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falling behind | spencer reid

Summary: During a movie night with Spencer, he confesses to you that he feels like he's falling behind, having never kissed anyone. You offer to catch him up.

(based on laufey's falling behind)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!bff!reader 

Word count: 2.4k

Warnings/tags: spencer's first kiss, s1/s2 spencer, best friend reader, kissing, mentions of sex, some angst at the end.

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"I think you need another bookshelf, Doc," you say, narrowly dodging a stack of books that comes up to your hip. 

You’ve let yourself in for your traditional movie night that’s become far and few ever since Spencer started at the FBI. His days off are rare, but they’re always spent with you. You hang your coat and scarf over Spencer’s designated hook for you. Spencer’s putting about in the kitchen, cups clinking.

"I've been trying to find one at a flea market," Spencer says from the kitchen.

"Even though flea markets give you the heebie jeebies?" you call back, flipping through a thick hardcover about ancient Rome. Aaaand that's a naked man. You close the book. Spencer’s the mature one out of the two of you. That’s why he’s got books about Rome and you don’t. 

"I'm not crazy about bringing home furniture that was once in someone else's house, though it’s usually very cheap. Still! They could’ve had termites. And that’s a best-case scenario. You won’t believe what some people have in their houses.”

“Oh, I know. Pet dandruff. Mold spores. Your worst nightmare.”

Spencer appears with two mugs of Ovaltine. He's adorably cozy, cocooned in an oversized Caltech sweatshirt and green slacks with the giant cargo pockets he loves. They're so practical!

“There’s no need for sarcasm,” he says, mouth pursed the way it does when you’re being a smartass.

“There’s always a need,” you say cheerfully. 

He's wearing the Doctor Who socks you got him three years ago for his birthday. They're worn a little thin. You've offered to buy him new ones—Spencer insists these are still good.

“So how’s life in our nation’s capital?” you ask. “Besides all the serial killers.”

"Good. I still haven't gotten used to these D.C. winters but I feel a lot less silly making hot Ovaltine when it's not sixty-five degrees outside," he says, bending to set your mug down.

Instinctively, you pull out two coasters and Spencer puts your mug on one and cradles his own. He sits on the overstuffed couch he took from his mother's house. You'd helped him take it. You’d followed him out here, actually, after his second PhD, and you live just outside of D.C. because you’re not a big-shot FBI profiler. You’d split the cost of the U-Haul from California and stayed with him the first night because Spencer can’t sleep in unfamiliar darkness. 

It had been four years since you’d seen each other. You’d shared a bottle of cheap wine to celebrate his new job at the BAU. Later, Spencer cried over Diana and you held him through it. 

"Turning the heat on might help," you say.

"That's simply a luxury the FBI doesn't pay me for. Anyway, thermostats increase the chances of a fire. Especially if the pipes are old."

"We should ask your friend Penelope to hack a bank so you can buy a mansion," you say.

Spencer shakes his head and brings the mug to his lips. "Please don't give her any ideas. Are we starting the movies?"

"Yes! Home Alone?”

“Don’t we always start with your favorite?” he asks, smiling.

“We do. You indulge me, Spencestar.”

You get up to fiddle with Spencer’s ancient TV and DVD player. It takes a couple of strategic smacks to get it running, but you do and you put the DVD in. It’s a tradition, your holiday movie marathons with Spencer. 

You get up and unfurl the giant fluffy gray blanket that Spencer keeps neatly folded on the sofa. You sit next to him and pull the blanket over the both of you, then take your Ovaltine into your hands. 

“You know, you could always invite your new friends at the FBI for movie nights,” you say. “I’d be okay with that. As long as they understand that I'm your oldest and bestest friend and therefore take precedence.”

"As if I need you telling them embarrassing stories about me,” Spencer says, looking at you flatly. “I know your motivations. It’s bad enough that Derek calls me the baby bird of the bullpen."

“Derek is the one that set you up on a date?” 

“Ugh.” Spencer covers his face. “Please don’t remind me.”

It had only been a month ago, Spencer’s date with the sister of one of Derek’s friends. She’d been nice enough, according to Spencer, but you’d sensed more had happened he didn’t want to dive into. There was likely an underlying judgment that Spencer’s encountered too many times to not be sensitive to. 

But Spencer always got nervous about these things too. He had a habit of psyching himself out. For a long time, the only woman he’d ever had a full conversation with was you. 

The TV screen freezes. You groan and get up, putting your mug down. 

“Try moving the antenna,” he says.

“Yeah. The FBI should give flat-screen TVs for Christmas bonuses.”

You play around with the antennas. When that doesn’t work, you turn off the TV. It’s not an exact science—whether the TV wants to play or not is up to forces out of your control. Spencer thinks you have the magic touch, though. 

“That date was pretty bad, wasn’t it?” you ask, checking the wires behind the TV. You wiggle them around and try plugging and unplugging stuff. 

“No,” Spencer says lightly, in that mild, polite tone that might work on a stranger but hasn’t worked on you since fifth grade.

“Spencer…”

“It wasn’t!” he says. “Honestly, it wasn’t even her, it was… I don’t know. I felt so silly doing it. Like I was a kid trying to do adult things.”

“You are an adult. Is it playing?”

“No. Yeah, I know I am, but I also feel so behind. Like everybody learned stuff I didn’t and now I can’t do a simple thing like go on a date with a woman.”

“You’re not behind—ouch!” The TV shocks you and you snatch your hand back, grimacing.

Spencer stands up. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks. Where was I? Right. You’re not behind, Spence, you’re the smartest person I know. You’re the smartest person most people know.”

It’s quiet for a moment. Then Spencer suddenly appears, kneeling next to you. You grin.

“Hi,” you say.

“Hi. You don’t have to get shocked so we can watch a movie. I can pull it up on my laptop.”

“No, I’m gonna make this work. Here, hold this.”

You hand Spencer a wire. He obediently holds it while you fiddle with the back of the TV.

“She tried to kiss me,” Spencer says quietly. 

You pause and look at him. “Who did?”

“The woman Derek set me up with.”

“Oh.” You put down the wire—you’re starting to get the feeling that this is the kind of conversation that can’t be had while you’re trying to fix a TV. “You didn’t tell me that. Did you?”

“No.” Spencer scowls. “I chickened out. I just… Derek would’ve told me to just kiss her because she was pretty and she wanted me. But I didn’t want to. And that’s so stupid, ‘cause I should’ve, right?”

“Spencer, there’s no rule for when you should and shouldn’t kiss someone as long as both parties want to kiss,” you say.

“Yeah, but I’ve never kissed anybody. I’m twenty-five and I’ve never kissed anyone. How pathetic is that?”

You frown and turn to face Spencer fully. “Hey. C’mon, where’s this coming from? You know I don’t think any less of you for never kissing or dating or any of that stuff. You do it when you wanna. And I’d tell anyone that. I’m not just telling you ‘cause you’re my best friend.”

“I know, but…” Spencer shakes his head and it hurts to see him so defeated. “I told that woman that I hadn’t kissed anyone and that’s why I didn’t kiss her. And the look she gave me was so… I-I’ve gotten that look before, but… and I could just tell she was thinking freak, freak!”

“Spencer,” you say, voice cracked like an egg, and his name is the soft yolk spilling out. “Oh, Spence. You’re not a freak. I told you that when we were fourteen and I still mean it. Nothing is wrong with you for never kissing anyone. And someone who thinks there is isn’t a person you want to be intimate with anyway.”

He sighs. “I just feel like I’m falling behind.”

You press your lips together. Then you make a decision and stand. 

“Come on,” you say, offering your hand.

Spencer takes your hand and lets you pull him up. “Where’re we going?”

“To the couch,” you say, more casual than you feel. 

Spencer follows you to the couch and you sit. You take a deep breath.

“Who would you want to have your first kiss with?” you ask.

He shrugs. “No one comes to mind.”

You bite your lip. “What about me?”

Spencer blinks. “I—what?”

Suddenly, you’re overwhelmed with all of Spencer’s attention on you. It doesn’t normally overwhelm you but considering the circumstances… 

“Well, um. It would be low-pressure, right? I mean, we’ve known each other for so long.”

Spencer licks his lips. You track the movement, then look away, embarrassed.

“I guess so,” he says. “But won’t it be weird? Kissing each other?”

Yeah, probably. “No, I don’t think so. Well, a little, but it’s just so you don’t feel out of sorts when you go on a date. It’s, like, practice.” That last point feels a little weak.

“Practice,” Spencer repeats.

“Yeah.”

It’s still and silent for several painful moments, and that’s when you contemplate bolting and changing your address. But then Spencer speaks.

“Okay,” he says. “If you’re definitely sure about it.”

“I am,” you say. 

He nods. You take that as an invitation to scoot closer so you’re facing each other. Spencer brings one knee up so you can be within kissing distance.

“So, um.” You clear your throat. “So when you kiss someone, it’s important to find a place for your hands. They can be on their face or their waist or arms.”

Spencer nods. “Got it. Like this?”

He puts his hands on your waist. You stutter on your next breath. You hope Spencer doesn’t notice.

Look, you’re not blind, okay? Spencer’s tall and cute and smart and a sweetheart and your roommate in college once commented on how he’s got hands made to finger a woman, which you’ve never been able to forget, much as you’ve tried. 

So yeah. You know your best friend’s good looking. You know he’s a catch. 

Does that mean you can be absolutely emotionless while kissing him? Not so much. 

But you love Spencer. You’d do anything for him. 

“Yeah, good.” You drape your hands loosely around his neck, his curls tickling your fingers. “Okay?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then you make eye contact but not too much. Don’t scare them.”

Spencer smiles with half of his mouth. “Don’t scare them. Noted.”

You roll your eyes. “Smartass. Alright, then you, um…”

“Kiss?” he asks.

You nod. “Y-yeah. Then you lean in and kiss.”

You press your lips to Spencer’s lightly. His mouth is soft but he’s stiff, which means he’s going to kiss stiffly.

“Relax, Spencestar,” you say against his mouth. “‘S okay. Part your lips a little.”

“Like this?” he asks, his mouth losing some tension.

“Exactly. Fit your lips to mine.”

Spencer’s warm, his breath tickling your mouth. Your heart feels like it’s going to beat right up your throat and into Spencer. 

“I read about kissing,” he says. “For research.”

That makes you smile, a short laugh slipping out. You rest your forehead on his mouth by accident. 

“What?” he asks against your skin, smile clear in his voice. The sensation gives you shivers.

“Nothing. You’re sweet, Spence,” you say. 

You lift your head and close your eyes. And then you kiss him. 

Spencer kisses gently, which you never thought about in-depth, but experiencing it now, it makes sense that he does. He’s so gentle in everything else, from the way he opens doors to letting you have the last bite of pasta. Of course Spencer kisses the way he lives in the world: kindly. 

Your hands slip to his jaw to guide him. Your kisses are short first, to warm him up. You feel Spencer’s pulse in his neck under your palm, feel his easy hold on your hips, the way he twists a loose thread on your shirt.

“You can be a little more firm. Move your hands around,” you say, and Spencer nods.

He kisses you with a little more pressure, ever the quick learner. His hands travel up your spine and down, like he’s soothing you. It makes an unexpected sob work up your throat and you quickly swallow it down. 

You thread your hand through his hair, your senses completely surrounded by him. Spencer’s more confident now, pulling you into him slightly, curving your back with his palms. 

And before you do something really stupid, like kiss his neck or tell him you love him, you pull back. Spencer’s eyes fly open when yours do. 

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“No, no. You were good. That was good, Spencer. I just, uh… we’ve been kissing for a while, so I figured…”

“Oh.” His face turns pink. “Right, yeah.”

“Yeah.” You scratch your neck. “But that was good. It just takes practice.”

Spencer nods a lot. “Yes, of course. Like any skill.”

“Exactly.”

You drink your Ovaltine, needing to put your attention on anything but Spencer’s kiss-swollen lips. The Ovaltine is cold. You make a face.

“I’ll reheat it,” Spencer says, practically leaping from the couch. “Be right back.”

“I’ll try to get the movie started,” you say, making a beeline for the TV.

You turn it on, trying to calm your fluttering heart. This time, the movie plays with no issues. Of course when you want it to have issues so you don’t have to be curled up next to Spencer on the couch, it doesn’t. Figures. 

Hesitantly, you return to the couch. Spencer comes out a few minutes later with your reheated mugs. He gives you yours and sits on the far end of the couch.

“Want the blanket?” you ask.

He shakes his head. “I’m okay. I warmed up.”

