#someone put a bow on his head and put him under my Christmas Tree

[ljubimaya]

Someone: What do you wanna get for Christmas?

Me:

[valkyrieromanoff]

WRAP ME UP: Dilf! Anakin x f!reader

synopsis: caught up in the Christmas rush, you took charge of buying all the presents to give your boyfriend a well-deserved break. But as the day winds down, you realize you’ve forgotten the most important gift—his. Determined not to let him down, you scramble to come up with a surprise that’s sure to make this Christmas unforgettable.

warning: MDNI, 18+, unprotected sex, pussy eating, dirty talk, implied age difference.

words: 4.1k

a/n: Hello there, hope you’re all having the best Christmas ever! 🥰💖 I whipped up this lil oneshot as a gift just for you, filled with all my love and holiday vibes 🎁✨ Sending hugs, kisses, and festive cheer your way~ mwah! 💕🎄

So why don't we just wrap me up? A little bow and ribbon, best thing you've been given Baby, come and wrap me up I'll be under your tree, hurry up and find me

Christmas always seemed to come with a whirlwind of chaos—the kind that swept through the house like a winter storm. There were decorations to hang, meals to prep, and endless checklists to tick off. Putting the kids to bed at just the right time so you could sneak the already-wrapped presents under the tree was practically an Olympic sport. Not to mention the milk and cookies the little ones had spent the day making; someone had to nibble on those and leave a convincing crumb trail.

Whew. Just listing it all was exhausting.

This year felt even more complicated, though. Add a divorce to the equation, and you had the perfect recipe for a holiday headache. Coordinating a peaceful gathering between your boyfriend’s ex-wife’s family and your own was no small feat. For Anakin, this was the first Christmas since his split from Padmé that would take place at his

He wanted everything to be perfect. Not for himself, but for his 10-year-old twins, Leia and Luke. He had insisted on getting a live pine tree—a massive, fragrant beauty that now stood proudly in the living room. He’d spent hours stringing lights and hanging ornaments, meticulously ensuring no branch was left bare. But let’s be honest, the finer, more delicate touches weren’t exactly Anakin’s forte. That’s where you came in, adding cute little details like hand-painted pinecones and glittery snowflakes.

Despite all his efforts, there was still so much to do. Anakin even took it upon himself to clean out the attic so Padmé and her new partner would have a place to stay—a task you eventually had to step in and stop. Watching your older boyfriend juggling it all—exhausted and overwhelmed—was enough to make your heart ache.

“Babe,” you’d said, placing a hand on his arm as he tried to untangle yet another strand of lights. “Why don’t you let me take care of the gifts? You’ve got enough on your plate.”

Anakin had protested at first, brushing it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “I don’t want you running around and tiring yourself out,” he’d said, his furrowed brow softening slightly at your concern.

But you’d been ready for that. “We already made a list,” you’d assured him with a grin. “Half the stuff is online—I can knock it out without even leaving the couch.”

That had earned a laugh, the kind that made his shoulders relax and his blue eyes light up, even just for a moment. “Sometimes I forget that,” he’d teased, shaking his head.

“You forget a lot of things, old man,” you’d shot back, your tone playful as you nudged him gently.

And so, the task had fallen to you. You’d tackled it with determination, checking off each name on the list like Santa himself. Leia’s little scientist kit, the one she hadn’t stopped talking about after a trip to the mall. Luke’s robotics kit, perfect for building his dream spaceship. For Padmé, you’d chosen an elegant set of rose-scented moisturizers, oils, and bath salts—practical but thoughtful. Even her date wasn’t forgotten; you’d picked out a bottle of wine that struck the perfect balance between classy and casual.

Each gift was wrapped meticulously in festive paper—greens, reds, stripes, and prints of reindeer prancing through snowy fields. Big, shiny bows crowned them all, turning the pile beneath the tree into a picture-perfect scene.

But as you stood back, surveying the neatly wrapped packages, a realization hit you like a snowball to the face. You’d forgotten the most important gift of all. The one for him.

Your heart sank, and the cheerful glow of the tree suddenly felt a little dimmer. How could you have missed it? After everything Anakin had done to make this Christmas special, after the hours he’d poured into creating a magical holiday for everyone, you’d forgotten him.

You spent most of dinner lost in thought, your mind racing to come up with a way to fix your mistake. Buying something online was out of the question—it wouldn’t arrive in time. The stores had surely closed by now, and even if they were miraculously open, you doubted you’d find anything meaningful enough to give him. You could still picture the chaos that had unfolded in stores that morning, people scrambling to grab last-minute gifts. No, it had to be something special, something that mattered.

“Hey, you outdid yourself, baby.”

Anakin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts as his arms wrapped around you from behind. His touch was warm, steady, and so familiar that it sent a wave of comfort through you despite your swirling anxiety.

You sighed, startled by his sudden presence. You hadn’t even heard him approach. “I could barely get Leia to sleep,” he murmured, his breath warm against your neck. “She wouldn’t stop talking about the scientist kit Santa brought her. And Luke?” He chuckled softly, the sound deep and content. “He’s passed out upstairs, hugging his present like it’s a long-lost friend.”

His satisfaction was evident, a proud smile curling his lips as he nuzzled into your neck. The light tickle of his growing stubble sent a shiver down your spine.

“That’s… that’s great,” you murmured, trying to match his warmth, but the weight of your forgotten gift tugged at you like an anchor.

“Baby?” Anakin’s voice softened, his concern breaking through the comfortable silence. He turned you in his arms, his large hands settling on your waist as he studied your face. His blue eyes, stormy yet full of affection, locked onto yours. “What’s going on? You’ve been quiet all evening.”

You hesitated for a moment, the words catching in your throat. Finally, you whispered, “I didn’t get you a present.” You bit your lower lip, the admission laced with guilt and shyness. “I—I forgot.”

Anakin’s reaction wasn’t what you expected. His smile widened, his features softening as he tilted his head. The corners of his eyes crinkled in that way that always made your heart flutter. “Baby,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth, “you’re my present.”

His words caught you off guard, the simplicity of them sending a rush of warmth through you. You stared at him for a moment, your chest tightening with love—and then, suddenly, inspiration struck.

“Oh,” you breathed, a smile spreading across your face as an idea took root. “Just give me a minute. I’ll be right back—I need to take care of something.”

Anakin raised an eyebrow, bemused but curious as he watched your sudden burst of energy. “What are you up to now?”

“You’ll see,” you said with a mischievous grin, your excitement bubbling over as you slipped out of his grasp and hurried toward the stairs. You moved quickly, your steps light yet deliberate as you tried not to wake the children. Whatever guilt you’d been feeling was now replaced by an eagerness to give Anakin a gift he’d never forget.

A few minutes later, with a few fewer clothes, you were ready. Calling out to him softly, you hoped he would like your surprise gift. The door opened, and Anakin's mouth dropped open in awe as he took in the sight before him. You were draped in red lace lingerie that caressed your curves like a lover's touch, hugging you in all the right places. A crimson bow adorned your curls, and satin ribbons were artfully wrapped around your body - a bow around your slender neck, another cinched around your tiny waist, and delicate strands encircling your hips and thighs. You looked like a tantalizing holiday treat, a gift just for him.

Anakin stood there, speechless, his blue eyes drinking you in like a man dying of thirst. A wolfish grin slowly spread across his face as he closed the door behind him with a gentle kick of his foot. "Merry Christmas, baby," he purred, his voice low and husky with desire. "And what a very naughty, very sexy gift you are."

You smiled coyly, tilting your head up to meet his heated gauze. "Merry Christmas," you murmured, your breath hitting as he closed the distance between you. His lips captured yours in a feverish kiss, the taste of rum-spiked eggnog mingling with the intoxicating flavor that was uniquely him. It made your head spin and your knees go weak.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Anakin groaned against your skin as he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat. His teeth grazed your pulse point, making you shiver and arch into him. You could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing insistently against your belly, and it made you ache with want.

His hands roamed your body, mapping out every curve, every dip, every secret place that made you gasp and moan. He palmed your breast through the delicate lace, rolling the hardened nip. Anakin's hands continued their sensual exploration, his fingers dancing across your skin like a symphony of sensation. He cupped your face gently, tilting your head back to claim your lips in another kiss. His tongue delved into your mouth, stroking against yours in a tantalizing rhythm that left you breathless and wanting more.

"You're mine," he growled possessively as he broke the kiss, his blue eyes burning into yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "All mine, my beautiful Christmas present."

His hands moved lower, skimming over your ribs, your hips, the soft globes of your ass. He gripped your rear, pulling you flush against him, letting you feel how hard he was, how much he wanted you.

"I'm going to unwrap you slowly," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. "I'm going to savor every inch of you, like the rare and precious gift you are."

His fingers found the bow at your neck, and with a gentle tug, the ribbon slipped free, fluttering to the floor. He kissed your collarbone, your shoulder, the swell of your breast as he worked his way down, untying each ribbon, baring more and more of your skin to his hungry gauze.

You trembled under his touch, your body singing with desire, wanting to be touched, claimed, loved by him. Each brush of his lips, each nip of his teeth, each caress of his hands sent sparks of pleasure racing through you, building the heat simmering in your core to a fever pitch.

"Please, Anakin," you whimpered, your nails digging into his shoulders. "I need you. I need to feel you inside me."

He groaned at his pleading words, his control hanging by a thread. "Patience, baby," he murmured, even as his hands made quick work of your lingerie, tugging it down your legs and leaving you bare, save for the ribbon cinched around your waist and the bow adorning your golden curls. "I thought you were my gift, not the other way around," he teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Anakin guided you to sit on the edge of the bed, his large, warm hands on your hips steadying you. He knelt before you, his eyes dark with desire as he drank in the sight of your naked body. Slowly, reverently, he leaned forward and took your breast in his mouth, his tongue swirling around your hardened nipple.

You gasped at the sensation, your back arching to press more of yourself against his eager mouth. He sucked and nibbled, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core. He lavish attention on your breasts, his hands kneading the soft flesh, his mouth hot and wet against your skin.

Time seemed to blur as he devoted himself to worshiping your breasts, licking and sucking until your chest was flushed and damp with his saliva. Your nipples throbbed with need, craving for more of his touch, more of his attention. Soft, needy moans spilled from your lips, growing louder with each passing moment.

"Shhh, baby," Anakin whispered, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "You don't want to wake the kids, do you?" There was a note of genuine concern in his tone, even as his lips curved into a playful smile. "Can you be quiet for me?"

Nodding eagerly, you bit your lip, determined to stifle your cries of pleasure. Anakin smiled proudly, his eyes shining with adoration. "That's my good girl," he praised, pressing a tender kiss to your belly before trailing his lips lower, down, down, until he reached the ribbon tied around your waist, he undid it with his teeth, letting it gather the pile of clothes on the floor.

Anakin gently spread your legs, his hands firm but gentle on your thighs as he positioned himself between them. He looked up at you with a mischievous grin, his blue eyes dark with desire, before lowering his head and burying his face in your pussy.

His hot breath ghosted over your sensitive folds, sending a shivering through your body. Then, with a low groan of appreciation, he dragged his tongue along your slit, savoring you as if you were a banquet, his first meal in decades.

"Fuck, you taste so good," he murmured against your skin, the vibrations of his voice sending sparks of pleasure racing through you. "I could eat you all day, baby."

He lapped at you hungrily, his tongue delving deep into your wetness, seeking out every hidden crevice. He circled your clit with the tip of his tongue, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves until you were squirming beneath him, your hips bucking against his questing mouth.

Anakin moaned in approval, the sound muffled against your flesh. He seemed to be enjoying this as much as you were, his enthusiasm evident in every lick, every suck, every nibble of his lips. He alternated between long, slow licks and quick, darting flicks of his tongue, keeping you on the edge of ecstasy.

His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open for his oral assault, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He pulled back slightly, his eyes locking with yours as he held your gaze while he licked you, the intensity of his stare sending your arousal soaring.

"You like that, baby?" he asked, his voice rough with lust. "You like how I eat this pretty pussy?"

You could only whimper in response, your eyes fluttering shut as the pleasure built inside you, coiling tighter and tighter. Anakin grew in approval, his tongue redoubling his efforts, fucking you with it as he sucked hard on your clit.

"That's it," he encouraged, his voice a low, soothing rum.

"Fuck, baby, I'm, I'm gonna cum" You mumbled, the words getting mixed up and tangled in your mouth, the pleasure he was bringing you making everything else blurry and confused.

Anakin's eyes darkened with hunger as he looked up at you, your words spurring him on. He doubled his efforts, his tongue delving deep into your entrance, fucking you with long, languid strokes. He alternated between plunging his tongue inside you and circling your clit, keeping you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"That's it, baby," he murmured against your skin, his voice muffled but still filled with encouragement. "Cum for me. Let me taste you, feel you coming undone on my tongue."

He sealed his lips around your clit, sucking hard as he thrust two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that spot that made you see stars. Your legs began to shake, your thighs trembling against his head as the pleasure built to a crescendo.

"Fuck, Anakin," you cried out, your voice breaking on a sob of pure bliss. "I'm gonna- I'm cumming!"

Anakin groaned in approval, the sound vibrating against your sensitive flesh, pushing you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed over you like a wave, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he continued to lap at you, prolonging your pleasure.

You thrashed beneath him, your hands fisting in his hair, holding him in place as you rode out the intense waves of ecstasy. Anakin stayed with you every step of the way, his tongue working wonders, coaxing out every last drop of your release.

As the aftershocks subsided, he gentled his touch, his tongue still stroking over your sensitive flesh, soothing you down from your high. He placed a tender kiss on your mound before lifting his head, his face glistening with your juices, his eyes blazing with satisfaction.

"Fuck, you're delicious," he growled, his voice rough with arousal. "I could never get enough of you."

He crawled up your body, his hard length pressing insistently against your thigh as he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You could taste yourself on his tongue, the flavor mingling with the taste of him, creating a heady combination that made you feel like a shooting star, being burned and then reconstituted by his mouth.

Anakin gently brushed away the damp strands of hair clinging to your forehead, his touch tender and reverent. He gazed down at you, his blue eyes soft with adoration and still smoldering with desire.

"I still want to be inside you," he murmured, his voice low and husky. He pressed a trail of kisses along your neck, his lips adoring your skin. "Do you have the energy to ride me, or would you prefer me on top?"

You shivered at the feel of his warm breath against your sensitive neck, your body still tingling with the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. "I want to feel you deep inside me, but I'm not sure if I could get up off the mattress," you whispered, your voice weak but filled with need. "Please, Anakin."

With a low groan, Anakin settled himself between your thighs, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance. He paused for a moment, his eyes searching yours, seeking permission, making sure you were ready for him.

At your nod, he slowly pressed forward, sheathing himself inside you inch by inch. You gasped at the sensation, your walls stretching to accommodate his girth. He was so big, so hard, filling you in a way that made you feel complete.

Anakin stilled once he was fully seated inside you, his forehead resting against yours, his eyes closed in bliss. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he breathed, his voice tight with restraint. "So tight, so perfect."

He began to move, his hips rolling in a slow, deep rhythm. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through your body, building the heat simmering in your core once more. You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him deeper, harder.

Anakin complied, his pace increasing, his thrusts growing more powerful. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful drive of his hips. He angled his thrusts, hitting that spot inside you that made you see stars, that had you crying out in ecstasy.

Anakin's thrusts grew more urgent, more powerful, his hips snapping against yours with a force that had the bed frame shaking. He braced himself above you, his muscles flexing with each drive of his cock deep into your heat.

"You feel so fucking good," he groaned, his voice strained with pleasure. "So tight, so perfect. I could stay inside you forever."

You clung to him, your nails digging into the hard planes of his back as he pounded into you, chasing your pleasure. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with your moans and his grunts of endeavor.

Anakin shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts, hitting a spot inside you that made you see the whole galaxy. Your back arched off the bed, a silent scream of ecstasy tearing from your throat. He must have felt it too, because he smiled down at you, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

"That's it, baby," he croaked, his voice a low, sultry rumble. "Cum for me. I want to feel you coming apart on my cock."

He reached between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing tight circles over the sensitive nub. The added stimulation was too much, pushing you over the edge.

