#so I've got Christmas socks on

[todaysromano]

02.10.2024

Today, Romano called up his brother to chat.

[kirby-the-gorb]

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Eddie hated this and he'd just started.

See, he was so proud when he made it, when he got his first office job. He saw what decades of physical labor did to Wayne's back, his hands, and he wanted to make his uncle proud. So he kept applying and applying and getting ignored and rejected and finally, finally he got a job in a pretty large corporate. Not exactly something prestigious, but hey, it had potential. The experience counted and all that.

He thought maybe workplaces would be different, that the good ol' high school dynamic would fuck off, but no. He was sitting at his desk, trying to fill in paperwork after a taxing phone call, but all he could focus on was whispering from the neighboring cubicle that was ostentatiously loud. He didn't know who sat there yet, the guy had been on vacation for the two weeks Eddie was in the company. From the stuff he was hearing, he was getting introduced anyway and not exactly the way he'd have liked to be.

"Can you believe they actually let him work here?" It was Carol, of course it was, the office gossip and mean girl knockoff. "I mean, he doesn't even look decent! Did you see that hair?" Okay, that hurt. He actually pulled his hair into a neat bun every morning, but you can't please some people. "And he has tattoos, what would our customers think if they actually met him, plus you should have heard the rumors about his past-!"

But just as he was about to slam down the pile of paperwork and either take an extended smoke break or gently ask Carol to go fuck a polar bear, he heard another voice. Bored and wonderfully bitchy.

"That's absolutely fascinating, Carol. Please tell me more, what could this guy possibly have done? It must be something juicy. Did he perhaps fuck his boss during the Christmas party and then lie about it to his boyfriend of five years? Oh wait no. That was you. Silly me."

Eddie had to bite his pencil to stay quiet, but his whole chest hurt by trying to keep the snickering in. And then the offended gasp. "I- you promised you wouldn't-!"

"I didn't promise shit, Carol. You just came to me, cried your eyes out - bad move by the way, invest in some waterproof mascara for god's sake, mascara in wrinkles doesn't good on anyone, and yes, you do have wrinkles - and tried to play the victim. Except I heard your small proposition to the guy before so it didn't really work out. But it's fine, you know," and oooh, the tone was smug, so bored, Eddie loved this guy already, "Tommy saw you as well and had a good time with Nicole to get even. So there's nothing to worry about. Now tell me, what did this horrible Eddie Munson do to summon wrath of such a righteous woman such as yourself?"

Eddie heard a sharp sound as Carol got up from the desk. "Fuck you, Steve Harrington," she spat out and sped past Eddie's seat. He just gave her a small salute.

When the sound of high heels faded, Eddie leaned over the cubicle wall and knocked to draw the guy's attention. And yeah, maybe he was a little bit biased because he'd just obliterated a textbook definition of a shrew, but this Steve was fucking gorgeous, light brown eyes looking at him, a smug smirk tugging at his lips.

"Oh hi," said Steve and offered his hand, shaking Eddie's. "Sorry for that. I'm Steve Harrington and whatever deepest, darkest secrets you're hiding, I don't care, I'm pretty sure I've heard them all. What did you do? Shave your head in school? Join a cult? Cut dolls apart and chant hail Satan?"

That had Eddie laughing again, but he still had an introduction to make. A proper one. "Nice to meet you, Steve. Eddie Munson, and I'm worse than your darkest nightmares. I sometimes wear socks in sandals."

Steve's eyebrow twitched. "Oh, Carol was right, you are a monster!" he muttered. "Speaking of monsters..." His head leaned to the side, towards Carol who was angrily carrying her coffee mug, her mascara running again.

Before he could catch himself, Eddie leaned over the wall and whispered as loudly as he could muster. "Can you believe some people wear dotted dresses with stripes on their stockings? We can't all be born with taste, I guess...tragic."

And again, maybe Eddie was just biased, but Steve's laughter was so pretty that it actually made dealing with Carol's bullshit worth it.

[lowkeyremi]

Hi there!! I’ve read some of your works I they’re really good- you’re so talented and amazing 😭✋🏾

Bakugou x reader where he slips reader a letter telling her to proofread his letter to Santa and she’s like:??? but doesn’t judge bc she loves him, and it says that he’s asking Santa for a wife 😭🥰 and then when she looks down he’s on one knee 🥺

All I want for Christmas is You k. bakugo x fem!reader

a/n: THIS IS SO CUTE OMG IM GIGGLING STOPPPP i was about to say at his grown age he got a santa list but it made more sense after I read the rest :3

content: fluff, established relationship, bakugo is silly

The old grandfather clock that Katsuki insisted he needed chimes loudly to announce the arrival of the next hour. You were in the kitchen getting a little snack before winding down for bed.

As you continued preparing your snack your boyfriend made his presence know in the kitchen with his humming.

"What's that?" He asks looking over your shoulder.

"I'm trying something new." You explain, taking a look at it for yourself. Honestly, you don't know what to call it. His eyes travel down to your feet where he can see you aren't wearing socks or your house slippers.

"How many times do I have to tell ya to wear something on your feet? You'll get sick." He complains for the umpteenth time this week.

"Mhm I know. I need you to be quiet you're breaking my concentration." He finds it cute how your tongue is slightly poking out as you try to frost this.. interesting looking cupcake.

"Doesn't look like ya put much effort or thought into it but okay..." He clicks his tongue and you elbow him in the stomach. Of course it doesn't hurt though, because he's built like a marble statue.

"Anyways, I need you to read over this when your done. It's my wish list to Santa." You don't respond right away, waiting to see if he's going to say he's joking or something, but he doesn't. You put down the frosting bag and stare deep into his soul.

"Are you serious? I thought Santa wasn't real. At least that's what you told Denki and ruined his Christmas." You recall last year's Christmas party when Katsuki harshly broke the news to Denki. The blond had a mental break down.

"I've reconsidered what I'd said before. He's real 'n I've been real good this year so hopefully I'll get what I wished for." He emphasizes that for some odd reason.

"I wouldn't be too sure of that. Remember when you verbally assaulted that kid who said you look like a mean Pokémon character?" He grumbles something that you don't quite catch but you get what he means.

"Just read it." He says with a roll of his eyes. You stare at him once again.

"Ughhh be happy I love your ass. I have to stop my cupcakes to read a santa list??? How old are you five?" He knows you aren't mad which is why he holds out the red envelope for you to take.

He watches you intently as you gently tear open the envelope. You pull out a piece of paper, which reads:

Dear Santa,

It's me. Bakugo.

The only thing I want for Christmas is a pretty wife who will stay with me through thick and thin. Who's also annoying and banned from going to sleep after me because of her terrible pranks.

Thanks.

As you finish reading it you're in shock. You lower the letter from your view to see your boyfriend on one knee, a pretty ring being presented to you in a very exquisite box.

"So.. will you help Santa out? Make my wish come true?" He's shaking and he looks so vulnerable it touches your heart.

You already know your answer but who would you be if you didn't give the man a run for his money.

"Well I don't know, Santa still needs to receive the letter then he'll probably come to me and we'll talk." You say crossing your arms. Katsuki glares at you and you smile back.

"Of course I will!! I mean who else would do it if not for me?" He rolls his eyes so hard you feel it.

"I could get anyone to marry me in seconds." He scoffs while putting the ring on your finger.

"All this talk and it took you 7 years to finally pop the question." Before he even gets another word out you lean down to press a soft kiss onto his lips.

"Merry Christmas, hubby." You say with a snort.

"Way to ruin a romantic moment and hubby is not going to be a new nickname."

jokes on him hubby stuck around for a long time :3

[targaryenrealnessdarling]

A Perfect Score - Epilogue | FigureSkating!AU

Summary: months have passed since the finals with no sign of Aemond, making you wonder if anything has changed | Word Count: 6k~ | Warnings below the cut~

Series Masterlist | Links to my Taglists: General Taglist | Aemond Targaryen Taglist

Warnings: p in v sex, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), degradation, praise, *a finger in the bum*, butt play, ass eating, orgasm denial, creampie, ass slapping, pussy slapping, face slapping

A/N: *don't get emosh, don't get emosh, don't get emosh* I can't believe it's really REALLY the end! I've had this idea for the Epilogue for AGES and can't wait for you all to read the last instalment of our figure skating couple <3 would die for them and hope you enjoy!

"Good, but bend your knees!" You shout to El who's still got her hands outstretched haphazardly, wobbling on the ice as others whizz past her, knocking her off balance.

She throws a middle finger.

Charming.

You laugh as she pushes off to do another lap, reaching down between your legs for the bag and pulling your phone out for any new texts.

Nothing, you sigh.

El makes you jump, bumping into the ledge, "Will you stop being a simp and checking your phone every two seconds? He's going to text you!"

You click your phone off, "I know. I'm just so impatientttt…" you whine, exaggerating your frustration.

El rolls her eyes, "He'll get in, bud"

"Ew, don't call me that"

"Besides, if he gets rejected, he could always be your new manager, pal" she grins.

"You're so fucking gross, you know that?"

She shrugs, a grin that spells victory, "that'd be kinda hot to be fair. Going everywhere with you to competitions, organising your hotel rooms, fucking you over his des-"

"El! For fucks sake" you whisper-shout, heat rising to your cheeks.

A few other skaters on the ice turn their heads in judgment, making your face burn with embarrassment.

"Gods, so uptight" El jokes, a mischievous grin on her face.

To tell the truth. You missed Aemond. In all aspects.

You hadn't had sex since being in Dorne. And you hadn't seen him since the hospital.

Even though you texted most days, after months of seeing him everyday, it was quite the shock to the system.

It felt like there was a hole, conveniently Aemond-shaped, that was deepening the longer you two were separated.

"Oof!"

You both look up, to see Floris on the ice, wobbling her way back onto her feet, grimacing, "I'm ok!" She reassures, pushing off to skate slowly.

You nod in Floris' direction, "Is she okay skating?"

"Yeah, the physiotherapist said it'd be good to get her doing things like this again" El replies, looking over her shoulder at her sister.

She turns back to you, "Your manager doesn't hang around here anymore. Not since Floris has started coming back".

You resist the urge to frown.

Coward.

“Got you”, El smirks mischievously, "will you tell me what happened one day?"

It was something you’d thought about for some time. To tell her, or not? Floris certainly didn’t know the deeper details, but you knew she would have had suspicions.

Aemond was obviously unbothered if such information circulated, having put a very large proverbial wall between him and Otto the moment he was discharged from hospital. And yet, it still wouldn’t feel right, airing out all the Targaryen dirty laundry like that.

Even if he said it was okay.

But maybe, on a deeper level, Floris and El at least, deserved the truth.

"One day" you promise.

The cold winter chill nips at your bones, even through the layers of thermal clothing you've got piled on, the thick socks, boots and an overcoat, it still feels positively freezing.

“Who are you texting, missy?” you tease, bumping El on the shoulder, shoving your hands into your thick coat pockets.

She flushes, from the weather or the embarrassment you are unsure, but she puts her phone away quickly, “Nobody, you nosy cow”

King's Landing Winter Wonderland, Christmas Market and trinket shops, though it's far too early for any of that, it gets the people into the spirit. Stalls line the market square with several of them selling holiday related items as well as food, with an ice rink circling the entirety of the perimeter.

The air smells of mulled wine, cooked meats and the laughter of families and couples alike. With their warm breath creating clouds of white with each exhale.

El has you excitedly tucked into her arm, telling you all about her newest boyfriend, who for all intents and purposes is both hot and a keeper.

