#if you show up on Christmas Eve or even Christmas Adam

[lazywitchling]

This guy, showing up an hour before close on Christmas Eve: "I want a blue cheese. A really incredible blue cheese. It has to be amazing. I'm really looking for something stellar, here."

Me, looking at the shelf that is very clearly empty except for three pieces of Danish Blue and one piece of Cambozola: "............ [gestures at the shelf] Well. Danish Blue is really great."

Guy: "But is it amazing? I want something that's the best."

Me, still looking at the empty shelf, really not sure if I'm being punked: "..........................."

[vetteltea]

Daniel Ricciardo and Trying to get a Family Photo [no warnings]

Day 12 of the Vetteltea Advent Calendar

Note: This one was such a pleasure and so, so fun to write and it is solely dedicated to my soulmate, @a-distantdreamer. It is a genuine pleasure to speak to you every single day; thank you for having a whole notion board with me, dedicated to Danny Ric, Baby Badger & Bingo. I love you so, so much.

The sand of the beach felt warm underneath your feet, the Australian sun dancing across your features. Christmas cards were portrayed with layers of snow across quaint little villages, a stark contrast to the scenery which you were currently standing in. 

It had been a whirlwind choice to attend the holidays alongside the Ricciardo clan; having barely been dating four months, official for two and public to the world for zero, your stomach had originally dropped at the idea of being so far away from home for Christmas, instead surrounded by faces you had only briefly interacted with over a FaceTime call. 

Daniel would never have forced you to come, hands cradling either side of your face and dark eyes boring into yours, making you promise him you were okay with coming home for the holidays. He knew the risks; even though his parents were adamant you were such a lovely girl and were crawling the walls more than him to meet you, it meant traveling the world publicly; the followers were far from stupid, the moment they saw a beautiful young girl stood alongside him, everything would fall into place. 

Standing on the soft grains of Leighton Beach now, you couldn’t understand why you had been so nervous; Grace’s arms had pulled you so tightly into her chest when arriving to the family home, Issac tugging at your arm, insisting he had to show you his new bed because ‘Uncle Daniel had already seen it!’

You’d found out on Christmas Eve, whilst Joe was packing up one of the people-carriers, that it was a Ricciardo tradition to spend Christmas Day on the beach, with presents in the evening and tender kisses when Michelle and the children traveled to be with her husband’s family on Boxing Day. You’d been quick to jump up and assist with packing up the car, the patriarch of the family passing a loving comment that you had slotted into the family perfectly already. 

The fact was only highlighted further when you had been curled underneath a blanket alongside Daniel later on in the family room, glasses of wine held by most whilst you listened intently to the stories they felt you had to know. 

Come Christmas Day, the sun was glowing across the horizon, Daniel’s fingers had barely unlaced from yours, his family knowing he had never been this smitten from his previous partners and they could not seem to find a single fault with the wonderful girl he had brought home as his partner. 

“Everybody stay put!” Daniel’s voice had struck you from the traces of memory you had from the past four days. He stood further up the beach than the rest of you, attempting to set his camera up on a makeshift tripod, determined that after last years’ lack of a family photo, he would make up for it now. 

He’d planned it oh-so-meticulously; Grace and Joe stood in the middle, their new puppy that his father had gifted his mother sat at their feet. Michelle stood on one side, her husband’s arm wrapped around her waist. Issac and Isabelle stood either side of the new puppy, fighting every will they had not to bend down and cuddle the new family member. 

You had stood just out of frame, unsure of whether it was overly pushy to place yourself alongside the family; after all, it had only been a few months, the relationship wasn’t even public to the rest of the world. If Daniel had the desire to post this to the public, it would open an entire new world for you. Besides, even if your heart melted at the idea of being nestled into the family, there was no way-

“Timer is set! We’ve got ten seconds!” 

Your head snaps upwards, seeing a mass of dark curls and a gaudy Christmas shirt, identical to his father, nephew and brother-in-law sprint at you. A tanned hand snatches at your wrist, pulling you clumsily across the grains of sand and slipping into the gap on the opposite side of his sister. Daniel barely has time to adjust himself, wrapping both of his arms around you tucking you neatly underneath his chin, his grin sparkling as the shutter snaps, both of you smiling as if your childhood-self had found a room stocked with an infinite supply of candy. 

The moment after the photo is taken, the children are chasing after the puppy, Grace turning to Michelle to continue their previous conversation. Daniel’s hands are hesitant to unwrap from your frame, instead opting to look down, seeing your widened eyes and mouth slightly open. A look of concern laces across his face, one hand gently reaching down to trail against your cheekbone, taking in your appearance. 

“All good?” He cradles you closer, brushing the hair out of your face oh-so-delicately. “I didn’t…you’re all good, yeah?”

“Yeah-” You’re quick to respond. “I just…I didn’t think you’d want me in with…y’know, the family photo-”

 There’s zero chance of you finishing your sentence when your boyfriend leans in, pressing a hard kiss against your lips, almost as if he could convey everything he had felt for so long into one action. He’d never believed when his mother had told him he would know. That feeling never came with the previous girls he had bought home. It had lingered when he first set eyes on you, and now stuck like adhesive when you had slept in his arms for the first time. 

When he pulls away, his tanned forehead rests against your own, content as your breathing patterns synchronize, his grin returning, voice low; his next sentence is to be treasured by you, and you alone.

“You are family.” He murmurs. “You’re my family.” 

There’s no words that can fall from your lips, instead letting him pull you back into his chest, feeling him press a butterfly kiss to the top of your head, both of you tilting your gaze when seeing the two children sprint into the sea after the new puppy, his sister beckoning you over to come and look at something, Joe patting a hand onto his son’s back. Only 365 days until the next Christmas with your family.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi mods,

first of all, thank you for the great work you've been doing, thanks to you I've found some amazing fics!

I was wondering if you could recommend a slow burn fic that is on the longer side, at least 20,000 words, non-human, any rating? Something like She did look back, and I love her for that by Waterloo maybe?

Thanks so much in advance, have a wonderful day!

Hello! Here are some longer slow burn non-human fics...

The space between us by MyOwnName123 (T)

This is a love story, written by my own asexual/aromantic ass. Crowley took exactly seven seconds to fall madly in love with Aziraphale, but he knows it's a terrible idea to actually do anything about it so instead he spends thousands of years pining away silently. Besides, what does love even mean? This fic may or may not have gone out of hand in terms of biblical and historical accuracy, also i tried to stay true to canon but it's been a while since i last read Good omens so this is probably more based on head canons and other fanfic. Enjoy!

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (E)

”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him. He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

Sunlight or Demise by verovex (T)

Anathema had once said she couldn’t see Adam’s aura, and it should’ve been more of a red flag, but the reality was it had just been so large she couldn’t see it for what it was. For Crowley, it was the same thing with trying to see reciprocation from Aziraphale. * The enormity of love was, by all accounts, indecipherable. Aziraphale had known what love felt like in this world. At least, he thought he understood it. He felt it all around him. He always had. Sometimes, it was stronger in particular places than in others. But, there was something blurred about it all if you looked too close. He’d realized that Heaven never felt like this, yet it’s where you were taught that it should exist. Aziraphale had started to wonder. He couldn’t decide when the thought first came around that perhaps the love he felt had actually been what was sifting between him and Crowley. At some point, it was easier to be humbled by the complacency of what they’d always been showing each other than outright admitting it for what it was. But that wasn't enough anymore.

Heaven's a Distance, Not a Place by Turcote (T)

The Apocalypse has come and gone, and Aziraphale knows it's finally time to tell Crowley how he really feels. Only, finding the perfect time to confess is proving to be more difficult than he anticipated... Or, 5 Times Aziraphale Almost Confessed His Feelings + the 1 Time He Finally Did.

What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? by theshoparoundthecorner (G)

“Bit of an odd tradition, if you ask me,” he said, if not to get his mind off the longing that had settled in his chest. Aziraphale shrugged. “I think it’s rather sweet. A kiss for good luck. Seems a nice way to start the year. Very human.” Crowley nodded. “Can’t seem to keep their hands off each other, that lot. Always finding excuses. First it’s mistletoe at Christmas, then it’s luck for the New Year…” “Well there’s no need to be so grouchy about it,” Aziraphale said. “I think it’s lovely.” Crowley’s heart ached a little more as he watched Aziraphale smile up at the glowing numbers on the building above them. Yeah, he thought, lovely. Five times Crowley thought about kissing Aziraphale on New Year's Eve, and one time he did.

Oh, Maker by voluptatiscausa (E)

"The humans are strange and graceful as they explore the garden, explore themselves, explore each other. The trouble is, the humans stare back, which makes him uncomfortable; there’s nothing particularly interesting about him. And, though he rarely admits it to himself, the humans make him lonely; he has no Other to explore." Or: how many times can you take a bath with your best friend before you kiss him?

And the one you mentioned...

She did look back, and I love her for that by Waterloo (M)

1666, LONDON, AFTER THE FIRE Oh fuck, he thinks. Oh fuck, he's in love. (A not-so-nice but entirely accurate account of two immortal beings throughout the millenia, replete with feelings.)

- Mod D

[skyechild]

Home for the holidays

𖤐 pairing: Seonghwa x Reader (M/F)

𖤐 genre: smut and fluff

𖤐 warnings/kinks: nothing really for warnings, kinks though...breeding kink bcuz its Hwa, collars (f) handcuffs (mentioned), blindfold (mentioned), dom!Seonghwa, sub!reader, marks, crying, squirting, pussy drunk!hwa,

𖤐wc: 4.7k

𖤐trope/au: est r/s, idol verse

𖤐 summary Seonghwa comes home early the day before Christmas Eve to surprise you and with the roads being closed to all the snow you were not expecting anyone at your door at 9pm..

𖤐 A/N: This is for 16days of smutmas! Thank you to @staytinyville for beta reading <3

𖤐 Playlist:: _World by Seventeen, Christmas Evel by Stray Kids, Cheers by SVT Leaders, Puppet Show by XG, LALALALA by Stray Kids, Crazy Form by Ateez, Swim by Chase Atlantic, Lavender Sunflower by Tory Lanez, Pretty Please by Dua Lipa, Dirty Thoughts by Chloe Adams, Need to know by doja cat

𖤐 special tags: @kwanisms @anyamaris @millennial-fangirl / @kpop-stories-21 @yoonguurt @twisted-tales-of-all @stardragongalaxy

𖤐 tag list: @cultofdionysusnet / @kikouku / @spooo00oky / @yoonjonguwu /

Seonghwa was obsessed with your hoodie. It was your favorite, huge on you but fit him just perfectly. It smelled like you and it was soft. He always took it with him on tour, trading it with one of his. He had told you that he probably wouldn't be back in time for the holidays. Would probably miss Christmas and New Years. 

It felt like a stab to the heart.

But you had to expect it with dating an idol–they were busiest around the holidays. The weeks from October to January seemed to be when Seonghwa and the boys were extra exhausted, even if they tried to hide it from you and fans.

Christmas was your favorite holiday after Halloween, because you got to spend it with your boyfriend. Being able to curl up on the couch, coffee traded for hot chocolate, the tv playing a cheesy hallmark movie you and Seonghwa always made fun of but secretly loved, feather light snow dusting the ground and roads that would be molded into snowmen and women.

You loved sitting outside, curled up into a blanket and Seonghwa’s softest hoodie, hands around a mug as you watched cars and trucks try to make it up and down the hills, quietly cheering when they made it up or down safely. You had made a few snow rabbits and placed them on the railing of the porch.

You smiled, eyes trailing out the window from your spot on the couch. The streetlamps had turned on and it casted a pretty yellow glow on the snow that had already accumulated on the ground and roads. The roads had to be close to closing soon. Your eyes trailed back to the tree you had set up with the help of a few of your friends before settling on the presents under it.

You had been getting deliveries almost everyday that were possible gifts for you–Seonghwa’s name on the package as the sender. He had texted you earlier saying you could only wrap the outer package to the shipping box so it didn't look bad under the tree.

You smiled softly, eyes closing a bit as you rested your head against the back of the couch, humming quietly to the song that was playing in the background of a movie. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling, taking in the decorations.

The sound of a knock on your door caused you to sit up in confusion. You haven't heard any sound of tires or seen any headlights shine inside the windows. 

Your blood went cold. This was how all Christmas horror movies started. 

Slipping your phone up you checked the cameras as you pulled the blanket around your shoulders tighter and got up, waddling to the door. You stopped in your tracks when the camera opened up and showed pink hair. The person's head was down but you would recognize that figure anywhere.

Running the rest of the way to the door you yanked it open, Seonghwas head popping up at the aggressive motion, startled before he laughed lightly. He released his luggage and bags just in time to catch you. "I thought you wouldn't make it! Aren't you supposed to be in Europe?!" 

He chuckled, hugging you tight to his chest. "I needed to see you." You shifted, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist and he adjusted to hold the blanket around you as he stepped inside. 

"Hold on." He leaned down, grabbing his bags as he kicked the door shut behind him.

Shoving your face against the cold skin of his neck you nuzzled your nose against his pulse point, smiling faintly at the shiver that went down his spine at the difference in temperature of your skin compared to his. Your stomach clenched in excitement and happiness. 

Seonghwa was home for the holidays. You felt like you were going to explode with how your stomach and chest were fluttering. You wanted to wiggle in Seonghwa’s grip but not while he was carrying you. That just seemed like a bad idea. You grinned softly, tightening your hold on him.

"Hwa, I can't explain how I feel right now. 'n knowing that I'm not dreaming and you're actually here." Your bite your lip as you pull back to look at him. 

His nose almost matches his hair with the soft pink it is from the cold. "I know baby." He whispers, hugging you rightly and waddling to the couch, never releasing you. Sitting down he peppered kisses around your face, pulling giggles from you.

Sitting back on his lap more comfortable you sighed, resting your hands on his shoulders and taking in more of your boyfriend. The tips of his ears were pink as well as his nose and you pressed a kiss against his nose and the tips of his ears. "It feels like it's been years since I last saw you. Pictures 'n videos never compare." 

He smiles softly, taking off his gloves and holding your hips. "Facetime doesn't help you either–so much more breathtaking in person. Seeing you this close..." His hands move to your cheeks, stroking the skin softly. "I’m so lucky."

You giggle, placing your hands over his as turning your head to kiss the palm of his hand before nuzzling into it. 

"I love you." You smile, eyes closing as you rest your head in his hands. "I love you too baby." He murmured, eyes soft as he watched you. "I brought you more gifts." He whispers after a bit and you sigh teasingly, resting your head on his shoulder. 