Your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your walls clenching around Anakin's thrusting cock, milking him for all he was worth. He groaned, his rhythm faltering as your pleasure triggered his own.

With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within your heat. He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck.

"Fuck, that was incredible," he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. "You're amazing, do you know that?"

You could only nod, too consumed by the afterglow to form coherent words. Anakin rolled to the side, pulling you with him, tucking you against his chest. His hand stroked lazily over your back, his touch soothing and comforting.

Anakin kissed your forehead softly, the lingering warmth of his lips like a silent promise. His strong, calloused hand rubbed gentle circles on your back, grounding you both in the quiet intimacy of the moment. The glow of the lights your boyfriend insisted on placing in every window in the house spread lightly throughout the room, casting a warm, golden hue over the space.

“You,” he murmured, his deep voice still tinged with the rawness of emotion, “are the best Christmas present I could have ever asked for.”

A lazy smile spread across his lips, his eyes heavy-lidded but filled with unmistakable love. He looked utterly content, his body still recovering from the tidal wave of pleasure that had swept over him. He leaned back slightly, letting his head rest against the pillows as he gazed at you.

You felt the strength of his arms encircling you, his larger frame cradling your smaller body like you were something fragile, precious. Your cheek pressed against his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into a sense of peace you hadn’t realized you needed.

“You’re everything,” Anakin continued softly, his hand coming up to gently brush a strand of hair from your face. “Do you know that? You came into my life and turned everything upside down in the best way possible.”

You tilted your head to look up at him, your own smile forming as his words sank in. “I think you’re giving me too much credit,” you teased lightly, your voice muffled by his chest.

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, vibrating through you. “Not even close,” he said, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You’ve given me something I didn’t think I’d ever have again. Love. Real love. Not just for me but for my kids, for this life we’re building together. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you reached up to trace the sharp lines of his jaw, his soft stubble prickling under your fingertips. “I love you, Ani,” you whispered, the words full of warmth and certainty.

His lips curved into a wider smile, and his stormy blue eyes glistened with emotion. “I love you more,” he replied, his voice steady but soft.

For a while, neither of you moved, content to simply exist in the moment. The sounds of the house were muffled—the distant creak of floorboards, the hum of the heater, the faint tinkling of Christmas music still playing downstairs. It was as if the world outside your little bubble had melted away, leaving only the two of you wrapped in the comfort of each other.

Finally, Anakin shifted slightly, his hand trailing soothing patterns along your back. “You know,” he began, his tone lighter now, “we should probably get some sleep. Santa left a lot of toys under the tree that will need assembling in the morning.”

You laughed softly, the sound muffled by his chest. “You mean I’ll be assembling them while you ‘supervise,’ right?”

He smirked, brushing a kiss over the top of your head. “I think we make a pretty good team. Besides, I’m sure Luke will take over as lead engineer within five minutes.”

“Leia will be too busy experimenting on whatever she can find,” you added with a laugh.

Anakin’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he imagined the chaos that awaited them tomorrow. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and pride.

You shifted slightly to look up at him again, your own smile soft and filled with affection. “Merry Christmas, Ani,” you whispered, your fingers lacing with his.

He tilted his head to press a lingering kiss to your lips, the gesture tender but full of meaning. “Merry Christmas, baby,” he murmured against your lips.

As the two of you settled back into the quiet comfort of each other, the warmth of the holiday filled the room, a gentle reminder of everything you’d built together. Anakin’s life, once marked by loss and brokenness, now felt whole again—with you at the very center.

[butlervibesonly]

𝑈𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑜𝑒 | Austin Butler

• Summary : Can something be more romantic than experiencing a first kiss with Austin, after hiding your mutual love?

• Pairing : Austin Butler x female reader

• Warnings : kissing, grammar mistakes

• Note: I wasn't much in my writing mood, but here it is, all done 😭 hope it's not too trashy, haha

From the very first time you met Austin, you couldn't deny he is the most perfect man you have ever laid your eyes on. You two met on the set of his movie he has been working on — and there is no lie there was a spark between the both of you. Since then you have been a good friends. But neither of you knew that you felt something more for each other.

You are now at a Christmas party hosted by one of your friends. There are a lot of people, and almost no one you know. You sit by the bar alone, taking a sip from your glass of wine. The color of the wine is almost the same as the beautiful Christmas dress you're wearing. The red velvety texture is so soft on your body and on the back there is a bow that decorates the bare back of yours.

Suddenly you feel a hand on your back. "Is that Y/n I see sitting all alone ?" You recognize the familiar voice. As you turn around, you can see Austin smiling at you. "Austin!" you jump off the bar stool, hugging him. You can smell his cologne, the scent of citruses with a mixture of wood and blossoms twisting your mind.

"Whatcha doing here?" you ask, as you pull away. His hands are still holding you. "I was invited, and now that I'm here I'm starting realize I barely know anyone," Austin replies, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or that was until I saw you. What are you doing here?"

"It's probably going to sound unbelievable, but the same what you're doing here. I was about to leave, actually—"

"Oh, really?" Austin asks, "That's good idea, I think I need a small escape too." You guys smile at each other, and without anyone noticing, you simply left the party.

Walking down the street, side by side with Austin, you are wearing just a light coat over your dress, and as the December breeze hits you, you shiver. Austin notices immediately, stopping. "You're cold."

"No, all good—"

"That wasn't a question."

Before you can reply, Austin takes off his coat, and puts it over you. Its little bit bigger, of course, but cozy enough to keep you warm. Austin has always been a gentleman, and especially around you. "Thank you, but you’ll freeze,” you protest, though you clutch the coat gratefully.

“I’ll survive,” Austin says with a small smile. “Besides, chivalry and all that.” You laugh again, the sound warming Austin more than any coat could. And you don't know about it.

"rather tell me why you went there alone?" you glance at Austin, your cheeks tuning red. He looks so good, and sounds even better, as his deep voice softens around you. You actually try your best to hide the feelings you have for him for a moment now.

“I guess I didn’t feel like dragging someone along just for appearances. I’d rather be with people I actually enjoy spending time with.”

“Same,” he says, glancing over at you. “Though I didn’t expect to find you here. That was a nice surprise.”

You guys walk along in comfortable silence for a while, your breaths visible in the cold air. You reach a street lamp with hanging lights, and there, hanging from one of the lower branches of an old oak tree, is a sprig of mistletoe.

“Well, would you look at that,” you say softly, tilting your head up. He follows your gaze, his heart suddenly pounding. “Mistletoe,” he murmurs. You both stand there, under the mistletoe as if you are frozen.

And that's because you both know exactly what this all means. Austin looks straight into your eyes. Even through the night's darkness and slight shine of the street lamps, you can see how his blue colored eyes glow with something unspoken.

"Shall we break the tradition?" you ask shyly, so embarrassed that you even let slip this question from your lips. Austin swallows, you see his Adam's apple bop, and clears his throat. "I mean... We don't have to do this, if you're not comfor—"

You eventually step closer, the snow crunching softly beneath you shoes. “What if I want to?” Austin seems taken aback for a while, but then smiles widely.

He can’t hold back any longer. Closing the small distance between you, he cups your face gently with his hands and press his lips against yours. The kiss starts tentative, as if you're both afraid of crossing the line you’d walked for so long. But when you lean into him, your arms wrapping around Austin's neck, the kiss deepens, becoming something neither of you want to end.

All that can be heard is the slight wind flowing, and smacking of your and Austin's lips. You fit perfectly into his embrace, your hands traveling to his hair, as you run your fingers through them. He is so soft and gentle, as if he's trying not to break you. Austin's arms are wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer and closer, if that's even possible.

As you break the kiss to get some air, he leans his forehead against yours. Both of you are breathless, and you're revising in your mind what just happened. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” he admitts, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Me too,” you say, your eyes shining as you looked up at him.

Austin smiles, brushing a stray snowflake from your hair. Everything seems to be too much perfect for this moment as another snowflakes starts to drop on the both of you. Austin and you look up to see how the snow starts to fall down from the black skies.

"What now?" you ask, jokingly, your heart swelling with love you feel for him. "I guess we can call it a date?" Austin grins, taking your hand.

With a nod you walk away from the mistletoe, hand in hand, both knowing something has shifted. The love you hide for so long was no longer a secret—and it felt like the start of something extraordinary.

[joequinnisgod]

(I Just) Died In Your Arms (Part II)

Part I Part II Part III

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x reader (as best friends)

Summary: After that weekend, the group reunites, angst ensues between Joe and you.

Warnings: angst, no smut in this one

Word count: 3.1k

A/N: Soo…it’s been a while since inspiration and I have hung out, but it happened eventually!! :) This is not the final part of our journey, probably part III will be.

Winter soon arrived to London with heavy snow and a low temperature. The sound of the fresh snow crunching under boots followed people's steps everywhere, as the festive lights lead the way alongside with the street lamps in the darkening late afternoon hours.

You were on your way to Jamie and Jess's house to have an early Christmas celebration with the others. As a few of you are going to be out of town for the holidays, the friend group figured you could have an early celebration and play the game of Secret Santa. On a night out you wrote your names on small pieces of paper, put it in a baseball hat and everyone picked one. Praying you wouldn't grab that name, you were quite relieved when you saw 'Jess' written in black ink.

"Hey, come in." Jamie opened the door with a wide smile on his face.

"Hi. This is for the hosts." You held up a bottle of wine with a red bow in it.

"You didn't have to. Thank you." He gestured to the wine.

He helped you take your coat off and after removing your shoes as well, you walked to the living room where the others were already deep in conversation.

"Hey." You placed the present under the tree. "What'd I miss?"

"Nothing, don't worry." Maya smiled as you sat beside her on the couch. Your eye scanned the room, but stilled on something.

On someone.

He already had his eyes on you, but looked away when your stares met. You hadn't seen Joe for the past two months.

In practice, avoiding him was actually easier than you'd thought. Majority of the group got busy with work, – including yourself – so the group chat hadn't been the liveliest. Since that weekend the group had hung out maybe three or four times, most of those occasions declined by you, expect for one; when he declined before you had the chance to.

Theoretically though, it was way harder. He wandered through your mind multiple times every day – the longest time you spent without having him on your mind wasn't more that just a couple hours. At this point he was living in your head. Sometimes, when you thought about it too much, it felt torturous, but a part of you had convinced yourself that you deserved it for rejecting him.

"Everyone's here now, so..how about we open gifts?" Jamie suggested as he walked back into the living room.

Everyone picked up the box that had the little paper with their name on it and sat back down. Wrapping paper was all over the floor in no second as everybody was curious to see what it was hiding. When you took your box in your hands, you noticed the small tag hanging from it saying 'From: Jess'.

"What's the chance? I'm also your Secret San..." You look up at Jess, only to see a different box in her hands from the one you brought. Your eyes scanned the room for the box wrapped in the red Santa hats covered paper. When your gaze caught it, you realised, the pattern of the little hats was being torn – slowly and hesitantly – by hands a little too familiar.

His hands.

Joseph had your gift.

The box with black, fluffy handcuffs and a blindfold in it was in Joe's hands.

By the time you realised what was happening in front of your eyes, it was too late. His head shot up, the confused stare of wide, rounded eyes burning into yours as he saw what was inside the box. The shade of your face started to grow the same as the colour of the santa hats.

"Hm?" Jess looked up as she heard your voice. She saw the uneasy look on your face and followed your eyes.

"That's supposed to be Jess' gift, I'm her Secret Santa, not yours!" You tried to stay as calm as possible.

"It says my name on it." He held up the paper.

"No, it says Jess!"

"No, I got Jess." You heard Maya's voice.

"It literally says 'Joe' on it!" Joseph handed you the small note that quickly became your enemy in a few seconds; it was responsible for this awkward situation.

"That's Jess." You murmured as arguing seemed easier, rather than to just accept the fact that you had actually been Joe's secret Santa all along.

"It says Joe, that's an 'o' and an 'e' at the end!" He followed the line of the pen on the paper, drawing the letters with his finger, growing more and more annoyed with the situation.

"Since when do you have such a messy handwriting? Couldn't you just write 'Joseph'?!" You sighed.

"It's not my fault you can't read three fucking letters!" He stood from the couch.

"Woah, it's okay, calm down." Jamie said as everyone else was too stunned to speak. "You misread his name, it's no big deal. Don't loose your mind over it...Nice gift, by the way." He wiggled his eyebrows with a small laugh, trying to ease the thick tension hanging in the air.

"It's..fuck...I was sure it said 'Jess'."

"Maybe you just wanted it to have 'Jess' on it." He scoffed with annoyance written all over his face.

"What is your problem?" You snapped at his attitude.

"What's my problem? What's yours?!"

"Okay, enough! Go outside and talk it out or stop it. It was supposed to be just a nice gesture, don't take it so bloody seriously for fuck's sake."

You and Joseph just eyed each other for a couple seconds, before he grabbed his pack of cigarettes and lighter from the coffee table and stormed outside, leaving you with prying looks as everyone sat in silence, not daring to move.

"I'll talk to him." Jamie walked to the front door, grabbing his own and Joseph's coat before heading outside, following him.

"What was that?" He stood next to him and held the coat open for Joseph.

"Nothing."

"Well it was quite a big scene for nothing." He humphed. "Seriously, what's the matter? You've been weird ever since she got here."

"I'm just tired."

"Don't bullshit me. What is it? You like her, so why'd you snap at her like that?" Jamie examined his face, only guessing what could have been causing so much tension.

"We, uh...we slept together." Muttered Joseph barely audibly as he sighed, his thumb and ring finger pinching the bridge of his nose as he held the cigarette between his pointing and middle finger.

"No shit." Said Jamie, unsurprised.

"What? How do you know?"

"Oh, c'mon. Even the blind can see something happened between you two."

"Do you think the others know?"

"I have no idea. I didn't say anything to anyone, so...when did it happen?"

"Uh, remember the weekend we spent at that house?"

"You two did it while Jess and I were on the other side of the wall? Seriously?"

"Well, not exactly.."

"My goodness..where?"

"The kitchen.." Mumbled Joe.

"You're kidding, right? In the kitchen? Where we had fucking breakfast?" He chuckled in disbelief, but his face dropped when he realised. "That's why you were there when I went downstairs!"

"Well, kind of..yeah."

"And what happened then? What went wrong?"

"Well..the following day we talked about it. I asked if there could ever be more between us." He stopped and sighed.

"And she..?"

"Said we should just forget it." He said as he ashed the cigarette, remembering how much those words stung when he heard them fall from your lips. Jamie hissed in empathy, only imagining how his best friend must have felt.

"Have you talked ever since that?"

"Yeah, a few minutes ago." He huffed.

They stood in silence, just listening to the busy streets of London as the cold winter air started to creep under their clothes – almost like it was trying to get under their skin, all the way to their bones.

"Let's go back inside. I'm fucking freezing."

"What do I do? I can't just go back in and act like nothing happened."

"You're going to apologise for snapping at her like that and tell them that you're just tired."

The atmosphere shifted from awkward to painfully awkward when Joe and Jamie came back inside, everyone staying silent, unsure about what to say, or do.

"Sorry for snapping at you like that. I'm just really tired." He glanced at your for a second before sitting down across from you, rather avoiding eye contact.

"It's okay." A quiet sigh escaped from you. "I'm sorry for misreading the paper."

" 'S okay." He muttered.

"Tired, eh? You had a long night?" Keery looked at Joe with a grin on his face.

The previous night some of the boys payed a visit to the group's favourite pub. Joseph sent a text to the group chat last minute, in the late evening. He just had a shit day and wanted to blow some steam off before spending a whole day around you with the endless tension. He did chat with a blondie but he found her to be rather tiring with all the talking; chitchatting with her was the last thing on his mind. He ended up leaving the pub alone, with a failed mission.

"What? No, nothing like that." Joe shook his head, not really feeling like having a conversation of that type.

"What happened to that blondie?"

"Nothing happened. It's a long story."

"You kidding me? She was all over you!"

"Whatever." Joe tried cutting the conversation short.

A nasty feeling creeped up on you suddenly by the thought of Joe flirting with other girls and even taking them home possibly. Jealousy flashed its green eyes at you, leaving you frustrated due to not really being able to do anything about it.

