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chokemeanakin · 4 years ago

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Cruel Intentions - Anakin Skywalker x fem Reader (smut)

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Summary: It’s Life Day but Anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty fucking mouth

WARNINGS: 18+, some mean talk but it’s not really degrading, oral (m) receiving, p in v, holiday fun?

(a.n. plz, plz, pretty plz get Anakins voice in your head when you read this. watch a video of hayden stuttering his way through an interview or something, whatever, it just wont be the same unless you get his voice saying all this. anyway, continue. and merry christmas/happy holidays).

(Gif from @madeleineengland )

You had always loved Life Day, but this one in particular was going to be something special. Anakin scored time off from the war, and through the help of Padme, you got one of her lakeside Naboo houses all to yourselves for the holiday.

You arrived before Anakin, as he was finishing up a meeting with the Jedi Council, and passed the time by making cookies. You were having a pretty good time at it too— your hair was up, music blasting, candles lit, and half a glass of wine was slowly disappearing as you danced around the kitchen. Then you heard the door jiggle and open, and a gust of cold air from around the corner signaled that Anakin was here.

Right away, you could tell he was mad. He walked through the door with a scowl, face drawn in irritation, yanking his robe off and shaking the snow out of his hair. He threw his robe up on the hanger and nudged the door shut with his elbow. He didn’t even take his boots off as he came into the kitchen, still in full uniform.

You considered asking him what the mood was for, but in all honesty, you were afraid of his reaction. Usually he either deflects or gets mad back, and you really don’t want to fight.

But he was silent as he prowled around the kitchen, taking in your activities, and you wanted to know what was bothering him on Life Day’s Eve of all days. If you could make it better, you’d try. So you softened your voice, and in your warmest, most innocent tone, you tried, “Hi, Anakin, I miss you! I’m making cookies if you want to stay here and help. Or just sit and watch. I don’t mind.”

You thought you’d start off simple. Get him to relax a bit, and then dig into what the issue was. He stood by the doorway, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re not mad that I’m late?”

He thought you were mad? You were too tipsy to be mad. Honestly, you hadn’t even been keeping track of the time.

“Of course not! You had a council meeting, that’s important. I’m just glad to have you now,” you shot him your brightest grin. “Besides, we have all week to ourselves.”

At that, his shoulders loosened and he smiled a little back at you. It disappeared quickly, but his affections were replaced with two strong arms winding around your waist, one warm and one metal. He huffed lightly and rested his chin on your shoulder, watching you mix the icing in your bowl.

His demeanor was slightly better than you had previously perceived, so you decided to risk it.

“...Did something happen?”

“Just the same old,” he mumbled, nuzzling his face into your neck. It’s cold from the snowflakes still wetting his hair, and you shivered. “The council doesn’t trust me, they still won’t consider making me a master. Windu thinks I shouldn’t even be on the council.”

You struggled to find words to this. You wanted to take his side, and tell him he deserved to have it all. At the same time, the council was full of old and wise members, and they knew what they’re doing. But you hated how much it was bothering Anakin, hated how under all that anger there was hurt, and a fear that he wasn’t good enough. The council was making him doubt himself, and it you wouldn’t have that.

“It’ll all come in due time, I’m sure of it,” you tell him. “Whether they like it or not, you’re on the council for a reason. You belong there, and I’m sure if you give it a littlest more time they’ll come around to seeing how you deserve the title of master. Besides,” you twist around in his arms enough to skim your lips across his jawbone, pressing a lingering kiss into his neck. “I can call you Master whenever you’d like.”

This made Anakin freeze, and then begin to laugh. His low chuckles vibrated your body, and you couldn’t help but join in with him.

“I might have to take you up on that offer sometime.”

Your stomach clenched at the insinuation, heat pulsing through your veins. That was one of your goals for the night, admittedly— to be with Anakin. You had a little surprise for him as well, and you were just hoping he wouldn’t be too disgruntled or worked up to appreciate it. That being said... sometimes it was a good thing when he was frustrated.

Anakin sacrificed a hand to reach forward and dip into the bowl, scooping a dollop of blue icing out and placing it in his mouth. You heard him suck it off his finger, beating the dirty thoughts back with a stick.

“Is it good?” You ask to distract yourself.

“Here, try.”

You turn, expecting him to offer you a finger with some icing on it but instead he kisses you. Immediately your mouth is flooded with the sugary blue that stains his lips. You open your mouth, tongue tasting his, and he’s sweet. Your cheeks are burning bright as he kisses you, slow and deep and dirty, and it’s such a 360 from the lighthearted atmosphere you’ve created.

When you pulled back, you’re breathing hard, mouth tingling, licking your lips for the remnants of sweet icing. Anakin smiled down at you, eyes dark, and went back to resting his head on your neck, whispering in your ear in a low, rumbling voice. “Finish up. There’s other plans I want to get to.”

•••

Anakin ended up having to leave again as you were icing the cookies to take one last impromptu call from Obi-Wan, just some last minute tying-loose-ends before his short break. He also took the chance to get out of his Jedi clothes, trading the leather armor and robes for more comfortable sleep clothes— which included loose fitting pants that hung low on his hips, and that damned sleep robe he wears without a shirt.

He came back into the kitchen just as you were finishing up, and you almost choked when you saw him.

“Aren’t you cold? It’s snowing pretty heavily out there and you’re not even wearing a shirt.”

“I’ve got a fire going in the master bedroom, it should warm the place up soon,” he took some of your dirty dishes to the sink. “Why, do you not like it?”

“No, I—“ you stutter. It’s just the opposite. He’s beautiful beyond words. “I just didn’t want you to be cold.”

“I’m alright,” he smiled at you teasingly, reaching around you to grab the last of the dishes.

Once they’re in the sink, he found you climbing up onto the counter, putting the spices away that were, of course, in the highest cabinet out of reach. You stretched up to reach it, unashamedly putting on a little show for Anakin as you exaggerate the curve of your backside.

The action caused the holiday shorts you’re wearing to ride up, exposing the fleshy underside of your behind. You turned around to find him watching you, not even trying to hide it. He leaned back on the counter, arms crossed over his bare chest, eyes thoughtful as he took in the sight.

“Help me down?” You asked him, and he immediately pushes himself off the counter to fit his hands around your waist, lowering you safely to the ground. He held onto you a little too tight for it to be innocent, and you could feel him gravitating toward you, leaning in to start something you wouldn’t be able to stop. You pull away— you're not done with him, in fact your teasing has just begun.

Anakin huffed quietly to himself as you moved around him to start the warm water, soaking the dishes in it so the batter won’t stick overnight. You purposefully shot some water onto your shirt so that you had to gather a wad of paper towels in your hand and dab at your chest, pulling your shirt down so you could get at the wet spots. Anakin rolled his eyes as you grumbled about how clumsy you were, but you could see he was discreetly trying to look.

His resolve was already thin when he walked through the door. He hadn’t been able to have you in far too long, and he was planning on doing something about that tonight. He wasn’t sure what page you were on, though…. You seemed pretty content with baking cookies and then watching movies all night like you had mentioned in the days leading up, so your little teasing games were doing nothing to quell his curious anticipation.

You didn’t even have to try to get him all worked up. The spice cabinet, the wet shirt, those weren’t needed. It was like you didn’t even realize the effect you had on him— every little move you made around the kitchen, every little sigh or gasp or giggle, even the way you bent down to take the damn cookies out of the oven had him yearning for you.

The last straw was when you needed a rag to clean the countertop, so you reached across his lap where he was sitting to grab it. You placed a not-so-innocent hand on his thigh to steady yourself, brushing against his chest as you did so. He was immediately enveloped in your smell, and the feel of your soft hair against his chest, your hand on his thigh— he needed to have you, now.

“Y/n, forget the cookies,” he demanded.

“Oh?”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

•••

Your tongues clashed, teeth nipping, breaths gasping for air as you struggled to get closer to one another. All of Anakin’s anger and frustration was pouring out him in bruising kisses, fast and wet and greedy. You were combatting it with your own dirty, lustful responses. It was one of your favorite things to feel so needed by him, even if he was projecting his emotions from the day onto you. You were his outlet, the only thing that could help him, and you would gladly take these punishing kisses for as long as he needed.

The hand that wasn’t threaded through your hair exploded the rest of your body, fitting into each and every curve, squeezing at certain places and pulling you closer, adjusting you on his lap. He slipped his fingers beneath the neckline of your shirt, pulling it to the side so he could suck at the pulse in your neck, when he caught a flash of red.

His eyes darkened, lips twisting into a smirk as he traced the lacey garment. Suddenly his hands were gone, and he was leaning back away from you. “Show it to me.”

So you stood before him and undressed, feeling small under his steady gaze. It was loaded with heat, and you could practically read his mind as each new strip of skin and the lacy red underwear you had worn specially for this occasion was revealed. He was planning everything he wanted to do to you, drinking you in, and storing away the sight into his memory for later times, when he’s on the battlefield and it’s been months and he misses you. But for now though, his present was waiting for him.

The look of him illuminated by the firelight, eyes scorching as he studied every inch of you had you squirming under his gaze. He leaned back in the loveseat, arrogant posture annoyingly sexy with the way his broad shoulders filled out the chair, long legs spreading before him.

You needed to touch him. He wasn’t saying anything, or doing anything, so you approached him and settled yourself back on his lap, meaning to restart where you had left off. You trailed your hand down the smooth, hard planes of his body, feeling the ridges of his abs, the soft skin smooth and warm. He kept his arms slung lazily over the armrests, refraining from touching you, but you could feel the steady pulse of his eyes as he watched your every move.

Those deep, calculating eyes. They made you nervous, but you’d be lying if you said the intimidation didn’t turn you on.

He let you tangle one of your hands in his hair, feeling the soft curls glide between your fingers as you looked over him. But just as your palm slid near the band of his pants, he caught your wrist in his metal hand and stopped you.

“Get on the bed,” he flicked his eyes behind you, a cocky, mischievous glint in them. He knew you’ll do anything he said, with that voice.

Hesitantly, you stood from his lap and made your way over to the bed. Your skin was raised with goosebumps, as you knew he was studying your every move. You sat on the plush mattress of the bed, crossing your legs over the knee, and looked at him. He was blanketed in shadows, but stared right back.

“Spread your legs.”

Your face immediately heated up in flames. He had always been the one to do that to you, with his hands, and pressed right up close to you. Somehow, having him sit across from you on the armchair and watching you from a distance was even more intimate.

He was waiting, though, so you did as he said. You already felt exposed under his greedy gaze, mesmerized by his beauty and the way the flames flickered off the sharp line of his jaw, the peak of his cheekbone. This dark angel was toying with you, teasing you, and you just wanted him to come over here and touch you. But he remained in that seat, head cocked as he looked you up and down.

“Eyes on me,” he demanded softly, cruelly. You had downcast your eyes, afraid to look at him without losing your confidence. The low tone of his voice left no room for debate, so you did as he said.

Your stomach churned, heart fluttering as he leveled his gaze at you. He was studying every inch of your lewd pose, smug with himself. He wasn’t even even near you, but he had all the control, and he knew it.

“Now let me see that pretty pussy.”

Your breathing stopped. His voice is quiet, yet commanding all the same, and you forgot how dirty his mouth could be. It shocked you more than anything, which is why you hesitated.

“What, are you getting shy on me? That’s not what it seemed like in the kitchen,” he mused. “You wanted me to see you. Now, let me see you.”

The words rang out in the air, causing heat to build up in your core and leak out onto your underwear. Swallowing your slight embarrassment, you hooked your finger around the front of your panties and pulled them to the side, exposing yourself to him.

Anakin’s gaze darkened, and he sat up. He rested his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth in his hands as he appreciated the view. You squirmed under his gaze, waiting for him to tell you what to do next as you felt cold air hit your glistening folds.

“Look at you,” he purred. “Already soaking wet, and I haven’t even touched you.”

You shrank away from his eyes, not having anything to say to defend yourself. The fire crackled but you shivered, his shadow looming over you, and you just wanted his warmth pressed against you, his hands on you, pulling that pleasure from the depths of your body. He knew how to do it just right, and you’d never been able to make yourself feel as good as he does. And now he’s right here, but he’s holding himself away from you. Shifting your hips in desperation, you whined and pulled at your panties, rubbing some friction against your throbbing clit.

“Stop. Don’t touch yourself,” Anakin ordered. His eyes were still lidded, voice sharp. You let go of your panties and dropped your hands to the side, holding yourself up on your elbows. Your legs were still splayed open, the sight of your panties soaking through put on display before Anakin.

“Please, Anakin,” you shifted your hips again, hoping it would provide some relief but finding none. “I need you.”

Anakin tsked at this but stood to his full, domineering height. You craned your neck to watch him as he stood over you, capturing your chin between his metal fingers and forcing you to look him in the eye, the other fitting itself on the soft flesh of your thigh. You keened into the soft touch, nerves lighting off like fireworks.

“You need me?” He taunted, blue eyes digging into yours. “Or does your greedy little cunt need me?”

You gasped at his words. Never had he called you something degrading before, like greedy. You’re pretty sure you’ve never heard the word “cunt” leave his mouth before either, but it spilled from his lips like red wine, smooth and dark. Anakin had always been so soft with you, so loving, and his statement shocked you.

“Hm?” He goaded. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

He shifted his hands up your thigh, sneaking over your pelvis and landing on your mound. He let his thumb graze over your clit, unmoving.

Sparks erupted behind your eyes, and you leaned into his touch. An invisible force held your hips to the bed, stopping you from chasing your own pleasure as he continued with his words.

“Do you want me to fuck you open slowly on my cock? You want me to fill your tight little pussy until you can’t take anymore?”

The weight of his thumb on your clit was distracting. It throbbed under his touch with every measured, vulgar word, and his mouth twitched as he felt it. “I think I just got my answer.”

At this, he got on his knees before you. He lowered his mouth to trace his lips against the inside of your thighs, and you squirmed between the tickling sensation and the need to have his mouth on you. He gripped your hips in his strong hold, hard, mumbling into the soft flesh of your inner thighs. “You can’t seem to sit still today....” he sucked a bruising kiss into your thigh, and when you roll your hips into the feeling, he looked at you sharply.

“Behave.”

You flinched at his tone. It was deep, threatening, and pulsing with irritation. Was he angry at you? Your eyes stung, shrinking away from his narrowed gaze again, wandering if you did something to make him unhappy with you.

He lowered his head back to your thighs, purposefully skipping over the part that was throbbing for him, dripping for him. You held your breath, desperately trying to hold yourself back from moving or even making a sound, too afraid that you would anger him further. But his thumb pressed a little harder into your clit, and you fell back against the mattress, whimpering frustratedly.

To your relief, he didn’t get mad at you. Instead he hooked his finger around your underwear, similar to how you did earlier so he could gage your response to his actions. The low hum he let out was pleased. “Such a pretty little pussy... dripping wet... is that all for me?”

He was still toying with you, still teasing, and at this point it was getting painful. You would do anything to have his fingers on you, mouth on you, anything in you. So you nodded, and you told him it was all for him, everything was for him. He licked a single line up your slit, the tip of his tongue just barely grazing you. The sensation sent fully body shivers across your skin, and you melted into the bed, ready to lose yourself in the pleasure. He covered you again with the now drenched material.

Did you say something wrong?

“Show me how much you want me then.”

You were shaking as he released his hold on you, head fuzzy with arousal, cheeks flushed with confusion. What game was he playing?

You swallow your nerves and stand from the bed, feeling so small even as you stood over him. He was kneeling, looking up at you under dark lids, daring you to do something. He was giving you some control, so you decided you’d try to get your sweet Ani back, to soften the energy in the room so he could be happy and playful like he usually was.

He sized you up quizzically as you wrapped your arms around his neck, one hand curling into his hair like before. You tilted his head up so you could lean down and plant a gentle kiss to his forehead, hugging his face into your chest.

Your body shook as he laughed, dark and mocking underneath you. You pulled back to look at him. “Anakin?”

“If you want me to fuck you, sweetheart, you’re going to have to try harder than that.”

That’s it.

You just wanted to get fucked, and he just wanted to tease you. If he wanted you to come to him, then fine. So be it.