The movie continues from where it froze. You and Spencer watch that one, then Home Alone 2, then the Muppets Christmas Carol. 

And it’s fine, it’s normal. It’s normal, except you’ve just kissed your best friend. And Spencer doesn’t curl up next to you under the blanket for the rest of the night. You get this sinking feeling, wondering if catching your best friend up comes at a bigger cost than you thought. 

[librarygarten]

Holiday Special: Links x Reader - New Year's Kiss HC

Where I live, it's a tradition to kiss your partner on New Year's Eve. Let's celebrate with some Links (+Ravio)! Warning: pure, tooth-rotting fluff below the cut. Consult a dentist before proceeding

Sky

An absolute blushing mess leading up to it, but he manages to hype himself up. He’s the Hero of the Skies. He fought a demon and won. He can handle a kiss… right?

Gives you a firm kiss with his lips pressed together, kind of like a cartoon character

He’s a bit off-center and pulls away right after

Give you a nervous smile and a cute little half laugh

In his head, he’s kicking himself for doing that. In his opinion, that was probably the worst kiss he could have given you to start off the new year.

Until you pull him back in for a proper kiss

Boy just melts and lets you do your thing

Four

He literally cannot reach unless you bend down, but asking you to do that seems wrong to him

He tries to sneakily get you to sit down next to him so height isnt an issue

His kisses are surprisingly soft, especially compared to his calloused hands that cup your cheeks

He’s really hesitant to pull away

If he splits, though, my Hylia have mercy on you

All four of them try to kiss you at the same time.

Key word: try.

They end up headbutting each other and you. Ice packs are gotten. Apologies are said.

Time

He is lowkey not having a great time trying to stay up

He’s old. He’s tired. His knees hurt. Let him go to bed :(

At this point, the only thing keeping him from face planting into the mattress is the fact that he gets to kiss you at midnight.

The moment the clock strikes 12, he pulls you in by your hips and kisses you

It’s the kind of kiss people who have been married for years share. Neither of you pull away for a very long time.

He always tries to get closer to you when ya’ll kiss, and tonight is no exception. Ya’ll are literally hugging but he tries to hold you tighter and kiss you deeper.

Legend

It’s not a custom in his Hyrule, but hearing you talk about it makes him scoff

Why does he need to wait until midnight to kiss you? How is that different from any other time? He could kiss you right now!

Is huffing in annoyance watching the clock count down to the new year.

Then you bend down and capture his lips in your own as it hits midnight

“There! Now the first thing we did this year is kiss!” You smile happily at him

Legend.exe has stopped working

He's red as a tomato for the rest of the night. Maybe the tradition isn’t so stupid after all.

Hyrule

His Hyrule also doesn’t have New Years, but he’s very interested to learn about this custom

It sounds so romantic! He can’t think of a better way to kick off the new year

He’d be a blushing mess even before the countdown gets close

You want the very first thing you do next year… to kiss him

If it wasn’t obvious enough already, boy is smitten

When you kiss him, you swear his pupils turn into hearts

Will pull you back in for another one

Twilight

He pulls you in by your hips, places a hand on the small of your back, and kisses you for as long as you’ll allow.

He actually started a bit early. That way, the last and first thing he did that year was kiss you

When you finally pull away, his gaze is so soft

He holds you for a bit longer after that, just glad you’re here, with him.

If you’re with the chain, someone will yell at you two to get a room

Alternatively: Turns into Wolfie at the last second and licks half of your face

Super tender or absolute menace. There is no in-between.

Warriors

He’s a little shit about it

He’ll kiss you every hour, on the hour, because “It’s the New Year in a different timezone”

Even after it hits midnight, he’ll keep on going for as long as you two stay up

And he doesn’t even have the decency to give you proper kisses. Just quick pecks on the corner of your mouth.

He knows it flusters you, which only adds more fuel to the fire.

If you want to shut him up, just grab him by his scarf and pull him in for a bit harsher kiss. Leave him gasping for breath, then walk away.

He will go BEET RED and stop his antics… for a while

Wild

Forgot it was a custom. Like, full on forgot he was supposed to kiss you when midnight hit.

Someone else reminds him of it after the fact and he instantly feels like the worst partner in the history of the entire world.

Sprints to where you’re standing and just tackles you into a kiss

You, who was a bit bummed out and not expecting this, fall to the ground with him on top of you

He apologises profusely, first for knocking you over, then for forgetting to kiss you

Ofc you forgive him

He keeps kissing you the rest of the night and even the next day to make up for it

Wind (Aged Up)

He’s got his arm slung around your shoulder, drink in hand, watching the clock count down

Gets super into the 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 chant

As soon as he’s done screaming “HAPPY NEW YEAR!” at the top of his lungs, he plants a fat, wet kiss on your cheek

You push him away and wipe the honestly disgusting amount of saliva off your face while laughing

He laughs at your reaction, but it’s short-lived, as you also give him a big smooch on the cheek

Now it’s his turn to wipe off his face

Tetra filmed the whole thing

Bonus!

Ravio

Lorule hasn’t had holidays in a while, and even if they did, they don’t have this particular New Years tradition

So he is caught completely off guard when you pull him in for a kiss at midnight

A stuttering, blushing mess

Once you explain what the custom is, he blushes even harder

Pulls his hood down over his face to hide from the world. The notion that he is loved this much is still so foreign to him. What do you mean the first thing you wanted to do this year is kiss him?

You just kiss his hood’s bunny face as well

Please, have mercy on his soul. He’s not strong enough to endure this

Koridai (I have only seen a couple bits of his game)

I’m sorry, Link “how about a kiss for good luck” Koridai

Sooo smug about it. Expects a full make-out session at midnight

When the countdown begins, he closes his eyes and puckers his lips, stretching his neck out in your direction

His hands are folded near his cheek, and one leg is off the floor, toes pointed

It’s honestly a miracle he doesn’t fall over, especially considering he took the pose pretty early in the countdown

You give him a peck on the lips, then pull away

“Aww, babe, that’s it? :(“

[urperfectcinnamonroll07]

Naughty Little Elf

requested?: no pairing(s): Drew Starkey x afab!reader genre: smut warning(s): orgasm denial, oral (f recieving), fingering, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (put at least a scarf on it guys, c'mon, dont want it freezing off), breeding kink, drew having to leave on christmas day to go film (sad, i know), reader is giving housewife icl, light choking, spanking summary: 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘮𝘦 word count: 1.7k a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!!! I hope you all had an absolutely amazing christmas wherever you were in the world, i know i will because i was so so so excited for christmas! remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! (p.s. i know this is out so late, it may as well be a new years gift, but i completely forgot about it and plus i had writers block for the best part of the while i was off)

being famous was tough. especially around christmas. but your boyfriend, drew, tried everything he could to make the holidays work. he had to film a lot, and that meant having to leave for a day to get some filming done on christmas eve and a couple hours on christmas.

he wasn’t gone all day on christmas, only a couple hours. you both woke up next to each other on the morning and went into the living room to open gifts you had gotten each other and gifts that your parents, family and friends had delivered to your home. breakfast was also fun, you both had a few laughs and then showered together. then drew had to leave for filming, so you had the house to yourself for a while.

you didn’t think that on christmas day drew would have to leave the house to film, so you bought an outfit. an elf outfit. but it was a lot more slutty than just a normal elf outfit. it was red and green, like the traditional elf outfits, but it had a lot of cleavage with lace going down the v-cut. it didn’t leave much to the imagination. and it only went down to around mid-thigh with a fluffy bit on the end of the skirt.

you also wore some red stockings along with some green heels with red bottoms, and began going around the house. you send pictures to drew as you went, showing you in the elf outfit, cleaning up the wrapping paper and the gifts that were strewn all over the living room floor. drew only replied to your last photo which was sent right as he was about to leave the set to come back home for dinner with a ‘naughty little elf’. you giggled to yourself before setting the table.

you started preparing the christmas dinner you had made, sorting out the vegetables that you had prepped the night before, and got the turkey out of the oven. you heard the front door open and drew call out.

“kitchen” you called back, hearing him taking his shoes and coat off before padding to the kitchen in his socks.

you turned around and saw him stood in the doorway, he made a small whistle sound as he looked you up and down. you smiled softly, plating up the dinner, asking him if he wanted gravy, he just walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing your neck slightly

“fuck the food, i want you” he whispered in your eat softly. you turned around with a smirk on your face. “bend over the counter, i wanna eat that pretty pussy of yours before fucking you likr the naughty little slut you are”

you immediately did as you were told, moving to a clean counter and bending over it. your dress rode up until your ass was on display, you weren’t wearing any panties, obviously. behind you, you heard drew let out a breath. your pussy was soaking, your wetness dripping down your thighs, begging to be touched.

it didn’t take long before drew was kneeling behind you, pulling your thighs apart to get a good view of your dripping pussy. he then attached his lips onto your clit straight away, sucking and licking as you moaned lewdly, trying to grip onto anything you could to give yourself at least a bit of leverage and to ground you from the mind blowing pleasure.

it hadn’t been long since you and drew last had sex, but it certainly hadn’t been a short time either, but the way he was sucking and licking at your pussy had you whimpering and moaning in a way only drew could get you. you kept on whimpering as your pussy was attacked by kitten licks, sucks and occasionally soft bites.

it didn’t take long before he had you at the brink of an orgasm, the burn in your stomach burning brighter and brighter until the knot forming threatened to snap. your moans started to get more breathless and desperate, a telltale sign to drew that you were close. but then all of your pleasure was taken away as fast as it came. drew wiped his mouth and stood up.

“not comin’ yet, you hear me slut?” drew said harshly, you could only let out a small whimper in response, but drew landed a harsh slap to your pussy in response. you jolted forwards and let out a moan at the feeling, the burn simmering away. “you’re gonna count how many i give you, and if you get it right, i’ll let you come, yeah? sound good my little whore?”

you tried your hardest to talk, but no words came out, so instead you just nodded which landed you another harsh slap to your pussy.

“count, whore” he orders simply, but you knew it had a lot behind it. it was forceful, so you counted.

“one” you said softly.

“good girl” he cooed in your ear softly.

he landed another three slaps on your pussy and made you count a little after, allowing the burn on your clit to simmer away until he replaced it by another harsh smack. it felt good, so good that you were whimpering and moaning before you counted, but it was so damn good you could barely even help it anymore, they just slipped out.

he finished it off with another three slaps and left you there for a little while. the slaps were far enough apart that they wouldn’t make you come, but they weren’t that far apart that you couldn’t still feel the burn of the last while getting the next one.

but drew was proud of you for managing to keep up with counting, so he got back on his knees to come face to face with your neglected and puffy clit. you whimpered when you felt him flick it softly. the burn of the slaps quickly faded when you felt hid tongue flatten against your pussy and lick a stripe up. he then went back down and sucked on your clit a few times, eliciting the most delicious moans and whimpers from you there could ever be.

you could quickly feel your orgasm approaching again, warning drew through moans and pants, he knew you were close. he kept you going until you were right on the brink of an orgasm before pulling his mouth away and sitting back on his knees, wiping his mouth again.

he stood up and smacked your arse, making you jolt forwards.

“i said you could come, but i didn’t say you could come on my tongue” he said softly, you could hear the sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor, followed by clothes before he pushed inside of you.

“fuck-“ you almost scream, it was so fast that you barely had time to adjust to him before he was grabbing your hips, pulling his cock out of you before slamming back into you.

he reached forwards and pulled down the lace of the top of the outfit down and letting your tits spill out, he massaged and pinched at your nipple, mostly massaging them to keep you in place while he pistoled his hips in and out of you. his pace was harsh and fast as he wanted to try his hardest to bring you to edge as fast as he possibly could.

you were helplessly moaning as he pulled you up by the hair so his chest was to your back. you threw your head back on his shoulder as he kept thrusting into you, hitting all the right spots in your tiny little pussy.

“turn around, don’t let me slip out” he says into your neck as he was leaving more marks on you.

“what?” you ask softly, it hadn’t registered in your fucked out brain what he was asking you to do. he let out a soft growl and flipped you over himself, making sure his cock never left the softness of your fucked out pussy.

you moaned at the new position, your legs were now wrapped around his waist, he was holding you against the counter and sucking and biting at your neck, making a ton of marks.

you could feel his cock hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over again, which made you feel like you were about to come all over his cock with each and every thrust. your nails were digging into his shoulders, making him look up at you and smirk, taking in your fucked out expression. he chuckled as he realised just how close to coming you actually were.

your expression, however, spurred him on more than ever, making his hips fuck into you with a renowned pace, making you feel like you were about to come. the coil in your stomach was slowly starting to tighten. you let him know you were about to come through pathetic whimpers and moans.