Ah, so that’s who she was talking to.

"He's already talking about us moving in together! Before the end of the year" She says excitedly, but her face falls, "but…I don't want to leave you in the lurch paying the rent by yourself".

You scoff, "I won't take you away from good dick because of fucking rent" you smirk, "if you want to, go for it".

She arches her eyebrows in uncertainty, "You sure?"

You pat her gloved hand with yours, "very", you smile, "as long as he doesn't steal you away from me, I want the lowdown".

"Oh you'll get that alright", she laughs.

Having poked your heads into a few stalls, and several sips of mulled wine later, you smirk as El is glued to her phone. Again.

"That your man?" You ask.

She quickly puts it away, biting her lip, "Yup" she replies, "wanna go skating?"

You roll your eyes, "It's not like it's my fucking job, El. Sick of it".

"Oh come on! I won't have to use the kids stabilisers anymore!"

She gives you her wide, puppy-like eyes.

Ones you know you can't refuse.

"Fine" you sigh.

She is far too excited to say that literally a few hours before she was struggling to use her two flippers to stay upright on the rink. Nevermind going backwards.

It’s quite entertaining to see her drag you by the hand excitedly to the ticket gate.

“One ticket for skating, please! Size 5!” she beams at the receptionist, who looks like he’d rather be dead right now.

You furrow your brows, “One? Did you want to go on by yourself and I watch or-”

“Nope! Just you” she grins.

“Me? El, what in seven hells are you on abou-”

She shoves the skates into your hands and practically pushes you past the gate, waving you off, “no questions!”

You don’t even really have time to cuss her out/question the situation, it feels like your brain is in overdrive.

There, either hand leaning against the entrance to the ice rink, where the public are zipping around slowly, laughing, pink in the face, hand in hand, is Aemond. The familiar ribbons of platinum hair that have fallen from the hair tie, now slightly waved from the moisture in the air, sways with the breeze at his shoulders.

He has that slack smirk on his face, his tall broad form leaning on one side, ankles crossed with the low quality skates on, tapping the tip onto the ice.

Even in a heavy looking coat, his hair messily done up and pink cheeks from where the cold had been hitting them, he still looks every bit as handsome as you remembered him.

It makes your heart sigh to see him smile at you with that glimmer in his eye. Blinking slowly and admiringly at you.

"Hey, Princess", he greets warmly.

You almost drop the skates in your hands, the cold wisps of wind making you realise now that your eyes are all wet.

You're sure his name slips out before you crash into his arms, flinging yours around his neck.

He smells just like he used to.

And all those good memories just flood back at once, making that wetness behind your eyes form actual teardrops that line your cheeks.

You feel him laugh a little, one of his big hands on your back, "missed me then?", he prods in a smooth tone.

Fuck. His voice.

You didn't realise you'd missed hearing it so much.

When you pull away, to properly look at his face, he's still smiling, in that classic 'Aemond' way.

You're so engrossed with just looking at him, you nearly flinch when you feel his thumb wipe your under eye softly, wiping the moisture away.

His gaze softens, "don't cry. I don't look that bad, do I?"

Giving a watery laugh, you shake your head, "Just missed you".

His hand is still around your waist, inadvertently pulling you close to him so your hands hover over his chest, "Now, now, don't get all soft on me".

Your cheeks hurt from smiling.

"How?.."

Aemond gestures with his head, "El organised it".

"But…she's-"

"With her new boyfriend, don't worry. It's just us, princess" Aemond smiles, picking up the skates you'd dropped.

"For old time's sake?" He smiles.

And all you can do is blush and smile up at him like a little lovesick teenager.

It feels utterly strange to get back on the ice with Aemond again, even if it is a public one in the middle of a Christmas market. Even more so that he's not flinging you around in all sorts of twists and jumps.

But it feels nice.

Hand in gloved hand, you glide about together, catching up.

Alicent, you learn, has gotten back in touch with her long time friend. Aemond furrows his brows when he recollects that usually she's on facetime with a glass of Dornish Red in one hand and creasing up in front of her iPad at something her friend has said.

Aegon. Well, he's Aegon. Aemond's words, not yours. But he's working on getting a teaching qualification so that he can coach skating instead. It's nice that he was able to find something to use his skills for. Other than womanising.

"Had minor surgery on my nerves…they think it'll do the trick for some years, hopefully forever" he says as you weave on either foot.

"Well that's good" you smile, "does it feel better?"

He nods, "Oh and Hel has a new partner".

You look over quickly, one eyebrow poised, "And? Was I right?"

Smirking, Aemond has to resist the urge to roll his eye, "Yes, you were right".

"Yes! I knew it! I knew she was bi!"

You flush when some families around you look over when you shout it a bit too loud.

Oops.

Aemond tugs you to his side by your waist, humming in a kind of quiet laugh. A comfortable silence descends, just enjoying one another's company.

"I got in", he says suddenly. Stealing your attention again as your feet synchronise in short glides.

"Got in?"

"KLU".

"KLU? Oh my god-" you surge up, his face between your hands, but he doesn't complain, and kiss him fiercely, "Congratulations, Aemond. Oh my gosh, that's-"

You beam with pride.

And you can tell he genuinely loves it, by the way he blushes slightly.

"And" he goes on, his face close to yours, smirking at the confused look on your face.

"And?..."

He licks his lips before he speaks.

"I got a place" he adds, "and was wondering…if you…"

He trails off. And your face settles into realisation. Your heart hammering in your chest, like the engine of an old train.

He shrugs, clearing his throat, “You know, because we basically spent all our time together during the championships…”

You swallow thickly, "Really?..." it comes out weaker than you intended.

He nods, “It’s just out of town, not far from here really” he gestures in the vague direction with his head, the hand that’s resting at your waist dropping somewhat.

Blinking the emotion from your eyes, you swat his chest playfully, “Alright, Mr Moneybags”

He doesn’t laugh, like you expect him to, but he does smile at least. At this point, you seem to have come to a stop, your skates nestled between his to keep you both stable.

His darkened gaze just looks at your face. Studies it.

Like he’s opened a book and is reading through the pages.

When he looks at you like that, you can’t help but feel a flutter deep in your chest. It feels like he is drawing on you softly, like a thousand little butterflies have landed on your face, and are slowly opening and closing their wings.

You shudder when his warm, ungloved thumb brushes against your cheek.

“What?...” you smile at him affectionately.

He hums, a cloud escaping his lips as he speaks, “I’ve missed you”.

All you feel is the ledge of the ice rink press against your lower back and yours and Aemond’s noses brushing against one another as he presses his warm, comforting lips to yours.

He takes his time, moving languidly against your lips with a soft, wet beat, his tongue parting your lips as if he had been waiting all this time to taste you properly.

He tastes just as you remember.

A hint of cigarettes that he’s tried to hide with spearmint.

When you break away, you can’t ignore the warm feeling that blooms in your gut. In all the time you’d spent apart, you forgot how his lips felt on yours, how his hands felt on you, and how his mere presence around you made arousal creep up your thighs.

Gods, it’s been so long.

A blush creeps up your neck to your face, and Aemond smirks.

“Stop that”

Your lower lip catches between your teeth before you reply, “What?”

He leans against the ledge, caging you in with his own body.

“Blushing”

His voice lowers.

“Otherwise I’ll give you something to blush about”

The tension was thick as you and Aemond trudged through the Christmas Market after vacating the ice rink. You tried to lighten it by doing idle things like looking at the homemade ornaments on one stand, to sharing a cup of mulled wine between you, feeling the way the liquid warmed your insides.

That warmth was nothing compared to the way Aemond looked at you.

It reminded you of all those months ago, at the hotel, before the dynamic of your relationship changed. The way he used to stare at you from across the room, in what you wrongly thought at the time was out of disinterest and detest.

How wrong you were.

Shooting off a quick text to El, who you were sure was already back at the flat anyway, enjoying all the ‘assets’ of her new boyfriend, you walk hand in hand with Aemond back to his apartment.

He was very intent on showing you his new place. And your insides fluttered in anticipation, heat crawling up your neck.

His apartment was nice. Not that you expected any less. It was several floors high, showing a good view of King’s Landing and the bright, illuminated Christmas Market in the square below. Even from here, through the tall and wide windows of the living room, you could see the couples zipping around the ice rink, as you both were just a few moments before.

It had that ‘new apartment’ smell, but whenever you brushed past a coat of his or a blanket, it smelled like him. The walls were bare, but you were sure that Aemond would decorate when he was properly settled.

“Is Vhagar going to be coming here?” you ask, cupping the warm mug of tea in your hands as Aemond gives it to you.

“Maybe. She’s quite settled at Mum’s though so…I don’t want to make her anxious”.

You nod, “It’s a nice place”

“Will look even better when you’re here” he smirks, bending down to huff himself onto the sofa, “I’m sure you have better ideas than I do on interior design”.

You simply watch him for a moment, the warmth of his apartment making your previously cold hands feel prickly. Your fingers tap against the ceramic, the sound of Aemond’s playlist rumbling quietly from a speaker in a different room.

Placing the mug on the coffee table, Aemond exhales as your legs rest either side of his torso, moving to sit atop him with your hands stealing beneath his shirt, watching as his pink lips part for breath.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, princess” he murmurs against your lips as he leans up, his large hands squeezing your ass, moulding the flesh to his grip and eliciting a low gasp from your lips.

"Who says it's a game?" You whisper back, teasing him by brushing your lips against his, moving your hips on him and smiling when you feel him harden instantly.

" - fuck - "

You know he hates it, just hates it, when you smirk at how pent up and desperate he gets. But you just can't help it. Not only is it all too easy, it's just too fucking tempting too.

How easily such a large, overbearing and domineering man, can be subdued to a mewling, near-begging mess just by the soft movement of your hips.

"Baby, please -"

Reaching down between your bodies, Aemond outright moans when you palm his erection through his jeans, sitting against his thigh quite obviously. You tease your hand from the base to the tip, squeezing through the denim, seeing the way Aemond almost knits his brows together in barely-contained pleasure.

And any time he tries to reach up, to kiss you properly, you pull back, allowing him to chase you.

"Oh, fuck you-"

You yelp in surprise as Aemond lifts you, keeping your legs around his waist as he pushes his bedroom door open and dropping you onto his mattress. And before you even have a moment to sit up on your elbows, he's on you, kneeing your legs apart and caging you to the bed with his body.

"Can't fucking wait any longer - need you, baby-"

Fuck, even the way he says that has arousal pooling between your legs, the desire to push your thighs together strong, but weakened with Aemond's body keeping them apart.

He's so fast and rough, the way he unbuttons your jeans and pulls the denim down your legs, taking your underwear with it, that you feel for a moment he may have torn something.

He practically fucking growls when he he looks between you, his thumb teasing your clit, finally able to look upon you the way he's wanted to for months.

"Already soaked for me, aren't you?" He coos lowly, teasing your bud in sure, confident circles, before swatting your heat firmly with a wet smack, "such a good fucking slut for me".

You mewl, pressing your lips together, a flush enveloping your face at his words. It's been so long since you were intimate with him, it will take a few moments to get used to it again and fall into that rhythm.

That, and you can't help but flush in embarrassment at the realisation you've not shaved your legs, genuinely not having expected to see him today.

It doesn't seem like Aemond cares.

With a fist over the collar of his shirt, he pulls it over his head, showing his lean and well-muscled torso lit with a warm amber glow from the bedside lamp.