Two months have passed since that weekend, during which you were able to think things through. You started reminiscing about your friendship and how you always got along so well with him. Before Jason came along, you actually almost thought you had started liking Joseph, but the thought of possibly ruining your friendship scared you. But now here you were, and the more time passed without seeing him or talking to him, the more you missed him. And now that he was here in front of you, you wanted nothing more than to apologise to him. All evening you looked for moments to get him alone, unsuccessfully. During dinner he sat the furthest away from you, he avoided any interaction with you, which left you somewhat confused and hurt. It might've been cruel to decline him on that weekend, but did it really hurt him so bad?

Everything became suffocating and frustrating all of the sudden and you needed a minute alone.

"I'll be right back." You got up and walked out of the living room, to the bathroom at the end of the hallway. After closing the door behind you, you were met with your reflection in the mirror, which looked different than when you left your home. It was care-worn and anxious now, your thoughts written on your face. You were surprised nobody pointed it out. Deciding to take your mind off the topic for the rest of the night, you took a deep breath.

Upon exiting the bathroom you saw Joseph putting on his shoes and taking his coat from the rack.

"You're leaving already?" Your voice startled him.

"Uh..yeah. I have to..good night."

"Good night." You said hesitantly.

He stilled and looked at you before he walked out and the front door closed behind him with a soft click. Your mind didn't even have time to process what you were doing, and before you knew it, you already had your shoes on, reaching for the doorknob, following Joseph.

"Joe!" You saw him standing in the snow, mid-conversation, facing in the direction of the corner of the front porch, where Jamie stood, smoking. Joe's eyes examined you as you were looking at Jamie.

Your common sense caught up to you, immediately starting to curse at you for going after him.

All three of you stood in silence for a few seconds, just waiting for something to happen. Jamie ended up moving first. He put out his cigarette and walked to the front door, nodded at Joe encouragingly and went inside. Your eyes rested on the freshly fallen snow covering everything, before eventually looking at Joe who stared at you with a surprised, awaiting expression.

"I'm sorry." You barely recognised your voice, it sounded so unsure as all the courage had left you, the sudden rush of adrenaline dying down, letting the freezing temperature slowly get to you.

"You just misread my name, I'll live." He shrugged his shoulders, a tad uncomfortable in the situation.

"No, not that. I'm sorry for saying that we should just forget what happened..between us."

He didn't say anything, just nodded, unamused – not exactly the reaction you expected, so you continued. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I really didn't regret it, but it still feels somewhat wrong. I didn't intend to make you feel used…you weren't a rebound."

"Then what was I?" He asked, clearly hurt.

"I don't know, but definitely not just a rebound. Listen, I'm not ready for any sort of romantic commitment yet." It got quiet for a few moments before you carried on, with a voice barely above a whisper. "I miss you. I miss us being best friends."

"And what do you want me to say to that?" He huffed.

"I don't know." You said quietly, completely regretting coming after him now.

"Is there anything you know?" Mockery and disbelief was dripping from his tone, making you feel small, and more embarrassed and frustrated than ever.

"You know what I know? I know that I fucked up and I hurt you, but after two months of avoiding each other I'm standing here, apologising. I said sorry, sincerely, and I also know that in this very moment you're being a jackass!"

"Me, a jackass?!" His eyebrows almost met his hairline in disbelief.

"Yeah, because I'm saying sorry and feeling bad for hurting you and you can't accept my fucking apology! What else could I say to make you believe I truly am sorry?! I never thought you'd get so caught up in this."

"Of course I'm gonna get caught up in this! Just when I finally feel like I might have a chance with you, you reject me!"

"What's that even supposed to mean?"

"It means that I've liked you for fucking ages, for fuck's sake! And I understand that you were confused and the last thing I wanted to do was forcing myself upon you, but you also have to understand that this isn't easy for me! I tried getting over you, but I see you in every woman I talk to!"

You were stunned, to say the least. Silence settled between you – the kind that makes you feel like you're walking on very thin ice.

"You liked me?"

"Of course I did!" He threw his arms in the air in disbelief. "I do."

"Since when? And why didn't you say anything?!"

"For about a year now. And I was gonna tell you.."

"When?"

"When you introduced fucking Jason to us! I was going to make a move on you that night."

You truly didn't know what to say or do at this point. Your thoughts were racing as the eye contact never broke between you two.

"So what now?"

"What now?" He reciprocated your question. "You're flying home for Christmas, I guess?"

"I am." You nodded.

"When are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow, in the early afternoon. I'm coming back on the 28th."

At that moment it felt like everything that had to be, was said. You just stood there, your eyes wandering from each other to the landscape. You both waited for the other to say something, neither of you truly wanting to say goodbye yet.

"I um..I have to wake up early tomorrow." His voice sounded eventually. "So..take care. And get inside, it's freezing."

"Take care."

"Good night."

You said goodbye to him before he got into his car. Your eyes followed the taillights of his car with an upset, distressed gaze. You were truly hoping this tension filled situation would come to an end finally. With a heavy heart you walked back inside, only now noticing the cruelly low temperature outside.

You didn't sleep so much throughout the night. His words kept you awake as you replayed them in your head on an endless loop. The more you remembered him saying he liked you, the more it warmed your heart and made you feel excited. Regret and shame filled every part of your body for doing all of this to him, for creating such a mess – even though you never intended to.

As you were packing your suitcases in the early morning, you were secretly hoping – not even admitting it to yourself – that Joe would show up. The sound of your doorbell – which you usually absolutely despised as it always stressed you out when hearing it – was all you wanted to hear. It would've been the sweetest sound at that very moment.

Actually, you were sure at this point you had forgotten to pack something, but you couldn’t be bothered to care – you just couldn't stop thinking about him for not even a second. Not when you were packing, not in the back of the cab on your way to the airport, but most certainly not at the airport, where all you could see were couples. Suddenly you were the only single person left on the planet, it felt like. It was like a twisted game karma was playing with you, with a nasty grin on its face. Seeing lovers telling their goodbyes while hugging and kissing, squeezing in a laugh or two between their falling tears felt sickening all of the sudden.

When you heard the announcement from the speakers saying that your flight was boarding, you just wanted to cry.

Maybe this was the moment he is going to show up?

Running through the airport, chasing after you to tell you he'll forgive you, and ask you that question again?

But soon you had to get back to reality and realise this wasn't Love Actually and Joe wasn't the older version of Sam, just like you weren't the older version of Joanna.

You sat in your seat on the plane, just blankly staring at your phone's darkened screen, waiting for it to light up with his name written across it. You glanced up occasionally, watching people claiming their seats.

Couples everywhere again.

They just can't seem run out for Christ's sake, now can they?

You waited until the last second, before turning your phone off, accepting the silence.

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This Christmas

This Christmas

Summary

Crowley, awakening from a nap to the sound of Aziraphale and Muriel preparing the Christmas decorations, realized that this Christmas was going to be different from all the others. For the best.

Notes

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Rating G -  850 words

Of all the memories Crowley had, there was no particular Christmas he could recall. There were the ones he'd spent with Aziraphale, but what he remembered was the moment he had to leave the warmth of the bookshop and go home alone to his cold apartment.

But not this time. 

This Christmas was different.

He'd fallen asleep on the sofa, but without opening his eyes, he knew that everything would be new.

He could hear Aziraphale and Muriel unpacking the Christmas decorations, whispering so as not to wake him. Aziraphale was delighted to have found someone with whom he could share his enthusiasm for the holidays.

This Christmas was different.

Crowley wouldn't have to leave when it was over.

He would watch as Aziraphale and Muriel opened their gifts. 

The floor would be littered with crumpled papers and decorative bows.

The smell of cinnamon hot chocolate would waft through the air. 

Maybe he would show the two angels a new romantic Christmas comedy he had discovered.

Aziraphale would boast about a probable rare edition of a Christmas tale whose scenario was more likely than Crowley's movie.

Muriel would laugh at them.

The demon couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Crowley, maybe you should open your eyes sometime today. I know a jolly elf who'd love to decorate the tree." 

Eyes closed and lost in thought, Crowley hadn't noticed Aziraphale approaching. 

He leaned into the hand that was buried in his hair as Muriel protested, "Aziraphale, I heard you! You're even more impatient than I am! You even said Crowley should wake up so we could decorate the tree with him."

Crowley couldn't help but chuckle as Aziraphale turned with an offended look to the other angel who had just outed him.

Yes, this Christmas was going to be different because he was home, because Aziraphale was there, because Muriel was there, because they formed this strange but no less real family.

He didn't open his eyes and murmured, "Usually the prince wakes the princess with a kiss.... "

Aziraphale chuckled softly and leaned over Crowley to kiss him gently.

A flash of light made them pull apart and they turned their heads to Muriel, who was holding their phone and smiling innocently as they said, "What? I'm putting together my Christmas photo album and I have to start somewhere. An angel and a demon kissing under a sprig of mistletoe... it's perfect."

They looked up and saw that there was indeed a small branch of mistletoe floating in the air. The angel and the demon looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Aziraphale straightened up and turned to Muriel, saying softly, " We're going to have to get you a Christmas elf hat, because you fit the role perfectly."

Muriel winked at the angel, and a little red and green hat with a big white pompom appeared on their black curls.

Aziraphale laughed again, joined by the other angel, while Crowley stood there watching them as a warm sensation ran through his body, filling him with emotion.

Aziraphale had noticed this and approached him before placing his hand on the demon's cheek and saying quietly, "So, shall we decorate the tree?"

Muriel watched them approach and asked, almost shyly, "May I put the star on the tree?"

Crowley raised an eyebrow and asked, "Does that mean I have to carry you?"

Muriel giggled and replied, "Why carry me...when I can perform a miracle?"

Aziraphale interjected, looking almost offended as he said, "No, no magic, it's either the stepladder or Crowley."

Crowley and Muriel chuckled, then the demon reached out to Muriel and said in an amused tone, "Come on, little elf, climb on!"

Aziraphale handed the star to Muriel, then Crowley gave them a leg up before letting them sit on his shoulder. They were about to place the star on the tree when Aziraphale exclaimed, "Muriel, wait! Tradition dictates that when you place the star on the tree, you must make a wish."

Muriel remained silent for a few moments, then Crowley, seeing that they weren't moving, looked up at the angel and saw their eyes were shining with tears. 

He asked them gently, "Hey, little bee, what's wrong?"

Muriel, whose voice was slightly hoarse with emotion, replied, "On the contrary, everything is fine, so what can I wish for when I have everything I could possibly want?"

Crowley and Aziraphale looked at each other, both emotional now.

Aziraphale approached the side of Crowley's shoulder where Muriel was sitting and put his arm around them, squeezing the demon's shoulder and saying softly, looking at Muriel, "So let's make a wish that it lasts forever."

Muriel nodded and placed the star on the tree.

Crowley looked at their happy expression, then looked at Aziraphale and saw that he was looking at him, the same expression on his face.

The angel silently mouthed, "I love you."

As he responded in kind, Crowley knew he probably had the same happy expression on his face as the two angels. 

Yes, this Christmas and all the ones to follow would really be different.

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Christmas Fics 2023 (Part 9):

Anything by MissiAmphetamine (Kaleidoscope) - T, one-shot - Just a fluffy little one-shot written while recovering from Christmas lunch, based on an accidental prompt by Pidanka, 'Anything'. Draco Malfoy, Auror, is assigned an unwanted partner; Hermione Granger, formerly working in the Artefacts and Evidence Department.

mercy in the snow by hauntedopal - M, one-shot - A work trip on Christmas Eve goes awry. “This is all your fault,” Hermione hissed. “You’re quite right, Granger,” drawled Malfoy. “It is my fault we found this pathetic excuse of a cabin to shelter in during this snowstorm. How horrible of me.”

A Christmas Confession by vellichorwrites - E, one-shot - “Gran—Hermione.” Her name sounds like a vow on his tongue. Sweet and earnest and desperate. Christmassy Dramione.

(And at Christmas you tell the truth) by Sienna_Black - E, one-shot -Muggle AU where Draco and Hermione meet as teens, fall in secret love at first sight, but are both convinced they have been ‘Friendzoned’ by the other. It all comes to a head when a handsome sports star enters their lives four days before Christmas.

EVERGREEN by fleurdejasmine - T, WIP - Instead of going to Azkaban, Draco Malfoy is sentenced to manual labor. Banned from using magic, he takes odd jobs to meet the requirements of his punishment. Like a muggle. The last place he expects to work is at Hagrid’s Christmas tree farm. He’s humiliated, exhausted, and bitter at the world. Hermione Granger’s frequent visits aren’t helping, either.

Cheap Wine by Lia_Redrose - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione Malfoy have been married for some time now. They have to attend a gala for Christmas. Surprises await :)

Ashes & Soot (The Santa Clause au) by undercoverdrxco - T, one-shot - “I’m Draco Malfoy. Not Santa Clause.” He insisted while shaking his head, looking back up to her face. She didn't falter at all, her consistent smile began to irk Draco entirely. “Obviously.” “Old Santa is gone and someone must step up. You were obviously chosen, Draco Malfoy.” Trixie told him with a sparkle of magic in her eye. Draco swallowed a laugh that would have been loud and in her face as she continued, “Please, put on the suit.” - Or the one where Draco Malfoy becomes Santa Clause

Mind The Gap by SunflowersXx - G, one-shot - How on earth did Hermione Granger end up in the same tube as Draco bloody Malfoy, two weeks before Christmas? In which Hermione runs into Draco on the tube and they spend the next two weeks crossing paths on their morning commute and it all feels just a little like their knitted strings were meant to tie into a neat little Christmas bow.

Life Changing Mistletoe by MidnightPhilosopher - T, one-shot - Draco stumbles upon Hermione out in the garden during the Yule Ball. They get caught under an enchanted mistletoe. Draco tried to convince her that a kiss would be the fastest way out of the situation. It also puts them in a whole different sort of situation. Last fluffy day of Tumblr 12 Days of Christmas

A Perfectly Normal Christmas by Kayka - T, one-shot - Hermione should have realized Christmas was doomed when the mistletoe spontaneously caught fire. This was all somehow Draco Malfoy's fault, and now she can't seem to stop running into him everywhere.

The Malfoy Clause by d_read64 (76ducky64) - E, 7 chapters - Draco knew that, upon his father’s death, he would have to take over the Malfoy Estate. What he did not know, however, is that included in his newfound responsibilities is becoming the pinnacle of a muggle holiday once a year. Or: Draco discovers he must become Santa Claus to save the Malfoy Magic all while navigating his enormous crush on his holiday-loving friend, Hermione Granger. Inspired by The Santa Clause!

Darry Christmas by Starlight934 - G, one-shot - Draco Malfoy spends his first Christmas at the Burrow. He is nervous but he has Harry at his side and nothing could make him happier. Come with them and the Weasley family to enjoy a Darry Christmas

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The Twelve Days of Zodiacs - Day 9

"On the ninth day of Christmas, my Zodiacs gave to me, Nine sledders sledding, Eight drinkers drinking, Seven bakers baking, Six ornaments, Five ugly sweaters, Four wrapped presents, Three snowmen, Two bread rolls, And a snowball fight under a tree."

it should be noted that this story is in a modern AU, aka an AU where no magic exists. everyone is just normal and untraumatized! the modern AU names for the characters are listed below:

TZE! Sagittarius: Will TZE! Centaurus: Lily TZE! Sagitta: Orchid TZE! Piscis Austrinus: Doremi TZE! Leo Minor: Lailah TZE! Auriga: Nagisa TZE! Phoenix: Aoife

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next chapter is here!

"It's really windy out today, isn't it?" Cassie shouted over the sound of the aforementioned winds.

"Just a little further!" Alex shouted back as he somehow managed to drag both Ciara and Cassie on his sled. "Almost at the top of the hill!"

"He's dragged me up this hill every year since I was little," Ciara said as they slowly inched up the snow-covered hill. "Though I can't imagine it's gotten any easier."

"Hey, what good is having muscles for if not for this?" Alex asked, taking one of his hands off the rope tied to the sled in order to flex his bicep. "I'm putting my skills to good use—oh, shit!"

Cassie yelped as the sled began to slowly slide down the hill. She grabbed at the sides of the sled, bumping into Ciara as she did. Alex immediately grabbed at the rope and hefted them back up.

