#just say you want to see santa get laid and move on

[separatist-apologist]

HEAR ME OUT

chistmas erina where eris owes lucien a favor and has to play santa for his nieces and nephews and arina is visiting lucien and elain for christmas and they fuck with eris still in his santa costume

How dare you.

[enwoso]

NAUGHTY ELF — alessia russo x child!reader

twelve days of christmas | day 1

based on this request

when alessia first saw the idea of doing elf on the shelf for the month until christmas, she thought it would be a cute wholesome idea and since you were a little older you would probably become a fond memory to look back on in years to come.

the key word however was thought, as she was now wondering why nobody told how much work it was to do in such a small amount of time. now she knew why not everyone did it with their children.

but still alessia was determined to finish it, and with only ten days left she was sure she could pull through. so after a bit of a gruelling day, a long day of training for the champions league match in a few days time and an even harder job of trying to put you to bed after the excitement of santa visiting your nursery today.

still though she managed and the clock had just struck half nine. walking into the lit kitchen the blonde made a beeline for the coffee machine, putting a coffee pod in and her mug in as she pressed the button to start.

alessia then went to find the elf — who you had named for some unbeknownst reason elvis — who had spent the day pinned to the wall with tape as little drawn flames were below him and a sticky note saying: 'the floor is lava'

but before she had to get her coffee from the machine her phone started to ring, a small huff coming from her as she had to backpedal and go back into the living room to get it.

seeing the screen light up a warm smile coming over her features seeing it was her mum calling, "hi mum"

"hi alessia, are you okay?" carol, alessia's mum asked as alessia wandered back into the kitchen to finally get her hands on her hot coffee which by now which just be edging the warm stage.

"yeah, i'm just doing lovie's elf and then gonna have an early night" alessia smiled as she placed her phone on the kitchen counter pressing it so her mum was on speaker as she added the sugar into her coffee.

"elf? what elf?" carol questioned as a small laugh came from alessia as she could imagine the confused look on her mums face.

"like an elf on the shelf?" alessia tried as she knew her mum knew what one was, but the other end of the line stayed silent. "mum! you used to do one for me, giorgio and luca when we were a similar age to lovie”

a chuckle came over alessia as she heard her mums realisation hum through the line, "oh yes, how lovely. i bet tiny is loving that" carol said as alessia moved around her kitchen getting what she needed as her mum carried on with their little catch up.

alessia had decided that for day 15 was had saw a cute idea of the elf sledding along the counter which was covered in snow, flour, a cute little letter on a green sticky note.

still chatting away to her mum on the phone as she began the little project, but as the blonde went to place the empty bag of flour into the bin she accidentally knocked her coffee cup over. a loud bang echoing throughout the kitchen as the cup fell on the floor smashing into tiny pieces and covering the once white flour.

"so me and your dad can take lovie-" carol was filling alessia in on the plans for the weekend when alessia was at a shoot which you weren't allowed to go to before she stopped her sentence after hearing the loud crash.

"oh you've got to be kidding me-" alessia muttered under her breath, burying her head into her hands wanting nothing but to scream the house down but it probably would be the smartest idea considering you were sound asleep.

"alessia? what was that bang.." carol asked as it echoed through the phone, alessia just letting out a loud groan. "less, honey what's happened?" carol tried again.

alessia eventually moved her head from her hands not before dragging them dramatically down her face. "i've knocked my coffee over onto the counter where i had just laid out the flour for the elf thing and now i’ve also smashed my favourite mug" a pout came over alessia's face.

"do you not have any more flour? or even caster sugar will work" carol said hoping to lighten the mood and bring a quick fix to stop the panic that was slowly setting into alessia’s mind.

“no? what am i supposed to do now” alessia whispered as she spoke fast the panic was really setting into as she could just see the imagine in her head of you waking up and seeing your elf in the same place as before you went to sleep. her heart breaking slightly just at the thought.

“can you not call one of the girls? i’m sure one will help you out and plus they would all do anything to see tiny with a smile on her face” carol pointed out as alessia hummed racking her head around her lived close by and maybe wouldn’t mind doing her a small favour.

“yeah maybe..”

“well don’t fall or drop your phone in the making, clumsy!”

“hilarious mum! i’ll call you tomorrow”

-

"lotte.." alessia dragged out as a hum came from lotte on the other line. "what's up less?" the girl asked with the slight hint of sleepiness in her tone.

“i haven’t woke you have i?” alessia panicked glancing to the time on her phone it only showing 9:54pm. a small wince on her face as she feared the worse.

“no? what’s wrong though, you sound stressed-“ lotte asked as alessia began to recount the events and how she needed a favour from the girl, hoping she wouldn’t mind.

lotte trying her best not to start belly laughing at the blondes clumsiness, it sounding as if it was all made up and probably someone that had never met alessia would think she had.

but lotte knew better and with alessia who struggled to keep herself and objects up straight than to know that alessia was saying she was one hundred percent being serious.

“honestly i’m not even surprised anymore less, but of course i can just give me twenty minutes and i’ll be round” lotte chuckled as a sigh of relief could be heard leaving alessia’s lips.

“i don’t know what i would do without you lotte!”

“me neither less-“

-

“mummy! get up i wanna see elvis!” you excitedly jumped up and down on your mummy’s bed as she groaned rubbing her eyes as you flopped on top of her.

“hang on lovie, let mummy open her eyes first!” alessia let out a small laugh as you began to pull the blankets off her, tugging at her hand for her to hurry up.

at least with the arrival of your elf, elvis, there was one positive that came from it and that was there was no trouble at getting you up in the morning. you waking yourself up with energy and excitement seeping through your small limps to see what your elf had been up to while you were asleep.

“go on then, mummy will follow behind you!” alessia opened her door a little wider than the small gap you had squeezed through, grabbing her robe to wrap around herself as the cool air that surrounded the hallway hit her bare arms.

“i wonder if elvis has been cheeky today?” you thought out loud as you carefully walked down the stairs, alessia three steps behind you.

once you reached the bottom step alessia let you find your elf knowing you had found him when, “oh mummy he’s been very cheeky” you called out from the kitchen as a gasp could be heard from you.

“oh my gosh, how’s he done that!" alessia said as she flung her arms in the air a smile on her lips as she watched your face change with excitement as you took in the sight of your elf sitting on some candy canes in a trail of snow — flour — with a bright green sticky note close by.

“have you read his little note?” your mummy pointed to it as you shook your head, “should we read it together?” alessia asked as you nodded, your mummy picking you up as she sat you on the edge of the counter holding you by the knee so you didn’t fall.

“just sledding in-“ your mummy read along with you helping you with the more trickier words helping you to sound them out by the letters, “to say have a good day”

“oh that’s nice of him” alessia cooed as you nodded eagerly wanting to read the rest.

“and i almost didn’t make it cause-“ you began to read again along side your mummy as she pointed to the word as you read it, “-you went to bed realllly late” a small gaps coming from you as you were a little shocked.

“i didn’t go to bed late” you pouted as your mummy had a small grin her eyebrows slightly raised, “it was a little past your bedtime”

“be good today- wait what do they mean” you pointed to the small xo’s on the handwritten letter that elvis — lotte — had written. “so the o’s are hugs and the x’s are kisses” alessia explained as a small awh came over you.

“that’s was nice of elvis wasn’t it” your mummy asked as you nodded drawing small patterns on the edge of the counter in the flour.

“who going to clean this up though!” you asked, your brows furrowing a little bit.

“well i hope elvis does, he made the mess” as alessia took you down from the counter and making her way to start making your breakfast.

“elvis! mummy says you have to remember to clean up otherwise it’ll make her sad” you peered over the counter whispering to the elf as you babbled along to yourself talking with elvis the elf.

but even though it was a little tiring making the elf on the shelf each night it made it all worth it to see your excitement each morning and your facial expressions when you saw what your elf had been up to — so in alessia’s mind that made it all worth the while.

[lucimaaie]

we pt2 ✧.* tlou

pairing - santa barbara!ellie x reader

summary - you ask ellie one of the questions you'd saved for later.

a/n - wrote this with sick brain so if sum make sense im srry, fluff, also i got a pt 3 & 4 coming cause i randomly got motivated

part 1

a couple of nights later, you and ellie had got closer in the non-physical sense. it practically took a game of twenty questions to get her to open up, but she promised she was trying.

she distracted herself with always touching you in some way. choosing to focus on the way your skin felt beneath her fingertips rather than fully showing herself to you.

“were you serious about moving south?” ellie’s hands froze their motions on your arms. she angled her head up to look down at you, though the lack of light didn’t help her see you any better. still, she could imagine the inquisitive look in your eyes.

she didn’t say anything for a while, taking in a big gust of air through her nostrils and letting it out slowly. “yeah. think i was.”

“we could..we could do it.” the shifting of the sheets cut you off as you turned around on your stomach.

ellie looked at the ceiling as your hesitant sentence. open, be open. she reminded herself but the words just made her limbs tingly. she was okay, she didn’t need to be scared. you lived in the middle of nowhere and you how to handle yourself. you were safe, she was safe. everything was fine.

she shook her head. “don’t have to. it was just a thought.” ellie patted your waist before lifting you up as much as she could, signaling she needed the pressure of you on her.

her hands fell to your thighs as she could feel you look at her. she soon started to regret it as you didn’t pull you eyes away from her. you were serious about this, learning her. “it might take too long..it’s dangerous.”

“do you want to do it?”

she didn’t want to you that she was still afraid. afraid of making this even more official. there was a we, you established that, but she wasn’t exactly sure you knew what you were in for. last time she settled with someone, it didn’t last very long and though there was no abby, she’d find some excuse to pull away from you. cause she wasn’t supposed to be here with you, lovingly caressing your skin. loving you.

“ellie.” your cold hands cupping her cheeks, snapped her out of her inner monologue. she hummed, leaning into your touch. “remember what we said?”

that damn word again. and she knew you were aware of your effect on her. this was the only time you’d gently guilt her into answering questions she was adamant on avoiding cause it hurt to much to care.

“don’t think i do, peaches.”

“you don’t get to distract me with cute nicknames right we’re having a serious conversation.” you gently pinched her cheeks, squishing them between your hands. she was resistant to the laugh you were trying to pull from her. she snuck her fingers under your shirtt and wiggled them against your skin.

“and you do?” she cheesed at the carefree giggles that came from your mouth. when she finally relented, she moved you back next to her and laid on her side to face you. her face grew serious as she watched you catch your breath. she never would’ve imagined seeing that smile when you first met. the inability to stop staring made her groan as she laid on her back. “i love you.” she said quietly.

she closed her eyes, missing the way your face dropped in a second. you say up on your elbow, then on your knees as you looked at her. “look at me.” she wanted to resist but that vulnerability in your voice made it hard. ellie opened her eyes, landing on the vague figure of your face above hers. “say it again.”

“i love you.” ellie couldn’t say anything but that as she stared up at you. “i love you.” she said again. “just know that before you decide to go across the country with me.” she as if it would make you leave. that it was too much to have someone as broken as her in love with and dependent on you. she would be devastated if that happened, absolutely. she had staked her existence on being around you and with you. she had no idea what she would do if she was left alone. she bit her lip to stop it from trembling at the thought.

she could see the way your chest stuttered in rising and falling. her hands were light in finding yours. her eyes flicked back to you, waiting for your response. “say it again, for me. please.” she swore you were as nervous as her the way you seemed stubborn on accepting she loved you.

“not until you say it first.”

“damn it, el. i’m not playing. i actually love you and if you’re joking-“

“i’m not.” she said quickly, watching as you got out of the bed to sit at the edge. “i love you and i want to move with you.” she wanted to put a hundred layers of tape on her mouth, keep herself from messing with your expectations. how she wouldn’t be a good lover. she wasn’t. she barely talked as much as she used to, beyond hushed praises in the middle of the night and directions like “c’mere.” and “stay close.” “somewhere warm, just us.” she bit her lip, signaling she was done now. no more talking.

“tomorrow.” you looked at her as she rose out of bed to sit next to you. “that way you can’t take any of it back.”

“i don’t want to, peach.” she said honestly. “so tomorrow..south.” she tried not to think of the dangers or the lack of a definitive plan. none of it mattered right now. “shit.” she said breathily, gripping the mattress underneath tightly. her fingers were like rusted metal when you pried them from the cushion, pressing your lips to them. “no backing out. you hear me?”

“yes ma’am.”

thank you for reading!

[starlightkun]

⇢ word count: 1.7k ⇢ genre: fluff, very suggestive (no smut but discussions about/implied sleeping together lol), strangers to one night stand to coworkers to lovers? lmao i think i got that progression right, holiday/christmas themed, sleeping with a hot stranger at the office holiday party when you’re tipsy and oops it turns out they’re your new coworker trope, part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon ⇢ warnings: cursing, just look at the tags and decide if u want to read on tbh. honestly this has probably more horny energy than is warranted for it having zero smut lol ⇢ extra info: this was originally going to continue on after this ending but i ended up feeling like i was losing the plot, so the other stuff i was writing is going to be a separate fic. they’re not a part 1/part 2 at all, but you can kinda see the vision if u read both i think this is part of my 2024 hallmark movie marathon, three short, unrelated fics starring jisung all with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises. there’s no continuing plotline between fics in this series, they’re all standalone fics ⇢ author’s note: uhm so surprise hallmark movie marathon for jisung this year i guess! i did this last year where i had a(n unplanned) series of short fics with cheesy hallmark christmas movie-esque premises all starring kun and i guess i’m in my jisung era rn! so enjoy and happy holidays! ⇢ 2024 hallmark movie marathon

“I meant I usually wouldn’t have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!” You whispered emphatically. “Except I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.”