Anger bloomed from the pit of your stomach and you pushed at his chest to get him onto the bed. He did so, at his own leisurely pace, pissing you off further with the smug smirk still on his face. You kissed it off of him, biting his lip in punishment and yanking his hair a little too hard in your fist. He groaned like he liked it, so release him and trail you kisses downward, biting and marking up his body until you get to his pants. You pulled back the waistband and revealed him to you, taking him in your grasp. Any normal man would be frightened of an angry girl with his dick in her hands, so you looked up at him, trying to see if he had been humbled by your anger yet. He was staring back at you, unimpressed.

You waste no time taking him into your mouth, sucking hard, maybe a little too hard. He sighed and leaned back, enjoying it far too much. You tried to convey your annoyance with the punishing pace you set on his cock, sliding up and down with your mouth and hand. You grasped onto his thigh for stability, feeling the remnants of your saliva drip onto it as you gave him the sloppiest, dirtiest blowjob you’ve ever done. Halfway through, when you realize you’ve gotten little to no reaction, you peer up and see that he’s on his datapad.

You pumped him up and down in your fist, gathering your breath as you studied him. Does it not feel good? Are you not doing a good enough job? He’s hard, so you must be doing something right. But it was like he didn’t even notice what you were doing anymore, or if he did, he didn’t care. You paused with your hand on the base of his cock, squeezing.

“Why’d you stop?” Anakin didnt’t even look up from his datapad.

“Am… am I doing good?”

“Of course you are,” Anakin finally shifted his eyes to you, bringing a hand down to wipe some saliva off your bottom lip with his thumb. “Now finish the job.”

With this, he removed his hand and his gaze, going back to the data pad. Fueled by anger again, and a determination to make him react, you took him into your mouth harder, faster, sloppier, wetter. He didn’t even twitch, didn’t even moan or bury his hands in your hair or tell you how good it felt like he normally does.

You wrapped your lips around his tip and sucked extra hard, tongue probing into the skin there and swirling in a circle, over and over. There. He gave an appreciative hum. You thought you’ve finally got him where you wanted when he says,

“That the best you can do?”

You whined around him frustratedly, just wanting him to feel something, wanting him to feel good, wanting him to feel that way because of you. But he was bored, you could tell by the way he didn’t even spare you a second glance as you took him all the way into the back of your throat, holding him there for longer than you ever have. You were trying your best for him, and usually he’d be writhing and moaning beneath you, but now...

He laughed, pulling you off of him with both hands to halt your frenzied movements.

“Anakin,” your eyes shone with confused tears.

“Shhh, baby, none of that,” his voice was sweet again, and he stroked the skin of your cheek as he brought your face to his for a gentle kiss. “Come, sit on my lap.”

You were giving up on trying to figure him out. One minute he was so sweet, the next he was uncharacteristically callous. Your eyes burned in embarrassment, feeling like you’ve failed him as you crawled onto his lap. He positioned you on his thighs, keeping yours spread with his. An arm wrapped around your shoulders, locking you to his hard chest as the other snuck down your body, touching you over your panties.

“Is this what you wanted?” goosebumps erupted all over your body as you felt his lips ghost over your ear. “You wanted me to make you feel good?”

He rubbed gentle circles into your clit with his fingers, allowing you to shift your hips in time with it. For a moment, you forgot about your problems and lost yourself in the way he was rubbing you. You moaned as he played with your clit, more slick gushing out and further drenching your panties.

“Even though you couldn’t make me feel good?”

Your breath caught in your throat, embarrassment bubbling up in your chest. You were ashamed, accepting this pleasure from him when you gave him nothing in return.

“I can try again,” you offered, hips halting. You didn’t want anything else from him until you could give it back, but he slipped his hands beneath your underwear and touched you directly, rubbing you at a fast pace. Your head fell back against his shoulders, legs opening wider on their own accord as your orgasm built up in time with his hand. You couldn’t help but accept the pleasure, forced to feel it as he held you in his iron grasp.

“Anakin.. Anakin please,” you begged. “Let me make you feel good, too.”

“Baby, you already tried,” he nippd at your ear, voice cruel.

“I can try harder, Ani— please!” Your voice came out in a shout as your orgasm approached. Before you could finish, he stopped rubbing and kept his fingers on your clit, pressing down, feeling you throb beneath him.

You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs. Your panties were uncomfortably wet, but your arms were trapped under his and you couldn’t reach down to remove them. He seemed to read your mind.

“Let’s get these off you now, hm? You’re soaking through them, I can feel it on my leg.”

Of course, he ignores your pleas and shifted the focus to drag your panties down your leg. He was right— you’ve made a mess of his leg, but now that you’re sitting directly on him, it’s even worse. He parted your folds with his hand, middle finger dragging up and down your slit, collecting the glistening fluid. A little hint of satisfaction soothed your worries as you felt his cock twitch beneath you at the sight.

“You always knew how to take my fingers so well,” he whispered in your ear, pushing his finger into you as he does so. You accepted him readily, walls fluttering around his finger as it relieved some of the ache. You wanted to come, but you couldn’t— not without feeling guilty, for neglecting his needs. How could you be so selfish and take all the pleasure for yourself?

“Anakin,” you whined again, trying to get his attention. You purposefully shifted your hips in a way that would rub against him, but only succeeded in pushing his finger deeper into you. “Anakin please, let me… speak… hmng… I can’t focus…”

“Speak,” he kissed your neck, pushing another finger into you despite your warnings. “I’m listening.”

“I want to make you feel good,” you moaned. His fingers stroked into you slow, deep, and perfect. You gushed around his digits, the sound of it absolutely sinful. He kissed the back of your neck as his thumb began to rub your clit again, gently because he knew how close you were to cumming. “Anakin, please.”

“I know, baby.”

No, he didn’t. He wasn’t getting it. Your hands dug into his thighs, wanting him to stop, wanting him to continue—

“I love you. Please, let me—“

“Enough.”

You gasped, bones turning to putty in his hands. He kept sliding his fingers into you, thumb grazing your clit, but you were so ashamed. He just yelled at you, he’s never done that before. And now you didn’t know how to act, how to feel.

“Aw, baby, did I scare you?” He taunted, curling his fingers into you. “Did I hurt your feelings?”

The sting of his words brought tears to your eyes, but it was battled by your pleasured haze, vision spotting and feeling honing down to the push and pull of his fingers. There were too many emotions swirling inside you that you didn’t know what to say anymore. All you knew was that you were close to cumming again, you have been for a while, but you weren’t sure if you should accept it.

Your walls pulsed around him and he pulled his touch away, denying you of the orgasm as he spread the slick down your thigh. He reached for his dick, gliding it up and down your folds, covering it in your arousal. He was hot and wet and stiff against you, and you bore down, wanting him inside you. For once, he gave you what you wanted, and you both moaned as he began to sink into you.

The stretch was immediate, and you cried out as you took him inch by inch. He was so thick and the angle was so deep that he had to lift you up and bring you back down multiple times, opening you up gradually until he was fully buried inside you.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well,” he praised, kissing up your neck, along your cheek. He twisted a hand into your hair, tugging it back so he could suck at the sensitive skin of your neck. Your walls clenched around him at the pleasurable sensation, punching an unexpected moan from him.

“Fuck me,” he hissed, sounding like your Ani again for just a moment.

Your chest swelled with pride. Finally, you were making him feel good. You clenched around him again, shifting your hips, searching for another reaction.

“Y/n, shit—“

“I know what your problem is,” you chanced, realizing you had the upper hand for now. “You’re still— fuck— you’re still mad about the Council.”

Anakin glared, thrusting into you harder.

“That’s why you’re— hnng— that’s why you’re hate-fucking me.”

“I’m not hate-fucking you.”

“This certainly isn’t love-fucking.”

“Would you just shut up and take my cock already?”

He plunged into you hard and deep, stretching you open so good that you momentarily lost your train of thought. Did he just yell at you again?

“This isn’t— this isn’t fair,” you moaned, loving the feel of his length scraping against your walls . “You don’t get to boss me around like this.”

“Oh yeah?” He raised his eyebrows at you, fist tightening into your hair so that you couldn’t look away. “That’s not what it seemed like a few moments ago.”

“I just wanted to make you feel good,” you slammed down onto his cock, anger winning out against everything else. You had one goal in mind now— if you could make him cum before you, it would even out the playing field.

He caught on to what you were planning immediately, flipping you over so he was fully in control. He grasped your hips, lifting them off the bed so he could drill into you at an angle, hitting the spot that had you arching off the bed and calling his name in a moment of weakness. Your pleasure heightened as he rolled his pelvis against yours, your clit rubbing against him.

“Fuck you,” you moaned, clawing at the bedsheets.

“Currently doing that,” he gasped.

Oh, he was so going to get it.

You reached up, grabbing at his shoulders to pull him down to your level. He was stronger than you and could have resisted, but he gave in, thinking you were about to cum and just needed him close. He wasn’t entirely wrong— with each roll of his hips, his length probed deep inside you, causing your vision to white out. You could barely keep track of your thoughts as you squirmed beneath him. He held you down, completely negating your ability to try and flip him over.

What had you been thinking? You had just been trying to get the high ground, but now you were so close— so close— to cumming. Think of something gross. Wet socks? Burnt cookies? Jar-Jar?

Nothing seemed to be working. Soon, you didn’t want it to work. You cried out with each thrust of his hips, eyes rolling back into your head from the pleasure. Your pussy drooled around his cock, slick making a mess of both of your thighs. The slide of him was so hot, so wet, so good—

“Stop!”

You couldn’t think of any other way. Anakin immediately stopped his thrusts, pulling back to study your face in a panic.

“What? What happened? Are you okay?”

You bit your lip hard, heart pounding and walls pulsing around his cock from your denied orgasm. You squeezed your eyes closed, waiting for the heat to dissipate from your stomach before you pushed yourself to a sitting position.

He gave you room to do so, the worry still clear in his eyes.

“I’m completely fine,” you kissed his cheek, laughing deviously. “I just wanted to be on top.”

Anakin frowned at you, but switched positions anyway. “That’s not funny. I thought I hurt you.”

“So you do care.”

“Of course I care,” he grabbed the finger that you had been jabbing into his chest, kissing your palm before wrapping it around his neck. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“You yelled at me,” you lifted yourself off his lap slowly, relishing in the drag of his of cock inside you. You sunk down again, shivering at the sensation.

“I didn’t know you were that sensitive.”

“Well… when it’s you…” you moaned suddenly, his dick pulsing into you at a delicious angle. “I just don’t like when you’re mad at me.”

“Then you should behave better next time,” he nipped the words into your collarbone, almost purring again.

“See, that’s not fair—“

“Do you need me to fuck some sense into you?” His gaze was firm, completely serious. Your knees weakened around his waist at the tone, wandering why you found that so damn attractive. He tilted his head at you when you didn’t answer. “Is that a yes?”

“Anakin—“ your cries took you by surprise as he slid his hands down to your ass, clutching your flesh in each hand and spreading you open so he could fuck up into you, hard. Your nails dug into his shoulders, body bouncing as he bore into your aching hole.

There was no way you were going to last now, not with the way he was making you feel. You had held your orgasm back for so long, and while it would have been nice to make Anakin cum before you, to give him a taste of his own medicine, you were completely at his mercy.

“Cum for me, and then we’ll talk,” he appeased, voice dark. Why was that hot? Warmth blossomed in your stomach and you listened to his ragged breathing in your ear, body tingling, pussy tightening around him. He turned your face to him with a hand in your hair, holding you close as filthy words spilled from his mouth.

“Take my cock, baby. That’s it, fuck me, come on,” he chanted against your lips. Always so demanding. You couldn’t hold back your moans as he plunged into you over and over, right into that one spot, the heat in your belly expanding until it took over each of your senses. He fucked you at a rapid pace, hips slamming into yours, fingers bruising your ass. Your walls quivered around him, the ball in your stomach snapping. Suddenly, you were coming all over him, pussy throbbing as he massaged his dick into you in wave-like motions, working you through it.

“Does that feel good?” He teased, lips tracing softly over your cheek, soothing hands rubbing your shaking thighs. He was being sweet again— another 360 change in demeanor.

You responded with broken whimpers, muscles twitching as you rode out your high. When he finally stopped, you sucked in a deep breath, shivering from the aftershocks.

“Mmm, I fucked you good, didn’t I?” He planted soft kisses under your ear, down your neck, and over your shoulder. Now he was back to taunting you, his words cruel, but voice so sweet. “Your sweet little pussy just came all over my cock. So pretty. You wanted it so bad, didn’t you? Even though you don’t want to admit it?”

He was like a snake-charmer, hypnotizing you with every slow, filthy word. You knew what he was doing, but at the same time, you couldn’t stop your body’s reaction to it. Every syllable had you melting into his lap, his hands rubbing the flesh of your hips softly.

“Are you blushing again?” He dragged his cock out of you, and you whimpered at the sensation of it against your overstimulated walls. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, now. Not after what we just did.”

“I’m not shy—“ Force, you couldn’t focus when he looked at you like that, when he purred in your ear like that.

“No?” He pushed back into you. “Then look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

You lifted your head to meet his gaze, eyelashes sticking together with moisture. His full lips pulled into a smirk, dewy skin glowing in the firelight.

“Does this pretty little pussy want to cum on my cock again?” He pulled your hips flush against his, so deep, so thick inside of you. You mewled, blood heating up in your veins.

“Please,” you gave in, allowing him to massage his cock into your walls.

“Please, what?”

You would get him back for this later. For now, the hot slide of his cock inside of you was too good, too overwhelming.

“Please, make me cum,” you didn’t think your cheeks could get any redder, his eyes probing into yours as you said this. Never in a million years did he ever expect his shy little baby to say something so filthy. He immediately smirked, pressing a pleased kiss to your lips.

“Good girl.”

Your skin broke out into a hot sweat, hole pulsing around him as he began to rock back into you. His strokes were slower, deeper, pulling ecstasy from the depth of your bones. He kneaded your flesh between his fingers as he rolled his hips into you. You fell forward, moans being dragged out of your sore throat, watching his cock dissapear inside of you.

His thighs glistened with your juices, the sound of him sinking into your leaking hole humiliatingly sinful. He noticed you watching and brought a hand down, toying with your clit. He moaned into your ear as he did so, the drag of his cock becoming difficult as you squeezed around him.

This time, your orgasm washed over you like a warm blanket, causing you to arch your body into his. You trembled as the waves of pleasure sapped you of energy, rocking your hips in time with Anakin as he spilled his warmth inside of you. The sounds of him cumming sparked a flame in your heart— you wished he had indulged you in his pleasure earlier. Now, all it left you with was a desire to hear him lose it over and over again, and you realized you had your plans all set for the rest of the night.

Anakin stroked his hand up and down your back, lips attaching to your neck as you came down from your highs. He positioned the two of you so that you were laying down, you on his chest, completely limp apart from the occasional post-orgasm shivers. He gave you time to recover before pulling out of you, kissing your quiet whimpers away as he tugged his length out of your aching hole.

“I win,” he mumbled against your lips.

#anakin x fem reader #anakin skywalker x fem reader #anakin smut #anakin skywalker smut #anakin fic #anakin skywalker fic #star wars prequels smut #dom anakin #kinky anakin

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 4 years ago

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Kiss Me Under the Mistletoe

This is my secret Santa story for @storiesofthefandomlovers for the Pedro’s 12 days of Christmas! I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it!

MERRY CHRISTMAS Charlie!!

A/N: Thank you to my darling @yespolkadotkitty & @justanotherblonde23 for beta reading! You guys are the best!!

Pairing: Javier Pena x F! Reader

Warning: 18 + ONLY (Oral M & F receiving, light cum play, p in v sex, language)

Word Count: 3.2 K

My Masterlist

Javier was exhausted. The sweat from the never relenting heat stuck to him like a second skin; he smelled like leather and cigarette smoke. He flicked the butt out the window and rolled it up before turning off the jeep. He sighed; looking at the blinking red numbers on the clock it was well past midnight, and he had missed Christmas Eve.

Although it was late, the city was alive. Candles adorned in red and white flickered against the windows and the church he drove past swelled with the music and life of people attending midnight mass.

He opened the door and gazed up at his apartment. The same flickering candles adorned his own window and he let out a soft smile, thinking of you. How the hell he got so lucky he would never understand. You had met one afternoon at the markets, Javier had been chasing a sicario through the bustling streets and literally crashed head first into you, letting out a frantic apology and taking off again. You had never expected to see him after that, but the next weekend he was there almost waiting, watching for something.

