#nblw imagine

[totally-sapphic-posts]

Imagine coming up behind them and wrapping your arms around them, resting your chin on their shoulder, while you both watch the rain fall for a while and listen to the calming tapping of the raindrops all around

[wbbgetsmewetter]

not to sound like im in love or anything but i crocheted you a flower bouquet

[slutty-asexual-bby]

The image of her on top of me, her fingers deep inside me, my hips rolling to meet them because it feels so good. My moans being swallowed by her while she kisses me senseless and I pull her closer and tug on her hair and I cum so hard I scream her name.

[s0m4-r03]

i’m literally so easy to please, like the bare minimum is enough for me.

we don’t have to go out on fancy dates.

i’m perfectly fine staying home and cooking dinner or ordering take out. i’m happy with a chill evening where we watch a movie and cuddle or play a game.

as long as we are together and happy that’s all i care about <3

[cherryrory]

After Care Imagine.

she has you pinned up against a pillow while holding your arms together she’s been pounding a strap in you for god knows how long and you’ve finished at least twice, your an overstimulated mess.

she pulls out and takes a deep breath to herself while rubbing your thigh softly. She turns you around and lays right next to you placing your head in the crook of her neck.

“how are you feeling baby?”

your barley able to mumble out a response she can’t help but grin to herself. She plants a kiss on your head.

“You did such a good job for me i’m so proud of you sweet heart”

you two lay together for a alittle while cuddling before she stands up

“you know what it’s time for up, up, up”

you blink a couple times before groaning in annoyance

“I know, but you have to go pee especially after a longer session, are you in any pain?”

you nod while the session between you two didn’t leave the usual scratches and marks, you still felt sore.

“Alright let me get you some water and Tylenol.”

she offers you her hand and you take it begrudgingly getting up, she helps you walk to the bathroom before going to get you the tylenol and water.

when she comes back, she hands you the drink and tylenol.

“I’m gonna start us a bath so we can get cleaned up”

Soon after the tub is filled up she helps you into the tub and gets behind you so you can lay together. You take her hand a kiss it and lace your fingers together before saying.

“I had such a good time tonight baby thank you so much,”

you start playing with her hair and continue

“I love you so much”

you feel her hold onto you even tighter

“I love you too”

[fr3aklike-me]

night in with a stranger ☾⋆｡ ๋࣭ ⭑˚

contains: vampire lesbian sex (straight ppl NO this is not for you), narrator is referred to as having a "cock," reader is referred to as having a "pussy," "cunt," "clit" and "breasts," reader is called "silly girl," cunnilingus, corruption kink (+ inexperience kink?? i guess), d/s dynamics, v slowburn, implied blood-sucking desires + tendencies (so ofc warning for blood mention)

note: this story is inspired by this ask and this ask, so thank you so much to the anons who sent this!! this story is very overdue, but yes, i've finally finished hehe. also, yes, this is meant to be a vampire scenario, but the vampire tendencies in question are very vaguely alluded to (one, because i was unsure how to go about a vampire!narrator as i've never written one before, and two, i thought it might be interesting to make a part 2 where those tendencies are more explicitly revealed to the reader and incorporated into the characters' sex lives)

On a cold, fall night, you find yourself lost. You didn’t mean for it to happen – you were retrieving a hot drink from the market during such a bitter evening, eager to return home and curl into the softest cushions while drinking it. Somehow, however, on the way back home, you got lost in the forest and when you emerged from the thick, looming trees, you were met not with your village, but wide, rolling hills of green, blanketing the ground for miles.

Needless to say, you are now panicking, head swivelling in all directions, desperately trying to grip onto any sense of hope that with the sky dark, the leaves of the tree a shadowed emerald, the hoots of owls cooing from the depth of the trees, you could find your way home. You fumble with the flimsy cloak you’re wearing, goosebumps skimming along the surface of your skin, a stark reminder of the fact that you will need shelter soon. 

You realize that walking through the forest is most likely not a good decision, for who knew what creatures lurked beyond the towering trees, so you make your way along the hills, hoping to complete some estimate of the same distance you made to arrive at this point, so perhaps you can find the entrance of the forest you entered through after visiting the market. A weak plan, but you have no idea what else to do.

After an hour, you find not a glimmer of hope to be found amongst the trees. Surprisingly, instead, you spot an orange flicker on a raised hill beyond the expanse of greenery you’ve been trudging upon. The single beam of light vaguely shows the outline of a dark manor, and despite your nerves, you force your way there. Hopefully, the owner is someone who is kind enough to afford you a warm meal and bed for the night.

At least, this is the story you tell me when we’re seated across from one another in my manor, warm candlelight casting a golden glow to your features as you explain your situation and plead for a spare room. It is endearing, to see you practically begging. Your hands wrap around the cup of tea I brought to you, your cloak still wrapped tightly around you. With the fire running, I can already see the beads of sweat rolling down your forehead.

You are the image of loveliness. So shy, so sweet, so embarrassed to be asking for a favour. 

“Of course you can have a room,” I say with a smile, and you beam in response, gratefully setting the cup down and clasping your hands together. 

“Thank you so much.”

I wave a hand with a smile, eyes flickering over your pretty eyes, and your lips, shiny from when your tongue has darted out to lick them. Nerves, I suppose – you are in a stranger’s home, after all. “Why were you all by yourself on such a dark evening?”

You explain your small journey to the market, bashfully eyeing the ground. “It’s embarrassing, having gotten lost so easily.”

“In your defense, it is very difficult to navigate when the sun sets as early as it does now.”

Your lips curl up. “Have you ever gotten lost in these parts?”

I shrug, spreading my arms along the arms of my chair, crossing one leg over the other. “No. But, I have lived in this home for many years. It is only natural that I would know these parts well.”

“How long have you resided here?”

I pause, tilting my head at you. “Perhaps ten years. Though, in the last two or three years, I’ve come to accept that I will spend many decades here, most likely.”

You took a small sip of your tea, eyes watching me through your lashes. Such endearing eyes they are, so attentive in their watching of me. “Do you live here alone?”

I nod. “Yes, I acquired the property from a relative who left it to me in their will.”

“You alone, in this large home, with nothing but hills upon hills for miles…” you drifted off, eyes scanning the ceiling above us and the detailed artwork that coats it. “It sounds rather lonely.”

I smirk at your kind sympathy, and lift my leg off from the other, spreading them out and bracing my elbows on them, leaning forward. “You’re very kind, miss, but I quite like my arrangement.”

I can hear the gulping noise from your throat when you swallow. Once again, your lips part to swipe your pretty, pink tongue along them, getting them slick and wet with spit. You release a heavy, trembling breath at my sudden proximity and close gaze. “Um, why is that?”