“Here. Fresh pot.” A cup of coffee was set on your desk in front of your face by Jaemin, as your other coworker Jeno helped himself to the bowl of peppermints perched on your desk.

“Are you seriously hungover?” Jeno snickered as you pulled your head out of your arms. “You left the holiday party like two hours early.”

You glared at him, taking a timid sip from the steaming cup.

“Smart choice, really, you got to miss Mr. Suh’s rendition of Santa Baby,” Jaemin informed you, hopping up on your desk and knocking your keyboard askew.

You rolled your eyes as you moved your things out of his way.

“Were we that boring? You didn’t even say bye or—”

Your gaze lazily drifted around the floor before you inhaled and immediately choked on the too-hot coffee, spitting it back out into the cup as it burned your tongue.

“Are you okay?” Jeno asked, his words garbled as he talked around the peppermint in his mouth.

“Ack—Fine,” you coughed, eyes still tracking the man who had stepped off the elevator with your boss. “Who’s that? With Mr. Suh?”

They both turned around to follow your line of sight curiously. Mr. Suh seemed to be giving him a tour, gesturing to various areas of the floor as he spoke.

Jaemin guessed, “Uh… transfer from the satellite office, maybe? I think I saw him at the party last night.”

“Oh yeah, Mr. Suh mentioned we were getting a transfer a couple weeks ago,” Jeno nodded. “That must be him.”

You quickly diverted your gaze as they changed trajectory towards your desk.

“And over here, as you can see, people tend to congregate around Y/N’s area,” Mr. Suh explained to the man with him, his tone playful. He fetched a peppermint from the bowl. “It’s the candy.”

“Good morning, Mr. Suh,” you greeted him, sitting up straight.

“She’s also my best employee, so I excuse it,” he continued.

“Jeno and I are right here,” Jaemin pointed out indignantly.

“This is Park Jisung, he started at the satellite office a couple months ago and is transferring to our team now,” Mr. Suh made introductions, not addressing your coworker’s complaints. “Jisung, this is Lee Jeno, Y/L/N Y/N, and Na Jaemin. You’ll come to know the rest of the team as well, but Y/N will handle your initial training as you settle in.”

Your alarm must have been visible on your face, as your boss’ features turned concerned. “Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“W-Well,” you began panicking even more, looking around at the folders on your desk. “It’s just that you said that the Q4 reports were top priority, and I don’t believe that I’ll be able to complete those on time to standard and train somebody thoroughly at the same time. Sir.”

Mr. Suh nodded thoughtfully. “You’re right. My apologies. Jaemin: I’ll leave Jisung to you then.”

“Second choice,” Jaemin tsked as you were using all your willpower not to audibly sigh in relief.

“How do you think I feel?” Jeno joked.

“Let me know if you have any questions, Jisung. We’re excited to have you on our team,” Mr. Suh smiled kindly.

Jisung finally spoke, his deep voice shooting up your spine. “Thank you, sir.”

As they all dispersed from your desk, you finally relaxed just a tiny bit. Until you felt a pair of eyes on you. You looked up just in time to catch Jisung’s gaze as he glanced at you over his shoulder as he followed Jaemin to his desk. You froze, unable to look away from those same eyes that just last night had stared into yours while—

Your phone ringing made you jump out of your skin, and you swore under your breath as you looked at the name on the screen. Reception.

“This is Y/N,” you answered, trying to keep your voice level.

“Oh!” Your receptionist gasped. “Sorry, wrong extension!”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, hanging up.

Time to do a very careful review of the Q4 reports that you already had finished.

Midday, Jaemin and Jeno stopped by your desk again, Jisung in tow.

“We’re taking Jisung out to lunch. You coming?” Jaemin offered.

You didn’t even spare the new employee another glance, staring at your computer monitor. “Thanks, but uh, maybe another time, guys. Have fun.”

“Alright, see you later,” Jeno shrugged and stole another peppermint.

You didn’t breathe until the elevator doors closed behind them. Once they were gone, you grabbed your purse and headed for the stairs to take your own lunch break.

As soon as the clock struck 5:00, you were gone. Mr. Suh had already sent out an invite for a team dinner at the end of next week to welcome Jisung, but tonight, you could at least leave. Hurrying into the stairwell, you made a rather embarrassing sound when you were face-to-face with Jisung on the other side, leaning against the railing, hands tucked into his slacks.

The door had already closed behind you, and he spoke before you could back out.

“You’re avoiding me,” he said plainly.

You huffed, hurrying past him to descend the stairs. “Can you blame me?”

He kept pace with you easily thanks to his long legs. “I mean, obviously I didn’t expect you to bring it up in front of everybody, but a hello would’ve been nice.”

“How quaint after your tongue was down my throat last night.”

“Pretty sure my tongue was other places too—”

“Okay, okay!” You hissed, screeching to a halt on the landing between floors to slap a hand over his mouth. He raised an eyebrow at you over your hand as you continued ranting quietly. “Seriously, how was I supposed to react when you showed up today? And how are you so normal?”

Jisung slowly reached up and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling your hand off his mouth so he could talk. “I was surprised too, okay? But I was planning on at least being civil, except you never gave me the opportunity. I mean, it couldn’t have been that bad, right? You were awfully loud.”

“Pot, kettle,” you retorted. You yanked your arm from his grasp, suddenly aware of how close you were. “I was tipsy, got stood up by my date, and thought you were somebody’s plus-one. What’s your excuse?”

“Okay, ouch.” He put a hand over his chest. “I might’ve been a little less than sober and didn’t exactly consider the possibility that I would be transferring to your team of all people, but you weren’t a pity fuck, Y/N.”

“That’s not what I meant,” you groaned, your skin getting warm. You pivoted on your heel, rushing downstairs again.

Jisung just followed you, of course. “Then what did you mean?”

“I meant I usually wouldn’t have been looking to get laid at the office holiday party at all for this exact reason!” You whispered emphatically. “Except I already felt bad about myself because I got stood up, and I was tipsy, so I ended up throwing myself at the hottest stranger I could find. God, of course it bit me in the fucking ass.”

“I thought you were really smart.” Jisung’s sincere words caught you off-guard. “I mean, I know neither of us were all there, but you seemed to really know a lot about your job. And you were funny. Obviously hot too, I mean, whoever stood you up was a fucking—”

You pushed him against the wall by his shoulders, not covering his mouth now, but just staring him in the eye. The exit door of the stairwell was right next to you, which would lead into the employee parking under the building. Most employees took the elevators, so it was only the two of you.

“What do you want from me?” You asked him, eyes narrowed.

“What do you want?” He challenged, eyes glinting as he looked down at you.

Memories of last night that you had been trying to push away all day flooded your mind now. Jisung’s lips on yours, on your neck, collarbones, his deft fingers unzipping your dress so his big hands could caress your bare skin. You had worn red lip gloss to the party, and it looked so pretty scattered across his chest and abdomen.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” Jisung murmured, hands finding familiar holds on your hips, fingertips lining up to the bruises they’d left without even looking. “If it’ll be even better sober? Because I am…”

His pupils were blown, his breaths shallow and quick as his gaze flitted from your lips to eyes. Despite apparently being able to read your mind, he was still gauging your reaction, waiting to see if he’d crossed a line. Acknowledging what had already happened was one thing, suggesting a repeat was a whole other story.

Fuck it.

You nodded quickly, dropping your hands from his shoulders. “Is your car here?”

“I—Fuck, yeah.” He dug into his pants pocket for his keys as he grabbed the exit door with the other.

“Mm,” you sighed in content as Jisung pressed lazy kisses down your spine. “You were right.”

“Oh? About what?” He asked humorously, resting his cheek on your shoulder blade, mimicking your own position with your cheek squished against his pillow.

“It was even better sober.”

He laughed, running his hand down your arm to lace his fingers with yours. “I love when a hypothesis works out.”

You looked at where your linked hands rested on the mattress next to you, how natural it looked. It wasn’t the first time you held hands, tonight or last night. But it was the first time you’d done so when you weren’t in the act. Somehow, it felt even more intimate.

“What do you want from me?” You asked quietly, talking to your hands. That was easier than turning around.

“What do you want?” His voice was soft and gentle, patient yet at the same time, you could sense the underlying anxiety in the question.

You couldn’t take it, needing to see. Letting go of his hand, you turned over in his arms. When you met his eyes, you felt like you were looking at something you shouldn’t. Like he was letting you, hardly more than stranger, cradle his heart in your hands.

“I want more,” you confessed. “I-I don’t know if this is a good idea, it probably isn’t, but—”

“Okay.” He nodded quickly.

“Okay?”

“I can work with that,” he said, cupping the back of your head and kissing you again.

⇢ 2024 hallmark movie marathon

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[psychesalcove]

i have emotional motion sickness, somebody roll the windows down.

♡ tyler hernandez x fem. reader

sypnosis. tyler knew that the phantom realm wasn't a friendly place. it didn't have mercy on anyone—including his girlfriend, you. he knew he should never let his gaurd down, but the one time he did, it ended up harming you.

tw. tree incident just with reader instead of tyler lol, i used google translate for spanish so it's prob wrong (i apologize my spanish speakers😓), blood gore things as usual, not proofread :`(, shitty writing lmao

"jesus christ," tyler heart ashyln mutter from a couple feet in front of him. that wasn't the first bad sign. tyler was already close to an anxiety attack—he could feel the quickening of his breath and heart, and the buzzing feeling in his head.

he knew, he knew that he should have been more careful with you. he didn't want to seem to protective; you could handle your own out here. but this time—the one time he wasn't paying to much attention to you, the worst situation happened. he saw just the last of it; taylor screaming your name as you flew out of the car.

he should have been there to save you.

right now all he could do was walk up to where ashlyn was, hoping that whatever she was seeing wasn't the senario he was playing out in his head. as soon as he layed his eyes on you, his past made up situation didn't seem to bad.

it looked like you were still alive, coughing up blood, creating an awful gurgling sound from your throat. tyler held back a sob as he started running over to you. "what are you doing idiot?!" he yelled behind him, where ashlyn was still standing. at his voice, ashlyn jumped into action, following tyler up to the tree where you (and hopefully not just your body) was.

first and hardest step: getting you off of the tree. he tried to be as gentle with you as possible, but going slow seemed to only create more pain for you. "tyler." ashlyn stated, overwhelmingly calm for the situation they where in. he didn't trust his voice, so he simply nodded while still staring at your bloodied face. "we need to lift her up faster," she explained simply, as if she was just giving directions for a presentation project.

he guessed that's why she was the leader—she knew how to stay calm in these types of situations, whereas tyler was near hyperventilation territory. he nodded again, moving his arms to your back as ashlyn did the same for your other side.

"sorrysorrysorry.." tyler muttered as they started lifting your body. hearing your broken whimpers and whines from the pain nearly broke him, but his priority right now was getting you safe; he could deal with his emotions later.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

they laid you onto the ground, your coughing still persistent and not letting up. tyler then allowed his eyes to roam over your body, now seeing the extent of your injuries. "santa mierda..."

he didn't have much time to do anything before ben was gently pulling him away from you; causing tyler to glare at him. "the hell are you doing?" he asked, not moving away from you. ben only looked at him with sympathy.

taylor came up grabbed his hand. "let ben help her," she said gently, though she looked terrified while saying it. he surprisingly listened to her, but he was as close to you as he could be without getting in the way. "she'll be fine," taylor whispered to him—though he wasn't sure if it was for his comfort or hers. he didn't respond, but he held onto taylor's hand tighter. he could only hope that you'll be okay.

⊹ ࣪ ˖

after what seemed like hours, ben finally stepped away from you. tyler immediately rushed up to you—dropping to the ground in record time. the rest of the group decided to stay back, wanting tyler to get collected before they approached the two of you.

it seemed that you had passed out; which wouldn't be to suprising, considering the injuries you has sustained. tyler put his hand under your neck, supporting your head so it wasn't at an awkward angle. "m'so so sorry cariño.." he muttered lightly, head still swimming with anxiety.

he was usually better at managing his attacks, but without you there, it definitely made an impact. "you're safe now. i promise." tyler countined—his head still had the buzzing sensation of dizziness due to his short intake of breath.

"im so sorry i wasn't there. ill try harder next time, i promise." he finished, bringing his free hand to grasp your limp hand. "you'll be okay. you'll be fine—"

"tyler, we need to start going; phantoms will start being attracted to this area." ashyln said, walking up to tyler and putting a hand on his shoulder. "we'll all keep her safe." she added, noticing tyler's hesitation with getting up.

he nodded to her again and silently got up, ever so gently carrying you with you. taylor smiled at him from where she stood by aiden. 'she'll be okay,' she mouthed to him. he didn't have it in him to say anything back, but the words swirled in his head.