"You already got me so much." Your breath fans across his neck and you feel him shiver. "I could barely keep up with the presents I was getting you." 

He chuckled, rubbing your back as he looked at the tree and at the pink packages."Is pink this year's theme?" 

You shifted, wrapping your arms around his neck, humming quietly. "Your hair is pink." You stated, hinting at the obvious reason. 

"Does that mean every year the theme is whatever color my hair is?" 

You nodded, nuzzling into his neck. Seonghwa chuckled, scanning the decorations he had set up, noticing the small touches he bet his mum did. "Baby, did mum come over and help?" You nodded and pulled back to look at him a bit. "How did you know?" 

He chuckled, a soft smile on his face. "I’d recognize my mum's decorating anywhere." You feigned a pout before you dropped a kiss on his forehead. "It's very discreet, but I'd be able to recognize it. But what is that tree over there?" He motioned to a smaller tree in the other corner, a bit dimmer than the main tree.

You followed his gaze and found the red tree you had also decorated. "Oh! It's for the boys! There are some gifts I got for them under that tree. I kept them separate because I didn't know if they were coming over since we did last year." 

Seonghwa nodded, stroking the skin of your back as he slipped his hands under your shirt. "They're coming here this time." You nodded, tightening your hold on him. "I have to cook for them." He chuckled.

"We are going over to your parents for Christmas eve right?" You nodded. "I was planning on it, i didn't know if you were coming to be home this time." He nodded then grinned. 

"So you're good to go to my parents on Christmas? I might have told them we would..." He trailed off and you nodded. “I was gonna go even if you werent home.” He gasped, as if he was scandalized. You smiled before you snuggled against his chest.“I just want to cuddle with you now." You whispered. He hummed as he stood up with you, you yelped and wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him tightly. "You gotta warn me next time."

Seonghwa pressed a kiss against the side of your head as he moved to let the blanket fall fully onto the ground. Moving his hands he gripped the backs of your thigh with one and the other was a soft weight on your lower back as he walked towards the bedroom. Your smile had not left your face and it was making your cheeks ache but it didn't fall when Seonghwa let you fall back onto the bed, it only caused you to laugh as you bounced faintly.

Seonghwas own grin was growing on his face. He loved when he caught you watching him. You looked at him like he hung the stars and moon just for you. He would pull a star down just for you if he could, he'd give you everything you wanted if you just said the word. But you never did. You always returned his gifts with one for himself. You said you always wanted to be even.

You smiled as he slipped off the outerwear once he made it to the bathroom, shirt easily following. He was fine with the couch getting wet but the bedroom was a no. The mirror was positioned just right to where you could see him and he could see you. 

But you didn't notice when he slipped a small box to the side out of view so he wasn't surprised to see your eyes locked on his form. You watched as he shook his head, getting rid of the small remaining melted snow in his hair before he looked in the mirror. 

"I have something we can have now." You sat up a bit on your elbows as you watched his scurry out the door to the living room.

He was back before you had time to follow. Dropping his backpack by the door he dug through it and pulled out matching sets of silk pajamas. "Here I got us matching pajamas." Your smile melted and your face softened. God he was so cute. 

"Hwa...." You shuffled once you got up, wrapping your arms around his waist. "That's so cute." 

He feigned a pout before it broke into a wide smile, an arm wrapping around your waist as he swayed side to side, humming as he tossed the pajamas on the bed before he wrapped his free arm around your upper back and bent over enough to pepper kisses on your face, drawing the giggles he loved so much from you. 

“You're so cute.” He murmured.

You pushed him back for a second before you wiggled out of his grip to wander over to the dresser, grabbing something out from the back of the bottom drawer and hiding it behind your back as you turned back ground. 

“I have something we can have now. It's for both of us.” He tilted his head, looking like a confused cat for a moment. “Can you sit on the bed Hwa?” He followed, brows furrowed in wonder as you walked closer. 

“Close your eyes.” He closed his eyes as you dropped the wrapped presents between the both of you as you found your place on his lap, his hands automatically finding your hips from reflex. 

“This is for right now.” 

You could already feel the dampness of your panties sticking against your folds as you settled your weight onto his thighs. You didn't want him to feel how wet you were yet. How you got wet from just seeing his shirtless form. Your hands fell onto his shoulders, thumbs stroking the skin slowly. 

“You can open them now.” You whispered, watching as his eyes opened and he glanced down towards the gifts. 

His hands slid off your hips to start unwrapping his gifts. He had a faint idea of what types of gifts they would be when he saw you get them out from the bottom drawer.

The first one had his breath hitching. Pretty little handcuffs that would mostly be around your wrists unless he had a bad day and just wanted to be taken care of. 

The second had his eyes darkening a bit. “Oh sweetheart.” His voice had dropped an octave and your hands slid from his shoulders down to his stomach and tenses for a moment under your touch. The acrylics you managed to get before the roads got bad gliding across his skin. 

You bit your lip as he pulled out a pink lacy blindfold. You had both talked about a new blindfold, the current one getting distressed from the about of use.

He preferred the color pink against your skin. He said it made you look like a pretty doll, especially when he had you gasping and whining when he went past the overstimulation. ‘What a pretty fucked out looking doll. Aren't you beautiful.’ He would coo once he saw a few tears slip past the fabric.

Glancing back up at you he licked his lips, eyes scanning your face and a smirk pulling at his lips when he noticed the pink flush on your cheeks. 

“Are you getting shy?” He whispered and you had to force yourself to not look away. Seonghwa loved eye contact–craved it. 

“You have a few more.” You murmured. 

He chuckled at the diversion attempt. 

You slipped your hands up to his neck, nails brushing against his nape up into his hair. His motions stopped a moment at the feeling of your nails in his hand and against his neck. He couldn't wait to feel them scratching down his back. His eyes fluttering and head falling back into your hands for a moment before he quickly finished unwrapping the other gifts. A bullet that you know he will love using on you and a collar that had his initials on them.

He placed them on the bed beside him and flipped you both so he was hovering over you, a smirk on his lips. “I haven't even been home for a few hours and you already want to be on my cock? Did you miss me or my cock more?” 

You can hear the amusement in his voice as he bends down to leave a quick kiss on your lips, snickering as you try to follow him back. His hand presses down against your chest, keeping you against the bed.

 “Hm…What should we use first?” He hums as he licks his lips, his eyes catching on the collar. “Let's do just this for now. I want to watch as you fall apart on my cock, leaving marks on my back with these pretty nails.” 

He easily slips off your shirt, taking in the soft skin of your stomach and chest. “Oh, how I missed these.” He purrs, sliding his thumb over a nipple, watching as it hardens before he ducks down, easily slipping one into his mouth. 

Your groan echoed through his ears as your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping the locks tightly. He hums against the bud, pulling a whimper out from you before he switches to the other after blowing air against the wet nipple, smirking at the sharp gasp that he managed to rip out from you. 

“Has it been so long that you're this sensitive?” You huffed at the teasing before he slipped the collar around your neck. 

“Well my fingers and video calls only help so much, and your fingers are longer than mine-” You choke on the rest of your words at the feeling of Seonghwa’s hand slipping past the hem of your sleep shorts, and his fingers brushing against the damp spot on your panties. 

“Look how wet you are sweetheart.” He murmurs mockingly as rips off the rest of your clothing, humming at the bare sight of you, eyes roaming your body as you squirm, trying not to cover yourself.

 Seonghwa liked to admire you sometimes but it always made you self conscious. You bit your cheek, you weren't going to slide down that rabbit hole with your boyfriend in front of you. 

“It's all for you Hwa.” 

He lets out a pleased noise at the mention of your body's reaction to him. “Yes it is. All of you is mine–just as all of me belongs to you.” He whispers, fondness seeping into his tone. “I love you so much little one.” 

You smiled widely at him. Those words coming from his mouth always distracted you, made you feel like it was the first time you had whispered the words to each other.“I love you too Hwa!” He smiled widely, a soft look on his face as he dropped a kiss on your nose. 

Then his eyes darkened, his fingers pressing against your clit after giving a quick swipe through your folds, humming quietly and your choked out whine of his name. He chuckled as he brought them up to his lips and popped them in his mouth. 

“God, I almost forgot how good you taste.” He murmured as he shuffled down the bed, pushing your legs apart more. “Keep them open or I'll get the bar.” You hated the bar and he knew it. He had adjusted a spreader bar so you couldn't close your legs around his head–even if he liked it sometimes.

He watched as you nodded before dropping kisses on your inner thigh. You bit your lip in quiet anticipation. You loved Seonghwa’s tongue, especially when it was on your pussy. You loved when he gave oral and he loved giving. 

Pulling one leg out his way he smiled against the skin of your thigh before he nipped at the skin, chuckling as you squeaked, leg jerking away. He fixed his position, pulling your legs back and over his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around the back of your thighs and jerking you closer to his face, legs being pressed against your stomach from how he was positioned. 

“Such a pretty little thing.” He murmured, eyes locked on your pussy before he dropped his head, nose brushing against your clit as he slipped his tongue through your folds, eyes fluttering shut.

You let a breath you didn't know you were holding in at the feeling of his tongue on you. He hummed at the taste, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. You whined as his fingers crept closer, spreading your folds and slipping his tongue from your entrance to your clit and giving a harsh suck on the bud. You twitched in his hold, hands gripping his hair tightly and tugging faintly.

 “Fuck, Seonghwa.” He hummed, making you shiver. 

Seonghwa’s eyes opened to flick up and meet yours, pleased to see you already looking at him. “Good girl.” He whispered, lips already wet with your arousal. 

He ducked his head back down, eyes sharp as they stayed locked on yours. His eyes were dark as the indecent sounds of slurping filled the room. Your legs twitched on his shoulders and he narrowed his eyes, a threat in dark eyes.

Close your legs, I dare you.

You could almost hear his voice in your head and judging by the amusement that took over the place of challenge in his eyes told you that he knew. You jolted, yanking his locks as you felt his tongue press inside of you, slipping against your walls. 

You loved this, most of all, you knew he loved it. Especially by the way his eyes got a bit hazy. You were sure this wasnt going be just him eating you out then fucking you. No, the haziness in his eyes told you that he was planning to get drunk on you, then maybe fuck you if you didnt have to ride him–you wouldnt be complaining. 

You shifted, pulling his head more into your pussy and humming as he pressed his nose against your clit, taking his time licking through your folds and flicking his tongue against your clit before sucking on it before shifting you to get his tongue as deep inside you as he could. 

The sudden tightening of your stomach and the feeling of your orgasm hitting you like a brick wall had you gasping, fighting between the feeling of pulling him closer or pushing him away. But by the way he tightened his grip on you left you knowing he had made your choice for you. 

He was planning on having you squirming on his tongue, whining and crying before he got you on his cock. The small glimpses you got of his face, the orgasm had got his chin and lips wet, what mostly had you pushing at him was the almost drunk look in his eyes.

He could break you like this. It had been a while since he had been able to give you oral but when he looked up at you and watched you push at him, it had you stopping. He wasn't going to stop unless he got you squirting on him. 

He pulled you against him tighter, refusing to let you move or try and push him away. With him doubling his efforts and how you were still sensitive from your first orgasm it hit you just as hard as his fingers were added into the mix, pressing against the edge of your entrance.

Your hips jerked out of his grip once it loosened as he closed his eyes, smirking hazily as he got you to squirt on his tongue. He pulled back, eyes still slightly hazy as he climbed up closer, pressing your lips together. 

You groaned at the taste of you on his tongue once he licked into your mouth. Your chest pressed against his as you tugged him closer., letting him press his weight against you, pressing you into the bed. 

“We would use the toys, but it's been a while and I want to see you.” He murmured as he pulled back a bit, words fanning against your lips. A fond chuckle fell from his lips, as you unconsciously tried to follow his mouth.

“Plus, I want to feel your hands on me.” He dropped a few kisses on your lips.

You moved your hands from his hair to his shoulders, nails leaving faint pink lines as he sighed. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before he stripped off his pants and boxers and climbed back onto the bed between your legs, sitting back on his heels as his eyes roamed over your body. 

“God you're so pretty baby.” He murmured quietly as his hands slid down your thighs, smearing the wetness on your inner thighs a bit, grinning at your whine. 

Your hands found their way back onto him as he lifted your ass onto his thighs, letting his cock rest on your stomach. “God, sometimes I forget how big I am compared to you.” A corner of his lips curled up in amusement. He let you wrap your legs around his waist as he pulled his hips back.

“We have to make sure your tiny pussy is still made for me.” He teased as he pressed his cock in slowly, placing his hands by your head once his hips met yours, a soft groan leaving his lips as a high pitched moan left yours. 

Looking down at your stomach he closed his eyes quickly. “Fuck I forget sometimes….” He trailed off as he licked his lips. You quickly looked down as well and whimpered quietly as you pressed a hand on the slight bump in your stomach. 

“God, imagine when I manage to get you pregnant.” He murmured, almost to himself and you clenched around him and his gaze snapped towards you, a brow quirking. 

“Would you like that?” He teased, teeth showing as he gave you a smirk. 

You feel your cheeks head up in embarrassment, a mumbled ‘maybe’ leaving your lips as he grins. “Maybe I'll just try. We could try everyday. I make enough money for both of us…” He grinned, snapping his hips, cutting off whatever you were about to say as you let out a whine. 

“Fuck, Hwa please.” 

He groaned softly, dropping from his hands to his elbows,kissing your forehead before he started moving his hips consistently. While being very talkative he wasn't very loud in bed–soft groans and moans, slightly louder whines and hisses. 

He growled low as he bit down on his bottom lip as your nails raked down his back once his hips sped up. “So pretty for me baby.” He whispered against your cheek as his kisses moved down, kissing the spot behind your ear before leaving light hickies down your neck until he got to where you'd be able to cover them, marks getting darker the lower he went. 

You whined softly once his lips brushed against a sensitive spot on your neck and he hummed as he gave more attention to that spot. It was cold outside, and a scarf would cover the marks. He grinned before he left a darker mark.

He groaned as you clenched around him, one hand moving down to your hip. “Keep squeezing me and I won't last much longer…” He mumbled and you giggled slightly as you dug your nails into the skin of his back, dark red marks appearing, causing him to arch his back for a moment.. 

Gathering what little strength you had you flipped the both of you, sighing as it felt like he cock slipped further inside. “Fuck Hwa…” You moaned softly, nails already slipping down his chest. Seonghwa always loved when you were on his lap, even more when you were riding him. He gripped your hips tightly as he met your hips with his own. 

“Lean on me baby.”