Or as you came to learn someone, you.

He had apologized and asked you out for drinks, which then led to dinner and the most mind-blowing sex of your life. It should have just been a one night stand but you both became addicts like those of the drug he spent his life hunting, in thrall; searching for your next fix.

Javier was not a man that believed he deserved love. One night after another passionate affair, you both lay breathless, and as the curl of smoke from his cigarette lingered in the air, he told you about his job.

The men he hunted, the death and destruction he had seen and even been subjected too. “To catch bad people, you have to do bad things,” he had once said, his arms wrapped around your waist, his face buried in your hair. He quietly inhaled the sweet scent of citrus and flowers that clung to you and left his pillow with the faint scent of your locks. You understood right then that he loved you. That giving up that part of himself he kept so buried and hidden in his heart was his way of showing you that he’d relinquished his heart to you.

Six months into your endeavor and your work was shot up by sicarios going after your boss for making a bad deal with the Narcos. Javier had busted down the door wearing that bulletproof vest and shooting anyone in his path to get to you. He was a man possessed. When his hand intertwined in your own he used his own body to shield you to safety. Not giving a shit about the world watching, he devoured your lips against the side of the van, his hands tangling in your hair and pulling you impossibly closer. “Te amo,” he whispered against your lips.

Murphy’s gentle touch on his shoulder shattered the glass and he pressed his forehead into your own, eyes closed breath hollow. “I love you,” you whispered against his lips and he pulled you tighter to his chest. Almost tight enough to be painful but you wouldn’t have pulled away for the world. How a man who chased down Narcos, carried a gun, could make you feel so safe was a question for another day.

That night he took you home to his place where he reminded you what he struggled so much to say. That he loved you.

His tongue and lips clamped down onto your aching clit as his fingers worked you through your third orgasm. The pleasure was blinding as he sucked and fucked you with his tongue. And when he slid his cock inside you, tears landed gracelessly on your face as he thrust slowly and achingly into you. You reach up and place your hands on his face, neither of you needing to speak; only needing the gentle touch of the other to ground you. And when he came inside you, groaning as his eyes stayed locked on your own, clenching around him, you knew that this was it. No one in the world would ever compare to Javier Peña.

After that night you didn’t return home to your apartment, except to pack and give your notice. Javi, Steve, and Connie helped you move your things into his apartment and nothing was ever said again.

Javier stared at the flickering candlelight and sighed - he should have been home hours ago, but paperwork and the never ending bureaucratic bullshit of the embassy had kept him late. Even Steve had gone home early, although he had a child so he had more of a reason - but still. Christmas was the time to be with family and even though it was small, you were his family.

Javier crossed the street and climbed the stairs two at a time, reaching the door in record time. He unlocked the door and quietly stepped inside. Putting his keys in the blue and white ceramic bowl you bought at the market a couple of weeks ago and taking off his shoes next to the small pile. The light flickered from the TV in the living room, sounds of an over the top telenovela wafting through the space. Over the top of the couch sat a red and white novelty Santa hat and Javier smiled until the hat moved. He approached cautiously coming around the couch; breath catching and cock hardening at the site.

You were sprawled out on the couch Santa hat laying precariously on your head. One of his white button-up shirts unbuttoned and underneath peek-a-booed a red lingerie set lined with white fur trim. The crotch missing from the panties, your cunt on full display for him, and glistening in the flickering light from the candles. All clipped carefully into the white garter belt and stockings ending with the sharp black heels with a large gold buckle. The gift you had teased him on the phone with hours ago laid out before him. Waiting to be unwrapped.

He slowly peeled off his leather jacket and unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall onto the couch, pulling off his socks and tossing them. Javi uncrossed your ankles and gently placed your feet a bit wider giving him room to drop to his knees before you. He licked his lips as he watched your chest rise and fall with each breath. He scooted closer and placed a warm hand on your inner thigh, kissing the skin over the stockings gently. Taking the time to worship your thighs and legs that he adored before moving closer to your heat. Taking one finger he gently ran it through your folds, collecting your slick and putting it in his mouth, sucking it off the moisture, and groaning in delight at the sweetness.

Never taking his eyes off you, he nudged his sharp nose against your clit as he tasted you with his tongue. Flat wide strokes before circling your nub with the tip of his tongue and back again.

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You groan in your sleep and move to turn when he grabs hold of your thigh keeping you spread before him. Your eyes snap open and make contact with his own as his lips suck your clit into his mouth while he works one finger into you. Inch by inch until you are quivering beneath him, he adds a second finger and curls them hitting that spongy part inside you that causes you to see stars.

“Javi?” you question as his tongue works you again with wide broad strokes soaking up all your sweetness. His fingers sound obscene with how wet you are as he pumps them into your aching pussy.

He pulls away and grins, “Yes, honey? This is my present, no? It’s Christmas morning after all,” he teases before plundering your cunt with his tongue bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your eyes roll back into your head when he groans and the vibrations send a shockwave through your body. Your orgasm crashes over you in waves, and Javi works you through it adding a third finger and curling them into you as you pulse and clench around him.

“Javier!” you scream and dig your fingers tugging hard on his short locks. He pulls away and you watch as he sucks all of your juices off his fingers, pulling each one out with a pop.

“Merry Christmas baby,” he grins at you before moving up your body and kissing you gently, tasting the sharp tang of yourself on his tongue. His hands continue running up and down your thighs over the stockings. “Why don’t we move into our bedroom and I can unwrap the rest of my gift?” You can only nod as he takes your ankles in his hand and flips the clasp on the left heel pulling it off and carelessly throwing it to the floor. He repeats with the other shoe and then he is pulling you up from the couch and tossing you over his shoulder. You squeal in delight and hang on to him, and he chuckles before tossing you onto the bed, your breasts bouncing in the tight fabric. His hands move to unclasp the garter from the stockings and you grab his hand and push it away. Sitting up, you remove his shirt and throw it, taking his jeans in your hands and unbuttoning them, and dragging down the zipper. Your finger runs along his cock as it springs free from the confines of his jeans. Dropping to your knees and looking up at him through your lashes he smiles down at you. “I want to taste you, Javi, is that ok?”

“Shit...cariño that is more than oka-” his voice cracks on the last syllable as you take just the tip past your lips, running your tongue in small circles. You reach for his hands and place them gently on your head and he groans, his head dropping back as he pushes you further down onto his cock. He takes his time and inches himself deeper and deeper into your mouth as his breathing gets heavier. One of your hands comes up to massage his balls and the other grabs his ass tightly as he pants. You hollow your cheeks, tongue running up and down as he hits the back of your throat. Breathing deeply through your nose, you gag a little, tears beginning to pool in the corner of your eyes as he fucks your mouth.

“Fuck, I love your mouth...shit.. I’m close.”

You pull him deeper into your mouth and he whimpers as you press and swirl your tongue around the tip, using your hand to pump him in time with your mouth. His grip on your hair tightens and he pulls you all the way forward, choking you on his cock. His hot, salty cum coats your tongue as he climaxes with a groan.

You swallow every last drop and open your mouth to show him, “Such a good girl,” he praises and lifts you to your feet. He kisses you deeply and you sigh as his hands roam over your skin, warm to the touch. “Sit down on the bed,” he instructs and you do so, “now let’s unwrap the rest of my gift shall we…”

He moves to his knees and spreads your legs to lay between them. Hands coming around to unclasp your bra and pull it away. He places gentle kisses on your hard nubs, his mustache scratching lightly against your flesh. “Fuck... this is the greatest gift I’ve ever received cariño.” Taking one nipple in his mouth he bites down gently and pulls out; you gasp at the feeling.

“Javi...please,” you beg, hands running through his hair as he takes his sweet time worshipping your breasts. His other hand kneading the other as he keeps his full attention on your nipples. The way he bites you will for sure have marks in the morning, but Javi loves marking you, claiming you as his own. Especially the visual ones, your neck is usually covered in love bites, letting all the men at work know who you belonged to.

He switches his attention to the other breast and you drop your head back feeling a familiar rush of slick between your thighs. Javi chuckles against your nub and rubs his face between your breasts, his mustache scratching at the skin before he places a kiss between them. “Look at me, Cariño.” The words like honey on his tongue and you are aching for it.

Slowly, you bring your head back up and watch as he never breaks eye contact, snapping the locks from the garter. He sits back on his ankles and puts your foot against his chest, exposing your dripping pussy for him. He starts from the top and slowly rolls down the white stocking his lips trailing behind pressing wet kisses to your skin as he slides them off and tosses them behind him. He moves to the other leg and repeats the process, taking his time to lightly nip and run his tongue over your flesh.

He digs his fingers into the silky material of the garters and pulls them and your panties off leaving you completely bare before him and at his mercy. “Fuck,” he murmurs staring, “You’re perfect, cariño.”

Taking your hands, he intertwines your fingers and pulls you down to kiss him. Running his tongue over your bottom lip, asking for entrance. His tongue snakes his way inside your mouth and he licks. You’re drunk off the taste of coffee and cigarettes; it’s distinctly Javi.

“Come with me,” he whispers against your lips and pulls you to stand before him. Taking your hand he leads you to the shower and turns on the water. “I need to shower, and I would really love for you to join me.” You nod and he pulls you in for another deep kiss. He tugs you under the hot spray of the water, his mouth open as he sucks on your neck, pulling you into his chest. His cock is hard and pushing into your ass. He reaches around you and grabs the body wash squeezing a glob into his hands and working it before he rubs it all over you. Although he is cleaning you, you feel even fucking dirtier as his hands rub between your thighs. You turn in his arms and connect your mouths, biting down on his lower lip as he groans. You take the soap from his hands and run it over his broad shoulders, chest, and lower, taking him in your hands.

His forehead drops to your shoulder and he groans as you pump him a few times. “Turn around,” he groans and pushes your chest into the wall. You shiver at the change in temperature. He gently nudges your legs apart and you feel him; thick and hot against your leg. “I want to fuck you, cariño,” his voice deep and husky.

“Then do it, mi amor” you whisper, and he wastes no time sliding inside of you, inch by glorious inch. Your forehead lays against the tile, and your hands spread out. His fingers leave imprints on your hips as he pushes all the way in and seats you on his cock.

“Fuck,” he pants, “always so tight for me.” He starts slow dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in, slowly driving you insane as he hits that delicious spot inside of you.

“More, Javi, please,” you beg and he speeds up his thrust. The slap of skin on skin is almost drowned out by the water still pouring over you. He’s sure to leave bruises as he sets a punishing pace, slamming into you. One hand comes out and he starts rubbing circles on your clit, your hands tightening into fists and biting down hard on your lip to suppress your screams.

“Let go, cariño. I want to hear you,” you clench tighter around him and he moans cursing and rubbing you in time with each thrust until you are pushing his hand away and screaming against the tile. “That’s it baby, cum on my cock,” he praises in that deep, bedroom voice breaks you and you flood his cock, tightening around him as he cums inside you; his thrusts finally slowing until he’s pulling you back flush against him, cock still nestled inside.

The water turns to ice and you shout as he runs to quickly turn it off, both of you laughing against the wall. He slides out of you and watches as his cum drips out onto the floor, dipping his finger and pushing it back inside. “Come on baby, let’s go to bed,” he grabs two fluffy towels and wraps one around you and the other around his waist, leading you both back to the bed. You dry off as best you can before dropping it and getting back under the covers, pulling Javier closer.

He nuzzles into your neck and inhales deeply before sighing, “I will never get enough of you,” he places a kiss below your ear and envelopes you. “Tomorrow...well today I am going to give you some real Christmas magic, cariño.”

“Oh yeah? What are your plans for me Agent Peña?” you tease.

“I’m going to kiss you under the mistletoe like all those corny Christmas movies you watch, just wait, cariño, this will be a Christmas you won’t soon forget.”

“I love you, Javier,” you whisper into the dark and he returns the sentiment with his arms wrapped tight around you.

The next morning you wake up the same way you did the night before, with Javier’s tongue buried inside your pussy. “Oh my God, Javi!” you scream as his tongue wraps tightly around your clit, two fingers pumping you through your orgasm. You feel yourself shattering around him and gushing on his fingers, his tongue eagerly licking up your juices.

You moan and push at his head, fingers digging into the soft curls of his hair, tugging him off. He smiles at you from between your thighs, his mustache glistening in the low light of the bedroom.

Kissing his way up your chest and nipping at one of your nipples, he reaches for his cigarettes on the nightstand, lighting up and taking a long drag. “You know when you told me you wanted to kiss me under the mistletoe, I thought you might mean in a doorway and my lips,” you tease.

“Well, technically, it was still your lips, just on your pussy not your mouth, and we still did it under the mistletoe.” You laugh as he points up and you see the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling above your bed.

He grins at you and takes another pull, the smoke curling up. “Then … do I also get to kiss you under the mistletoe, Javier?” you reach for his jeans and unbuckling them.

He puts out the cigarette and pushes his jeans off the rest of the way, grinning “Well, tis the season.”

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indimlights · 4 years ago

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✨Merry christmas Cille✨

To: @birthdaysentiment 💛

-> From: @indimlights (Rodrigo)

Hi Cille! I guess it's up to me to kick off this "little" surprise but I don't even know where to start...

I remember really well the first time I saw a post of yours, I was still lurking back then and the moment I read it I felt so many things, things I don't know how to describe and that I never thought words could make me feel and I knew, I just knew that I had to see more. Fast-forward a couple of hours I knew your blog by heart, I had looked at so many of your posts and every single one was as amazing as the first one, as touching as the first one and as deep as the first one.

The meaning you put on words still gets to me every single day, you have such a way into them and don't even get me started on your music analysis. The moment I read the first one I was mind-blown! The things you catch, the connections you make between the music and the scene, the way you describe the scenes, it makes me go back, relive the moment and feel everything I felt the first time I watched it and all this just by... reading your words! If that doesn't tell me how amazing you are with them I don't know what will.

From that day I always wished I could talk to you, get to know the person behind the words, behind the masterpieces, behind the blog because you seemed like such a sweet person and now... After some time, I got that chance and I'm so happy I got it. You are everything I thought you would be and 1000x more, you are sweet, caring, smart, loving, wise, joyful and so supportive to me and to everyone in this community! You always spread love and that's so important and so nice of you to do, the way you write essays in the tags for everyone's posts just shows that! It's such a simple thing but means so much.

And I'm not even mentioning how talented you are with non-written posts because those are on another level aswell, I mean you always surprise me with your ideas and creativity and just knowing that whenever I come here I will have some sort of attack waiting for me just keeps me going and I love everything you do so much.

I'll never be able to thank you enough for being so welcoming when I barely knew anyone and for making me feel so much more comfortable here! Getting to know you better and to share this experience with someone like you has been a blessing and I wouldn't change any second of it, thank you for everything you have done and for always being so sweet to me. I don't understand what I did to deserve all that but that just shows again how wonderful you are.

I'm wishing you a merry christmas! Surrounded by everyone you love and that makes you happy because you deserve that and so much more, please never change, never stop being like this, a special and wonderful person. I hope you enjoy this surprise :) Have a wonderful day Cille 💛

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-> From: @remy3010 (Remy)

Hihi Cille❤ I love your blog so much especially music analysis! I just fall in love with your music analysis since your first posts.

For me whose mother tongue is not English, it takes a while to read but I'd love to. Because these articles deserve more people to see (including me)！

I have read every article of yours, the content touches me all the time. (Sometimes I have a lot of words want to tell you, But I don’t know how to speak in English..sorry🥺so I give❤ and reblog)

Anyway, thank you for writing beautiful words and sharing with us! I hope you can keep this passion forever, and everything go well. May you have wonderful days my friend ❤

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-> From: @franboos (Francine)

hi bb cille,

wanted to tell u that i love u blog and the time u put into analyzing stuff is shhshdhdhdhd. queen shit. u seen so genuine to talk to idk, i get those nice, non judgmental, relaxed and cool vibes from u. lmao. pls stay on tumblr for as long as u can cuz i love ur posts. u notice such little things in clips from wtfock, like u have a very detailed eye miss hehe. i really want to get to know u more cuz i really think we could vibe v well together, and that’s on perioood 😌. i hope u have a great great day while reading this queen. never stop what you’re doing cuz ur great at it. i love you !!

many kusjes and knuffels*,

fran

(*knuffels means hugs but also stuffed animal in dutch, did u know that? otherwise now u do, nice isn’t it)

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-> From: @dagcutie (Pauline)

hey hey cille!!