"i'll never let something like that happen again to you." he whispered into your ear, praying that in your unconscious state you could still hear him. "i promise."

title: motion sickness — phoebe brigers

ALSO! I got this idea from other fics that are the same premise, so creds to them for the plot of the fic 😛😋

[wandagcre]

Sam’s Christmas kinks? pls 🥺

WARNING: temperature play, roleplay, use of gags, rope bondage, humiliation, spanking, face-sitting, overstimulation | 18+ men & minors dni.

you both didn't plan it really. or at least, you did not...

but it escalated to something frisky anyway! courtesy of sam doing the spanking and looking for miniscule excuses just so she can put you in her naughty list and spank you until your ass stings in mild pain and tender

at the couch, you're laying in your stomach at sam's lap. she softly ran her hand on your thighs up then your ass, hiking up your dress for tonight's celebration with your family

"know that song about 12 days of christmas? count 12 spanks for me, baby."

you miraculously pull through it and your ass hurts. sam only says 'treats come in later' but oh, you wanted to be fucked so bad. all you can think about while mingling is sam's touch...

sam knows all about it and was internally gloating at the thought. she's surely going to surprise you even more later

in theme for the christmas spirit, you have a nice and naughty gift boxes. nice contains something nonsexual, a thoughtful gift that moves your heart.

and naughty? contains an object for your bedroom activities – making your pussy twitch. you didn't think sam was into this — she gifted you a collar. it had her name and a bell right in the middle.

sam is super into the holiday spirit and she blew your mind how far she was willing to incorporate it in the bedroom!

"the bell? it's multipurpose, baby. it will help me know whether you moved when i strictly ordered you not to. and well... i also need to hear a reminder how exactly rough i'm fucking you with its relentless ringing along your screams."

safe to say you're soaked wet now at sam's teasing. you're hoping that you will survive this goddamn supposed wholesome gathering. you cannot wait to be railed by sam already as she deliciously elaborated.

"guess i am your gift," it was a silly get-up at first, but the glint of absolute delight in sam's eyes and her mouth agape as you presented the slutty santa claus outfit... it fueled the tension even more. it was so rewarding!

sam replaces the santa hat on top of your head with a reindeer headband. "there. much more fitting since i'm going to use you, riding you all night baby."

and sam doesn't stop there. she quipped, "thought you were my present. why don't i see a ribbon all over you?" and proceeds to tie you up with rope and a makeshift bow out of a ribbon she found lying somewhere else, placed on your mouth as a gag 😮‍💨

sam is so into it, you're laid down while you she makes you eat her out. riding your face until you feel all of her weight challenging your neck and mouth that is coated with her arousal 😵‍💫

she doesn't stop there, sam gets up and left you in confusion for few minutes. she comes back with a bowl of ice cubes, some aphrodisiac strawberries and teases you with it, trailing them over your now-shivering body

she didn't hear the bell make a sound. you stayed still as she wanted. "aw, my good girl barely moved?" you preened over the praise ;(

she targets your erogenous areas. she makes you eat some first but orders you to suck the strawberries before biting through them. then sam traces an ice cube on your neck and lower tummy

while tied up you can't do anything but squirm ahh ;( your brain is all fuzzy bc you wanted it to be over AND you didn't want to, at the same time

your nipples aren't safe either. the cold hitting you in such spot made you moan so loud and arch your back helplessly to which sam deviously chuckles at. it's so humiliating ;( but you wanted to be nice - a good girl for sam - so you refuse to complain, only whimpering in gratitude

sam takes a bite of the aphrodisiac strawberries too, removes the poorly made ribbon gag, and pulls you in for a rough kiss. the sweetness and distinct taste of sam that lingered in your tastebuds? both of you were so turned on and felt frenzied, sooo worked up

you're so turned on as sam wanted and you reason out how you have been nice and obedient. sam takes pity and finally takes care of your throbbing pussy.

"it's the giving season, after all. so, I won't stop fingering you until I think you had enough." you came for four times already and sam hasn't shown any signs of stopping just yet.

the collar on your neck won't stop ringing as she fingers you into oblivion 🤕 it was a rather moany christmas indeed ;)

[saberlibrary]

Santa’s prettiest Elf ft. Toji Fushiguro

Day 05 of 31 Days of Ficmas!

summary — toji fushiguro takes his son to meet the local santa, and one of his elves catches his attention.

word count — 824

content — MDNI, smut, pwp, sex in public space, unprotected sex, bad christmas referencies, bad writing, little bit of praise/degradation/overstimulation

notes — i wish i had more time to write this one

Toji Fushiguro returns to the Christmas fair around its closing time, watching from afar as people leave and the place begins to empty.

He had brought Megumi there earlier to see all the decorations and meet Santa when one particular elf-dressed woman caught his attention, guarding Santa’s cabin door and talking cheerfully with everyone in the line.

You, with your little green dress, striped white-red socks, and the usual Christmas hat, held his intimidating gaze and chatted so sweetly with his son.

So, naturally, Toji comes back to get a taste of you.

A wicked smile grows on his lips when he sees you’re the only one closing everything around Santa’s cabin, making sure there’s no one near before approaching you, silently like a cat.

“You shouldn’t be here,” your voice sounds before he announces himself. You’re not facing him, and, for a moment, Toji is dumbfounded.

Amusement fills him, “Oh?”

“I saw you. Your presence is hard to miss,” you explain, facing the man with a smile yourself. “Is there anything you need, Mr…?”

“Call me Toji.”

You hum, locking the front fences and walking back towards the cabin, he follows you promptly, “And how can I help you, Toji?”

“Was wondering if I could get my Christmas gift now.”

You both feel the tension in the air, so palpable you could grab it and twist its neck. Toji is, by far, the hottest man you’ve ever laid eyes on, and that is the reason why you chuckle and step into Santa’s cabin, letting him follow you inside.

“Do you always let strangers in?”, he asks playfully when you close the door, making his way to the big red chair situated in the middle back of the place.

You watch cautiously as he sits, resting his head on his fist and looking at you as if you are the most intriguing thing in the world, “Just the handsome ones who come back looking for me.”

That devilish smile appears on his face again, “A smooth talker, aren’t you?”, he readjusts himself on the chair, “Why don’t you come sit on my lap?”

You go to him so quickly it feels like he has a leash around your neck; pulling, pulling, pulling.

Toji smashes your lips together the moment you’re on top of him, stealing your breath away and consuming you as he pushes his tongue into your mouth.

His hands are firmly pressed on your thighs, slowly going up alongside your dress, and finally squeezing your ass. You sigh into the kiss, moaning when he sucks on your tongue.

He breaks the kiss already licking your chin, biting on your jaw and it makes you dizzy.

You can barely keep up with him, yet you’re feeling it all.

You feel it when he removes his hands from your butt, lifts your dress, and presses his fingers on your wet cunt, you feel it when he fingers you like no one ever did and makes you cum oh so quickly.

You can hear the sound of his zipper and your attention goes straight to his cock, so big and thick it worries you for a moment. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it fit,” he says as if reading your mind.

Your breathing is still uneven when Toji pumps his length a few times and pushes the tip inside, slowly burying himself in you.

You feel your body burning hot, adjusting yourself to him and clawing at his clothed shoulders, “Fuck, Toji…”, you cry out when he finally bottoms out.

The dark-haired man starts to move, “Took me so good,” he praises, using his hands to move you the way he wants as he snaps his hips. “You were born for my cock.”

He has utter control of your body and you’re completely out of your senses, feeling his hands on your waist and the shape of his cock, in and out, in and out. You can swear you’re drooling, and Toji is hyperfixed on where both of you connect.

“Hah, pretty elf… pretty fucking whore…”, he groans. You feel your high approaching suddenly and, before you know it, you’re shaking above him. Your second orgasm comes and Toji can feel your muscles contracting as you cry out and hold onto him, “Fuck, already?”

His grip on you gets tighter and his pace gets faster, rougher, “Wait– Toji–”, you whine, fucked out. “I’m– too sensitive…”, he can see the tears on your face and it only pushes him further.

“Sorry, pretty, gotta cum too. You can take it,” he bites your jaw, fucking you rashly.

When your third orgasm hits, he has to pull out immediately, cumming on your beautiful green dress and staining your elf costume.

“Fuck,” he breathes out. “Couldn’t have you squeezing me like that. Dangerous shit.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, still zoned out.

“You know…” he starts as he watches you coming down from your high, “You should be on Santa’s naughty list.”

[fanfics4all]

Naughty List

Request: Yes / No Fluffcember Day 15!

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Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 619

Warnings: Just naughty fluff!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Naughty List

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*Daryl’s POV*

Snow crunched under my boots as I walked up the narrow, snow-covered path leading to the cabin I shared with my wife, Y/N. The winter chill bit through my jacket and my cheeks were red from the wind, but I didn’t mind. After spending hours scouting for supplies, all I wanted was to head inside, get warm, and enjoy a quiet night by the fire. 

When I opened the door, dog came running up to greet me. I pushed him down and gave him a few pats on the head. I looked up to see Y/N waiting for me, bundled up in one of my old flannels with a smirk on her face. She leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, eyeing me with a mischievous glint I recognized all too well. 

“Well, look who’s back, thought you’d sneak in here without gettin’ noticed?” She said with a teasing tone. I raised a brow, brushing snow off my jacket. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” She shrugged, pretending to examine her nails, though her grin only grew wider. 

“Oh, you know. I was just thinkin’ about Santa’s list. You know, the whole naughty or nice thing? And I gotta say… you’re not exactly giving off ‘nice’ list vibes.” I rolled my eyes, a slight smirk betraying my amusement. 

“I don’t give a damn about Santa’s list.” I said though I couldn’t help but glance at her with a playful glint in my eyes. 

“Besides, I’m nice enough. You’re just biased.” She let out a laugh, stepping forward and playfully poking my chest. 

“Oh, no, you don’t get off that easy, Mr. Dixon. I mean let’s see, tracking mud all over the cabin, muttering under your breath, that scowl you give just about everybody, and pushing poor dog away… definitely naught material.” I scoffed, though I couldn’t help the faint smile tugging at my lips. 

“I don’t scowl all the time. Only when people give me a reason to.” I defended. 

“Oh, sure, that’ll convince Santa.” Her voice dripped with mock seriousness. 

“He’s definitely gonna see the soft side of Daryl Dixon and be like, ‘Oh, this guy deserves extra presents!’” I chuckled, as I took my jacket off and hung it by the door. I moved closer to her, my gaze narrowing. 

“You keep talkin’ like that, you’re gonna end up on the naughty list too.” She raised an eyebrow, looking up at me with a challenging gleam. 

“Oh, is that so? And what would you do about it?” Without missing a beat, I leaned down and wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close. 

“Guss I’d have to teach you a lesson.” I muttered, my voice gruff, but laced with teasing. She laughed, reaching up to ruffle my hair. 

“Nice try, Dixon, but I think you’re all bark and no bite.” 

“Is that what you think?” I asked, tilting my head down to brush my lips against hers in a gentle and heated kiss. We broke apart because dog started barking and nudging our legs. She leaned down and scratched his head with a smile. 

“You know, maybe I’ll let Santa know you’ve been a little nice this year.” She teased, standing back up. 

“Just a little?” I asked, arching a brow. 

“Hey, don’t push it. You’ve still got a lot of scowling to make up for.” I laughed, wrapping my arms loosely around her. 

“Fine, but if it keeps me off the naughty list… guess I can try to be a bit nicer.” With that, she pulled me to sit near the fire. Dog laid across her lap as she rested her head on my shoulder. For once, the world outside was quiet.

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[cherryxcadbury]

hey! just saw your post. could you write a mbappe imagine where they have a child and him and the child try to convince the reader for another sibling. super fluff!! 💋💋

LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS!

2nd person pov

"Nicolas! Amour! Where are you two?" You called, waltzing into the sitting room where your son & husband sat.

The two were snuggled into the couch, whispering loudly into each other's ears in French. You tried hard to understand what they were saying, but your lack of knowledge on French did not help you in the slightest. The two perked up when they saw you enter.

"Cherie! Come sit!" Kylian smiled, patting the sofa, gesturing to sit between him and Nicolas.

You smiled, doing as suggested, laying back into the couch. Nicolas immediately climbed on your lap, while Kylian moved closer to you and placed your legs on his lap.

You eyed your two boys suspiciously. 

"What's going on?" 

"What do you mean mummy?" Nicolas looked up at you with deep eyes, full of emotion.

You chuckled, "Nothing. Mummy didn't mean anything." You kissed his cheek.

"I meant, what's up with you?" You shot Kylian a pointed look, who smiled sheepishly.

"Well, me and Nicolas were talking about what he wants for his birthday." Kylian began. 

You quirked and eyebrow at the both of them this time.

"Your birthday was last month love." You told your son.

"Yes but next year. When I turn four." He responded.

"Well," You said, turning your head to face him, "What is it that you want."

"A little brother or sister." He grinned, with so much hope in his eyes.

You smiled back at him but shot Kylian a dirty look, who just smirked in reply. He gently grabbed your face, and kissed you. It was a clear attempt to convince you to try for another child.