"Having trouble over there?" An unfamiliar voice called as they finally reached the peak of the hill. Alex looked up at the voice and started groaning.

"Will!" Ciara shouted, climbing out of the sled and almost immediately falling face-first into the snow. "Hi!"

Now that the speaker was in sight, Cassie could see that it was a boy in a bright blue parka, and neon orange scarf. His long, black hair was secured in a ponytail with a white headband, and it flapped in the wind. He was holding what looked like a snowboard.

"William Cheng," Alex said as he bowed deeply, seemingly mocking the other boy. "To what do I owe the honor, Yale acceptant?"

"You got into Yale?" Cassie asked in awe. Ciara nodded vigorously, while Will just shrugged. Alex scoffed, loudly. 

"Alexios Ramirez-Moreau." Will bowed back. "Fancy seeing you here, this fine day."

"Cassie, this is Diane's son!" Ciara took Will by the hand and dragged him over to Cassie. "Will, this is my new friend, Cassie!"

"Good to meet you!" Cassie reached her hand up, and Will shook it with his gloved hand. "Hey, uh, are you actually die-hard enemies with Alex?"

"Alex?" Will glanced over at the other boy, who was still scowling at him. "Nah. He just thinks we are. I've been keeping it up just for fun."

"Lin! Lin!" A tiny voice shouted, coming up from the hill. "Liiiiin! Push me again! Again!"

A small girl, with the same dark hair as Will's, came running up the hill, the two purple pom-poms on her head bouncing up and down. Cassie assumed that this must be Orchid, Will's younger sister.

Loud stomping could be heard behind her, and Cassie belatedly realized that there were four other kids running up the hill behind her, dragging their own sleds behind them. 

One of them had dark red hair tied back in a braid. She was tugging her sled the most aggressively, shouting for someone named Nagi to hurry up. Behind her was a boy with short black hair and a pale blue hat—this must be Nagi—whining for her to slow down. Behind them was Doremi—this was a small world after all—and a girl with dark brown hair with blonde streaks.

"Hua-hua," Will said as Orchid shoved the sled she was tugging into his arms. "Say hi to Ra-ra! You remember her, don't you?"

"Ra-ra!" Orchid said cheerfully, pointing up at Ciara's face. "Will you race me and my friends?"

"We just raced!" The boy whined, tugging at Orchid's sleeve. "Gimme a break!" 

"Ugh, Nagi." All four girls chorused, staring at the boy.

"You're such a killjoy!" The girl with braided hair—her hat had the word 'Aoife' stitched across it, so Cassie assumed that was her name—declared, bonking Nagi on the head. 

"Now, now, give Nagisa a little break." Will patted Nagisa on the head. All the children began crowding around Will, vying for head pats as well. "Hey, all of you have a new friend to play with! This is Cassie!"

All the children turned in unison towards Cassie, and Cassie briefly felt a shock of fear run through her. 

"Hi!" All five elementary school kids shouted, all together. 

"I'm Lailah!" The girl with blonde streaks shouted. She seemed to be the most outgoing of the group. She grabbed Doremi by the hand and dragged her over to Cassie. "This is my friend Doremi!" She then grabbed Aoife by the hand and dragged her over as well. "And this is my friend Aoife!" 

"I know Cassie already!" Doremi said, wrenching her hand out of Lailah's grasp. "She helped me build a snowman!" 

"Can we race you?" Orchid asked, pushing her way to the front. "Please? Pleaaaaaaase?"

"Hm, I don't know about that," Ciara said, standing up. She pointed at each kid, counting out loud. "One, two, three, four, five. There's seven of us! And only four sleds! Can you get another person to join our race, so it's fair?"

“Jiejie!” Orchid declared, sweeping her hand across the hilltop. “She’s coming up right now!”

As she said this, another figure began approaching. Her hair was streaked with dark blue and tied back in a long braid. She was laughing, texting someone on her phone as she trudged up the hill.

“Zuzu!” Orchid shouted, running towards the woman. The woman—Zuzu, apparently—looked up as the girl crashed into her legs.

“Lily!” Will shouted, waving his hand towards his sister. “Did Mama tell you to come here?”

“Hm? Hi!” Lily said, patting Orchid’s head. “Yeah, Mama wanted me to watch over you guys.”

“What, she doesn’t trust me enough?” Will asked, walking over to stand next to his sisters. “I’m a college student now. I live, like, ten thousand miles away from home! I've been functioning perfectly fine!”

“Yeah, and the last time she left you with Orchid, she was crying because you googled ‘magical girl anime’ and decided it was a good idea to show a five year old Madoka Magica.”

Will opened his mouth, closed it, apparently saw that he had no good retort, and then turned back to Orchid. "Well, now you can race against them, yeah?"

"Yeah!" All of the children shouted at the same time.

"We're gonna kick your a—" Ciara hesitated for a second, realizing that she was about to swear in front of a bunch of ten year olds. Cassie had to repress a laugh. "Your butts. Yeah. That."

"Let's start!" Will declared. From somewhere in the back, Alex groaned.

-

Alex was voted as the person to draw the finish line, and so he was forced to walk all the way down the hill. He drew a huge line in the snow with a stick, between two large pine trees.

"Good enough?!" He shouted, waving both his hands up at them. He looked so small, all the way down there. Ciara laughed, pointing at her older brother. "Hey! Stop laughing! You look way smaller than normal too!"

"Can't hear you!" Ciara made the 'L' sign at Alex, who made it back. "Too tiny!"

"Whoever crosses the finish line first owes everyone else a cup of hot chocolate!" Will fumbled with his phone as he spoke, presumably wanting to record the races.

"Gege, I can't have hot chocolate, remember?" Orchid tugged at Will's jacket. "Mama said I can't have hot chocolate without my special pills."

"You can get one of your cookies, okay?" Will gently picked up his younger sister, placing her on the sled in front of Lily. Orchid nodded, placing her older sister's arms around her shoulders.

"You ready?" Ciara asked, tugging at the ropes of her sled. Cassie nodded, climbing on the sled behind her and wrapping her arms around her shoulders.

"I hope you know how to steer this thing." Cassie looked around cautiously, looking for any particularly sharp rocks or tree roots. "Please don't kill us."

“I got this.” Ciara planted her foot on the ground, preparing to kick off. Cassie did the same. Next to them, Orchid was excitedly playing with her sled ropes. Lily was sitting behind her, holding the ropes as well. Nagisa and Aoife were on one sled, and Doremi and Lailah were on another.

“READY!”

Ciara tightened her grip on the ropes.

“SET!”

Cassie sucked in a deep breath.

“GO!”

They all kicked off at the same time, gaining speed as gravity took hold of the sled. The trees and rocks all blurred together, becoming colorful smears against the white backdrop of the snow.

Sitting on the sled, watching the scenery pass her by, Cassie felt as though she was light enough to fly away.

“HECK YEAH!” Ciara screamed as they careened down the hill. Her hair whipped around her face, and Cassie was sure that her own hair was doing the same.

Near the bottom of the hill, there was a patch of rocks hidden underneath the snow, and Cassie swore she could feel every single jagged rock underneath them. To their left, Orchid was squealing every time she and her sister ran over a rock. To their right, Nagisa was screaming in fright, with Aoife yelling at him to stop being such a scaredy cat. Behind them, Cassie could hear Doremi shouting about how they got stuck, accompanied by Lailah's groaning.

“Really bumpy patch coming up ahead!” Ciara managed to warn Cassie before they ran over a truly massive rock.

“Hold on!” Ciara screamed, as Cassie wrapped her arms tighter around her shoulders.

“I’m holding on!” They hit rock after rock, both girls screaming as they did. The one time Cassie managed to glance over at Orchid and Lily, she found that they had pulled over, probably opting to forfeit the competition. Nagisa had chickened out, abandoning his sled and lying in the snow. Aoife was standing over him, probably berating him.

“The finish line!” Both girls shouted at the same time. The line in the snow was barely visible from where they were, Alex standing and pacing back and forth.

“So close!” Cassie yelled, mentally trying to urge Ciara to go faster. “C’mon!”

And just as they were close enough to clearly see the finish line, their sled crashed into the biggest rock yet. The end of the sled jammed into the rock, sending both of them flying into the snow.

“WHOA—“

“OW—“

“JESUS CHRIST—!” Alex yelped as he dove out of the way of the girls. Cassie was sent flying face-first into a snowdrift, while Ciara landed on her back, her head coming dangerously close to a nearby tree.

“You good?” Cassie called out, pulling her face out of the snow. She shivered as the cold wetness managed to find its way into her jacket.

Ciara seemed to be worse off, as she seemed to have gotten snow into her shirt, and was violently trying to shake the slush out of her clothes.

“Cold! Cold, cold, cold!” She yelped as Alex picked her up to try and shake the snow out. “Alex, not sure if that’s helping!”

“The winner is…!” Will shouted as he snowboarded down the hill, expertly weaving his way in and out of the rocks and trees. “C & C! Cassie and Ciara!”

“We won!” Cassie held out her hand for Ciara to high-five, the latter giving her a full-hearted high five despite her condition.

"No fair!" All the children slowly began trickling down the hill, all of them being very disappointed that they lost.

"Rematch! Rematch!" Lailah shouted as Doremi lugged her sled behind her. "Ours got stuck! Not fair!"

"Nagi chickened out!" Aoife shook Nagisa back and forth by the shoulders.

"Now, now," Will said, spreading his arms out wide. "I think we should all go back inside for some snacks! We should warm up a little bit, yeah? Ciara definitely needs it."

"Snacks! Snacks!" All of the children dutifully trooped down the hill, their ire forgotten in the face of snacks. Lily lead the way to her house, with Will and Alex following in her stead, arguing as they went.

"That was pretty fun," Cassie said, though her teeth were clattering from the cold. Ciara shivered as she walked next to her. "Hot chocolate sounds pretty good."

"Yeah, it does." Ciara shook her head, still trying to get all the snow out. "But, hey, at least we won!"

Cassie grinned, bumping her fist against Ciara's. Despite the cold, the thrill of victory warmed their hearts.

"We won."

check out @sweet-star-cookie's starglass zodiac lore if you liked this!! questions about my lore are greatly appreciated!!

[questionableratatouille00]

𝕌𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝕣𝕖𝕖

Pairing: Thor Odinson x Reader

Summary: Teaching a Norse God about your Christmas traditions did not sound like something you expected to be doing. But when his enthusiasm sparks happiness in your fellow Avengers, you can’t say you regret it.

Warnings: kissing? Christmas. That’s really it, I’m pretty sure.

“I’m sure Steve already explained the basics of Christmas to you and Loki?” You guessed, walking down the halls of the Compound with the Asgardian prince himself.

“You are correct to assume such. He and the man of spiders explained your Midgardian traditions to me. I find it quite enjoyable!” His booming voice proved his excitement.

“Well, that’s what we’re decorating for.” You grinned, shifting the way you were holding the large cardboard box. “You haven’t been on Earth for Christmas yet, have you?”

“Indeed not.” He replied, carrying the huge Christmas tree box as if he was carrying an empty paper bag. His strength was still amazing to you, even though you’d known him for over two years at this point.

“Okay. Well, basically, all of us celebrate here in the Compound. Most of us don’t have anywhere else to go, but anyone who has a family—like Clint and Sam—can bring their family up here for the Holidays. It’s fun. We have dinner together, we decorate, and we do all the other holiday traditions together.” You summarize.

“Decorating is what we are doing now?” He questioned. You nodding, grinning. “This is Wanda’s favorite part. And maybe mine too, but I really like it all.”

Thor nodded along as you reached the living room. The plan was to have two Christmas trees in the living room; one on each side of the TV. Sam, Wanda, Bucky, Steve, and Nat were already setting up the tree on the left of the TV.

“You can set the box down right there.” You pointed to a space near one of the three large couches.

He did, setting it down and watching as you began to open it.

You listened to Bucky and Sam argue over ornaments, laughing quietly to yourself.

You guided Thor on how to attach the three parts of the tree together. He picked it up quickly, and you were slightly surprised at how easily it came to him. He picked out the prettiest ornaments, placing them on the higher part of the tree. It was helpful, considering you couldn’t reach that part of said tree.

“I don’t know why Tony chose 9’0 trees,” you handed Thor the star that was meant to go on the top of the tree.

“For style!” Bucky grunted, and you looked over in the direction of the strained voice.

Sam was sitting on Bucky’s shoulders, stretching up to tie a bow on top of the tree.

“You guys know we have a ladder, right..?” You blinked. Wanda shook her head at you; Nat made a swift ‘don’t worry about it’ gesture.

You chuckled at the two idiots, watching them bicker with each other. You turned your gaze to Steve, finding him to be staring at the two of them like a disappointed father.

“Jesus Christ.” You murmured.

“That would be the wrong God,” Thor teased. You laughed a little, shaking your head. “You know what I meant.”

You continued putting up decorations, and his excitement was contagious.

It was when he kissed you that you were shocked.

“Wh-what was that for?” You stared up at the God.

“Your tradition. I saw a green plant.” He pointed to Pepper’s fake succulent she forced Tony to keep in the Compound’s kitchen, which you were currently decorating in.

“What?” You stared at him, utterly confused.

“The green plants. And kissing a beautiful person.”

You felt your cheeks get hot at that. “I—thank you? But..that’s not it. It’s mistletoe. You hang it from somewhere, and then if you and someone else stand under it at the same time, you have to kiss.”

“I think I like my version better,” he murmured, placing his finger under your chin, leaning in slightly. “May I?” His voice was deep, rugged. And so fucking hot.

You nodded, and then he kissed you. Maybe you liked his tradition better, too.

A/n: sorry for the recurring theme of mistletoe, I swear the next few days will be more original.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

tomorrows hint:

Oh-ho, the mistletoe Is hung where you can see Somebody waits for you Kiss her once for me

[weirdoldstans]

(Happy Holidays! 🥰 I hope you enjoy this little piece.)

Stanford was way too excited to sleep. Today was Christmas Eve, and any second Santa would be coming down the chimney to deliver presents for all the good boys in the house. Daddy told him so. And Ford has been very good this year.

Well, moderately good at least. He could count on one hand how many temper tantrums he had and maybe on both hands how many times daddy had to bend him over his knee for getting into things in the past month. But daddy said he'd been a very good boy. He told him everyday just how good he was.

So Ford was positive Santa would come visit and as an anomaly researcher Ford felt it his duty to catch the man in the act, just to see how he worked and ask a ton of questions.

Questions included: how does he manage to visit all the kids all over the world in one night, why did he name his reindeer what he did, how does he get into a house with no chimney, and most importantly, why did Santa find it humorous to gift his daddy a paddle with Ford's name on it last year? His butt certainly didn't think it was funny.

So, even though he wasn't supposed to, he unlatched his crib and crawled out before making his way to the den where he, and daddy had set up their tree. He kneeled on the floor by the couch, hidden from view.

Thankfully he didn't have to wait long as he heard the telltale sounds of boots coming down the hall and descending the stairs.

His binkie was going a mile a minute as he saw Santa in all his glory coming up to the tree and heaving his sack off his shoulder. Numerous festively wrapped presents were placed under the tree with beautifully done bows and shiny paper.

He really must have been a good boy this year as he could see about 80 percent of the gifts were for him. The others were for daddy and Papa when he returned from his work trip.

He leaned in, desperate to see anything that could be put in his journal later. This action, he would learn to regret. The sparkly lights that decorated the tree twinkled beautifully and reflected off of Ford's glasses.

Santa’s head whipped to the side and spotted Ford. Gasping, he tried to dive behind the couch to hide, his diapered bottom sticking out.

“Stanford Pines!” Santa caught him and pulled him back by the seat of his onesie. “You naughty boy, what are you doing out of bed? Don't you know little boys shouldn't spy on Santa?”

Ford panicked and wriggled. “But, but-”

“No buts, little boy. You know better, your daddy put you to bed hours ago.” Santa heaved him up. “You know, your daddy vouched for you this year despite all your temper tantrums and mischievous deeds, he said you were a precious angel. I see he was mistaken, as all I see is someone who's on the top of my naughty list!”

Ford felt tears prickle at his eyes. No, no! Daddy had vouched for him!? And he let his daddy down. His face grew red and those traitorous tears started to fall, wetting his lashes. Santa was right. He was a naughty boy. One of Santa's gloved hands tilted his chin up.

