts before he released his milky load into your cunt— your brain could barely register any ounce of rationality in your brain, body going limp as he rode your orgasm steadily. 

You lay down on top of him, feeling him pull his cock out to let his cum drip out of your tight hole. His hands found themselves around your body, pulling you into a sticky pile of embrace with him as you basked in the relief washing over you. 

You felt completely raw and fucked out that you could barely keep your eyes open. It was warm and sweaty, so different from the cold winter that prevails outside. 

"Jake," You swallowed, breathing through your nose as you tried to calm your beating heart. 

"That was…." 

"Intense?" He asked. 

You shook your head. "Amazing." 

His chest vibrates as he laughs, kissing the top of your head affectionately as pride swells in his heart at how spent you looked. 

The smell of cinnamon slowly wafted through the kitchen, reminding the two figures that they still had dozens of freshly baked gingerbread cookies that needed to be decorated. 

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Under a mistletoe with them feat: Idia, Sebek, Epel, Cater genre: fluff note: relationships is up to interpretation, no pronouns were used, I have no idea how mistletoe traditions actually work so that’s something to note,

“Grim, would you please help me with the decorations?” You pleaded, exasperated with the lazy monster laying on the couch while you hung up lights in the living space. 

“Why should I? This was your idea anyway” Grim grumbled which left you to sigh. 

You realize that Christmas doesn’t exist in this universe (or at least your version of it, anyway) but feeling nostalgic and a little homesick, you thought decorating the Ramshackle dorm would bring your mood up a little…if your dorm mate would be a little bit more cooperative. 

“Well, the faster we finish decorating the faster I can get started on making cookies and some hot drinks” 

“Myrah, why didn’t you say so? This place will be Crust-mas ready!” the young monster was quick to his feet at the mention of a sweet reward, yanking the decorations around to hang them in a haste.

“It’s Christmas” you chuckled but decided with Grim motivated well enough, you thought you could head into the kitchen to get a head start of the treats you promised. You already told the cat-like creature where things should be. 

To be fair, you should have expected for things to not go as planned when the mistletoe you made in good fun falls atop of your surprise guest

Ortho convinced his brother to give his thanks in person when you offered to take his place for in-person presentation (Crowley refused to let him do it through his tablet). Idia figured he could quickly give his thanks then run back to his dorm. That’s fine, right?

He was close to a heart attack when the mistletoe fell on his head, poorly attached by Grim and you kept yourself from laughing while you plucked the decor from Idia’s flames. 

You explained the mistletoe and its old tradition, which Idia just can’t believe the gall of your world.

“What crazy normies would ever think of this nonsense?! You’re jumping someone with this boss-level task without warning or prep! That's practically mission impossible!” 

Despite the complaints, you saw that he didn’t move from his spot. He wasn’t trapped as he said he was and he could have walked away after saying his thanks, as he planned. 

So, you took the chance. Hovering the mistletoe between the two of you, you gently place your lips onto his pale cheeks. A light feather-like touch but it set the senior’s heart racing and hair ablaze as he stumbled back onto the cold pavement. 

Idia’s felt his body burn along his fiery locks as he clutched the fabric atop his chest in poor hopes to calm his speeding heart. His senses are going into overdrive as his mind replays the sensation of your soft lips on his cheeks over and over. He’s seen animes with lucky protagonists who get the chance like this and he's ashamed to catch himself occasionally switching the fictional couple as the two of you in his mind. But dreaming about it is vastly different from the real deal.

“T-This is why I can’t understand you extroverts, doing this like it’s no big deal! Don’t you have any mercy for poor souls like me?”

“Hey,” Idia flinched at the way you crouched to his sitting level, leaning your close to him. “Aren’t you being a little harsh?” 

“H-Huh?” 

“I wouldn’t do that with just anyone, you know?” You pouted before half-hardheartedly glared at the blue-flamed man, who couldn’t look away from such a cute sight “I did it because it’s you”

It was a Christmas miracle Idia didn’t pass out on your front porch. 

Sebek was on his way to drop off some blankets and other warm materials to keep you from freezing in the dilapidated building you and Grim call home. Afterall, your weak human body can’t possibly withstand the cold unlike him (which is true, but he shouldn’t just say it). 

He was about to go on another rant when he caught the decorative plant before it could touch his hair, appalled by the crumbling state of your dorm before you explained that Grim probably didn’t hang it properly. 

He questioned the strange plant in his hand and you explained an old-fashioned tradition from your world, to which made the mixed fae to blush profusely. 

He’s flabbergasted by the audacity of your world, to give away kisses so freely. He grew up learning the legend of a princess who shared her first kiss with her true love that broke her curse and he secretly hoped the same for his future love. 