He let your hands rest on his chest as he held you up a bit once he noticed your movements slowing down. Following his words you placed your hands on his chest, the move making you lift off a bit but it was quickly changed once he bent his knees, feet on the bed and snapping his hips up into you. You choked on a gasp as the tip of his cock hit the sensitive spot inside. “There it is.” He murmured as he noticed the change in your face. “Don’t close your eyes, keep looking at me, I want to see your pretty eyes.” He purred softly.

You struggled to keep your eyes open as you let yourself be engulfed in the feeling of your boyfriends cock hitting the sensitive spot quickly. “Touch yourself.” You groaned. “Lean back on my knees baby.” He added quickly, sharp eyes watching your hands as one went to rub your clit quickly, the other pinching your nipple and you shook on his lap. 

“Can i cum? Please?” You whimpered, looking down at him again.”Almost there baby, lets cum together yeah?” He groaned as you clenched around him. “Fuck, im gon’ fill you up so well with my cum, make sure it takes.” He murmured, more to himself but you heard it and jerked, walls tightening around him and eyes rolling back, your orgasm hitting hard. It set off Seonghwa’s own orgasm, his hands pinning your hips against his as his cock twitched inside you, warm ropes of cum coating your walls.

“I'm going to make sure it takes.” He pressed his tongue against his cheek once you both came to. “We can stay like this for a bit, then ill clean you up.” You nodded tiredly, laying down on him, head under his chin. “Dont fall asleep.” He whispered after a second before he smiled softly, stroking your hair as you nuzzled against him.

If you did he would just carry you. Seonghwa let you both rest for a few minutes before he was sighing and sitting up, holding you tightly. “You awake baby?” You rubbed your eyes with one hand. “No.” He chuckled at the blatant lie. “C’mon, lets go get cleaned up.”

-

The night ended with you both curled up in bed wearing your matching pajamas with a cheesy hallmark movie on and hot cocoa, even if you had fallen asleep after finishing the drink, Seonghwa stayed up a bit longer to scan over your face as you slept. He thinks about the box he had hidden in the bathroom.

“I cant wait to marry you.”

[kydrogendragon]

Dec 2 - "You Shouldn't Have..."

(Ao3 Link)

It was Christmas Eve. The artificial Christmas tree stood proudly in the corner of their flat’s living room, the warm lights casting a golden twinkling glow on the walls. They had spent the day together, baking cookies and wrapping the remaining gifts for their friends and family. Present were stacked under the tree, the stockings were hung, and the fireplace was gently crackling. It had been a good day.

Hob was in the kitchen, cleaning up the last few dishes from dinner when he’d heard the soft shuffling of Morpheus’s sock-clad feet on the hardwood floors. He smiled to himself and finished rinsing off the last plate before turning around.

He doesn’t think he’ll ever quite get over the view of Morpheus swimming in his large cable knit jumpers. The cream yarn was a stark contrast against the dark hairs on his head. But what grabbed Hob’s attention, more than any of that, was what was in Morpheus’s hands.

In Morpheus’s hand lay a small, neatly wrapped box. It was about the size of his palm, maybe a bit larger. It was wrapped in red and tied with golden ribbon and bow. A small gift tag hung from the center with the name “Hob” written in delicate script.

“I thought we weren’t going to do gifts?” Hob asks, his eyes never leaving the present.

“That is what we said, yes.” Hob’s gaze lifts to meet Morpheus’s. He gives him a shy smile and tilts the gift forward. “But I thought I ought to repay you for the kindness you have shown me these past months.”

Hob’s face softens. He takes Morpheus’s hands in his. “You know you don’t owe me anything, yeah? You being here with me is more than I could have ever imagined. If anything, I’m the one who owes you for that gift.”

“Perhaps,” Morpheus whispers, stepping closer. He looks up and Hob’s breath hitches as he realizes how close they are now. Morpheus’s face is mere inches from his. “But I wished to show you my thanks. Would you deny me this?”

“Never.” Hob doesn’t think there’s much, if anything, that he would deny him. Not when he looks at him like this, especially. Morpheus could tell him to kill a man and all he’d need to do was bat his eyelashes. Hell, he wouldn’t even need to do that. If Morpheus wanted someone dead, all he had to do was point and Hob would do it.

“Good.” Hob feels as Morpheus places the gift in his hands, their gaze never breaking until Morpheus steps back. Looking down at the gift, Hob rubs a thumb across the wrapping. It was light. Jewelry, he wondered. It would fit the box size as well as the weight.

Hob peels the ribbon away and breaks through the wrapping paper to reveal a simple black squarish box. He lifts off the lid and gasps.

Inside, resting on a bed of ebony velvet, is a set of shiny golden earrings. They hang down, encasing a small ruby in each one. Tiny black gems dot the ends of the earring. Hob runs a finger down the cool metal.

“Morpheus,” he whispers. “You shouldn’t have…” He looks up with an ever growing smile on his lips. “They’re beautiful, Morpheus.”

Morpheus looks down to the box, a blush rising to his cheeks. “I. Had seen them in the store front. I believed they would look good on you. And.” Hob watched Morpheus’s Adam's apple bob as he swallows. “And I wished these to be a courtship gift, if you would accept them as such.”

Hob was proud of himself for not dropping the box.

“Courtship?”

Morpheus nodded.

Hob stands for a moment before closing the distance between them and pulling Morpheus’s lips to his. He lets out a started gasp before melting into the kiss. Hob’s heart was racing in his chest. He was running off of pure adrenaline as he devoured Morpheus. After six hundred years of pining for man in front of him, could anyone blame him?

They part, panting, as Morpheus’s hand finds the box in Hob’s. He looks down and plucks the pair of earrings from the velvet bed and holds then, dangling next to Hob’s ears.

Morpheus hums. “Yes, these will do nicely.” Hob chuckles. Keeping on arm wrapped around Morpheus’s waist, he lets the other float up to his right ear.

“Put them in for me?”

Morpheus’s gaze darkens as he does as instructed. He slots the golden hooks into the small piercing holes in Hob’s ears. After Hob had told him the story of getting them pierces those weeks ago, he had been unable to let the vision of Hob, adorned with golds and jewels, leave his mind.

Morpheus cards a finger against the metal and smiles. “You look good in my colors.”

Hob arches a brow. “Is that why you picked these ones out specifically? Wanted me all dressed up in your colors, my lord?” Morpheus flushes, but does not look away.

“Yes.” His pretty pink tongue darts out, wetting his lips. “I wished for all to see you to know who it was you belonged to.”

“Fucking hell, Morpheus,” Hob moans as he leans in for another kiss. Morpheus eagerly returns it, falling into Hob’s arms.

Morpheus’s arms wound around Hob’s back, pulling him closer to him. Their chests were nearly flush as they held each other close.

Pulling back for air, Hob grazes his lips across Morpheus's and whispers, “I gladly accept, if that wasn’t obvious.”

Morpheus chuckles against his mouth. “I am not certain I am convinced.”

“Oh?” Hob pulls back and rubs his thumb across Morpheus’s lips. “Guess I’ll just have to be more clear then.” And he drops to his knees.

Morpheus smirks from above. “I believe you will.”

[mrplantfr]

Adam x loyal reader

I've never done this sorta thing so its definitely gonna be trash lmao

Warning!// major nsfw, swearing, religion. Minors, DNI

Adam and you were always together all day, and always talked about eachother. And, when you two got married, things just got more and more worse. By that, I mean obsession over eachother. Wearing eachother's clothes, using same products, always spooning when sleeping, per names, etc. Yk, the usual. Part of it was because he didn't want to loose you like his last wives.

One morning, your husband woke you up at the ass crack of dawn like a child on Christmas. He was estatic saying "Babe, c'mon! Wake up! Get up right now, please!". All you could do was groan and half assedly try to get up.

When you were finally awake completely, (sort of) you asked "Why are you even waking me up at four in the morning?" "Well," he responded "lucifer doesn't know i have a wife again, so I was thinking we could go to a meeting to show off I have a hot wife and he's rotting in hell! Doesn't that sound fun!?" No, it wasn't going to be, but he was so insecure and he looked so happy, you just had to.

As you were walking there, he was gushing saying how happy and excited he was to shove it in that he was married to a hottie and he couldn't steal you. But you were pretty concerned. You knew he was going to try and pull the same stuff as lillith and eve, but you knew it wouldn't work. But, you knew it would hurt your partner, wich hurt to think about. Of course, you held his arm the whole time.

When you arrived, you sat on Adam's lap instead of a chair, to make things clear. (And his dad bod made it really comfortable). "Jeez, its been half an hour, he should be here by now." you mentioned. "Don't worry your sexy little head off, it's gonna be worth it." He said in a villainous type of tone. All the sudden, BAM, the door flew open and lucifer stormed in. And then he noticedyou. "So, whos the lady? Rawrrr~" lucifer asked Adam. "My wife" he said smugly. "Oh, well," he leaned towards you "is this fatso really satisfying you, or is it pity?". Adam's giddy grin turned to an upset frown immediately. "YES I DO" he screamed, slaming hand on the table. "I asked her, not you." He said smugly. "So, be honest: what pain does he put you through in the sack?"

You immediately got up, "He is far better than you. You might think you can steal me like those two other tasteless home wrecking assholes, but not me, I have dignity in who I marry. Get your sorry ass away from me and my husband, with your lonely divorced ass who gave your daughter daddy issues." You pointed to the door, as he was taken aback. Adam was stunned, yet also thought it was hot not gonna lie.

Lucifer quickly stepped out, while you sat back on Adam's lap satisfied with what you had done. Adam stayed silent, but not for long. "Babe, that was- FUCKING HOT." He was hard as a rock, and you noticed. "I can tell, but, I love you. I wouldn't leave you for that twig." you said reassuringly, stroking his hair with your hands. A quick peck on the cheek from you and he carried you bridal style home, lovestruck. And when you got there, he was sure to fuck you shamelessly.

He threw you on the bed and ripped your pants off immediately. He didn't have time to take his robe off though, he just rolled it up and started thrusting. Your back was bouncing up and down off the mattress, making LOUD creaking sounds, and it was delightful. "A-adam~ fuck, ngh~" you moaned. "Scream for me, bitch." And you complied. "Fuck- THATS SO HOT" you screamed. with a load tone. He eventually took his cock out, and you were creaming like a mad man. "P-please~" you begged him to not stop, but then he, without warning, shoved two of his massive claws in your clit. "FUCK, BABE" you screamed in pleasure, surprisingly, the claws didn't hurt, or the pleasure was covering it up. He was happy with the screamed you made, music to his ears. "You're gonna love giving me head later, huh?" He said. "Y-yes, babe-" all the sudden, he stopped that too. You were upset, but let out a loud sigh, when all the sudden, he pulled you by your collar on your shirt. "You gonna show me what you're capable of, sweetie~?", he asked flirtingly. "Y-yes, anything for you."

"Good~" he said. Then you pulled your head down between his legs and put his tip in your mouth. You swirling your tongue around it made him groan. "F-fuck, babe-" he said under his breath, he was tired, but not too tired to get head at least. Then you started bobbing your head, slowly but damn, it felt good. He was making indescribable noises, but he was enjoying every moment.

Eventually, you two were too tired to continue, so you put your clothes back on and went to bed. "Good night, hot stuff." He said, before passing out. "Night, babe" you said as you kissed his forehead and went to bed aswell, holding eachother in a warm embrace.

WOW, that was a weird first fanfic, but I liked it. Tell me what you guys think and please don't bully me TVT

[athena-writes-i-guess]

The Lovers

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Prompt: “If I asked if I could kiss you, would you say yes?”

A/N: I’m so sorry I’ve been gone! Work has been insane and I’ve had the flu and the holidays were crazy for me. But I bought myself a Stranger Things tarot card deck for Christmas and somehow, even though Victor Creel and Argyle are in it but Eddie is not and that made me kind of sad. But then it made me think of Eddie falling for a reader that does tarot. I really hope you like this one!

Warnings: tarot reading? (Bad tarot reading?), cursing, kissing, pet names, fluuuff

*Picture not mine*

The Knight of Cups, the Lovers, and the Empress. You looked at the tarot cards that you pulled for your own reading with the question of “what is coming for me in relationships” and you felt the small smile tug at your lips as you sighed contentedly. This was a good reading, a joyous reading, one full of new love. You looked around at the woods around you and smiled brighter. You always felt a strong connection out here in the woods behind your high school. It was quiet and peaceful and made it easy to do readings, especially with the help of the bench you were currently sitting at.

The cards, as you understood them, showed a potential for someone to change the way you viewed love(the Knight of Cups), your bond, which is most likely already established, would deepen(The Lovers), and you have done the work and are ready for a deeper level of love in your life(The Empress). A very good reading indeed. You only wondered if it would come true and with who. You knew who wanted it to be, a certain curly haired rocker that you knew. But you could only hope.

“Hey beautiful! Messing with the future again?” You heard from just behind you, causing you to jump. You whipped your head around and saw a snickering Eddie Munson behind you. As if he knew you had been thinking of him right at that moment.

You couldn’t stop the beaming smile that appeared on your face, you never could with Eddie. He was cute, and sweet, and even though your friendship was new, it felt like he really understood you. Especially since the other students at the school made fun of you for being “weird”, as they put it.

“Hey Eds! I’m not messing with the future.” You started, watching as he walked around the bench, placing his little metal lunch box down as he sat down across from you. “I’m just trying to read a potential future.” You explained with a little dramatic flourish of your hands.

“Ahh right. And how is this potential future looking?” He asked as he leaned forward on his crossed elbows, a small grin on his face as his eyes scanned over the cards.

“It looks good, hopefully it comes true.” You said with a bashful shrug.

“What does it mean? Is that okay to ask?” He asked quickly.

“Oh-uh- yeah I can tell you. So -um- this one here is the Knight of Cups.” You said pointing to the card with the Knight on a white horse on it. “It can mean many things when it comes up but for this reading I’m thinking it means that someone is going to change the way I view love and relationships, and an opportunity might appear.”

“Okay, that sounds good. Right?” He asked with a little cock of his head.

“Yeah! Totally! This one here is The Lovers. I’m seeing it as that a relationship I already have with someone will deepen in some way if I follow and listen to my heart.” You explained as you pointed to the card with two people, seemingly Adam and Eve being watched by an angel. You watched a curious expression cross Eddie’s face as you spoke. His eyebrows tugged together ever so slightly as he bit his lip for a moment. But he just nodded for you to continue.

“This last one is The Empress.” You said pointed to the card of a woman adorned with a crown as she sat on a throne. “It seems to mean that I have done the work to be ready for a new aspect to this relationship and there is abundance there. That I’m ready to be in love I guess.” You finished, smiling up at Eddie.