“Now, now, no need to fuss. Santa has just the thing to make naughty boys into good boys.” He put Ford down and scooted him to the tree to a large box.

Ford looked up, confused. Santa motioned towards it. “Go on, you can open that one.” Not wanting to disobey, Ford carefully un-tied the bow and tore off the paper. Inside the box was a small vibrating plug and a flat backed paddle brush with snowflakes decorating it.

“There's a good boy. Now hand these to Santa.” Ford did as he was told before he was hauled up and brought over to bend over the arm of the couch.

His diaper was pulled ever so slightly down, just enough to uncover his little boy hole, and the pop of a cap sounded right after.

Ford squirmed and whined when Santa's cold fingers entered him, thrusting into his special spot over and over, stretching him out.

“Santa!” Ford whined. “Only daddy and Papa can touch that!”

“Don't worry sweetheart, your daddy gave me special permission if I caught you out of bed. Seems as though he knew the mischief you'd get up to tonight.” Santa's hand retreated and was replaced with the plug. Ford gasped when it turned on, sending a bolt of pleasure up his spine.

“Now, only good boys get to cum. If you can count up to twenty strokes with the brush without cummin’ or peein’ your little diaper then I'll count you on the nice list.”

Another whine. He'd already peed his diaper when Santa grabbed him.

Santa grasped at his wet diaper and chuckled. “I see you already beat me to the punch there. Alright, but no cummin’.” With that, he popped Ford square on the bottom, getting a howl.

Santa made sure that all twenty smacks were just as stingy and hurty as the previous one. Not to mention, each hit forced the plug to rub again at his special spot, making his cock hard and jump with each hit.

Ford couldn't help himself really. He collapsed into a pool of tears against the arm, crying and kicking his feet, pleading with Santa.

Just when he was sure his bottom would never be the same again, or just plain fall off, Santa started to rub his sore cheeks and back, soothing the ache.

“There we go, you did so well. Santa is very proud of you.” He reached under Ford and grasped at his cock. “Go on little one, fuck into my hand and cum to your little heart's desire.”

He didn't need to be told twice. Over the sound of his blood pounding in his ears and the crinkle of his diaper, Ford humped Santa's hand, mewls falling from his lips.

“Good boy. There we go, come on, you have my permission to cum. You can do it.” Santa praised him. Moans from deep with his chest erupted forth as the hot pool of molten heat in his belly shot out of his dick. He kept humping, desperate for more as he started to come down from his high.

Santa only chuckled at his antics.

Once he was done, Santa removed the plug and pulled his diaper back up before grabbing him to sit on his lap.

Ford was exhausted! His poor behind was on fire and he was more tired than ever! He looked up, softly suckling on his binkie as Santa held him close.

Wait, those eyes! He would recognize those anywhere.

Ford pulled Santa's beard down and gasped. His daddy was Santa!? Stan chuckled mirthfully at his look of betrayal.

“Oh now, don't look so scandalized. Santa just enlisted daddy's help to make sure you got your presents this year, little boy.” He pulled Ford in closer, popping his binkie out to plant a kiss on him. “And you were a very good boy, you even got a present early.”

Ford didn't much appreciate the present.

Daddy's hard cock in those cherry red pants was a much better present to receive anyways, as was getting to snuggle with him in Daddy's bed until the morning.

Merry Christmas indeed.

wahhh nice!! i'm v tired from my own christmas prep so apologies if i don't have much specific to say, but yesss, cute bb ford and "santa" <333

thank you!!

[bitletsanddrabbles]

Fic: A Perfectly Normal Chrismas

This is about the only instance ever in which I will use name mashing, because it is 100% applicable.

Back during the pandemic @tuesdayintheservantshall wanted an Introvert Thomas/Extrovert Chris Modern AU piece. My retail frazzled essential worker brain latched onto the chance for therapy was happy to oblige. I did another for Valentine's.

I always wanted to do one for Christmas, to sort of round out the set, but there didn't feel like there was enough progression from there to V-Day, and then if I waited until the next Christmas the pandemic would be over.

..."over"...

It's been eating at me, though, so I finally decided you know what? Why not? Let's get the boys out of the pandemic zone and into the annual jab zone!

And so I wrote this. Once again making Thomas suffer my personal brand of low-key, non-combat PTSD.

Merry Chrismas, everyone.

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Thomas pulled into his parking spot, applied the break, killed the engine, and pulled out his phone. I’m home. Turn off the Christmas music. With the pandemic over, or as over as it ever would be, people were shopping again. While it might have been a bit slower than years past, and definitely slow enough that retailers where bemoaning the lack of sales, it was definitely closer to the normal hustle and bustle than the previous year had been, which meant Thomas wanted to shoot something. Maybe a customer. Maybe himself. Maybe just the display radios in the electronics department which someone insisted on having blare All Christmas Music All The Time. He’d lose his job for destroying merchandise, he was certain, but it would be worth it.

Of course, given that he didn’t hunt or stalk at all, he didn’t own a gun, but that was a minor detail.

Chris, being free from the curse of retail, didn’t have to put up with it. Given that his company was still allowing their employees to work from home three out of five days a week (although now it was from fear of a strike rather than fear of COVID) , he took the opportunity to listen to Christmas music whenever he was at home, which meant Thomas had to warn him before he got to the flat if he didn’t want to have his ears gouged out.

It’s safe!

With a sigh, Thomas opened the door and climbed out of the car. At least he no longer felt the need to have a smoke before going into the flat. Then again, it was Christmas Eve and Chris had worked from home. Perhaps it would have been wise to have a bracing fag before he went up. He paused half way up the stairs, considering, then shook his head and kept going. If he stopped now, Chris would just worry.

He reached the door and eyed it, pondering for a moment. On a whim, he tried to doorknob. He was not exactly shocked to find it unlocked. He pushed it open and carefully stepped inside.

The Christmas lights had gone up the first week of December. The tree was artificial, much to Chris’s dismay, but there was no way to find a real one small enough for the flat. That was actually a good thing, in the end, because it had gone up the second week and had been steadily gaining decorations ever since. Thomas had even gotten to add a few. The lights around the flat - mostly across the tops of the doors and along the larger pieces of furniture, like the entertainment center - had gone up in increments. There was only one major change since Thomas had left that morning, and that was Chris.

The other man stood in front of the Christmas tree, his arms outstretched, showing off his newest bathrobe. It was green with printed ‘garland’ and, of all things, real, blinking lights. He also had a bow on top of his head. “Welcome home, oh love of my life! Merry Christmas!”

“Christmas isn’t until tomorrow, Chris,” Thomas informed him, shaking his head, although he couldn’t help but smile. He didn’t even bother wondering if the other man was wearing boxers under that robe. By now he knew the answer. He shrugged out of his coat and hung it up. “And please tell me that you didn’t get me one of those robes as well.” They still had the matching heart robes from Valentine’s day, which Thomas would at least admit were warm and comfortable.

“Well it’s a good thing the answer’s ‘no’ or that would have broken my heart,” Chris scoffed. “Don’t worry. I know you better than that.”

“Oh good.”

The other man’s expression turned rakish. “No, this is just the wrapping for your real Christmas present.”

Thomas paused, half way through pulling his scarf off, then finished the motion and hung it up with the coat. On the one hand, it was a perfectly Chris move. On the other hand, he’d just gotten home and was still tired and hungry and he could smell meat of some sort, which means there was dinner to be had. Turning, he favored the other man with a smirk. “Really? You plan on staying right like that until tomorrow morning, then?”

The other man gave him a cagey look. “Well, I was thinking that you could open one present tonight…”

Still smirking, Thomas turned and walked into the kitchen. “Oh no, I couldn’t do that,” he protested. “It would break tradition. Don’t want bad luck on Christmas.” What passed for their dining table had an actual table cloth on it (Thomas hadn’t known they owned one. It must be new.), was already set, and had a candle waiting to be lit in the center. He inhaled appreciatively. “Dinner smells good, though. What did you make?”

“Cornish game hens,” Chris replied, following Thomas into the kitchen and wrapping his arms around him from behind. He rested his chin on his lover’s shoulder and whined, “But you aren’t really going to make me wait until tomorrow, are you?”

“I’m hungry, Chris.” The proclamation was delivered in Thomas’s most brisk, professional tone. “You should know better than to expect me to do anything before food.”

Chris laughed, the sound warm in Thomas’s ear. “Alright, alright! But after…?”

“After,” Thomas twisted around until he was facing Chris and could wrap his own arms around the other man’s waist, “we can watch a movie or something.”

For a moment they just looked at each other, Chris obviously debating how serious Thomas was. He finally pouted. “I am not wearing this thing until dawn.”

Thomas just grinned at him. “Sorry, love, but Christmas doesn’t start until midnight. You’re just going to have to wait.”

[sunnyrifle]

[mob] Christmas Present

Morita tied up in a cute red cloak with white padding under the tree, free to use! [mob x Morita]

tags: Explicit ▪️ shibari ▪️ sounding

⚠️CAUTION!! i’m not eng native, this is an unedited text from my notes, structural & grammatical errors ahead⚠️

not only putting Morita in a braid instead of a ponytail, but also him in a hat and a bow, a short cloak that barely covers his shoulders; but whole lower body, chest and legs all naked and tied up

like he's there sitting with hands tied back and ropes crossing over his chest and getting between his legs, with ropes digging into his thighs and ankles pressed together. He can be either just sit there for a display and hanging his head down shy because of the nuance that is his dick being hard from it, or pushing his face into his shoulder because even if he tries to buckle or chase any friction, he can't get up or touch anything - there for a mercy like someone's hand taking interest in him. So Morita can either get off by someone stepping on him, so he'd whine and squirm and wish his mouth would be gagged instead of him plainly getting off on the cruelty that brings his neglected length some attention, or he can be tormented by a toy, say, he can't even lift his butt cuz his legs are tied like that, but he also can't deny if someone takes his dick and orders him to sit still because now it's gonna be filled up with a thin rod

so he's running hot in a single small piece of cloth that is a cloak, more so he's squirming from discomfort and even the brim of the hat is clinging to his forehead now because of the sweat, the bell in the middle of the bow jingling when he jolts and bites his lip down when his dick is getting punished for being so hard when he's obviously bullied instead. If Morita endures the rod being in and there's just a round tip of metal peeking up now, he'd instead be praised and commemorated, his chin touched, his face rubbed and peppered in kisses, him melting into smallest rewards while every squirm or small shift makes him feel the weight of the metal rod inside himself - it's small and light but not for his sensitive dick

and then he's instead shoved into another man's groin, he understands why exactly his mouth was left unoccupied and the hand is yet to push him or hold him tight, just hold him in place over his hat and he's the one to catch up and to bribe the man with obedience. So he tugs the zipper down using only his teeth, his eyebrows already frowning that he even got into this in the first place, sat obediently there getting dressed in ropes not knowing it'll end up like this. But now that each throb of his dick is nagging, and his face gets slapped with some wet cock, he's instead vocally growling as if he didn't want it to come to this. He doesn't have much choice when it's visible he also leaks to it, a single drop appearing over the metal tip and it will soon trail down his length while he lifts his shoulders all defensively

then his chin is held down, the other hand over his nape, he's slowly letting out a lewd sound of his lips parting and his mouth getting full with a head, then more, his eyes squeeze shut when the tip already gets to the root of his tongue where it rests, and Morita trying to start sucking for better or worse, just for this to end quicker... He's good at it, but that's not the issue, he's soon stopped by the same braid that hung from his neck, now painfully grasped at as he has to pause and look up with question he can't voice, tears showing in his eyes

"You didn't even take it all in" and as he's shoved face into the stomach of the man again, he's then feeling that hand press over his nape again, but now as he squirms from the intrusion of his throat "Make sure it fits this time" and Morita very much so audibly gags but trembles and still himself before he's pushed down and lower, and he has to somehow breath and not choke when it's whole cock in his throat. Tried, fails, whimpers and shifts - the metal rod hurts and he tries not to cry. He's soothed and shushed and the hand pats him over the hat, then gently caresses his stressed neck and goes under the chin again.

"Don't struggle much and it'll soon end" the man says with a chuckle and without much prompt uses his hair to start his own disregarding Morita's wishes pace - get his throat full, then empty again, make him gag and convulse, using his braid as a handle than a cute thing to watch just hanging there

but he also doesn't finish, he instead quickens his pace, almost does with a disgusting moan, then pushes Morita off and as his throat clasps over the emptiness and he coughs, he's left discarded over the floor lying on his side. He only regains his senses when his dick is touched again, when the metal rod is pushed further in and settles lower down again inside, and he's instead made to press his back to the floor, his hands under it, and his legs tied apart now lifted up, his ass presented to the view with two ropes that go separate ways as if they were made to spread him even there. The last single node that is right under his balls but right above his hole. Of course that unfinished business from his mouth is then pressed there - the whole throbbing almost ready to come cock pressed into him and his body protests and he growls but also begs to stop, but he's not receiving as much as the tip barely fitting inside with only it's hole, not even the whole round thing... it's instead the guy ejaculating into him without even filling him up, making Morita's pained walls clench against hot seed that fills him when he's so not ready to take it, makes him gasp and pant with vapour when he's made to feel like a very useless used toy. Christmas toy and a present wrapped under the tree this time. 

He's pretty much only left to bite the back of his cheek, sit there upright and feel hot sticky mess roll down his backside while his throbbing dick is on display, he has cute gilded rod in it so it can't even die down, he has smeared precum over the ruby stone on the tip. Now that he has all the time in the world to actually see it he can't find any strength to not think this is disgusting aesthetics he's stuck in but he has to bear it if he wants to get it out. Act as if he's obedient enough so he won't be made to feel pain again. 

If the next person comes and Morita not only doesn't say anything, but also doesn't ask nicely to be prepared first, they may even assume he was used once and now he's fully ready to have a cock shoved into him with no stretching or lube needed beforehand. "But there's seed trickling down your hole now" or "close your lying little mouth and take it" so he'd have no choice but be polite and express himself as a whore he is right now. Without his agreement, sure, but he has to make the best of it. Who knows, maybe he'd even meet someone who'd be nice enough to give him a handjob - to use the useless thing between his legs so he'd even finish himself - because he swears that as soon as this thing leaves and his dick is shown a single semblance of mercy today, he's soon to come with whoever's name rolling off his tongue and he'd be even glad to entertain them further all by himself. Maybe.

[scribeoffate]

Oh, oh, could I ask for First family Christmas, so it's the first time Isaac spends xmas with Brett (and Satomi and Lori and the rest?) pls

Isaac grips the handle of his bag. It's filled with packages wrapped in glittering red and green paper.

"You're gonna have a great time," Scott reassures him as he drives the jeep off the road onto a train in the Preserve you wouldn't notice if you didn't already know it was there.

Strains of Silver Bells play on the radio, and Isaac hums along. It's been years since he's been invited to a family Christmas.

Memories of the last time his family had been intact for the holidays flit through his head as the jeep rumbles along the path. Scott sings off tune to the song on the radio and Isaac thinks about Camden belting "Jinge Bells, Isaac Smells" at the top of his lungs while his mom told him to stop.

His dad had been distant, but loving then and hadn't protested when Isaac climbed into his lap. Camden had thrust a present at him, a kind of apology. A first edition Batman comic.

Scott pulls in front of Satomi's house and grabs his own bag of gifts from the back of the jeep.

Brett waves at him from the sprawling porch covered in mismatched furniture. Some of it even looks like it might be meant for outdoors. He catches a glimpse of Lori from the window and her friend Tierney.

He's nervous as he and Scott step inside.

Scott hands Satomi the bag of gifts with a little bow and she smiles fondly.

"Thank you, Scott. And for bringing Isaac." She hands him yet another bag of gifts. "For the children at the hospital."

Scott grins. "Thank you." And he pulls Satomi into a hug. She blushes and laughs and tells Scott that he's going to give an old woman a heart attack.

Isaac stands awkwardly, watching until Brett finds him and steers him to a towering Christmas tree, beside a menorah and Buddhist shrine.

"One of the smaller kids asked about Hanukkah this year," Brett says with a shrug, "Satomi's response was to teach him about it. If a small bundle of energy starts babbling to you about Maccabees just smile and nod."