“You humans are so imprudent, so flippant with something that should be treasured!” 

“Well, we don’t have to do it” you frowned, a little disappointed “Though, I wouldn’t mind it if it’s with you” 

Now, Sebek was caught in a dilemma. Despite all his expressed displeasure, the chance to finally kiss you literally fell on him and you’ve given your consent to him. It may not fit the expectations of his first kiss with (not that he has ever thought about, of course!) but he wonders if another chance like this would ever come again.

Coughing into his fist to cover his nerves, he straightened his posture but his line of sight shifted to the side, avoiding your gaze which shook his confidence. “Since it is part of your tradition, I would be a disgrace to Lord Malleus’ name to disregard such a thing as his knight” 

You would still have to be the one to close the gap however as Sebek shifted closer to you but with his eyes screwed shut and slightly shaking, he doesn't realize that he was still too far to reach your lips. 

You took pity on the poor boy and closed the gap yourself, your lips gently on his shaking ones. You felt the green-haired student flinched but you said nothing about it, opting to lean your weight onto his built body. You could feel the green-haired fae relaxed under your touch, slowly leaning towards you himself to prolong the intimate moment.

When you separated, you saw that Sebek was slow to snap out from his daze, taking a while to open his bright green eyes and realize you already leaned away. 

Quickly correcting his posture, he gave you a short goodbye and a nod before turning to walk back to his own dorm, taking quick but stiff steps at a time. You wondered if Sebek remembered that he still had the mistletoe in his grasp. You smiled, hoping to yourself that he would come back to return it.

Epel was making his way to your dorm with a crate of treats from his hometown. He was excited to share his family’s apple jam, hearing that you were planning to make cookies with jam fillings. 

But imagine his surprise when he suddenly saw a strange plant land atop of his crate when you opened the door, with you softly cursing Grim for his lazy decorating. 

You explain your reasoning for decorating and the strange plant to Epel and he suddenly felt the heat in his cheeks. Growing up without too many kids his age around, the idea of such a lovey-dovey tradition would never cross his mind. 

“….Does it happen a lot to you?” He carefully asked as he placed the crate down to inspect the plant, hoping not to sound too jealous of the idea of you kissing other people. It may be a silly tradition but still, having the idea of others having such a chance with you rubs him the wrong way. 

“Ah no, never” you replied, feeling a little shy. Despite making the mistletoe yourself, putting it up and doing it are two separate experiences. You explained that not many people do it anymore because “only the boldest” would ever go through with it, and you’ve never had such a chance. 

Epel saw this as a chance to prove his confident, masculine side. Boldly, Epel picked the mistletoe and placed it as high as he could between you two. With a cocky grin, he asked you “Wanna give it a try, then?”

Perhaps a little too enthusiastic, Epel crashed his lips onto yours a bit too harshly, shocking you from the pressure of the kiss. After the shock however, you found a rhythm between you two and you closed your eyes to fully indulge in the touch. Be it his natural genetics or Vil's regime, you enjoyed the feel of Epel's lips on your own which felt soft to the touch despite the dizzying passion behind it.

Epel was the first to move away, breaking the spell. He’s brimming with pride looking at your dazed expression. He picked up the crate once more, bringing it into the kitchen.

“Come on, I’m curious about the cookies you told me. Could I stay and watch?” 

You didn’t notice how the lilac-haired boy pocketed the mistletoe, already planning a trick or two that night. 

The redhead ordered a few magicam-worthy pastries but since he doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth, he thought you would appreciate them more than he would (plus he wouldn’t mind taking a few pictures too). 

When you opened the door, he was intrigued over the decor you and Grim put up and he had to stick around for some good shots when he felt a soft weight landing on his head. He saw the cute decor and asked you about it. 

The more you explained the old tradition of the mistletoe, the more excited Cater was. How could he not with such a cute premise and the picture-worthy opportunity he could have with you. He had to try it, with your consent. 

Since it was his idea (even though it’s your mistletoe), he decided to take the role as the initiator of the kiss. You trusted Cater so you closed your eyes and nervously waited for his kiss. 

But Cater instead took the time to admire your face. He watched how your hair complimented the frame of your face, the pretty shade of your lips, the curve of your nose he would love to boop, and especially the plumpness of your cheeks. 

He also saw the slight shake from your nerves, perhaps he made you wait too long, he mused. 

Slowly, he captured your lips in his with a sense of gentleness you weren’t expecting. You could swoon with how soft Cater’s touch was, how careful he was with you to ensure your comfort. 

The two of you separated, both a little light-headed from the experience. You felt hot from the sensation of the kiss but you can’t say you hated it. 

“Ooops, my bad” you heard Cater, which you worriedly looked to. Cater himself looked a little embarrassed but not too upset. 