“It affords me the privacy I need to… entertain any guests,” I say lowly, nearly chuckling when your eyes widen, blinking fast at my insinuation. You press your lips together, moving them slowly, and I can sense the hesitation you feel, eyes flickering between myself and your lap.

And yes, your lap. From here, I can see your legs moving closer together, squeezing, thighs probably pressed against what lies between them. Your pretty fingers fist into the fabric of your clothes, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you raise your eyes to meet mine. “What room would you propose I take?”

I cock my head to the door behind you, leaning back into my seat. So, it seems that you perhaps are interested, but do not desire to go further. I would not push it. “The South Quarters will be the warmest.”

“What quarters are your room in?” you ask quietly, eyes narrowed on your hands.

“North,” I mutter, taking a sip of my tea, raising an eyebrow from the question.

You hook your bottom lip in your teeth again. I can feel myself throb at the action, your lips so pretty and practically aching to be sucked on until they’re swollen. I can just picture biting into your plush bottom lip, toying with it lightly, sinking into them a bit deeper, sucking and running my tongue along to soothe it. Would you make any noises? Would you gasp, moan? Whimper softly? Or squeak in surprise?

My internal questions cease when you finally speak. “May I take a room in the North quarters?”

I can practically smell the arousal from you, dripping from your pussy and pooling where your underclothes are. It makes me mull on what kind of thoughts must be running through your mind, and how long they’ve been occupying you if you’re this wet already. It’s a heady, strong scent that all of a sudden kills the ability to focus on anything other than how much you deserve to be taken care of. My nostrils flare at the scent, and all of a sudden, I can just picture being nose deep in your cunt, breathing you in, letting your scent get sucked in, burying my tongue in you and watching you fight the urge to look down at me. 

Your legs are still locked together, knees rubbing, and once again, you wet those pretty lips, maintaining eye contact with me as you do. It’s difficult to determine whether the action is unintentional, or if you’re truly becoming aware of the way my fingers dig into the arms of the chair, or the way I spread my legs just a little bit further, desperate to have you sit on my lap.

Before any of that can happen, however, I steadily say, keeping my tone levelled and kind, “There is no need to owe me anything for letting you stay the night. You can truly have whichever room you desire, and we can retire separately.”

A tiny whimper is your response, the noise coming from somewhere deep and tight in your throat, the noise gentle and soft enough that you probably believe that the cough you give afterwards is enough to hide it. Unfortunately for you, though, you are completely unaware of how clear the noise was to my ears. How I cannot even dream of letting such a lovely noise escape me. So delicate, so unintentional, so shy, yet so telling of everything you want tonight. After your adorable little coughing fit comes to an end, you quietly say, eyes focused on the ruffled collar of my shirt. “I know. I did not ask for a room in the North quarters due to a sense of obligation or owing you.”

You lower your gaze bashfully, and it makes me wonder what it would feel like to directly meet it amongst all kinds of angles. When you’re on your knees for me, those pink, pretty lips wrapped around my fingers, or a part even lower. When my face is tucked in between your thighs, and you’re staring down at me. When my forehead is pressed against yours, eyes frozen on yours as I inch in–

I clear my throat, rising to my feet and sauntering to where you sit. Your eyes flicker over me, and I can hear how your heart begins to pump faster. Once I’m just a pace in front of you, looking down at your nervous, timid expression, I quietly ask, “Then, why are you asking for one?”

Your mouth twists and curls, nervousness clearly holding you back from answering. My fingers twitch, pausing momentarily, before I place a gentle palm on your cheek. You lean into it naturally, as though your bodily instincts possessed no other possible reaction, and I stroke my thumb against the texture of your skin, back and forth, lulling you into comfort. “Tell me.”

You clear your throat, and I can feel your skin heat beneath my fingers. “I want to know… how you entertain your guests.”

I suck in a deep breath, pleasure surging through me at your answer. My eyes wander to your lips, which part with a quiet wet noise, eager to take in whatever I have to offer. Just the mere motion is enough to send my cock stirring. I stroke my thumb across the corner of your mouth, nearly shuddering at the smooth softness of your lips, the tip getting coated in the inner wetness of your mouth, which widens further. I dip my thumb in deeper, going slow and holding back on my eagerness. When the rough pad meets your tongue, I swallow hard, nearly groaning when your mouth puckers and tightens over my finger, beginning to gently suck, eyes fluttering shut. When I push more, a high whine comes from you, your hand moving to gently grip my wrist as I continue to fuck into your mouth. 

Maybe without even realizing, you start to move your hips forward and back, humping the cushion you sit upon, trying to get any friction possible on your pussy. The sight does nothing to quell my arousal, which is becoming hard to ignore the more you make those depraved, desperate noises.

I slip my thumb from your mouth, and you barely get to cry out in protest before my mouth is on yours, fingers gripping your cheeks and coaxing you to open up. You do with a loud, muffled moan, which morphs into a surprised gasp when my tongue slips in. Your clear inexperience leaves you clumsily reacting to the contact, your own tongue moving and twitching in abrupt directions. I slow down the pace of the kiss, getting to my knees in front of you and curling my hand against the fluttering hairs of your neck, my tongue slowly massaging yours. Within a few moments, I can hear your heartbeat steadying, and you begin to grow confident with the motions of the kiss, your own movements becoming bolder as you prod your tongue further against mine, curling and licking. My other arm curves around your waist, pushing you closer to me. Your legs spread to let me rest in the gap between them, and I grip your dress tightly when I feel the mounds of your breasts against me. 

I part from you, my lips diving to your neck, latching onto your pulse point and sucking hard. Your hands fly to my back, nails digging in harder as I skim my teeth along the sensitive patch of skin. I can begin to feel it, an entirely different, but oh-so familiar urge warming within me, making a home the longer I inhale the scent of the sweat lining on your neck and dripping between your breasts. The urge to take something from you and corrupt you in a way that’s completely different from sinking my cock into you. The urge to bite, and suck, and claim you. It was usually a desire I kept at bay, taking precautionary measures with in order to avoid any sort of hasty decisions during such encounters. But, with you, and your sweet scent and bashful eyes, the urge to taste what ran through your veins was raging within me. 

I move from your neck, hoping to distract myself. I brush my fingers against the knot of your cloak, and with a small nod from you, untie it. It pools against the chair, and my eyes immediately fall to your heaving chest, just the faintest bit of cleavage exposed from your modest dress. I duck down, your hands going to my hair and tightly pulling when I run my tongue along the exposed valley, goosebumps erupting on your chest. 