Isaac swallows and sets his bag under the tree.

Brett grabs his hand with a small smile as soon as it's free. It's warm, and Isaac doesn't want to let go, even to hang up his coat and hat, and scarf.

Brett kisses him once in what he calls the coat room.

Jiang catches them and pats Brett on the shoulder. "Congratulations. You finally found someone to put up with your bullshit."

Isaac opens his mouth to defend Brett's honor, but Brett just smiles and punches Jiang back. "C'mon we don't want to miss dinner."

Dinner is a plethora of dishes from around the world. Brett helps Isaac with his chopsticks, and some of the smaller kids groan, moan and make kissy noises at them.

Satomi smiles, and Isaac feels warm in a way he hasn't at Christmas in years.

Satomi's pack is full and vibrant, and after dinner, the kids are allowed to open gifts first. The five small ones babble excitedly about the dreidels they all get from a young boy who looks so proud of himself.

There are thoughtful presents and gift cards, and Brett smirks when Lori opens a lump of coal. She sticks her tongue out at him, and he laughs when his gift from her is a different lump of coal.

Isaac watches his face, the way the tree lights glow against his skin. He barely notices when Brett places a package in his hands.

Isaac's heart flutters as he peels away the paper to reveal a soft, silk scarf. It's a deep maroon with the letters "IL and BT" awkwardly embroidered on each end. The stitches are shaky and off-center, and Isaac feels like he must be glowing.

"This is... it's too much," he murmurs.

Brett shrugs. "Satomi said it would help me with my anger. It did help."

Isaac hands Brett his gift, a little lacrosse keychain. It's not nearly as thoughtful.

Brett seems to love it anyways. He clips it to his keyring as Isaac wraps the scarf around his neck.

He cuddles close to Brett and leans his head on his shoulder as the pack continues to open gifts, laugh, and joke. He feels soft and warm and tingly.

He feels happy.

Satomi winks at him before pulling one of the children onto her lap along with the book he'd just unwrapped.

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[asgardwinter]

Traditional

summary | Loki finds out some midgardian traditions that he had no idea about, and he likes it very much.

pairing | Loki x Reader

warnings | fluff, one curse word i think, some kissing and Loki being adorable (and a big tease)

word count | 1.2k

author’s note | merry christmas and happy holidays my loves! fun fact: none of these are traditions here in my country, so i rely on google and lots of christmas movies and fanfiction. anyways, i hope you like it because i loved writing it 💕

Loki Laufeyson Masterlist | Taglist | The Holiday Collection 🎄

Loki had no idea what was happening.

Even with the six month relationship with the most amazing being of the nine realms—a human with no powers and the incredible ability of knocking someone out with a pen—he was still confused about the midgardian calendar and it’s festivities. In so many years of life he never actively cared about holidays celebrated by humans, but with you being extra excited for each one of them he had a job to do.

In one month you were all about Halloween, decorating the whole compound with Wanda like there was nothing more important than the fake web made with cotton and paper bats you were sticking at the ceiling.

Then the other thing he remembered was you and your loyal companion taking all the decorations and starting with red and gold bulbs and snowflakes and so many lights.

That was exaggerating and Loki was dizzy only to look at the big Christmas Tree you put up in the compound’s living room.

“How did you get all this?” Loki asked as he passed the two of you competing on how fast you could put the golden bows, Wanda cheating and using her magic to win.

“That’s a well kept secret.” You said handing him a bunch of decorative sweet canes. “So you’ll find out with five minutes of thinking.”

And as he thought of it he understood with the suspicious look the pair received from Pepper, only for a moment and she passed by like nothing happened. She probably just linked the enormous boxes filled with decorations to the debits on one of Tony’s cards. The excuse was that the decorations were for everyone. Loki considered it pretty fair.

As Loki investigated the decorations, what intrigued him the most were the mistletoes hanging around some of the doorways. He was sure they multiplied everyday with more and more of the huge amount of doors of the compound earning the distinct decoration. He just couldn’t understand why Sam and Tony seemed to be the responsible ones for the growing population of mistletoes.

Enlightenment would only come with the beginning of december.

During one calm and incredibly cold morning Vision and Wanda happened to be standing under the mistletoe and the traditional kiss was urged by the other members of the team in the kitchen.

Wanda came closer, giving Vision every opportunity to pull away as he looked at her with shock mixed with the common adoration he used to look in her direction every day. Their kiss was short and everyone was cheering and shouting like highschoolers—nothing new around there.

Loki kept watching with curiosity and noted to search for it later. What does a mistletoe have to do with kissing? He soon found out what the tradition was about.

Kissing someone under the mistletoe.

Midgardians were funny but he wouldn’t complain about it in no way, why would he laugh at one more reason to kiss you?

Sure, Loki wasn’t one on pda and he didn’t plan on changing that, but a light peck under a doorway just passing by you? He loved the sound of that and he could blame it on the tradition.

So that’s how it started.

You were near the door answering a text from a friend and Loki saw the perfect opportunity.

“Darling you just can’t believe what I saw.” He walked until he was face to face with you.

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure I saw Barnes dedicate a bird decoration to Wilson.”

“Actually I can really see that happening.”

Loki nodded in agreement and then looked up like none of that was planned in his head minutes before. “Oh, a mistletoe.”

You looked up at him with curiosity in your eyes, trying to guess what it was about. His lips brushed slightly against yours, not nearly enough for you that were used to Loki’s usual kisses, and with a smirk he left you there looking confused in his direction.

“It’s a tradition!” He shouted as he exited the room to justify himself. That was the phrase he most said to you during that month.

In the beginning it was more subtle, Loki would avoid doing it more once a day to not alarm you too much towards his behavior, even if you were alarmed since the first time he did it. That sparkle in his eyes was of someone who clearly knew what they’re doing.

“You searched about Christmas traditions?” You asked him out of the blue one.

It was making gingerbread cookies day and you managed to get the kitchen all for you. So it was already a mess with flour to roll out the dough.

“What makes you think so?”

“Oh, let me think.” You pondered dramatically tapping your finger to your bottom lip to add to the scene and accidentally covering it with some flour from the counter. “The way you didn’t miss a single chance of pulling the card of ‘tradition’ to kiss me under the mistletoe.”

“Aren’t you thinking too highly of yourself, my love?”

“Hey! Careful with the words, please.” You forcefully slapped him on his arm.

Loki wrapped his arms around you, pulling your back against his chest and taking care to not wipe his dough covered hand on your apron that was already ruined. “That was an unfortunate joke. But answering to your question, why can’t I use your holidays in my own favour? Honestly I enjoyed every doorway I passed with you these days…”

Releasing yourself from his hug, you turned to look him in the eyes. “Loki, you don’t need to find a reason to kiss me. You can just do it, you know?”

“I wasn’t searching for reasons to kiss the person I’m dating.” Loki defended himself, looking almost offended. He wipped his hands on his neat appron. “I’ll say it one more time: I was just being traditional with midgardian holidays. It was being respectful towards your culture.”

“Oh, I understand.” You let him go with a smile and giggles escaping your lips. "Just a really traditional god."

As you turned around to wash the flour from your hands Loki tugged your wrist to make you come back, face to face with him one more time.

He did that thing that always left you melting where he caressed your cheek with his thumb right before pulling you into a slow kiss to finish the job of turning you into putty. A real kiss when compared to those he was giving you under the mistletoes around the compound.

As he broke the kiss too quickly for your taste you went to chase after his lips to keep going, you just needed a few more seconds and you felt his laugh against your lips.

“I know I don’t need an excuse, my love.” Loki said a bit more seriously, leaving a peck on your lips to prove his point. “But it seems I can blame this one on the tradition as well.” His green eyes went up, looking at something above your heads.

Just another mistletoe, you shouldn’t be surprised.

But the way he kissed you when far away from the decorated area was nothing compared to those traditional kisses, it was proof he was only messing with you.

And you loved every moment of it.

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[herwritingartcowboy]

Picking A Gift For You

Day seven of Christmas special.

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Fandom:One Punch Man

Warning(s):

Character(s): Atomic Samurai, Flashy Flash, Sonic, Child emperor

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(Atomic Samurai / Kamikaze)

He was your lover for many years so you had to get him something special.But you’ve been doing that for many years too.But you all wanted to see your hero happy so in the morning once he left you made your journey. 

You started at the marketplace as you looked around writing stuff done in a little notepad.Yes you were in deep as you wanted the best for your Husband. Till you found a good gift for him. You bought the materials and went back home.

You went back home as you started to make your husband's gift and what was it that  you were making. Well you were making him a new sword. Well more of a custom katana for you.

Doing the math you were sure that they would be ready for Christmas. You hid everything for him as when he left for the day you would work on it more and more. And sometimes you would leave the house to work near a river as you smiled.

Soon Christmas rolled around as you were finally ready as you bought a pretty red bow as you brought it to the living room as you hid it behind your back. “Wacha got their angel” “Well i’ve been working on this for awhile now so here you go” “Once he shall the beautifully made Katana he smiled as he took it from your hands. “You made this?” “Yep took me forever” “Is this why i used to see you with small cuts on your hand” “Yeah well it was my first time lucky i didn’t have not-”. You were pulled into a hug as he kissed your face, “What did i do to deserve you” “Being you of course”.

The rest of the day was nice as you both cuddled together. But at night he started to kiss your hands. You giggle at his actions as when the lights turned off he cuddles close to you.

_Flashy Flash_

You were lucky to even date this man so you had to make this special but you are a broke one. But with your now hero job you can get him a nice Christmas this year. You called many restaurants booking the number one, five star rating restaurant in Japan till it hit you he might want a great gift.

You were now starting to panic that he might not like the gift you got him. It was Christmas day as you took your lovely boyfriend to the restaurant as you booked a room just for the two of you with a nice view of the city g. 

You and him ate the food you ordered as you both talked about your jobs as you did most of the talking. Soon when dessert came you brought out your gift for him. He was shocked as he didn’t expect you to get him anything. He took the gift in his hands as he opened it, seeing a white cape. “Well i’m sorry if you don’t like it sorry for you to think-” “I like it, it looks nice” “Wait really” “The thought behind it says a lot”.

You were shocked at his words as you shall have a small smile on his lips. When both got home you kissed his face as pink dust covered his face.

~Sonic~

You loved your little competitive ninja so you thought you would give him a good gift this year. So you went into shops till something caught your eye.

You got home putting it into a small box wrapping it with a nice green bow. You put it under the tree as Sonic came back home he eyed his gift as he tried begging you to tell him what's inside. 

The day soon came as Sonic woke you up as he rushed you down to the Christmas tree. “Looks like someone is excited” “Wait no i thought you wanted to get to the tree faster”. You smiled as you shall Sonic eye the gift as you gave it to him. He opened the gift to see a nice purple scarf. “I thought it might get cold on your missions and to bring more mystery to you”, Sonic was happy at the thought of the gift as you both continued on with your day. 

At night he placed his head onto your lap as he thanked you for his gift as you smiled, combing your fingers through his hair.

=Child Emperor=

Your best friend deserves everything and lucky for you, you know what to get. You went straight to the market place wasting all the money you earn doing chores around your home to see the best gifts. 

Christmas eve rolled as you rushed to his home knocking on the door greeted by his mother. She invited you inside as she called him down as you held onto your gift. He came down smiling once he shall you. He rushed over to you as you handed him his gift. C.e (Child Emperor) opened the small bag seeing nothing but treats. He smiled once he saw a chocolate robot as he brought you into a nice hug. You smiled as you waved goodbye returning back to your house.

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[thewritingginger]

Early Christmas Gift

Merry Christmas/ Happy Holidays, Lovelies!

Here's a little holiday spice for ya and another DILF! Reiner addition (I told you in my Kinktober post for him there would be more of him in the future) ��

Wanted to post this yesterday but oh well 🤷🏻‍♀️ Here it is lol

Fandom: Attack on Titan Pairing: DILF! Reiner x Fem! Nanny Reader Word count: 1.6k+ words Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Age difference, Reader is 21+, Mentions of alcohol, Praise kink, Pet names (Sweetheart, Good girl, Princess), Daddy Kink, Dirty talk, Sex toy, Soft! Dom Reiner

Enjoy ~

Walking down the garland clad staircase you notice a pair of work shoes by the front door, Mr. Braun had gotten home while you were upstairs putting the children to bed.

Turning the corner into the living room you see the man in question making himself a drink in the kitchen.

“Mr. Braun, please allow me to help you.” You say walking towards him, taking over what he was doing.

“Thank you, Y/n.” As you made his drink and one for yourself, per his encouragement, aswell. Chatting about his day and your’s with the kids as you’ve done so many times before however your relationship isn’t quite as platonic as it was when you first started working for him. It’s safe to say you’ve grown to be very comfortable around each other after the night he had aggressively taken you -not that you minded.

You try to shake those thoughts as you take a seat on the very sofa it happened on.

“Would you mind helping me with putting the gifts under the tree?” He asks, breaking your thought.

“Uh, yeah. Of course.” You nod your head with a smile.

“Great. Follow me.”

Leading you up the stairs, down the hall opposite of the other bedrooms he walks towards the door at the end of the hall leading to the Master Suite.  Opening the door for you, you walk into his room, a place you’ve only ever been in for minutes at a time as you brought in clean laundry.

“I must admit I didn’t only bring you up here to help with the gifts.” You freeze at his confession, your body buzzes at his possible intentions but you are soon relaxed when he continues.

“I have a gift for you.” Reiner says, you sigh with a smile.

“Oh, Mr. Braun, you didn’t have -” He cuts you off.

“Of course I did. You do so much for my family and I wanted to get a little something as a thank you, especially for all you do for me.”

Your belly flutters at the way his voice seems to melt over you in the last few words and you know he’s not just referring to all the work you do in the house. He speaks between his words of all the passing looks and touches between you. The heated kisses caught behind closed doors and the suggestive banter that may flutter through conversations. There’s desire behind his eyes and seduction seeping out of every word he speaks to you in private.

“Well, it’s only Christmas Eve.”

“Why wait? Perhaps I’m impatient but ever since I’ve gotten it I’ve wondered how you’d like it.” He chuckles, scratching the back of his neck. “I guess opening one little gift won’t hurt anything.” You smile.

He gestures for you to take a seat. Your heart pounds with a mix of excitement and curiosity as he goes into his walk-in closet. Appearing moments later with a neatly wrapped rectangular box with a silver bow on top. You wondered if he hired someone to do his wrapping or if he had done it himself but you don’t ask. Instead you take the red wrapped box with a shy smile as he takes a seat next to you on the edge of the bed. His bed.  

“I almost feel bad I hadn’t gotten you anything besides a cheap bottle of wine.” You joke, making him laugh. The deep baritone of it vibrates your chest.

“Nonsense. The best gift will be your, hopefully, pleasant reaction to my admittedly forward gift.”

Undoing the sparkly ribbon and tearing the paper you are slowly revealing a discrete black box. Flicking your eyes to him with a small smile you take off the lid and your heart almost stops and your belly flutters when you see the gift he has gotten you.

A slim black vibrator.

You’re glad he spoke first cause you honestly didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t exaggerating when he called it ‘forward’. You’ve always thought a gift like this would be embarrassing or nerve wrecking but it’s the exact opposite. Coming from him it almost makes it hotter.

“I apologize if I’ve made you uncomfortable.”

“N-no. I mean-.” You clear your throat. “I like it.” You admit, looking down as you brush your hair back shyly before looking back where you catch Reiner’s heated stare. Lips curved slightly to one side.

“I’m glad.” He kisses your cheek sweetly. “Could I be so bold to ask you to show me how much you like it?” He whispers in your ear, his hot breath melts you where you sit.

“Show you?” You say shakely. He nods with a low hum before kissing your lips.

“Would you like to?” He asks looking into your eyes.

“Yes.” You say before connecting your lips once again.

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“Just like that, such a good girl.” Reiner coos in your ear as soft mewls leave your lips. Resting completely bare against his naked chest. He is leaning on the head board as he peeks over your shoulder, his large hands holding your trembling legs open. His rough fingers travel towards your core spreading your glistening lips as you use the vibrating toy on your sensitive bud.

“Mr. Braun.” You moan. He shushes you softly, reminding you to keep your voice down.