“I totally forgot about taking pictures” you also realized that you didn’t sense the flash of his phone. Cater did pull out his phone this time and smiled coyly at you. 

“Mind if we do another take?”

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Pretty Boy

Pairing: Josh Kiszka x Reader

Word Count: 1.8K

Warnings: SMUT (18+ minors DNI), swearing, needy subby-ish josh, dry humping, praise, fluff, josh being a lil sad (bc that indeed needs a warning), biting? like once, a lot of pet names cause i'm a slut for that, uhh i don't think there's anything else but let me know if i missed anything.

AN: babby posts writing?!? it's a christmas miracle! this has been in my drafts for literally ever but i kinda revised it and decided why the fuck not. idk if i'm really happy with it but i wanted to get something posted and i'm deep in josh land so this is what happened. heavily inspired by the need i have for josh to be in my lap. it's not my best and it's short but i hope you all enjoy it anyway :)

this is also my first time writing in second person and it wasn't as hard as i thought so maybe all my fics will be like that from now on, but with my inconsistency, who knows  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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You were sitting on the couch, glass of wine in hand reading your favorite book for the umpteenth time when you heard the front door slam. The jingling of keys were heard as they were set on the little hook by the door and you peeked over to where your beautiful lover stood, toeing off his shoes with a heavy sigh. Josh looked absolutely drained, hair disheveled, cheeks flushed, and shoulders tight with an unknown tension. Nevertheless, the sight of him made you smile. He’d been so busy recently, putting the finishing touches on the band’s newest album, and it felt like he hadn’t been home in ages. 

Josh trudged over to where you sat on the couch, his lips pursed in a slight pout as he bent down to kiss your forehead, then your nose, and then planted a chaste peck on your lips. “Hey, mama,” he said with a smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes and it seemed forced. 

“Hi, baby. How was work?” you asked, handing him the glass of wine knowing that he could probably use it. He sighed with a roll of his eyes and took a gulp of the red in the glass. 

“Don’t wanna talk about work,” he shook his head, running a hand down his tired face. You nodded, knowing that wasn’t true. Josh always said he didn’t want to talk about what was bothering him, but in fifteen minutes or less, he’d be venting. 

“Okay, we don’t have to talk. But come sit with me, I miss you,” you shut your book, laying it on the coffee table before patting the space beside you. Josh flopped down on the cushion, sinking into the softness before you cuddled up to his side, head on his chest and arm thrown around his waist. His hand made its way into your hair, smoothing it over and pressing his fingers lightly into your scalp. His lips left a kiss on your temple as you listened to the song of his heartbeat, his body heat warming you up. 

“How was your day? Hope it was better than mine,” he whispered, lips on your forehead. 

“Boring without you,” you answered. “I put those shelves up in the bedroom, did the laundry, and cleaned up the kitchen. Just stuff that needed to get done,” you shrugged and felt his chest rumble with a small laugh. 

“What a pretty little homemaker you are,” he chuckled.

“Shut up,” you laughed along with him, shoving his side playfully. “I’m happy you're home.”

“I’m happy to be home,” he replied with a hum. “Today was just not my day. Sam was extra late today and cranky, we found out that one of the takes for a song we recorded was almost completely unusable, Jake was being an ass, I didn’t get to eat lunch, and just to top it all off, I got a fucking flat tire on the way home,” Josh ranted, face becoming redder with each inconvenience he recalled. 

“I’m sorry, my love,” you pouted at him, genuinely upset that he had such a bad day. Josh was the sweetest, kindest man you’d ever met. He deserved nothing but the most wonderful days. “I can’t do much but would a cuddle help?” you asked hopefully, pushing yourself away from him and opening your arms welcomingly. Josh smiled, the first real one you’d seen, his pearly white perfect teeth on display, looking just a little bit happier at the suggestion. 

“A cuddle always helps,” he grinned. You readjusted yourself in your seat, lifting the blanket up with one hand and patting your lap with the other. 

Josh got up before plopping himself down in your lap, straddling you with a leg on the side of each hip. His head burrowed into your neck as you laid the blanket back over the both of you. Your left hand moved to his curls, raking your fingers through them while your right hand slid under the back of his shirt, nails training up and down his spine. He wrapped himself around you like a koala, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and body wash, taking slow deep breaths and calming himself. 

With his incessant need for constant physical touch, you’d found out early in your relationship that this was the ideal position for Josh to get what he needed to ground himself and calm down. Everyone needed to be held sometimes, and he was no exception. His arm tenderly wrapped around your waist as he gave you a squeeze, his breath warm and soothing against your neck. “Is there anything else on your mind, lover?” you asked, leaning your cheek against his head as you continued to rub his back. 