I feel another tug, and suddenly, my head is being yanked back. I watch in confusion as you let go after such a harsh pull, for your face is hot with desire, eyes wide, lips wet and tongue nearly hanging out. You shift your gaze down, avoiding me as your arms work back, beginning to undo your dress. I lick my lips in anticipation, trying not to lunge and do it myself. 

You peel off the fabric, letting the top part of it crumple and hug your hips, exposing your entire torso to me in the golden light of the fire. I’m nearly speechless at the sight of your breasts, the only thing certain in my mind being that I rightfully do belong on my knees at this moment. 

You’re tugging on your bottom lip again, arms awkwardly pressing against your sides, which only pushes your breasts together even more. Your eyes wander slowly to my face, looking at me through your lashes with both lust and curiosity. “Do you like… them?”

I cannot help but chuckle at the question. “Is it even necessary to ask me that? All I can think of right now is everything I want to do to you.”

Your legs suddenly tighten together again. “I have only done this sort of thing once or twice. I’m afraid I’m not very experienced.”

I stand to my feet and extend my hand to you. “Don’t fret. We’ll have you well-practiced in no time.”

You shakily take it, and let me lead you to the North wing.

Immediately, once we are in my bed chambers, I lay you on the thick, patterned blankets, your hair resting upon the hills of pillows. Your chest rises and falls heavily, and my eyes greedily drink up the sight of your breasts. I ignore my near-to-feral needs and loosen my collar for comfort’s sake as you eagerly watch. This time, when you rub your legs together, a wet squelch can be heard and your face scrunches up in embarrassment when I raise an eyebrow. 

I step forward, hooking my fingers around the fabric bunched at your hips. With a meek nod from you, I pull it down, tugging down on your undergarments as I make my way to your feet. 

Finally, you’re clad in nothing but desire, wetness already apparent on the curls surrounding your pussy. Your thighs are aching for my fingers to bruise them, your hips begging for me to squeeze them, and your entire body ready to be worshipped. And still, such a silly girl you are, whimpering under the heat of my stare.

With a smirk, I’m crawling over your body, lowering myself for one long, wet kiss, your lips chasing mine as I back away. In the cold chill of my room, even with the fire, your body is more sensitive than before, nipples hard and perked up. I ghost the tips of my fingers around them, eyeing your every twitch and squeeze. Your body fidgets and thrusts against the air under mine, clearly aching for something more than the brief, whispering touches I’m giving to your breasts. 

I stick my tongue out and flick it against one. Your moan is high and keening.

“Beg me for more,” I murmur, going back to circling with my fingers.

You choke out a cry before folding your lips together. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“I–I can’t,” you moan. “It’s too embarrassing, too shameful.”

I flatten my tongue, dragging it long and hard against the hard bud, sending you trembling beneath me. “If your body craves it this bad, it can’t be too shameful, hm? Why hold back now when you’re so close to getting what you want?”

Your fingers squeeze around the sheets, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I… Please, I want your mouth on my breasts. I want you to touch me… roughly. Without hesitation.”

I laugh softly, squeezing your breasts with my hands as I finally close my mouth around one, licking abrasively against your tight nipple. Your body arches into my mouth, wails falling from your lips as I flick the tip of my tongue against the sensitive little nub before closing my lips around it and sucking hard. Your hips meet my clothed thigh and you begin to thrust half-mindedly, clearly trying to find some touch for your poor, neglected clit. I press my leg further into you, giving into your needs and letting you use my body to get off. I switch to your other breast, gliding my teeth against your nipples, then licking around the bump of it to soothe the sting, the sensation of it only sending more wetness coating my slacks. Feeling it hit my skin sends a burst of lust through me, and I start pressing hot, needy kisses down your stomach. You whine at the loss of my thigh, but I hush you quietly. “I’ll be taking care of you soon enough, my love.”

Your hips buck up at the promise, encouraging me to move faster until my face is finally in front of your sopping, swollen cunt. I glance at your face, my mouth twitching at the sight of you focused on the ceiling, clearly too embarrassed to watch my ministrations. But, it’s okay. I know you’ll eventually look.

I slide my arms under your thighs, pressing a kiss to one. “Please, will you open up for me?”

With a small noise, you nod, spreading your legs further until your pussy is on full display. I curse under my breath at the sight of it. I knew you’d be wet, but God, not like this. Your inner thighs are smeared with your juices, and your folds practically sheen with them. I touch two fingers to your lips, a soft gasp above me from the contact. And when I spread them, I’m licking my lips at the sight of your clit, which is jutting from under the hood, begging and desperate to be toyed with. 

I press my face into the wetness, inhaling a deep breath of your scent. A shaky cry erupts from you, and I move my nose in deeper, rubbing it against that spot right below your clit, sucking in that smell as much as I can. The urge, the one I was trying to escape from, was back, but it couldn’t matter less to me. I needed to ravage you.

I stick my tongue out, and while still deep in your cunt, I begin roughly licking you all over, sliding my tongue against your folds without relent before I reach to your clit and begin lapping at it like a person starved. I lick and lick without cease, diving into your hole and beginning to fuck you with my tongue. Your thighs shake against my head, moans and cries tumbling from those fuckable lips of yours. One hand grips the sheets, while the other curls into my hair and keeps me in place as I bob my head against your pussy, pushing my tongue in and out as fast as I can, as fast as my cock would drill into you. Your legs close against my ears, breathily saying, “Please, please, more, I just…”

I stop momentarily, feeling the cool air hit the wetness coating my chin and cheeks. “You just what?”

“I just need to come,” you sob, hips beginning to bounce on the bed from the lack of touch. “Please, please, I just, ah, God…”

Your pleas drift into the air as I get my mouth back on you, softly kissing across your entire pussy, taking my time to savour it before giving you what you need. My lips soak in your wetness, sticky and tangy, as they flatten against every inch of your folds, impatiently seizing the taste of everything you had to offer. I sigh into your cunt, praising whatever ounce of fate led you to my doorstep tonight. I finally press a tender kiss to your bulging clit, my lips perfectly hugging the round shape of it. You shudder above me, back arching and giving me the perfect view of your breasts. 

I tighten the grip of my lips on your clit and start sucking, slowly, with all the intention of exploration. I squeeze my arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to my face, as in and out, my lips grip then let go of your sweet clit. Your hand brushes my hair from my face, and I find you looking down upon me, your eyes watering and mouth forming the prettiest O, as you pant and brokenly gasp whenever I suck harder. It makes me only intensify what I’m doing, my lips beginning to tug your clit into my mouth at longer and harder intervals, putting enough pressure on that sweet spot until you’re shifting under me. And when you do, I stick my tongue out and start stroking it flatly up and down the stiff shape of it, which sends you eagerly pushing your cunt in my face.