“Don’t want to wake anybody, Princess. Why don’t you be a good girl and keep those beautiful lips closed as I help you.”

Peppering your shoulder and neck with kisses one of his strong hands retrieves the toy from your’s. Sliding the vibrator up and down your soaked slit you hold onto his arm and thigh trying to keep your sounds of pleasure to a minimum as you rock your hips against his movements however his other hand holds them down.

“Now, now, Sweetheart. You’ll get what you want, just be patient. Let Daddy take care of you.” His deep voice vibrates against your back as he whispers in your ear.

You melt into him, closing your eyes and resting your head back against his shoulder. He prods your dripping cunt with the tip of the toy, a small whine escapes your lips when he pulls it away too soon. He is only playing with your entrance causing waves of pleasure to pulsate through your heated body. Turning your head you look up through your lashes to the normally professional and polite man that has now devolved into a domineering man determined to make you reach your pleasure. Absorbing all the lustful mewls and sighs that fall from your rose petal lips. His hot breath hits your skin as he coaxes you to your climax. Teasing your hole as his other hand rubs your clitoris.

“Does that feel good, Princess?” You nod your head, dazed and jaw slack. He hums in amusement at your state.

“Yeah? I knew you liked having your little hole played with. Such a dirty girl, just listen to the sounds your cunt makes as it tries to suck in this toy you want so badly. You want Daddy to fill you up, hmm?”

“Yes, Mr. Braun. Please- fuck-.” You wrap your arm that was holding his around  his neck pulling him closer, if that was even possible. His rough fingers that scratch at your clitoris move faster, rubbing small circles that make your head spin, then pushing the toy further into your needy cunt.

“Good girl.” You whimper at his praise. The toy slowly moved in and out, almost being pulled completely out before plunging back in. You try to rock your hips for more but he keeps you in place, he tsks at your greedy act.

“Use your words, Princess. What do you want?” You try to muster a coherent sentence but the feeling washing over you keeps knocking the words out of order.

“More- need- ah- please Daddy.” You cry into his neck. His hand leaves your clitoris to pull your hair back and plant your lips against his in a heated kiss.

“Good job, Princess.” Bending his knees he draps yours over his to keep them open. Wrapping his free hand around your neck he holds you back as he begins to fuck you with the toy in his hand. Your back arches to the heavens as your breath is sealed away in your chest by his strong hand.

“Shh, take it, Sweetheart. Such a good girl for me. You look so beautiful fucked out like this you know?” Your eyes are locked on his that travel between yours and his working hand, watching the vibrator disappear into your sloppy pussy. You pull him down for a kiss and he accepts happily, drinking in your sweet moans.

“Mr. Braun-ah.” You pull away, your eyes rolling back. His hand leaves your throat to return to your clitoris.

“You’re so close, huh? Cum for me, Princess. Show me how good you’re feeling right now. I want you to drench my hands with your cum. Can you do that for me?” “Yes, Daddy.”

The combination of his fingers and the vibrations of the toy penetrating you becomes so overwhelming that you finally fall off the deep end. Your hand on his leg cups over your mouth to muffle the symphony of moans and lewd cries coming from your throat. Your hips move on their own to ride out your orgamsm, Reiner’s movements don’t stop for a second. He watches your face scrunch up beautifully till your body begins to relax and twitch from his slow continuous stimulation.

His hands come to a stop, sliding his slick covered hand down your inner thigh, placing soothing kisses on your neck and shoulder. You sigh when the toy is slowly removed from your exhausted hole. Tossing it aside Reiner runs his rough hands up and down your legs before closing them slowly. He turns your cheek to face him, you look up at him with tired eyes to meet his kind ones.

“You did so good for me. Merry Christmas, Ms. Y/L/n.”

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[pleasantanathema]

Santa Daddy | Jean Kirstein x Reader

Pairing: Jean Kirstein x Reader

Rating: Explicit 

Warnings: Daddy kink, dirty talk, thigh riding, mutual pining, friends to lovers (or, rather, idiots to lovers), lots of holiday fluff

Word Count: 6k

A/N: This is my Secret Santa gift to @whats-her-quirk​ 🎄💕 June, thank you so much for being a wonderful friend; I was truly lucky and privileged to get you as my Elf for Secret Santa! I hope this fluffy (and dirty) little fic with our best boi Jean brings you some holiday cheer! 

           There were only a few things in the world that made you happier than watching Jean Kirstein smile. Like most of your friends, you’d met him through work, but there was always something so special, almost magical, about seeing his darling smile and hearing his boisterous laugh. And you rarely passed up on a chance to see delight spread across his handsome face, which is why you couldn’t say no when he asked you to join him on a get-a-away with your friends for the holidays.

           The inquiry came after you mentioned how you wouldn’t be able to make it home for the holidays due to a winter storm blowing in. It would be the second season in a row that the weather kept you from visiting home.

           You could still hear his voice in your head, “alone? For Christmas?”

           He’d then insisted you join him and his friends at Sasha’s family cabin. It was tradition for them, a gathering of misfits finding communion together out in the wilderness for a few days before the new year. You had taken trips with your friends before to amusement parks, festivals, even to the beach at Armin’s request, but something about being invited to an intimate setting to celebrate holiday traditions had you anxious.

           So, there you were, swaddled in blankets, listening to Eren bicker with Mikasa while Sasha and Connie bustled in the kitchen to make eggnog and treats. Armin had declined to join, citing that he’d seen too many horror movies about young adults alone in cabins to feel comfortable making the trip.

           And, true to form, Jean was running late. He was always late, his mind constantly moving a mile a minute unless he consigned himself to much needed rest and relaxation. Though, this time, you felt a little lonely while waiting for him on the couch, like there was a small part of you missing as you watched the snow fall outside.

           “So, none of you guys go home for the holidays?” You looked over toward the modest, plastic tree that Sasha had thrown down from her attic to bring a little holiday cheer to the living room, a few poorly wrapped presents and bags nestled under the branches.

           “Well,” Eren cleared his throat, “we are orphans.” He pulled at Mikasa’s scarf for emphasis.

           “Oh fuck, yeah, sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

           “Don’t worry about, he just always brings it up to get sympathy gifts.” Mikasa sighed, jerking the red cloth from his hands and scowling. Eren only laughed, brushing a stray hair from his face that had come loose from the bun at his nape.

           You sunk a little deeper into the cushions, eyes glancing out the window in hopes you’d see headlights flash in the driveway.

           “Do you think Jean’s okay? He should’ve been here a while ago and the storm is getting closer.”

           “Jean, Jean, Jean,” Sasha trotted into the room, balancing a mountain of sweet-smelling cookies on a plate, “you’re always worried about him.”

           “Someone should be, guy’s an idiot.” Eren chimed in, green eyes shining from the low flames rolling in the fireplace. He and Mikasa were sitting in the floor, a game of checkers spread out before them, with more stolen pieces resting near the cunning Ackerman’s side of the board.

           Eren wasn’t wrong, but over the years you’d known your group of friends, you’d noticed just how much the man in question had grown. In his early twenties, Jean had been quite the bumbling fool, having literally met you by bumping into your shoulder while leaving work, only to look at you and mumble “god you’re beautiful,” before issuing a quick apology as he rubbed at his neck sheepishly. You’d never mentioned the moment again, though your stomach still churned with a slight thrill every time you thought about it.

           But over the years he’d managed to turn that puerility into something much more charming. He was more refined, almost infuriatingly suave, easily gaining attention from anyone and everyone. And though you sometimes hated to admit it, he’d captured your thoughts as well.

           You kept your budding crush on Jean Kirstein close to your chest, not admitting it to any of your close friends. You always figured he was out of your league, seeing that he had a new, more beautiful girlfriend just about every other month. But, despite your simmering feelings, you still allowed yourself to get closer and closer to him over the years—some might say he’s your best friend, but you might call him your most treasured vexation.

           Another hour or so went by, your time spent nibbling at cookies and reminiscing with everyone about another year passed.

           Then the door finally opened, cold air gusting into the small living room as Jean stomped his damp boots on the entry mat.

           “Have you guys opened presents yet?”

           You glanced over the back of the couch, heart tugging in your chest as you noticed snow dusted in his long hair and a sizeable red and white polka dot package in his hands.

           “No because Christmas is tomorrow, or did you forget that too?” Connie said it with crumbs in his mouth, feet kicked up on the coffee table.

           Jean laughed, running a hand through his hair before wrapping the gift in his arms like it was something valuable.

           “I know, I know, and sorry I’m late, had something important to go get.” He smiled, bright and cheery, hazel eyes bouncing between his friends and the carefully guarded box, “I ask because…uh, this needs to be opened kind of soon.”

           “Is it perishable?” Sasha perked up, already ready to go make room in the fridge if something delectable was waiting as a gift.

           “I mean…you could say that? It may or may not be alive.” He was laughing, that kind of infectious laughter that had everyone in the room grinning whether they wanted to or not.

           Jean didn’t set the present down to even take off his shoes, instead tracking snow in with him and plopping onto the couch with flurries still on shoulders. He nudged your knee with his, pushing the present toward you. You pressed your lips together, hands getting sweaty as you pieced the puzzle together.

           “Is that…?”

           “Yeah,” his grin was pulling at his cheeks, eyes so sincere and happy and it almost startled you, “it’s for you.”

           The top of the box moved, the green bow popping on top of the polka dots.

           You moved the gift into your lap, pulling off the top to find perky ears and green eyes peering up at you—a kitten, grey and striped, with long, white whiskers and a pink bow around its neck greeted you with muted curiosity. You just stared at it for a moment, and it stared back, like you were both wondering just how it got into your lap.

           “I just,” Jean was getting nervous, carding his fingers through his hair again as he waited for your reaction, “I wanted to make sure you’d never spend another holiday alone, you know?”

           You carefully picked up the little cat, watching how it stretched and yawned as you pulled it from the carefully lain blanket inside its temporary home.

           You smiled, pulling the warm little bundle to your chest.

           “Um, Jean, this cat has six toes on her paws,” you said, pressing your thumb gently against one of the extra appendages in question.

           “Six toes?!” Sasha was jumping up from her seat, bounding over to kneel in front of you and pluck one of the kitten’s paws into her fingers. The cat quickly pulled its paw back, little black toe beans curling to its chest.

           “Yeah, it’s what drew me to her. She’s extra special…” you could’ve sworn you heard him mutter something under his breath, a little musing of “just like you,” but any hushed murmur was overshadowed by the ohs and ahs of your friends gathering around to look at the adorable little creature.

           The kitten had been lulled to sleep by the car ride from the shelter to the cabin, content to just curl up in your arms as inquisitive fingers prodded at her little kitten mittens and the silky, white tufts in her ears. Even Mikasa was enraptured by the tiny animal, taking the time to retie the little pink ribbon around her neck to make a bigger, prettier bow.

           You noticed how your friends were whispering, cheeky grins pressed against eager ears as they looked between you, the precious kitten, and Jean on the couch. You were starting to feel like you were missing something, or maybe that you were at the end of a joke you hadn’t caught on to yet.

           “Thank you,” you whispered to Jean after the fuss died down, everyone returning to their seats and back to their previous fixations.

          You’d mentioned perhaps wanting a cat a few weeks ago; it was just a silly, off-hand comment you made over coffee about how you’d once read that people with cats live longer because they pick up on the nine-lives of their feline partner. You didn’t believe it to be true, but you’d mused about the idea of having a cute kitten of your own to snuggle up with on lonely nights.

           “I know it’s sudden and a lot of responsibility, so if you don’t want her—”

           “No,” you cut Jean off, bundling the kitten a little closer in your arms, your heart singing as you felt her start to purr, “no, I want her, she’s perfect.”

           Jean finally started to get settled himself, standing up and shrugging off his jacket. He was in a tight turtleneck, coal black threads stretched to their limit across his broad chest and shoulders, hugging his trim waist. You were careful not to stare for too long as he stretched his arms above his head to shake off the weariness of his drive through the snow.

           He always looked like he stepped out of a fashion catalogue, fresh and so put together that sometimes you were tempted to snap his photo when he wasn’t looking; he just looked that good all the time. He loved to wear designer clothes and keep up with the latest menswear trends, and tonight was no different, that beautiful black turtleneck (that was covered in grey fur) undoubtedly belonging to a designer whose name you probably couldn’t pronounce.

           “What are you gonna name her?”

           He sat a little closer this time on the couch, a brawny arm outstretched behind you as he leaned over to scratch at the kitten’s chin.

           “I don’t know,” you admitted, gazing down at the serene, sleepy face in your arms, “I’ll have to get to know her first.”

           “Well, I’ve been calling her Frankie.”

           “Frankie?” You smiled through your confusion, the name sounding oddly right.

           “She was pretty wild in the car and kept meowing when Frank Sinatra was on the radio.”

           “I see,” you laid the kitten down into your lap, sweeping your fingers through her fur and watching as she curled up into a tighter little circle, “well, I’ll consider it.”

           You felt warm, heavy fingers brush against the back of your neck, Jean absentmindedly painting figure eights into your prickling skin. Heat flushed to your face as you realized just how close your bodies had become—his thigh was pressed against your own, dark jeans tight and hot, the scruff of his cheeks brushing against your own as he toyed with the sleeping cat’s tail.

           There were voices all around you, the muffled sounds of your friends relaxing together falling almost on deaf ears. Your whole world felt like it just revolved around this couch, like nothing else mattered beyond the simple touches to your skin and the drowsy kitten beneath your hands. He never wanted you to spend another holiday alone, you replayed his words, the sweet sentiment finally settling into your spirit.

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           You could tell everyone was starting to get a bit sleepy, a few hours spent drinking spiked eggnog and chasing the new kitten around with a feather toy having left you especially exhausted. Your head was a little swimmy as you bid everyone goodnight, the grey tabby cat following closely on your heels to your bedroom where Jean had already brought in a litter box and a bed for her to sleep in. Jean, underneath all the designer bravado and smiles, was perhaps the most thoughtful person you knew.

           But despite the heaviness in your head, you couldn’t seem to sleep. You tossed and turned in the bed, occasionally picking up your phone to scroll through it or just watch the time tick by. You had a lot of thoughts mulling around in your mind, most of them revolving around the man sleeping just right across the hall.

           Never in a million years did you expect Jean to walk in with a beautiful, perfect kitten as a gift. The little thing was back to sleeping again, this time curled around one of your feet, each exhale a little purr against your toes.

           You’d carried the weight of this crush around for too many years. You rubbed your palms against your eyes, sighing as you came to terms with your feelings for Jean for what felt like the thousandth time. Your pining was starting to take its toll, too, what with the sleeping giant so close yet so far away.

           And you still felt like you were missing something.

           Throughout the night, your friends had seemingly been playing coy, teasing Jean about getting you such a big, sentimental gift. Maybe they had all caught wind of your suppressed feelings and were poking at Jean for even daring to indulge you. Now you were just getting frustrated with your thoughts, sighing as you tried to squeeze your eyes shut and force yourself to sleep.

           But then you heard a little sound, the soft buzz of your phone against the wood of the night stand.

           Jean: You awake?

           Your heart skipped a little in your chest as you saw his name flash upon your screen. You texted him nearly every day, yet he never failed to send a little jolt of adrenaline down your spine.

           You: Yeah. Can’t sleep.

           Jean: Me either. Cabin is too fucking cold.

           You: I have a kitty asleep on my feet, definitely helps beat the chill.

           Jean: A warm kitty sounds nice right now.

           Only a few seconds passed before the next message appeared.

           Jean: Wanna come keep me company?

           Your thumb hovered over the keyboard for a moment, your mind not even thinking about the words in front of you. Instead, you were picturing Jean in his bed, hair tussled with his own phone in his hand as he texted you, light spilling over his bare chest in the dark. You wondered what he was thinking—maybe he just wanted you to bring the cat over to see him for a bit, or maybe his mind was wandering in the same place yours was, which was picturing him naked beneath his sheets.

           You set the phone down, momentarily starting to panic.

           You hadn’t prepared for this, hadn’t prepared for the possibility that Jean might be asking you to come get in his fucking bed with him. Thank god you took a leisurely shower earlier—and you still smelled good, you checked.

           You stood up from the bed, watching the kitten stretch and quickly fall back asleep on top of the blankets. You bent down to slip on your pajama pants, but then found yourself debating if you should just leave the flimsy material behind.