I must admit i’m very much a fan of you and your blog

first of all, your posts? chefs kiss!! i mean your music analysis are amazing and so on point, your photo edits are always perfect and the colorings are so beautiful, your long text posts 'drabble/headcanon style' are so cute and always makes me so soft and emotional...

your love for black and white? that’s a big yes!! anyways everything you do is perfect!!

also can we take a moment to appreciate your person? i think we can and we must do it..

you’re always so supportive and kind, all the nice tags you let under peoples creations are so sweet!! I also could cry about how cute you are always leaving lovely messages to people inbox or coming randomly to them to say something nice.. you’re the most beautiful soul and a blessing for this fandom!! please never stop being you!! ily a lot, sending you all my love and i wish you an amazing day<3

knus og kys til dig💛✨

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-> From: @allee-sander (Tanya)

Cille, you are an amazing person. you are so kind and loving. every time i see you on my dash, my face lights up. you are a literal angel. you are loved and appreciated, never forget that.

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-> From: @tsjernobyl (Emma)

Cille, you are a genuinely kind and loving soul who's just on this site to talk about the things you love and spread a little joy and everyone can tell that the moment they go onto your blog. i've seen you be nothing but lovely to everyone you interact with and it's a real honor to be mutuals with you and interact from time to time. You are always one of the sweetest and most supportive people here, and i hope you feel that love flowing back to you at all times because you always have my warmest wishes and love!!!!!

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-> From: @dreamaur (Ann)

How does it feel to be so cool and sweet and supportive??? I love you and your mind and how you see so many details and capture them so well with words,,,queen keep going with your top tier analysis and text posts that make me emotional everything single time

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-> From: @annonymannonym (Alice)

Where do I even begin ummm ... well words may not be enough to describe such angelic human being that Cille is but today is about her *about you Cille* !♡! Honestly I’m so so happy and honoured and so grateful to have meet and know you and come along your blog and your amazing posts and edits , let’s s not forget about the masterpiece that your analysis is cuz I live for every single one of them ! Always so on point and touchy and so so emotionally, they give you a whole new perspective and point of view and helps you connect with the person that goes throught those feelings , helping you understand so much deeper the feelings and the emotions he experience in that right moment( so thank you from the bottom of my heart for taking your time and writing these it really shows how much passion and love you put on making these! they absolute helped me to understand and feel much more the meaning behind all these little moments you captured so so well and wonderful ! ) You’re always such a blessing here so lovely friendly so goodhearted and sooo on ... < insert here all the good compliments in the world > cuz they all applies to you ! Know that you’re so special and such a light a sunshine wherever you are and go , you always spread so much positivity and good energy and love and compassion and you support every single people your way comes along with and you shown so much respect and love and understanding ! Always with a wise and thoughtful mind and with the right words at you using them with so much care and mining fullness ! And your blog i love love love it the b&w aesthetic and your love for it owns my heart !! I adore your posts so much ( or ramblings or thoughts as you may call them but know they are so so much more than that its a way of yours to express yourself and open up and pour every feeling you experience and many people found themselves and feel with you , I find myself in them and resonate with them every time ! ahh and your tags that you write in every post are sooo sweet and cute i could read them all day long just coming on your blog and read them makes my day so much better ) they are such a good way to brighten your day and they put a smile on my face whenever i see you on my dash truly a blessing to have you here! Never forget how unique and special human being you are and every one who has you in their lives are very blessed to have you ! Never change being this beautiful inside and out but most importantly inside ! literally a tresure your soul is and must be protected at all cost so take very good care of it ! Don’t forget to always do what makes you happy and gives joy and peace and just you know that good feeling you have in your chest and heart whenever you do something you love and like with passion and joy. I could say so much more but maybe I’ll repeat myself cuz there are never enough compliments to say about how wonderful person you are! you deserve every single one of them ! I really meant every word i said from the bottom of my heart and know that i really apreciate and love all you do and I’ll be here to support you anytime! You deserve the absolute world and more!! love you Cille! ♡ Okey bye✿

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-> From: @robbesdriesen (Bianca)

Cille ~ such a lovely presence to see on my dash always!! Your support towards everyone in the fandom is more than appreciated and so is your love that you continuously aim to spread <3

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-> From: @happilyinsane (Dharaa)

Hey Cille 💕

Just wanted to say that I think you are really sweet and lovely. I see you everywhere on the tumblr. Wanna thank you for keeping this fandom alive during the drought and keep us entertained. I see your tags on people's posts and I always feel like you are so kind and sweet to spend your time appreciating people's work. Doesn't matter if its a photo or an edit or whatever. You are so nice to pay attention to everyone individually. You are such a good friend/mutual, always appreciating and sliding into their asks and just making their day a lil bit better. You definitely bring so many smiles on our faces. I am sure everyone is very thankful to have you in this fandom, I know I am.

I know we haven't interacted that much but thank you for sliding into my asks and giving me an opportunity to interact with you. You are the sweetest, baby. And I hope you like this whole thing that Rodrigo is doing, because you definitely deserve it. Keep lighting up our dashes with your posts, pls. Ilysm 💕

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-> From: @alwaysaneverland (Sarah)

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-> From: @theflowerisblue (Lola)

Cille! You’re such a present part of the tag! You’re always interacting and posting and I love reading what you have to say. Your music analysis are so interesting and I also think you’re really funny! I love your black and white aesthetic and most of all I love how supportive and positive you’re towards everyone!

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-> From: @fvae (Fae)

hi cille!! I'm really glad to have met you through this fandom and I hope you like the surprise!! I loved to read your song analysis because they're always on point and well thought of👌 💯 and your edits!! *chef's kiss*

sending you lots of love and hugs 💕💖💫

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-> From: @embeddedinmybrain (Tasfia)

Hi Cille! You are just a ray of sunshine!! And you are the sweetest and kindest person here. I loved following through with your wtfock music analysis posts bc everything you felt is exactly what I felt. They made me really emotional!! And of course I (and Sarah and Fae) appreciate your tags for moyo season so much. We wait for them and we read them to each other and we just love seeing your reactions to it. Your edits are incredibly amazing too and I love the colouring in them. You are just an amazing sweetheart and I’m so glad to know you 🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

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-> From: @veerledejaegers (Soph)

Cille, you are very friendly and sweet, always insightful and seem like an incredibly lovely person that i hope i can get to know better ❤️(also love the black and white aesthetic)

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-> From: @sanderxrobbee (Semri)

Cilleeeeeeeeeeee loml!!!! Merry Christmas to you! I genuinely wish you all the best and I hope you get to spend all the holidays in the best way possible! You’re such a blessing to this fandom because you’re talented in every single way, whether it’s your writing or your godly Photoshop skills, oh and let’s not forget your dedication because you’re there all the time to brighten our days and make us smile. I haven’t known you for long, but I truly love and appreciate all you do and I’m grateful that you always take the time to compliment everything and everyone. You have no idea how much it makes me smile when you say my gifs are good because I’ve yet to learn a lot, but you are seriously one of the biggest reasons I haven’t given up the second something got too complicated. Where am I going with this? No idea. Anyway, I adore the fuck out of you and I’m happy to take part in this “project” because you really deserve all the love in the world. Once again, happy holidays!

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-> From: @hopelessromanticvirgo (Elene)

Talking about you Cille is making me always so emotional but I will try my best not to burst out from love and emotions. You’re one of the sweetest person here and I will never get tired of saying that.

We haven’t talked that much directly but I don’t need that to know you’re one of the greatest person here, I just know that for sure. I’m also sure about it because I can see the way you treat people? Even speaking about your tags? Like you take the time out of your day to make sure everybody gets love and everybody gets attention. You make all of us smile and I adore your tags on my stories. You can’t even imagine how many times I have reread your posts about it, like I crave it, I’m in love with it, it makes me feel so happy and so loved and I’m certain that everybody else feels the same way too. You always know how to make everybody’s day better and how to make them feel special.

And please, don’t even get me started on your posts! Your song analysis. Like I know I’ve told you this thousands of times before but I don’t care, I’m saying it again! The way you pictured and described all those songs and scenes!!! Like wow! I’d always reread your posts about that one specific scene after rewatching the season countless of times. (And you also did so many scenes!! I’m in awe and I’m emo from just thinking about it)

Watching clips were different but reading them with lyrics were a whole other thing. I just felt so connected with the whole story and scenes when I’d ready your posts. And connect scenes with the music and it was the best thing ever. Sometimes I still go back and reread some of my favorite posts of yours. I never get tired of it.

And you’re so kind and so sweet that I could write essays about it! Such a blessing to this world! I just love you a lot okay? Everybody needs somebody like you, somebody who shines from kindness and love and people around you must be so lucky who get to meet you everyday and talk to you!

Thank you so much for everything you do, for being you and for making my day better and making me smile every time you reblog my posts or every time I just see your username on my dashboard! It’s such a small gesture but means so much!

Thank you for existing, babe! I hope you’re gonna have a wonderful day! And I’m sending you the biggest hug and my positive vibes! I hope a smile never leaves your face! And I only wish the best things up onto you! I love you! ❤️❤️❤️

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-> From: @itubainaretro (Esther)

Cille, my queen!!! Hi, sweetheart! Just dropping by to say that I hope you’re having a good day, despite the situation that the world is in, and that you’re feeling happy, loved, cherished and warm today, because you’re you and you deserve to feel all the best feelings in the world! I wish you all the happiness in the world and that all your wishes come true too, because you sure deserve it! Thank you for being this amazing, inspiring, talented and sweet person that you are and that I’ve come to know a little bit in the past few months! I know we don’t exactly talk that much, but I want you to know that I love seeing you, your beautiful edits and your extremely heart warming “moments that live in my head rent free” posts on my dash daily! They all really make my days! Thank you for sharing your posts with us and making this fandom (and the world, honestly) a better place! You’re amazing and I’m really glad I pressed the follow button the day I did when I started following you! I hope this little message makes you smile today, babe! Best wishes and lots and lots of love,

Esther (itubainaretro) ♥️

PS: don’t forget to hydrate yourself, wear a mask and stay safe haha xxxx.

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-> From: @driesendotkom (Marie)

Dear cille,

the reason i‘m writing this is to simply say thank you. thank you for being such a stable part of the fandom. every time i go into the tag i know i will see you there and it makes me smile every time. i can’t tell you how many hours i spent reading every one of your song analysis. even now a year after season 3 ended i find myself going back to them now and then to reminisce and relive those moments all over again.

i also want to say thank you for being such a kind and welcoming person. you care so much about the people you are close to. you are so easy to talk to and you make the people around you feel comfortable instantly. you brought a little bit of hygge into my life and one more time i want to say thank you 💛

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-> From: @driesenrobbe (Becca)

my dear, sweet, cille! you never fail to make me smile and im beyond happy that we became mutuals! im sure i’ve already said this a million times before but you really do have the biggest heart and i couldn’t thank you enough for all the love and support you constantly share to everybody in the wtfock fandom. plus the talent you possess... girllllll i love seeing your edits and reading your posts (honestly your mind is just wowowowow, it’s on a whole other level of incredible and i hope you know just how wonderful you are). also the way you always write entire essays in the tags of other posts... like you really do take the time to make everyone feel so welcomed and loved, and I’m sending you an infinite amount of love and appreciation in return! you really are the sweetest, most caring person who deserves all the happiness in the world, an actual ray of sunshine! i hope you know how loved and cherished you are, and that good vibes are always being sent your way. Many hugs and kusjes, ilysm!!!! <3

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-> From: @mijnlief (Eline)

Dear Cille,

This year has been a weird one, but I do know that it has also been one of the best because of meeting you. In such a short time we became so close, and I am so grateful to have met you during these weird times. We are so alike in many ways and I love that so much. Our Skype conversations are my favorite and the essays you send me about my writing and just about me being me always make me feel happy and loved. You are the kindest and most generous person ever. I hope you know how special you are. I am so proud of you for everything you have achieved this year and for choosing yourself in situations where it got hard to make a choice in the first place. I know I tell you that everyday, but it doesn’t hurt to say it again right here. I hope this post makes you smile, because you deserve that so much for just being who you are. You bring happiness to all of my days and I can’t wait to hug you one day soon when everything in the world calms down again. I love you lots! 🧡 Eline

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-> From: @onzeziggy (Laurien)

My sweetest Cille, where do I even begin? I suggest we should just begin from the very beginning and I’m sorry in advance if this is going to be a long, sappy text! But now that I have the chance (shout out to Rodrigo) for saying everything I want, I’m not able to tell you how long this will take.

So Cille, I still remember very clearly the first time I saw your account appearing on my dash. It was a music analysis from one of the songs from season 3. I was so amazed by it, because I could imagine how much time it takes to make it and observe every little detail in a single clip. I immediately fell in love with the concept of it and one week later, when you posted another one, my mouth dropped to the floor. Another music analysis? From the same person? Who is she and how do I become her friend? After that second post, I immediately started following you and became your little fangirl. I don’t lie when I say I was waiting every week for a new update of your incredible music analysis nor when I say I loved every single one of them (and still do). I know I already said this a million times, but your words of telling what was going on in every clip, about the emotions present in them, and how the music blended all of it together… No one, and I mean no one could have done it any better! I will forever be grateful for those posts and I want to thank you once again for wanting to share them and your talent with us!

After the music analysis adventure, your picture edits catched my eye. I love them so so much and I also took some creation of it for making some myself. Still, I was this little fangirl, knowing your name is Cille, but also wanting to know so much more about the person behind one of my favorite blogs. And now, during this hiatus, I can say I’ve got to know you and I couldn’t be any happier about it! Starting with little comments in each other’s tags, having little chats in the comment sections to screaming about a possible drawing of Robbe from Sander on their one year anniversary. And look at us now, reblogging almost every post and writing essays in each other’s tags hahah! Honestly, it keeps me alive during these times and I’m so glad I can do this together with you! I live for your attacks! Aaaah now that I’m talking about an attack, the fact that you have a dimples post ready is making me so excited and I think about it every day! We both know what’s important in love and life and that’s Robbe’s dimples! But this right here shows once again what an amazing sweet person you are! No one on here has ever done anything like this for me before, so I can’t thank you enough for this and all the other things you did and still do for me! And the privilege I have to be able to call you my friend warms my heart <33

I’m going to end this with a little quote Robbe wrote in one of his Instagram posts. When I read it again a couple of days ago, I immediately thought of you and what we’ve been through together the last few weeks :’)) Once again, thank you so much for everything you do for me and for everyone here in this fandom and being the amazing person you are! You deserve the whole world for it!

“Sometimes it’s like we just met yesterday, but other days it seems like I already know you my whole life, I love you Cille!” <33

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I hope you enjoyed this💛 If you didn't know this community loved you yet (and I don't think that was possible), now you definetly do.

Extra: I'd like to thank once again everyone that took part it this surprise, you are all the sweetest for taking some time to write this and to help me with it! Thank you so so much✨

#Surprise!#Cille this is the least you deserve #but I'm so happy I got to do this #with the help of all this sweet people #I'm wishing you (and everyone) an amazing day!#and never forget that...#we all love you!

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blackhakumen · 4 years ago

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Mini Fanfic #625: Surprise Present (Sonic)

9:56 a.m. Outside of the Rabbits' Household.......

Espio: You mind telling us why you bring us outside now, Vector?

Charmy: (Rapidly Rubbing Both of his Arms Up and Down for More Warmth) Yeah, man! It's freezing out here!

Vector: (Already Smiling Proudly Towards Himself) The answer's simple, boys. I wanna show you guys the present I got this year for a certain lovely lady towards my sight~ (Winks at Vanilla)

Vanilla: (Gasps While Blushing) For me?~

Vanilla: Yep! (Starts Rubbing the Back of His Head Back and Forth While Blushing in Shyness) B-B-But in all seriousness though, I.... really do you hope you like it and all.....

Charmy: (Crosses his Arms and Start Thinking) I wonder what the present is.....Ooh! Is it a singing snowman with a top hat!?....What was his name again?