I can feel it, hear it. Your breaths begin to come out faster and sharper, the wetness of your hole begins to leak against my tongue more, and your body heats up under my palms. I focus on what brings out the loudest noises in you, closing my eyes in concentration as I continue to apply short, stinging sucks to your clit. When I linger on one, my lips latched onto it for two moments longer, my tongue poking out to flick at it, your thighs clench and flex under my hands, your entire body shaking in one heavy wave as you release a string of cries. I moan at the sight of you, twisting and sensitive under my touch, the sensation sending your feet pressing against my back.

I continue to softly play with your clit, humming against it as your breath evens out. When you tap my head, I release with a soft pop, watching you the entire way through. 

You whimper, biting your lip.

“What is it?” I ask, wiping the back of my hand against my dripping chin.

“You’re looking at me like I’m something to eat.”

I laugh. “You have no idea.”

[shslbunnylover]

hii!! i love your fics so much. i really wanted to request a christmas oneshot with melissa x reader. where they’re married and they decide to surprise each other gifts (the readers gift to mel is the lingerie set mel has been wanting to see in the reader).

(very spicy please with some fluff and smut)

★★★𝘼 𝙜𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Summary: See ask above!

Requester: Anonymous

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Smut, Mommy kink, Praise, Degradation, Top Mel/Bottom reader, Dom/sun dynamics, Vaginal fingering (Reader receiving), Oral (Reader receiving), Clitoral stimulation (Reader receiving),

Genre: Smut

A/n: This was such an awesome ask! Absolutely loved this idea 🤭

Word count: 2.2k

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You sat on the couch with your wife, laying your head on her chest as her hands fondled your hair, her nails occasionally scratching softly at your scalp. The smell of her perfume clouded your nostrils, leaving your brain foggy with only thoughts of her inside of it.

The outside smells of cookies made and candles burned were nothing more than an afterthought when your body was engulfed in the scent of your wife,

"I still don't understand how nobody at the checkout mentioned a girlfriend, like at all," Melissa's laugh broke you out of your thoughts, her eyes rolling at the ridiculous scene playing on the TV in front of you two.

"That would have been an interesting conversation, because knowing Buddy, he would have said something like 'It's for my dad actually', you know? I wish they had added that in the movie," You replied, adjusting yourself so that your head lay on the redhead's shoulder.

"I wonder how awkward that would be to film though," Melissa thought, her soft and nimble fingers wrapping strands of your hair around themselves mindlessly as if it were natural to her. "But the bloopers must be even more fun to watch,"

As the scene where Walter Hobbs is opening the gift naively given by Buddy played on the TV screen, you looked up to see your wife licking her lips with a smirk before speaking.

"Say, I'd like to see you in that," She nudged you, causing you to laugh.

"I don't think I'd look good in it," You giggled, burying your face into her out of embarrassment and the thought of yourself in such an underwear set.

"Oh come on hon," Melissa rolled her head back, looking at you with raised eyebrows and an even fatter grin. "That body of yours would fit perfectly into it, and it'd match your face, all red like that,"

You stuck your tongue out at your wife, narrowing your eyes while a new idea found its way into your head. You looked back down at the screen to watch the rest of the movie, leaving you with a miniature smirk on your lips.

You spent the rest of that week trying to find the same lingerie set from the movie, hoping to get it in time for Christmas as a surprise for Melissa.

"Damn it, why is the evil Jeff Bezos website not working?" You groaned, putting your head in your hands, closing the computer, and placing your elbow on the cold steel shell of the device.

"What's wrong hon?" Your wife asked, opening the door to your shared bedroom, only to see you visibly frustrated.

"It's nothing, my love," You smiled, pulling her in for a soft kiss.

"Alright..." Melissa looked at you with a doubtful look, squeezing your shoulder before leaving to take a shower.

You sighed, looking out the window to admire the darkness of the night, smiling softly as you noticed a couple of snowflakes stick to the window before eventually melting from the warmth of the glass.

You thought hard for a moment before you felt a lightbulb go off in your head.

"Ava..."

"So, it's usually about 40 bucks off my shop, but because you're my employee and my best friend, it's half off," Ava smiled mischievously at the situation you were in.

"Thanks, Ava," You rolled your eyes, handing her the cash before grabbing the bag. "We will never talk about this, Amazon was down," You blushed.

"Will do, baby boo," The principal smirked, shooing you away to resume watching Love Island.

You shot your friend the middle finger, shutting the door to her office, and stuffing the bag inside your purse.

When Christmas morning finally arrived after what seemed like just a blink of an eye, a warm blanket of silence covered the house. It had been such a hectic morning of gifts and surprises that the silence felt good. The two of you sat side by side, taking in the moment and the ardency of one another. The fire brought a comfortable warmth around you, and a delicious breakfast made by your wife sat untouched on the table, as it was meant for later. All that mattered now was sharing the day together and enjoying the silence. No sounds of unwrapping or exclamations of surprise, just the calm air lingering between you two while you looked through the photo book Melissa had given you.

"So Princess, do you like it?" Melissa asked, watching as you held a soft photo book from your wedding.

"I love it so much Mel," You replied, tears brimming at your eyes as you flipped through each photo, laughing softly at the goofy ones.

"But, I still have one more gift to give you," You smiled, shooting her a wink and standing up to go to your bedroom to get changed into the surprise.

Your partner sat there while you got dressed, texting Barbara a thank you for the help with the photo book, unaware of the spicy surprise waiting for her.

You swiftly pulled the straps to the lingerie onto your shoulders, your fingers moving to graze softly on the fluffy edges of the fabric.

"You almost done in there, hon?" Melissa laughed at how long you were taking while she cleaned up the wrapping paper.

"Y-Yeah I'll be out in a second!" You replied, opening the door and stepping out into the hallway.

Your arms folded in front of your body as you walked behind Melissa, tapping her softly on the shoulder and watching her turn around swiftly.

"So, what-" The redhead was cut off by the sight of you in the lingerie.

Her mouth was hanging slightly open, all the moisture in there going straight to her core.

The lingerie sat tightly against your body, showing off every inch of your figure. A warm red fabric with white trimming covered the top part of the outfit, clinging to your curves and framing your breasts beautifully. You paired the underwear with a pair of white fishnets and red lipstick, as you knew Melissa loved when you wore that shade of red.

"Oh...Jesus Christ Hon," Melissa gasped, walking up to you and cupping your breast with her hand and your chin with the other. "You look delicious," She practically groaned, pinching your nipple tightly to elect a whimper from you.

"F-Fuck-" You let your head fall onto her clavicle, biting your lip almost as roughly as your wife was being with your tits.