You jolt in surprise as his fingers pull you by your thighs further down the bed, a gasp flying past your lips as his tongue and teeth nip and kiss at the inside of them. The sensation bordering on pain and pleasure at the same time.

"You don't know how long I've waited to taste your sweet pussy, princess"

You have an idea, by the way Aemond mouths at the crease between your thigh and hip. But you don't say it out loud. The anticipation of his mouth so, so close without touching you where you need him most is agonising.

" - fuck - Aemond -"

Your back nearly arches off the bed as he flattens his tongue against your warmth, swirling around your clit first before diving into your folds to feast on you, his fingers digging into your flesh for leverage. The feeling of his grip into your flesh burns pleasantly as he tugs you towards him, your lips parting with hurried pants tumbling out.

Your legs tremble as his low moan vibrates through your core, electricity creeping up your spine as he laps at you with vigour, his sharp nose nudging at your clit as he moves side to side to eventually fuck you with his tongue.

For a split second, you worry if he can actually breathe.

But as your embarrassingly quick orgasm starts barrelling towards you without warning, it somehow gets pushed to the back of your mind, you reach down, threading your fingers through his hair, chanting his name as if it’s all you can say as he groans against your cunt.

His hands hold you down by your thighs, tugging you back to his mouth in soft micro-movements as you shake against him, head thrown back against the pillows with your breath hot in your chest, unable to catch it well enough to form any other sound than moaning unabashedly.

Aemond outright moans as you cum against his tongue, the lewd sound of him licking up everything that comes out makes a heat creep up your neck. But you can’t find it within yourself to be embarrassed. Not when he makes you feel like this.

You can feel the moisture on his face when he takes mercy, drawing his lips away to kiss and nip at the inside of your thighs again, giving one firm bite before he pulls away with a smirk on his face, no doubt happy at the mark he’s left behind.

Your eyes feel heavy as you lift your gaze to him, now perched on his knees as he pops the buttons of his jeans off, the veins on the back of his hand straining, making you feel somewhat lightheaded.

“ - can’t wait to fuck you again - you don’t know how long I’ve wanted be buried inside that pretty little pussy -”

You lick your lips as your mouth goes dry. He always manages to do that. Somehow turn you into a limp, mewling mess in no time at all.

Something you have in common, clearly.

With your heart beating erratically, body throbbing in the afterglow of your orgasm, that feeling is enhanced still when Aemond tugs at his length needily, his shoulders rising and falling with the desire to just stuff himself inside you as deep as he will go.

You can only watch in awe as his fingers wrap around himself, the tip ruddy and desperate, with arousal coating it with every slow and calculated fist. His stomach muscles clench and unclench uncontrollably, his chest muscles moving steadily with each deep breath.

It feels exciting, how utterly small you feel when he leans over you, once again grasping your legs to spread them before him. His long, thick fingers tease your slick folds, before he guides the fat head of his cock to your centre, watching with parted lips at the way your eyebrows furrow in both relief and pleasure as he stretches you around him slowly.

“ - ohfuck - ”, he moans lowly, sinking himself slowly into your warmth and basking in the closeness it offers, “ - fuck, baby, so tight for me -”

Being with him like this again is like sinking into a warm bath, with the rolls of steam batting at your face. And his words are so soft, they’re like dozens of little snowflakes settling on your face in a flurry. All cold and numb, and yet warm and fuzzy at the same time.

It’s completely instinctual, the way you turn your head, slightly embarrassed as Aemond holds either of your legs apart, his pelvis smacking against yours as he eases himself into a steady rhythm.

“ -aw, don’t tell me you’ve gone all shy on me -” he mocks, his eye glimmering with mischief as he looks down at you, “-where’s the needy, little slut I used to know, hm? -”

You gasp as Aemond pushes both hands down, pressing both of your legs towards your shoulders, bending at the knee so that he can kneel higher, using the new position with gravity to fuck down into you faster and rougher.

The new position has you pretzeled before him, completely unable to do anything but throw your head back against the pillows and turn bright red at the wanton, breathy moans that slip out.

“ -Aemond -”

“ - what’s wrong, baby? -” he coos, “ -is this too much for you? Hm? I know you’re more flexible than this -”

Fuck.

Each rough push of his length into you from this angle has the curved head of his cock brush against your sweet spot with devastating precision. With every thrust, the air seems to expel forcefully from your lungs, not helped in part by the fact that Aemond has your legs pressed hard against your ribs.

All you’re able to see through bleary eyes is the way he smirks down at you with his hair stuck to his tacky face, his chest heaving with hurried breath, and every now and then, his neck muscles straining as he tips his head back and groans loudly as you inadvertently squeeze his length when he bullies the end of you.

The air is charged, hot and humid. And you barely register the fact that music is still playing in another room, and that the curtains are pulled back. Though there’s no chance of anyone being able to see you both from how high his apartment is, it still makes your insides tighten that it’s happening so unabashedly with the city right below you.

His hand drifts down your thigh, watching as you squirm beneath him as he presses hard on your stomach, your eyes closing tightly at the feeling of him closing you around his length as it pistons roughly into you. He smiles slightly, almost as if he can feel how deep he reaches inside you.

“ -Oh fuck, baby - can fucking feel you gripping me -” he moans helplessly, leaning over, the sweat on his forehead slightly illuminated by the warm lamp’s light, “-does my girl like being a dirty little slut?”

You barely even register he’s speaking, everything sounding utterly muffled and just too much all at once. His low voice only serves to make that coil wind tighter in your gut, reacting to the way he never lets up his pace once.

You jolt slightly when he taps your cheek twice, a little rougher than you’d anticipated.

“ -I’m fucking talking to you -” he growls, moving his hand from your stomach up to bunch the shirt in his fist, exposing your pebbled nipples to the warmth of the room.

You nod helplessly, “Yes - yes -”

It’s all mindless babbling, and Aemond knows it as he grins, his eye flitting down to watch the way your breasts bounce as he fucks you.

“ -please, Aemond -”

“ -please what, hm? You want to cum, is that it? But you’re too fucked stupid to say it?”

As much as you hate to admit it, his words send a bolt of humiliation through you that does nothing but excite you, your core throbbing around his length with every calculated word he says.

"Aw, poor thing -" he jeers, "- I'm going to have fun with you-"

Wait what?

This isn't said 'fun'?

Oh shit.

Before that familiar coil can wind itself any tighter, Aemond pulls back, grunting as he manhandles your hips to turn you over and his palm cracking against your backside, smirking in victory at the mewl it gets out of you.

The skin there blooms with warmth, more so as Aemond’s tantalisingly hot skin presses against it once more, your lips parting in what can only described as a relieved moan as he slides into you again, his cockhead hitting the spongey end, filling you utterly.

"-Aemo-"

Smack.

"Not my fucking name, Princess. C'mon, you can do it" he purred, pressing his hand against your back, pushing against your spine and forcing your face against the sheets.

A choked moan almost slips out, with him tugging your hips up to him in such a curved position, his cockhead bullies your sweet spot, dragging his length along your sensitive walls, propelling you to an overwhelming orgasm.

"Go on - beg me for it or I won't let you cum-"

The idea of him denying you yet again when you were so close last time just seems utterly unbearable. So despite the humiliation rocking through your core with each harsh smack of his hips, despite the overwhelming heat of the room and most of all, despite your pride.

You do.

"Please - daddy - need it-"

If you could see him, you'd hate it.

Because he grins. Ear to fucking ear like he's wanted to hear it for months.

"Aren't you gonna beg me for permission to touch yourself?"

You suck in a breath, squealing muffled against the sheets as he gives another hard thrust. Clearly, despite appearances, on the verge himself.

"-can I - can I touch myself - please, daddy -"

"-fuck- baby, touch that little clit for me, yeah? - want to feel you cum-"

His voice is strained, pushing you with each thrust further and further against the sheets, your arms near giving out with the weight of him on you. With difficulty, your hand snakes between you and the mattress that constantly dips with how rough Aemond is being, and finds your bud, running the slickness that has collected over it, tying up your pleasure into two feelings.

Aemond’s lips part, staggered breaths the only thing coming out, as he feels your walls flutter around him, looking down at the way your bodies meet with a soft smack every time. You feel so warm and tight, gods he’s wanted to cum since since you started touching him through his jeans.

But now, pulling you by your hips to spear you onto his cock, he’s so so close.

Just wants to feel you first.

“-baby, you’re doing so well for me-” he breathes quickly, his gaze flitting briefly from where he’s pistoning in and out of you, to your sweat slick face, pressed against the sheets, biting your lips harshly as you pleasure yourself in tandem with Aemond’s movements.

As his hand slid down past your hips, his thumb tracing the bottom of your spine, you suck in a harsh breath when he softly grazes over your puckered hole, still fucking shallowly as if to tease you and him into teetering on the edge of a climax.

You're barely able to see behind you, pressed so hard into the sheets, but he looks good fucking you. His chest shines with perspiration, the chain dangling around his neck teasingly, and his abdominal muscles clenching and unclenching with restraint.

And then you see him smile.

"-oh? We've never done this before have we, princess?-"

Oh shit.

After all the exertion of your passion so far, your slick has easily made its way onto your thighs, so Aemond doesn't have to move much to drag some of it on his thumb and circle your hole with light, delicate motions, moistening the area.

Humiliation creeps up onto your face, eyes slipping shut. No guy before has ever really tried to do this. So this is uncharted territory. But despite the brief embarrassment, you have to admit that the feeling of Aemond ever so slightly pressing his thumb against you as he continues to thrust brutally into your cunt just feels new in the most amazing way.

His other hand still grabs the flesh of your ass, tugging you back to his cock in a frantic rhythm. The mewls coming out your mouth now sounding so unlike your own.

Aemond knows by the way your hips move up to meet his touch that you like it, but are too embarrassed to say.

"-how about it, hm? - you want me in both your pretty little fuckholes? -"

"-yes - yes, please daddy, I-"

Making sure his thumb is slick enough, your puckered hole also, he slides in slowly, using the palm of his hand to grasp whatever of your ass cheeks as he can.

You almost hear his choked moan.

"-fuck-, you're so tight here, princess - you gonna let me fuck it one day, hm? - you'd be so fucking good here-"

The batting of his cock against your upper walls has you very nearly sobbing outwardly, combined with the feeling of him in such a new place, pressing in, you'd forgotten you'd stopped pleasuring yourself. Completely embroiled in this feeling.

He chuckles darkly, crooking the digit ever so slightly, leaning over to press against your back "-you'd fucking let me as well, wouldn't you? -"

The curling of his other fingers on the flesh of your backside has him smiling at the sounds it emits from you.

“-did I say stop, hm? Keep touching yourself - cum for me-”

You know that as soon as you do it’s all over.

His voice, combined with all three feelings at once, tugging at that pleasurable spot inside you that has white, hot pleasure soaring through your bloodstream, has a long, choked moan filling the space between you. And you’re surprised to hear that the same sound slips past Aemond’s lips as well, the air of his breath batting against your neck as he tries to bury himself as deep inside you as he possibly can.

You’re trying to suck in breath without really realising it, the earth-shattering orgasm making your body go all rigid for a moment before you relax against the sheets, with the pleasant weight of him above you.

Everything feels warm. His bedroom right now feeling like a large blanket has enveloped you both. It seems a weird thing to think in the moment, with Aemond’s half naked body hunched over you, his cock twitching and pulsing, whimpering as he is still emptying himself inside of you and feeling the aftershocks through your fleshy walls.