“She looks powerful, I like that.” He said with a smile, “They’re all about love and stuff, is that normal?”

You felt your cheeks flush as you grinned bashfully, “Not always, I just asked for that kind of reading.”

“Can you do me?” He asked with a cock of his head.

“What?” You asked surprised.

“Can you do a reading for me?” He clarified with a chuckle. “Dirty mind.” He teased with a disbelieving shake of his head

“Oh, right! Sure!” You laughed. You put your cards in random places in the deck and started shuffling the cards. “While I’m doing this, I need you to keep a question -an intention- in your mind of what you would like to know. So, what would you like to know?” You asked as your hands moved, shuffling the cards between them back and forth.

“The same thing, I want to know about relationships.” He said with a firm nod of his head.

You beamed at him, your heartbeat accelerating at the soft look he sent you. “Great, great. Whenever you feel it’s the right time, tell me to stop.” You told him.

A few silent moments past, Eddie seemed to be taking this very seriously as he looked from you to the cards in your hands and back a few times. “Okay, stop.” He said finally.

You placed the deck in front of him. “Please break this up into three different decks, where ever you feel is right, and then put them back together with the one you feel should be on top. But remember to keep thinking about your intention.” You said, gesturing to the deck.

“Making me do the work I see.” He joked as he did what you asked, separating the cards and then putting them back together with the middle section now on top.

“You know I love making you work for me Eds.” You joked back with a smirk as you took the cards back. “Are you ready?” The metalhead nodded, an excited, yet anxious, smile pulling at his lips.

You pulled out the top three cards and laid them down in front of you. Your eyebrows knitted together as you looked at what you pulled; The Ten of Cups, The Lovers, and The Four of Wands. This was a very good reading too, one of abundance in love. Your heart sank ever so slightly, sure that it could never be pulling him to you.

“Is that good?” Eddie asked, breaking you from your thoughts. “I see that Lovers card again, that was good right?”

“This is a very good, abundant reading. The Ten of Cups here-” you pointed to a card with ten cups in a rainbow over a happy family. “means that you will soon feel complete- happy in your relationship. It can mean that you’re finally getting something you’ve wanted, maybe a person you’ve had your eye on.” You said softly as you looked down at the card. You missed the way Eddie beamed as he stared at you, not knowing that you were that very person he’d had his eye on.

“The Lovers you know what that means, a relationship you have will deepen or change in a way if you follow your heart.” You explained again quickly, glancing up to see Eddie nod his head. “The the last one here is The Four of Wands. This one means that you’re about to find stability and your perfect partner. Happiness. This is a great reading Eddie.” You finished, staring down at the cards again.

You knew it was a good reading, that Eddie deserved whatever it would bring, but you couldn’t help the dejected feelings that had risen up in you during the reading. You had been hoping yours might lead to him, but you couldn’t even dream that his would lead to you. Not able to believe that you could ever be the person Eddie had been hoping for himself.

“That’s really great, right sweetheart?” He asked, breaking you from you self-pitting thoughts.

“Yeah, of course it is Eds! A real great reading.” You said, putting on a cheery tone as you forced a smile and looked up at him. “I really hope it comes true for you.” You added as you started putting your cards away.

“There’s a chance it won’t come true?” He asked quickly as he grabbed your free hand. You cocked your head slightly at the borderline desperation in his voice.

“Well, yeah. The future is always changing. This is just showing what could be if you stay on your path. You have to do some of the work too. It’s not just going to happen to you.” You explained, trying not to notice how much you enjoyed the feeling of his hand on yours. You could feel the callouses from years of playing the guitar and the cold sting from his many rings and couldn’t stop the thoughts of those hands holding you close to him. You hoped he couldn’t feel how sweaty yours was getting from your nerves.

“So we have to make some of it happen?” He asked, pulling your hand closer to him. Your eyebrows knotted together as you looked at him in confusion.

“Yeah, you do.” You said simply.

“Okay then. Sweetheart, if I asked if I could kiss you, would you say yes?" He questioned.

Your eyes locked with his as you felt your heart thunder in your chest. There was no way this was happening right? “You want to kiss me?”

“Every fucking minute of every fucking day. I have for a while actually.” He said as he bit his lip with a smile. “You’re my favorite person, sweetheart. I’ve wanted to be more with you for a while now. Those cards just told me it was finally time to tell you.”

“Wow.” You said simply, earning a nervous chuckle from Eddie. “Eds, I like you so much. I’ve liked you for months. I was hoping that reading was leading me to you.” You flushed, entwining your fingers with his.

“So..” He drew out the word, “Does that mean I can kiss you or?” He asked with a flirty smile and cock of his head.

“Yes please.” You said with a smile.

“So polite.” He teased as he leaned over the table. You met him halfway and your lips crashed together in a feverish kiss.

Fireworks. Earthquakes. Every cheesy thing someone in a movie has described a perfect first kiss to feel like is how the two of you felt about this kiss. Like you were meant to be kissing. And you guessed, according to the universe, you were.

“The Lovers, looks like that’s us babe.” He said breathlessly as he reluctantly came up for air.

“The Lovers.” You said softly as you peppered soft little kisses on his lips, a love drunk look, that Eddie was quickly becoming addicted to, on your face. “Mhm, that’s us.”

Taglist: @srapalestina @yvonneeeee @cityofidek @anaisweird @mrslovesmayahawke @harrys-tittie @becca-alexa @catacina

[momhwa-agenda]

momma's kissing santa

PAIRING: Sangyeon/AFAB Reader

WARNINGS: Fluff, daddy Sangyeon, smut (18+ MINORS DNI!!), dry humping, Santa roleplay kink, unprotected sex, creampie.

SUMMARY: On a magical Christmas Eve, a heartwarming surprise is in the works for your son as your husband transforms into Santa Claus. In the cozy glow of the living room, the festive plan takes an unexpected turn when Sangyeon, lost in the enchantment of the moment, shares a tender kiss with you, right in front of your son.

A/N: This and the Younghoon fic were all smutty thoughts lmao. But pleeeasse Dad!Sangyeon and Christmas sexual innuendos? I can't resist. S/N for son's name.

･:*.⋆❀⋆.*:･

It's nearly Christmas Eve, and your son is adamant about staying awake until midnight to catch a glimpse of Santa. "Okay, we'll wait for Santa together, but first, let's take a bath," you suggest. Once he's in his pajamas, he rushes back to the living room, eagerly peering out the window for Santa's sleigh.

"Honey, give him some time," you giggle at his excitement. "I'll read you a storybook, or we can play with your new toys while waiting." Despite his initial pout, he agrees to your suggestion, and you sigh in relief.

You and Sangyeon planned a surprise for your boy, having Sangyeon dress up as Santa Claus. To ensure the plan's success, you keep your son occupied to avoid spoiling the surprise, until he falls asleep in your arms.

As he sleeps, you receive a heartwarming Christmas greeting from your husband: "Merry Christmas to my lovely wife. I'm in the living room now." Blushing at the greeting, you gently wake your son, whispering, "Merry Christmas, S/N. Let's go meet Santa." Excitement sparkles in his wide eyes as you lead him to the living room. By the glimmering Christmas tree, Sangyeon, dressed as Santa Claus, waits. You watch the heartwarming scene unfold as your son runs into Santa's embrace. 

“Santa! I knew you would come!” S/N

“What made you think I wouldn't?” you purse your lips, fighting the urge to laugh at the sound of Sangyeon’s deep voice, impersonating Santa.

"I tried to be a good boy all year because people said Santa only visits children who are good."

"Well, let me tell you something," Sangyeon says, his eyes crinkling into crescents. "I have a list of all the kids who are nice and a list for those who are naughty. But there is hope for every kid to improve every year."

“Improve?” your son asks, tilting his head.

“To do better next time. And I'm proud of you, S/N. I just hope you're kind to your mother.”

“Oh, I love mommy,” S/N coos. “Even when she gives me ugly greens, I still love mommy.”

You both laugh at your sweet boy. “Well, that means your mother is good at her job.” Sangyeon says, turning to look at you. For a moment, Sangyeon forgets he's dressed as Santa and gives you a light kiss on the lips.  

"Santa, why did you kiss my mom?" your son pipes up. You fight to show any reaction by covering your mouth – which muffles your laughter – leaving your husband to answer his child’s question. “Well, the kiss is a... blessing because your mother works hard.” 

“Do you do that for every mother?” Just when things couldn’t get any more awkward. With your palm still covering your mouth, you look away and Sangyeon is just stammering. “Oh no… your mother is just very special…That’s why,”

Luckily, your son buys it, and he excitedly asks Santa to stay while he opens some of his presents. After some time, S/N yawns, and you carry him to his room, tucking him in bed. 

Returning to the living room, you and Sangyeon revel in the success of the surprise. 

“I’m so glad that worked” you place a hand on your chest. “We're cool parents, that's why," he declares, hugging you and planting a kiss on your head. 

“Nice move, by the way, babe,” you add, lightly punching his shoulder. Sangyeon frowns, and you roll your eyes. “The kiss. On the lips,” you stress.

“Ahhh,” he brings you back into his arms, pressing his cheek to yours. “I’m sorry, love, it’s a reflex. You’re irresistible” he adds, making a goofy face. You pull his hat down to cover his eyes. “It'll take him a couple more years before he understands that."

"He better not just yet. I don't want to scar him," you tell him.

"He won't. You're doing a good job," Sangyeon reassures you, rubbing your back.

Looking up at Sangyeon, you bat your eyes. “How about me? Do I have a present from the great gift giver of this festive holiday?”

Sangyeon’s lips curl into a smirk. “Oh, I don't know. I'm confused, honestly, because you're on the naughty list, ma'am.”

“But what if I can make up for it? I can be a good girl, Santa” you fiddle with the white curls of his fake beard. “I can start now” you bring his face forward, taking his mouth in an erotic kiss. Sangyeon groans, hands moving from your waist down to grope your ass. You hook one leg around his waist, rolling your hips against his crotch. 

Did it feel a little cliche that you were horny and saying all the festive themed sexual innuendos? Maybe a little. But for some reason, your husband dressed as Santa motivated you even more to rile him up. 

“Mmm, Santa, you’re so naughty too” you gasp, feeling up his hard-on. 

“Are you sure this is the way to get on my nice list?” he hums. 

“Well I think you work so hard, and I really want to show you how grateful I am” the last couple of words roll out of your seductively. At that, your husband carries you to the couch, positioning you on top to straddle his lap.

Your tongues tangle around each other ferociously, as you grind on his cock. You’re so needy for him that your arousal stains his pants and neither of you have even undressed yet. 

“Do you do this often with…other naughty mommies?” you moan into his ear.

Sangyeon bites his lip, restraining himself from groaning too loud. “Believe me, you’re the only one” his hand slips under your pajamas, twisting his fingers around the waistband of your panties before pulling it up, digging into your folds. Your eyes widen and you purse your lips preventing you from making a sound. “Who has made a good impression” he finishes, rolling his tongue out, barely touching your lips, teasing you. 

Reaching behind him to grip the sofa deck, your movements turn desperate. Sangyeon slips two fingers to rub all over your pussy lips and tears start to form in your eyes. The way he could easily draw tears from your eyes just from rubbing your cunt, and having no choice but to bite back your moans was so wicked of him. Fuck, I love him so much, you think.

“Sang-” you cut yourself off, nearly saying your husband’s name. Similar to how he forgot he was playing Santa earlier. 

“S-Santa”

“Hm?”

“I need your cock now” 

Sangyeon immediately reaches between you, taking his cock out, precum trickling down from his tip. You adjust yourself a little, just enough to move the lacy piece aside, before sinking onto his cock. You hug him close, gasping as you sink your teeth on his neck. Sangyeon digs his fingers into your skin, gripping your ass harder. Even he was having difficulty keeping his groans down.

“Is this everything you wanted on your wishlist?” he manages.

You face him, resting your hands on his knees as you slowly ride him. “Yes. It’s everything I wanted”

You were so wet, you coated Sangyeon’s cock with your juices that the sound of your wetness and the slapping of skin on skin filled the room. Regardless of how many times, how many positions he had you on, Sangyeon was never getting used to the delicious sight of you fucking yourself on his cock. He moves one hand up under your shirt to grope your breasts, turning you on so much you speed up your pace.

“I want you to look at me,” he huskily says. You open your eyes, and in that moment both of you felt your impending orgasms. The daze and lust in you and your husband’s eyes was enough to engulf you both in the shared explosion of your releases.

In one swift motion, you connect your mouths together, muffling both of your moans as he raised his hips to continue fucking yourselves through the wave of your orgasm.

When you eventually calm down from your high, you and Sangyeon just stay there. Holding each other in the tender afterglow. 

He kisses your forehead, “Merry Christmas, my love” he tells you.

“Merry Christmas, Sangyeon” you whisper to his lips.

･:*.⋆❀⋆.*:･

@daisyvisions @snowflakewhispers @winterchimez this is for us ✨💝 here's to a new year of writing and our chaotic friendship.

[wrestler-smash-or-pass]

Weekly Wrapup 12/24/23 (late!)

Top five smashable wrestlers this week:

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Eddie Guerrero - 77.0% smash

Sonya Deville - 70.1% smash

Seiya Sanada - 69.7% smash

Ricky Starks - 66.8% smash

More stats under the cut, along with my observations, commentary, and some of my favorite tags...

Bottom five smashable wrestlers this week:

Ink Inc. - 25.0% smash

Shanky Singh - 25.8% smash

Sting - 40.7% smash

Scott Hall (NWO Reboot) - 48.2% smash

Dexter Lumis - 56.7% smash

Most total votes this week (most enthusiasm)

Jon Moxley - 349 votes

CM Punk (RoH) - 300 votes

El Phantasmo - 280 votes

Sting - 273 votes

Jay White - 266 votes

And least total votes this week (least enthusiasm)

Shanky Singh - 155 votes

Ink Inc. - 164 votes

Sonya Deville - 187 votes

Scott Hall (NWO Reboot) - 193 votes

Seiya Sanada - 198 votes

The closest match was Scott Hall (NWO Reboot), who lost 93-100.