Her palm fell from your chin, pushing you back from her embrace to get the perfect view. Her soft and gentle fingers trailed over your exposed skin, your flesh raising once the tips finally left the area.

"I can't believe this is all mine, these tits, this face, everything about you," Your wife spoke in a husky tone, moving her lips to your neck, leaving soft blue marks on your otherwise [skin color] skin.

"P-Please Mel-" You pleaded, the pain causing the heat in your core to bubble up.

"Ah ah ah-" She tutted, pinching your nub tighter. "What do you call me?"

"Mommy..." You corrected yourself, pressing your body against her, moving your hips so your clit rubbed up against her thigh.

The older woman quickly and harshly swatted your button, watching with a grin as you shivered from the sudden sting.

"Good girl..." The redhead chuckled. "Now, I'm gonna take full advantage of this Christmas present," She spoke, grabbing you and dragging you upstairs.

When she finally made her way to your bedroom, she pushed you onto the bed with a simple flick of her hand, her green eyes watching how your tits bounced as your back hit the mattress like a predator stalking its prey before going to devour it.

"Please do mommy, I got this just for you," You breathed out, spreading your thighs apart to reveal your soaked cunt.

The redhead's emerald eyes widened, and an amused expression made its way onto her facial features.

"Fuck...now this is the bow on top," Melissa licked her lips, wasting no time and immediately burying her face in you, her tongue working wonders as it plunged in and out of you, only pausing to k the tips of her fingers.

Her digits swiftly went to rub on your clit, moving in circles that shot chills up your spine.

Your body was engulfed in a deep warm feeling that started from within and spread out to the rest of your body. Your brain clouded with nothing but a feeling of intense pleasure, relaxation, and even ecstasy as you cried out her name.

"Yeah princess, taste so good," Your wife hummed into your sensitive pussy, the soft vibrations adding to the waves of pleasure pulsating throughout your body

You can feel yourself breathing heavily and panting as your body began to tremble with pleasure.

"Mommy, I-I...Oh God!" You cried, your legs shaking violently from the stimulation on your sensitive button.

Your hand dug into her hair, your thighs clenching around the sides of her head.

Her tongue flicked around your folds, the sweet taste of your release settling on her tastebuds as she savored each lick she gave to your sensitive pussy. Her green eyes rolled back into her head, internally questioning how someone could taste as addicting and as delicious as you did.

But she wasn't done with you. She wanted to hold off your release for as long as possible like always. She was always such a tease, and with your new outfit, the redhead only wanted to watch your body squirm around even more than usual.

"Such a fucking whore," Melissa sighed, removing her mouth from your pussy to your dismay, releasing a laugh from her pretty pink lips when you let out a pleading moan.

The redhead ran her hand through her hair, licking her lips clean of your juices before running her hands up and down your body, squeezing at your breasts to elect more of your delicious sounds for her to relish in.

"Please, Mommy, don't tease!" You whimpered, rubbing your thighs for any sense of relief from the ache between your legs.

Melissa didn't respond to your whines and pleas, only spreading your legs with her strong hands.

"Surprising me with lingerie, knowing I'd fuck your brains out," She growled, bending down to kiss your neck, nibbling at your earlobe before plunging three of her fingers inside your tight hole.

Your toes curled tightly and your back arched, your hands that were gripping at the sheets the only thing keeping you from going completely off the edge.

"Oh f-fuck!" You choked out, your voice turning into a mixture of whimpers and cries as your wife's slender fingers rubbed up against your walls, collecting a white ring at the bottom that increased in visibility the more she pumped in and out of your tight walls.

"Yeah, such a good girl, taking my fingers with your pretty pussy," Melissa muttered, trailing her mouth down your figure before finally attaching her lips to your puffy clit, giving you the much-needed relief.

"Ahh~!! God! I'm going to come! Going to come!" You practically sobbed, your eyes rolling back into your head, the feeling of the redhead sucking on your sensitive nub too much for you to handle.

Just because of her fingers' movements, carefully perfected after years of being your partner, your body immediately became nothing more than a malleable and shaking sex puddle.

"God damn it, you're so easy hon," Your wife smirked, her expression predatory and seductive as she edged you on, her thrusts increasing in speed before slowing down whenever you were about to finish.

"Only for you- Please- Mommy, I need to come!" You cried out, wrapping your hands around Melissa's biceps for more connection to her, your fingernails leaving soft crescent moon indents in her milky skin.

"Then do it baby, make a mess on my fingers and my face," Melissa purred, giving your clit tiny little kitten licks with her agile tongue.

"Fu-Fuck-!! Mommy~!!" You screamed, your back relaxing as the relaxation from your release took over your body, a soft 'oomph' coming from the mattress once your body fully hit the soft plush.

You laid there, your eyes hooded and legs shaking, watching as Melissa sat down next to you, pulling you onto her lap.

"That- Holy shit..." You muttered, unable to say anything else due to the fogginess inside of your head.

The redhead opened your mouth, pushing one of her soaked digits inside, allowing you to clean it whilst tasting yourself.

"I think that was my favorite gift this year," She winked suggestively, pulling out of your mouth.

"I'm glad," You laughed, your head clearing up from how dumb-fucked you were. "Merry Christmas, my love,"

"Merry Christmas Amore," Melissa smiled, stroking away the hair that clung to your forehead. "Why don't we go get that breakfast I made? I don't want it getting cold after all,"

"Good idea," You agreed, attempting to stand up, only for your wife to sweep you off your feet and into her arms.

"I think you need to give these things a little rest," She teased, squeezing your thigh softly before making her way down the stairs.

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

[luvely-pearl]

keep thinking about goingg on a girls day out with mama. her coming in the change rooms with me bcs im not good at choosing clothes.. slipping her fingers into my icky princess parts an telling me to be quiet like a good girl as she rubs my swollen clit an makes me drippy everywhere. mmaybe she slides a vibrator in too an turns it on an i have to pretend nothings wrong while we walk around or go to the movies or eat lunch, whining an an squirming the whole time bcs its too much. at least i get to hold mamas hand as i cum in my panties for the sixth time an it dribbles down my leg

[setsunasbabe]

Cuddling headcanons with the aot characters

masterlist

part 1 • part 2 (coming soon)

contains :

Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir

warnings: mention of a tarantula in Armin's, mention of food in Sasha's, curse words in Eren and Connie's, kisses in Historia and Ymir's, mention of the word 'perv' in Ymir's, I did not proofread ; otherwise it's completely sfw

Mikasa

She probably cuddles you whenever she's too stressed. Feeling like she's protecting you makes her relax.