All his micro-movements seem overly-sensitive. And when Aemond exhales, lifting himself off your back, lifting your lids to open your eyes feels like the most difficult thing you’ve ever done.

“-sorry-” he whispers cautiously as he pulls his softening cock from you, immediately feeling the warm rush of cum coating your inner thighs.

Warmth blossoms once again to your cheeks as he stays still, and you think he must be staring at the way he leaks from you, sighing in a sort of perverted admiration.

You don’t even have time to open your mouth before his thumb slips out your other hole, only to jolt in shock once it’s immediately replaced by his tongue. All those dulled out endorphins that were dissipating into your limbs feel like they all gather back, and you squeeze your thighs together, fisting the bedsheets so tightly they could’ve torn.

Both of his hands seem to find their home on each asscheek, spreading them so he can easily swirl his talented wet, muscle around your hole, fucking moaning as he does it. All your nerves ring semi-uncomfortably, overstimulation nipping at the edges of the pleasure.

“-fuck, Aemond, no no, please-” you plead, emitting a weary, exhausted laugh when he chuckles and pulls away, landing one softened smack against the flesh.

“-Mm- another time-”

Lethargy pulls at your body as you lay on your front, blinking slowly as you feel the mattress rise, pressing your lips together as Aemond disappears into the en-suite, tucking himself back into his jeans.

A moment later, he comes back with a warm washcloth, offering to clean you up. But you simply smile, pushing yourself to sit up, “I’m good”, you smile, with a flushed face, feeling slightly bashful after what you’d just done together.

One long shower together later, you lay in his bed, looking out at the city beneath, the cascade of brightly coloured lights littering the dark space between buildings. Aemond’s shirt easily reaches to your thighs, with nothing beneath, not having anticipated staying over anywhere today.

Aemond sighs calmly, his chin on the top of your head, pressed against your back, with one of his hands running through the tresses of your hair, every now and then stroking at your scalp, which has your eyes slipping shut at the pleasant feeling.

“Well, princess? Do you like it?” he asks, his voice all soft and tired.

You meet his lilac gaze, tilting your head slightly in question.

“The apartment”.

“It’s perfect”, you smile, reaching up his cheek and running the back of your fingers over it, the scar tissue feeling slightly different in texture over your skin, “you sure you want me to move in?”

He blinks slowly, a smile rising to his lips, his hand coming to yours and pressing a soft, tender kiss to your wrist. And though not directly sexual, it makes your belly do little backflips, feeling so intimate and captivating that warmth floods your skin through his lips.

“Of course, princess. I can't do this without you”.

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[starllita]

Grace Baniran

a coord over the Easter weekend for a meet!

the Grace Baniran SK was on my wishlist for a while, but i never thought i'd find it- but luckily i managed to get it for Christmas! it was my first time wearing it, so i was very excited -w-

ig: @/starllita.egl

i'm not sure if this coord would be considered hime 🤔 i thought maybe hime-oldschool (since oldschool hime would be very different) but i'm not so sure..

i'm very happy with how this coord turned out! i got this bolero specifically to go with this skirt and i think it worked out great! the blouse with the bolero was an experimental choice, but i was super glad for the detachable sleeves in the end because it was wayyy warmer than the forecast originally said

i got a pocket put into this skirt so i could wear Milk-chan instead of a big bag '^ ^ i love Milk-chan too much fhsjsf

i've been thinking about starting to make videos on tiktok, but idrk how to use it T-T same with xhs..

SK: BTSSB - Grace Baniran (2012)

Bolero: BTSSB - Ribbon Heart Pattern (2012)

Blouse: AP - Ribbon Lace (2007)

Bag: BTSSB: Milk-chan Pochette (2015)

KC: BTSSB - Princess Drop (2017)

Shoes: Polestar Ocean

Socks: Roji Roji

Wig: Uniqso

[marleemutt]

TLDR: im a black trans artist who can use some help right now following the sudden passing of my only sister - her doberman is now the responsibility of my parents and we can use help for his food, supplements, toys etc.

Kofi (help me send Chewy orders to my parent's house)

Wishlist (literally send him things like toys, treats, etc.)

⬇️ more info ⬇️

hey guys

some of you might be aware of this already, but early October, my eldest sibling & only sister suddenly passed away due to a seizure, she had been dealing with epilepsy her whole life.

this has been incredibly difficult for me, and my family. her passing was incredibly sudden, she was only 30.

for the past month or so ive been struggling to find any motivation to draw, and barely able to work.

she was the incredibly devoted owner of a doberman named Remi(Ramsey). Me and my sister traveled 4 hours to pick him up three years ago. He's a goofball who tears up socks and needs constant supervision. My parents love him, but I can tell he is a lot of work for two people who have fulltime jobs and have lived long lives.

I'm going to try to help them take care of him as much as possible, I feel that it's the least we can do to honor my sister's memory, since she loved him so deeply.

My sister always wanted a doberman, for years she would watch videos about dobermans and talk about them to anyone who would listen.

Remi wasn't easy to raise - I shared a room with my sister when she got him in 2020, she still worked a 9-5, five days a week, so I was his nanny for most of his difficult childhood. I was his chew toy for the first year of his life about - but that only made him bond closer to me. If he wasn't following my sister, I was choice #2. Dobermans are "velcro dogs", they were bred to guard their owners, and because of this, they are fiercely loyal. I've been moved out of my parent's place for going on 3 years, and my sister had just moved with Remi out a few months prior to her passing.

A week before my sister's sudden passing, we had to board Remi at my dog daycare job while my family and I took a trip out of state. When dropping him off, although he was happy to see me again for the first time in months, the moment my sister turned her back to him he began to panic. He got through the boarding all right but my coworkers told me he would cry and wait by the door for me or her. When my sister picked him up, they said he jumped all 80+lbs into her arms.

Since my sister's passing, Remi has been directionless. He's with my family, people he trusts, but he's bored, confused, and heartbroken. My sister would often take him to the dog park, social events, on runs, etc. but my parent's can't do that in their age. If my apartment allowed large dogs, I would take him, but I can't, and I see him maybe twice a month if possible.

Ramsey's Christmas List

I made a christmas list for him of things that might help my parents better take care of him. We're trying different food brands out because he struggles with frequent stomach issues, and we can't seem to figure out what food my sister was feeding him. This list is by no means a necessity for him, but I tried to add things to help with his boredom and keep him stimulated when my parents can't give him all their attention.

i do want to state that my family is capable of providing him with the essentials to live, we arent irresponsible. i would just like to help my parents out since a 3 year old 80-90lb doberman is a lot of work to be suddenly placed on them soley. And I worry for his health and well-being sometimes - Remi has a tendency to eat/tear random objects when he's bored.

please consider donating whatever you can. Everything goes directly to him.

thank you for taking the time to read this, and possibly reblog if possible. ❤️

[xiayannie]

𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 23𝐑𝐃 — 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘰𝘢

↳ scaramouche & xiao (separate) × gn! reader

content: fluff, crack ? | 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

small christmas scenarios with the two

↟ 𝙎𝘾𝘼𝙍𝘼𝙈𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃𝙀

hates the idea, but goes along with your shenanigans because it's "christmas" and it makes you happy

he secretly enjoys it

"can't believe I'm wearing this hideous thing." SCARAMOUCHE scowled, staring down at the ugly sweater in disdain.

you merely rolled your eyes, dragging him by the arm to the kitchen. a cup was thrusted into his face, which he took skeptically.

"what? you've never had hot cocoa?"

"I've never been a fan of anything sweet." he retorted, staring at the assortment of sweet add-ons from the so-called 'hot cocoa bar'.

a small realization flashed on your face before you went to rustle in the cabinets, pulling out a newer container.

"I got some dark cocoa the other day, maybe you'll like this better." you hummed, handing him the instant cocoa powder.

SCARAMOUCHE hesitated a bit, but he scooped some of the powder into his cup of hot milk before stirring. your expectant eyes made him feel a bit pressured as he took a sip, expecting the worst.

to his dismay, it wasn't as bad as he thought it would be.

"...it's okay." SCARAMOUCHE murmured out quietly, watching as you beamed at him.

"that's good!"

"how about we go put on a movie?"

SCARAMOUCHE throughout the movie kept refilling his cup of hot cocoa, which you noticed, but didn't say anything about until the both of you got drowsy on the couch after the movie.

"...how many cups of cocoa did you have, scara?"

to which he would remain silent for a bit, his cheeks flushing the slightest bit of red as he avoided replying, trying to come up with any excuse he could.

"I was a bit thirsty."

"yeah, sure. and you must be a bit cold." you snickered at him, eyeing up his decked out christmas attire; reindeer socks, plaid pants, and ugly cat sweater.

needless to say, SCARAMOUCHE was not going to live it down. especially since he got caught humming along to mariah carey's "all I want for christmas" despite talking shit about christmas music earlier.

↟ 𝙓𝙄𝘼𝙊

doesn't get the whole point of making gingerbread houses (to not really eat them) but he tries it for the sake of seeing you smile

doesn't like Christmas much, but he enjoys spending time with you

the two of you spent the afternoon making gingerbread houses, and the difference between the two were as clear as day and night.

XIAO's gingerbread house was collapsing in as you stared and compared it to your averagely decent looking one. his face was calm as he continued to frost his roof, but the weight of the sweet frosting was contributing more to the downfall of his house.

"xiao..." you tried to stifle a laugh, aware of how seriously he took the activity, as well as how hard he worked on it. "...good job, my love."

"thank you." XIAO replied, putting down the icing bag to dust off his fingers. his expression was stoic as usual, but his eyebrows gave you the impression that he was proud of his work.

you put a gumdrop up to his mouth, to which he obediently opened his mouth and ate. XIAO's face scrunched up a bit, but he swallowed it silently. you pulled him in for a sweet hug, melting into his side as you laughed.

"...these sweets aren't to my liking." he murmured, staring at the abomination of sugar before him.

"well, good thing we won't be eating them." XIAO's brow furrowed in confusion at what you said.

"what's the point of making it, then?"

"they're just for decoration usually."

XIAO was dumbfounded, but he nodded and decided to brush it off, instead focusing on helping you clean up.

the night ended off with cuddling, sweet whispers and quiet giggles exchanged between the two of you.

"did you enjoy building gingerbread houses together, xiao?"

he nodded, bringing his hand up to lightly stroke your cheek.

"I do not get the whole point of making them, only to use them as decoration, but...I'd enjoy anything as long as I'm doing it with you."

slap!

you giggled like a school girl, lightly hitting him on the shoulder. "such a smooth talker, who taught you to say such sweet and cheesy lines?"

"... it doesn't even compare to that gumdrop you fed me earlier." he scoffed, but a small smile graced his lips as he stared at you.

"but I'd eat as many gumdrops that you'd feed me if that means I get to see you beam at me in return."

XIAO didn't care for christmas. but he now does, because it means that he gets to spend more time with you, no matter how dumb or stupid he thinks the activity is.

[fourmoony]

hii so i was thinking could you write smth with james getting flowers for the first time from reader? it would be soo cute

hi lovely! thanks for requesting.

james x reader fluff | 711

James' shoes are haphazardly abandoned beneath the coatrack when you push your way through the door.

You're holding two bags in each hand, the crinkling of them loud in your ears as you struggle to move through the door way. The coat rack wobbles when one of the bags catches a coat that's been thrown over the top and you let out an exasperated swear under your breath. James rounds the corner with curious eyes, already changed out of his work clothes despite having only been home for what you know to be twenty minutes. He looks cozy in his Christmas pyjamas, socks pulled up with the bottoms tucked into them.