“oh i know” he cooed “feels so good huh? just want to come all over my cock huh? wanna have every drop of my cum inside of this pretty little pussy just to show that you’re mine huh? want me to get you pregnant you fucking bitch?” you couldn’t do much but whimper in response, he knew that was a yes, but he still wanted you to say it, so he reached behind where he was holding your thigh and smacked your arse harshly, making you yelp.

“i do! i want your cum inside of me- oh god- fuck- get me pregnant like the little slut i am” you moan out shamelessly.

and that’s when the coil snapped. your liquids dripped from your pussy to his balls. your walls that were already tight clamped around his length, making him groan. it was only a few more thrusts before you felt him spill his cum inside of you. but he didn’t stop, he pumped himself inside of you a couple more times before pulling out entirely.

he set you back down on the floor gently, keeping his arm around your waist to keep you standing due to your shaking legs. you both quickly got washed and went back downstairs, warming your dinner up in the microwave before sitting down and beginning to eat.

best. christmas. ever.

[ghost-proofbaby]

thinking about getting hot chocolate and going to look at christmas lights with eddie.

it all would definitely start because you guys have run out of the hot cocoa supplies at home, and eddie will find any excuse to go and get some from your favorite local coffee shop. it just tastes better from there, he always claims (and he says the same thing about you making it for him at home). thinking about the way you both end up with whipped cream mustaches, sweetened upper lips with tongues covered in chocolate as you get back in his van, all bundled up and clinging to your warm cups for a sliver of reprieve from the cold december outside. you’d assume you’re just going to return home, until eddie starts to take a detour in the drive and oh no how did we end up in this fancy neighborhood where everyone has extravagant decorations? oh well!

he knew exactly what he was doing, though. he just wanted to watch you watch the lights. the way your eyes get all wild, the way your grin is so youthful and just brimming with whimsical excitement. the way you get so extraordinarily excited over something that should be mundane after living through 20+ christmases. all these houses do this every year — the two of you make the same detour every single year. it shouldn’t all be so new to you; and yet you always react like it is, drinking it in like it’s the first time you’ve tasted milk chocolate frothing with melted whipped cream and it’s the first time you’ve ever seen shining lights that resemble icicles dripping from rooftops. and the entire time, he’s looking at you like it’s the first time. the first time he’s laid eyes on you, the first time he’s wanted to kiss your lips so badly his own start to ache, the first time he’s ever seen the color green reflected in someone’s iris just right.

every time he takes you, it’s like he’s getting to fall in love with you all over again. he loves it — he loves you.

the only difference as the years go by is the way you look at him, each year with more fondness he didn’t think was possible. for every excited gasp you let out at reindeers made of crystal lights and blow up santas swaying in the unforgiving wind, you’re looking at him with double the warmth, double the love, double the awe.

he hits nearly every mailbox. several cars are nearly victim to a terrible scraping from his van. he swerves all over neighborhood roads just to keep his eyes on you.

“why are you looking at me like that, munson?”

it feels like the first time you’ve ever said his name, too.

“just enjoying the sights,” he’d whisper, smiling so gently and subtly, taking his foot off the gas and letting the van crawl a lil bit slower so you can gaze at the next house a lil longer.

and when you twist up your face, his heart clenches in time with the twitch of your nose.

“the sights? you’re not even looking out your window at the lights-“

and unlike the first time he took you around to see the lights, to begin this new sacred tradition, he kisses you. leans right over his center console, takes your face in his heated palms, and presses his lips to yours till he can’t tell if the caramel drizzle he’s tasting is from your hot cocoa or his. let’s the icy tip of your nose smash against his. let’s your scarf unravel from around your neck as he brings you in closer.

you might always love the christmas likes like they’re something brand new, a sight to behold, a magic to be held, but he’ll always love you like that. and then some.

[inkbitten]

TWST THIRD YEARS ON A SNOW DAY.

cater, trey, idia, rook, leona, lilia, malleus. (no vil because i'm not entiiireeely confident writing him yet, sorry. <3)

cater is absolutely enthused when the announcement of classes being closed goes up on NCR's official magicam account. you don't even get to learn the news yourself when you wake up in the morning, because he's blowing up your phone.

ding, ding, ding!

(TXT.) hey, (nickname.) did u heaarrr?

ding, ding, ding!

(TXT.) we have off! :p ur going to visit me right? <3

you feel like you don't have much of a choice. after all, how often does a school of magic have days off due to the weather? scarf wrapped tightly, you brave the walk to the house of mirrors from ramshackle dorm. however, you manage to come across cater halfway.

"thank the seven," he mutters gratefully. he quickly approaches, wrapping his arms tightly around you. "it's so cold! let's hurry to ramshackle."

"to.. ramshackle?"

"haha! riddle gave me permission to go to you. i figured i'd save you the trip. i guess the snow's messing with your signal.. uh, maybe we actually should go to heartslabyul."

trey doesn't get a lot of relaxed days like this. he figures that it would be a nice day to continue his tradition of snow day cookies. but.. too many people are using the kitchen today, so you offer ramshackle's kitchen. after all, crowley finally provided the funds for a much needed renovation.

trey merrily accepts, and gets right down to business. he catches the way you're watching, and offers to let you help him. together, you roll out the cookie dough and use cutters to make little shapes. it's a silly set from the mystery shop- designed as little bats, wizard hats, and wands.

you're so into it that you don't notice your face being slowly caked in powder until you hear him begin to laugh. trey reaches out, gently swiping a portion of flour from your cheek.

"ha.. hahaha! you should be a little more careful, you know."

shishishi.. a day off? perfect! idia now has more time to grind on his gacha games for more ten pulls! he used to pray for days like thi-.. eh? you want to hang out?!

fine. but know that idia doesn't plan on leaving his room today. he invites you in, letting you sit comfortably in his lap while he games. ..you know, he doesn't trust just anyone to do this!

rook is absolutely fascinated with the beautiful way that the snow cascades from the sky, decorating the ground that was flowing with lush grass only a month ago. you can hear his exclamation of 'magnifique!' from the window.

"..oh. that's just rook." you mutter, shrugging as you continue to wipe the window. "wait, what is he doing here?!"

rook doesn't bother knocking as he enters ramshackle dorm. you're already familiar enough with each other after all, no?

"y/n!" he chirps, strolling over to you as if he did not just barge in. "go ahead and put some warmer clothes on. i'd like to take you on a walk."

"a walk..? now?"

"but of course! the scenery outside is a beauty i'd like to share with you in its prime. go on, now." he gently nudges you along, making you believe you don't have much of a choice.

"alright, alright.."

leona is more than content to spend the day lazing about. but, you. ugh.. you. you had to send him that text about hanging out today. how can the gruff leona say no to you?

he ends up outside of your door half an hour after leaving you on read. honestly, you didn't expect him to even open the message itself, let alone show up at ramshackle!

"..leona." you murmur, pleasantly surprised. "come on in."

leona enters, scooping you up along the way. what? his plans today were to relax. i hope you're ready to spend most of the day watching TV and napping, y/n.

you had, unfortunately, not gotten the memo about school being closed for the day. you would have if your phone was charged, but the outlet suddenly stopped working! the weird thing is, the electricity everywhere else was fine..

you arrive to the school, completely prepared to begin the day. but.. the door doesn't open. you shake around the door handle, but to no avail. lilia, who was watching nearby, begins to laugh.

"l-lilia?" you stutter in surprise, staring like a deer caught in headlights. he likes this expression on you.

"malleus was wondering why you weren't at ramshackle. you know that the school's closed, right? didn't you get the email?"

"what? can't they just.. magic away the snow? -why are you here then?!"

lilia lets out another airy laugh. "silver left behind a book he was reading, so i came to retrieve it." he waves his hand, and the door magically opens. "come with me. it's cold out here."

as much as lilia wants to bring silver's book back, being alone together on campus has too many fun possibilities.. why don't you play hide and seek with him, y/n?

malleus is elated when you invite him to ramshackle. he does not spare a goodbye to anyone around him, and instead instantly teleports to ramshackle.

"child of man," he calls, tiers curved into a smile that you doubt will ever vanish from his lips. "what shall we do on this 'snow day'?"

"why.. don't we make a snowman?" you suggest.

"a snowman?" ah, yes. he's made his fair share with lilia, silver, and sebek. "very well. we'll make the most amazing snowman anyone's ever seen."

with that abrupt declaration, he begins to walk outside. too caught up in the moment, he forgets that you still need to put on your coat, scarf, gloves, and snow boots. when you get outside, you find him pacing.

"..mallleus?"

"-oh, right." he clears his throat. "i will begin to roll snow. find us sticks for the arms."

after spending a few hours indoors, you both decide to wrap up by drinking hot cocoa in doors. you yawn drowsily, leaning into him.

"..today was nice."

"yes, it was."

[sakurapika]

🧧🎊Reviewing New Year Sale Outfits in Twisted Wonderland: 2025 Edition🎍🎉

Last year, I rambled about how much I love playing TWST around New Year, or oshogatsu (お正月), as it is the biggest holiday of the year for my family and for many people living in Japan. The New Year Sale event combines many of my favorite things: tradition, clothing, and the cast of TWST!

So, this year, I am making another post to admire the new, elaborate outfits, and we can admire the details together!

Just as a heads-up: this post features spoilers for the upcoming JP event. If you're looking for my review on the new Rook, Trey, Jade, and Ortho cards for the upcoming English sever event, they are in the post I made last year.

Malleus Draconia (SSR)

I'm so happy that they made a card for Malleus before the Year of the Dragon has officially ended!

This has to be one of my favorite new cards in the whole game. I've always been a huge fan of historical and fantasy dramas. Compared to the other boys, who are dressed in more modern versions of kimono, Malleus has a very antiquated appearance, and it would really make him stand out among others.

His outfit resembles the clothing that men wore in the Heian Period, like in the image below (source here). A lot of Japanese stories regarding yokai and mythical creatures comes from this time period (like Onmyoji, both the practice and the setting of the game), so it suits Malleus very well. I hope to see more historical outfits for Malleus in the future!

Black was usually associated with government officials, while I think princes wore something more colorful. Seeing Malleus wearing a different color, though, is like seeing a tiger without stripes!

I'm really excited to read about his adventures in retail. How will this mythical, revered prince deal with overly-dramatic customers this holiday season??? We'll have to stay tuned!

Overall, I rate this outfit a 12 zodiac animals/10.

Jack Howl (SSR)

I know he's a wolf, but doesn't Jack get cold? He's not even wearing a sweater...

I like the fur jacket (?) he is wearing, though. It reminds me of Sebek's jacket from the New Year Sale event in 2023. I know that Deuce wore something different, but wouldn't it be cool if all the first-years were matching in some way?

The sleeveless turtleneck and the gloves are A LOOK, though. I also like his striped hakama and the decoration in his hair.

Honestly, I would love to have Jack as my coworker. Since his duo is with Floyd, I wonder how he's going to fare...

Anyway, 12/10 for Jack as well.

Floyd Leech (SR)

Last year, I was a really big fan of the outfit they gave Jade, so I am naturally a big fan of Floyd's outfit as well. I've always liked how the artists have managed to distinguish the two brothers while giving them similar outfits. Here, they've swapped the colors of their haori and their kimono.

His kimono-scarf-hat combo, which combines Western and Japanese elements, are very reminiscent of the Taisho Era.

Now I have to imagine Floyd and Jade traveling together as door-to-door salesmen, selling counterfeit kitchenware that explode confetti in your face instead of heating up the pork cutlet you bought at the convenience store.

But, unfortunately, they're such a convincing duo that you might just have to take those appliances anyway...

Rating: 11/10 (like his brother, lol).

Jamil Viper (SR)

Now that the Year of the Dragon is coming to a close, we are ready to welcome in the Year of the Snake.

Part of why I love this event so much is seeking how the artists work with the usual kimono silhouette and alter it to match the vibe of each character, reflecting their tastes and backgrounds. I've seen people wear hoodies with kimono before, and I'm honestly not surprised to see Jamil wearing one himself. The yellow belt from the Scarabia uniforms being used as an obi is also a nice touch.

There's also a lot to be said about how Jamil's face is partly hidden, with long, drapey sleeves, and how his outfit consists of mostly dark colors, while Kalim's outfit in the first New Year event is primarily red with the sleeves rolled up. I'm excited to collect the fanart of them together.