You swatted him away and turned back to Nicolas. 

"You know my love. Having a child isn't that easy." You reminded your son.

"Why don't you just go to the store and buy one?" Nicolas questioned innocently.

His eyes lit up suddenly, "Oh oh oh! Or ask Santa for Christmas next year, and a stork will come and drop one off!"

"Actually Nico, to have a child it needs more involvement in mummy and daddy's part s—" Kylian began.

You immediately shushed him. 

"Idiot! He's too young for this talk!" You scolded your husband.

"Mummy and Daddy will try very hard and talk to Santa about it. Okay?" You told Nicolas, who nodded enthusiastically. 

"Now come on, let's watch the film." You all directed your attention to the television.

Well at least you all thought you directed your attention. Not a moment later you felt a hand on your thigh. A thumb circling in the same spot over & over again. You turned to scowl at Kylian who just winked at you. 

You couldn't help but laugh.

***

Not more than thirty minutes later, Nicolas was asleep.

Kylian bent low to Nicolas's ear and whispered something in French to see if he was still awake. He was not. The two of your shared a knowing look. Words weren't needed ti communicate what you needed to communicate. 

You both got up, Nicolas in your arms, Kylian's arms around your waist. You had to walk only a few strides before you entered your son's room. Kylian gently laid him down and kissed his forehead. You sat on the edge of the bed and brushed his hair out of his eyes. You kissed Nicolas's cheek, and wished him a good night. Though he was fast, fast asleep. 

The two of you walked out of his room quietly, being extra careful when closing the door. A sigh of relief was let out when it was all done without waking him up. You were about to head to the washroom to shower and get ready for bed before you felt Kylians grip on your wrist. He twirled you around so you were close to the wall. His forehead against yours, lips merely centimeters away from each other. 

"So about that baby?" He smirked. 

You scoffed. 

"Aw come on cherie! It's not like we can't give him a sibling." Kylian protested.

You playfully rolled your eyes.

"Maybe I just don't want to do what's required to make the child." You shot him a wink.

Kylian cocked his head, "Amour. I'm Kylian Mbappe. Everyone's attracted to me!" 

You smacked your hand against your forehead.

"Contrary to popular belief Kylian. Not everyone finds ninja turtles attractive."

“Pleaseee Y/N! Think about how cute it would be to have a little you running around! Then our family would truly be complete!”

You gave him a quick peck on the lips, before strolling into your master bedroom, purposefully leaving the door wide open.

Kylian stood dumbfounded for a few minutes. He was very very confused. His ego also took a hit. You poked your head out from the door.

"Do you want to make that baby or not?" 

Thanks to Kylians speed, it didn't take one second for him to be in that room with the door slammed shut. 

*** Eleven months later

“Nicolas! Come see your birthday gift.” You warmly smiled at your son from the hospital bed.

Nicolas walked gingerly, hand in hand with his dad. Kylian greeted you with a kiss on the cheek, while Nicolas stood on his tip toes to see his new siblings. They were twins, one boy, and one girl.

Was that the plan? No, not really.

Nicolas’s eyes widened in delight while Kylian was almost reduced to tears. You propped Nicolas up on the hospital bed with you, while transferring both children into the arms of Kylian.

“They’re beautiful amour. We did a great job. I’m proud of you.” Kylian complimented, wishing he could take your hand if both weren’t occupied with holding his new kids.

“Mummy. I asked Santa for two brothers. Not a sister. The storks messed up.” Nicolas frowned.

You and Kylian laughed while he nudged Nicolas’s shoulder.

“Nicolas. Do you want to name them?” Kylian asked earnestly, receiving a nod from you in approval.

Secretly, you were a little hesitant. There was one certain name you had your heart set on for the girl, you doubted Nicolas would choose it. But his happiness mattered more to you than some picture perfect names.

“Hmmm, for the boy, Theo.” Nicolas started.

You nodded, you liked it.

“And for the girl. Lena!” Nicolas cheered, looking into your eyes with glee.

You grinned, that had been the name you wanted all along. But how did he know? Ah, of course. You turned your head to meet your husband’s gaze. Of course it was Kylian’s doing.

“I love you.” You mouthed to him.

“I love you more.” He winked back, causing your cheeks to grow red.

still, after all these years. That man’s affect on you would never change.

[catharrington]

Link to read on AO3

Steve’s inside a tiny pop up bar, hastily designed and constructed in a warehouse as if that made it more dangerous than anyother bar. They were becoming a thing in the 90’s he supposed, like oversized suit jackets or spiked-collars. And he liked them just fine. It was even deeper underground than most seedy gay clubs.

The people who drink here don’t mind that he's a hybrid.

They don’t mind his triangle-shaped ears atop his messy, brown hair, or the long fur-covered tail that relays every emotion he’s feeling out loud for the world to see. Even the bad ones.

Like right now— seeing a ghost from his past again out of the blue, just a few seats down the bar, has got his tail flicking against his stool legs. A ringing metallic flick-flick-flick.

Steve digs his claw into the bar top, leaving a deep crescent mark.

Since Steve’s seen him last, he’s doing well. He’s smiling and glowing and he’s put on a few healthy pounds. He looks like he could lift Steve up over his head if he wanted to.

The ice in Steve’s drink melts and breaks apart with a soft noise. Another man at the bar tries to flirt with him, a hot, whispered breath right into the sensitive fur of his ears, but… Steve makes no moves to actually listen.

Because Steve isn’t at the bar anymore. He’s sinking into golden quicksand— California beach scalding.

Steve doesn’t even realize he’s staring until his pretty ghost turns around.

“Harrington?” His breathy voice asks. Just as boyish and melodic as ever.

“Harrington,” he repeats in a hiss, “back to last names? Should I be insulted, Hargrove?”

“Sorry, Stevie.” Billy chuckles as he leans over the bar. Up close, Steve can see he’s got a strawberry blond beard defining his jawline.

“I’ve got to say, I’m surprised to see you in a place like this.” He sings.

Steve can’t say he disagrees. His lips quirk up. Playful, it’s in his nature. “I come to these all the time, Billy. I like the atmosphere. And the art. It’s very new-age-industrial.”

Billy watches him for a moment with curious eyes, scanning over his expression. And, like so many years ago, Billy’s sea foam green eyes can read Steve’s face line for line like a damn book: “Bullshit.”

“I’m here to try and get laid!” Steve gives up the ruse with a laugh. It makes Billy’s own laughter come out, just as pretty as the rest of him. Steve takes a long swig of his drink while he allows Billy to laugh at him. Then slowly licks the sour taste from his lips.

Can’t help but notice Billy’s eyes track that movement as well.

“Is that what you want to hear?” Steve pushes.

Billy shrugs. He swipes back a lock of hair that had fallen across his forehead. “Yeah, sure. I believe that before Steve Harrington: indie art scene groupie.”

Steve rolls his eyes at being called a groupie. It’s not the worst thing, by far. “Sort of unfair you asked me what I was doing here, when I should ask the same. I thought you were splitting town? Running away from your old man?”

Billy watches Steve, his eyes widening as their last conversation resurfaces. As it floats to the top of Steve’s crappy mixed drink as buoyant as an olive.

“Figured you’d be sunburnt in Santa Carla by now?” Steve asks.

He asks and really means it.

That daydream had helped him repair his broken heart, his bruised and bloody ego, his tail between his legs. He told himself it wasn’t really about him, it was Billy’s father who ran him out of town. It was Billy’s father who planted and watered all the anger. The fact Steve was a hybrid was just a convenient excuse. Low hanging fruit. Even if the words never left his mind.

Even if the words sat on the edge of his bed every night to remind him of his unwantedness.

Steve imagines it was worth it, in some way, to get Billy to a safer place. Yet, he’s turned up here. Only a day’s drive from Steve’s hometown. In a pretentious pop-up bar. Glowing, and radiant, and blushing.

Billy lifts one hand to scrub at his beard. He’s got an open beer bottle pinched between his fingers. Effortlessly calm and suave. He takes a long swig before answering.

“Funny thing about Santa Carla… it’s a long drive out there for nowhere to stay.”

Billy’s searching his face, his body, as if it holds the answers. His electric-blue eyes settled finally on his tail.

Steve’s got to turn and order another drink. His fur starts standing on end from all the wonderful attention, preening from it.

“So you gave up?” Steve asks, uncaring.

“Something like that. I got a job here, an apartment. It was temporary ‘till I got some money, but you know. I just. Never left.”

Billy swallows thickly next to him. Shuffling as he gets closer. His hand is right beside Steve’s own as it lays on the bar.

Billy’s got ink all up and down his arms, on his chest and neck. He’s even got pretty things on the back of his hand. A red rose with brilliant green leaves curling over the edges of his palm.

Steve’s own hand itches to touch. To feel the tattoo’s raised scars, and Billy’s hot pulse under them. He wants to trace each one as if he were playing with lines of sunlight across the carpet on a sunny afternoon.

Steve reaches for his new drink, instead. He shivers as he drinks it down.

“Chicago’s not like Hawkins, then, huh? Where you just had to get out, just had to run—or, what?” Steve can taste the hatred in his own words. Stuck in his throat like a hair ball.

He was simply ‘Harrington’ to him across the bar now, only that. Billy’s hands were red, alright, but it wasn’t from his fucking tattoo. It was from Steve’s heart still beating inside of them.

“Steve,” Billy insists, “you know why I had to—.”

“I know.” Steve’s voice shakes with a whimper. His tail finally stops and curls closer to his feet, hiding away.

Steve blinks his swelling eyes down to Billy’s neck. The ink there is pretty too. Under the collar of the soft band t-shirt Billy’s wearing, Steve can see the wings of a flying sparrow.

“It was nice to see you again, Billy.”

Steve stands from the bar, finishing his drink before dropping a bill in one swift move, expecting to run away. He’s expecting to leave, to try and forget. Again. Just like last time.

But he doesn’t expect the hand that reaches for his elbow.

He doesn’t mean to shake the hand and keep walking. He’s on autopilot, he thinks. Blackout.

Feeling injured and lonely, Steve’s ears flatten to the top of his head and his tail hides between his legs. It had started raining while he was in the bar. The sidewalks are darker now, louder, from the onslaught.

And that’s just fine. The raindrops are fat and slow and they remind him of himself. He gasps for breath in the rain, and gets a mouthful.

“Oh, great, I’m drunk.” He mutters to himself.

Steve closes his eyes though a wave of nausea, stumbling further into the night, and when he opens them it’s like opening them up to a dream.

Blond curls turning dark in the rain, flattening to lay around Billy’s face in a pretty frame. His skin, pink and flushed from the cold, illuminates the freckles on his face like stars in the sky.

“Trying to make us even?” Billy yells over the rainfall.

Steve eyes him wary at first, hesitant he’s real at all.

“Making us even would be me calling you a freak!” He hissed.

Billy’s face falls. “Suppose so,” he calls. “You have every right to.”

Then he opens his arms. Holding them out as if waiting for a hug. Or a bullet. His shirts totally lost in the rain, turning the well loved gray to a solid black color that clings to Billy’s every curve. His abdomen is very welcoming, cozy, Steve wishes it could be his to run into.

He wished he could be the bullet. That he could hit Billy’s chest right there. Right there. In the same place his wound still bleeds.

But Steve was drunk. And cold. And wet. And his tail and ears hung so very heavy on his body.

He stayed quiet, watching blissfully as Billy got wetter and wetter. Until he wasn’t angry anymore.

“I was so mad at you for so long.” Forcing the words one by one, Steve’s voice trembles.

He closes his eyes and lets his silly, love-sick heart surge up into his throat.

“After us, I’ve spent my whole life trying to find someone that fits just like you, but… you’re different, Billy. You made me feel safe. Content. Warm.”

Billy scoffs, his hands dropping to his sides with a wet slap. “Bullshit.”

“Is it?” Steve meows a laugh.

Billy’s face creases in disgust, in confusion. Water falls from his long lashes as he blinks them rapidly.

“Cool it, kitty. I’m not some damn PRINCE CHARMING! I break everything I touch!” He yells over the rain. Over the base of the music they could still hear from the bar. Billy’s louder than any of that.

“Then why don’t you try fixing me!” Steve yells back. He’s desperate and mostly drunk as he steps closer.

And suddenly, Steve notices how Billy still radiates heat. The years of time between them tick down to nothingness. Steve shakes his head, pointed ears flicking water, his eyes a mix of tears and rain, and Billy opens his mouth like he’s about to ruin it.

But then, Steve’s pawing at that strawberry blond beard growth that wasn’t there years ago. And he pulls Billy’s head down with a light gasp that gets captured by Steve’s eager lips.

It’s a sad excuse for a kiss, it’s messy and it tastes like chilled beer. But Billy’s lips are hot, familiar, it makes Steve let out a whimpering, shameful moan.

Steve’s hands grip Billy’s shirt. Now he’s the one holding on— now he’s the one chasing. His claws rip the fabric with the want he has for Billy to stay so terribly bad.

“I never meant to hurt you.” Billy admits in a whisper.

He reaches down to cradle Steve’s arms. Slowly lifting the claws from his chest. Steve would let him do whatever he pleased, he’s already a trained house cat for Billy.