He smiles bright when your eyes meet his and steps forwards to take two of the bags from your hands. You hand them over gratefully, smiling to yourself when his lips press to your head in greeting.

"Hi, lovey," He murmurs, pulling away to make for the kitchen.

You follow, hot on his heels, chasing the scent of his boyish body wash and the warmth of his heart. "Hi. How was your day?"

James sets his bags on the kitchen island and you follow suit, "It was good. Got lunch with Sirius. He sends his love."

"No Remus?" You ask as you fall into a practiced routine of putting away the shopping, together.

It's domesticity at it's finest and you love every minute of it. James has a way of making the smallest things mean the world. With him, things like changing bed sheets or folding laundry isn't so boring. Simply because he's there, soft voiced and willing to help.

He squeezes your hip as he passes, headed to put the milk in the fridge, "Nah, he's got a deadline to meet next week, probably won't crawl out of his hole until after."

You make a mental note to check in on him through the week, even just to tidy up around him while he works, make him a meal that has more nutritional value than a Tesco microwave meal or a kebab. "I hope he's feeling more inspired than last week. Marlene said he was staring at the wall for over an hour when she went round to drop off the shortbread Mary made."

James hums in agreement, rustling around in the second bag. Cellophane crackles and your boyfriend makes a questioning noise - "Lovey, why didn't you tell me your flowers were dying, I only bought them last week."

You turn from where you're trying to stuff a bag of oven chips into the overly stuffed freezer drawer, eyebrows drawn together because your flowers aren't dying so why is James saying that they are? His eyebrows are furrowed, too, and he's standing with a bunch of bright yellow sun flowers in his hand. You smile, "They're for you, silly. Not me."

As if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

It only makes James more confused. "Why?"

Well, for starters, they're big and beautiful, and remind you of a summer's day - same as James. Secondly, he'd said only last week that his mum had grown them in her garden when he was a young boy and he missed the sight dearly. You tell him this and watch as his big hazel eyes turn soft, the hand that isn't cradling the bunch of flowers reaching out for you.

You crowd his space, happy to be so close to him, all cozy and warm and smelling so handsome. The tops of his cheeks are pink and he's smiling so wide it makes your heart melt. He looks almost bashful.

"I've never had someone buy me flowers before." He says it so quietly you're not sure if you were even supposed to hear.

"Well," You press your lips to the underside of his jaw, "Now you have."

He smiles even wider, presses his lips to yours and you feel the familiar warmth spread through your body at his touch. His fingers brush along your waist line, eyes on his bright bunch of sun flowers.

"Thanks, baby."

His smile is sweet and sticky like honey, a familiar feeling in your chest, and all you want to do is kiss him again. So you do. He welcomes it.

"You're welcome, Jamie."

[emeritusemeritus]

Could I request a Fred Weasley x reader where they’re at the burrow and it’s just like tooth rotting fluff?? Like domestic and cute and I want to claw out my own eyeballs, ya know?

My love, I can certainly do Fred fluff for you! 🖤

Warnings: None? Tooth rotting fluff and happy families. Banter and teasing with George. A whole lot of love from Fred.

Word count: 943

Give you everything.

The Burrow was the pinnacle of comfort in your mind. The sight, the textures, the smells, everything about it was warm and homely. Everything in the Burrow was a culmination of thrift and creation, table cloths made from old curtains, cushion covers from a gifted bedspread, home knitted clothes and a weird and wonderful collection of odd and non-matching china that only added to the unique and homely feel. Each corner, scuff on the floor, mark on the door frames had a story, a history and was well loved and tended to.

Your favourite piece in the entire Burrow was a soft blanket in the twins room, a complete mismatch of fabric that had been quilted together with the softest lining you'd ever felt. It was cozy, warm and smelt like home. Molly had very kindly gifted you a replica one year for Christmas that you'd fallen in love with and been abundantly thankful for, tears welling in your eyes as you threw your arms around her on pure appreciation. But nothing compared to the original, the scent of Fred imprinted into the blanket. The memory of cuddling under the blanket as you watched the rain fall on the wooden window, completely at peace with Fred arms holding you tight was almost imprinted onto the blanket itself, the reason why the new one just couldn't compare.

"Are you leaving that blanket any time this week?" George says with a smirk, stepping into his room and throwing himself down on the opposite bed whilst you snuggled into Fred's with the blanket.

"Nope," you replied with a grin, "I want to be buried in this blanket."

"Reckon it's had more cuddles that me this entire week," Fred says from the doorway, a smirk on his face as he watches in on you and George.

"Oh shove off," you say with a roll of your eyes; reaching out with your sock covered toes to try and playfully jab him.

"That's a bloody lie, you've both been joined at the hip since you got here," George snarks playfully, "it's actually quite disgusting."

"Aww no need to be jealous Georgie, you'll have him all to yourself again soon," you tease, earning a pillow thrown in your direction that makes you all chuckle. You burst out laughing when Fred suddenly lunges at George trying to hug him as he squirms trying to get away from his slightly older brother.

"If you wanted a cuddle Georgie you just had to ask."

"Shove off," he says, trying to sound out out but the smile on his face says otherwise.

"Or was it her you wanted to cuddle?" Fred adds, gesturing to you with a nod of his head, as he throws himself backwards onto the bed, falling in your lap. "I'm used to sharing mate but even I've got boundaries."

"Gits, both of you," George says, trying to hide him smirk as you both laugh. Fred's hand immediately reaches out for you, holding your leg through the blanket as your hand finds its way into his hair, stroking and messing the soft strands.

"Dinners ready!" You hear Molly call from down the stairs and mere seconds later George is up off the bed and running down the stairs before Fred has even moved a muscle.

"Come on you great oaf I'm starving," you say with a chuckle, trying to push him off you as he resists, dead weighting on top of you.

"So rude princess," he says with a smirk, slowly getting up from your lap, reaching for your hand and pulling you up.

Settling down at the dinner table with six of the Weasleys, each of you served up with a massive portion of home cooked food, you never wanted to leave. Ron and Ginny were arguing about some quidditch non-issue, George and Fred were whispering amongst themselves about an idea they'd had for their growing business, Molly was busy fussing about the kitchen as Arthur tried to sneakily read the daily prophet under the table without his wife seeing. It was chaos in the most wonderful way. You wanted this forever, wanted this for yourself. You looked at Fred, hoping that one day you'd be able to have all of this with him; a Weasley in your own right, your own personal branch of Weasley's all with red hair and big smiles like their dad.

"Y/n dear, you don't have to help," Molly says with a smile as you start clearing away and helping, wanting to pull your weight.

Fred appears behind you, linking his arms around your waist as you stand scrubbing the pots from dinner, the rest of the family having dispersed for the evening. He leans down, kisses your head and rests his chin on your shoulder as he begins pressing little kisses to the side of your neck making you squirm and laugh from the ticklish sensation.

"Caught you staring at me earlier princess, nice thoughts?”

You can almost hear the smirk on his face as his nose ghosts over your ear and hair, snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“I want this, in our future, all of this,” you say with a smile on your face. He slowly turns you around, placing a large hand on your hip as you reach fir the tea towel and dry your hands before slinging your arms around his neck, body pressed between him and the counter.

The smile on his face is your favourite sight, the smile reserved only for you. Both drunk on love and each other, you share a tender kiss.

“I’ll give you everything sweetheart, all of this and more.”

[lalacliffthorne]

cold moody days before christmas mean candles and gingerbread. 🎀

(bc christmas is right around the corner and I rlly need some cozy wholesomeness. preferably with these boys. and a cuddle. aaaannnddd yeah that's pretty much it.)

Shivering softly, I pulled up my shoulders, pressing my nose against the kitchen window. The glass was ice cold, my forehead bumping against the wreath hanging from the frame as I stared at the sky, dark and grey even though It was barely before noon. It had been chucking down since last night, a disgusting mix of sticky snow and big cold drops that splattered against the windows and froze slightly on the pavement because of the cold.

The candles on the kitchen table flickered, and I wiggled my toes in my thick fluffy socks with another shiver before turning around, picking up the big bowl I had pulled from the cabinet in passing.

The front door opened as I started pouring flour into the bowl, nose scrunched in focus. The sound was followed by a deep voice cursing lowly, and barely holding back a snorted giggle, I looked over my shoulder, just in time to see Cassian appear in the doorway, completely soaked from head to toe.

"See that?" Widening his arms exasperatedly, he raised his brows. "I showered at the gym. I should've skipped that. I got sopping wet just getting from the car to the front door. This isn't Christmas weather, it's bullshit!"

I barely held back a giggle, sending him a wide grin. "Hi Cass, good to see you too-"

Glowering, Cassian trudged over, dropping his head, and with a grin, I stretched to press a kiss onto offered cheek.

"Hi,", Cass grumbled, looking a bit less cross when he straightened up again and furrowed his brows at the bowl and scale in front of me. "Fuck, please tell me you're baking something."

I grinned softly.

"Yup. I thought making gingerbread at least once seems obligatory this time of year." I blinked and squinted at my phone that was propped against the toaster. "I've never tried this recipe before, but it looks promising." I shrugged and picked up the flour again.

"Need help?" Cass raised a strand of his soaking wet hair that was dangling in front of his face and glared at it.

"Uhm,", I scrunched my brows, "yeah, sure. You could help start measuring everything? You,", I snorted softly, "might want to change first though." I grinned at the puddle slowly forming around him, and cursing softly, Cassian quickly turned around.

About half hour later, after Cassian had changed into dry sweats and a t-shirt and had his half dried hair pulled back haphazardly, we were moving around the kitchen, bumping elbows and snickering. The dough was almost ready, courtesy of well practiced team work, and Cassian kept bumping his hip into my side, barking laughter whenever I smacked him with a towel.

"Stop that." Huffing, I threw the used dough hooks to the side.

"Sorry." Cassian sent me a toothy grin that could not have looked any less apologetic even if he'd tried.

Grumbling softly, I pushed the big bowl with batter into his arms. "Hold this, we're gonna have to knead it before it can chill."

"Yes, ma'am." Smirking when I glowered at him, Cassian blew a strand of hair out his face.

It took whining from my side when Cass tried to eat the batter and us changing places half way through, Cassian taking over the kneading, winking when I caught myself staring at his arms, until the dough was back in the bowl and in the fridge to chill. Cass put on the kettle as I started to fill the dishwasher.

"So,", he leaned his hip against the counter and arched a brow at me, "any reason you're in the kitchen, baking at 11 am on a Wednesday?"

I blinked before raising my head to crunch my brows at him. "It's cold and grey; that not reason enough?"

Cassian grinned lightly, his warm eyes twinkling when he pointed one of the dough hooks at me.

"Technically, yes. But you're also still in your pyjamas, Rhys isn't around and you're not listening to christmas music, at least that,", he pointed over his shoulder towards the speakers, "is a bit mellow."

I huffed. "So?" I pouted a little, squeezing a bowl into the upper drawer of the dishwasher as I grumbled: "Maybe I just needed some calm."

Cassian's lips curved as he watched me. Then he gently nudged my shin with his foot. "You okay, sweets?"

Breathing out, I straightened, the smell of the candles mixing with the scent of spices as I felt the warmth in my cheeks from the heater, and slowly, my lips rose as I felt the steady thrum in my chest.

"Yeah." I exhaled softly again, blinking. "I just really need a slow, calm day."

Cassian slowly smiled, his cheek creasing and the scar on his face shifting.