In general, I'm glad that they've given Jamil long sleeves. I've always imagined that it's cold at NRC, and in a desert like at Scarabia, people need to protect their skin from sun exposure, so the Scarabia uniforms have always low-key bothered me a little.

Given that the New Year Sale event has always been a competition between teams, I wonder how the story will play out between the two teams. Between Malleus-Jamil and Jack-Floyd, we have some pretty strong contenders. (Of course, I know Sam is probably going to give both teams the same rewards, but maybe the story will throw a curveball at us again, haha...)

Rating for Jamil: 12/10

Overall, I'm very happy with this lineup of cards, especially with the presence of Malleus and Jamil, since they match the zodiac animals. Since 2026 will be the Year of the Horse, maybe we'll have Riddle, Epel, and/or Silver?

Anyway, I'm glad oshogatsu is coming, because I've had enough of the Year of the Dragon (sorry, Malleus). For all my friends who don't celebrate Year of the Snake until Lunar New Year, hang in there and stay safe! 🧧

[anexcellentshot]

Merry Hexmas to all, and to all a good night

Summary: The gang celebrates Christmas together. AU where no one dies and everyone lives.

WC: 1,634

Rating: G

Characters/Pairings: Caitlyn x Vi, Jayce x Viktor, Jinx x Ekko, Heimerdinger, Isha

Tags: wholesome, fluff, Christmas fluff, Christmas AU, established pairings, found family

“It’s fucking freezing!” Vi screeched.

“Well, winter is my favorite season, so you better cheer up,” Caitlyn chirped.

“Why would I cheer up if I feel like my nose is about to fall off? Winter is only a favorite season if you knew you’d be warm. Why are we in a forest, Cait?” Vi grunted, terribly underdressed. Caitlyn was wearing a thick red knit scarf, beanie, and mittens. Vi settled for a jacket. Just a jacket.

“No, babe, it’s not a forest. It’s a farm. A Christmas tree farm! My family and I would pick out a fresh tree every year, so, since they aren’t around, I wanted you to be in on the tradition this year.” As Caitlyn’s eye lit up, Vi felt herself warm up. Any hint of annoyance dissipated.

Suddenly, Vi’s eyes refocused on the trees. Families of all sizes were poking and prodding at pine trees, mimicking putting ornaments on, trying to imagine what each tree might look like in their homes. Vi had never seen people so carefree. Their problems were seeing if the tree was going to fit through their mansion’s door.

But the Christmas cheer was infectious to Vi, especially when her girlfriend looked just as innocent and childlike as the very first time she’d bought a tree.

Vi and Caitlyn made their way through the trees, rolling pine needles between their fingers, inhaling the woodsy smell. Vi had never been around so much… green before, farm or not.

Eventually, they settled on a tree a few feet taller than Caitlyn. She couldn’t reach the top, even on her tiptoes. An ideal height.

* * *

“We can help you, you know,” Caitlyn said.

“No, it’s cool, I got it,” Jayce huffed, his shoulders shaking under the weight of the tree. He thought it was a great idea to carry it himself into the Kiramman house. Vi rolled her eyes and hoisted the trunk up, lightening the weight for him.

“...Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

The fireplace was crackling, the plush carpet filled with toys and plushies. Isha held up a wooden airplane, which Jinx immediately crashed with her own wooden airplane. “BOOM.” Jinx mimicked an explosion with her hand, making Isha giggle and clap with delight. Together, Jayce and Vi put the tree down, its branches flopping from the effort. Taking a deep breath, Jayce braced himself to pick it off the ground, until Caitlyn pulled it up one-handed, winking at Vi. The jukebox played some soft Christmas jazz. Viktor tapped his foot from his seat, humming along, comfortably watching everyone scurry around. As best as they could, the group sat in a circle, warmed by the fire. Caitlyn and Vi held hands, with Caitlyn propped up on a chair and Vi cross-legged on the floor. Across from Vi, Jinx and Isha were rolling around the carpet. Jayce and Viktor were on the same couch, nestled in blankets.

Once Jinx saw the tree, she squealed, “Let’s light it up, baby!”

“You are not blowing up our brand new Christmas tree, Powder.” Vi scoffed.

“It’s Jinx,” Caitlyn and Jinx said at the same time.

“I changed your diapers,” Vi deadpanned. “You’re still my Powder.”

“Huh, okay, Vi-o-let,” Jinx scrunched up her nose and stuck her tongue out as Vi turned away. “And I’m not blowing it up! I’m just… using pyrotechnics.”

The doorbell rang, echoing throughout the Kiramman house. “It’s open!” Caitlyn yelled. Ekko rolled in on his hoverboard, weighed down by a satchel.

“Babe!” Jinx hopped up from her spot and kissed him on the cheek. Blushing, Ekko plopped down on the floor beside Isha, who wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Vi would never get tired of seeing her sisters happy.

“Do we… all have our Secret Santa gifts?” Caitlyn said, pulling a bag out from underneath her chair. Ekko dumped the satchel out on the ground, which was filled with gifts of various sizes.

“I was assigned as pack mule from her, and her, and her, and him.” Ekko pointed to the entire group except Jayce and Caitlyn.

Jayce raised an eyebrow at Viktor, who shrugged. “Why carry it myself if I have a kind soul to bring joy for me?”

Caitlyn opened her mouth to begin instructing everyone to give their gifts in a chain, one by one, announcing each —

“I’ll start!” Jinx yelped. She tossed a small square box at Caitlyn, wrapped with a single piece of newspaper.

“Oh, thank you, Jinx,” Cait muttered, bristling over the interruption. When she opened the package, it was a black shred of fabric with white lace trim. Her face paled.

“Did you get me… a thong?”

“No! Ew! No, silly,” Jinx snatched it from Caitlyn’s hand and put it over the left side of her face. “It’s a new eyepatch for you! To match the lingerie my sister got you.”

Caitlyn and Vi’s faces both flushed pink, stunned in silence. Viktor coughed into his laughter, while Jayce cringed at the thought.

“Alright, er, thanks, Jinx.” Desperate to change the subject, she pulled a bag from behind her. “Mine is for Ekko.” Caitlyn nudged the bag towards him, seven pieces of tissue paper in perfect wisps from the bag.

His face lit up. Ekko pushed the tissue paper aside to pull out a cassette player, tapes, and headphones.

“For when you ride,” Cait said, nodding towards his hoverboard propped up against the wall.

Ekko turned over the cassette player in his hand with a grin. “Ah, thanks Cait!”

He had a gift propped up in his lap already and tossed it at Vi, whose face lit up. Until she dated Caitlyn, she never expected gifts on holidays, let alone wrapped ones. Vi unwrapped it and threw her head back, laughing as she pulled out a mouth guard.

“Because you block with your face,” Ekko smirked.

Vi put it in her pocket. “Appreciated.” She tossed a haphazardly wrapped box to Jayce, which Viktor caught instead. Jayce, just as excited, tore open the paper and pulled out a shirt that said “BABYGIRL” across the chest. His eyes darted between the shirt and Vi’s facial expression.

“So you can wear a shirt when you work, for once,” she snickered.

Jayce scoffed, “Thanks, I think?” He turned to Viktor. “I have your gift. Close your eyes.”

“Should we leave?” Jinx groaned.

Viktor covered his eyes. “Ugh, I knew it,” he overheard Vi.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now,” Jayce said. When Viktor lifted his hands, Jayce was shirtless with a massive bow across his chest, complete with jazz hands. “It’s me!”

“I can see that, Jayce, thank you,” Viktor said, his lips curling into a smile.

“And these,” Jayce pulled a small wrapped box from his pocket. As Viktor pulled the paper off of the box, he fully grinned, pulling a pair of gold-plated safety goggles. “Thank you, for both… gifts,” Viktor said, kissing Jayce on the forehead.

Vi took Jayce’s gift and pulled it over his head, scoffing. “Put this on, Babygirl, and save us the sight.”

“Last gift. For both you and Isha,” Viktor said, nudging a massive present to the two girls on the carpet.

“Open at the same time?” Jinx asked. With eyes just as bright, Isha nodded and pulled at one end of the wrapping paper.

It was a chemistry set, complete with glassware, beakers, and brightly colored chemicals. Caitlyn’s eye flashed with panic. Without even looking at her, Viktor said, “Don’t worry, Caitlyn, they aren’t explosives, just reagents.” Her shoulders did not relax at all until she looked over at Vi, whose eyes were glittering as well.

“I love it! Isha, what do you think?!” Jinx yelped as Isha clung to the chemistry set, then ran over to Viktor and wrapped her arms around his legs in gratitude.

As they all thanked each other, the doorbell rang, and a giant cardboard box jingled and waddled towards the tree. Behind the box, a fluffy figure emerged with a banjo strapped to his back.

“Heimerdinger! You made it!” Jayce stuck out his hand for Heimerdinger to shake. The Yordle offered a cheerful nod, panting from the effort of carrying the box.

“I brought several decorations,” Heimerdinger said. Isha peered into the box, seeing ornaments glow in different colors.

“Are these Hex…?” Jayce’s eyes widened.

“Goodness, no. These are just replicas. Merry Hexmas, everyone!” Heimerdinger said.

“Merry Hexmas,” Vi echoed, pouring out drinks into glasses.

The group circled around the tree, sticking on ornaments of different shapes and sizes: frosted glass, working clocks, glowing blue stones, tiny hammers, grenades hung by the pin (much to Caitlyn’s disdain), and clay cupcakes, just to name a few.

Once the tree was almost at its brightest, there was one last piece missing. Jayce got on all fours, Jinx hopped on top of him, and Isha climbed all the way up to Jinx’s palms. Isha tried to place the star on top of the tree. It slipped from her fingers, almost shattering, until Ekko caught it and tossed it back to Isha, the group breathing a collective sigh of relief. As Isha placed the star on the top of the tree, small fireworks lit up all around it.

“Couldn’t do Christmas without some pyrotechnics,” Heimerdinger chirped. Caitlyn shut off all of the lights, so the tree was the only source illuminating the rest of their house, their faces glowering with joy.

When the stars began to dance across the sky, Heimerdinger pulled out his banjo and the group of misfits sang:

It’s the best time of year

For the family

It’s a wonderful feeling,

Feel the love in the room from the floor to the ceiling

It’s that time of year

Christmastime is here

until the fires flickered out and they all fell asleep in a cozy bundle on the carpet.

* * *

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! If you liked this, please support with Kudos on AO3 here! Currently working on a slow burn CaitVi musician AU and some one shots, so stay tuned!

Disclaimer: I don’t own *NSYNC or “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays.” I wish I did.

[foxy-eva]

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner Holiday Headcanons

for @coastalchutoy as part of my New Year's Celebration

After Spencer finished knitting the scarf for his Doctor Who cosplay he starts working on a Christmas sweater for Aaron. It takes him a long time since they spend a lot of time with each other and he wants to keep it a secret, but he finishes it right before the holidays.

Aaron is genuinely happy about the surprise and wears the sweater every chance he gets.

To everyone's surprise, Aaron actually wears the sweater to the holiday party at the BAU (even though it is hideous).

Aaron knows that Spencer didn't really celebrate Christmas as a child due to his mother's illness, so he really wants him to feel loved around the holidays. They spend as much quality time as possible.

The first time Aaron and Spencer go on a walk to look at all the decorated houses in the neighborhood, it warms both of their hearts to be able to spend this time of year together.

Spencer quickly becomes part of every holiday tradition Aaron has with his son. Spencer is there to decorate the tree with them, to go visit Santa in the mall and to bake cookies.

Even though Spencer helped packing all the present, he still displays a similar child-like wonder in his eyes as Jack when the whole family enters the living room on Christmas morning.

On New Year's Eve Spencer confesses to Aaron that he had never had a New Year's kiss before. Of course that would change that night.

Author's Note: I made this post for my current celebration. Please note that I don't usually take requests for mlm ships!

[callivich]

Reblog for your followers to send you questions!

How do you think the Christmas celebrations happen for everyone post-canon?

What do you think were the favourite Gallagher Christmas traditions for the kids?

Do you think Ian and Mickey enjoy anything about the winter or are they wishing for spring?

What hot drinks do Ian and Mickey enjoy?

If Ian and Mickey tried to build a snowman, would they be successful? Who makes a better snowman?

Do they ever light a scented winter candle, if so….what is the scent?

Does showering/bathing together become more frequent in the colder months?

Which winter movies do they watch?

How often does the fireplace get used? (Is it ever turned off?!)

Who puts on the first Christmas song?

When they were younger, how obsessed was Ian with Mickey’s winter scarf?