Their fingers laced together, as if pieces slotting back into place. With their hands like this, it brings back happy memories. On Steve’s teenage bed, in the early hours of the mornings before the world around them woke up. When Steve’s tail would wrap euphorically around Billy’s legs. When his ears were flattened by the force of his happy purring.

Then, Billy’s moving. Pulling him through the rain until Billy leads them to, truly, a tiny and shitty apartment. The red brick building was painted but beginning to flake off. Billy held his hand as they took the steps, and into the hallway, before begrudgingly letting go to fish his keys.

He turns over his shoulder to watch Steve. Key in the door. Steve is shivering, hugging his skinny frame, his sopping sweater. He doesn’t know what Billy could be looking at, but he smiles.

Billy opens the door and leads Steve inside. They settle in their underpants with towels around their heads on the couch. Their shoes and outer-clothes drip drying by the radiator.

Steve feels so content and warm he doesn’t even realize he’s purring.

“Woah, I really, really missed that.” Billy drawls. His hand finally reaches Steve’s tail, gently petting the tussled fur as if he spent years longing for this exact moment.

Steve can’t help but to kiss him again.

((My entry into the @harringrovezine Kings of Nowhere. I loved making Harringrove older and slightly down on their luck and lonely, so when I heard the prompt I jumped at making some sappy reunion scene. Of course I’ve got to make this pretty kitty Steven go through it a little bit before he becomes the King of Billy’s shitty apartment. And his whole life, I’m sure 😽😽. Thank you so much for letting me write on this amazing zine, make sure to check them out for other fic and art. Harringrove always and forever!!!))

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👉👈 uhm could you maybe release a snippet of those fics? Please? 🥺

I’ve deleted and rewritten this ask like 5 times because I’ve never in my life requested smut let alone something like… well that.

-The Ex-Lurker

Anon I am very sorry to inform you that these snippest are as real as santa. I never work on more than one or two fics at a time. And even when I do, i immediately post them the second they're finished.

There is no easter bunny, no queen of England and no Shadowheart degradation snippets.

I have requests for Shadowheart degrading people that i plan on posting after I actually write them, which I have not.

Instead, have this piece I've written just for you as an apology for leading you on <3 i will do it again.

Shadowheart degrades you

[ Smut, degradation, overstimulation, nb!reader, Dom!shadowheart ]

The sound of your voice was all you could hear in the room, raw, breathless, and needy. Hearing the desperation in your own moans made you close your eyes in embarrassment.

"What's wrong?" Shadowheart's soft voice came from above you. Her hand went down to caress your head on her lap.

You choked on your own reply, your body squirming and twitching as yet another orgasm was forced out of you. Her hand between your thighs now drenched with your cum.

"Is it too much for your brain? Is that what this is about?" She didn't even give you a moment to rest before hand started moving again, the same brutal pace that she's been forcing onto you for an hour.

"If only you could see how pathetic you look right now." She didn't take her eyes off of your fucked out face on her lap, she seemed to revel in making you feel that burning shame of being watched.

She still had all of her clothes on, not a hair out of place, while you laid naked below her. She didn't even break a sweat while she continuously toyed and abused your most intimate areas into overstimulation.

"Just how many times did you make a mess already, and you're still cumming?" She stopped overstimulating you long enough to give the inside of your thighs a light slap, making your body jump as a loud whine escaped you.

She laughed, she was laughing at you.

Immediately, you felt yourself getting pushed to the edge of another orgasm, so fast too, you were really losing your mind.

"That pretty head of yours will probably be empty by the time I'm done with you." She caressed your head again, "you won't have any other purpose after. You'll be completely useless."

You were so close, you didn't care about your dignity anymore. You just wanted relief.

"Maybe I should invite all of our friends here, give them front row seats to your little show." She let you grind against her hand, cooing and chuckling as you made another mess, covering the insides of your thighs in your own cum.

But she didn't stop, instead, her hand went back to the same brutal pace if not faster.

The pleasure was too intense. It became too much and borderline painful. Your cries were ignored by Shadowheart as you begged and pleaded for a rest.

"A bitch in heat, that's what you are." The hand on your head pulled your hair in a painful grip as she brought your head closer to her face.

Her hand never stopped, you were full on crying from the burning pleasure. You couldn't control yourself, you couldn't control your voice and you couldn't stop from cumming endlessly on her hand. This was your punishment for overindulgence.

Isn't it her job to cleanse people of their sins as a cleric? Then consider this your atonement for being the whore that you are. For all the lust filled thoughts clouding your brain.

"Say, thank you." Her hold tightned on your hair, "thank me for treating you like you deserve to be treated, and I might let go."

Your nerves were on fire. You barely registered your own words as you thanked her as loudly as you can between your cries. Thanking her for giving a dirty pathetic whore like you the chance to repent and get cleansed.

Both hand let go of you, you head was dropped back into her lap.

"Turn around." She looked at you in disgust, "ass up, face down."

[tlexx]

Miss You (Vamp!Jake x Reader Smut)

AN: this is a continuation of Lost Boys, but you didn’t have to read it to enjoy! Just skip the emo part at the beginning!

Warnings: Biting, Public Sex, Blood Kink, Spanking, Fingering, Hair Pulling, Vaginal Penetration

You sat across from him in the dark bar in Amsterdam, the third city you’ve been to in the past two weeks, in complete silence. He was rigid, somehow more so than normal. Danny and Sam had written to Jake, telling him that they too had not heard from their eldest brother, Josh. No one had heard from Josh in months, and it was starting to chip away at Jake, and subsequently you as well.

Despite physically distancing himself from his brothers, he couldn’t help but always have them on his mind. They were his everything, other than you, and now that he knew how to keep you safe and heal your relationship, his attention naturally turned to the one he felt he had lost; Josh.

“Baby?” You questioned quietly, pulling Jake from his haze. He quickly looked up from the sound of your soft voice, instinctively smiling at his favorite sight. His left hand tightly gripped a large pint of dark beer, almost pointlessly, as it would take something much stronger to get him actually drunk.

“Hmm.” He hummed as he reached across the table to take your hand in his. Jake rubbed his thumb gently over the back of your hand, a slight disappointment. Jake had been nothing but gentle with you lately, caressing you with light fingers that tickled instead of stung. It made no sense to you. You were a vampire now too, yet he treated you like you were that fragile girl that laid on the sandy beaches of Santa Carla. Not one bruise, bite, or mark disturbed your skin, and you hated it.

“What are you thinking about?” You knew the answer, but you wanted to see if he’d admit it.

“My brothers.”

“Josh.” You corrected.

Jake hung his head slightly, smirking and licking over his bottom lip, amused at how brave you’ve become in challenging him. You watched his tongue move so slowly, wishing that it was tracing the curve of your hip. You knew you should be ashamed of thinking about sex when he was fighting something internally, but he was your soulmate and it was always so hard to keep your hands off of him. “You know me so well, baby.”

“Like you always say, we are written by the moon.” You smirked back. Jake pulled your knuckles up to his mouth, letting his lips linger with a soft kiss. His eyes didn’t leave yours, so there was no way Jake missed the way your eyes rolled. He dropped your hand slightly, cocking an eyebrow at you. “Now, what was that?”

You embarrassingly avoided his gaze, biting the inner part of your undoubtedly pink cheek. Jake let your hand fall to the table, but kept a strong grip on your wrist. A touch that made you shift in your seat.

‘Baby, can you look at me?’ He carefully phrased it in a question, so you were able to avoid the request. Jake waited a moment, to see if you would give in to him. Years ago, you would in an instant, yet now you are more familiar with your stubbornness. When you continued to defy him, he squeezed harder around you. ‘Look at me.’

The demand that echoed through your head was impossible to disobey. In response, one that was entirely out of your control, your head whipped to look at your husband. Jake’s jaw was set to the side, his eyes darker than they were before, eyebrows lifted with amusement.

“You know better than that.” He growled from his seat. Jake leaned forward, pulling your arm as he did to bring your bodies closer over the table. “I’ll ask once; will you tell me what’s bothering you?”

You remained silent, looking at him through your coated lashes.

“Fine, tell-”

“You forget, Jacob, that I can make you do anything I want as well.” It was yet another challenge, one that he seemed impressed by.

He slowly let go of your hand, taking his place back perfectly slouched in his chair. Jake’s left hand slid down his thigh, pulling at his black jeans trying to give himself more room. Maybe this was working, maybe you needed to be the aggressor for once. Just to give him the incentive to treat you the way you so desperately desired.

‘Better be careful, babygirl.’

‘Or what? You gonna keep treating me like I’m gonna break?’ The thought came out before you could stop it. You exposed yourself at the first chance you got, obviously more desperate than you initially thought.

Jake bit back a smile, becoming aware of what was really bothering you. He chuckled, slowly nodding his head. “You’ve missed me?”

You stayed silent once again. You were not going to give him the satisfaction of a response to his patronizing teasing.

From an outsider's perspective, there was nothing being said between the two of you nestled in the back of the bar. Yet, Jake was not removing himself from the space in your head he occupied so often.

‘You missed the way I touched you? You miss the bruises, baby?”

You shifted in your seat, your skirt not giving you the friction you were pining for.

‘You miss how I bite you? Making sure you are mine, only mine?’

It took all your concentration to keep you from throwing your head back and moaning out his name in front of all these innocent mortals.

‘Oh, I know. You miss the way I’d fuck you. You want me to fuck you, baby?’

You got up from your seat without a word. You knew that the only sound you were capable of forming was a filthy high pitched moan. You grabbed his hand, as he sat smiling, pulling him behind you. Jake didn’t protest or put up a fight, he just stopped you for a second so he could throw a hundred dollar bill down on the wooden table. It was way more than the two beers cost, but he was in a rush and money didn’t matter to a man who has lived for hundreds of years.

Jake let you think you were leading him out of the bar, but the two of you knew that it was him that was in control, over everything. He was not just your husband, but your creator, your alpha.

Before the two of you reached his black motorcycle parked on the side of the building, he grasped your waist, pulling you to spin back into his arms. He held you almost impossibly close to him, giving you the ability to feel how excited he was just to get you back to your shared bed.

“Do you know-” He started while pressing his forehead to yours.

“The safeword, yes. Twilight.” You bounced on the balls of your feet. The excitement of what was to come manifested in overeager, almost silly movements.

Jake laughed lightly at your eagerness, kissing you on the top of your forehead, lighting up butterflies in your stomach.

“I’m glad you know, but that’s not what I was going to say.” Jake bent down ever so slightly to meet your eyes directly. “Do you know how much I love you?”

You responded with a kiss, knowing that it would hold more weight than any words. The passion in the way your lips moved with one another caused both of your fangs to come out. Biting into one another’s lip, eagerly chasing the blood that was threatening to fall down your chins. The kiss was paired with Jake’s hands roaming your hips and ass, squeezing every time you pressed into him. It was evident he needed this just as bad as you did. He had missed you too.

“Let’s get back, baby. I’m not sure I can wait that much longer.” He looked down between your bodies, yet you didn’t have to look to know what he was referring to. You could feel his hard cock pressing into you right under your belly button, teasing you already. You didn’t expect him to be this hard from just a kiss, but Jake’s body revealed what his words could not.

You walked backwards towards his bike, pulling him along with you. A playful smile fell upon your lips. Jake’s brown eyes hooded over, watching you with so much love and infatuation, a look you thought only possible in fairy tales.

“You won’t have to wait.”

“Oh? What do you have in mind?”

You mount the motorcycle, settling down in your rightful seat. Sitting on the back his bike felt like you were on your throne, and in a way you were.

“You’ll see.” You winked, lifting your skirt higher up your legs slowly, your trademark move. Jake watched in hungry amusement, licking his lips once you revealed the scar he gave you so many years ago.

Jake trusted you, but there was a flash of annoyance when you did not give him the answer he wanted. He looked at you once more, silently requesting a response. Once he settled with the fact that he would not get one, he started his bike with a coinciding shake of his head. The roar of an engine giving you a false sense of privacy, you found the button of his jeans. Your manicured fingers easily popped it open, making it easy to pull the sturdy zipper down.

“Baby…” Jake warned in a shaky breath.

You kissed the shoulder of his leather jacket, moving your lips up to his ear to whisper; allowing your fang to bite into his lobe. “Can you take me home, daddy?”

“Fuck. Anything for you.”

You squeezed your knees into his hips to hold on, unable to use your hands to keep you from falling. He drove off reckless and fast, trying his best to make the fifteen minute drive much much shorter.

One of your favorite secret things about Jake was that he seldom wore underwear under his jeans, and right now you silently thanked him for the dirty habit. You palmed him, not because you needed to, but just to tease him further. You could hear him curse under his breath, feel his hips jolt forward trying to get you to wrap your fingers around where he needed you the most.

Jake white knuckled his handlebars when you pulled his cock free from his tight jeans. You were lucky that there was no one else on the road, but in all honesty neither of you ever paid any mind to those who surrounded you.

You twisted your wrist as you ran your hand up the long length of his cock, running your thumb over the tip. Jake groaned and his cock twitched in your hand the second time you repeated the movement.

‘You okay, Jakey?’ You mocked. You knew that this was the only time that he wasn’t going to take all control from you, and you had to take advantage.