Top Five Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Bottom Five Overall

Vince McMahon - 3.9% smash

Kane (Corporate variant) - 10.1% smash

Triple H (Terra Ryzing variant) - 18.6% smash

The Boogeyman - 22.6% smash

Brock Lesnar - 23.2% smash

Top Women Overall

Kris Statlander - 91% smash

Rhea Ripley - 84.2% smash

Julia Hart (Spooky Variant) - 81.9% smash

Chyna - 78.2% smash

Penelope Ford - 72.9% smash

Top Men Overall

Hangman Adam Page - 86.4% smash

Hikuleo - 86.0% smash

Jon Moxley - 84.8% smash

Eddie Kingston - 82.8% smash

Kenny Omega - 82.1% smash

Top Tag Teams

The Golden Lovers - 80.4% smash

Best Friends - 66.7% smash

Motor City Machine Guns - 65.5% smash

Young Bucks - 43.8% smash

Ink Inc. - 25% smash

Average Smash Rating

Week 1: 52.7% Week 2: 57.7% Week 3: 54.4% Week 4: 62.9% Week 5: 58.4%

No write up or favorite tags this week because I am exhausted and I still need to set up a ton of polls because the queue is down to zero (plenty in my inbox aka the pre-queue!) and I'm headed out of town for a few days. Next week might be posted Sunday pending New Years Eve plans, but it will be back to normal otherwise even if it's posted on Monday.

Merry Christmas if you celebrate!

P.S. I'm going to Dynamite/Rampage tomorrow. It's my first wrestling show and I am extremely excited.

[andydrysdalerogers]

Presley ~ A Curtis Everett Au ~ Part Four

Curtis Everett x OFC Presley Adams

Synopsis:

Curtis Everett is a hard working man. As the head of the mob of Concord, he does everything he can to provide for his wife and children. His life is perfect. Until it's not.

After a devastating accident, Curtis is alone with his children and needs some serious help.

Presley Adams needs to find work and fast. Running from her past she just wants to lay low and earn enough to get her out of town. Until she starts working for Curtis as his live in nanny.

As she falls in love with this family, can she stop her past from finding her? Or will her past be the end of the Everett reign in Concord?

Book two of the Five Kings of Boston series

Warning: themes of a mafia lifestyle; SMUT; possessive tendencies; murder; death; age gap;

A/N: taglist is open!

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Previous: Part Three

Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Part Four ~ The Present 

Presley 

I should have made rules for myself.  

Don’t stay in one place too long  Don’t create connections  Don’t fall for your boss.  

Had I done that, maybe I wouldn’t be where I am.   

But on the other hand, I wouldn’t be where I am.  

It's been a few weeks since Curtis and I decided to date each other. A few wonderful weeks of soft touches, hidden kisses, longing looks.  Curtis was everything I ever wanted. The complete opposite from my former life.  A life which I had yet to tell him about. I didn’t want him to hate me or worse, turn me in. He said I could trust him, for him to be my safe place. I want to believe him.  

He’s shared a lot with me, including his life with Anna.  He still misses her but not as much since I came into his life. We would sit in his story, cuddled together near the fire and he would tell me how they met, how they fell in love, how she was a princess of another family.  

He had no idea that history might be repeating itself.  

It’s the Christmas season and the manor was decorated beautifully.  The main living room was formally decorated with a tree and white ornaments and accents.  But the family room’s tree was decorated by the kids.  Everly, Joshua and I spent hours making paper chains and hand print glitter ornaments.  Josh had seen a cranberry and popcorn chain, so I very carefully handed him a needle.  We had everything decorated for when Curtis came home. His smile when he saw the room and how excited the kids were to show him everything, it was everything.  When they went to wash up for dinner that night, he kissed me so softly and whispered, “thank you.” 

Adam had also made gingerbread cookies for the kids to decorate. They loved that. Curtis walked in as I was finishing mine and laughed when he saw I had some frosting streaked on my cheek.  Adam had gone into the pantry, the kids were still working away so Curtis took advantage to kiss the frosting away. The man is going to kill me one of these days.  

Now, it was Christmas eve, and I was in my room getting ready for dinner. Curtis said that Clint and his family and some friends would be joining us, and I was nervous. After our talk, I had started joining the family at dinner, but I wasn’t sure if I was there as the nanny or as something else. We hadn’t exactly told anyone together.  I smoothed out the red skater dress and fixed the ribbon that tied off my curls to the side of my neck. I heard the doorbell, and I knew it was time, regardless my own personal feelings.  

The kids were already downstairs, Clint’s wife Laura offering to watch them so I could get ready.  She has become a godsend.  She had known the kids since they were babies and was able to help with insight after their grandmother left.  Once I made it down the stairs, I went to the family room where the Barton and Everett kids were playing.  Laura came over with two glasses, handing me one.  “You look beautiful Presley.”  

I took the champagne glass and took a sip.  “Thanks Laura.” We chatted while we waited for Curtis and Clint to finish whatever they were working on.   The doorbell rang again and one of the house staff that had been hired for tonight opened the door.  A dark haired man with a beard and petite woman with a small bump came in.  

Curtis walked out of his office just at that moment.  “Andy! I’m happy you made it.” He shook hands with Andy while giving a kiss on the cheek to the woman.  “Let me introduce you.”  He walked the couple into the room.  “Andy, I’d like you to meet Clint’s wife Laura and Presley... my... nanny.”  I knew he could see the flash of hurt in my eyes. He kept talking, if anything to save face.  “Ladies, this is Andrew and Rory Barber of Newton.”  

They shook hands with us both and I excused myself to check on the kids. I looked back to see Andy staring at me with a look I couldn’t describe. I shook it off and kept going to the kids. The boys had some Legos from their toy box out and the girls were playing with some dolls. I used the moment to pull myself together. I shouldn’t have expected anything more than what just happened because Curtis wouldn’t kiss me in front of the staff, or his children so why would tonight be any different? When they called us to dinner, I made sure to sit as far away from Curtis as I could and made sure that the children were attended to.  

I just wanted the evening to end.  

Curtis 

I fucked up.  

I know I did.  

Why?  Why couldn’t I just say that Presley was my girl? I wasn’t ashamed. I had no reason to be.  Except that she was still being paid to care for my children. The same children who are falling in love with their girl who plays with them, helps them with homework and cares for them the way a mother should. At the table, my Kitten sat as far away from me as she could. I earned that slap in the face.  I tried to catch her eye, but she blatantly ignored me.   

I needed to speak to her, if only to say I’m sorry. To say I didn’t want to expose her to another mob boss when her own history is a mystery to me.  As dinner finished up, Presley excused herself to use the restroom.  I waited a moment before I followed her. I surprised her as she opened the door, and I pushed her back in.  

“Mr. Everett, what are you doing?” 

Ouch. I guess I deserved that as well. “Kitten, please don’t call me that.”  

“I’m just your nanny, sir.  That’s what I’m supposed...” I cut her off with a kiss. I needed to feel her against me, safe in my arms, to center myself.  

“I’m sorry Kitten.” I nuzzled against her neck, breathing her in. “I’m sorry.  We hadn’t talked about us, and I panicked and...” I looked into her glossy blue green eyes... “fuck I’m sorry.” I went to kiss her again, but she stepped back.  

“I can’t do this right now.”  Her lips trembled. “I need to go back out there and make sure that the children are ok.  You have guests, you should pay attention to them.”  She moved around me, but I grabbed her wrist.  

“Please, can we talk about this once everyone has gone home?  Please, Kitten, I want to fix this.” I pleaded with her. I don’t like that she’s mad. My kitten is rarely upset but the heartbroken face I see is one I have seen before.  When she told me that she wasn’t good enough for me.  

She searched my eyes, looking for the truth. “I will speak with you later... Curtis.” I let go and she walked out.  At least she called me by my name and not my title. I took another moment before I went back to the party.  

Dessert was brought out, along with coffee and tea.  I asked Clint and Andy back for a cognac in my office.  As I poured, I realized that this was my chance to tell the truth.  “How’s Rory with the pregnancy?” 

“She’s good,” Andy replied with a smile. “Twenty first week and it’s a healthy baby boy.”  

“Hey man, congratulations,” Clint said with a pat on his back.  

“Andy, that’s wonderful news.  You’ll make a great dad to a great little boy, I’m sure.  We can only hope he gets his mother good looks,” I say with a smirk.  

“Ah, fuck you man.  I’m an ace,” Andy said, flipping me off.  

I laughed. “Well, here’s to you, Rory and your baby boy,” I raised my glass in salute. We took a sip before I cleared my throat. “I wanted to speak to you two about something that has come up.”  

“Everything ok, boss?” Clint looked concerned.  Well at least he didn’t already assume he knew what was going on.  Andy had a smug as shit grin on his face and waited to hear what I had to say. Fucker.  

“I wanted your opinion on me dating again?” 

Clint looked stunned.  “Really? I mean, that’s great to get back out there.  I would want to vet any woman just in case...” 

I put my hand up to stop him.  “There isn’t a need for that Clint.  You already have.”  

Clint furrowed his brow. “What do you mean?” 

Fuck, this is hard but here goes nothing.  

“I am pursuing a relationship with Presley.”  

I never knew what they meant when they said the room was so silent you could hear a pin drop.  I do now.  I took a sip of my drink and waited.  

Clint threw back his drink.  “Boss,” he started, “she’s just a kid.”  

“She’s twenty three,” I replied calmly. 

“And we know nothing about her,” he argued. “We don’t know anything about her.  What if she was sent in to spy or hurt the kids?” 

“Enough,” I barked.  I turned to Andy. “You read her file?  The one Jensen pulled?” 

“I did,” he said calmly. “Have you? 

“No. I wanted her to tell me herself.  She seemed terrified of being found, which concerns me.  She kept telling me that she wasn’t good enough for me, that if I knew the truth, I would make her leave.”  

“See, boss, that’s a sign.” 

Andy shakes his head. “No, Clint, that’s not why.” He looked at me. “I think it's smart to wait for her to tell you.  And I can guarantee, she’s not a threat to your family.  If anything, it's a blessing for her to be here.” 

I frowned. Was my Kitten in danger? “Ok, then, Clint, have security updated to treat Presley as a member of the family and not just the nanny. We may need to put on a search for one in the future.”  

Clint nodded.  “Are you sure, boss?”  

I shrugged. “She loves my kids, Clint. And I care for her. I’ll protect her.”  

“She’s not Anna, sir.”  

“I know she’s not,” I snapped. “But I can do for her what I couldn’t do for Anna.”  

After everyone left for the night, I walked up to the kids' rooms.  Joshua was already asleep, once again half under the covers, hanging from the bed.  I shook my head a chuckled quietly before putting him back into bed and tucking him in.” Good night, son,” I whispered with a kiss to his forehead.  I walked over to Everly's room and heard whispering. I peeked into the room to see Evie in Presley’s lap.  My baby girl had tear tracks and red eyes and I grew concerned until I heard my Kitten’s sweet voice.  

“It’s ok Evie.  Joshua was just teasing.  You have been the best little girl in the world. Santa will visit but only if you sleep, baby.”  

“But Joshie said...” 

“Don’t listen to his teasing.” She kissed my little girl on the crown of her head. “Your daddy is so proud and happy with you and that’s all that matters.  Josh was just being naughty because that’s what big brothers do.” She hugged her tight.  

“Are you proud of me Presley?” 

“Of course I am. You’re my special favorite little girl. Think you can sleep now?”  My girl nodded and Presley tucked her in.  “I love you Evie.”  

“Love you too Presley. Night, night.”  

“Good night princess.” She walked out and closed the door.  I grabbed her hips and pinned her to the wall, covering her mouth with mine in a deep kiss. She moaned into it, allowing me to taste the sweetness of her mouth. When we came up for air, she tried to push me away.  “Curtis...” 

“Kitten, I’m sorry, please baby, forgive me.” I kissed her gently and she melted against me. “Presley, please.” 

“We can’t do this here,” she whispered. “I don’t want to wake the kids.” She closed her eyes. “Can we just do this tomorrow?” 

“No.” Her beautiful eyes snapped to mine at my refusal. I couldn’t let this last a moment longer. “No, Kitten because I won’t be able to sleep knowing how angry you are with me. No, we’ll talk about this now.”  I lifted her into my arms, her legs going around my waist, arms  as I carried her to my bedroom.  

“Curtis...” 

“Shut up Kitten.  You need to listen to me.” I closed the door and then set her by my bed. “We need to talk about what happened tonight.”  

“What happened tonight was you denying what I am to you! You didn’t even have the courage to talk to me about it before hand so it wouldn’t feel like a slap in the face.  This is why I wanted to go slow.  This is why I haven’t opened up to you.  Because I knew you would be ashamed of me!” 

“I am not ashamed of you,” I growled back.  “You’re right that we should have talked about this but I just haven't had the time.”  I ran a hand over my hair and down my face.  “Presley...” 

“No, let me out of this room,” she demanded.  

“I already told you that we have to talk about this,” I replied through clenched teeth. “Now, if you just wait for an explanation...” 

“Can’t wait to hear what lie you come up with,” she scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest.  My Kitten has claws and for some reason, I like it.  

I grabbed her chin, not with force but just enough pressure that she understood. “Stop interrupting me, Kitten.”  I felt her swallow, saw the terror in her eyes. No, I didn’t want to scare her but here we are. “I’m going to let go but I want you to hear my words, ok?”  She nodded slightly and I let go, placing my hands on her waist. “Sweetheart, I talked to Clint and Andy about our situation.”  

Presley stilled and then I felt a tremor go through her body. “They...umm...they know?  About us?” 

“They do now.” I pulled her a little closer. “I wanted to tell them earlier but there was never a good time.”  

“You’re not ashamed of me?” I could see her eyes become glossy.  

“God Kitten, of course not. I’ve been trying to figure out how to keep you, how to protect you.  I wondered how this would look to the other Kings in this area.” I moved to cup her face. “I want to take you out and let everyone know I found a new princess. But I had to run it by my closest friends and advisers.  Andy just went through this with his wife, fighting for her.  The other kings, well, they are wrapped up in their own lives and I am not as close to them as I am Andy.”  

“He was looking at me,” she said, and I stilled. “It was like he knew who I was right away.” She reached for her necklace, but I stopped her.  

“Tell me, Kitten.  Tell me why you are scared.  Did someone hurt you?” I searched her eyes and could see the fear.  “Presley, I’ll protect you.  I don’t care about your past.  I care about who you are now.  My princess, my queen.” I kissed her hands. “I can’t lose you, Kitten.” I looked at her eyes and it broke me.  She still didn’t trust me. I was losing her before I had her. I dropped to my knees. “I’m yours Kitten, all yours.” I pressed my forehead into her middle. I hadn’t felt so weak or vulnerable since Anna died.  

She owns me.  

She runs a hand through my hair and I hum at the sensation.  “Please Kitten,” I plead. 

She cups my chin and tilts my head up. “I’m yours,” she whispers and my whole body sags. I stand and cup her face. Her beautiful, captivating face and I lower mine to kiss her lips.  