Dropping the dough hook carelessly into the dishwasher, he moved past it, and I just managed to widen my eyes a little, then I was pulled into a warm, ribcrushing hug.

Dramatically freezing in place, I wheezed softly.

"Hrrghhh..."

Cassian's chest vibrated when he laughed, deep and rumbling, his arms wrapping tighter around me as he dropped his head and pressed a series of exaggerated kissed onto my cheek until I crunched my nose and squeezed one eye shut.

"Okay, yep -" I broke off with a soft squeak when Cassian lifted me off my feet and squeezed me tightly. He wiggled me around until my feet swayed through the air and I couldn´t hold back the giggles bubbling in my throat.

Finally giving up, I relaxed into his hold, and Cass chuckled. Then he dropped me back onto my feet and straightened up, sending me a wink.

"Slow day it is."

When the door in the hall opened again, Cassian and I were bickering about the best way to get the dough from the counter onto the baking tray. The first batch was already in the oven and the flat smelled like spices and sweet dough as rain still pelted against the windows. Cassian's shirt was doused in flour and I had a streak of it on my cheek, my elbow wrestling with Cassian's as I craned my neck just in time to see a sopping wet Rhys appear in the door, glaring.

"Hi." I sent him a wide smile as Cassian behind me saluted sarcastically in greeting and flicked some flour at me.

If possible, Rhys' glare deepend. Then, with nothing more than a huff, he turned around.

Five minutes later, he appeared back in the doorway, wearing dry sweats and a t-shirt and rubbing his hair with a towel. I turned to look at him over my shoulder while kicking Cassian's shin, trying to push against his side. "Want some hot chocolate?"

Rhys grunted, and I wrestled myself half past Cassian, hanging under his arm to reach for the small steaming pot on the stove. I felt his chest vibrate as he chuckled, holding me upright until I had straightened again. Wiping my sticky hand on Cassian's t-shirt and ducking with a grin to avoid his flour covered fingers trying to flick my forehead, I poured some sweet smelling hot chocolate into a mug. "Do you want mini marshmallows?"

Rhy dropped the towel over the back of a chair and made a grumbled sound I interpreted as a Yes. When I raised my head, he appeared beside me, and the scowl on his face smoothed over a little when he took the mug I handed him, dropping his head to press a kiss onto my hair. "Thanks."

"Mhm." I grinned up at him and patted his cheek, leaving a white, sticky handprint. Cassian behind me cracked up, and Rhys narrowed his eyes at me in a glower.

I slowly beamed, and Rhys huffed, a grin fighting its way onto his face as his nearly violet eyes began to twinkle just a little. Then he sniffed and raised his brows.

"Fuck, that smells good." He crouched down to breathe in the scent wafting from the oven and immediately groaned softly. "Darling, I think I might have to step down from being responsible for the kitchen."

"Keep dreaming,", I grumbled drily, causing Cassian to snort.

Leaning past him, I raised my brows at Rhys. "Wanna help?"

Pushing himself up, Rhys sighed deeply, but his eyes twinkled when he rolled them dramatically towards the ceiling. "Fine..."

"No, no, no, careful -" I winced when Cassian nearly drowned his gingerbread star in icing.

The last batches of gingerbread cookies were cooling on the counters. Bowls with differently colored icings and toppings were scattered over the big dining table, and Cassian and Rhys were sitting opposite of me, Rhys' chair backwards as both leaned over plates full of gingerbread cookies, little piping bags dwarfed by their hands as they (more or less carefully) iced the cookies. I was perched on the couch, carefully decorating my own cookies. The whole flat smelled like gingerbread, the candles flickered and outside, the sky was grey.

The front door fell shut, and when I raised my head, my heart rose into my throat.

Azriel stood in the door, soaked to the bone, his wet skin shimmering in the warm light, drops of water running over his cheekbones. A few clung to the dark strands of hair curving over his forehead, and suddenly, something was twitching and pulsing in my stomach, my throat dry when my gaze followed a droplet of rain running over the curve of his throat. Then I blinked and quickly tore my eyes up, and my heart caught in my throat when they clashed with golden amber ones.

Azriel's gaze narrowed in, and little by little, one corner of his lips curved upwards as he slowly leaned his shoulder against the doorframe. My breath hitched, and I felt a warm flutter slowly rising in my chest.

"Hey!"

I blinked and tore my eyes away from Azriel's, and Cassian looked over his shoulder, sending him a wide smirk. "Got wet?"

Azriel stared at him as water trickled over his face, then he pushed off the doorframe and turned around wordlessly.

A few minutes later, he returned, his hair messy and damp, wearing grey joggers and a black shirt that clung to his shoulders, causing something to dip in my stomach. Rhys and Cassian had gone back to bickering, bumping elbows, but when he picked up a mug and poured himself the rest of the hot chocolate, Cass looked over his shoulder.

"C'mon, dude, we need help."

"Speak for yourself,", Rhys mumbled, brows crunched in focus. The next second, he yelped, icing splattering everywhere after Cassian had bumped his elbow into his ribs.

The two started bickering loudly, kicking each others shins, and the cushions next to me dipped, a wave of cedar cologne and chilled air washing over me, causing something in my chest to rise.

My gaze darted up, and Azriel slid into the space behind me, his warm chest pressing into my back as one of his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me half back into his lap so I didn't slide off the couch.

My heart pulsed as something fluttering and giddy rose under my ribs, and I turned my head, feeling my breath catch in my throat when my gaze flickered over Azriel's face right next to mine, his amused twinkling eyes on the two idiots on the other side of the table. My eyes darted over his profile, the sharp line of his nose and soft lips that twitched lightly. Then his low, deep voice vibrated through me, causing me to blink and my heart to stumble.

"Think we can sell them or something?"

A snorted giggle left me, and Azriel slid his free arm over my shoulder and down my chest, dragging me backwards into his body before burying his nose in the crook of my neck.

My heart rose against my ribs, a small sound leaving me as I buried back into him, and Azriel's lips curved against my skin. His warm breath fanned over my skin when he nudged his nose lightly against my neck, then he dragged it up over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake and my heart swerving.

"Oi."

A piece of gingerbread hit my forehead; I jumped softly and raised my eyes quickly, and Azriel turned his gaze ahead to glare at Rhys and Cassian who were smirking at us.

"Are you two gonna go make out or help?" Cassian's grin was shit-eating.

Azriel deadpanned, and snorting a soft giggle, I bumped my elbow into his chest, leaning forward. "C'mon, or we'll still be here tomorrow."

"Cass eats the ones left before that." Azriel took the piping back and small gingerbread house I handed him, the gold specks in his eyes twinkling, and the corner of his lips tipped upwards when Cass snorted and flipped him off.

Taking another gingerbread cookie, I started to carefully pipe icing onto it, Rhys and Cass going back to bumping against each other and playfully grumbling, and Azriel shifted, boxing me in between his thighs as he leaned against the backrest and carefully began icing the gingerbread. Music hummed from the speakers as rain splattered against the windows and the bickering turned from icing to what movie to watch once we were done, the smell of gingerbread mixing with Azriel's scent, and something warm pulsed under my ribs as my lips curved upwards slowly into a beaming smile.

@azrielshadows1nger @waytoomanyteenagefeels @secret-ly-here @knmendiola @luvmoo @azriels-mate2 @bookishbroadwaybish @maybe-a-winchester @stayinglow-exploringworlds @harrystylesfan2686 @icey--stars @ssmay123

[honey-riley]

Love You To Death || S.R. || 6 || Sparks

WARNINGS: drunk smut

wc: 2.0k

A/N: Hi guys :)) sorry for the late update as always. Life has just been rough recently, and I moved, and I've been all over the place. Thank you for your patience! I was stoned when I wrote this, so if there are any mistakes, let me know lmao.

5 || 6 || 7

Distancing himself was a little rough, but he eventually settled. Christmas was coming up within the next two weeks, so that meant that the Hamburg Christmas Markets were opened up around the city, so Simon took Honey out to go walk around. She needed to get out of the house, and he wanted to take care of her. Make sure that she was okay. He stood next to her with his black surgical mask on, a black Carhartt jacket, and a simple pair of blue jeans. Honey looked so tiny compared to him, only coming up to about his pecs. She was wearing a pair of black leggings, a white turtleneck, a green corduroy jacket that matched her emerald eyes, as well as a pair of Doc Martins. Honey’s hair was thrown into a messy bun on the back of her head, with a few face-framing pieces out.

His hands itched with the need to wrap his arm around her shoulder or hold her hand, but he held himself back. She had boundaries; he would respect them. They walked in silence, taking in the sights, sounds, and scents of Hamburg. He glanced down at her, making sure that she was okay before scanning the area. When he looked back down at her, she was gone. He immediately stopped in his tracks. “Honey?” He said, glancing around, looking for her, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Honey?” He repeated a little louder, his breath catching in his throat as he looked around for her. His palms started to itch and sweat, his eyes racing as he searched the crowd for her. She shouldn’t be so hard to find, but she was so damn short that she was impossible to see over everyone else.

“Fuckin’ hell.” He murmured as he finally spotted her. She was talking with a few other people, so he came up behind her. “Honey.” He said softly, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Wer ist das? (Who is that?)" One of the women she was talking to asked. "Das ist Simon. Er ist mein Leutnant. (That’s Simon. He’s my Lieutenant)" Honey said softly, looking back at him. “Scared me to death, Hon. Need to tell me next time, preferably before you leave.” Simon grumbled, squeezing her shoulder before letting his hand drop to his side. “Hello.” One of the younger girls said softly, she was around 9 years old. Simon gave her a small smile and a nod, his eyes crinkling in the corners. 

“You speak English?” Simon said softly. “A lot of younger kids do. They teach it here.” Honey smiled, looking up at him. 

“Learn somethin’ new every day, eh?” Simon said under his breath. "Na gut, wir gehen jetzt besser. Es war schön, euch drei zu sehen. (Alright, we better get going. It was nice seeing you three.)" Honey smiled, giving them a wave before leaving with Simon. They finished up their Christmas shopping, and by the end of the night, they were both hammered. They were in the back of a taxi. Simon was starting to get touchy, and Honey wasn’t fighting it. She glanced down at the hand that rested on her thigh, a lopsided smile finding her face. Once they got back to Honey’s home, Simon picked her up from under her armpits, pinning her to the wall. Their lips smashed together, her hands threaded into his hair. He had dropped his mask somewhere on the porch or in the hallway—either way, he didn’t care. His hands moved from her armpits to her ass, cupping it as their tongues danced. “Mmm.” She hummed against his lips, making him let out a deep growl in response. Taking her off of the wall, he brought her into her bedroom, laying her on her bed. Her legs wrapped around his waist, making him chuckle against her lips. “Needy little bunny, hm?” He murmured, stepping back to take his jacket off. He gently took Honey’s Doc Martins off, kneeling down to take her socks off as well. He pressed a soft kiss to the arch of her foot, making her squirm. “Tickles.” She giggled, making him gain a lopsided grin. She looked down at him, admiring his face. This was really only one of the few times that she had seen his full face. But right now, he was more handsome than ever. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol, or the fact that he was worshiping her, but it was something. His hands slowly slid up her body, till they reached the waistband of her leggings. He slowly slid them down, taking her thong with him. 

“Such a pretty bunny.” He mumbled against her ankle as he began kissing his way up. Honey’s back arched in anticipation, her thighs quivering as he got closer to her sweet cunt. But, just before he got there, he skipped over it, making her let out a disappointed groan. He kissed her hips, his hand moving to take her jacket off. She let it slip from under her, and his hands went under her turtleneck to unclasp her bra. 