Who was the first one to consider giving the other one a Christmas present or wish the other one Happy Christmas?

What are Ian’s thoughts over the years about Mickey’s bulky, warm jackets?

Did they ever dream about meeting up together during the winter when they were younger?

Does Ian (post-canon) have any special food or drinks he wants to try during the winter?

Do they like decorating their apartment in the West Side?

Where do they get their Christmas tree from? Buy it? Steal it?

What dirty/rude Christmas decorations do they have?

Do you think either of them have a Christmas they kind of liked when they were a child?

Who would win in a snowball fight?

Who shovels the driveway if they ever have that problem?

Who hates the cold more?

How would they cope if they got snowed in?

What are their favourite types of winter clothes to wear?

What are their favourite types of winter clothes to see the other one wear?

Do either of them ever get roped into dressing up as Santa for Franny and Freddie? How does this go?

What are their favourite winter smells?

Do Ian and Mickey enjoy any spooky wintery ghost stories?

How many blankets do they have on their bed?

When do they put up Christmas decorations? When do they take them down?

Do they like any winter sports?

How do they warm each other up when they’re cold?

If they wear Christmas jumpers, what kind do they wear?

If they both get sick at the same time, how do they cope?

Pick one New Year’s Eve at any point in pre-canon/canon/post-canon, what’s happening?

Do they have any wintery nicknames for each other?

Any other wintery headcanons?

Favourite wintery fanfic/fanart/gifset/edit?

[thegettingbyp2]

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‘Okay, I’ve got the snacks, you’ve got the blankets, are we ready?’

‘Press play!’

Spencer Reid had been your best friend for years and the two of you had a tradition where you weren’t allowed to watch Doctor Who without the other, even if that meant you had to wait weeks to watch it. Due to Spencer being on back to back cases for the past couple of weeks, you’d missed all three episodes for the 60th special. You’d been desperate to watch the episodes, so the second you had a text from him saying that he’d made it back safely, you were banging on his door, ready to order a takeaway and watch all three episodes.

‘Just letting you know, you’re not allowed to go on any cases when episodes like this come out,’ you said as the opening credits began, reaching out to grab a handful of popcorn. ‘I’ve had to avoid social media for the past three weeks just so I wouldn’t spoil it!’

‘Actually, by staying away from social media, you can get your attention back and focus more on being present in the moment and engaging in the world around you, so was probably a good thing and if - ’

‘It’s not going to happen again because you’re not going to miss these kinds of episodes again, right?’ you cut him off, looking at him with a mock-stern expression.

‘I’ll try,’ he replied, grinning at you before you both turned back around to the TV.

Once all three episodes had finished, you and Spencer sat in an awed silence for a few moments before looking at each other and speaking at the same time. You both had so much to say about what you had just watched and you couldn’t decide who should talk first. It ended up with you throwing a cushion at Spencer mid-sentence just so you could say what you needed to say.

‘All I’m saying is that proves that David Tennant is the best Doctor!’

‘You’re just saying that because you have a crush on him when, actually, Tom Baker is the best Doctor because he has all of the best storylines and he has the scarf.’

You thought about all of the different points that you could make to Spencer about why David Tennant was the best but you knew that, in the end, Spencer would inevitably win. Sighing, you held your hand out to him in a truce. ‘Agree to disagree?’

Spencer, grinning at you, knowing that you had given up, took your hand in his and shook it. ‘So, now we’re completely up to date and we have to wait for the new Season to come out before we can watch any more.’

‘Yeah, I guess,’ you said, smirking as you looked at Spencer out of the corner of your eye, bursting into laughter when you saw that he was looking at you in the exact same way. ‘Do you want to watch some of the old episodes?’

‘I thought you’d never ask!’ Spencer replied quickly, diving across the coffee table to reach for the TV remote, getting some of your old favourite episodes up and ready to watch.

[dayseternal-blog]

Hello DAYS8!

If you didn't know this will be the 4th question/rec I will have for you!

I only noticed this on NightOwl's story but I do wonder if you ever made a Naruhina recs centering around stories where it's narrated on Naruto's Perspective?

Now, now don't look at me like that okay? I do love when the story is in Hinata's perspective most of the time but reading fics where Naruto's the one feeling it and seeing the story unfold is a one of a kind thing and I know there's only a few stories or fics you will think of about this one. But I do hope you can find some fics though, I'm kind of craving for such fics these days.

I'm rooting for you to find a LOT hehe! Thank you DAYS8 and....

Please pray for me to finish my naruhina one shot! TT~~~TT Lol!

I hope you finished your one shot! Especially since it's been over a year since you sent this 😅

I don't know what face you're expecting from me? I love writing Naruto's perspective. A lot of other people do, too...

I think you're referring to

"Weird Hinata" by @nightowl27-writer - Rated E, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. Naruto thought Team 8 was out on a mission, so why is Hinata here in the middle of the night? And what is up with her new mission gear? How did she get a key to his place? Is she getting naked!?!? Who is this weird Hinata!?

I love that one! If you haven't read these yet, I think you'll love them, too, because they have that "Naruto feeling it" aspect you mentioned:

"Casual Touches" by @lunawrayth - Rated M, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Complete. It's the casual touches that do it.

“Misfired Attempts of an Uzumaki” by Transient Joy - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. Happy Birthday Hinata! In an attempt to celebrate Hinata’s birthday, Naruto causes havoc along the way. At age 5 he pushes her down a hill, at age 9 he almost poisons Hinata and gifts her weeds, and age 13 was a failure. Can Naruto make it right this time? Or will everything crash and burn in it’s wake?

Chapter 32 from “Between the Trees” by @utsus - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. NaruHina Prompt: (because it was hot as heck here today) how about NaruHina and bathing suits.<3

“Call Her Mine” by @peppercornpress - Rated G, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Post-war NaruHina one-shot. Naruto is NOT oblivious in this.

“The Red Scarf” by peppercornpress - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Just two people who realize how they feel for each other. That’s it.

and not to be conceited, but I think you'd like the ones I wrote if you haven't read them yet:

“Nightdreams” - Rated E, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Naruto and Hinata find comfort in each other after the war.

“Tell Me of Forevers” - Rated T, High School AU, Two-shot. Delinquent Naruto is trying to change himself for the better.

Mostly/Only Naruto's POV

“Heart-Shaped Sticky Notes” by the point - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. Naruto’s life had always been spontaneous, always going and doing something. It’s good, then, that Hinata’s able to give him some stability in the little notes she leaves for him. But one day, there is no note. Suddenly, Naruto’s life doesn’t make sense.

Untitled for NHMonth 2015 Day 5  by @flowerslut - Rated G, Canon-Compliant (?), Short one-shot. Prompt: Laughter.

Untitled for one-wayward-girl by flowerslut - Rated G, Canon-Compliant, Short one-shot. Prompt: Naruto seeks out Hinata after the fight with Pein.

“Flipped” by @cajuncherrybee - Rated G, Canon-Divergent AU, One-shot. In which Naruto is the blushing mess and Hinata is the oblivious one.

“Common Side Effects” by katarinahime - Rated E for a lot of things, Crime/Modern AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto and Hinata, in a struggling relationship, must confront the pain inside before they can love each other.

“Music” from “Naruhina Week 2017” by @hinatamyqueen - Rated T for language, Modern AU, One-shot. It’s Sakura’s birthday, so as per tradition, she gets to force Naruto and Sasuke to do whatever she wants to do.

Untitled by @jadeandonyx - Rated T, Modern AU, One-shot. Prompt: 4. teacher/single parent au + 5. one night stand and falling pregnant au

“The Forever Girl: Naruto’s Story” by @cherryjutsu​ - Rated G, Soulmate AU, Two-shot. The feeling of watching everyone around you grow old and die, while you stay young, is something that can never be forgotten, that is, until love finds you.

“The Ramen Booth” by @chloelapomme - Rated E, College AU, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. Years have passed since her unanswered confession in intermediate school, since his humiliating hazing incident in high school, since blossoming popularity drew their attentions away from each other. Yet time has only sharpened friendship into painful longing, even as their time runs out with the approach of the university fundraiser. Can 7 Minutes in Heaven at a crazy flat party be enough time to clear the air between old best friends?

"In-laws" from "Some Type of Love" by chloelapomme - Rated E, Modern AU, One-shot. "Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday Then make a lotta love on a Monday"

"Thunderstorm" from "With You in the Future" by chloelapomme - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto fought against the odds for most of his life. However, today, he goes where the wind decided to lead him; Hinata’s arms. and "Dirty Little Secret" and "Promises" from WYITF

"August - Cultures/Around the World" from "Still Falling For You" by chloelapomme - Rated T, Modern AU, One-shot. "Diversity is not about how we differ. It is about embracing one another's uniqueness" - Ola Joseph

“Powerless” by bunny-hoodlum - Rated E for a lot of things, like depictions of violence and character death. Multi-chapter, Incomplete. His family’s past can’t be taken at face-value, and it comes clawing back to hurt him in ways that are out of his control.  DELETED FIC.

A good deal of "Postscripts" by WaterRolls is in Naruto's POV - Rated T, Canon-Divergent / Various AU, Series of unrelated one-shots. Mostly humor but will have occasional drama. Slice of life, romantic fluff, family bonding, what-ifs, AUs, angst.

"Permission to Engage" by WaterRolls - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Our romantic leading man tries to propose, but things just don't go the way he plans.

"Resolution" by WaterRolls - Rated T, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. On a mission with Sai and Rock Lee, Naruto reflects upon his relationship with Hinata, then a brush with death and an encounter with a stranger leads him to make a decision.

WaterRolls writes a lot in limited 3rd Naruto's POV, so go through her profile.

"Lessons" by utsus - Rated T, College AU, One-shot. Prompt: Class president Hinata and delinquent Naruto.

“Chapter 5″ from “Between the Trees” by utsus - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Prompt: Can u do an angst prompt where hinata gets rlly hurt and naruto gets rlly mad and ends up crying in front of the kids? maybe an old enemy please?

“Chapter 6″ from “Between the Trees” by utsus - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. Prompt: Can you do one where they are in battle can be sometime before they have kids or after but hinata is close to dying (still survives) and naruto freaks out and tries to help her u know what I mean??

Several one-shots of Between the Trees by Utsu is in Naruto's perspective.

“Day 22: Technology” from “A Love Story Like Never Before” by @journalsofagoddess - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. It was the same feeling he always got when she left on missions. He felt useless that he wouldn’t be able to be by her side to protect her from everything and anything. But he was here now and he wouldn’t let anything hurt her. He promised.

"Drunk in Love" by @wickermayne - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. Naruto and Hinata's wedding night.

"Fill" by wickermayne - Rated E, Canon-Compliant, One-shot. “I was thinking, Naruto-kun, now that I’m fully settled in, living with you…I was thinking that we should try.”

VulgarAssassin/Wickermayne writes a lot with mostly Naruto's pov, so if you don't already read his stuff, you should! Mostly smut.

“Tainted and Possessed” by cafrye017 - Rated E, Demons/Angels AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto, enslaved by the Sanctified for his Forsaken blood all his life, learns that he holds a power great enough to one day change the system, but he’s not on this journey alone.

“101 Ways to Make Hinata Hyuuga Faint” by Keidra369 - Rated T, Canon-Divergent AU, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Naruto finds out early on in the academy that he has an amazing talent. He can make Hinata faint! Now he is determined to find all the ways to make her faint. Starts in academy years and ends sometime in their married life.

“Picture Frames” by Forever_in_Your_Heart - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot. They say it’s healthier to give up, but he is Uzumaki Naruto and he never gives up. (Can’t. He can’t, not this time)

Untitled by @jadeandonyx - Rated T, Modern AU, One-shot. Prompt: 4. teacher/single parent au + 5. one night stand and falling pregnant au

“If You Said You Loved Me” by destiny’s sweet melody - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, One-shot.  Naruto begins to realize he took her feelings for granted and now he’s too late.

“Ravenous” from “NaruHina Month December 2022” by @sessakag - Rated E, Modern AU, One-shot. “Hinataaaa,” Naruto pouted, leaning inside the open bathroom door, “you ready yet? I’m starving!” and "Can You Read My Pain?" and "Turning Point" and "A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart" and a bunch of others in NHM2022.

Sessakag also writes a lot in Naruto's pov. If I go through linking every one-shot, I'd be here all night.

“Down the Rabbit Hole” by @vegebulsoup - Rated E, Modern AU, One-shot. Despite his protests, Jiraiya takes Naruto out to a hostess club for his birthday and it’s not quite what he expected.