Cream: (Suddenly Begins to Smile Brightly) Is it Frosty the Snowman!?

Vector: (Gives Both of the Kids a Straight Face) It's not a snowman name Frosty. (Smiles Again) It's something even better! (Pulls the Cover off of Vanilla's Christmas Present)

Vanilla: (Genuinely Surprised at The Present in Front of Her) Vector.....is this really....

Vector: That is it! A fully modeled and advance motorcycle! I call it the Hard-Boiled.

Charmy: (Struck in Awe at the Motorcycle in Front of Him) Wooooooah........

Espio: (Turns to Vector) Since when did you got yourself a motorcycle?

Vector: Remember that whole World Grand Prix I participated a while back with Amy and Cream?

Cream: (Smiles Softly) I remembered. It was such a wonderful time. I can't thank you enough for joining us, Mr. Vector.

Charmy: (Eyes Widened in Shock) Hold the phone! (Glares at Vector) You're telling me you guys entered some kind of contest without us!?

Cream: (Turns to Charmy) I'm sorry we didn't invite you and Espio, Charmy. But it was a three-team competition and Amy and I only ask Vector to fill in as our last teammate.

Charmy: Ohhhh I get it now......(Starts Pouting a Little) Still wish I could've join in on the fun though....

Vector: (Rolled his Eyes) Ehhhhh. I'm pretty sure the contest wasn't that big of deal in the first place. It was just one of Eggman's plain attempts on taking over the world or whatever.....

Cream: (Frowns in a Bit of Concern) Mr. Vector, are you still upset that we didn't win the prize that you want?

Vector: (Smiles a Little While Holding up his Hand a Little) Nah. I'm good, kiddo. I was only spouting out words like I always do. Nothing to it.

Cream: Well.....If you say so.

Vector: (Turns to Vanilla) S-So uhh anyways, Vanilly... W-What do you think of your gift?

Vanilla: (Turns Back to Vector with a Soft Smile on her Face) This is very lovely and thoughtful of you, Vector-kins. Thank you~ But you really didn't have to go out of your way to get this for me. I've already gotten myself of my own years ago.

Vector: (Eyes Widened in a Bit of Disbelief) You do?

Espio: (Raised an Eyebrow in Confusion and a bit of Surprised) You do?

Charmy: (Struck in Awe Again) No way.......

Cream: ('Gasps') Mommy, is that true?

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) Oho my. It seems like I haven't told you children about my college years of being a biker yet, haven't I?

Cream: (Eyes Widened in Surprised) A biker!?

Vanilla: (Smiles Sheepishly) I'll tell you all about once we get to the garage, okay?

Few Minutes into the Garage Later......

Cream/Charmy: (Amazed at the Sight of Vanilla's Red Motorcycle) Woooooooah......

Espio: (Genuinely Surprised) Well....This is something.....

Vector: (Eyes Widened in Complete Awe) This has to be most beautiful motorcycle I have ever lay my eyes upon.....

Vanilla: (Giggles Softly) I'm so glad all of you like it. (Pats on one of the Motorcycle's Handle Bars) I had Bianca-

Vector: YOU NAMED HER BIANCA!!?

Vanilla: Yes, my dear crocodile~ That's her name. I had her ever since I was in college.... When I first became a biker during that time.

Cream: (Turns to her Vanilla) Why haven't you told me about this before?

Vanilla: I haven't had the chance to do so. Plus.....(Frowns a Little While Looking Away) I was kind of afraid what you would think of me if I told you.

Cream: (Happily Hugs her Mother) Oh mommy....You don't need to be afraid to tell me these kind of things. I'll always love you no matter what. And I think it's amazing that you were a biker.

Charmy: (Smiles Brightly While Joining in on the Hug As Well) Yeah, Mrs. V. I think you're even more cool than I thought you would!

Vanilla: (Heart Begins to Melt as She Picks up Two of her Children and Hugs Them Back) Oh sweethearts.....Thank you. I'm so happy you two look up to me.

Vector: (Starts Blushing Towards Vanilla from a Bit of a Distance) Oh great....The adrenaline came back....

Espio: What adrenaline?

Vector: The adrenaline of my love and admiration for that woman.....And seeing her smile.....

Espio: I see.....(Smirks a Little) Though, I really shouldn't be surprised. You've been trying do everything for her the moment you confessed your feelings to one another and that motorcycle you given her was an example of that. You really have turned into a love-struck fool.

Vector: (Rolled his Eyes) You'll understand the same feeling when you're in love.....

Espio: (Gives Vector a Straight Face) I already have a girlfriend and a boyfriend, Vector.

Vector: See? (Starts Walking Away) Keep loving them like you always do you'll be a love-struck dork yourself.

Espio: ('Hmph') (Rolled his Eyes) Like that will ever happen........(Suddenly Starts Looking Away from the Gang, Pulls out his Phone, and Starts Texting Blaze and Silver While Blushing Himself)

Vector: (Make his Way to Vanilla in a Bit of Shy Like Manner) So I uhh....(Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) Guessing you don't really care for my gift after all, huh?

Vanilla: (Hugs Vector Lovingly) Vector, don't say that. I love your gift very much. Just as much as I love you~ (Gives Vector a Kiss on the Cheek)

Vector: (Starts Blushing Yet Again While Hugging Vanilla Back) Same~ Y-You know, if you want, I can drive you anywhere with it sometimes.

Vanilla: (Smiles Softly) Only if you still let me drive you anywhere with Bianca~

Vector: (Smiles Brightly) It's a date. Merry Christmas, Vanilla.

Vanilla: Merry Christmas to you too, Vector-kins.

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#sonic series #vector the crocodile #vanilla the rabbit #espio the chameleon #charmy bee #cream the rabbit #blaze the cat (mentioned)#silver the hedgehog (mentioned)#lots and lots of fluff here #cute romance #vanilla x vector #espio x silver x blaze #vector and espio are love-struck fools confirmed #christmas stories #sweet family moment

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shreddedparchment · 6 years ago

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I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus

12/16/2018

Pairing: Steve x Reader Word Count: 6,430

Prompt: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by The Jackson 5

Warnings: Language, fluff, oh man, fluff *Masterpost in Notes

A/N: So, I wanted to do a Christmas themed fic and I decided to do it on some of my favorite Christmas songs so there will probably be a few more. This is just the first one that formed most clearly in my head. This does deal with Christmas so I’m sorry if you don’t celebrate Christmas but I hope you will still enjoy this sweet, sweet, (cavity sweet) fic. I had so much fun writing it and it’s my first time really writing kids so I hope it comes out okay. As always, if you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays! I love y’all. Enjoy this (hopefully) treat!

Chilly mornings, snow covered window sills, and the smell of pine are some of the simple things that you enjoy about winter.

Christmas morning, with the smell of a turkey roasting and the sweet scent of gingerbread and cinnamon floating throughout the house, it doesn’t take long for the two sleepyheads of the house to lazily slump their way into the kitchen to see what it is you’re up to.

The first one in is short, really short. She’s just under three feet of inherited sass, with storm blue eyes like her daddy, long blonde hair that shines as if it were kissed by the sun, and rosy pink cheeks that puff out in the morning. As she sleepily walks to you, rubbing her right eye with her small fist, you can’t help the smile that overcomes your face. She’s your little girl, your pride and joy, and boy does she look like her daddy. Only cuter in her long red cotton nightgown with long sleeves because, duh, it’s winter.

You don’t see hardly an ounce of yourself in her, save for perhaps her temper. She definitely gets that from you.

“Good morning, my darling.” You greet her, but she moves towards you without a word, her arms held up ready to be picked up. She might be three, but she’s tiny, and you know that she probably gets that from her daddy too.

Speak of the devil. You look up to watch a tall blonde man with sleepy storm blue eyes move towards you. The back of his hair is in disarray, but he also looks tasty in his long sleeve red shirt and festive green pajama pants covered in a silver and blue ornament print. He’s rubbing his right eye with his large fist, dragging his slipper covered feet across the light blue tile of your kitchen floor, the spitting image of your daughter.

“Oh, two darlings on Christmas morning. I’m so lucky.” You exclaim as you reach down and scoop your little girl up.

She wraps her arms around your neck and rests her left cheek on your right shoulder facing the counter where you’d been mixing up some flour. Her little hand finds the skin of your neck and begins to gently stroke it. The soft baby skin of her itty-bitty fingers feels like heaven. You’ll never get tired of her little habit. The other zombie moves towards you and wraps his arms around your waist and leans down to bury his face into the left side of your neck. You can feel his lips grazing your skin and it heats you up, chasing the cold of the morning away.

“You know, I’ve been up for a while? You both need to get in the shower and dressed. Sam will be here in two hours and Tony likes to drop in when he wants.” You inform them but your little one isn’t worried.

Your big one sighs, his hot breath sending shiver along your spine. “Warabou buggy?”

You don’t need a translator. “Bucky’s coming with Sam.”

But your big one doesn’t budge which forces you to get stern. “Steven Grant Rogers, if they show up and you’re not dressed…”

He groans and pulls away. “Okay, okay. I’m awake.”

“No, you’re not.” You say with a shake of your head. “Look at that face.”

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and then leans in to kiss you as you chuckle. “Mmm, you taste like cherries.”

He leans in and kisses you some more, deepening the kiss to get as much of that cherry flavor as he can. He has to maneuver around your three-year-old who is still not budging.

You laugh and don’t dare break that kiss. It’s a good way to start Christmas morning. Any morning, really.

Steve pulls away but peppers you with firm pecks while you speak. "Come-on-or-we won’t-be-ready-in-time.”

He holds the last kiss for a few seconds then pulls away to finally look at your kitchen counters all covered in dough, flour, fresh fruit, glaze for the cinnamon rolls, powdered sugar, pecans, gravy, stuffing, and all the other fixings for a full Christmas turkey lunch.

“How long have you been up?” Steve asks, worried that he’s made a mistake by sleeping in.

“Long enough to get this going.” You rub your little one’s back and then spank her little bottom twice with affection. “Go on, Sarah, let daddy carry you, mommy’s gotta finish the food before your uncles get here.”

Little Sarah finally pushes herself up and quickly turns towards Steve and extends her arms to be carried. Steve takes her, and she immediately finds his right shoulder with her left cheek but she’s not sleeping. She’s awake, if not wide awake, staring straight across out the kitchen window where snow falls steadily and piles up higher on the sill.

“Do you need me to help with anything? I’m so sorry, honey, I didn’t mean to sleep in.” Steve apologizes, genuinely, and he watches your face with disappointment in himself and it makes your heart stutter.

He’s such a good husband. So thoughtful. “Aww, baby, you just got back, don’t worry about it. I’m just happy you’re home in time to celebrate with us. For a few days there, I didn’t think we’d get to have you home for Christmas.”

He’s not appeased. In fact, he still looks worried about leaving you saddled with all the work in the kitchen, but you nod towards the living room. “Go on. Get her dressed and I’ll get you two some breakfast.”

“I’m sorry, hun.” Steve says again, still not letting go of the workload you must have already completed and still must do.

“Hey!” You say, almost as if you’re going to chastise him and he stares at you with those worried blue eyes. “Give me a kiss.”

Steve’s face relaxes a little, his lips curving into that small coy smile that you fell in love with, and he leans in to press his lips against yours while holding Sarah secure against his shoulder with his wide right hand splayed along the center of her small back.

“Mmm.” You say as he kisses you then pulls back with the sound of smacking lips. “Now go.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Steve says with a smile and turns to head back towards the bedrooms. “Say, we’ll be back in a little bit mommy.”

“We be back in a wittow bid, mommy.” Sarah repeats, her high voice is soft, like a tinkling bell, but flows even like Steve’s.

“Say, I love you, mommy.” Steve continues as they move through the living room towards the hallway.

“Wuv you, mommy.” She parrots.

“You’re the prettiest mommy in the world, mommy.”

“You’re da pwettiest mommy in da wold, mommy.” Sarah pushes herself up, smiling, having fun repeating after Steve now.

“Thank you for loving daddy, mommy.” Steve says as they both disappear from sight.

“Dank you fow wubbing daddy, mommy.” Her little voice is distant now, but you can just make it out.

You turn back to your flour and get back to making your cinnamon rolls, smiling because Steve is probably still making her say things. She’s a little on the shy side and Steve has told you how shy he was at her age but with you and Steve she’s an open book. Her small stature is also probably because of him too. He’d been tiny at her age.

It takes them twenty minutes to get ready, during which time you make some fresh coffee, and when they come back into the kitchen, Steve is dressed in a pair of dark gray dress pants, a V-cut navy-blue sweater with a lighter blue undershirt, and a bright red tie. “Well?”

“You look great. And where’s my precious angel?” You wonder, and Sarah moves in wearing a red dress with large white polka dots on the top and a solid red tulle skirt on the bottom. “Oh, my goodness! Look at how beautiful you look!”

Steve even tied a little grow ribbon into a bow on her head! Clever, Daddy!

You’re dramatic about your gushing and Sarah giggles and races towards you to cling to your leg. “You are going to knock the socks off your uncles.”

Your little girl has got to be the prettiest little girl in the world.

“We did good.” You tell Steve and he chuckles, watching Sarah grin wide as you fawn over her. “None of them are going to stand a chance, are they?”

“She’ll have them wrapped around her finger in the first ten minutes.” Steve agrees.

“Ooh, I love you so much.” You squat down so that you can pull her into a hug and kiss her puffed rosy cheek. “What do you want to eat for breakfast?”

“Fwench toes!” She exclaims excitedly.

“French toast. Okay. Go wait with daddy in the dining room and I’ll be right in with your French toast.” You kiss her again because she’s so darn irresistible and once again spank her little bottom lightly.

She giggles and races off towards the dining room.

“What do you want, babe?” You ask, standing back up and straightening your red, wrap around dress, white mistletoe printed on the soft flowing fabric from top to bottom.

Steve is finally back from his mission. He deserves to eat whatever he desires, and you’ll make it, no matter what it might be.

“French toast is fine.” He agrees with Sarah then moves to pour himself a cup of freshly brewed coffee and fill a child’s plastic reindeer cup with milk.

Steve moves to place the cup of milk in front of his princess and kisses her head as she grabs it and takes a sip. He sits himself beside her, watching the kitchen doorway with slight apprehension. You’re in the process of making Christmas lunch, now breakfast too, and you’d been wrapping presents all last night. You’d gone to sleep after him, woken up before him, and you’re still going without complaint. He has half a mind to go in there and force you to sit down and rest while he finishes up the rest of the food, but he knows you’ll only get after him.

Plus, he’s not as good a cook as you are. He’s decent, but this type of meal? Not a chance.

“Daddy…” Sarah’s little voice whispers, calling his attention to her as she hunches low by the table, her little blue eyes glued to the kitchen doorway as she watches for movement.

“What?” He asks, his voice a whisper too.

It’s instinct, Steve falling into play with her without any coaxing. He loves playing with her and if he could spend all day at home taking care of her and making her laugh, he would. When he’s not on mission, he’s already doing just that.

“Daddy, I hab a see-kwit.” She separates the word into two distinct syllables and Steve smiles at her cuteness.

She’s bragging, the rascal.

He gasps silently, his mouth agape as he widens his eyes and Sarah responds by biting her small rosebud bottom lip then covers her mouth with her tiny hand as she stifles her giggle.

“Mommy doesn’t like secrets.” Steve reminds her.

House rule! No secrets between mommy, daddy, and Sarah.

Sarah’s face goes deadly serious as her own eyes widen and become perfectly round, storm blue saucers. They’re so mesmerizing that if Steve wasn’t in conversation with her and highly amused, he’d be lost in those beautiful eyes.

“Is mommy’s see-kwit!” She exclaims still whispering.

Steve glances at the kitchen doorway as his brow furrows and he suddenly realizes that Sarah might have seen you buying his Christmas present or planning something else. Or maybe you were sneaking brittle again when he deliberately asked you to leave him some!

“What secret does mommy have from daddy?” Steve wonders.

He pushes his coffee cup away a bit so that he can fold both arms on the shining maple wood table, and slowly he slides, hunching down towards Sarah as she also leans towards him. She places her hand in front of her lips to try and cover them so that if you should walk in, you can’t see what she’s saying. But she’s so uncoordinated still that she mostly just covers her lips so that Steve has to lean in closer to hear her.