‘You’re in for it when we get back.’

‘Lucky me.’

You moved your hand up and down his cock, squeezing harder the faster he drove. You kept a nice steady pace, not actually wanting to get him off just trying to make it torturous for him until he was deep inside you. Every bump he hit was used to your advantage, sending his dick further up into your hand.

“Can you go any faster, baby?” You whined in his ear. Your voice was light and flirty, sounding more innocent than you ever should.

“Fuck, baby, I’m going.” Jake’s voice was strained. He was fighting off all urges to pull over and bend you over his motorcycle right then and there, a thought that looped through both of your minds often. He had done it once before, on the backroads of northern France, and it remained one of your most cherished memories.

“I just want you so bad.” To punctuate your point you brought your free hand further into his jeans to his balls. As one hand continued to pump him, the other gently massaged him. You were rewarded with a string of moans and shaky breaths from your lover, making you smile into his shoulder. “Do you want me, Jake?”

“What kind of question is that? Of course I do.”

“Then faster.” You demanded.

The speedometer hit one hundred. Jake sped past any car that stood in the way of being able to fuck you. You weren’t scared in the slightest, letting the adrenaline further along your lust.

You could feel yourself growing wetter. You were soaking through your lace panties to the point you swore you could feel it dripping down your thigh. You rolled your hips forward so your pussy was pressed further onto the leather seat of the bike. The vibration and pothole ridden road was the only thing giving you some relief.

“Fuck, that feels so good.” You moan again in his ear. Your hands were still on him but slowed ever so slightly by the distraction of your own pleasure.

“Y/N, are you using my bike to get off?” He tried his best to look behind his shoulder, to get any sort of glance of your pussy grinding against the leather seat. Yet, unfortunately for him, he had to keep his eyes more so on the road.

“Mhm.” Your head fell further into his shoulder, hot breaths tickling his neck. “I am.”

You could see him gulp down his arousal, quickly collecting his composure. Jake didn’t like allowing you to win, and he would not be doing that now. “Good girl.”

The pet name coaxed you along, praise giving you motivation. You moved your hips back and forth at the same pace you jerked off Jake, the closest thing you could get to fucking at the moment. His cock had grown even harder, something you didn’t think possible, and you knew that you would be sore in the morning.

“How much longer?” You whined after kissing the side of his neck.

“Just a few minutes, baby. Keep going, get yourself wet for me.”

You followed Jake’s orders, rocking and riding the movement of his beloved bike. You kept working on him, the feeling of him under your touch making you even more excited. It took five, maybe eight minutes to get back to the hotel you were staying in. Yet it felt like an agonizing eternity. The last sharp turn into the hotel parking lot caused the two of you to gasp in relief, the anticipation finally over.

Jake killed the engine then got off the bike, stuffing himself back into his jeans. He didn’t bother buttoning them back up, he knew that they’d be long forgotten soon.

You missed the feeling of him in your hand the moment he left you. Giving him puppy eyes, you looked up at him from his bike. Jake just smirked, picking you up easily from your seat. There was a noticeable spot on the seat, slick that was only visible with the bright light of the full moon. You wrapped your legs around him, letting your pussy settle against his stomach.

“I love you.” You declare with a kiss on his nose.

“And I love you.” Jake declared as well with a kiss to your lips.

He carried you through the lobby, kissing your neck, paying no attention to the two elderly women knitting by the check in desk. You sheepishly wave, noticing that the two were staring.You noticed a letter on the counter. One with handwriting that looked very familiar to you, but one particular kiss just below your ear caused all your concentration to be focused on the way Jake felt like an extension of yourself.

“Good for them.” The one with a neat bun of gray hair laughed, her words heavy with an accent.

“If my husband looked like that, I’d climb him too.” The other with the cat sweater added.

Jake stopped, turning to the older women with a sly smile. “Ladies. My apologies if we keep you up this evening.”

“Honey, don’t let us ruin your fun. Treat her well.”

“Oh, I plan to.”

Jake continued on up the stairs of the small inn. It wasn’t anything fancy, but of course he booked the biggest room on the second floor. It was simple, with a king sized bed and a two person tub, all that was required for a blissful weekend.

“If I didn’t know any better, Mr. Kiszka, I’d say she was hitting on you.”

“Look at me. Who wouldn’t hit on me, Mrs. Kiszka?”

“Mhm.” You leaned down for a kiss, trusting Jake enough to lead the way without the use of his eyesight. If he took a path once, he’d be more than capable of knowing it like the back of his hand.

His fingertips gripped into your ass under your skirt, the first of many bruises that would form on your skin. His tongue prodded into your mouth, making it abundantly clear who was in charge now.

Jake was able to kick open the door with ease. With the shield of privacy your room gave him, he sprinted to the bed, dropping you on your back with a smile. He towered over you, looking even more terrifyingly ethereal with the warm light glowing behind his head. In one swift motion, Jake grabbed the back of his shirt with one hand and yanked it over his head. You gaze at his perfect chest, the way his broad shoulders flexed after looking at you laid out for him. His jeans, still unbuttoned, laid low on his hips, barely constricting the boner that was begging to come out.

“You wanted it rough?”

You gulped down. It was what you wanted but with the way Jake was looking down at you, you became a little intimidated at what his plan may be. His hair was wild from the ride, lips swollen from the earlier bite, jaw tensed. He looked god-like.

“Baby, don’t get shy on me now.” Jake kneeled on the bed. One hand on your bent knee, the other in his jeans rubbing himself. “You were so brave before. What happened?”

Your mind felt so fuzzy. There was a buzzing energy, something you had not felt in so long. It was not lust, there was something else here. However, before your mind could land on the answer, Jake pulled your knees apart.

“Perfection.” He whispered to himself, eyes locked between your thighs. The twin scars on your thighs usually caught his attention, giving pleasure and pain, but this night he was only focused on one thing; giving you what you had asked for - his favorite thing to do.

You leaned back onto your elbows, expecting his lips to trail up your thigh. It was routine for the two of you, Jake always wanting to taste you before he got any pleasure himself. Your hips swayed, adjusting to the fact that he had not yet given your body any touch.

“Jak-”

“Can you stand up for me?” Jake sat at the edge of the bed, smiling to himself. You wanted so badly to know what he was thinking, and even though you had the ability to do so, you felt it was more so in your favor to be surprised.

You did as he asked, standing in front of him. Your hip popped out to the side, attitude laced in each curve of your body. It was not intentional, quite the opposite actually. You were just that annoyed with having to wait for pleasure.

“You don’t look very pleased.” Jake spoke smoothly, his confidence in full. The way you looked at him reminded him that he was the only one that truly knew how to pleasure you, the only person you loved. And that is what drove him, inside and outside the bedroom.

“I want you.” You whined as your thighs rubbed together. You sucked in a sharp breath at the littlest of pressure to your clit. You knew now you indeed were dripping down your thighs. “I miss you.”

“Me or this?” Jake pulled his cock out from the little bit of coverage his low sitting jeans supplied. Your body instinctively took a step forward, being called to him so naturally. His hand wrapped around himself, pumping slowly, bothering you more so than himself. “I think you should stay there.”

You took a step forward, head held high. You looked down on him, faking as if you had any power in this situation. “Or what?”

“Do you really want to test me?” His thumb deliciously ran over the head of his cock, his pale skin contrasting the pink of his tip. Jake bit his bottom lip. His fangs would be threatening to anyone else, but to you they were just another pleasurable part of his exquisite body.

Your foot barely brushed against the floor before Jake had you scooped up into his arms. He easily sat you along his lap, your weight feeling like a feather. Your stomach laid along his thighs, your skirt bunched around your waist, hands trying to find anything to grab onto. They rested on the rose-embroidered comforter, clutching on so tightly.

“How many?” The palm of his hand ran up the back of your thigh, ghosting over your pussy annoyingly, before trailing down the other. “How many do you think you deserve?”

“For?” You croaked. Your mouth was dry, as it seemed your body was occupied with keeping other parts of your body wet.

“For?” Jake scoffed. “For your dirty words in the bar. For jacking me off on my bike, in front of the whole city. For not telling me what you needed.”

Jake kissed the top of your head after making his last point. It was something the two of you could discuss at a different time, now was promised to the burning touches he kept from you these past months.

You didn’t answer him, knowing that it wouldn’t influence him in any way. Your skin started growing hotter, your cheeks burned, every inch of you was begging.

You barely felt the first smack to your ass, your adrenaline too high and Jake’s hand still too soft. “Still not rough enough? You’ve grown so brave, baby girl.”

The only response your body could produce was to stick your ass even higher into the air. Initializing him to try again, maybe just a little harder this time.

Jake’s hand raised above his hand. His fingers were spread, so he could cover as much surface area as possible. If he was going to do anything, he was going to make sure that you were in pain like you had asked for.

“Fuck!” You gasped the moment the sting of his skin seared against you. There was no way that you wouldn’t have a welt of his handprint on your skin.

He slapped you again. “I’ll make sure I leave a mark this time.”

You turned to look at him over your shoulder. A cute smirk on your lips to compliment your innocent wide eyes. “Don’t you think you’ve marked me enough, Jakey?”

You squeezed your hands between your bodies, finding your way to your inner thigh. Slowly, you circled the scar, in the exact way Jake usually rubs against your clit. You watched him crane his neck ever so slightly, not trying to get caught, as he stared at your two fingers.

“It’ll never be enough.” He growled and slapped your ass one final time as hard as he could, only because he knew you could take it. “Not until the whole world knows who you belong to.”

Before you could respond, Jake pulled your thin lace panties to the side, giving him a perfect look at just how soaked you were. He spared no second, running his pointer finger up from your clit to where you ached. Opposed to his slaps, his touch was feather light. It was a different kind of pain he was inflicting. You pushed back into his hand, desperate and whiny, just for him to pull his hand completely from you.

“If you want me in your pussy, you need to be a good girl.”

“I am a good girl.” You pathetically moaned. The way Jake raised his eyebrow told you that he did not quite believe your words, your body contradicting the statement.

However, Jake amused you. Pushing his fingers into your soaking wet pussy, you screamed out his name. His cock grew against your stomach, loving watching your head thrown back and your lips part to form his name so filthily.

“Whose good girl? Who do you belong to?” Jake pumped his fingers inside you slowly, patiently waiting for an answer.

“Yours. I’m forever yours.” You were growing impatient, needing so much more of him than what he was giving you. It was his cruel way of giving you the little bit of punishment he could for not speaking up before this evening.

Jake leaned over to whisper in your ear. His breath tickled against your neck, causing you to roll it to the side in hopes for his full lips to land there. They never did. The only thing he gave you was the smallest movement of his fingers. “Then use your words and tell me what you want.”

“I want you.”

“Not good enough.” He kept moving his fingers in and out of your pussy, yet he methodically slowed down to a pace that gave you almost nothing. You tried again to push back against his fingers, but Jake used his free hand to pin your hips down. “Try again.”

“I want your cock.” You whimpered. It was becoming painful not getting what you wanted, Jake usually jumped at the chance to fuck you.

“And?”

“And I want you to make it hurt.” You felt shame admitting it, but your honesty was rewarded.

Jake lifted you off of his lap, unfortunately removing his fingers from you in the process. He wasted no time ripping your clothes from your body, leaving your linen dress in a pile of shredded material in the corner of the room. You were placed on your knees, being held up with his arms wrapped around your back. He had complete control over your body, just how you wished.

Jake ripped your bra in two, as smooth as a piece of paper, while he kissed down your torso. Your eyes fell shut, your neck fell back, and goosebumps lit up your skin when his focus turned to your nipples. He sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, leaving your body shaking against his.

“More.” You breathlessly whispered.

Jake shook his head. His teeth scraped against your skin as he moved to just below your collarbone. You felt him leave the gentlest kiss before a searing pain took over. Jake bit into your skin at the same moment his fingers found your clit. His fingers moved fast, expertly knowing the rhythm needed to get you where he wanted.

Blood poured down your chest, spreading across Jake’s chin. His brown eyes looked up at you, a deviant glint taking over his usual loving look. Jake shot you a smile, his fangs tinted red with your blood, lips wet and glistening. “How’s that, baby?”

“Perfect, baby. Please keep going.” Your hips were rocking against his hand. He allowed this knowing that you deserved some type of release after all of his teasing.

Jake flattened his tongue, licking across the bite, then up your neck. He stopped right under your jaw, nipping at the skin before bringing his mouth to yours. Against your lips he cooed; “You like when I bite you, dirty girl?”

“Mhm.”

“Good.” Jake kissed you then quickly moved to your shoulder. He harshly bit down, more blood spreading across your chest and sliding down both your bodies. Jake sucked at your skin, knowing your body will heal, he divulged in his fantasies. Your blood was everywhere, and his tongue quickly followed. He wanted to taste you, he wanted all of you.

This continued for a while. Small bites, big bites, on every part of your body that was exposed to him. It heightened your pleasure, and your orgasm was threatening to break through.

“Daddy, please?”

“Please what, baby?”

“Can I cum? Please, please!”

“On the count of three.” You nodded your head, biting down on your lip to concentrate on not disobeying him.

“One.” Jake moved the arm that was holding you, allowing you to fall back against the pillows.