"Fick mich doch. (Fuck me already.)" She whined, making him chuckle. He shook his head, taking her turtleneck and her bra off. “Patience.” He murmured, licking a stripe from her navel up to between her breasts. He blew cold air on the line, making her shiver. He grabbed a handful of one of her tits, looking up at her. “Evil.” She murmured, her eyes closing.

He smiled, his tongue flicking against her nipple. Goosebumps raised on her skin, her hands finding his hair. His mouth locked around her nipple, sucking and nipping at it. “Simon.” She moaned softly, making him grin. His cock ached at the sound of her moaning his name. This was the moment he had been dreaming about. 

“Yes, sweet girl?” 

“Fuck me, please. I can’t take it. Do something.” She begged, her body writhing as she ached with need. He decided that since they were drunk and twice as sensitive, she couldn’t handle being teased. So, he finally gave in, dipping his head between her legs. 

He licked a stripe up her slit, letting out a groan at her taste. 

“Fuckin’ hell, bunny. Taste so good.” He murmured, going in for more. Honey moaned, her brow furrowing as her hips rolled against his tongue. He sucked her clit into his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored her taste. 

“Can’t wait to have this pretty pussy wrapped around me.” He murmured to himself, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine as he thought about it. 

“Please, Simon.” She begged. 

“Nuh-uh. I’d be a bloody fool to not make you cum on my tongue first.” He growled, gripping her thighs. He pulled her closer, pressing her knees to her chest. "Ja! Oh mein Gott. (Yes! Oh my god.)" Honey whimpered, her back arching. His sharp, brown eyes looked up at her, his pupils blown wide. His hands gripped at her thighs, just behind her knees. His tongue swirled around her clit, and he shook his head a few times, making her gasp. “Yeah? You like that, huh, bunny?” He grinned, doing it again. She let out a sob, her eyes rolling back for a moment. “Simon. Oh god. Going to make me cum.” She gasped, her German accent growing thicker. He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her thigh. 

“Oh yeah? Gonna cum for me, huh?” He smiled, licking a long stripe from her entrance to her clit before shaking his head again. 

Honey’s toes curled, her eyes rolled back, and she let out the cutest little whimper in the world. He continued shaking his head, his hands gripping her thighs tightly. Once her body relaxed, he slowly pulled away, moving up her body with a big grin. They were both still so incredibly drunk. 

Honey panted hard, her arms wrapping around his neck, trying to catch her breath. “Deep breath, Hon.” He whispered, gently rubbing her shoulders. She took a few deep breaths, and they eventually steadied. “Are you ready?” He murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek. She nodded, looking up at him. “Words, bunny.” He added, running a hand through her hair. “Ready.” She said softly. He kissed her on the cheek one more time, before putting a little bit of lube on the tip of his cock. He spread it out evenly before slowly sliding in. Honey’s eyes went wide, her jaw dropping, and he stopped. 

“Are you okay?” He whispered. 

“F-Fuck.” She whimpered, her nails digging into his shoulders. He stayed there, not moving, letting her adjust. It was uncomfortable; he was pretty big and girthy as well. She wasn’t expecting him to be that thick. He pressed gentle kisses to her collarbone while he waited, trying to get her to relax. “Good girl, Honey.” He mumbled against her skin, moving to press his forehead against his. He watched her eyes as he slowly pressed in more, his hands resting under her shoulders, holding onto her. "Dein Schwanz ist so groß. Oh mein Gott. ("Your cock is so big. Oh my God.)" Honey whined, looking up at him. “I know, baby. I’ll be gentle.” He whispered, gently rubbing her shoulders. One of his hands moved down to sit behind her knee, on her thigh, pressing it up to her chest again. He started moving slowly, making her soft moans fill the otherwise silent air. “Take it, bunny. Let me in.” He muttered, starting to gain speed. Honey’s eyes were wide as she held onto him, letting out desperate whimpers and moans. He sat back on his knees, moving her other leg to the same position, allowing him deeper. “O-Oh fuck.” She gasped, looking up at him. He let out a soft moan, his jaw falling slack. “Such a good bunny. Holy fuck.” He groaned, letting his head fall back. “So tight f’me, so wet. Oh god.” He growled, closing his eyes for a moment. He couldn’t help but speed up, making Honey’s moans tumble out of her mouth. “Ah, Simon!” She moaned, her eyes heavy with pleasure. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire, but in the best way possible. Her eyes rolled back slightly, her mouth hanging wide open. “Fuuuuuck.” She whined, her toes curling as her body started to get worked up. “C’mon, bunny. Keep goin’, you can take it.” Simon mumbled, fucking her harder. Honey’s head fell back, her back arching slightly. “God, fuck- Oh shit.” Simon gasped at the change of angle. His grip on her thighs tightened, sure to leave bruises of his fingertips. He moved her ankles so that they were resting on his shoulders, his arms wrapped around her legs.

She was so tiny that her ankles barely reached his shoulders, but at this point, he didn’t care. All he could think about was this tight, wet cunt that he had the pleasure of fucking. And though he was drunk, he was going to do it right.  One of his hands moved down to her belly, pressing just below her belly button. Her body immediately curled in on itself, her eyes shooting wide open.

“FUCK!” She sobbed loudly, her thighs clenching.

“C’mon, bunny. Cum f’me. Cum all over this cock.” Simon growled, making sure not to change a single thing for her. He felt her walls tightly squeeze his cock and watched as her eyes rolled back, watching as her hands gripped the sheets. Simon let out a groan, his own eyes rolling back as he gave her one more incredibly deep thrust, filling her full of his sticky cum.

He stayed in her for a few seconds, trying to catch his breath before pulling out. Once he was done, he laid on his back, pulling Honey onto his chest. His hand gently rubbed her back, and he pressed a gentle kiss against the top of her head.

“Did such a good job, luv. You’re so gorgeous.” He murmured softly, gently rubbing her shoulders. Her eyes were heavy, and her breathing was falling into a steady rhythm. Soon enough, her eyes gently shut, unable to bear the weight of exhaustion anymore. And he followed soon after.

[shoukiko]

Merry Christmas, Simon

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Tags: Fluff....just fluff lol

Word Count: 1.4k

A/N: I've been working on this for a bit, just waiting to post it today, I'm all antsy, I really hope you guys like it.

You’ve worked with TF141 for the past three years. Price spoke to Laswell, saying that he thought the team deserved some type of break, so he and Laswell came up with an “amazing holiday getaway” to “a hidden oasis where the only sounds you hear are the rustling leaves and the soothing melody of birdsong.”. It was a small cabin in the middle of nowhere, for safety reasons, but you were all grateful for it. It was 2 weeks away, a day would’ve been fine, but she insisted.

It was a week and two days into the trip, snowing outside, your turn for chores. Soap and Gaz sat on the couch in front of an old television watching some soap opera. Price is sitting in one of the lounge chairs, asleep with his arms crossed as his head dangles. You’re tidying up the kitchen after a late dinner, you turn to look at the clock hung on the wall which reads, 12:05. You realize what this entails as you turn to the three men.

“Merry Christmas, guys!” You say cheerfully in their direction. 

“Merry Christmas, Lass.” Soap says from his seat, he nudges Gaz to respond. “Ah- Yea Merry Christmas…” He seems to be too focused on the TV show, who can blame him, those telenovelas are addicting. You decide against waking Price up, the man needs his sleep. As you turn back to the sink you feel a tap on your left shoulder, you turn to see Ghost’s tall dark figure hovering over you, sporting his casual skull balaclava.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” You tilt your head as you ask, genuinely curious as to what he could need that requires a tap on the shoulder instead of him outright asking.

“You got a minute? Wanted to see if we could have a quick chat.” His tone is somewhat nervous? He isn’t as husky or gritty as usual. “Sure, let me finish up and-” He cuts you off before you can finish. “It’s important. I’ll help you out after.” 

Must really be important if the Ghost tells you it is. “Alright.” You wipe your hands on your apron, untying it from your back and hanging it up on a nearby chair. “Grab your coat.” He dons his own coat, all in one fell swoop. You grab yours, putting it on. 

You both head outside to the porch, each taking a seat on the swinging bench that hangs from the veranda. “Ah wait here-” He says, standing once more, he heads inside and comes back hiding something in his coat. “Whatcha got there, Mister?” You ask him as he sits back down, the bench shifts slightly from his weight.

He pulls out a plastic bag that contains multiple little things, he hands it to you. Taking notice of the slight blush at the end of his fingertips you slowly take the bag. “Merry Christmas… Sorry, didn’t get to wrap it.” A bashful tone in his voice.

“You.. got me something? Man, I feel a little bad, if I would’ve known I would’ve done the same..” You say, hesitating to open it. “Don’t fret over it… Are you gonna open it or just stare at it?”

“Ah right- Sorry” You carefully reach into the bag and pull out one of the small items. It’s… 

“Socks! You got me socks?!” A smile appears on your face, beaming in the night. Despite the mask, his eyes crinkled with a smile. “There’s more if you look.” 

You open the bag more and find more small items, a small tube of vanilla scented lotion, a notepad, and some cinnamon wax melts. You’re happy, but oh so confused by the difference of each item.

“This is… Thank you. I really love it, but what’s with the theme?” You ask with a laugh.

“Well…” He pauses to think for a minute. “It’s all things you wanted.” “Huh..?”

“A couple days ago you said you couldn’t find your winter socks, then you said you forgot your hand cream back at home, then you said while eating dinner two nights ago that you love the smell of cinnamon during Christmas because it reminds you of good memories from your childhood.” You’re taken aback, you don’t remember saying any of these things until he brings it up, such small things and yet he remembers. 

“You… you actually remember?” A faint blush appears on your face as you scan over your new gifts, suddenly feeling warm despite the subzero temperatures. “Uhm.. Thank you.. Really. Was this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

“No, actually.” His expression becomes somber as he closes his eyes and takes a breath, he turns his body slightly and rests his arm on the back of the bench. “Look, I don’t know how else to bring this up.”

“What’s wrong?”

Ghost grips the back of the bench before meeting your eyes.

"Listen, I've been thinkin' a lot lately, and I reckon I need to be straight with you. You mean a proper lot to me, more than I can put into words. I'm mad about you, every single goddamn I hear your voice or that stupid laugh.. It’s like something shifts in me. I care about you, more than  I have about anyone in a long time, but…”

Your heart beating out of your chest, uncertain on how to respond. All you can let out is a

“But..?”

He looks down, almost like he’s ashamed before responding.

“I’m.. scared, terrified. Of hurting you.. Or you getting into an accident during a mission. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you.” His tone is serious, but you can hear a sense of fear.

You look at him with genuine eyes, you almost can’t believe what’s happening in front of you, the Ghost confessing his feelings for you. “But…” He continues. “If you’ll have me, I’m willing to take that leap into uncertainty with you. If… you want.”

You look at him as if you’re a deer caught in headlights. You begin to lose your breath, blinking,  unable to process what was said to you. You take a moment before replying…

“I- I….” You struggle to find the words, you want to scream, but you also want to take it slow and really talk about it. You can see him become antsy, your silence bringing tension to the cold air around you. “Ghost I..”

“It’s fine.” He interrupts.

“What?”

“It’s fine, I know it’s sudden. I’m sorry.” He says, there's a slight hurt in his voice, he goes to stand. Just then you grab his arm, stopping him.