She's big spoon most of the time. Again she loves feeling like she's protecting you in some way.

You're both laying on your sides and she's holding you from behind, her hands wrapped around your waist.

She also probably cuddles you more at night, when you're both really tired. Holding you to make you fall asleep more easily.

Maybe, really rarely, but maybe, she can be the little spoon. I mean if you ask her, obviously she's gonna oblige, but if she's really feeling bad and needs comfort she'll really appreciate you holding her.

What I mean is her breaking down in your arms and you soothing her to sleep while holding her. That's the type of comfort I'm talking about.

Eren

Okay, first things first, if anybody asks him, he's big spoon. But that's such a lie.

Eren is a big baby and wants needs to be held.

He's probably laying his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck while you're rubbing his back.

He also really likes when you talk to him while cuddling. It calms him, he really loves your voice, like way too much.

The best time to cuddle him is when he's having a jealous or possessive episode. This dude is going to be clinging onto you for dear life. Like closing any space between the two of you, to be in contact with you the best he can.

Cuddling Eren is always good. Except in summer. I mean he's all over you. And it's already hot. You don't NEED this weightened blanket. Trust me you don't.

And if you want him to be the big spoon, he'll act like he doesn't mind. But then he'll complain of having a sore arm or something. That bitch 😐.

Armin

Armin is baby. Please I love him so much. Sorry.

Armin prefers cuddling while facing each other. Weather he's holding you or the other way around. He likes having you close and being able to look at you.

Okay, he may have a preference for being held, but you didn't hear that from me.

He also likes talking to you or listening to you. Most of your cuddle sessions end up in discussions about the strangest things. Like you guys are just laying down and 20 minutes later you're asking yourselves 'do you think a tarantula can stay up on one leg?' or some shit like that.

Okay but study sessions with Armin ending in cuddle sessions. Like. Hear me out. You're just 'taking a break' and you're straddling Armin's lap (not like THAT) and he's holding you and you're just talking, your torso pressed against his, feeling each other's heartbeat. Like IMAGINE.

Jean

Honestly he's down to cuddle all. the. time. Like bruv, chill. But it's because he loves you too much, can you blame him? Jean is the biggest simp out there.

He likes to hold you as much as he likes to be held. But there are three cuddle positions that he loves most.

First, holding you close by your middle while your head is against his chest and you're both laying on your sides.

Second, classic big spoon. He holding you from behind by your waist. But it's not his favourite because he's not facing you.

Third (his favourite), he's laying on you, head pressed on your chest to hear your heartbeat or in the crook of your neck to feel your pulse.

Yes, Jean checks if you're alive all of the time. I mean it's not his fault you're so perfect he can't believe you're real?

Anyways. Jean also likes to cuddle you in public (read on Sasha's couch) to show you off to others (read to Eren).

Sasha

Prepare to a lot of post meal cuddles with Sasha. She's always sleepy after eating a lot. And Sasha does often eat a lot.

When Sasha is tired she giggles a lot. Like imagine you're laying comfortably and she just starts giggling? Like, Sasha, babe, wtf?

She prefers to be held. This had to be said. She likes when you're holding her and she's laying her head next to your heart.

She also cuddles you when she had a nightmare. She will literally sneak into your bed at night trying not to wake you up. But if she does wake you up, she'll just tell you that she had a nightmare, asking you to hold her.

But Sasha moves a lot in her sleep. You'll go to bed laying against each other and wake up with your limbs tangled in each other.

Also, being the menace she is, she will put her cold hands under your shirt with the excuse of them being cold and needing to heat up. She's lucky you love her...

Connie

Okay, I was talking about Sasha being a menace, but this little shit is another level.

He will literally poke you and pinch abruptly for no reason when you're cuddling.

No but honestly, he likes having you laying on top of him and hold you close. He's probably telling you the worst story of all time at the same moment but you both really enjoy the moment.

He likes to maintain eye contact while talking to you so your head is probably propped up on one of your arms.

He appreciates more cuddling in the late afternoon, while the sun goes down to see its rays fade on your face, or some sappy shit like that.

No but cuddling sessions with Connie can be really cool. He's a funny guy and he's very comforting.

And the hand placement!!! Like he has his hands on the small of your back, rubbing it soothingly. You're both having a really good time... And then he pokes you. 😐

Historia

Probably the cuddliest out of all of them.

Can and will cuddle you in any situation. She takes the occasion to cuddle you anytime she can.

'Hisu we can't cuddle while standing.' 'Why not?'

She doesn't care if she's big spoon or little spoon. She just enjoys basking in your presence so much.

She also likes to hug you from behind while you're cooking or doing something else while standing.

What I mean is, don't feel surprised when you feel hands snaking around your waist and see blond strands of hair on your shoulder from the corner of your eye.

She expects a lot of kisses from you while cuddling, I don't make the rules.

She often plays with your hair when you're both laying down or you're laying your head on her lap. She really likes soothing you to sleep with her nails gently scratching your scalp.

Ymir

She'll act like she hates cuddling you but she actually craves your physical affection.

You guys probably cuddle more in the morning when you just woke up. Mostly because Ymir is not awake enough to pretend to be annoyed.

She is big spoon all the way you can't change my mind. She likes to hold you while you're both laying on your sides.

Your face is often tucked under her chin so you can't see her smiling. Or she's holding it in her hands while cupping your cheeks (not THESE cheeks you perv) and gazing into your eyes lovingly.

She kisses you a lot when you cuddle. Most of the time out of nowhere. Like she's pouting and 2 seconds later she's kissing you.

The only times she'll cuddle you in public is if she's jealous to show the person who's been eyeing you up and down for the past minutes that you are hers.

[totally-sapphic-posts]

That absolute warm and beautiful intimacy of trusting someone fully and melting into their embrace at every opportunity in a way that leaves you feeling safe and more at home than anything else ever could

[devourable]

♛ the princess

sfw | tags : fem!yandere x gn reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), yandere behavior, stalking mentions, power dynamic, manipulation

the last of my ladies for now! althea, the meanie princess <3 sorry if this is kind of a mess but yall know me by now lol. i can finally start working on my nb yans now 🥹

this one goes out to all the girl likers following me. mmmwah

“i’m gonna marry you one day! we’ll always be together!”

little althea made the claim over and over throughout your childhood, so often that it was normal for you to hear. having lived in her castle since your parents began working for hers, you were the only other person her age that she had to play with.

to say she was attached to you was an understatement. she adored you!

but little you was oblivious to all of her proclamations, assuming it to all be pretend. just a game! sure, it got a little weird when she continued to say it even when you grew into adolescents, but there was no harm in it, right?