“I tink mommy wikes Santa.” She says, and Steve has to turn to look at her face to see what expression she’s wearing.

If she’s grinning, he’ll know that she’s playing a game. Whether it’s playing pretend or just playing a joke on him, he’ll know. But what he finds is a completely serious expression as Sarah quickly glances at the kitchen doorway and Steve starts to wonder if she doesn’t already have some innate ability to be a spy. She is your daughter. And she’s sharp and quick thinking. Witty. And with the way she’s treating this exchange of information, Steve can suddenly see your influence, the spy life that you’d given up when you’d gotten pregnant, he can see it in her in this moment. Her shifty eyes, her careful whispering. She knows what she’s doing probably without knowing it.

And she’s fucking adorable doing it too.

“Why do you think mommy likes Santa? Don’t we want to like Santa? He brings us presents.” Steve counters and Sarah frowns at him and it’s so cute and terrifying, the extent of her expressions that he pulls back a bit.

“Daddy, mommy wikes Santa wike she wikes daddy!” She explains, exasperated with Steve’s inability to get the picture.

A little lightbulb flickers on in Steve’s head suddenly and he has to focus hard not to smile because this is serious business for his baby girl and he’s going to give her the respect that she deserves while she conducts her investigation!

“What makes you say that, princess?” Steve urges for an explanation and Sarah looks back to the kitchen doorway and sighs like she’s about to give him her life’s story.

Sarah’s little fluttering heart prompts her to sit anxiously on the edge of her soft bed. Her little hands slowly rub the soft and fresh satin fabric of her sunshine yellow comforter, her favorite color. There’s little pink flowers all over it and it’s the best blanket in the entire world! Mommy and Daddy picked it and Sarah loves it and she will never sleep without it.

She hears a sudden gasp at her door and she tenses up, gripping her comforter as the door shoots open and you race inside, shutting the door behind you before moving to sit beside her on the bed. You wrap your arm around her small shoulders and Sarah can’t help but lean into your embrace. Mommy is safe. Mommy is where no one can hurt you.

“Shhh, you hear that?” You ask and Sarah nods as the distant sound of sleigh bells echoes down the hall. “What is it, Sarah?”

Sarah listens a few seconds longer, her eyes wide as she processes the tinkling noise and then she remembers and whispers excitedly. “Waindee-o!”

“Santa’s reindeer!” You gasp excitedly with her, dropping your voice to a whisper like hers.

Suddenly there’s a loud thump and you fake a jump, but Sarah’s tiny heart gives a leap and she wraps her little arms around your waist, burying her face against your side.

“Oh, my goodness!” You exclaim quietly. “What do you think that might have been?”

Sarah peeks out towards the door then fully turns her face towards it as her mind rushes to remember what that sound could be.

“Santa’s sway.” She whispers and smiles up at you. “Santa’s heo.”

You widen your eyes, bite your bottom lip and she copies you.

“Should we go see?” You ask her, and Sarah looks at the door before she bravely hops off of the bed and marches to the door.

She looks down at her hands, empty, and races back to the bed to grab her stuffed Captain America doll which Uncle Bucky had thought would annoy Steve, but it only made Steve proud when Sarah clung to the doll for safety. ‘Dis my daddy.’ She’d say proudly, and Steve would beam.

She clutches the doll against her chest then moves back towards the door. “Okay, mommy, wes go see Santa.”

As you move to catch up with her, Sarah doesn’t react when you reach down and pull her long red nightgown down all the way. She’s staring at the door with fierce determination, mimicking your face when you stare at the sink full of dishes.

She has no way of knowing you’d worn that face when you’d been fighting enemies around the world before she was born. She’s got your natural instinct for facing what scares her a little bit and Steve’s bravery to face it with determination and strength.

You open the door and Sarah peeks out first, looking around the corner down the long hallway as she stares at the distant living room. The rest of the apartment is dark, except for the orange glow in the living room coming from the fireplace as it crackles with hot and inviting flames. There’s also the tree, tall and covered in soft white twinkle lights that pulsate softly filling the room with dim and pleasant mood lighting.

“Which way, my darling?” You ask her, and Sarah looks up at you, her brow furrowed as she points towards the living room.

“Dat way, mommy.” Sarah walks forward, courage filling her chest, and she’s not scared anymore.

She wants to see Santa and if he didn’t bring daddy and mommy presents too then she’s going to have a stern word with him.

“Kwite, mommy. Shhh.” She whispers, pressing the tiny index finger of her right hand to her lips as she clutches Captain America to her chest with her left, and Sarah is so glad that she went back for Daddy because he gives her the brave stuff to move towards Santa.

“Ooh, okay, baby.” You assure her, and Sarah knows that you’ll be quiet without needing to be told again.

Mommy is the best at keeping quiet. Even better than daddy!

The closer the two of you draw to the living room, the more of the dimly lit room is exposed, the slower Sarah gets. She does this on purpose, placing her feet deliberately so that they don’t creak against the wooden floor of the hallway. Suddenly, Sarah freezes and you do too. Your eyes on her however, and Sarah’s blues widen as a big tall man dressed in a red suit with fluffy white stuff on it and a big black belt and a big red hat with a fluffy ball on the end comes into view.

“Santa…” Sarah whispers.

She watches, frozen and transfixed with her left arm clutching Captain America more tightly to her chest, as Santa moves towards the Christmas tree and begins to unload boxes and boxes of presents. There are so many, Sarah gasps.

One, two, three, four, five, seven, nine, ten, eleven! Eleven presents from Santa, Sarah counts. Wow!

Then Santa stands up straight and Sarah flattens herself against the closest wall of the hallway as Santa moves towards the small table by daddy’s favorite brown chair where he proceeds to eat three big sugar cookies and then drinks down the whole glass of milk. Sarah is ecstatic. Those were her cookies! She helped mommy make them.

“Mommy!” She says excitedly, and you drop down onto your knees beside her.

Mommy’s hands find Sarah’s little hips and you pull her against your chest, wrapping your arms around her as Sarah bounces in place, so excited she can’t hide it anymore.

All of a sudden, Santa freezes as he places the empty glass of milk down and he pretends to be listening hard.

“Uh oh.” You say and Sarah gasps.

“Santa heard us, mommy?” She worries.

“I don’t know, baby, come on. Let’s hurry and get to bed before Santa can see us.” You rush to whisper and Sarah springs from between your legs and rushes towards her room as quietly as she can, throws her door open, and climbs into bed on her own.

She pulls the yellow comforter over her legs, shoves plush Daddy beside her and slightly under the blanket before she throws herself back against her pillows and shuts her blue eyes tight, her blonde locks a soft and beautiful crown around her head.

You move in and as Sarah waits with her eyes closed, she feels you tuck her in. Then you kiss plush Daddy because you always kiss plus Daddy. And then you kiss Sarah and Sarah smiles.

“Goodnight, my angel. Sweet dreams and remember to stay in bed. Santa might still be here.” You whisper and Sarah nods, her eyes still shut tight.

For several minutes, Sarah listens hard. She hears a very faint click, the only indication that you’ve left her room and she tries hard to go to sleep.

“Sweep, sweep, sweep…” She chants under her breath but when sleep doesn’t come, Sarah opens her eyes and looks towards the door. She can hear the faint mumbling of voices and wonders if maybe Daddy’s home.

Because she can’t resist the lure of seeing Daddy before the night is over, she slowly gets up from her bed and moves towards the door and now she’s sure she can hear Mommy laughing. She’s laughing like when Daddy’s home!

New excitement courses through Sarah’s little body, more so than when she heard Santa, and she pulls the door open and scampers down the hallway towards the living room then stops dead as she sees Santa standing in front of the tree, carrying Mommy!

For a moment, poor Sarah isn’t sure what she’s seeing. She flattens herself against the hallway wall again and this time, squats down on her own so that she can watch Santa with Mommy properly. That’s not Daddy. Why is Mommy laughing with Santa?!

Then Santa leans in towards Mommy and tickles Mommy’s cheek with his whiskers! Why is Santa tickling Mommy with his whiskers?!

“Awe, I do miss the beard.” Mommy says and Sarah watches as Santa tickles Mommy again and Mommy reaches down to scratch Santa’s chin through his beard.

When Santa speaks, he sounds slightly familiar, but Sarah is so shocked by what she’s seeing that she’s not sure why Santa sounds like that.

“How about you give Santa a kiss?” Santa says, and Sarah shakes her head.

No! Mommy isn’t supposed to kiss Santa! Mommy only kisses Daddy!

Sarah is devastated as Mommy leans in, wrapping her arms around Santa’s neck and kisses him.

Mommy. Kissed. Santa. What?!

In a daze, Sarah makes her way back to her room. She slips in, shaking her head in disappointment because Mommy is only supposed to kiss Daddy. Daddy would be so shocked to see Mommy kissing Santa!

As Sarah climbs back into bed and pulls her covers back over herself, she narrows her eyes and vows, to protect Daddy, she will keep Mommy’s secret and never tell Daddy that she saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus.

Steve is struggling so hard to keep from laughing. He’s struggling to keep from smiling. He swallows hard, hoping it will also cause him to swallow down the urge to laugh.

“Mommy kissed Santa?” He asks his daughter and she nods gravely.

“Yes, Daddy.” Sarah sighs, still whispering, still glancing towards the kitchen.

“Did Mommy hut you Daddy?” Sarah asks, completely serious, and Steve is so overwhelmed with love for his little girl that he reaches over and wraps her up in his arm as she sits in her seat.

“No, baby girl, Mommy didn’t hurt Daddy. Mommy told me that she kissed Santa when I got home. She said that it was only a kiss to say thank you and that she would never do it again.” He assures her, but Sarah’s little face is still frowning.

“I dunno, Daddy. I tink Mommy wikes Santa.” She suddenly looks up as you cross into the room and Steve leans back up as Sarah presses her finger to her lips. “Shhh.”

“What are you shushing about, young lady?” You ask and Steve smiles down at his little girl.

“Never you mind.” He tells you and because Steve knows you’ll know that this is all for parenting reasons, he gives you a scowl.

“Hmm. Here is your French toast, my darling.” You tell Sarah and Steve smiles as Sarah seems to completely forget the traumatic experience of watching Mommy kiss Santa as her French toast is placed before her. “Do you want syrup? Or powdered sugar?”

Sarah bounces in her seat. “Poweo sugo.”

“Alright. And what about you, Steve?” You ask as you sift the powdered sugar, just a small bit, over Sarah’s French toast.

“Syrup. I’ll pour it, hun.” He gives you an amused smile and Steve feels a strange sense of elation as he watches the confusion on your face as you watch the expression on his.

“Oookay.” You say and place the small pitcher before him. Heated syrup. Yay, you! “I’ll be finishing up the pies if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Mommy.” Steve says, nudging Sarah as she chews on her first bite.

“Tanks, Mommy!” She says excitedly, enjoying her breakfast greatly.

“You’re welcome, my angel.” You say with a smile.

As you head back into the kitchen, Steve watches you go with a grin, his mind on last night and how much fun it had been to be Santa.

As you finish placing another pie in the oven, you move to finish mixing the last of the peach pie, your last pie, together so that you can pour it into its tin and put it in and be done in the kitchen!

You’re so focused on mixing that you don’t hear Steve as he walks into the kitchen. It’s not until his right arm is wrapping itself around your shoulder, two of his fingers slipping in underneath the left side of your dress to caress the skin of your shoulder, his lips making a beeline for your neck.

“Steve,” You gasp, surprised but pleasantly so.

Your hand freezes as your skin erupts into goosebumps, the heat of his touch making your heart stutter and restart at a faster rate. He leans his left hand on the counter, leaning against you, pressing his body to yours from behind.

“Steve, Sarah’s in the other room.” You complain, but not really.

“She’s watching Rudolph.” He says, nibbling your skin.

When his tongue, hot and wet, slides slowly along the length of your neck, you give up and noisily let your hands clatter into the metal mixing bowl.

“God, I missed you.” He whispers huskily as he pulls back, and you turn to look at him.

“I missed you.” You admit and lean in to kiss him, but he doesn’t meet your kiss and pulls back, staring at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “What?”

“Our daughter, is very disappointed in you.” He informs you and your heart seems to tumble with the bad news.

“What? Why?” You demand, but Steve’s fingers stroke the skin of your shoulder underneath your dress, moving down slowly and closer to your breast.

“She caught you.” He says gravely. “And you were being a bad Mommy.”

“Steve, what are you talking about?” You demand again, losing patience this time.

He huffs a laugh, grinning at you before he leans in to whisper in your ear. “Sarah just informed me that she had a secret. Mommy’s secret. And she was hoping that I wouldn’t take it hard, but she thought that I needed to know that Mommy likes Santa.”

For a moment you stand there, confused out of your mind. “What?”

Steve chuckles and drops the teasing tone as he kisses your cheek. “Our daughter caught you kissing Santa Claus last night and she thought that I needed to know.”

“Oh, my God.” You exclaim, realizing what your baby girl must have seen.

How confusing must that have been?

“I told her that you let me know right away that you only kissed Santa so that you could thank him for bringing us gifts but your daughter, ever the sleuth, is not convinced and swears that Mommy likes Santa the way Mommy likes Daddy.” He chuckles again, and you blanch.

“Oh, Steve, she must be so upset.” You worry.

“Oh, honey, no.” Steve reaches over to turn your head so that you’ll look at him. “She’s three. She’ll forget it in a few weeks. Days even. You have nothing to worry about. Except maybe planning a little better for next year. We’ll have to wait until I’m out of the Santa suit to make out.”

You laugh at his words but still worry that you might have done some lasting damage to your daughter’s psyche. The last thing you want is for her to wonder if you really love her father.

“But,” Steve leans down and shuts you up with a kiss. Your hands full of sticky dough and peaches, you lean back, giving in as Steve’s hands find your wrists to hold you in his arms without your cooking getting all over the place. “Mmm, you kept the beard.”

He hadn’t shaved this morning. Thanks to your comment last night maybe? He kisses you again.

“God, now you taste like peaches.” He moans, whining because you’ve got a full day of entertaining to do and he’s going to have to wait until they’re gone and Sarah’s asleep before he can have his way with you.

You laugh, amused by his tone, but he wraps you up in his arms again and kisses you more fiercely.

The kiss might just begin to get good when suddenly the doorbell rings and Steve groans in complaint. He pulls away, a soft lip-smacking echoing around the kitchen as he turns towards the kitchen doorway. “Can’t we just cancel? We’ll say Sarah has the chicken pox.”

“Steve!” You chastise him and quickly drop the contents of your pie into its tin. No top crust for this one. “Put that in the oven while I get the door.”

“Yes, drill sergeant, sir.” He says sarcastically, and you shake your head at him before moving towards the front door, wiping your hands on your apron as you go.

When you open the door, you find Sam and Bucky arguing over the wine they’re holding.

“Why would you bring a white wine? This is clearly a red wine sort of occasion.” Sam points out.

“Look, you brought your red wine, I brought my white wine. Why does there have to be a right or wrong wine? Can’t we just enjoy both bottles?” Bucky demands.

You give them a quick look over and both men are wearing dark pants like Steve.

“I don’t know, can we?” Sam asks sarcastically.

“You’re already fighting?” You ask, slightly exasperated.

“Fighting?” Sam asks, incredulous as he moves towards you and leans down to kiss your cheek.

As he moves passed you, Bucky moves towards you next, his hair pulled back into a clean yet stylish bun.

“We’re not fighting.” Bucky says, “This is just a discussion.”

He kisses your cheek too and you shut the door behind him and take his jacket as he strips it off, switching the wine bottle from hand to hand as he does. “Right, you’re both in denial. You fight like old ladies.”

“We do not. Where’s Steve?” Bucky asks as he straightens his dark red sweater.

“What is that?!” Sam’s voice suddenly demands.

As you hang up Bucky’s coat, you look over at Sam who is holding his own coat in one hand as he stares at Bucky’s sweater.

“What?” Bucky asks, feigning innocence, badly.

You don’t believe him for one second and it seems that neither does Sam.

“What happened to the ugly Christmas sweater theme?!” He demands, looking around at you as you get a look at his sweater.