           If this was what you were hoping it was, walking in without pants would send the “I got the hint, I’m here to fuck,” message loud and clear.

           But if this was just “hey pal come keep me company, I’m bored,” walking into his room in nothing but a shirt and panties could be quite awkward.

           You decided to hedge your bets, stuffing your pajama bottoms back into your bag as that lingering liquid courage from the eggnog set in. If worse came to worse, you could always say you forgot to pack them.

           You carefully closed the door behind you, making sure the cat didn’t follow.

           Then, it was literally just a few steps to Jean’s room. Conveniently, his door was cracked. Did he get up and leave it open for you? Did he always sleep with his door cracked? Or had he planned all along to ask you to come over?

           You shook your head, taking a deep breath. Those inessential thoughts needed to be quieted.

           The door creaked as you slid past it, the old hinges signaling your arrival and making Jean’s attention whip towards you. His phone was still in his hand, like was watching your messages and too-eagerly anticipating your reply.

           “Hey,” you whispered into the darkness, wincing as the door kept groaning as you pushed it shut behind you. You leaned against it for a moment, too nervous to just waltz up to his bed and fall in. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you waited for him to break the silence.

           “Aren’t you cold?” He whispered back, shifting in the bed.

           His figure was illuminated by the pale, grey light from window, the snow clouds still keeping the moon suppressed in the sky. Like you’d imagined, he was shirtless, all those hard-earned muscles on display from where he was propped up on his elbows, sheets low against his waist.

           “I thought you were cold, Mr. No Shirt.”

           “You’re not wearing pants.”

           “I’m not wearing pants,” you parroted back.

           You watched the smile spread across his face, that darling, infuriatingly pretty smile that made you a little too happy in this moment.

           He pulled his sheets back in invitation, revealing that he, too, was not wearing pants, only clad in blue boxer briefs that were sinfully tight around his upper thighs, etchings of Calvin Klein pressed against his lower stomach.

           His hands were on you before you even settled onto the mattress, warm and greedy and pulling you flush against his body. All those worried thoughts you had before vanished under his touch, the message you had been missing suddenly loud and clear: you weren’t the only one hiding your feelings. All those veiled emotions came alive beneath wandering hands, your fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as his found the flesh of your thighs.

           “Was this what you were thinking about when you invited me here?”

           You breathed in the smell of his warm skin as you settled against him, notes of his cologne still lingering against his body.

           “This is what I think about all the time,” he confessed, nudging his thigh between your legs.

           You couldn’t stop the moan that fell from your mouth as the muscles of his thigh pressed against your aching core.

           “Me too,” you were pulling his face down to yours, thumbs against his cheeks as you pressed your lips to his.

           A satisfied sound rang from both of your throats, lips melding and slanting against one another hungrily.

           “Why didn’t you say anything?” His words were lost within the kiss, being swallowed down as you kept drinking him in.

           “Why didn’t you say anything?” You echoed back, gasping as his hands slid underneath your shirt and began to wander across your belly, reaching up toward your ribcage.

           You both knew the answer to that: you were idiots, too scared to admit feelings even though they were clearly on display for everyone around you. But now the question didn’t matter, all the answers you wanted about to be shared between your anxious bodies with starved kisses and touches.

           You shamelessly pressed yourself a little harder against his thigh, sighing as your pussy found relief against his leg. He groaned at your action, moving his thigh back and forth a little bit to see how you would react. When you whimpered, your own thighs squeezing around his, he smirked, repeating the motion of sweeping his thick, sturdy thigh back and forth between your legs.

           “You like that?” His head was tilting down, teeth nipping at your jaw and down your neck as your head fell back against the pillow.

           “Y-yes, feels so good.”

           His hands were still traveling, wandering across your heated skin like he wanted to map your curves into his memory. He groaned against your throat when he discovered you’d also forgotten to wear anything under your t-shirt, his thumbs lazily brushing the undersides of your breasts.

           You felt like you were burning beneath his sheets, like he was painting fire against your skin with every touch. His large hands engulfed your breasts, carefully kneading and rolling your soft flesh in his palms. He was eager to kiss you again, to slip his tongue past your parted lips and get addicted to your taste.

           Jean pinched and pulled at your hardening nipples, greedily taking your little mewls into his mouth. He touched you like he already knew you, pulling at your body like you were the perfect little sex doll on strings for him to play with; rocking you on his thigh, tugging at your nipples, tongue dancing in your mouth, his hair tickling your cheeks, his cock hard and hot against his stomach.

           Your panties were getting more and more wet by the second, the soaked material sinking into your folds as you rubbed yourself against the downy hairs and rounded, solid muscle of his upper thigh. His boxer briefs were bunching closer to his hips, pre-cum already staining against the fabric where his cock was imprinted into the threads. You slipped your hand down his impressive chest, fingers dipping into the elastic of his briefs.

           “Oh fuck,” he groaned against your lips, pulling back to suck in a breath as your fingertips brushed against the head of his cock, “fuck you’re so hot riding my thigh like that, so fucking wet.”

           “You did say you wanted a warm kitty.”

           Your words had him pinching harder at your nipples, making you gasp as he chuckled.

           “Mhm I can’t wait to play with your kitty, make you mine,” he punctuated his sentence by bouncing his leg up, sending electric pulses of pleasure racing over your nerves.

           You responded by pulling his cock from its confines, wrapping your fingers around it and tugging at the silken skin. God he was thick, barely fitting in your palm as you moved your wrist up and down. You suddenly felt so small against him, realizing that he was dwarfing you just by lying next to you in the bed. His long, thick fingers could spread across the entirety of your chest, the thigh sliding against your pussy was enormous, but it felt like it belonged there; you could get used to riding him like this.

          You both fell into a frenzied, delirious rhythm, your bodies bucking and panting as you found bliss against each other.

          His hands slid down your body, leaving your tender breasts and searching for a new home. He found your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he rocked you back and forth against his thigh himself, using the strength in his forearms to have your pussy pressed down against him in the most perfect way to have you seeing stars and whining his name.

          “Gonna cum, baby? Gonna cum just from riding me?”

          “Fuck, yeah, yes, please, make me cum like this.”

          Your hand had gone slack against his cock, your mind almost unable to concentrate under the waves of pleasure building and coiling inside you.

          It felt too good to have his rapacious hands on your hips, grip mean and tight as he basically fucked you against his thigh. You wanted to scream, your other hand clawing at the back of his neck for stability.

          “Baby,” he breathed, peppering a few kisses along your cheek, “could…could you call me daddy when you cum?”

          There was a hesitancy in his voice, like he was ashamed to ask such a thing.

          Your lower belly clenched, heat racing across all your nerve endings like he’d just poured sin straight out of his mouth.

          You nodded your head for him, uncontrollable moans and gasps getting in the way of your own words. The thought of calling him daddy, that sent something wicked down to your pussy, had your fingers squeezing and tugging at his cock again and your eyes falling shut.

          It felt like your sanity was breaking, like reality was splintering and this wasn’t real—you were dreaming again, weren’t you? But then you felt his cock twitch in your hand, felt your swollen clit brush against your panties and his thigh, and you were thrusted back into the actuality of your situation. You were with Jean, he was groaning in your ear, and you were about to cum all over him.

          “D—da…,” you were choking, so overwhelmed with a final cresting of bliss that you almost felt like sobbing.

          But he just clutched you more tightly, pressed you harder against him, whispering your name in encouragement to let yourself go for him.

          Then, you lost all of your sensibilities, euphoria washing over your body as you snapped and came undone with a little whine of, “daddy,” against his lips. You slowed the rocking of your hips, your heart beating out of your chest, your pussy pulsing and clenching as you rode out the last remnants of your orgasm.

          “Holy fucking shit that’s so hot, you’re so hot,” he mumbled, one of his hands smoothing against your cheek.

          “Wha—,” you smiled, shaking your head as you caught your breath, “what are you doing with a daddy kink, Jean?”

          He mimicked your smile, hands moving to slide your ruined panties down your legs and removed the rest of your clothing as he repositioned your bodies. You let him move you around like a ragdoll, so delirious in your afterglow that you barely even registered how he was hooking your legs onto his shoulders.

          “Do you not like calling me daddy?” There was a seriousness laced into his tone that told you he’d drop it if it made you uncomfortable.

          “I like it,” you fisted one of your hands in his hair, bringing his lips to yours for a slow, messy kiss, “just didn’t expect it.”

          “I’m full of surprises, baby.”

          You felt the head of his cock nudge between your wet folds, his hands back on your hips where they belonged. Your head fell back against the pillow as he started to push inside of you, stretching your walls and making your toes go almost numb from the pleasure. You felt like you were splitting apart, like a fissure was forming down the middle of your body, stemming from where he was spearing into you.

          With your legs on his broad shoulders, he was pushing you into the mattress, his hands urging your hips to relax and let him sink into your warm heat.

          “Ohhhh fuckkkk daddy,” you couldn’t help but to whine, all your senses suddenly overwhelmed again. You were drowning in him, falling deeper and deeper into the throes of heaven with every inch of his fat cock slipping inside of you.

          “God you’re so tight,” he presses his forehead to yours, keen eyes watching how your lips were falling apart and your eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure, “that’s right, daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

          It felt like all your history with him was being wiped away, like this moment wasn’t about two friends fulfilling all their years of mutual pining, but instead about a new relationship blooming between two bodies full of lust and desire. This was about Jean fucking you senseless, about him taking control and finally having what’s belonged to him for longer than he probably even realized. You wanted to lose yourself to him, lose yourself to his appetite and just let him devour you.

          All the air left your lungs when bottomed out inside of you, your walls clenching and sucking him in. He stayed still for a moment, nearly lost himself at the feeling of your cunt wrapped so tightly around his cock.

          “So fucking perfect,” he groaned, dragging his cock out of you slowly before pressing in again, your cunt greedily sucking him back in.

          “I always have been,” you teased, one hand lost in his hair while the other slid down the expanse of his back. You bucked your hips in his hands, coaxing him to keep moving.

          “Oh fuck. Good girl.”

          His praise made you feel drunk, liquid heat rushing to your ears and between your legs.

          He began to snap his hips, repeatedly burying his cock into your depths, the angle of your body making him hit that fleshy patch inside of you. You cried out at the feeling of being so stuffed, your walls burning from the intrusion but that coil inside your belly tightening again, hotter and more intense than before.

          “Mhmmm, such a good girl, I promise,” you pressed your lips to his in reassurance, letting your breathy moans fall into his mouth as he started to get a little rougher. His pace was steady, solid, a hard motion of his cock thrusting in and out of you, each push and pull full of purpose and passion. Every plunge was making your lower stomach spasm, making pleasure burst across your body so forcefully that you felt that urge to cry again.

          “Wanted to fuck you for so long,” his face was tucked underneath your chin, mouth trailing across your throat between his words. A particularly hard suck against your neck had your back arching, breasts flattening against his chest and your nails clinging to him.

          Jean sat back on his knees, big hands smoothing down your thighs as he looked to where your bodies were conjoined, watching how your pussy enveloped his cock with every thrust of his hips, sweet skin encasing all of his length. He looked enraptured by the sight, groaning and hissing every time he pressed inside of you.

          Then his eyes were flashing up to your face, softening as he took note of your blissed-out state, your face flushed and your lip between your teeth.

          “So pretty,” he mused, a palm ghosting up to your chest to toy with one of your tits as he found a new rhythm.

          You were ensnared by the scene before you as well, eyes wide with delight as you admired the man before you. Jean felt unhinged, electric between your legs, like he’d finally let go and was pouring all his clandestine secrets into your willing body. His chestnut hair was swept over his shoulders, the muscles in his arms and across his body rolling, rounded and thick like he was marble come to life. And his face was smooth, pretty, concentrated, cheeks dusky with a dark blush as he found euphoria from within your body.

          Your hips began to match his thrusts, bucking up into him in order to feel his thick cock fall deeper into you. His strong hands encouraged you, gripping into the supple flesh of your thighs as he pressed himself into your wetness, faster and faster with every thrust.

          “Daddy,” you called out to him, having to bite back a grin as you observed how quickly you earned his attention, “you feel s-so good,” your hand was traveling down your chest, trailing over his fingers on your breast before snaking down to your clit, “p-please let me cum again.”

          You had an inkling that he would take over for you.

          His thick, long fingers hovered over your own, carefully aiding in swirling over your aching clit. You hissed, recognizing the buildup to orgasm pooling within your belly.

          Jean’s other hand slid higher upon your body, fingers lacing around your ribcage, framing the underside of your breast. He began to forcefully pull your body into his, sliding you upon and down the sheets and upon his cock. You cried out, legs tightening at his waist, pulling him closer, deeper, begging him to devour you and take what he wanted. His thumb was almost impatient on your clit, now circling so quickly that your body was shaking, lower stomach clenching and unclenching repeatedly like you were lost in a reckless tide.

          “Shit, I’m not gonna last with you squeezing me like that, baby.”

          Your mouth watered at the thought of him finding that ultimate pleasure inside of you. Your ears became tuned to the chorus of resonances between your legs, the sweet, wet sounds of skin against skin, of slick at the base of a fat cock, of Jean grunting your name like a lost prayer.

          The final chord of your sanity was threatening to snap, you could feel it again, like he was pulling the strings of your body too tightly and you were going to splinter and break with just the right swipe of his thumb.

          “I-inside,” you mewled, unable to keep your eyes open any longer as your thighs began to quake, “daddy—oh fuck, fuck—cum inside me, please,”

          God you were so fucking close to falling off the edge, and he could feel it, using his grip to bring you even harder and faster down onto your cock to get you careening and falling again.

          Your push into oblivion came when you heard him pleading, almost whining, above you, sweat dripping down his skin as his syllables flowed together, “please, please, please, fuck, cum for daddy, cum for me, please.”

          You could both feel it, how you creamed around his cock, pussy sucking him in so deliciously tight that it caused him to lose all control. His fingers dug a little too deep, his cock throbbing and pumping deep inside of you with his release. It was like the world went quiet, like a blanket of snow fell onto your bodies and hushed your sounds and cooled your skin. You could feel the heavy weight of him inside of you, like he was meant to be there. Your body relaxed, feeling like you were sinking into the mattress and he was the only thing keeping you from being lost.

          When he finally pulled his spent cock from inside you, he wasn’t gone long. His hands were back on you again, pulling you in for simple, affectionate kisses and rubbing tenderly at the places he’d perhaps explored too roughly.

          “Jean…” you cut yourself off with a yawn, fatigued limbs winding into his own.

          His thigh found its home between your legs again, both of you groaning with a mixture of lust and disgust as you felt his cum drip into a mess between your thighs.

          “Whatever it is can wait until morning, we need to sleep.”

          “Oh fuck, it’s Christmas.”

          He nuzzled your cheek, lips searching for yours.

          “Mhmm, Merry Christmas, baby.”

          You laughed, laying your head against his chest.

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          You weren’t sure how long you slept, but it felt like you spent a small eternity in Jean’s bed before your eyes opened again. When you awoke, he was already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed with the kitten in his arms. She was ready to play, striped tail swishing as he dangled a toy mouse just out of her reach.

          “What time is it?” You stretched, suddenly all too aware that you were still very naked beneath the sheets.

          “It’s only eight, everyone else is still asleep aside from Mikasa who actually went for a run in the fucking snow.”

          Jean smiled, hair tucked behind his ears, and you felt your heart skip a beat as you realized just how madly in love with him you were. You always aimed to make him smile, to hear him laugh, but to see him gazing at you in the morning sun with pure adoration shining in his hazel eyes had you practically melting into the bed.

          “I meant what I said last night, you know,” he said, turning the kitten loose to run across the bed.

          “You said a lot of things last night, daddy,” you teased, watching his cheeks turn a pretty pink at the mention of that name.

          “I meant about you never spending another holiday alone. Because, you know, I’d like to…” he trailed off, rubbing at the back of his neck like he was genuinely nervous.

          You sat up, running a hand down his arm before kissing at his shoulder, momentarily getting lost in the smell and feel of him.

          “Yeah, I’d like that.”

          No one was surprised that the two of you, and the kitten, spent every single holiday together thereafter, mostly naked, and always smiling.