“I want.” “...What..?” “You said if I want…. Well.. I want, I don’t know how else to say it. I do want to be with you. I want to jump into that uncertainty with you. Please.” There’s a tinge of desperation in your voice, you feel as if you say nothing now, you will never have this opportunity again.

Ghost looks as if a wave of relief has washed over him. 

“I thought you were gonna make me think I said all that for nothin’.” His eyes crinkle slightly as he adjusts himself once more.

“I’m sorry, I got nervous, I didn’t want to say the wrong thing.” You begin to fidget with your hands in your lap, a faint blush appearing on your faces as you turn away. 

You feel him inching closer to you, the heat from his body radiating, bringing warmth for both of you to share.

He softly grabs your face with his right hand, turning you towards him. You take glances at his mask and eyes, unable to lock on a single thing. He pulls up his mask just above his nose and leans in, pressing his lips against yours. Only a few seconds before you lean into him, grabbing onto the sleeve of his coat. He places a hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You pull away for just a second to catch your breath. The both of you share a look, complete silence, then..

He chuckles, “Well then..” You place a hand on your mouth as you stare at him, stifling a small laugh. “That was something.” You manage to say through your giggles. You place your hand on his, a loving smile forms on your lips. He begins to caress the back of your hand, his touch gentle, yet warm. “Thank you…. Merry Christmas, Doll.” He looks up at you with gentle eyes.

“Merry Christmas, Simon.”

[gallaghersgal]

rosy cheeks for carmy~ reader and carmy are spending their first christmas holidays together and they are v much in love but not super out there about it’s just lovey dovey and a lot of kissing and love love love ❤️

rosy cheeks || carmen berzatto

pairing: carmy x fem!reader

warnings: fluff fluff and more fluff!

a/n: im sooooo happy with this :') short n sweet

the lock on the front door clicks and the door swings open. your boyfriends arms are full of paper grocery bags, his cheeks pink from the cold. there's a dusting of white in his hair too, and only then do you realize it's started to snow.

"hey baby," he says with a soft smile as you come to his side to take the bags. and of course, your sweet carmen won't let you lift a finger. "hey, 's okay i got it." he kisses your forehead and takes the bags to your small kitchen.

you trail after him, your christmas slippers squeaking softly against the tile. you grab the matching pair you had ordered for him and hide the bag behind your back. "i've been decorating, and wrapping your gifts," you tell him with a cheeky grin.

"yeah? wha' kinda presents, hm?" he asks, placing milk and eggs in the fridge. "get me anything exciting?"

you giggle softly, stepping up behind him and resting your head on his shoulder as he begins to wash the fruits. "you know i can't tell you that!"

carmy turns, wet hands going to circle around your waist before you step back. he eyes you, seeing your hands tucked politely behind your back, and his face breaks into a devilish grin. "whatcha got there?"

"an early present..."

"an early present! how'd i get so lucky, huh sweet girl?" he steps closer, lands a peck on your lips, and holds his hands out for the gift.

you chase his lips, giving him a few more sweet kisses because he deserves them. he deserves everything. you do your best to give him the world.

you slip the shoes out of the bag before placing them in carmy's open hands. "merry christmas baby."

he examines the slippers, eyes sparkling. "aw, thank ya baby," he toes off his sneakers, peeling off his socks and tossing them in the direction of the laundry room. he tosses the slippers onto the ground and slips his feet in, leaning in to kiss you once more on the lips.

you pull your phone out and open the camera, holding it up high to show you, carmy, and your matching slippers. he kisses your cheek for the photo, and you grin widely.

carmy smiles, looking down at the picture. "send that to me, will ya? 'm gonna start dinner. chicken parm, just somethin' simple."

you send it to him and get back to decorating the apartment. carmy chimes in with sweet compliments while he cooks, "you're so good at this," and "you've really got an eye f'decorating," and "baby, y'really make this feel like home."

end.

my masterlist. my winter sleepover.

[covetyou]

a dress up!Joel interlude

tomorrow (29th May) I'll be posting the next part of dress up!Joel, lovingly titled ghosted.

in the meantime, have this interlude of sorts that I've been sitting on for weeks (and honestly thought I posted back in April, whoops.)

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rating: Explicit (18+ only!) word count: 969 warnings: more brotherly shenanigans, sex toy talk, mild relationship angst, alcohol consumption summary: Joel's egg hunt couldn't have gone worse, and so he confides in the one person who has his back no matter what - his baby brother.

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Shooting the shit with his little brother wasn't something Joel Miller ever thought he'd enjoy. But, with age and maturity, there wasn't anything quite like sipping cold beers in his backyard, his brother yapping away about work, or girls, or the playoffs, or just about anything else, as they relaxed at the end of a long week. Tommy could talk, and Joel could listen, and that's how it'd always worked.

"Hey, you still got that thing I gave you," Tommy suddenly asks, after giving Joel a blow by blow of his latest conquest - some blonde he met at a bar and didn't even know the name of.

"What, this pain in my ass? Yeah."

"Very funny. Nah, I mean that ballpedo thing. Turns your balls into a torpedo."

"Balldo."

"Yeah! You still got it? If you ain't usin' it, ain't no use in it goin' to waste."

Joel lifts his beer, the condesation leaving a dark ring on his jeans, and takes a sip, averting his eyes from Tommy.

"Still got it."

It was stuffed at the bottom of his sock drawer upstairs. After Christmas, and his uncomfortable walk back home with the thing still strapped to his balls, it took him a little while to pry the thing off. The lube he'd spread over himself was turning tacky combined with your juices, and wetting it just made everything too slippery. But, eventually, he was free, and he cleaned the thing up and left it to dry, as if there would be any opportunity to use it again.

It was a happy coincidence that Sarah was with her mom again on Valentine's day, and your calendar for that day was empty - he noticed when he was fixing a drip in your kitchen sink. Given you enjoyed Christmas, he thought you might like something else too, and he was happy to be right. On Easter, he was going to leave a note for you for his little egg hunt, hoping you'd wake up Saturday morning and make your way over to his place to find the final prize.

He hadn't expected to get caught, and he hadn't expected things to be left as they were afterwards. Now the memory of all of it left a sour taste in his mouth.

"Can I go grab it? I'll take it off you."

"Nah... nah it's okay," Joel says, with a non-commital wave, as Tommy stands, taking a few steps to head inside.

"C'mon, if you ain't usin' it, I can take it. Mom never teach you to share your shit?"

"I'm always sharin' my shit with you, I said no," Joel shoots back with finality, unable to stop himself from mumbling into the rim of his beer. "You wouldn't want it now anyway."

Tommy was never one for being quick to catch on, and for that Joel was grateful. Though, maybe this time he underestimated his little brother. Tommy still makes a move to head inside, likely to rifle through his shit to find the toy he'd given Joel so long ago, but he stops in his tracks before pulling the patio door open.

"Holy shit," is all Tommy says. "Holy shit."

"You remember you're an asshole again?"

"You used the fuckin' ball thing?!"

Joel's silence says all Tommy needs to know.

"You gave yourself a dick for balls and you didn't tell me? Fuck I've been wonderin' about that thing ever since I gave it to you. It good?"

Joel doesn't really know what to say. He doesn't want to say anything - he wants to keep his fuck up with you his own tragic little secret, but now the balldo's out of the bag, he can't exactly dodge the question. Tommy was a persistent bastard when he wanted to be, and Joel knew that he was going to be extra persistent with this.

"It... yeah. Yeah, it was good."

"Wait... fuckin' wait a minute. This mean you got a girl?!" Tommy's face lights up as he asks, and Joel can feel the color drain from his. "You got a girl and you didn't bother tellin' me? You wound me, brother."

Shaking his head, Joel takes another swig of beer, hoping it'll wash the memory of the taste of you from his mouth. It doesn't.

"Nah. Didn't get the girl."

"You fuck it up that bad?"

As much as they could piss each other off, they always had each other to fall back on. Usually, of course, it was Joel picking up the pieces for Tommy, but there was an unspoken agreement between them that meant no one was keeping score. No one owed anyone anything, they'd always be there for each other, whether it was one time or a thousand times. So, against his better judgement, Joel tells Tommy everything and, for once, Tommy listens.

"Only one thing I don't get," Tommy muses when Joel finally finishes with a sigh. "If it was a misunderstanin', what the fuck are you doin' here with me, and not over there with her, explainin' yourself?"

"She told me to leave. I don't wanna intrude any m-"

"You broke into her fuckin' house, brother, think you're long past that."

Tommy slides the patio door open, half inside, half outside, and looks back at his big brother.

"Take it from an asshole who knows - doin' nothin' ain't gonna do shit. You don't get the girl, you don't get your shit rocked. Talk to her. You got nothin' to lose. If she don't want anything to do with you, nothin' changes, and if she does, well... you get the girl, and you get your shit rocked."

He hated to admit it, but Tommy was right, and Joel had never felt so fucking stupid that he didn't come to the same conclusion sooner.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow he'd make this right.

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

Batfam as "The Middle" quotes :

Jason : You were out with Bernard pretty late last night. What time did you end up getting home ?

Tim : I don't know. Why do you care so much? When I'm at school, you don't know what time I'm out.

Jason : I don't care. Just if you were dead in a ditch, I'd have ordered a medium pizza.

---

Dick : We're going full Oprah. Everything goes outside in the yard. Nothing comes back through the front door unless you convince me that you truly love it and need it.

Damian : Tim, go outside.

---

Duke : I can't believe we got robbed. What kind of stupid robbers would rob us?

Tim : I hope they didn't steal my books.

Stephanie : What about my cross country sweatshirt ? I knew I should have brought it.

Jason : If they stole your books and your cross country sweatshirt, they're the nerdiest robbers ever.

Jason : ...Oh my God, my nunchucks !

---

Damian : So, I've decided from now on, I want to spend every moment I can with the things I cherish most. So, I'll be in my room with my books. Try not to bother me.

---

Stephanie : I spend my whole life congratulating myself. I want other people to congratulate me.

---

Damian (at some point) : They're forcing me to help people against my will. I don't know. Doesn't that seem like communism or something ? I - Did I use that right ?

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(in the batplane)

Damian : Tim, get up. It's my turn. It's been more than twenty minutes.

Tim : Well, on land maybe. You don't know how long it's been up here. A minute Earth time is like an hour in the sky. Maybe you'll learn that if you ever get to high school.

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Dick : Hey, Jay, I'm going to the mall. Did you do your Christmas list?

Jason : Cash, a cell phone, and to be left alone.

Dick : Cass, did you make your list for Santa?

Cass : What I really want this year is some answers. What's the true meaning of Christmas? Are we here for a reason? What is the purpose of life?

Dick : How about a bike ?

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Jason (to Tim) : You're taking life advice from Bruce ? You've seen his life, right ?

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Jason (about Talia) : Dick, you weren't there. I've never seen anything like it. This girl was like a Bond villain. She says words that seem nice, but they're not. They're evil.

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Dick : Let's not think of it as camping. Let's think of it as outdoor family fun.

Tim : But we don't wanna go.

Dick : Fine. Forced family fun.

Damian : You're dragging us into the woods against our will. That's kidnapping.

Jason : Hm. If we were gonna kidnap some kids, you'd be far down the list.

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Duke : Dick, you're better than this.

Dick : I'm not, though, Duke, I'm really not. This is killing me. How could you pick Bruce over me?

Duke : He says it's okay if my socks don't match.

Dick : But it's not ! Because people will think you're weird, and I'm only telling you that 'cause I love you more than Bruce.