“Two.” Two of his fingers trailed up your body, collecting as much of your blood as he could in the process.

He paused his counting, still rubbing against your clit. Jake stared down into your eyes, so intensely you wouldn’t dare look away. His fingers fell upon your lips, your own blood staining them darker. “Three.”

As you came, Jake shoved his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. You wrapped your tongue around them, cleaning them off perfectly for him. Your body convulsed, electricity seemed to run through you, every nerve of your body lighting up at once.

Your mouth was full, so the room was just full of muffled moans until he placed both of his hands on your hips. The moment you could you screamed his name. You kept repeating it as he watched your every move. You swore his eyes rolled back at the sound of his name, but Jake was always too quick to regain his composure.

Once your body calmed down, his clothes joined yours, allowing his cock to be free against his tan stomach. You reached for it, only to have him slap your hand away.

“You told me to fuck you, so I’m going to fuck you.” Your eyes grew wide. You weren’t sure if you were ready for it just yet. Jake must've read your mind, because his lips twinged up in a smirk. “Too rough?”

“No!” You shouted quickly.

“Good.”

Your body was flipped so you were on all fours, your ass higher than your shoulders creating a perfect arch in your back. He didn’t need to, you were already so wet from your first orgasm, yet Jake spat down between your bodies, spreading the spit on your pussy with the tip of his cock.

“Jakey, I need you.”

“I know, baby. You’ve been so good for me.” Jake slowly pushed inside you, the pleasure causing your chest to fall completely against the mattress. “So, I’ll give you what you want.”

Jake pulled his cock completely out of your pussy before slamming it back into you. His hips forcefully collided with your ass as he fucked you. You could feel him in your stomach, making it harder to breathe. Your chest roughly rubbed against the soaked sheets with each one of his thrusts.

“I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before..” He said breathlessly. Jake’s stamina had always impressed you, but the fact he was talking so coherently while he was fucking you so hard took you by surprise. “You don’t have to talk, baby. Your body is telling me everything I need to know.”

Up until that moment you didn’t realize your pussy was clenching around his cock. Your body had a natural reaction to him that you couldn’t quite understand. Whimpers, moans, and heavy breathing filled the room. Jake never wavered, continually fucking you hard and fast.

You gripped onto the red sheets with white knuckles, screaming into the mattress in hopes that the ladies downstairs couldn’t hear you. This obviously upset Jake, because his right hand ended up in your hair. His fingers messily tangled in the strands, giving him the leverage to yank you upright against his chest.

His left hand found your throat, squeezing hard enough to sting but not hard enough to keep you from screaming. “I said you don’t have to talk. I still want to hear you scream for me.”

You fulfilled his request. Screaming and moaning loudly as he fucked up into you. Your body felt weak from the intense pleasure, and you silently thanked him for holding you steady. Your head rested back against his shoulder, eyes closed and eyebrows knit together. To Jake you looked the most perfect like this, connected as one with him.

“I know you want to cum, I can feel it.” He whispered in your ear, pointed with an extra hard thrust. “Together?”

“Yes, Jake, yes!” You knew you were loud, but you weren’t sure it was possible for you to be any quieter.

Jake’s rhythm finally became sloppier, as his concentration turned to not coming until you were both ready. “Will you say it with me?”

You knew Jake wanted to demand you to cum for him, your body literally not being able to say no to him. But it was only fair if you could do the same.

“Yes, on three.” Your voice was hoarse, shaky and meek. Yet you were able to say the demand at the same time as your lover.

“Cum for me, baby.” His words were louder than yours, however it didn’t matter. Both of your bodies came together, melding together passionately. Your breaths matched one another, the rise and fall of your chest synchronized as you came down for your euphoric high.

Jake gently laid you down against the mattress, smiling and kissing your forehead. “Are you okay?”

You kissed his lips back, feeling the sting of your muscles as you raised up onto your elbows. “Never better.”

Jake looked down at the mattress, cringing at the sight. “Quite the mess. I should probably go ask for some more sheets”

Just as you were going to ask him to stay with you for a few more moments, there was a knock at the door. Jake’s eyes grew playfully wide.

‘Guess we were too loud.’ He said in your mind.

You chuckled, pushing him off the bed with the pad of your foot. He grabbed a towel, wrapping it low around his waist before answering the door.

You watched him, admiring his body so intentelly you couldn’t focus on what was being said. It wasn’t until Jake turned around with a white face that you knew this wasn’t just a noise complaint.

“Baby, what is it?”

He held a small envelope in his hand. It looked like it weathered and the top edge was torn. Jake never looked up at you, yet he croaked. “It- it’s a letter. It’s a letter from Josh.”

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[elena-fishr]

The Devil’s Thrill

🎄hi @dantesdebt!! 🎄

SURPRISE! I am your secret Santa for @dmcsecretsanta❤️ I wrote you a short story to warm your heart this season, I hope you enjoy it and have a very happy holiday and new year! 🎊

Silhouettes of gothic buildings cut into the city as the sun began to dip along the horizon. Dante found himself comfortable on one of the rooftops where he could get a nice view of things. He appeared relaxed, but his instinct was always active, always working, keeping him watchful and alert even when he didn't want to be. 

Fortuna was a strange place, a city more isolated from the outside world than Dante was. Lady captured his attention with it, a community that lives and serves a demon. It’s instinct that made Dante laugh at it. 

It wasn’t just the city that made this job strange, for a change Dante’s gaze wasn’t drawn to the demons lurking in the setting sun’s shadows, but to the ruthless violence a kid on the street was inflicting them with. 

He was something else, a spark of energy amidst the turmoil. Although Dante had only seen flashes of him battling demons, he could sense a strength in Nero that was reminiscent of his own-- undeniably fierce and yet strangely vulnerable. Every swing of his sword triggered a mix of pride and intrigue in Dante. Curiosity gnawed at him. It was the first thrill he’s felt in a while and he wasn’t going to let it pass him by. 

Dante’s eyes squeezed shut for a moment, feeling the power being exercised down below and wrestling with the implications of that power. The idea of having anymore family was never something he dared to consider. What more tragedy could his own blood suffer? 

Dante accepted his solitude, but the thought of not being alone anymore brought a shock of warmth to his heart. It made him feel whole in ways he hadnt anticipated. Yet that very thought was a double edged sword. He didn’t want to disrupt this kid’s life. He clearly had his own battles to fight, doing a damn fine job of clearing out the garbage on the street. 

Dante stood at ease on the rooftop, he didn't have to go down there and introduce himself, but it wouldn't hurt if he just stayed and watched for a little bit.

While observing the kid a smile spread on Dante’s face. That power and that energy brought him a sort of peace only a devil would know. “You know, watching isn't the same as helping, Dante. Are you planning on sitting on your ass all day?” A familiar voice broke through his concentration. 

Dante turned slightly to greet Lady, her arms laid crossed against her chest and she had a teasing smile, a cruel one that said if you don't do anything soon you're not gonna get paid. Dante has seen that one before. Lady loved to be considered a businesswoman. 

“Planning? I don’t remember the last time I planned anything.” He turned back to see the kid move onto the next hoard. These demons were ugly, puppet-like creatures with blades for limbs. Dante remembers when he fought loads of puppets…. They were annoying and now they’re someone else’s problem. Ha.

Lady let out a large sigh but Dante could feel her step closer. Together they watched the young man whip around the street. He had the agility and the strength to deal with a hoard ten times bigger, Dante was sure. The kid was impressing him. Dante thumbed over the ledge, “Why should we step in, kid’s got it under control.”

“I doubt that kid is the one collecting devil arms. We’re looking into the church, remember?” 

Dante nodded. “Yeah, I know.” The church was somthing he didnt want to get to. Dante jabbed Lady with his elbow. “You gotta admit he’s pretty good.” Aside from him not noticing Dante watching him. The kid really should’ve sensed him by now. 

“Yeah, like a crazy mix of recklessness and stubbornness. Kinda like someone I know.” Lady looked over to Dante, her eyes accusing and then softening. A thick silence hung between them, a bit of understanding, a bit of apprehension to say out loud what they both thought.

Lady’s hand went up to rest on Dante’s shoulder, “Are you gonna go down there and introduce yourself? Maybe even make yourself useful?” 

The idea hung in the air, as absurd as it was enticing. “Not quite what I had in mind,” Dante replied. The smile from before returning to him. “I’m gonna keep an eye on him. See how strong he is, measure what he can handle.” 

Lady’s hand gave one firm, reassuring squeeze to his shoulder. “Don’t be afraid to pitch in.” 

Dante scoffed. “Afraid?” He was excited. The thrum of powerful demon energy aided in the feeling. “I’m just hoping I don’t get in the way!” 

Lady adjusted the strap of her beloved Kalina Ann before peering down the building’s ledge to get a better look at the fighting. “Well look at him go, and with one arm in a sling. He’s nearly made it to the end of the block. You’re gonna have to move soon if you wanna keep stalking.” Lady straightened up and tugged on Dante’s new red leather coat. “Take care of that kid.” 

It was strange how she understood, being that she’s human and everything. Dante kept Lady close for a reason. She’s smarter than she lets on and Dante figured that she laid out the job very purposefully.

A piece of him was walking around, the blood of Sparda, and if he dared to say, his family. He was never afraid of family, it was just the losing them part that tore away at him.

He felt Lady step away. “I’m gonna check in on Trish. I’m sure she’s knee deep in her own demon horde. This city's a mess!” 

Dante waved her off. Lady was pretty good at putting on a ‘business comes first’ front, but she’s always the one checking in on everyone. Humans. 

Using Kalina Ann’s grapple, she propelled herself across buildings to cover as much ground as possible to get to where Trish supposedly was. 

Dante’s attention never fully left the Fortuna kid, though. That was his blood fighting out there. This city may worship Sparda, but they had no idea what he stood for if they’re opening up all of these hell gates. 

Dante tricked to the next building in an effortless movement. His smile was unfaltering watching the kid. Yeah, it had been years since he’d felt like this.

[the-lost-boys-whore]

Would you be open to a request about the Italian Stallion and the reader? Like maybe he chose her to eat, but decides he can't do it when it comes time to because something about her makes his heart beat again. He ends up following her everywhere, every night after because he becomes ObSesseD, and he just wants to keep her safe and he can't just approach he like a NORMAL person because he's a short VAMPIRE with a TEMPER and he doesn't want to scare her, but it's basically just a bunch of melodramatic, romantic, Italian pining. In the mean time, the boys? Don't know what to do? Like who is this heart broken Romeo? and where is? their rabid possum that they adopted?

Okay I had total writers block with this but I think this imagine is good. We'll see lol.

Italian Romeo

Santa Carla, California. The best summer spot in your opinion. Packing up your things and moving here for the summer was a good idea. Eventually, you got tired of the daytime action and decided to hang out at the boardwalk at night. That’s when he spotted you.

When Marko first laid eyes on you he saw you as nothing but a quick and easy tourist to make his meal but as he watched you more and more, his feelings changed. He was obsessed by the end of the night. It’s like you bewitched him without even a single glance. You didn’t notice him at first but as he continued to follow you every night, you picked up on his presence. You found it creepy at first but as time went on and you got used to being followed around by the blonde you found it almost comforting and sweet.

This leads us to the present—Marko in his room in the cave, which was littered with sketches of you. He kept drawing you but in his mind, every single piece was worse than the last. He wanted to have you sit in front of him so he had a reference. Dwayne was the first to notice the change in his brother’s behavior. Then Paul caught on, and finally David.

When David got wind of this information he kept himself from laughing his ass off. There was no way Marko had gotten caught up in matters of the heart, or so David thought. Until the evidence was shown to him, the drawings, a newly created nest away from the other boys, and Marko sitting on the couch trying to figure out how to approach you. David could only sigh at the sight in front of him.

Marko had figured out a plan. A concert was in town and he was sure you would go, he just knew it. When you didn’t the poor boy was heartbroken. It was almost like you had rejected him to his face. He hid away from the rest of the boys and only hunted alone for a few weeks before he caught sight of you again checking out a poster for the latest free event on the boardwalk. Marko’s heart was set on getting to actually talk to you at that event and he was determined to work up the courage to do so.

He tried his best honestly, he even made sure he didn’t smell like seawater. The sight before him crushed him completely. There you were, the girl of his dreams, talking to none other than his own brother, Paul. He sulked back over to his bike, the look on his face akin to a kicked puppy. His emotions were all over the place. He felt heartbroken, confused, and betrayed all at once.

When Paul walked over with you in tow it was all Marko could do not to punch Paul. That was until you passed Paul and came straight to him. He couldn’t believe his eyes, his undead heart skipped several beats before you finally reached out to touch his arm. He simply smiled at Paul silently thanking him.

“So you must be Marko, Paul’s told me so much.” You say. Your voice made Marko almost melt. “Yeah I am,” he says swallowing his fear and nerves. You smile, oh your smile, Marko swears you are an angel. “The lost puppy that's been following me for weeks. How about you and I go somewhere and make you not so lost.” you offer. “A date?” he asks you. Your response makes his knees go weak as you place a kiss on his cheek. “Yeah. A date.” You confirm. Marko is too dazed to actually answer and before you think he's rejecting you Paul steps in and agrees for his brother, once again saving his ass.