you hadn’t the slightest clue to just how serious she was.

see, althea always, always got what she wanted. she was the princess, after all! and the sole heir to the throne. new clothes, the finest food, and the most lavish castle to live in — all of it was hers, the moment she asked for her. but none of it could ever satisfy her the way your presence did.

her adoration for you kept your family employed and her parents happy. she clung to you like a vice, always insisting you dressed up together and went to all of her classes and such. you kept her tantrums at bay in a way no one in her family had ever seen before.

and when you weren’t around, or something (or god forbid, someone) dared to take your attention away from her? she was a nightmare. a fussy, loud, violent nightmare that wouldn’t be anything but a purposeful nuisance until you were returned to her. so it was always in everyone’s best interests to ensure you were together. words of appreciation and gifts from everyone within the castle was a norm for you, incentives to convince you to stay by the young princess’s side.

it was how it had always been, even as you developed. you figured althea would grow out of her clingy behavior toward you — and to an extent, she did. as you aged and developed individual personalities, everyone was relieved when the princess grew out of her cranky attitude and into the sweet, delicate young lady that was expected of her. the ideal princess who spoke in a gentle tone and expressed love toward the people she’d rule in the future. you could ignore how she always held your hand a little too tight when you were alone together, or how she insisted on kissing you on the lips every day (“it’s normal for us,” she’d claim! neverminding how she’d always seem to ‘accidentally’ leave your face smeared with her lip gloss). she had become a better person, so you could indulge her, right?

because of the change, though… no one had any clue that althea couldn’t care less for the kingdom. no matter how much she was taught to cherish those she’d rule over, she saw them all as little more than a responsibility that she was created to care for later in her life. it irritated her to no end and her only reprieve was you. you kept her going, kept her motivated to be the good little lady she was supposed to be, kept her from shirking her duties and whisking you away like she had fantasized about doing countless times.

despite the seemingly positive impact that growing up seemed to had made, everyone was still quite surprised when althea allowed you to leave the castle to live your own life years later. you were hers, didn’t you know? but you weren’t royalty, so you saw no point in staying — besides, you wanted to see the world beyond the castle walls. so she bid you goodbye, kissed you on the lips once more, and waved you off as you left the home you had shared up until then.

however… when you tried to make a name for yourself on your own, it felt like nothing ever went your way. you never noticed how there were always a few of the palace knights lingering around every public building you went to afterwards. nor did you really pick up on why most places you applied to work at turned you away. and why did you always get kicked out of your hostels after just a few nights’ stay? it was like life was rejecting you as soon as you tried to enter it. but kind, gracious althea was always there to pick up the pieces for you, loaning you money when you needed it and lending you a space to stay when you had nowhere else to go.

she’d never directly ask you to come back full time, oh no. she was willing to play the long game. to let you learn on your own that you needed her to survive.

it got to a point where you didn’t know how long you had been away from her. months? weeks? a year? the world was just so cold and harsh when you didn’t share it with althea! you were in and out of jobs, homes, and was only known as the princess’s former friend rather than your name. you couldn’t take it. you couldn’t live like this, who could? so the day you finally stumbled back onto the palace doorstep, shaking and soaked from a storm you had gotten caught in, althea welcomed your return with open arms. she cleaned you, clothed you, and fed you the food you were used to eating.

silly you, trying to leave your future fiancee. she wished she didn’t have to let you go through all that you did, but you had to learn one way or another! and now that you had, you’d never have to do it again.

you’ll stay right by her, in the castle, till the very end.

after all, she did say you’d always be together, didn’t she?

[bitepilled]

you wouldn’t finger her piston core

[s0m4-r03]

love the idea of having a gf who comes up behind me just so she can wrap her arms around my waist to gently sway the both of us

i want to lean back into them and relax into their arms

maybe there’s music playing in the background or maybe we’re swaying in complete silence 

either way we are together and completely at peace <3

[g0thbbymarsss]

Any butches wanna carefully zip up my dress and clasp my set of pearls around my neck before chauffering me to our romantic dinner? I'll pay of course because you're just my darling little pet. I'll reward you for good behavior in the bath when we sink into the warm soapy water together. Your poor cock has been hard all night staring lustfully at me and only now does it get any attention. I wrap my hand around it, teasing your slit with me thumb. You lose a groan as you push up against my hand. A stinging slap hits your face for your insolence. I'm in charge, pet. Now, tell me, what is it you want?

[shslbunnylover]

hii, i wanted to request a fluffmas story. one with melissa x reader where it’s their first Christmas as a married couple and reader wants to make it as special as possible

★★★𝘼 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞'𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣 (12 𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮 7: 𝙈𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙤𝙚 & 𝙂𝙞𝙛𝙩 𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Requester: Anonymous

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 (Message me to be a part of the taglist until I get a page set up!!)

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): A couple mentions of sex,

Genre: Fluff (With hints of crack 😉)

A/n: Here ya go anon! Thanks for this request! It was perfect to add to this fic! (Also this gif goes perfectly with the story 🤭)

Word count: 2.0k

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Being a Schemmenti came with a lot of perks. For one there was the delicious food served up by each family member, plus there was also the bonus of always knowing a guy and having kind in-laws. But for you, the biggest perk of being a Schemmenti was none other than the fiery redhead you were married to, Melissa.

She knew how to take care of herself and you, and she was kind and sweet to all of the kids she taught and every kid she didn't. Her figure was seductive, and her facial expressions would have you squirming in your seat like a schoolgirl who just got passed a note by her crush. The way she treated you in the bedroom made you feel like either a princess or a slut (In a good way of course) depending on your moods, and the way protectiveness she had over you made you feel loved and wanted.

The way your eyes looked at her was like a lovesick puppy looking at a bone, and she'd never let you forget about it.

"What is it with you and those puppy dog eyes?" She'd always ask you, and it would always result in you breaking out in a blush.

There was so much Melissa and the rest of the Schemmenti family had done for you, and all you wanted was to do something for the redhead you loved.

One thing you knew, was that being a Schemmenti meant that you knew how to pull off a plan.

And it all started with a simple shopping trip.

"And how much for the bat protector?" You asked, pulling out your wallet as your thumb ran through the stack of bills saved up inside the pocket.

"That'll be fifteen ninety-nine with tax," The man across the register smiled at you, scanning the item before putting it in a bag. "Is this your husband's Christmas present?"

"Wife's," You corrected him with a chuckle, grabbing the bag as you handed him the cash, placing the change in one of the pockets in your wallet.

"Oh, I see," He nodded, "Have a nice day. I hope she enjoys the cover!"

You walked out of the store in the mall, checking your phone for the time before you quickly ran down the stairs to the lower level of the building. You looked around for the back exit, sighing in relief once you finally found it.