She's a drug and I’m addicted.  

I deepen the kiss and wrap my hands around her thighs and lift her up, wrapper her legs around me.  I walked over to my bed and climbed in with her under me. She feels so good under me.  

My Kitten.  

Presley 

His weight is on me and my god, does it feel good. I’m not innocent by any means but it's been years since I had been with a man.  He lets go of my lips to kiss my neck and shoulder, his right hand under my leg to keep me close to him.  I can feel his erection and I shiver. His other hand is in my hair, and he tilts my head to give him better access. “Curtis,” I moan.  

“Fuck, do I love my name on your lips, Kitten.” I can feel his hand slide up my dress.  His hands are warm, rough but he touches me like I’m glass. I tremble and sigh and he stopped. He lifts his head to look me in the eye.  “If you want me to stop, just tell me Kitten.  I’m yours Kitten, and I don’t want you to be scared of me.”  

I’m falling for this man.  

I tilted my hips up to rut against him and he groaned. He kisses me hard and I moan in his mouth. He takes advantage to taste my mouth and God, does he taste good. I put my hands over his hair.  It short but feels so good. I can feel him grasp the zipper on the side of my dress and pull it down. My blood heats, my heart thumps. He’s going to see me, and I’m scared.  

“You’re trembling, kitten. Do you want me to stop?” The look in his eyes is of concern, of protection.  

“I’m nervous,” I admit. “My body...” I swallow, trying not to cry. I don’t want him to see the scars. 

“Ok, Kitten, I’ll stop and just hold you, okay?” He has sincerity in his voice, compassion in his eyes. He does care for me. 

“No,” I tell him, shaking my head. “Please Curtis, don’t stop,” I whimper. I reached up to pull him down to me and kiss him this time.  He’s surprised but quickly melts into it.  Into me. I reach for his buttons, and he tilts up, pulling away so I can unbutton his shirt. I get three undone before he grabs the back and pulls it off his body.  I swallow when I see his tattoos.  They always peek but I’ve never seen them fully. His ink is beautiful, and I trace it with my finger. He sits up and pulls off his belt and unbuttons his slacks. I still on his bed, watching this wonderful man. 

He stops and gently pulls the top of my dress down my arms, showcasing the matching red lace bra I have on. A positively feral look passes his eyes as he sees me for the first time.  He bends down to kiss the tops of my breast and I arc at the sensation.  The scruff on his face gives a delicious contrast to the softness of his lips. He stops to look at me. “Kitten, you are beautiful.” He kissed down the center of my chest and pulled the rest of my dress off. And fucking growls once he sees the matching panties.  

Curtis 

I’m a dead man.  

I need to be, to explain why I am in heaven right now. She is a goddess in red lace. Her dark hair is spread over my pillows, her blue green eyes ablaze with desire. “Oh Kitten,” I whisper before running my nose of her skin. I wrap my arms around her and roll us, so she is on top of me. Her hair tousles down like a curtain around us, and I smooth it back behind her ears.  I run my hands from her waist up to her neck and I feel what I think are ridges on her skin.  “Presley...” 

“Please,” she pleads, “I promise I’ll explain just, don’t stop.”  Her eyes are shiny but desire is still there.  

I would do anything for her.  I would give her anything she wanted. She has that power over me. She is my north star, my compass, the center of my world.  

I would burn the world down if she asked.  

“Yes, Kitten, I don’t want to stop either.” I reached up to kiss her and I moved to unclasped her bra, releasing her magnificent breasts. “Oh fuck, kitten.” I ran my thumbs over her nipples, raising them to stiff beaks. I looked up to check in with her, but she whimpered at my gaze, obviously needing more. I chuckled and sat up to suck on one gently. She cried out at the sensation, and it made me go to full hardness.  Her warmth was over my cock, and I could feel her.  

“Curtis,” she mewled as I rutted up to her, “baby, please, I need you.”  And now I’m feral.  Hearing her call me by that pet name just set me off.  I flip her onto her back, and I lower my head to the apex of her thighs.  Her panties have a wet spot on them from her arousal and I need to taste it.  I run my tongue over her covered pussy, and she shudders.  

“Is this ok, Kitten? Can I taste you?” She nods and I smile.  I pulled down the lace panties down her legs and held them up to my nose, inhaling her scent.  She still smells like strawberries and vanilla, and it triggers my own arousal. I want to drool at the sight of her bare pussy, but it has to wait because I need to make my Kitten feel good. I kiss her inner thighs, biting them gently to tighten the coil I know she was feeling in her core. I place a kiss right over her core and she bucks her hips wildly. I grip her hips to hold her still and I lick around before finding her little clit and sucking on it gently. “Fuck, Presley you taste so good, baby.”   

“Oh Curtis, feels good,” she pants.  I smile before I continue to lick all around her beautiful pussy. I bring one of my hands close and use a single finger to tease her.  She tries to move but my other hand continues to pin her down. I slowly sink my finger in, and Presley lets out the most gorgeous moan I have ever heard. I suckle her clit and feel her clench around my finger as I pump it slowly in and out.  I know I have to stretch her because I don’t want to hurt her. Her sweet essence is pouring out of her and I use it to add another finger. I hooked my arm over her hips to ground her. “Curtis, Curtis,” she chants.  

“I’ve got you baby, its ok.”  

“I’m going to cum, Curtis. Oh god.” She fists the sheets as I continue to fuck her with my hand.  

“Let go, come for me Presley, I encourage her, and she squeezes my fingers so hard I’m sure they’ll pop off, but I know it will feel fan-fucking-tastic around my cock. She cries out my name over and over as she cums and my god, it is the most beautiful sight I have ever scene.  I slow my motions as I bring her down from her high, kissing her thighs, then her belly.  I continued back up until I saw her face. “Hi Kitten.”  

She gives me a tired smile.  “Hi,” she replies shyly.  

“Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to,” I say, and she shakes her head.  “You gotta talk to me, Pres. I have to know what you want.”   

“Fuck me, Curtis.”  

Presley 

“Fuck Me Curtis.” I need this man.  I need him like I need air. “Please, Curtis, don’t make me beg.” I would beg if I had to.  Because he just took me to heaven and back and it was only with his fucking fingers and mouth.  I need more.   

He’s a drug, and I’m addicted. 

He sits up and finishes pulling off his slacks and boxers, letting, what has to be, the most beautiful cock I have ever scene.  I swallow because, I’m not really sure he’s going to fit. He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a brand new box of condoms. I giggle, I can’t help it.  “What’s so funny Kitten?” 

“Expecting to score Mr. Everett?” He growls and I know it's because of his name.  He opens the box and pulls a foil packet out.  Within seconds, he rolled it on and now caged me under him.  

“Think you’re being cute, baby?”  I nod and he smirks. “Tsk, tsk, Kitten, now's not the time to play cute.”  He fists his cock and leans down. “I’ll take it slow, baby but it will be hard. I want you to feel me for days.”  

Oh.  

My. 

God.  

He settles in between my legs, and I can feel his cock nudging at my entrance.  He’s rock hard and larger than I’ve ever had. My mouth goes dry. He’s going to destroy me. “Curtis...” 

“Any time you want me to stop Kitten, just say the word and I will.”  He kisses my forehead. “You trust me?” 

“I... I trust you.”  And I do. I know he cares for me. Curtis smiles softly and lifts my left leg up and over his hip. He runs the tip of his cock through my folds and I moan at the sensation. Curtis gently pushes into me, and fuck, is he big.  The stretch is unbelievable. It fills me so well. I suck in a breath, and he stops.  

“Baby, talk to me, are you ok?” Curtis’s eyes are filled with worry.  

“You’re big,” I gasp. “So. Good.”  

The bastard chuckles. Before I can speak, he withdraws and thrusts back into me.  He’s thick and it's wonderful. It was like he promised.  He is slow but powerful.  Every stroke into me is hard and deep.  I can feel him deep in my belly.  I moan with every thrust and my eyes roll to the back of my head when a particular thrust hits the perfect spot.  I dig my nails into Curtis’s arm as the waves of pleasure move through my body.  “Oh, fuck baby, this pussy is squeezing me so hard.  Are you wanting to cum, kitten?” I nod, because I can’t trust myself to open my mouth without screaming at top volume. “Be a good girl, Kitten and use your words.”  

“Y-yes, please.”  

“Good girl.  Cum,” he orders, and my body explodes into euphoria. I feel my blood sizzle with lighting as my orgasm rushes through. “Presley,” Curtis moans. “So tight baby, ah fuck!”  I feel him pulse into the condom, his movement erratic and slowing. He finally stops and all you can hear is our heavy breathing.  He kisses my lips and then my forehead.  “You are a goddess, Pres.” He eases out of me, and I feel so empty.  He goes to his bathroom to get rid of the condom. I can feel myself falling asleep.  All the emotions of the evening, all of the exertion of the night, is catching up to me.  

Curtis climbs back into bed and pulls me into his arms.  “Sleep Kitten.”  

And I’m out.  

Curtis 

I feel a small hand touch my nose. I twitch and blink slowly to first see that Presley is in my arms, facing me.  The second thing I see is my daughter standing next to the bed. “Everly?” 

“Morning Daddy.  Why is Presley in your bed?  Was she not feeling well?  I like to cuddle with you when I don’t feel good,” she says with an air of facts.  

Shit.  

Fuck.  

Shit.  

My little blonde angel has caught Presley in my bed.  I calm myself before I answer her.  “Yes,” I lied. “She wasn’t feeling well.”  

“Oh. Okay.” Everly smiled. “You’re a good daddy to take care of Presley.  She’s my best friend.”  

Well shit. I can feel Presley starting to wake.  “Evie, why don’t you head down to the family room and see if Santa came? But don’t open anything until we get there, ok?” 

She nods very big. “Ok daddy.” She turns from the room, and I look down to see Presley’s eyes open wide and looking up at me. I press my lips to her forehead.  

“Don’t panic, Kitten.  We’re ok.” 

“Oh, why didn’t I go back to my room?”  She closes her eyes and leans her head into my chest.  

“Kitten, are you ok?” Her statement hurt a little, but I know it's because we were just caught by my daughter. I needed to stay calm for Presley’s sake.  

“No,” she lifted her head, “I’m not because I don’t know if I can look in your daughter’s eyes anymore.  This is not how I wanted to tell her that I was dating her father.”  

Relief flooded my system. She wasn’t ashamed of me, she was nervous about talking to my children.  “Kitten, we’ll be honest with them ok.  Their father likes their nanny and is going out with her.”  I watch her chew her lip and reach for her necklace.  I cover her hand and stop her from fidgeting.  “Talk to me, Presley. I promise, we will get through anything.”  

She closed her eyes and when they opened, her beautiful blue green eyes were swimming in unshed tears. “Please don’t hate me,” she whispered as the first tear fell.  

“Sweetheart...” she stops me with a kiss.  

“I’ve never felt more protected and cared for in my entire life until I came here.” Presley swipes at her face to get rid of the stream of tears.  “My name is not Presley Adams.”  

That was not what I was expecting to hear. "What?" 

“Presley Adams is the name I give to hide from my family.  My real name is Amelia Giovanni.  My father is Mario Giovanni, head of the crime family in New Jersey. I’m his only child.”  She blinked as more tears fell.  

My memory snapped that that day a month ago when I had a meeting with Mario Giovanni.  He was on a terror because his kid had disappeared.  His daughter, his princess.  

The lost princess of the Giovanni family is in my arms.  

“Presley, why did you run away?” I needed answers. I need to protect her. History can’t repeat itself.  But as much as hearing that Presley is not her real name, her next sentence would put my world in a spin.  

“Because he tried to marry me off to a sadistic man and when my mother tried to object, he killed her.” 

Oh, fuck.  

NEXT

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Despite the lingering feeling that Mike wasn't getting any better, or any worse for that matter, he decided to suck it up and attend the Christmas fair. They had put it off until he was feeling much better, but whatever bug he had seemed to come and go. Everyone had been urging him to see a doctor, but Mike was adamant about waiting until after the holidays. It was only after he made the appointment and showed them proof of it that people hid their concern and didn’t bug him as much.

There had been tension between the two, with Nathan looking at him like he wanted to say something. Nathan seemed to be more affectionate than usual, which both comforted and scared Mike a bit. If experience was anything to go by, it was a bad sign. Still, he pushed those thoughts aside, especially since they hadn't really had much alone time lately, with Nathan staying in the family guest room.

The fair was on its second-to-last day, with the last day falling on Christmas Eve. They could still attend, but they wouldn't be able to spend as much time together, given the pre-Christmas preparations that needed to be done. Kate, however, was the most excited, eager to get a giant teddy bear. Mike had offered his own, but she insisted it belonged to him, as his boyfriend had given it to him.

As they walked through the fairgrounds, Mike held Kate's hand, feeling a major craving for all the food he saw, though he was starting to notice he was gaining a little weight. Clothes felt tighter and Mike had started to wear baggy clothes to hide it. He wondered if Nathan was fully aware of it, and perhaps that's why they hadn't been intimate in a while. The last thing Mike wanted was for Nathan to be even more disgusted by him. Maybe the male was planning to end things. His answer to that was to hit the gym and go on a strict diet as soon as he got better or returned home. "What do you want to do first?" Mike asked Nathan, trying to focus on enjoying the fair with him. “There is lot, we can go on rides, play games, watch some shows” he suggested even though he felt himself hungry. Mike couldn’t blame it on an empty stomach as it’s been a day and a half since he’s thrown up. // @rencissancealpha

[glorytodroidkind]

Painting the Town

Oh this takes me back. This bad boy was the first oneshot I'd ever written for the series, and it was a request from Wattpad!

I have mixed feelings on this lol, it's cringy at times and it's just...I was just starting to understand them and. Yeah.

even tho it makes me cringe, it is special to me.

Pairing:

Adam x Human!Reader x Eve

(platonic with a sprinkling of pining)

"I have never seen so much white in one place," you groaned as you attempted to sketch a mural that would add more color to the copied city. Scattered around you were the rejected ideas. Everything from "you're my butter half" to the Jaws movie poster had been considered, but each of them had their problems.

   "Hey Y/N!" Eve called, practically leaping into your room. "Whatcha doing?"

You giggled at his antics and held up your current sketch-a Halloween mural, complete with floating candlesticks, jack o lanterns, and other spooky Halloween must-haves. "I've been doing a little bit of sketching, nothing much," you finally replied.

   "Wait, didn't humans eat pumpkins?" He asked. "That's what my brother told me at least, so why are those pumpkins not being eaten?"