That's a lot and there's way more, but I'm kind of tired now 😅 in any case, if you've read the people who are active here on Tumblr, including my own stuff, you'd find a lot of NaruHina fanfics with limited 3rd Naruto's perspective.

Happy reading!

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Fortuna Major Chapter 6

Summary:  Steve Rogers came home from World War II shell shocked and overwhelmed by the place he once called home.  After losing his mother he and his injured best friend Bucky decide to find a quieter, slower way of life to heal from the war.  They head out west until they hit Fortuna, California, and get jobs in the lumber industry.  Steve comes across a local lodging for miners and lumber workers, and falls head over heels for the female owner who takes no man’s shit.  

Warnings: mentions of war; injuries, loss of limb; PTSD; talk of suicide; cat calling; sexual harassment; attempted sexual assault; eventual smut

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Steve visited Y/N’s room every night from then on.  Getting contraception was a bit of a task, but he was willing to be patient.  As Christmas Eve and Christmas Day passed and the New Year was upon them, Y/N was in a melancholy mood.  On the outside she was cheerful, but he could tell that she was struggling on the inside with the holiday season.  There had been a couple of moments where either at night or when he would come with her to the clearing, she would grieve in private with him over not having any family, but wouldn’t let others see her struggle.  She had made an effort and spent good money on getting gifts for every one of her tenants, decorating the lodge and he had helped drag a tree into the dining area so that everyone could have a traditional Christmas while they were away from their families or alone.  

On New Year's Eve she was dressed in a black dress and heels, her red lipstick on and her hair tied up with a black scarf with curled pieces falling out of it, hosting with a bright smile.  The men were raucous as they drank, the last hour of the year ticking down slowly.  Bucky was all smiles and laughter, a sight that filled Steve with happiness as they joined in the partying, drinking, singing songs and dancing.  Y/N was being passed around the men as she danced, trying not to trip in her heels.  At 11:55 she excused herself and disappeared into the kitchen.  Steve followed her a moment later as everyone else continued singing loudly.

He found her sitting on the counter, her heels on the floor as she rubbed at one of her feet.  “You alright, babydoll?” Steve chuckled as he walked up to her.

Y/N glanced at him with a sheepish smile.  “Yeah, I’m alright,” she sighed.  “My feet are just killing me in those infernal things,” she said, pointing to the heels.

Steve laughed as he stood in front of her.  He leaned against the opposite counter on the island across from her and lifted her foot, massaging it from heel to toe slowly.  Y/N hummed as she leaned back on her hands watching and smiling at him.  “Is that better?” he asked after a minute.

“Yes, much better,” Y/N breathed as he switched to her other foot.

They sat in silence for another minute or two until they heard someone shout out the minute countdown.  Steve released her foot and stepped forward so he was in between her legs, his hands resting on her thighs.  “Any New Year’s Resolutions?” he asked, leaning forward and playfully nuzzling her nose.

Y/N giggled as her hands lifted to his chest then up to the back of his neck.  “Just to be happy,” she said simply.  “You?”

Steve smirked at her.  “Just one,” he said, nuzzling her cheek and kissing it lighty.  “To be with you every waking moment I can.”

Y/N huffed a laugh as they heard the countdown from 20 seconds.  “I’m not sure how achievable that is.”

“I’ll try my damndest,” Steve said.

“10!”

“9!”

Steve’s hands slid up her thighs to her hips, gripping them for a moment before going up her back and pulling her against him.

“8!”

“7!”

Y/N’s arms wound behind his neck.

“6!”

“5!”

“4!”

They smiled at each other.

“3!’

“2!”

“1!”

“Happy New Year,” Steve whispered to Y/N as the thunderous sound erupted from the other room.

“Happy New Year,” Y/N whispered back.

Every kiss he had with her always felt like fireworks, but this time was like the first time all over again, his heart jumping in his chest and his breathing getting heavy as he angled his head and deepened it.  His hands moved all over her back as he pulled her impossibly close, a long sigh of contentment from him huffing against her face.  Y/N’s arms tightened around him, her legs binding at the ankles behind his hips as she caged him to her against the counter.  The noise in the other room was drowned out by the hurried breaths, the soft moans and the blood rushing and pounding in his ears as his mouth opened and she immediately opened hers so he could taste her.

They were interrupted by a yelling Bucky who bounded drunkenly into the kitchen.  “Happy New Year!” he screamed, then giggled madly as they pulled apart to look at him.  “Ope!  Sorry,” Bucky laughed but still moved toward them.  “Hey, where’s my New Year’s kiss?” he moped.

Steve and Y/N laughed as Steve stepped away from her but stayed close, leaning on the counter she was sitting on.  Y/N lifted a hand out to Bucky.  “It’s right here,” she said.  Bucky’s eyes lit up as he took her hand and she pulled him toward her, gripping his jaw and kissing his cheek.  “Happy New Year, Buck,” she smiled.

“Aw,” Bucky whined.  “I wanted a real one.”

“Go find your own,” Steve grunted, which made Y/N laugh again.  

Bucky smirked then leaned in and kissed Y/N’s cheek before cornering Steve.  “Okay,” he said, then grabbed Steve by the back of the neck, pulled him close and kissed him on the mouth.

Steve yelped as Y/N laughed harder.  He pushed Bucky away and looked at him incredulously.  “What the hell?” he demanded.

“Thanks Stevie!  Happy New Year!” Bucky called back as he walked nonchalantly out of the kitchen, joining in on the song the men were singing in the other room.  “Let old acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind–”

“Jerk!” Steve yelled at him before turning to Y/N, who was trying to hold in her laughter with a hand over her mouth.  “Oh you think that’s funny?” he asked her, stepping back between her legs.  Y/N nodded, a snort coming from her and she hung her face into her hands.  “I see how it is,” he said before tickling her ribs.  Y/N yelped as she tried to bat his hands away, her laugh echoing through the kitchen as they slightly tussled.  

“Okay!  Okay okay, I’m sorry!  I’m sorry!” Y/N shrieked, gripping his wrists.  

Steve stopped tickling her, his hands resting on her hips as she caught her breath.  “Be nice to me babydoll,” he warned.

“Or what?” she giggled with a wry smile.  “You’ll sick kissy Bucky on me?”

They both laughed at that.  Steve leaned in and nipped at her lower lip.  “Or I might just have to take away your kissin’ privileges,” he said, arching his eyebrow at her.

Y/N’s eyes widened, her smile falling.  “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” Steve smirked.

Her eyes narrowed at him.  “Oh please.  You couldn’t go a day without some loving.”  Her nails scratched down his chest to his navel, her fingers gripping his waistband.  Steve watched her fingers move, his face twisted into a look of desire.  “And besides, don’t you want your New Year’s present?”

“Present?” Steve asked, his voice hushed as she dipped a hand below the waistband and slowly wrapped it around his cock.  His head fell back, eyes shut tight as she started to stroke him.

Y/N leaned in and kissed his throat, licking her way up to his jaw and nipping at his chin.  “I got protection,” she whispered.  Steve shuddered at the tone of her voice, his head moving back up to look at her through hooded eyes.  “I was gonna let you fuck me,” she frowned.  “But if I can’t get my kissing privileges–”

“No, no no no, please,” Steve stammered, his hands tightening around her hips.  “I take it back, I take it back!”

Y/N smiled triumphantly, another hum passing through her lips as she stroked him a little faster.  “That’s what I thought,” she said quietly.  “You want me, loverboy?”  Steve nodded, his hands moving to grip the counter as his knees buckled from a particularly strong stroke.  She leaned forward, kissing his jaw then licking at his earlobe.  

Steve shivered.  “Fuck yes,” he groaned.

She suddenly let go of him and pulled her hand out of his pants.  He gasped and looked at her in shock.  She pushed him away and hopped off the counter, grabbing her heels and walking toward the exit.  “Come on, then,” she called back, glancing at him and giving him a quick wink.

Steve almost ran after her.  In the front room there was still a small group of men celebrating, the rest of them either going off to bed or passed out around the dining area in strange sleeping positions.  Y/N just laughed at them before heading towards her room, Steve right behind her.  She opened her door and let him in, closing and locking it behind him.  She threw her heels toward the closet and walked around him to her record player in the corner, loading a LP onto it and letting it play as she turned to him.  Ella Fitzgerald’s voice filled the room as she slowly walked back over to Steve.  “Dance with me?” she asked.

Steve smiled and nodded, taking her hands and getting into position.  They swayed back and forth, Steve dipping her back at one point making her laugh again.  As the first song finished he leaned down and kissed her.  It very quickly turned from a simple kiss to a passionate one, Steve backing her up until she was pressed against the wall.  He was too excited.  The anticipation of this day was getting the better of him as he nearly ripped her dress trying to get it off of her.  “Slow down, Steve,” Y/N giggled, grabbing his hands in hers.  She pushed him back a little to give her space, then slowly started peeling her clothes off one by one.  He watched her intently, his heart racing as she revealed more of herself until she was bare in front of him.  She then walked to him and started pulling his clothes off one by one until he was naked.  Y/N eyed him appreciatively before pushing him back and he sat on her bed.  “Just relax, lover boy, I’ll take care of you,” she said lowly.  

Steve nodded as he tried to relax and steady his breathing as she kneeled between his knees.  Y/N kissed his thighs before taking his cock in her hand again and stroking him before leaning forward and giving it a long lick from base to tip.  Steve sputtered, his hands shaking as he softly held her jaw.  Y/N hummed as she took him in her mouth, licking and sucking the tip before bobbing her head up and down on him.  They had done a few sexual things together before, but this all felt new and it made him jittery.  At one point she opened her mouth wider and nearly swallowed his cock, making his hips rut up into her mouth.  “Fuck, babydoll you’re killing me,” he said.

Y/N sucked him so hard he fell back on the bed, shivering again as his hands fell to his sides and gripped her bed spread.  She slowly raised her head and let off his cock with a loud pop.  She reached into a box by the side of her bed and pulled out what Steve recognized as a condom.  He’d seen them passed around when he was in the Army, the government not wanting the soldiers to do anything too stupid while stationed abroad.  She rolled it onto him then sucked his cock with the condom on again, her spit lubricating it well before she popped off again.  “You ready, honey?” she asked, stroking him with her hand.  Steve nodded as he watched her.  She pushed him so he was laying on her bed the right way before climbing on top of him.  She grinded her hips over his cock for a minute before standing on her knees.  “Hold yourself,” she instructed him.

Steve reached down and held his cock straight up and she swirled her hips until she was able to angle it just right that his tip dipped into her.  She looked Steve in the eyes as she started to sink down onto him.  He tried to keep his eyes open and look back at her, but the pleasure was so overwhelming that his eyes rolled back as she fully sat on top of him.  He felt like she was pulsing around him, the warmth and tightness making it nearly impossible for him not to cum on the spot.

“Oh my god,” he breathed as he opened his eyes to look at her again.  Y/N’s brow was furrowed, her mouth agape as she adjusted to him inside her.  “That’s fucking amazing…are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whispered, humming as she leaned forward, her hands on his chest keeping her upright.  “You feel so good, Steve…so full…”

Steve couldn’t help the smile on his face, a strange sense of pride making his heart flutter that he was making her feel good, too.  After a moment Y/N leaned down and kissed him lightly.  “I’m gonna move, alright?”

“Please,” Steve begged. 

Y/N smiled at his tone then slowly lifted her hips and sunk back down on him again.  He moaned loudly, his hands gripping her hips.  Being inside her was one thing, but having her stroke him with her pussy was another.  She continued moving up and down on him and he struggled every moment with not busting, his sanity being tested as she fucked him.  Her nails at one point scraped over his nipples and he couldn’t stop his hips from thrusting up into her, making her gasp and her head fall back.  “You like how that feels, Steve?” she asked quietly, her fingers flicking over his nipples again, his hips thrusting up again.  

“Holy shit, yes,” Steve moaned again as she continued flicking them.  “But…I’m gonna…I can’t….”  

Y/N slowed her hips and gyrated on top of him for a moment.  Steve felt like he was going to lose it any second.  “You wanna try being on top?” she whispered, watching his face intently.

“Yeah…yeah,” he nodded, leaning up onto his elbows.

Y/N lifted herself off of him and he quickly had her lay down.  He hovered over her, sliding his covered cock between her lower lips.  “I…I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to last, babydoll,” he mumbled, feeling a little ashamed.

“It’s okay, honey,” Y/N said, taking his face in her hands.  “Just fuck me real good and I’ll meet you there, whether it’s like this or you help me another way.”  She guided him down and kissed him again.