"Now it's time for the best part of surprise 1," You thought out loud, going out through the door into the chilly air, only to be met with a familiar sight.

Anyone who knew Melissa knew she loved Philly and their sports teams, especially the Flyers mascot Gritty, so you found a hookup and paid him to sign the bat cover for Melissa's main Christmas present.

Even though you never got the whole hype around the guy, you just went along with it for Melissa, it was cute how happy she'd get.

"Hello there Gritty," You chuckled, handing him a stack of cash you had saved up from a couple of side hustles and working at extra-curriculars at Abbott (and using thousands of coupons with every purchase you would make through the year).

He simply waved in reply, keeping his public persona as a mascot even though it was just the two of you. The mascot took the tiny stack of cash in one of his large furry paws, putting it in his pocket while you took out the gift.

"Thanks again for coming," You smiled in gratitude, looking at the thing in front of you as you handed him the gift.

You watched as he signed it, secretly taking a photo of the sight before taking back the bat cover.

"You know you didn't have to do this-" You chuckled, pausing at the end. "You aren't going to reply, aren't you?"

The furry orange mascot shook his head, causing you to chuckle.

"Alright then, thanks again for this Gritty. I never got you, but if it makes Melissa happy then I'm all for it," You laughed.

Bored with the silence, you simply waved, saying your goodbyes before getting in your car.

"Mel's gonna love it..." You sighed, putting the gift in a special box you had bought.

"Hon?" Melissa hummed, hugging you from behind as you stood at the kitchen island, grading papers.

"Yeah, baby?" You asked, turning around to kiss her softly on the lips.

"You wanna watch a movie with me?"

"Of course!" You smiled in reply, grabbing her hand as the two of you sat on the couch.

"Wh-"

"No," You cut her off. "What do you wanna watch?" You smirked, looking at Melissa's slightly surprised expression.

"I was thinking of a Hallmark movie..." She replied, her voice going quiet out of embarrassment.

"Oh! That sounds awesome!" You beamed, "I told Jacob you had the best tastes in movies!"

"You are not telling him that I like these sappy ass Hallmark movies-" The redhead threatened, pointing at you.

"I'm not going to tell him, and you know that. I've kept a secret through three years of dating and almost a whole year of marriage," You rolled your eyes.

Melissa chuckled, pulling you close up against her body.

"You're a sweetheart, hon. You know that?" She smirked.

"Oh I know, that's why I'm planning on making this the best Christmas ever for you~" You replied with a wink, watching as a soft smile formed on her face.

"Any Christmas with you is the best Christmas ever," Melissa reassured you, pressing a kiss to your hair.

When Christmas day finally arrived, the two of you exchanged gifts like every year, but you kept the special gift until her family came over, much to her confusion.

"Trying to keep me waiting huh? It better not be anything dirty- You know Vinny will never allow me to let that go," Melissa looked at you with narrowed eyes as she swept the floors.

"It's not Mel!" You chuckled, finishing up your job of setting up the table and organizing the kitchen.

"Good-" The redhead looked at you. "I wouldn't mind it if it was~ I'd just prefer not to have my Ma look at any part of my sex life," She winked, causing you to blush.

"I don't want my mother-in-law looking at my sex life either Mel," You reminded her with a sassy tone. "That's why I'm now deciding to give it to you after they're here,"

But before Melissa could reply, the doorbell went off, just in time as the house had now been fully cleaned.

"Speak of the devil," You chuckled, running up to the door to let them in.

"Hey there Y/n!" Melissa's mom hugged you tightly, "How are ya?" She asked, kissing you on each cheek like she always did.

"I'm good Teresa, Mel is in the kitchen, everything is set out," You pointed in the direction of the kitchen before saying your greetings to everyone else.

One tradition you loved participating in was the Secret Santa, every year the Schemmenti would sit down and draw out of a hat who'd they get the gift for, but it was different. The gifts could only cost under 5 dollars.

But once everyone was handing out their actual gifts, you all would hand out the Secret Santa gifts, and the chaos would ensue.

"Oh my god- What the hell is this Vinny?" You exclaimed through laughter, holding up a toilet LED light.

"It was on sale! Amazon had it for 3 dollars!" The man defended himself. "Plus, we only had 5 dollars to spend!"

"What the hell made you think this was a good purchase?" Melissa cackled, bending over in laughter.

"Maybe you needed to see when you go to the bathroom at night!"

"We have light switches for that, you dumbass!" You laughed, holding your stomach as it began to hurt out of laughter.

"Oh, whatever! You just bought her a couple of scratch-offs!" Vinny replied, gesturing to Kristin-Marie as he tried to hold down his laughter (and failed miserably).

"At least those can make her money!" You scoffed, "Plus she loves those things,"

"She's got you on that one Vin-" Kristin-Marie chuckled as she looked at her scratch-offs.

"You all suck-"

"You love us though," Teresa said through her laughter.

Once everyone had gone home, you brought Melissa to the Christmas tree, picking up the box hidden in the corner as you looked at her.

"So are ya finally gonna show me what it is?" Melissa smirked, watching you stand back up, her smirk becoming a soft smile as she heard you starting to speak.

"Melissa, you've done so much for me, and I love you so much... Merry Christmas," You smiled, handing her the gift and watching as she opened it.

You watched as she picked up the cover, looking at the signature as her eyes widened and she covered her mouth.

"You're joking right?!" Melissa gasped.

You shook your head, showing her the photo you had taken a couple of days earlier when the mascot was signing the gift for her.

"It's real, I thought it'd be a nice cover for Edith," You chuckled, knowing how much she loved her emotional support baseball bat.

The redhead in front of you wiped a tear from her eye, smiling like a kid who had just gotten their favorite candy.

"I-I...I'm speechless," She whispered. "Thank you... All that effort you put into this means the world to me... You didn't have to,"

"But I wanted to, let me say I love you in my way," You replied. "Just this once?"

Melissa looked up a bit, noticing the mistletoe she had hung up a couple of days ago as a ploy to get more kisses from you.

"Then let me say I love you too," The green-eyed woman said in a soft and loving tone that you only heard in the privacy of your shared home before she pulled you into a deep kiss, her hands grabbing softly at every inch of your body.

"Mmmm..." You hummed in satisfaction after a minute passed and you pulled away for air. "So, was I right? Did I give you a good Christmas?"

Melissa nodded, hugging you tightly.

"The best Christmas ever,"

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If you enjoyed reading this, don't forget to like, reblog and comment! Thank you and you are loved <3

-Akira

[ch3rry-blossom-skies]

Melissa Schemmenti Masterlist

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