[doveabovetheworld]

Merry Christmas, Sammy

Summary; After a few months of your lover being on an adventure with his brothers and best friend, he finally comes home…

Warnings; mentions of war, battle wound, hinting towards sex but mostly fluff

A/N; Happy Holidays, @losfacedevil!!! I am very happy that I had the honor of being your Secret Santa! This was a cute idea that I shaped together out of the answers to each question I asked you. I really hope you like it, even if it’s a bit short. This was also set in the little universe that Greta made with their music, so this also kinda ties into a different series I’m starting soon. I hope everyone has a great holiday and enjoys this Sammy fic! Much love!

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It was 5 months since he left. His brothers asked if he’d go with them on a journey and although you weren’t so keen on it, you let him go. Your mind couldn’t help but worry with ‘what ifs’.

What if he isn't okay? What if he died? What if he won’t come back before Christmas?

He always came back for Christmas.

You didn’t even decorate the Christmas tree because that was always something you AND Sam always did. You wanted to wait for him but what if there was no point in waiting?

You let out a small sigh, walking from the kitchen towards the front door to get your coat and winter gear on.

You and Sam lived in a little cottage a few miles from a nearby town. It was a nice light brown cottage with flowers and a garden in the front. You guys also had a stables with a few horses behind the house as well. It was a comfy place you liked to call home.

While you were outside, caring for the horses, you heard the sound of footsteps ascending towards you. Before you could even look, you heard a familiar voice.

“I wasn’t gone too long, was I?”

You turned and saw Sam standing at the doors with a huge smile. He had his arms out, waiting for a hug, which you gladly responded with as you ran up to him.

As you two embraced, he kept planting small kisses all over your face, causing you to let out small laughs. You two hugged for about a good 3 minutes before you pulled away just to see his face. Those puppy dog eyes and a gorgeous smile that you haven’t seen in forever. You missed him.

“Sam… Oh my god…” you said as you held his face in between your palms. “I-I thought you died.”

Sam couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, “I’m sorry, princess… I didn’t mean to worry you.”

“No, no, don’t say sorry,” You said with a smile. “I was just worried after what I heard about what the journey was, y’know?”

“Well, I’m here now, aren’t I? No need to worry any longer.” He said as he leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss.

~

You both were sitting on the sofa, looking at the now-decorated Christmas tree. The warmth from the fireplace and the blankets, not to mention Sam’s body heat as you cuddled, was comfortable enough to make you fall asleep.

Sam had his arm around you, keeping you as close to him as possible, as you laid your head against his chest. You could hear his heartbeat. You could smell the scent of pine and sap from the tree. You could feel his fingers softly run through your hair. You could taste the sugar cookies you and him just eaten. You saw the content smile on his soft face as he held you. This was all you both wanted. This was home.

“Tell me about the mission you guys went on.” You said, smiling at him.

He looked down at you and kissed the top of your head.

“Where do I even start?” He chuckled and moved so that way he could look directly into your eyes. “It was insane. We saw almost all of the hillsides and kingdoms and towns and valleys in all of the continent. We fought in some pretty big battles, Jake, Josh, Danny, and I. I also got a pretty good battle wound too.”

He smiled proudly as he took off his shirt and showed you a scar on the side of his torso. It seemed to have healed itself but you couldn’t help but gasp.

“Sammy… what happened…?”

“Oh, it was during a battle. It’s okay though, it was a few months ago, and I’m fine.” He rushed to say as he saw the panic in your eyes.

You were about to say something before he spoke again, “No need to worry, sweetie. I promise you, I’m okay.”

“Sam…” you started. “I hate seeing you hurt.”

He gave you the saddest smile before pulling you onto his lap and hugging you. You felt his chilled skin against your clothes. His breath was on your neck and he gave small kisses to your shoulder. He wanted to reassure you that he was okay, and you believed it but of course, you’d worry. He’s your boyfriend.

“Baby, I know how much this journey means to you but what if one day you leave and… what if you don’t come back?” You asked with grief. This was a thought you never wanted to think of.

“I’ll be back. Princess, love, I will always be here,” He said with that same smile and those puppy dog eyes. He ran his hand through your hair. “I promise.”

You couldn’t help but smile and leaned down, kissing his forehead. You noticed some light blush spread across his face.

“Hey, there was a Christmas light festival in town… maybe we can go?” You suggested, wanting to make the tone a bit more upbeat once again.

His smile grew even more before saying, “Yes! That’s perfect!”

You both walked a couple of miles to the nearby village, able to see a festival full of candlelight and flowers. It was a gorgeous sight, multiple different colors blinding you both. He held your hand tightly, lightly stroking the top of your hand with his thumb. You smiled, thankful that he was back and making you smile.

He pointed out a bouquet of red roses and smiled as he said, “They remind me of you because you’re just as beautiful. Remember when we first met?”

You let out a small laugh, thinking of the time in the tavern a couple of years ago. You both ran in due to the snowstorm hitting the city. He was with his older brothers and best friend on some sort of mission to get some extra money. He bumped into you on accident, spilling his beer on your dress.

“Yeah, and you still have the same baby face I fell in love with,” you answered, as he blushed at your comment.

You remember seeing his brown eyes and the apologetic look on his face as he repeatedly said “I’m sorry”, over and over again. He offered you a drink and the rest is history. You both clicked immediately and after that night of exchanging stories, he gave you a rose. He wanted you to remember him before he left. And you did.

The whole night he held your hand, keeping you close to him in an attempt to keep you warm. That was something you liked about him. How much of a gentleman he’s always been. He gave you a small kiss on your forehead before catching sight of a dog.

“Oh my god, look!” He yelled out, pointing to the dog with a smile. He looked like a little kid and his expression made you laugh.

“You wanna go say hi?” You asked, squeezing his hand.

“I wanna go say hi.” He said before running towards the dog, taking you with him. He crouched down as he saw the animal, putting his hand out and saying in the softest voice possible, “Hey, buddy… I’m Sam and this is Y/N. What’s your name?”

You couldn’t help but smile at Sam as he conversed with the dog, getting permission to pet it as the dog moved closer. Sam took up the dog’s offer and let go of your hand as he petted the dog.

“Does he have an owner?” You asked, a bit worried about the dog being in the cold.

“I’m not too sure, actually…” Sam said as he smiled at the dog. “Maybe we can keep him if he doesn't.”

You smiled and let out a small laugh.

“Maybe. He is definitely a real sweet one.” You replied, crouching down next to Sam to pet the dog.

“Let’s bring him home, just for the night. Please? We can’t keep him out in the cold. And anyway, we can see if he has an owner tomorrow morning.” Sam begged, putting on a fake pout and puppy dog eyes. He knew you were a sucker for the pout.

You rolled your eyes playfully and smiled before agreeing, along with Sam repetitively thanking you. The dog even seemed happy as it looked at the two of you with a glint in its eyes. You knew you made the right choice. If he had an owner, you’d find them

tomorrow, but all you guys cared about right now was making sure the dog didn't freeze to death in the snow.

~

You and Sam, along with the dog, were back home. You guys were cuddled up on the bed and under the covers, the dog, whom you decided to name Oakley, at the end near your feet. Sam had his arms around you, keeping your head near his chest so you could hear his heartbeat. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.

“You look really pretty…” he mumbled quietly.

You blushed at his compliment, smiling lightly.

“Thank you. You look really handsome yourself,” you answered back, moving a bit closer to him if it was even possible.

“Hey, Y/N?” Sam mumbled after a few moments of silence.

“Yeah, Sam?”

“I love you.”

You smiled to yourself and gave his collarbone a small kiss before saying quietly, “I love you too…”

His hands around your waist held you tighter as if he thought that if he let go, you’d disappear. He kept leaving small kisses on your forehead down to the tip of your nose to your cheeks and then to your lips.

“What if we kicked Oakley out for a bit? He wouldn’t mind…” he mumbled as he gave small kisses on your neck.

“No, probably not,” you agreed, moving onto your back so he was on top of you.

“God, I missed you.” He said in a breathless voice before kissing your lips with force.

After the kiss broke, you ran your hand through his hair and smiled. “Me too. You’ll never know how much I missed you…”

“Don’t worry. You’ll never have to miss me again.”

“Promise?” You asked, looking up at him pleadingly.

“I promise, princess.” He said before kissing you again.

You knew he meant it. You saw it in his eyes and you felt it in the kiss. You knew he was infatuated with you and you knew he felt at home when he was with you. This was just one of the many Christmases you’d spend together.

“Merry Christmas, Sammy,” you mumbled after the kiss, feeling his hands squeeze at your waist and hold onto you.

“Merry Christmas, sweetie.”

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[innytoes]

missing Kidnapped by the fae moments (dunno if u still create for it) so here i am asking for some crumbs

Okay so you know the fae probably Went Hard on stuff like the summer and the winter solstice. Even though time moved differently over there.

So when the boys are back in the human realm, there's a bit of an adjustment. For one, LA doesn't have seasons the way the fairy realm did. And Reggie and Luke came from places in the US where winter was a thing, so they're kind of adjusting too. Though Luke is pretty fine with it, since he wears a beanie and no sleeves no matter what.

Willie and Reggie kind of miss the snow. I think Willie didn't care much for snow until Caleb stole Luke, who taught him the Joys Of Snowball Fights and Snow Men and Sledding.

Snowball fights were very much only a 'Caleb and the other fae are Out Hunting' thing after the first time a snowball went wide and hit one of the fae it was Not A Fun Time For Luke And Willie for several months.

So yeah, the boys are lamenting how they miss snow and sledding. Making sand-men on the beach is just not the same. Throwing sand at each other is Bad actually.

But, they get the bright idea, they could totally make a sled out of two skateboards and some cardboard, right?

Ray has a Very Bad Day after that. At least there were no broken bones this time but Reggie's on crutches for a week (it should have been more, but well, the boys aren't fully human yet) and Willie is Grounded from Skateboarding for just as long. Ray didn't even take his skateboard away, he just used the 'I'm not mad just disappointed' voice and explained it was unfair if Willie could skate when Reggie couldn't even walk

First time Reggie tried to walk through a wall with his crutches (what? his hands were full and doors are hard to open like that!) he went through fine... the crutches did not.

The boys do embrace other parts of the season, though.

Alex and Reggie really like baking. It's soothing, the steps are all laid out, everything smells nice, and there's food at the end. Julie and Ray and Carlos supervise the first few times just to make sure they understand the oven, but after that, they have free reign.

Reggie is the one who discovers the TikTok Baking Twink and starts trying more out there recipes. Some of which, Alex put his foot down to say no. He already lived through the horrific things that did with aspics and pineapple once, thank you. He has no need to relive it.

Luke of course is obsessed with modern Christmas music. Because he hasn't heard it seventeen billion times before, he really loves 'All I want For Christmas Is You' and he sings it to Julie once, really sincerely. Julie is utterly charmed.

He doesn't get why Flynn laughs at them.

When they try to explain Santa to Willie, he just nods sagely. Ah yes, he says, like the fae. You leave him offerings, he decides if you are a good person or a bad person, and rewards or punishes you as he sees fit. And he uses magic.

They are all very creeped out about Santa after that.

Willie does love the idea of gifts, though. Being raised by fairies, he has a very warped relationship with them, but when they explain that you get people you care about gifts for Christmas, he is all on board. Especially when Flynn introduces him to Sparkly Wrapping Paper.

(Yes, Ray has a conversation with Willie that if he wants things from stores, he must use money to buy them and not ask his crow friends to steal it.)

When Willie starts leaving them gifts, it's at random, in the weirdest places. But the right person always discovers them.

It starts normal enough, with some Fun Socks for Alex. Julie gets some sparkly glitter pens. Flynn gets some really weird soda she's never heard of before that has the same effect as seven sodas.

Luke and Reggie get rocks he found that look like a guitar pick and a dog, respectively. They are just as touched and excited as the others, though.

Carlos gets a videogame. It's a game that isn't supposed to be out until next year. Ray is starting to get a headache but Willie earnestly tells him it's not from a store.

Ray gets sweets he loves and misses from Puerto Rico. He has never mentioned these in front of Willie or any of the kids. He knows for certain they're not available in the states. He is scared to ask.

The gifts only get weirder but just as heartfelt from there. Food appears while Julie is studying that she didn't even realise she was craving. Sheet music for long-forgotten songs Luke only remembers snippets of.

Dogs appear whenever Reggie is sad, and once he's cheered up, they happily trot off to wherever they came from. Ray keeps checking the local facebook pages but nobody seems to notice their missing dogs.

Ray is almost relieved when Christmas comes around because hopefully it will stop the ever-increasingly-weird gifts.

He sits through the kids opening their stockings first. His new 'foster kids' are very easy to buy for, because there's so much they've never had and they appreciate just about everything. And yes maybe he did get them all little puzzles in the hopes of distracting them long enough that he can have a quiet afternoon.

Thankfully, the gifts on Christmas seem pretty normal. He maybe gets a little teary-eyed at the World's Best Dad mug the kids all got him together. And everything was bought in stores with money, just like Willie promised Ray.

Until the solid gold barbecue tongs.