   Inside, you cried a little because it had been forever since you had a good pumpkin spice latte or whatever. "Well, we do eat pumpkins, but we eat the insides. Has Adam not read about vegetable carving?"

"There is a seemingly endless pile of books I have yet to read. Surely you can't expect me to have read them all so quickly?"

You nearly jumped out of your skin at Adam's response. "Um, how long exactly have you been here?"

Adam chuckled lightly at your response. "Long enough time see your artwork, Y/N. Does the artwork have any purpose?"

"You mean like...does it help me live my life? No, I could live without it," you began. "But there's only so much white I can handle, and having even a splash of color, I don't know how to describe it exactly, but it makes me feel...happier? I have no idea."

   Adam was silent for a moment. "If it will help you with your morale, I suppose it would be...fun...to see this city pop with color."

  "Yeah!" Eve cheered. "We'll help you! Where do we start?"

This was how the three of you found yourselves painting a large mural in your room. The ceiling was painted to resemble the night sky, complete with an aurora borealis. Each of the walls was decorated to look like a holiday. The wall your bed was against was Christmas themed, with cute little penguins in Santa hats, a Christmas tree, and of course, reindeer. The wall opposite that was thanksgiving filled, which meant a lot of turkeys. The wall to the right of your bed was Halloween themed, and the one across from Halloween was Valentine's Day themed.

  "Thank you guys for your help today," you said when the task was finally completed. You then noticed Adam, who had red and green (and possibly white) paint stains on his usually clean white shirt. "Wait-Adam painted with us? And I didn't even have to convince him! This has got to be a dream."

Adam chuckled lightly at this. "No, I decided that it couldn't hurt to do what you humans used to call hands-on research this time."

  "Hey Y/N?" Eve questioned, red and pink paint splattered basically all over him. "What's the significance of all these hearts?"

  "Well, um, we set aside one day in the year, February 14, to really show your love and appreciation for someone else, whether it's romantically or not," you explained. "I've always thought it was kind of silly since you should always show appreciation for those you care about regardless of the day of the year."

Eve nodded, but you figured he'd ask you to explain it again sooner or later. Adam on the other hand was probably mentally noting the information immediately so he could read about it.

"How close are we to this Valentine's Day?" Adam asked at last.

"Depends. I haven't seen a calendar in who knows how long so I have no idea what day it is. I feel like it's closer to Halloween though."

"Is Halloween also a day to show your appreciation?" Eve questioned. You laughed a little at that.

"No, Halloween is about embracing the scary. You go through haunted houses, dress up in costumes, and demand candy in the dead of night," you explained.

Eve grinned. "That sounds awesome!" He exclaimed. "I want to celebrate Halloween now!"

"I am going to do some more research on the subject of Halloween," Adam stated as he calmly strode out of the room.

"Hey! You said you play a game with me later!" Eve exclaimed, chasing after him.

You chuckled as you watched them go. 'Be still my heart,' you thought, as you once again began daydreaming about what might happen if you dared to tell them exactly what you felt about them.

"Maybe next time..." you said quietly. "Next time I'll tell them."

[the-zapped-part-timer]

Penn Zerothon Day 1

North Pole Down🎄

My Ramblings: Hey, this all looks familiar! Anyways, I like sword gag. Obviously guys it was in a couch, open your minds. It's also interesting to see Sashi not having wings like in the Pilot, I guess now we can infer what happened because we know she has them the next time they're in the Knight World.

I like to smash bits of the Pilot in this episode in my head, with the Boone being exception of course... and also the other stuff going in Zap One.

Ok, the zapping. They still do come out of a static background, but the Pilot's just looks so different.

Get the banging intro we all love and the iconic title cards!

Zooming on the family picture doesn't hurt at all. Nope, not all. It's interesting to show no snow on Christmas Eve, but that can happen in a lot of places, I really like that decision. Sashi beating the fake reindeer making look like snow? Gold.

But I've got to say, starting with a holiday episode is... unusual. I personally wouldn't have, but I'm not saying it had to be Zap One. It's just that not everyone likes holiday or Christmas episodes. I'm also upset we never got a Halloween episode.

I wonder why we didn't see the MUHU used in the Pilot, perhaps it wasn't a thing? I doubt it. I enjoy Brock and Vonnie every time they're on screen, funny and such great parents, even from afar! Like that they left a record video. Poor Penn, just wants see his parents so bad on Christmas, they're first Christmas apart. Also for a quick second we see that the MUHU charging deck thingy is broken. I wonder why? Genuinely, why? Was it The Chinchilla?

Our first introduction to Aunt Rise and Uncle Chuck (and of course The Chinchilla). I don't mind them, not my favorites. But don't mind. They're quirky.

I love the Trio so much! Boone and Sashi trying to cheer up Penn is so sweet.

First time we see Old Man Middleburg.

Not even having to exchange words to show how much Rippen hates Penn and Larry's over the topness.

Phyllis is queen. She's slaying in that candy cane costume. And she's already being supportive with Penn. You need a prom date? Phyllis has got you. MUHU broken beyond repair? She tried.

I would have a mental breakdown if I tried avoiding Christmas like the plague only to be zapped into Santa of all people! Like what are the odds? It's like the universe knows or something.

I just realized we never got a "check the specs" in the Pilot! Dang. Also, you can hear bells when her specs are displaying the mission.

Penn helping Boone calm down is sweet. Also, the "Okay, I'm gonna pet you now, but not in a weird way." Line will never not be funny, so many quotable lines in this show. I'm like a parrot.

Also, was the head in a box a reference to the movie Seven? If so, it's a very interesting pick for a reference for a kids' show.

Did they get Adam Levine for his screaming? I think that's a possibility.

Mr. Snowman...

I do like the rogue gingerbread men, but I wonder if Rippen being Krampus was at least considered. It always bugged me when I first watched this. Goat Rippen would have been too much for anyone to handle, I suppose.

The candy and Christmas weaponry is fun and creative. Larry cannibalizing himself is very Larry. I, too, would have a nibble on at least one of my fingers.

I like that Mr. Snowman just assumed the MUHU was broken. He doesn't know a damn thing about it and yet already being manipulative. I like that Penn is allowed to be a bit selfish. It makes sense, most of the time, it's because of his parents. He desperately wants them back or at least able to see and talk to them. Love me some good character flaws!

Surprise! The snowman with an ominous voice was bad! Although, it is surprising that Rippen decided to team up with anyone. I guess he probably sees Mr. Snowman as easy to take out, it's not that hard as we see later on. (Snow) Man literally took his whole heart out and almost died for a bit.

The face Penn makes when he says the whole ruining Christmas for eternity is gonna bother him for awhile is great. So many great faces on this show.

The first song of the show! Also forgot the Pilot didn't have a song... good. I don't wanna hear that Boone sing. He's not an angel like ours. I used don't not like his singing, but it grew on me. Pretty good song. Everyone is good at singing. I like that the breakout fails, like you really thought a candy cane would work as a key? Jokes land so much better than the Pilot (sorry I keep bringing that up).

So there's just one gingerbread woman? Like a smurfette? Also, Rippen, my goodness! One (gingerbread) woman and already be acting up. It's just a tiny bit but still funny, I like the idea that he can't keep it in his pants sometimes. He's gotta come off as suave to anyone watching.

Also weird that gingerbread people just eat steak and mashed potatoes... not very Christmas-like, guys, and woman.

"You've looked cooler." Sashi delivers that in such a way that it can be such a low blow to whoever she's saying it to (Penn).

Would've loved to see a drama class. That would've been a Boone episode, a Boone-isode!

Creative way to escape, using Santa lore. I wonder what it felt like to be tube-shaped for a few seconds. I'm sure that would feel good on my back until I cry from pain.

First instance of Arnold Schwarzenegger voice Boone.

"Man, that guy can talk." Sashi, that man is your principal. Your lucky he ain't evil.

Yep, he's a snowman... what was he gonna do? Snowball them? Man them- nevermind.

AAHHH! Rippen jumpscare! Oh no- is his bowtie made of anything? Like licorice or something? Or is it just a bowtie?

I'll never find it funny that in some Santa media set in modern times, they're still making older toys like made out of wood and stuff. Anyways, love the fight between Penn and Rippen using the toys as weapons. Very fun and creative.

I love it when Rippen tries to use Penn's interest against him, the MUHU in this case. But no, Penn is better than that.

Did Rippen feel anything when he broke or does it not hurt? Either way, falling down at that velocity must have been terrifying. First instance of Larry eating Rippen... yep, not the first!

Also, the first use of the Wilhelm Scream! They love that scream.

He made a hard choice, but thankfully, it paid off in two ways. Completing the mission and getting your MUHU fixed by Santa because of it. What was that one quote? "A true act of goodwill always sparks another." (Whoever gets that, have a cookie)

Also like that it implies Santa doesn't like gingerbread, perhaps because gingerbread people work for him?

An all around good Christmas episode, usually my least favorite kind.

~The Characters~

Penn Zero: This Penn and Pilot Penn while similar, feel very different in delivery.

Like I said already, I like Penn feeding into his self-interest. We always understand why he does and acts like he does, he's a good person with flaws. Flaws that are so human.

Boone Wiseman: Oh Boone, I'm sorry I ever doubted you. I can't believe we almost didn't have this you! So much more funnier and nicer. Our lovable buffoon. Even going out to make skateboard sleds for his friends! And a failed roller-skate skis that he actually never made, but it's the thought that counts.

He's funny but still takes some seriousness with his job. Especially at the end.

Sashi Kobayashi: Violent as ever! But cares deeply about Penn's troubles. I also enjoyed when she just conked Larry and that elf in the head.

Rippen: Not a whole lot to say for him in this episode. He was funny and growly as usual. It's still interesting that he teamed up with someone as we'll see in Number One Number Two. Yes, I know, I'm Still Super. But that's different as we'll also see

Larry: He really doesn't have much to do besides eating himself. Which, good for him, he makes a good point, they'll never be that delicious again.

Dimension(s): I like the look of the mountaintop north pole base, which is a very cool take on Santa's workshop. It's more like a military base than anything.

Forms: Reindeer Boone is the best, sorry. He's adorable, I like his physicality. Everyone else did good, but they'll never be Reindeer Boone.

[bowser-is-the-best]

It was Christmas Eve and the Sakuras had gone home already. Before he left Bowser still had something to discuss with Ren, so now they were there washing the dishes from the meal they just had. Bowser turns towards Ren after finishing a dish.

"This past year sure has been something huh?", Bowser says with a chuckle.

"Yeah, killing a god on Christmas Eve was not what I expected of my probation.", Ren replies setting down the sponge.

"I mean it could be worse, but hey you did it!"

"We still haven't found a way to help you get back to your family yet though. Neeed to get that done soon before another god shows up, it's our deal after all.", That part about another god very much sounded like a joke from the teen.

"You're already doing enough kid, and I've already got apart of that family right here, even if the rest is universes away. The Phantom Thieves are apart of what I consider family.", The Koopa King goes for a side hug with Ren, patting him on the shoulder in the process.

"I'm glad I get to be apart of your family dad.", Ren almost fell over when he realized what he had just said.

Bowser was equally as embarrassed, simply freezing up when the word "dad" was said.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't mean for that to come out!", Ren is not doing a good job of recollecting himself.

"Look k-kid it's fine, it's fine. If you want to call me dad go for it.", Bowser is barely holding back the laughter.

"Does that mean I can also use your last name?"

Okay that the Koopa King did NOT expect. How was he even meant to reply?

"Ummm w-why?", Bowser asks half embarrassed half baffled.

"Well my own parents back home aren't the best... And you've been better then the both of them combined and I've known you for less time then the both of them, so I'm not sure I want to be in that family anymore.", Ren had a bit of a sad look to him while he mentioned his parents.

Bowser knew the feeling of people meant to take care of you not giving a damn. Heck it's why he was so adamant on helping Haru, no kid deserves an unloving parent.

"If it makes you feel better I don't mind kid", Bowser puts on his most gentle smile for this.

"Thanks.", Ren just leans in Bowser.

And in that moment, it was official that the bond wouldn't be as easily broken. While a new power awakened within Bowser.

[rabbitcruiser]

National Love a Tree Day

National Love A Tree Day is celebrated every year on May 16 and it falls right in the middle of Garden for Wildlife Month. Did you know trees actually didn’t exist for the first 90% of Earth’s history? Shocking, isn’t it? Before trees, our Earth had fungi that grew 26 feet tall and resembled trees. Trees have played an irreplaceable role in the smooth functioning of our environment and celebrating this special day dedicated to them is the least we can do to appreciate them.

History of National Love a Tree Day

Trees can be thousands and thousands of years old with many species tending to have long lifespans. In fact, trees can be traced back to the creation of the world, according to the Bible and the story of Adam and Eve who ate the fruit of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

From well-preserved cellular anatomy, it has been found that Cladoxylopsida were the first species of large trees to appear on Earth almost 400 million years ago in the Devonian period. The other earliest trees were known to be tree ferns, horsetails, and lycophytes and, currently, it is estimated that there are close to three trillion mature trees in the world.

Trees have so many benefits — they provide us with lumber, food, nuts, oxygen to breathe, home for wildlife, and much more. Trees are even used for ornamental and decoration purposes. In the United States itself, there are approximately 766 million acres of forest land.

Trees form an essential part of our environment and, over the years, their importance has been taught to children growing up. Even in recent times, individuals have become so environmentally conscious that a sustainable lifestyle to protect our trees has become the norm. Most people now want to protect and preserve our trees, which make the world a better and safer place to live in.

While the hunt to find the origins of this day is still on, an entire day of appreciation for trees that have given us so much is the least we can do.

National Love a Tree Day timeline

1800 Christmas Tree Tradition

European nobles and officials adopt and popularize the tradition of setting up evergreen conifer trees in homes for Christmas.

1830 –1860 Joshua Tree’s Name

These plants get their name from Mormon settlers as the shape of the tree’s branches reminds them of a biblical passage wherein Joshua raises his hands to the sky in prayer.

1994 Wollemia Trees Found

A few survivors of these ancient trees that were once thought to be extinct are found living in a temperate rainforest in Australia.

2007 First Tree Fossil

Fossils of probably the first tree, Wattieza, that date back to the middle Devonian period, are found in New York State.

National Love a Tree Day FAQs

What day is Tree Day?

Arbor Day occurs on the last Friday in April.

What is World Tree Day?

World Tree or Forest Day is celebrated annually on 21 March.

How are trees important?

They give us clean water to drink, air to breathe, shade, and food for humans, animals, and plants. They provide habitats for numerous species of fauna and flora, firewood for cooking and heat, materials for buildings and places of spiritual, cultural, and recreational importance.