The bottom half of the sweater is dark blue, the middle is red, and the top is gray and white. A large yellow letter A in the Avengers font takes up about seventy-five percent of the sweater’s face along with two matching A’s on both the left and right arm. All around the A’s there are small Mjolnir hammers, Captain America shields, green Hulk fists, red Winter Soldier stars, Iron Man masks, Black Widow symbols, and small red falcons.

You cover your mouth with your hand as you stare at Sam’s sweater and your urge to laugh is so strong that it seeps through and you almost spit but luckily your hand is over your mouth.

Bucky loses his composure a bit too and as he speaks, the amusement is clear in his voice. “Oh, man, I er…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Man…” Sam starts.

Steve walks in and adds to the fun. “Woah! Sam, nice sweater.”

“What? Man! How are you and this idiot gonna be wearing normal sweaters? I thought this was an ugly sweater party?” He demands.

Steve shakes his head. “Sam, this was never going to be an ugly sweater party.”

Sam turns back to glare at Bucky and Bucky finally laughs. “I’m sorry, I…I couldn’t help myself.”

“I had this shit custom made!” Sam exclaims.

You gasp as you laugh. “Sam! Language?”

There are little ears in the house. Just as you say it, she comes scampering in. “Unco Bucky!”

“Holy-who is this beautiful Christmas model running towards me?!” Bucky plays up the flattery just like you did earlier, and he catches her in his arms, lifts her up, and presses a kiss to her cheek. “I can’t believe how beautiful you look.”

Sarah giggles and hugs him tight around the neck before she finally catches sight of Sam and squirms out of Bucky’s arms back to the ground. She moves towards Sam and reaches up towards him. He takes her hand and squats down to be on her level.

“Oh, my goodness, Unco Sam…I wuv yo sweat-o. Is beautiful!” Despite the embarrassment, this level of praise from your three-year-old seems to appease Sam’s raging monster at Bucky’s joke.

“Thanks, baby doll. I’m glad you like it. What were you doing before we got here?” Sam asks her as you, Bucky, and Steve continue to chuckle.

“Washing Woodolph.” She says, and Sam picks her up.

“Come on, let’s go watch Rudolph and your Uncle Bucky is not invited.” Sam throws at him as he carries Sarah back into the living room.

Bucky frowns, “Hey! That’s not fair. You can’t hog my niece.”

He follows them as the doorbell rings again.

You move to answer it and Tony, Pepper, and Nat file in. They remove their coats, which you hang, and are glad to see that they weren’t targets of Bucky’s ugly sweater prank. Then you urge Steve to go sit with them in the living room until lunch is ready. It’ll be a while still and you’ll need to be checking on the stuff still baking.

“You’ve done enough, let me finish.” Steve pleads.

You frown at him. “How long do the pies need to stay in the oven so that the crust is crispy and flaky and not all wet and mushy?”

“Um…” Steve says, attempting but failing to come up with the right answer.

“Get outta here.” You shove him towards the kitchen door and watch as he gives you a pout but then disappears into the living room with the other Avengers.

Eventually Bruce, Wanda, and Vision arrive. Lastly, Thor comes in carrying coffees because he didn’t know what to bring and he thought everyone would like coffees.

“Oh, Thor, that’s perfect. I’ll get the cinnamon buns out of the oven and bring them into the living room.” You turn and move back into the kitchen to serve the sweet treats on a large enough plate to hold all of them.

It’s actually more like a tray.

You can hear the conversation drifting in from the living room and the sound is so pleasant that you smile as you carry the tray towards the door. Your heart is soaring, happy that another year has come and gone and once more you’re all together to celebrate the holiday. This time in your home where you can show them just how much you’re grateful for everything that they do. This group of amazing people protect your husband from harm every time they go out on a mission and now that you’re parents, they are extra protective to make sure he gets home in one piece.

They are the silver lining in the dangerous job that Steve performs and you’re so happy that your mind forgets last night. It forgets Sarah’s trauma. And you allow yourself to feel at ease. At peace. And thankful.

“I’ve seen this film. It is the story of the outcast deer with the nose like a red lightbulb. It is most amusing. There’s that man. The uh…what is he called again?” Thor asks, looking around at everyone in turn.

Tony, Pepper, Nat, and Bruce are all squished into your large sofa, Wanda and Vision sit in the loveseat while Sam sits on your ottoman and Bucky lounges on the floor by Steve who’s sitting in his favorite brown chair with Sarah in his lap. Thor, still standing after having placed the coffees on the coffee table, towers over everyone as they all reach out in unison to grab a coffee, except for Steve who suddenly has a beautiful blonde toddler standing on his legs, his hands holding her around the waist to make sure she doesn’t fall.

“Das Santa.” Sarah says with a scowl and Bucky sits back with his coffee in hand, staring at the sweet princess with a worried gaze.

“Why do you look so angry with Santa? Didn’t he bring you any toys?” Bucky asks and then looks at the base of the Christmas tree but sees stacks and stacks of gifts, even the few from him.

“I’ve got cinnamon buns!” You announce happily and lean down to place the tray beside the coffees.

“I’m angwy wid Santa becaws, I saw my Mommy kissing Santa Cwas wast night!” She declares, loudly, confidently, angrily, and with a scowl so deep that you finally see her resemblance to you.

You look at her, shocked, disbelieving, and embarrassed as the room goes completely silent.

“Fuck.” You utter, and everyone gasps.

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Advent Calendar

YN looks at the large box in a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Really? An advent calendar?” she says, glancing at her beaming boyfriend. “Yes, really! It’ll be fun!” Leaning over and kissing her cheek, her boyfriend stands, brushing off his jacket. “Don’t open anything early!” He says, waving goodbye as he climbs back into Bangtan’s large bus. “I won’t!” She calls, heart clenching at the thought of him leaving again.

Taehyung had only been back in town to see her for two days, and even then he spent most of his time with his bandmates, all of them having to squeeze in some extra practice due to a scheduling issue. Bangtan’s MAMA performance originally had backup dancers from a different company, but for whatever reason, they had pulled out of the job, forcing BigHit to have to rehire and retrain the new dancers. So their five-day break was whittled down to two days, Tae still having to run and go practice with the new crew on his off days as well.

YN sighs, slight disappointment welling up in her, which she promptly squishes down. She’d known what she was getting into when she began dating Taehyung two years ago; An idol’s life was never simple, never allowing for long periods of rest.

The girl glances at the oversized box he hauled onto her kitchen table. The whole thing is covered in shiny wrapping paper and sparkles, the obviously homemade calendar warming her heart. Out of curiosity, she pulls open the drawer marked with a number one. Inside, nestled in wrapping paper and fluff sits a singular Hershey’s Kiss. A string is tied gently around the tip, connecting the piece of chocolate to a small note.

Since I can’t be here to give you a kiss myself, I thought I’d leave one behind ;)

YN lets out a chuckle, unwrapping the candy and popping it on her tongue. As the candy begins to melt, she gently places the note back into the box, wanting to keep it safe.

Taehyung is known to buy and give ridiculously expensive gifts, which she appreciates, but all of his homemade presents are her favorite. It’s these gifts she pulls out in the middle of the night when she misses him, when it feels like he’s a million miles away.

Some days it’s harder than she’d like to admit, some days she misses him so much her stomach ties itself into endless knots as she cries herself to sleep. Others, she watches proudly through her phone screen as he and his members - his closest friends - make their way through the world, leaving a blazing trail of successes and awards behind them. But the best days are spent with Kim Taehyung (not V) cuddled underneath the covers, watching stupid movies and messing with each other. The best days are spent walking through small parks and talking about the most important unnecessary things in the world. The best days are spent just being with the love of her life.

Day Two and Three pass quickly, Taehyung managing to dial his girlfriend for a few minutes as they travel, eagerness resonating in his voice as he impatiently urges YN to open the small drawers. Day Two's gift consists of a gift card to her restaurant, the amount large enough to treat herself to a good meal or two.

“I'll wait for you to come back. Then we can eat there together,” YN says hopefully, phone wedged between her cheek and lifted shoulder, hands occupied with the small piece of blue plastic.

“Nah, you enjoy yourself, babydoll. I got it for you to use sometime while I'm gone, so you don't survive on instant dinners,” he says amused.

His concerns are valid. YN never was a particularly good cook.

“Okay, fair,” she replies, grinning softly.

A noise is heard in the background and her boyfriend lets out a sigh.

“I have to go,”

The line goes dead.

Day Three is a small bracelet, one Tae explains over the phone he picked up because he thought it would suit her. It's a simple thing, but incredibly elegant, a small butterfly charm dangling from the chain. He rushes off of the phone even quicker than before.

Day Four, Five, and Six, she receives a boatload of coins for the arcade nearby (It was running a Christmas special, apparently. How he'd known, YN is unsure), a couple of pieces of saltwater taffy he'd been gifted in Europe, and a pair of earrings he himself owns as well. She thanks Tae via texts, unable to get him on the phone.

It’s only on Day Seven where she starts to miss him, unable to pretend everything was okay. She doesn’t even want to open the advent calendar, looking at the box with a heavy heart, it a happy reminder of her boyfriend’s absence.

You’d think the girl would get used to it eventually, that him leaving wouldn’t impact her as much, but every time he leaves she aches inside, a piece of herself off dancing across the world.

But remembering her promise to Tae, YN opens Day Seven’s door. Inside, she can’t believe it because it’s so bizarre, is a small glass figure of a puppy, the small creature’s front paw lifted up into the air, almost as if he’d been turned into glass during a happy stroll down a merry lane. There’s a note this time as well.

I saw this in one of the vintage stores in America. I’m not sure why, but I thought you’d enjoy this little dog. It seems so jolly, doesn’t it?

Day Eight is more candy, a couple of peppermints with a corny Christmas joke stuffed into the box as well.

When I told you I love you I peppermint it ; )

YN can’t help but chuckle. Seokjin is rubbing off on him.

Day Nine is a silky blue scarf, rolled and tied up delicately with a silver ribbon. The material is so soft, it nearly tickling the girl’s skin when she wraps it around her neck. She takes a photo of it, sending it to Taehyung.

He doesn’t reply.

Day Ten is a matching hat, still tied with ribbon, and Day Eleven completes the set with a pair of furry mittens.

Taehyung knows she despises gloves, her fingers always feeling a chill no matter how thick they are. She only wears mittens.

Day Twelve is a small jar of peach-flavored lip balm which YN finds incredibly smoothing, the faint scent of fresh fruit lingering on her soft lips. She knows it’s more of a gift to himself than to her, Taehyung always loving when she wears flavored chapstick. It gave him an excuse to kiss her even though he didn’t need one.

Day Thirteen (still no word from Tae, but YN saw the boys had won several awards overseas), YN pulls out a small ornament, a photo of the two of them hugging glazed perfectly in the middle of the bell-shaped decoration. She hangs it immediately, smiling.

She remembers that day fondly. Taehyung had a rare day off, a day completely to himself, and he had spent it with her, exploring the woods that back her house. The couple had discovered a small and half-rotted treehouse suspended from one of the bigger trees. Taehyung had been fascinated by it, climbing it despite YN’s warnings of possible danger. He hadn’t cared. To him, that was the best discovery he’d ever had.

Day Fourteen was a fortune cookie that promises eternal happiness; Day Fifteen was filled with colorful stickers. They were random, hearts and puppies and cakes and octopi.

With Taehyung, you never knew what you were going to get.

Day Sixteen was a pair of designer sunglasses, the same pair she’d been mooning over since she saw them in the store. She hardly remembers mentioning them to Taehyung, but he never missed anything. He’d never once forgot her birthday or a date, never once forgot to pick up milk before he came over. It’s one of the things she loves most about him.

Day Seventeen held a couple of brightly colored pens, which she used in conjunction with her stickers. She couldn’t say she wasn’t amused, YN spending a few hours working on a drawing and tossing some stickers in wherever she saw fit.

Day Eighteen was a pretty lipstick, the perfect shade for her skin tone. Nineteen was more candy (He’s trying to make her fat, she feels it) and Twenty was a few bags of Christmas themed tea.

YN still hadn’t heard from Tae at all. He wasn’t even answering her messages, except once to say he wouldn’t be able to make it back home for Christmas. She was disappointed, but not particularly surprised.

Day Twenty - One was a keychain, pressed flowers stuffed between two circles of glass. It’s gorgeous, and YN places it on her bag immediately.

Twenty - Two was a small bottle of perfume in a scent Tae thought she’d enjoy. She did. It smelled of sunshine and fresh daisies.

Twenty - Three was a Christmas card, a photo of Taehyung and the boys grinning in silly holiday hats wedged in between. After reading it, YN places the card on her mantle.

Day Twenty - Four, Christmas Eve and the last day of the calendar, YN opens the drawer only to find it empty. She checks once again, even circling the box to see if she had somehow bumped it off the table.

But she found nothing. YN is about to give up, thinking he’d forgotten to add the very last day in his haste to put the gift together, when her phone dings, a text message grabbing her attention.

Her heart warms when she realizes it’s from her boyfriend, but her happiness is replaced with confusion when she reads the message.

Come outside

Curious, YN throws on a coat and follows the instructions, exiting out her front door only to see her walkway decorated with lit candles, the flames flickering gently in the cold. Soft music is playing from behind her house and YN walks towards it through the walkway of candles and into the woods, tears coming to her eyes when she sees Taehyung dressed handsomely and standing in the treehouse.

What had once been little more than a safety hazard has been transformed into a comfy area, the structure decorated with strings of fairy lights and fluffy pillows.

“Tae,” she says, breathless, looking up at him.

He’s smiling widely, an excited look on his face.

“Come on up!”

YN quickly climbs the new ladder, joining Tae in the refreshed treehouse. Immediately, she wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“I thought you weren’t coming for Christmas!” she exclaims, hitting him gently on the shoulder.

“I wanted it to be a surprise!” he replies, kissing her on the forehead, “I missed you so much while I was gone,”

“Not as much as I missed you, Tae! I’m so glad you’re back. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Taehyung then launches himself into a fluffy of stories about his travels, breath coming out in white puffs of air. YN listens with rapt attention, hanging onto every word. When he’s done relaying his adventures, the two of them cuddle up under a blanket, looking up into the night sky.

“I enjoyed your calendar, by the way. It made me miss you a little bit less. But you know, Tae, there was nothing in today’s drawer. Did you forget it?” she asks him, chuckling.

“Nope, I didn’t,” he says.

“Are you the present? Because I’m not complaining,”

He laughs, a bright, cheerful sound.

“No, I’m not the gift. This is,”

With those words, Taehyung sits up, pushing his girlfriend up as well.

“YN,” he says, suddenly nervous and taking her hand, pressing something cold in it.

Looking in her eyes, he opens her palm, a ring glittering in the moonlight.

“Will you marry me?”

#bts #christmas with bts #networkbangtan #taehyung x reader #network bangtan #taehyung #tae x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #taehyung fluff #taehyung angst

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magefeatheredfic · 6 years ago

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SLIDES INTO @mysticmessenger-secret-santa TWO WEEKS LATE WITH STARBUCKS!!

Hey @choco-gato! I’m your secret santa! Fricking finally, right? Life was kicking my ass all through December and now that I’m finally in a Good Mental Place, I find myself needing to move very suddenly and unexpectedly so!! This is a lot shorter and a lot more sfw than I had originally intended for it to be, but I wanted to get it posted for you anyway! If you like it I’ll probably continue on with the smut for you once I have more free time bc that’s the kind of person I am lmao

Pairing: Ray x Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 1,710

The ballroom was magnificent, more so than you could have possibly imagined. Strands of tiny lights glowed softly overhead, twinkling like stars in the sky. Tables loaded with food and drink and festive sweets lined the walls, while a proud Korean Fir covered in glittering glass ornaments and golden tinsel stood at the center of the room, towering over the mingling masses. There were far more people in attendance than you would have guessed from the amount of Believers you’d encountered since you’d arrived; hundreds milled about the ballroom, talking and dancing and laughing and simply reveling in the merry atmosphere.

“Oh, Ray…” you murmur to the man at your side, eyes wide as you take in the picturesque scene before you. “It’s so beautiful. This is what you’ve been working on these past few weeks?”