Steve kissed her quickly before looking back down between them, aiming himself toward her entrance and slowly thrusting back in.  She felt so good, and him having control over the pace was exhilarating.  She squirmed beneath him, her hands lifting up to her breasts and playing with her nipples as he started to thrust over and over.  “Shit,” Steve swore as he watched her, one of his hands lifting to join one of hers on her breast.  He massaged her breast, flicking over her nipple for a moment, then moving down between them and flicking at her clit that he’d become well acquainted with over the last few months.  That seemed to do the trick as her back arched, her hips trembling as he continued thrusting into her.  “That’s it,” Steve said and hummed deep in his chest.

He kept up on her clit as he started thrusting faster, holding off on his release as best as he could.  Y/N was shaking, her hands gripping his shoulders.  At a particularly rough flick her pussy pulsed harder and he nearly lost it again.  He whimpered and he snapped his hips faster, making her cry out.  Steve wanted to hear that sound again, so he started thrusting harder and Y/N’s eyes rolled.  He smiled at this newfound knowledge about her then gritted his teeth as he used his other hand to lift her leg up and around his hip higher to thrust deeper, harder and faster.  Within seconds Y/N stiffened beneath him as she moaned loudly, a burst of liquid coming from between them, her body shaking hard as she came.  The way her pussy gripped him was the most amazing feeling he’d ever experienced, and a few more thrusts later he was cumming.

“Holy shit–fuck, ah!” Steve yelled, a long grunted groan vibrating in his chest as he rutted against her.  He couldn’t hold himself up anymore and fell on top of her, his breathing heavy and a sheen of sweat along his hairline as his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck.  “My god, babydoll.”

Y/N was still slightly shaking as she giggled, her pussy still randomly fluttering around him.  “You’re wonderful, Steve,” she praised him, her voice shaking.  “That was so good…you made me feel so good…fuck…”

Steve smiled at the praise again, his pride making him feel almost dizzy from the pleasure.  “Pretty sure that was all you,” he replied, and she slapped his back with a laugh, making him laugh with her.  He leaned up on his elbow and gazed down at her.  She looked properly fucked, a sight he knew he’d never get tired of seeing, and he leaned down to kiss her.  She kissed him back deeply, her hum vibrating against his lips.  When he pulled away he began to kiss her everywhere, small pecks around her face, jaw, neck, ears and into her hair and she burst into another fit of giggles.  “God, I love you,” he breathed, then froze.  Y/N looked at him with wide eyes.  They hadn’t said it to each other yet.  He wasn’t sure when was the right time or place to tell her, but apparently his mind had decided for him that it was right here and now.  

Y/N looked back and forth between his eyes for a moment.  “You love me?”  Steve inhaled deeply then nodded.  A small smile started to pull at the corners of her mouth.  “I love you, too, Steve.”  

Steve exhaled sharply as he dropped his head in relief and looked back up at her again.  He leaned his forehead against hers as they sat there smiling and staring at each other.  “Thank god,” he said simply.

Y/N cupped his face in her hands.  “Happy New Year, loverboy.”

Steve’s smile widened and he kissed her again.  “Happy New Year, babydoll.”

@slayerofthevampire

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❈ ❈ Holiday Traditions ❈ ❈

A/n: I'm so happy I got to participate in the @acotargiftexchange this year! I had so much fun coming up with what Nesta and Cassian do to prepare hosting their first christams for @moodymelanist . I also saw it’s her birthday today! So show her some love and check out her fics they are amazing🤗

I hope you like it❤️ happy birthday Merry Christmas love!

warnings: none, just pure Christmas cheer 🥰

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Nesta plopped the last box of ornaments on the coffee table with an accomplished sigh. She had successfully brought down all of the boxes by herself from the attic. Cassian was going to help but she grew impatient waiting for him to come home from shopping. It was the last thing they had to do and Nesta was too excited to wait. So she chugged her morning coffee and braved the attic ladder for the spirit of Christmas.  

This was Nyx’s first Christams so everything had to be perfect for her little nephew. Looking around the living room Nesta smiled to herself. The mantle–which currently housed a roaring fire– was beautifully decorated with fir branches, colorful winter candyland baubles, twinkling lights, and two large bows at either end. Their usual soft throw pillows on the couches have been changed out for candy cane pillows and blankets with snowflakes and snowmen. 

The only thing left to decorate was the tree. Nesta started opening all the plastic boxes when the front door opened, Cassian’s cheery voice ringing through their warm home. When he appeared in the living room bags of different sizes decorated his arms, a large grin on his face. “Hey baby, I thought I was going to help you with those?” Nesta returned his smile unwrapping the book stack ornament Cassian got her last year. “I could’t wait. Did you get the stuff for our mega gingerbread house?” 

Cassian chuckled and held up a bag from their favorite bakery. “Oh yeah. Let me put this stuff away and we’ll decorate.” Nesta smiled at his retreating back. She couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman in the world. As a child her and her sisters never had a good holiday experience thanks to their parents. Their mother’s focus was throwing the best parties for Christmas and New Years. Always neglecting to get the girls presents or doing any holiday activities with them. 

When Feyre and Rhysand found each other that’s when the new holiday traditions started. The first time they all spent Christmas together Nesta was drawn to Cassian and the love he had for the holiday. He made sure she and Elain felt welcome, the brothers even made sure they had a few gifts to open. Ever since that day Cassian and Nesta were inseperable. 

Cassian laid out the gingerbread pieces on the island along with the icing and candy toppings. He swiped two candy canes for him and Nes before sorting gifts that could be wrapped today and ones that he’d wrap tonight when Nesta was fast asleep. Gathering the gifts, wrapping paper, tape, and scissors he headed back to the living room. 

Nesta was half done unwrapping the ornaments, humming along to the Christmas playlist lightly playing from the speaker. Cassian never knew why she insisted on throwing Justin Bieber’s Christmas album into the mix of songs but he went with it. He would never tell Nesta that he enjoyed it. Cassian would never hear the end of it from her or his brothers. Dumping the gift supplies on the couch Cassian started picking up ornaments, choosing which ones he wanted to hang on the tree first. 

As the hours passed Cassian and Nesta were giggling as they reminisced about the joke ornaments they had bought each other over the years. Cassian found a Santa hat in one of the decoration boxes and decided it was his, even though Nesta fought him for it. Her consolation prize was silver tinsel Cassian wrapped around her like a scarf. 

Once the tree was done, Cassian and Nesta stood back wrapped in each other’s arms. Cassian kissed her tinsel covered head and looked down at his girlfriend with deep adoration. She looks so beautiful with the colorful Christmas lights reflecting in her blue-gray eyes. Images of their future together ran through his mind. A few more holidays by themselves and one day, maybe, a set of twin girls with his hair and her features running around. They’re in matching Christmas PJ’s trying to sneak a peak at the gifts they spent hours wrapping after bedtime before being caught by mom and dad.  

Breaking him from his thoughts Nesta bumped her hip against his. “Alright you,” she said cooly, “Lets get to wrapping.” 

Getting settled on the floor Cassian started rolling out wrapping paper. Nesta turned on the TV immediately changing the channel. When Nesta saw Rudolph was on she let out a happy hum, watching with a childlike wonder Cassian rarely saw from her. They noticed most of the gifts are for Nyx. Yeah he’s only a few months old, but Cassian and Nesta wanted his first Christmas to be special. Since they were hosting, the pair wanted their nephew to be the center of attention.   

Moving to the kitchen Cassian put the kettle on for hot cocoa as Nesta took a seat at the island and began unwrapping the toppings, throwing a few gumdrops in her mouth. “Hey,” she said to get Cassian’s attention. He turned to see Nesta cocking her arm back, gumdrop between her fingers, nodding at him with a determined smile. Cassian smirks, opening his mouth wide, leaning his head back a little. Nesta launches it in a short arch landing right on Cassian’s tongue. They both raise their arms in victory letting out a twin ‘woo’.  

Mega gingerbread house had to look perfect this year since it would be the center piece of the mantel. So this year they actually tried to not make it a disaster that would collapse just so they could eat it. Once it was a sugary monstrosity Nyx was sure to grab at, the pair carefully transported mega gingerbread house to its pedestal. It was quite impressive. The house looked like it belonged on a mountain top, Nesta guessed it kind of was thanks to where it was placed.   

Looking at his watch Cassian grimaced, noting it was much later than he thought. 

Getting settled in bed Cass watched his show on his iPad while Nesta read Christmas book seven of the twelve he got her. She hated being behind on her twelve days of Christmas reads. This one was about a long distance couple finally meeting for a magically holiday in the city. 

An hour passed before Cassian heard Nes slightly snoring. He smiled to himself as he softly kisses her forehead, silently slipping out from under the covers. Two years ago Cass caught Nesta snooping through her gift pile during the day so he made the decision to wrap in the middle of the night.

Sorting through the gifts in the living room Cassian couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. This year’s haul for Nesta was perfect if he did say so himself. He even got her special wrapping paper with little books on it. 

After an hour of wrapping gifts Cassian crept back upstairs. There was one more thing he had to check on before he went to sleep. Tiptoeing as best he could to the closet he slipped inside. Using the flash light on his phone so he wouldn’t wake Nesta he quietly opened his shirt drawer, digging out the smal black velvet box.   

Checking on the ring he knew was tucked away in the perfect hiding spot Cassian grined. Everytime Cass looked at the engagement ring his heart pounded with excitement. It took all of his self restraint to not propose to Nesta everyday. No, he would wait and make this the best Christmas, better than the one they first met. He’ll never forget the surprised face Nesta made when he handed her that first gift. Cassian smiled thinking about the surprise that will grace Nesta’s beautiful face in just two days. 

Two more days and they’ll have a life time of happy holidays together.

[beebeeswee]

Gajevy at Christmas.

I loved doing Nalu so much I had had had to do Gajevy too because I think about them all the time.

Gajeel lifting Levy above his head so she can put the star on the tree. Obviously.

Levy always makes homemade gifts. She loves very intricate, detail orientated gifts that take up a lot of her time. On the train to jobs with Team Shadow Gear she's knitting scarfs, embroidering jackets, glueing photos into scrapbooks, and writing long letters with fancy stationary.

Anyone ever seen those welded roses? Yeah. A whole vase of welded roses. Gajeel gives her a new one every year, and the quality and craftsmanship gets better each time.

Panther Lily loves to decorate. Neither Levy nor Gajeel really care about decorations outside of a tree, but Panther Lily got so into all Earth World traditions and now their house looks like a Hallmark card.

Gajeel and Panther Lily go shopping for Levy's gifts together and spend a really really long time scrutinising what to get her. Every top, dress, necklace or bracelet becomes a debate. It must be perfect! This is very serious!

Levy and Panther Lily cooking together. Just imagine it. Levy isn't allowed to take anything out the oven, Panther Lily in a little apron standing on the countertop to whisk in a bowl, Levy peeling and chopping vegetables and laughing.

The first Christmas after Levy got pregnant, Gajeel and Panther Lily made her sit on the couch and tried to cook together. Within 10 minutes Gajeel was dismissed to the couch as well and Panther Lily cooked the entire thing.

Gajeel carves the turkey with Iron Dragon's Sword, semi-successfully.

Gajeel gets so shy giving or receiving gifts and gets all grumpy and blushes bright red.

Gajeel trying to wrap presents and getting tangled in tape until he starts yelling and swearing at the wrapping paper.

Levy includes strange holiday traditions from other continents she read about it books into their celebrations.

OKAY THANKS EVERYONE HAPPY 2025 I LOVE YOU ALL.

[onegianthotmess]

“Are you ready for your first Topp-Whitz Winters’ Market in Witzend, my darling?” Alicent asked Riddle as she buttoned up her coat.

It had been nearly a year since Alicent and Riddle had gotten married and moved to Witzend, the small city Alicent moved to when she was about nine. Riddle had heard many things about the city from his wife, but he’d never been there before they started officially dating. It was lovely, with a large market square in the center and different districts that were each more fascinating than the last.

Though, Riddle hadn’t heard of any town traditions until Alicent began mentioning them during their honeymoon in January. Apparently, Witzend was the birthplace of painting roses, as there was a holiday known as Fell Day where the people of the city would paint all of the white roses red in rememberence of a young red princess who fell and hit her head rather terribly in the town square under a large bush of white roses. Riddle was incredibly intrigued by these city-specific holidays, but the most interesting one to him was the much anticipated Topp-Whitz Winters’ Market.