How To Celebrate National Love a Tree Day

Hug a tree

Plant a tree native to your area

Go for a walk in the woods

Release your inner tree hugger and go hug some trees to show them your love. Make sure you do it in front of some people so you can inspire them to show their love to these gentle giants too!

Do some quick research on trees that are native to your area. Once done, you can go ahead and purchase some seeds for that tree and plant them. Put in an effort to look after it as much as possible and see the fruits of your labor grow, literally.

Trees are a vital part of nature and exist all around us. Why not spend the day among trees to celebrate? Go for a walk in the woods and soak in the beauty of trees.

5 Facts About Trees That Will Blow Your Mind

The oldest tree

Space travel

They save you money

Trees can communicate

Trees are very thirsty

A bristlecone pine tree named Methuselah has lived for more than 4,800 years and is older than the Egyptian Pyramids.

Trees have kind of traveled to space when tree seeds were taken up by Apollo 14 astronauts.

Having a mature tree’s shade near your house can actually help to reduce your home cooling bill by approximately 20% in the summer.

It has been found that trees start producing a chemical called phenolics when they detect an insect raid, which acts as a signal for other trees.

An average tree can drink up to almost 530 gallons of water annually.

Why We Love National Love A Tree Day

Trees keep our streets and homes cooler

It helps to reconnect with Earth

Trees are a habitat for wildlife

Urban areas can get significantly hot and even more so in summer. This is when our loving trees come to the rescue! The shade and water vapor provided by trees can keep urban areas so much cooler. National Love A Tree Day is a perfect opportunity to acknowledge the importance of this green cover.

Planting a tree or simply taking care of existing trees can evoke a sense of belonging with nature. Trees are nature, after all, and spending time with them can help you reconnect with Earth. National Love a Tree Day can be a good place to start if you’ve been feeling a disconnect with nature and life outside of routine work.

Of course, we know that a lot of animals live in the forests and need trees for survival. Trees are home to a diverse range of birds, insects, and mammals. A simple tree will also house hundreds or thousands of small creatures like snakes, frogs, millipedes, ants, termites, spiders, to name a few. National Love a Tree Day helps us appreciate these beauties that are essentially home to so many living beings.

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[golden-kingdom]

And the Season Feels New to Me Because You're Here - Part 5

Written for the 12 Days of Rowaelin: First Holiday Season Together (@rowaelinscourt)

Summary: A month before Christmas, rich hotel heiress Aelin Ashryver Galathynius is running away from her future after a fight with her father and hides at a resort in the Staghorn Mountains. When she has a ski accident and hits her head, she loses her memory and nobody knows who she is. Rowan Whitethorn is a widower who owns a small inn in town and father to 6-year-old Thalia. When, after much insistence from his daughter, Rowan offers Aelin a place to stay, the two have to spend time together against their will. Rowan cannot stand spoiled and self-centered Aelin, and Aelin hates how cold and guarded Rowan is. Thalia thinks it would take a Christmas miracle for them to finally get along.

Inspired by Falling for Christmas (2022)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT and drinking

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It was already the last week before Christmas. Thalia would be done with school in three days. She was so excited about the holidays. It was sweet, but also a little exhausting trying to keep up with her. 

One evening, Rowan took them to pick a Christmas tree. The tree farm was crowded with people buzzing about. It seemed everyone in town had decided to come get their tree that day. They had agreed before coming that Thalia would choose the tree, but Rowan would have the final say. They went through the rows of trees, Thalia analyzing each of them. None was right she said. She finally stopped in front of a large Christmas tree, one of the biggest.

"This one," she said with confidence.

Rowan looked at it and sighed.

"Don’t you think it’s a bit big?" he asked her.

"No," she replied, adamant about her choice.

Aelin knew Rowan could hardly refuse anything to his daughter. She saw resignation on his face.

"Alright. Let me pay for it and then we’ll take it home," he said.

When they got to the lodge, Aelin helped Rowan take it out of the pickup truck and bring it into the lounge. They struggled with the doorway, but they managed to get it through and then they put it down in the corner by the window.

They started decorating it right away. Rowan put the lights on it skilfully. Then, they all hung Christmas ornaments together. Thalia found one with her name written on it and Rowan picked her up to put it high in the tree. When they were done, Rowan turned around and looked at Aelin.

"Would you like to put the star on top of the tree?" he asked her.

She smiled and nodded. Rowan watched her carefully as she climbed on the stepladder. He handed her the golden shining star and she put it on top of the tree. Thalia clapped her hands excitedly. Rowan held Aelin’s hand to help her get down, only letting go when both of her feet were on the floor. Then they all sat on the couch, admiring their handy work. The tree looked beautiful in the warm light of the fireplace.

…

Christmas Eve was finally here. Elide, Lorcan and Fenrys were coming over for dinner that night. Rowan had been making food all day, Aelin helping him the best she could. The turkey had been cooking in the oven since the morning and they had made enough desserts to feed an army: pecan pie, donuts, gingerbread cookies, apple pie, fudge, peppermint bark and sugar cookies. Even Thalia had contributed by decorating the cookies.

When the food was ready and the table set, Aelin went upstairs to her bedroom. She had no idea what to wear tonight. Rowan had bought her nice clothes when he went shopping for her, but they were practical and simple ones. Tonight was a special occasion. She was looking through her clothes and had settled on a nice sweater with a pair of jeans when she heard a knock at her door.

"Are you ready?" she heard Elide ask through the door.

"Yeah, in a minute. I’m just trying to find something to wear," Aelin replied as she opened the door.

The petite woman was wearing a beautiful long-sleeved velvet burgundy dress that showed off her curves, and her dark hair was pulled away from her face and fell in waves down her back. She looked lovely.

"I have a gift for you," Elide said, holding out two boxes.

She walked into the room and put them on Aelin’s bed. She gave Aelin an expectant look, so Aelin opened the biggest one. Wrapped in silk paper was a beautiful satin golden dress. Aelin took it out of the box, admiring it.

"Elide, you didn’t have to," she started, but her new friend cut her off.

"There are shoes too," she said, gesturing to the other box.

Aelin opened it and looked at the sparkling stilettos inside. They were gold as well.

"They are beautiful," she said.

She gave Elide a big hug, thanking her a dozen times.

"Thank you for making Rowan smile so much lately. He hasn’t been smiling like that in a long time," the dark-haired woman said.

Aelin blushed at that. She took the dress and headed to the bathroom to put it on. Once she was dressed, she looked at herself in the mirror. The sleeveless dress was ruched at the top and the cowl neckline dropped to her breastbone, showing off her cleavage. It fell under her knees and hugged all of her curves in the right places.

"It’s beautiful. Thank you so much," she said to Elide as she came out of the bathroom.

The other woman just smiled when she saw her in the dress. She helped Aelin curl her hair in loose waves and do a simple make up look. Aelin hadn’t styled her hair or done her make up since her accident. She had missed those simple things.

When Aelin was ready, she put on her shoes and followed Elide out of her room. The men and Thalia were waiting in the lobby at the bottom of the stairs. Rowan was talking with Lorcan, and when he turned around, he gasped when he saw Aelin. She gave him a shy smile. 

"Wow! I love your dress, Celaena! You look like a princess" Thalia said in awe.

Lorcan took Elide’s hand and they headed towards the dining room.

"Why don’t we go check on the turkey, Thalia?" Fenrys asked.

She nodded enthusiastically and followed him to the kitchen, leaving Aelin and Rowan alone.

"You look… amazing," Rowan said, struggling to find the right words.

"Thank you, you clean up nicely too," Aelin replied with a smirk.

Rowan was wearing a white shirt, a much nicer one than what he usually wore, and black pants. He looked handsome.

They joined everyone in the dining room. The table had been decorated for the occasion, with boughs of holly and candles in the centre. When everyone was sat down, Aelin helped Rowan bring out the meal. Lorcan cut the turkey and everyone started serving themselves. Fenrys poured champagne in everyone’s glasses.

"Let’s toast to the North Star!" he exclaimed.

Everyone cheered and raised their glasses, even Thalia with her small glass of apple juice. Then they all began eating while chatting and joking. Aelin was having so much fun, even Lorcan seemed friendlier tonight. Maybe she had a bit too much champagne.

When they were done with the main course, they went to the lounge to play games. Fenrys was having fun and joking with Thalia, but everyone else was competitive and taking the games very seriously. Elide won most of them.

Later, they headed back to the dining room for dessert. Aelin was already full, but she couldn’t resist sugar. She tried a little bit of everything. Thalia made everyone laughed when she said that a gingerbread man with a frown looked like Uncle Lorcan.

It was late by the time everyone left. Thalia had almost fallen asleep on her father’s chest. Rowan took her to her bedroom where she requested a Christmas bedtime story. She was asleep by the time Rowan had finished.

When he came back down the stairs, he found Aelin standing in the lobby. 

"She’s fast asleep, I think she was exhausted," he told her. Aelin gave him a gentle smile, her turquoise eyes glimmering in the soft light of the room.

They stared at each other in silence until Rowan spotted something.

"We’re standing under the mistletoe," Rowan said quietly. Aelin looked up and noticed the decoration hanging from the ceiling.

She looked back at him, taking in how his green eyes were looking at her with softness and sincerity. He slowly came closer and caressed her cheek with his thumb. She could feel his warm breath against her face. He leaned in and kissed her gently.

"Was that okay?" he asked her, looking into her eyes.

"More than okay," she replied, putting her arms around his neck and kissing him again.

He put his hands on her waist and pulled her in, deepening the kiss. He licked the seam of her lips and she opened to let him in. Their tongues met and Aelin moaned softly at the feeling. She grabbed his hair, urging him for more.

The kiss turned hungrier, their lips clashing against each other’s. He ran his hands up her sides, stopping at the underside of her breast. He started trailing kisses down her neck, nibbling at her pulse point. He made his way to her collarbones and then down her cleavage, between her breasts. He groaned when he smelled her perfume.

She pulled him back up and kissed him fiercely, biting his bottom lip. Then she broke the kiss and took his hand in hers, leading him up the stairs.

"We don’t have to do this," he whispered.

"I want to," she simply replied.

When they got to Rowan’s bedroom, he closed the door and had her caged against it in a second. He put his hands under her knees and picked her up, her dress bunching up at her hips. She kissed him ardently, yet it wasn’t enough. She moved her hips against his, searching for more contact. He growled and she repeated the motion.

He took her to the bed, laying her down on it softly. He climbed on top of her, holding himself on his forearms. As soon as he was on top of her, she claimed his mouth again. Her hands roamed his chest under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his body.

He kissed down her neck until he was at her chest. He pulled the straps of her dress down to reveal her breasts. He put his mouth around one of her hardened nipples, sucking it, while palming the other breast. Aelin moaned loudly and put her hands in his hair, holding his face close to her body.

He pulled her dress down even more, trailing kisses down her stomach. When he got close to where she needed him the most, he looked up at her. She nodded and urged him to continue so he removed her dress completely, leaving her only in her panties.

She needed to feel his skin against hers. She quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. Then she was unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Rowan kicked them off his legs. When he pressed himself against her, she gasped at how good his warm body felt against hers. She touched his hard chest, his flat stomach, his strong arms. She wanted to memorize his body and never forget it.

Rowan felt the same. He was kneading and massaging every part of her body he could reach as he made his way back down and kissed her stomach just above her panties. He pulled them down slowly and then he pressed kisses on the inside of her thigh, sucking and biting. She whined and he chuckled lowly.

He parted her thighs with his arms and finally kissed down her centre, never breaking eye contact. He licked her clit with the flat of his tongue, then sucked on the bundle of nerves. Aelin moaned loudly, quickly putting her hand over her mouth to quiet herself. He buried himself between her thighs, eating her out like she was the best thing he had ever tasted. 

When he entered her with a finger, she had to bite down on her hand. Rowan pumped his finger slowly at first, but then picked up a rhythm, curling his finger to hit that spot that made her see stars. He added another one and she clenched around him. She was so close; she could feel her climax building up and her legs shaking. Rowan sucked hard on her clit, still working her with his fingers, and she came hard, mumbling his name in her hand.

When she came down from her high, she found Rowan staring at her with lust. She crushed her mouth on his, tasting herself on his tongue. She needed him inside her now. She quickly removed his underwear and wrapped a hand around his length, stroking him.

He removed her hands from his cock and leaned toward his bedside table, grabbing a condom and putting it on quickly. He put Aelin’s legs around his waist and lined himself up with her entrance. He entered her slowly, letting her adjust to his size. She felt so full she could cry. There were no words to describe how she felt. It was like his body had been made for hers.

She urged him to start moving and he pulled out before pushing back in. He set a lazy and slow rhythm with his hips, taking his time to enjoy every second of it. He peppered her face with small kisses and whispered how beautiful she looked like this.

When he hit that spot inside her again, she bit her lips almost to the blood. He noticed her reaction and his thrusts got harder and faster. She grabbed his hands, needing to hold onto something, anything. 

She was feeling her pleasure build up again. She was mumbling incoherent things, trying to keep as quiet as she could. Rowan let go of one of her hands and snuck it between their bodies, finding that bundle of nerves.

He started rubbing her clit with his fingers. His movement was timed with his thrusts. He was hitting that spot inside her over and over again.  She squeezed his hand strongly, and suddenly her orgasm hit her, her whole body shaking and her back arching off the bed. She bit Rowan’s shoulder to keep herself from screaming. He pushed into her a few more times and then he was coming too with a loud groan.

They laid like this for a while, catching their breath. Rowan smiled at her softly and gave her a small kiss before pulling out of her and throwing the condom in the trash. He put his underwear back on and grabbed two T-shirts in his dresser.

"Here, put this on," he told her as he handed her one of the T-shirts. "Thalia is gonna burst into this room tomorrow morning to get her Christmas presents; it’s better if we’re dressed."

He put his on and Aelin did the same, the T-shirt so big she was floating in it. She also grabbed her panties from the floor. Once they were dressed, they immediately went back to bed and Rowan pulled Aelin in his arms, rubbing her shoulder slowly. Aelin was tired, but she didn’t want to fall asleep. She didn’t want this moment to end. She yawned loudly and Rowan laughed.

"We should sleep. It’s really late," said Rowan.

"But I don’t wanna sleep. I just wanna stay like this with you," replied Aelin, putting her head on his chest and tracing patterns on his bicep.

"I’ll still be there when you wake up tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere," assured Rowan.

He kissed the top of her head and pulled her even closer. Aelin fell asleep in his arms feeling safe and happy. Like she was finally home.

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