“Just miss you, I guess,” he mumbled into your skin. “Feels like forever since we’ve been like this. Miss holding you, being held by you. Miss your kisses, touching you, loving on you. Just miss you.”

“I miss you too, Josh,” you sighed, feeling tears well in your eyes at the thought of him feeling so starved for attention and affection and love. “But we’re here now, and you’re off for the next few days, aren’t you?”

He nodded, hair tickling your face. “Yeah, wanna spend them just like this,” he hummed, completely and utterly content. 

After a few moments he lifted his head, moving to rest his forehead against yours. His lips gently pressed into yours  and he melted against you even more, your hands moving to hold his hips. Your lips melded together as he poured all his love into you with a kiss that said I love you, I miss you, I need you. 

Josh deepened the kiss as his mouth parted, a tiny high pitched whine escaping his throat. His hands moved from behind you to tug at the bottom of your shirt. “Want it off,” he muttered against your lips. You smiled before pulling back, tugging your shirt off carelessly and tossing it behind you as he did the same with his own. He groaned at the sight of your naked chest and you could feel him grow hard in his pants from where he sat in your lap. “You’re so beautiful, mama,” Josh whispered before reconnecting your lips, his tongue immediately tangling with yours in a sloppy kiss. You swallowed the wanton moans and sighs that left him, gulping them down greedily as his hips began to move against you on their own accord. “Fuck,” he shuddered when his hips caught a particularly good spot.

“Feel good, sweet boy?” you asked, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His face was flushed and his eyes were clazed over with lust and love and pleasure. “It’s been so long, you must be real pent up, huh?”

“Yeah,” his breath hitched and eyes clenched shut as he ground his covered c ock against your lower stomach. “I had plans, y’know. Soon as I got home, was gonna make you cum on my tongue, then my fingers. Then I was going to fuck you, slow and sweet, just like you deserve.”

“We can still do all that, baby,” you kissed his neck, sucking and biting in all the places you knew drove him crazy. “But you deserve this, and you look so fucking pretty like this, Joshua.”

He keened high in his throat, the noise needy as his hands grappled at your sides, squeezing the soft flesh. “Say that again, please?”

“You like being called pretty, baby?” you whispered into his ear as his head dropped to your shoulder, his hips grinding faster against you now. “You wanna be my pretty good boy?”

“Yes,” he groaned, biting lightly at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Gonna be so good for you, promise.”

“You already are, baby,” you said, and he was. Josh was the prettiest thing you’d ever seen, all the time. When he was on stage performing for thousands, when he was concentrating with his tongue poking between his lips, when he was sitting as still as he possibly could while getting his rhinestones applied, but he was especially pretty like this when he was sat on your lap, grinding his hips back and forth feverishly chasing that high that was building in the pit of his stomach. You kissed his bare shoulder, loving the feeling of his naked chest pressed against yours, how his hips rutted into you without care, how his neck and chest and ears were all blushed pretty pink. Your hands held his hips firmly, helping guide his movements, to grind him down on you just a little bit harder. “You’re always so good for me, Josh. So good to me. No one has ever loved me like you do, cared for me like you do, fucked me like to do, made me cum like you do. My best boy, the sweetest boy in the world, and you’re all mine. Aren’t you?”

“All yours, all fucking yours,” he gasped and lifted his head and threw it back, an expression of pure bliss etched onto his god-like face. 

“God, I’m the luckiest woman in the world. Do you know how many people would kill to see you like this and I get it all the time, anytime I want,” you mouthed at his collar bones and moved one hand from his hip to cup the bulge in his pants. “You’re so hard, pretty boy. This must hurt. You wanna cum?”

“So bad,” he nodded, his back arching while he ground into the palm of your hand. You could almost feel him throb through his pants. 

“Go ahead, cum for me,” you leaned up to capture his lips once more. “Just like this. I wanna see it.”

“But my pants,” he whined but didn’t stop or slow his movements. 

“I don’t care, and I don’t think you do either. Now c’mon, make a mess, pretty boy.”

A broken moan clawed from the deep within his chest as his hips stuttered against you and a warm wet spot blossomed on the front of his pants, darkening the fabric. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he cried before slowing the movement of his hips gradually, riding out his high. 

When it finally died down, he slumped forward and pressed a row of kisses across your shoulder, breaths coming out in heavy pants. “Feel better?” you asked, hand tangling in his hair once more. 

“So much,” he smiled with an airy, fucked out giggle. “Thank you, darling. I needed that so bad, you have no idea.”

“Anything for my pretty boy,” you ran a hand over his warm face before tapping his hip. “Now get up and I’ll run us a bath, then we can order-in dinner. How does that sound?”

“Like heaven.”

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