When you turn toward him, Ray is watching you with a smile so fond it brings a blush to your cheeks. “It is,” he confirms. “Myself, the Savior, and a handful of our most trusted Believers. It was a surprise for the whole of Mint Eye.” He turns back toward the crowd, looking out at the sea of people with pride in his eyes before returning his gaze to you. “I hope you enjoy it as much as everyone else seems to.”

You tilt your head to the side, brows knit in confusion. “You say that as if you won’t be staying.” You hope you’ve misinterpreted his words, but the way his face falls confirms your suspicions. You reach for his hand, intertwining your fingers with his. He gives your hand a squeeze in return.

“I would give anything to stay here and enjoy the party with you,” he mourns, “but I have plenty more work to do.”

Your shoulders fall, disappointment settling heavily in your heart. “But Ray, you’ve been working so hard for this. Surely you can take just a few hours to relax and enjoy the party you helped set up?”

Ray fidgets, averts his eyes. He shifts his weight from one foot to the other. His gloved fingers rub at the back of your hand. “I… I had thought so as well, but the Savior said…” He trails off, shakes his head. “That redhead with the RFA isn’t taking the night off for Christmas, so I can’t either. I have no excuse to be lazing around while he tracks us down.”

Your nose wrinkles at his mention of the Savior. Of course she was the one who made him feel like he couldn’t enjoy even one night. “There’s a difference between taking a break and lazing around,” you tell him sternly. “You deserve a break, Ray.”

Ray smiles, the hand that isn’t holding yours coming up to his chest and settling over his heart. “Don’t waste your worry on me,” he says. “I’ll take a break when the RFA has been brought to Magenta, and we can all enjoy our paradise together. Until then… I need to keep working.”

With one final squeeze of your hand, Ray slips out of the ballroom, leaving you alone with the hundreds of people you don’t know. Now, when you look out at the crowd, they seem less warm and merry and more foreign and frightening. The glittering tree looks more imposing than inspiring. As you make your way through the crowd of people dancing along to holiday classics, you feel just as lonely as you had whilst sitting alone in your room before Ray came to collect you.

The Savior had certainly done a fantastic job of isolating you. She wanted you to remain mysterious, she’d said, because you had special privileges. Ray had given you permission to wander the wing that housed your room, but that was as far as you could go on your own. On the rare occasions that you saw other Believers in your wing, they would simply bow their heads and greet you as Special Believer and hurry along their way, almost as if they had been instructed not to speak to you. Even after V had attempted to rescue you, when Ray had set guards outside your door, they only spoke to you as much as was necessary.

Now was no different. As you make your way through the crowd, some of the Believers smile at you and some bow their heads, but by and large they ignore your passing. You find yourself at one of the tables loaded with food and consider making yourself a plate, simply for the sake of doing something other than wandering around the ballroom aimlessly, but decide against it. You can't find your appetite, knowing that Ray has to spend even Christmas night working without rest.

Suddenly, an idea strikes. With a grin on your face and a gleam in your eye you hurry around the ballroom, grabbing decorations and knick knacks small enough to stuff into your pockets or otherwise hide on your person. Returning to the tables you grab two plates and load them both up, one with meats and vegetables and as many sides as you can fit, the other with cookies and cakes and sweet treats galore. With a plate in each hand, careful not to drop them, you work your way back across the ballroom and out into the maze of Magenta.

When you reach the door to the room you're looking for, you balance yourself on one foot and gently kick the door with your other to knock.

“Come in,” the voice calls from inside. You look down at the piled high plates you carry in each hand, and frown at the doorknob.

“My hands are full,” you answer, and almost immediately you hear the sounds of Ray scurrying out of his chair to get the door for you.

He gasps out your name as he pulls the door open, scanning you up and down as if worried you might be hurt. “What's wrong?” he asks. “What are you doing here? You should be at the party.” His eyes pause on the plates of food in your hands, flick to the strands of tinsel around your neck, then finally settle on your face, confusion weighing heavy on his brow.

“I can't enjoy a party you helped set up knowing that you can't be there to enjoy it, too,” you tell him with a soft smile. “So, I brought the party to you, instead.”

Ray's eyes are wide as you squeeze your way past him. You set the plates of food down on the computer desk, and begin to pull decorations from your pockets.

“You did this… for me?”

Ray's voice draws your attention back to him, and you see his shock still evident on his face. You wave him toward you, and when he approaches you wrap him up in your arms.

“Of course I did,” you whisper into his ear as you hold him close. “You deserve to enjoy Christmas just as much as anyone down in that ballroom. And I'd rather spend mine with you than with them.”

Ray clings to you, buries his face in the crook of your neck. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your skin. His voice quivers as he speaks. “No one's ever done anything this nice for me before. Thank you.”

You rub his back reassuringly before pulling yourself from his grip. You fish from your pocket a short strand of tinsel you'd sniped from the tree in the ballroom and wrap it around his neck like a scarf. Ray laughs, soft and gentle, and watches the subtle refractions of light that the shimmery material casts around the room. While he's distracted, you lean in and press a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, Ray.” You grin at the red tint that floods his cheeks. “Help me decorate?”

The two of you hang the tree ornaments you'd stolen in the nooks and crannies of his computer setup, wrap the tinsel around the monitor. When you’re finally ready to turn your attention to the plates of food, you hesitate, belatedly noticing you'd neglected to bring utensils. Ray seems to notice, plucking a thick slice of turkey from the first plate with his fingers and offering it to you.

“We can feed each other,” he says, his tone reassuring. You smile, but rather than take a bite of the proffered meat, you take it from his hand and set it back down on the plate.

“I may have forgotten silverware, but I did remember something much more important,” you tease, reaching into your pocket for the final decoration. Ray cocks his head to the side, curious, as you pull out a sprig of fresh mistletoe and hold it above your head with a grin.

“Oh. Oh!” The blush returns to his cheeks as he remembers the tradition behind the mistletoe. He steps toward you, sets a gentle hand on your cheek, caressing your face with his thumb. He hesitates, his eyes flitting anxiously across your features, and you smile at him.

“It's okay if you don't want to,” you reassure him. “Or if you want me to.”

“Wil… Will you?” he asks, averting his eyes.

You set the mistletoe down on the desk and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a chaste kiss. His lips move slowly against yours, following your lead. His hands come to rest on your hips, his arms wrapping around your waist when you lean into him. You card one hand through his hair as your mouths move together, and Ray lets out a soft moan at the touch. He chases your lips when you start to pull back, and you chuckle before humoring him with another kiss. When the two of you finally part, you have to press a finger to his lips to stop him from following yours.

“We've got all night, Ray,” you tell him with a laugh. “We should eat.”

He presses a teasing kiss to the tip of your finger. “Just a little longer?” he asks, his tone just shy of a whine. Your heart warms, hearing Ray ask for what he wants so openly, and you can't bring yourself to deny him.

By the time the two of you get to your food, it's long gone cold.

#mysme fic #mystic messenger fic #mysme #mystic messenger #mystic messenger secret santa #my fic #saeran x mc #sfw #I'M SO LATE I'M SO SORRY FJLKDJ THANK YOU FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME ;;;

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reifromrfa · 7 years ago

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Yay! My first request for you :3 I need fluff so can I have a Christmas Date with MC for the RFA + Minor Duo? ❤️

Hey Stacy!!! Merry Christmas~!

Here’s your Christmas fluff!!! Special thanks to the amazing @rainydayswriter, who I wrote this collab with! I couldn’t have written this without her

Merry Christmas guys! I hope you like this! :)

Yoosung

Christmas is one of his favorite holidays!

And now he gets to spend it with his favorite person!

He plans it all out waaaaay ahead of time, and can hardly keep from spoiling the surprise he has planned

Lol ask him what he has planned and he’ll get so flustered, trying so hard not to accidentally give you a hint

Matching couple sweaters!!!

Starting with a walk through the park and drinking hot cocoa

Admiring all the lights and the songs, holding hands the entire time~

Then, when you’re both red-nosed and huddled together for warmth, it’s time to head back home to make lunch together!

You put on holiday tunes to jam to while cooking

And half the time you two are trying to out-carol each other by singing louder

Some of the food almost burns because you can’t hear the timer

After a lovely lunch together, it’s back out into the cold to catch a holiday movie together

A romantic movie, of course

Good thing its plot is predictable, because you spend half the movie snuggling Yoosung and peppering his face and neck with little kisses while he tries to stay quiet~

The later it gets, the more breathtaking the decorations strung up around the streets, and when the snow starts falling

You can bet Yoosung is dragging you to the most romantic spot he knows

Just so you can share that White Christmas kiss~

At last, you’re both back home to enjoy the last hours of Christmas together

Zen

For Zen’s part, I think it’s pretty similar to First Snow, so I hope you don’t mind!

Jumin

Christmas used to be just another holiday for him

Sometimes he’d spend it with his dad but most of the time he’d spend it with Elizabeth the 3rd

This year though, he takes you to his private rest house in Pyeongchang

And it still amazes how wealthy your husband is

Because damn the rest house was huge; not to mention gorgeous

He has the entire day planned though: skiing or ice skating in the morning, whichever you preferred

Then an afternoon tour around the area

You stop by a frozen lake and admire the view together

But when he has his back to you, you sneakily grab a snowball and throw it at his back

He stops and turns around

“Is that a challenge, my love?”

And you hurriedly scoop another handful of snow and roll it as you run because Jumin is making snowballs of his own

Then you’re squealing and laughing as his snowball hits your shoulder

Lol the bodyguards don’t know how to react like this is really sweet but omfg Jumin Han is running around throwing snowballs

You accidentally slip though and he lunges forward to catch you and the two of you end up on the ground

With you on top of him

Cheeks flushed, a smile on your face, the afternoon sun casting a halo around you

And he can’t help but think about how beautiful you are

His Christmas angel

You come home to a lavish candlelit dinner filled with your favorite dishes and a glass of your favorite wine

And then curl up against each other by the fireplace afterwards

But if you need extra warmth, rest assured, Daddy Jumin will take good care of you ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Saeyoung

Reunited with his brother and officially in a relationship with you, he can finally try turning his view of Christmas around

That being said, he decides that staying in for a date, where the two of you can do your own thing…

That sounds heavenly~

You work together to decorate the living room and achieve maximum romance

Saeran complains for days after about all the cat-shaped lights strung all over the place

Oh goodness, the holiday puns

“MC you are sleighing in that dress!”

“Heeeey no taking down the cat decor, Saeran! Don’t be such a Rude-Olph!”

“MC did you see Zen’s latest topless selfie in the chat??? I swear that guy is such a ho ho ho!”

You laugh at every pun though, because you absolutely think Saeyoung is hilarious

“Let’s make a snowman!”

You two convince Saeran to make a snowman with you and you take so many photos of the twins

You totally don’t mind having Saeran with the two of you because you know how much it means to Saeyoung

That evening though, Zen and Yoosung take Saeran out so you and Saeyoung could have the place to yourselves~

And you two snuggle up against each other on the couch and get ready to watch a Christmas movie

…but you have the bunker all to yourselves

[[ God Seven has blocked access to this part of the headcanon ]]

You two end up in bed, Saeyoung’s head resting against your chest as you hold him and he has his arms wrapped around your waist

“MC?” he whispers

“Hmm?”

“I…I always hated this holiday. Because I was always alone.”

He looks up at you, a small smile on his lips

“But now the Christmas carols are starting make sense. Thank you for choosing me. I promise to always make you happy and spend every Christmas with you for the rest of my life.”

And he pulls you close and captures your lips in his

[[ God Seven has blocked access to this part of the headcanon again ]]

Bonus: “Will you two STOP fucking and go to bed already?!”

“We’re making Christmas magic, Saeran~!”

“FUCK YOU SAEYOUNG!”

Saeran ended up sleeping at Yoosung’s that night

V/Jihyun

He spent the past Christmas reminiscing about the past, looking through old photo albums alone

But no way are you going to let him stew in what once was

“Bundle up, Jihyun, we’re going out!”

Practically dragging him by the hand, you begin leading him around with such a huge grin he can’t help but laugh

DATING…START!

Window shopping!

Warm sweets and drinks!

Can someone say a visit to the art gallery?

“Jihyun, I’d hold your hand but that sign said not to touch the artwork.”

“There’s no sign saying I can’t seduce the artwork, and yet here you are.”

And the whole time you’re snapping photos with your phone, while he’s coming up with more ridiculous Christmas phrases to smile to

“Say Santa’s pants!” “Merry Chrysler!”

Of course you use as many Christmas filters as possible

You’re an absolute dork and so is he

You tie up the date by gifting him a new scrapbook, totally blank for him to create new memories

He smiles and holds your hand in his

“MC, I’d like to thank you.”

“You’re welcome! I’m glad you like the scrapbook!”

He shakes his head

“I really appreciate the scrapbook. But –I guess what I’m trying to say is, thank you for giving me the opportunity to create more beautiful memories together. With you.”

He reaches out and strokes your cheek with his other hand

“You are the greatest gift of all. Thank you for choosing to stay with me.”

You throw your arms around him and he holds you close

“I love you, Jihyun. Merry Christmas~”

Saeran

He has never celebrated Christmas before

Maybe when they were kids, when Saeyoung and him would have a little celebration on their own after their mother had fallen asleep

But not a proper celebration

Even worse, he has no idea where to take you for a date

And there’s always so many people everywhere

But he doesn’t want to keep you cooped inside the house as well, because he always makes you stay home

He’s getting frustrated and impatient because he couldn’t think of anything to do so he reluctantly asks his brother for help

And for once, Saeyoung doesn’t joke around and offers him legit advice

He takes you to an outdoor ice skating place

You make sure he’s bundled up because he gets sick easily

And he blushes when you wrap a scarf around his neck

Then you smile and slip your fingers through his and you two glide forward on the ice

Turns out, you loved ice skating

And he did not

Saeran lets go of your hand as he slips on the ice and falls flat on his butt

And you see his irritated expression and can’t help but bite your lip to keep yourself from laughing

You help him up and teach him how to skate and when he finally gets the hang of it, he starts enjoying himself

He also loves how you don’t let go of his hand

A kid suddenly cuts in front of you and you lose your balance and nearly fall but Saeran manages to catch you before you hit the ice

But then he glares in the kid’s direction and speeds towards the kid, who screams and tries to skate away

Saeran no ;;;

You stop him from killing telling off the kid, saying you’re alright

“Thanks, Saeran,” you say, smiling

“You’re my hero~”

Then you kiss his cheek and he turns red

Deep down he’s giddy and happy that you seem to be enjoying yourself

And he’s glad you chose to spend Christmas with him

Because you are the only he wants for Christmas

Vanderwood

Oh God, he hates Christmas

The carols, the gift giving, the freaking weather

Don’t even get him started on the fucking weather

It makes his hair frizz okay

But he finds out that you love Christmas

Fuck Fuck FUCK

He has no idea what to do or where to take you okay

And worse, he has a mission lined up a week before Christmas and he didn’t know when he’d be back

He makes sure to finish his mission quickly though

Lol he was a monster on the mission, slaying enemies left and right without even blinking –all he could think of was coming home to you and spending Christmas with you

Hohoho here comes my taser motherfuckers

When he comes home on Christmas Eve, just an hour before midnight, he’s ready to apologize

But when he steps inside, he hears soft Christmas music playing

And there’s a meal set up on the dining table

A meal for two

“You made it!”

He grins and drops his bag, opening his arms wide as you run to him and throw your arms around him

And he holds you fiercely in his arms, breathing you in

God he loved you so much

“I’m home, baby.”

And then he’s kissing you and one thing led to another~ if you know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You’re both curled up on the floor by the couch, wrapped around each other’s arms with a thick blanket over your bodies

And he kisses your forehead, lazily rubbing a hand up and down your arm

“Sorry I was late, baby.”

You shake your head and smile up at him

“You got here just in time. You being home –being here with me on Christmas is the best present ever.”

And a blush creeps up on his cheeks

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be with than right here with you, MC.”

You kiss him and smile

“Merry Christmas, Vanderwood.”

He pulls you close, his heart overflowing with happiness

“Merry Christmas, MC.”

Christmas becomes his favorite holiday~

There you have it! :) Sorry this took so long! Things have been crazy lately ;;; But I promise I’m writing everyday :)) And I’ll post more soon! :)

Check out @rainydayswriter‘s works, guys!!! She is AWESOME

Check out my other works here!

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYBODY!!!! :D

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