The Market was an event shared with the neighboring city, Topp Towne, wherein both cities would sell some of their own special goods in each other’s market squares in spirit of their close companionship and friendship. It fell around the holiday season, so it was an amazing place to get unique gifts for a loved one on short notice. The idea of this holiday fascinated Riddle, as he’d never been to a market or any kind of event similar to the spirit of this one. Most events in his life were about being in first place and rivalries, so an event about companionship and friendship was something quite new to him.

“I suppose so,” Riddle murmured in reply as he pulled his gloves on his hands. “Do we simply walk around and look at the stalls?”

“Well, it’s sort of like a fair,” Alicent explained as she grabbed Riddle’s scarf off of the coat rack. “There are stalls to buy things at, but there’s also a few games, food stalls, and there’s usually two carousels. But I did heard that there may also be a petting zoo with sheep and horses this year.”

“That sounds…nice,” Riddle murmured as Alicent wrapped his scarf around his neck for him.

“You’re not excited for the petting zoo, aren’t you, Riddle?” Alicent asked with a knowing smile.

“…possibly,” Riddle mumbled in reply, casting his eyes to the side as his cheeks flushed and his face shifted into a pout. Why did his wife have to know him so well?

“Oh, you’re just so cute, my little biscuit!” Alicent squealed, hugging her husband as tight as she could without hurting him. “Don’t worry, we’ll stop by the petting zoo before we leave and you’ll get to pet the horses all you want, Strawberry!”

“A…Alice!” Riddle managed to babble out as he somehow flushed an even deeper shade of red and tried to pull away from his wife, mostly out of his usual shyness. “We-We’re going to be late!”

Despite knowing the market didn’t have a set time, the blonde woman simply complied with her husband’s silent request and took his hand. With a laugh, Alicent beamed, “We should get going, then!”

Riddle nodded as his wife led him out of their home, briefly pausing to let him lock up, and bounded off to the market square with him. Even when they were two blocks away, the scent of melted butter, cinnamon sugar, and squimberries was as clear as day. The smell of the surely delicious pastries being made was getting Riddle even more excited, given his massive sweet tooth.

“It smells delicious,” Riddle murmured almost hazily, somehow already in a sweet-induced coma.

“And it will taste even better!” Alicent smiled. “The miniature tarts are the best part of the food portion of the Market! At least, that’s what I think.”

Riddle hummed softly as Alicent continued to babble as they walked down the cobblestone street. It was a less busy side street, so they were relatively alone. He couldn’t help but remember why he’d fallen in love with this crazy woman in the first place. She was so exciting, even when talking about simple things, like the Market. When their anniversary came up on the thirtieth, he’d be sure to show just how much he loved her in all of her insane beauty.

But, for now, Riddle would enjoy having Alicent drag him around the Market and show him everything she loved about it. After all, if his wife loved it, it was very likely that he would love it, too.

Though he was very tired and his feet ached from all of the walking, and partially from wearing two inch heeled boots all day, Riddle was very happy as he and Alicent walked back to their home hand in hand.

It had been a full and lovely day at the Whitz-Topp Winters’ Market. First, Riddle and Alicent went to go and try the miniature squimberry tarts at the stall Alicent had talked about. They were likely some of the best tarts Riddle had tasted in his life—right behind Trey’s famous strawberry tarts—and they ended up taking a box of eighteen tarts home with them. They’d be nice to bring and share when they visited Finnian in a few days.

Next, they went around the different vendors selling handmade items, mostly hats or things themed after tea parties. They’d even run into Terrance helping his family with their stall and ended up having a nice talk with him before bidding him farewell and wishing his family luck with their stall. Alicent had also spotted a lovely miniature tea set and managed to buy it well before Riddle realized she even looked at it so he wouldn’t protest her getting it for him. Even when he did begin to protest ten minutes after they left the stall and he’d finally realized it, Alicent just pat his head and told him that it would look lovely on his little shelf that held his tiny things in the living room. Well, Riddle couldn’t really argue with that, could he now? Especially with such a public display of affection flustering him and making him blush redder than his hair-

And after a tiny bit more shopping and tasting a few more things at a few food stalls, they’d went to try their hand at a few of the games that were set up around the Market. They were games that were meant to be played by many ages, so fake magnetic fishing and balloon darts and ring toss were common ones. Most of the prizes were coupons for free servings from food vendor stalls. Neither Riddle or Alicent did the best at most of the games, but they both were fairly good at the fake fishing since the magnets were fairly obvious to find on the fake fish.

Eventually, they went for a few rounds on both of the carousels, even rating both of them and trying to decide which was the best one. This was mostly because carousels were Alicent’s favorite kind of amusement park ride and Riddle loved seeing her get so happy from just going up and down on an animal while going around in a circle. If it meant seeing his wife smile, Riddle would happily stand by her chosen decorative horse and gently hold onto her to make sure she didn’t fall since Alicent was quite the safety hazard at times.

And finally, to cap off the day, Riddle and Alicent spent at the very least an hour in the petting zoo. It was almost impossible to get Riddle to leave as a horse immediately took a liking to him and demanded his attention for the entire duration of their visit to the small zoo. Though, one of the people who brought the animals managed to bring the horse away with some food after Riddle bid farewell to the sweet animal before he and his wife left.

Now, both of them were tiredly, but still happily, making their way back to their lovey home. Yes, the day had been full and quite long, but both adults were content. After all, they’d had fun and managed to scoop up a few small last minute gifts that they were sure some friends who they’d be unable to visit would appreciate getting in the mail.

“Did you have fun, darling?” Alicent asked, pulling her husband from his thoughts.

Riddle hummed, “Yes… Yes, I had a lot of fun. Thank you for recommending it, Alice. That was the most fun I’ve ever had at a large event like that.”

“Good. I love seeing you have fun,” Alicent hummed as she leaned in and quickly pecked her husband on the cheek, to which his face flushed a deep red in response. At this, Alicent couldn’t help but giggle softly, “You’re so cute, my little biscuit.”

“Alice,” Riddle whined lowly as he looked off to the side with a pout. White he was too tired to really argue, Riddle would never be too tired to get embarrassed and pout from Alicent’s teasing.

“I know, I know, my little biscuit, not while we’re in public,” Alicent chuckled lightly. “Even though no one is around.”

“It’s still indecent to do such things in public,” Riddle muttered, quietly but still clear enough for the blonde to hear him. “Someone could come along and see.”

“Even after all these years, you’re still a paranoid little rule book, my darling,” Alicent sighed, though her tone was content and slightly teasing with not even a smidge of malice. “But I suppose old habits die hard, don’t they, Strawberry?”

“Indeed, they do,” Riddle replied with a sigh. He’s been trying his best over the years, and he was much better than before his Overblot back in school, but years of obsession over being perfect and in control on top of nearly two decades of being controlled and childhood trauma, some things were almost too hard to forget for Riddle. “Which is why I’m grateful and endlessly amazed that you’ve managed to put up with me for so long.”

Alicent stopped, pulling Riddle’s hand a bit and making him stumble back. Confused, the redhead looked to his wife with an arched brow and a cute tilt of his head, wondering if he’d said anything wrong or to upset her. But, before he could react or say anything, Alicent placed both of her hands on Riddle’s once again flushed cheeks before she began to softly coo, “Riddle, never say that again. I don’t ‘put up’ with you. I live and coexist with you—yes—but I also love you. I want to help you and take care of you when you need me. But, most of all, I’m so very proud of you and all the work you’ve put into becoming a better person and friend and finding a healthier way to live. So, please, never call me living with and loving you putting up with you again. Please, my little biscuit, never do it again.”

“…yes, my rose,” Riddle murmured, feeling like he was going to start sobbing. He’d married a truly amazing woman, one whom he was sure he’d never let go. His father was right—even when the feeling was foreign, he could instantly tell that he never wanted to let go of this perfect woman. Not now, not ever. And, before Riddle knew it, tears were starting to pour down his soft, flushed cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Oh, please don’t cry, baby,” Alicent crooned, immediately hugging Riddle and letting him cry into her shoulder. Both of them were wearing heeled boots, so their height difference was more or less the same, given that Riddle’s heels were two inches and Alicent’s were just half inch ones. But, this slight difference didn’t do much as Alicent merely pat the back of her husband’s head and spoke softly to him, very well versed in how to calm an overwhelmed Riddle. “My baby biscuit.”

They stood like that for possibly two minutes, merely holding each other as Alicent gently pat Riddle’s head and Riddle cried into Alicent’s shoulder. Even with only being married a year, they’d both made great strides in the mental health department. Both had been communicating more, Riddle opening up a little more—especially with his little headspace helping him cope with his mommy issues—and Alicent learning to not shove what she wants to say aside in favor of trying to constantly care for Riddle even when he didn’t really need it that much. But, moments like this one were still quite common.

Riddle wasn’t used to warm and unconditional love, so his wife’s sincerity often overwhelmed him and made him cry out of both confusion and overwhelming happiness. And Alicent had grown so used to trying to care for everyone around her that she often neglected to care for herself and used spacing out and escaping into a nonsensical world inside of her head in order to cope and replace self care instead of voicing her needs.

“Thank you, Alice,” Riddle murmured again as he pulled away from his wife, sniffling and wiping the tears from his eyes. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, either, Strawberry,” Alicent cooed, gently taking the redheaded man’s face in her hands. “Especially since seeing your adorable face makes me so happy.”

“I don’t deserve you,” Riddle sighed, leaning into the blonde’s soft touch. “I truly don’t.”

“Oh, please, I’m the one who doesn’t deserve you, Riddle!” Alicent chuckled, pecking the tip of her husband’s nose. “You take good care of me and of our home, far better care than you should.”

“But, my rose-,” Riddle began, but was cut off as his wife took his hand and gently shushed him.

“Now, now, baby biscuit, no arguing in the cold street,” Alicent gently and playfully chided, softly tugging on Riddle’s arm in warning before leading him down the road to their home, “we have goodies to take home, after all!”

“Alice…” the short man murmured, completely entranced by that warm smile from the blonde.

Riddle normally would’ve protested and argued that his wife and the home they shared had deserved the detailed and loving care that he showed, but he couldn’t help but be completely bewitched and silenced by her lovely smile. Alicent had that effect on him; she’d be saying sweet yet flustering words that would make Riddle want to argue, only to flash that mesmerizing smile of hers that was as warm as the sun and it would instantly silence him into a love struck daze. She was so carefree about it, like this ability came naturally, and it was always done smoothly in a way that would make Riddle feel better whenever he was upset.

But, the calming lovesick trance that smile put Riddle in was always worth it, as it took his mind off of everything aside from the lovely presence of his wife. So much so that he barely even registered that they’d arrived back at their home until they were inside and his wife spoke to him.

“Riddle? Riddle?” Alicent asked, waving a hand in front of her husband’s face, snapping him out of his trance. “You’ve had that lovesick puppy look on your face for a while now and you haven’t talked in a bit. Are you alright?”

“H-Huh? Oh…Oh! Yes, I’m alright,” Riddle replied as he began to take off his scarf and coat. “I apologize for making you worry, my rose.”

“Don’t apologize, Strawberry,” Alicent smiled softly, gently taking her husband’s scarf and coat from his hands and having them on the coat rack, “I know how in your head you can get sometimes, so it’s alright. So long as you don’t wander away from me while you do it!”

“Hmph, you’re the one who wanders off,” Riddle chuckled, earning a dramatic mock expression of offense from his wife as he removed his boots and placed them on the shoe rack.

“How dare you, Mr. Rosehearts! You talk to your wife like that?!” Alicent asked in mock incredulity. The blonde then shook her head in fake disapproval, “For shame on you, sir.”

“Oh, apologies, my rose,” Riddle replied with a playful smile, playing into his wife’s game. “How should I pay for this crime?”

Alicent smirked, grabbing Riddle and quickly, but gently, pulling him close to her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and spoke softly, “Start with some kisses and cuddling in bed, and maybe you’ll be forgiven for your offense.”

“Yes, my love,” Riddle murmured, pecking his wife’s lips before resting his head on her shoulder. “I love you, Alice. Thank you for today.”

“I love you more, my Riddle,” Alicent hummed, gently swaying back and forth.

They still had things to put away, treats and a few little souvenirs they’d bought as gifts for people for the fast approaching holiday. But, for now, Alicent and Riddle could just stand in the entrance of their and simply just…be in their tender moment of loving peace, out of reach from the rest of the world.

A/N: I hope all of you had a lovely holiday or are having a lovely holiday, depending on when yours is! I wanted to get this out before Christmas, but better late than never! Also, I hope you all have/had a very happy new year!