#and then got the Christmas tree and decorations and the colour for the bedroom from the basement

[disneyprincessdxminatrix]

is 7pm too early for bedtime on saturday evening? time is a construct right it’s been darf for almost 2 hours so that’s definitely night and night is time for sleep

[sequinsmile-x]

The Final Say

Emily wants to put the Christmas tree up in mid-November. Aaron does not.

It's a good thing Emily is an expert at getting her husband to see her point of view.

-x-

Hi friends!

This fic came from a conversation I was having with @cloudlessly-light, who after seeing my Christmas tree in the background of a photo of my cat, told me off for having it up so early haha

Naturally my brain went to 'imagine Aaron and Emily having differing views on when the tree should go up'...and that then turned into a smut fic.

I'm sure I say this every time I write smut, but I truly think this is the filthiest thing I've written so far.

Let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.5k

Warnings: Smut, 18+ (oral sex, a smidge of dirty talk)

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily loved Christmas. 

She always had, ever since she was a kid. It was something that had always been the same wherever she was in the world, a piece of home that followed her and her mother no matter where they lived. She knew it was for show, she’d known that even when she was young. The tree and the decorations weren’t for her, but for the parties her mother would host, for the dignitaries that would always seem to be in their house, but that never diminished her enjoyment of it. The sparkly lights and brightly coloured ornaments never failing to warm her from the inside out. 

She’d always hoped that one day she’d decorate a tree with her own family. Pulling the same ornaments and decorations from a box they stored in the attic every year, not new ones in every city, and placing them on a tree they picked out together, not one that seemingly appeared one morning. 

She loved Christmas, and that meant she felt the pull to put the decorations up as soon as the days ticked over into mid-November. She wanted to sit on the couch curled up with her children and her husband and look at the tree. She wanted to bathe in the warm light the string lights emitted, a hot chocolate with whiskey in her palms. 

She was even more excited this year than usual. It was Issac’s first Christmas, and even though she knew the 3-month-old would have no clue what was going on, she couldn’t wait to include him in all of the traditions they’d come up with since she’d moved in with Aaron and Jack. 

The only issue is, that no matter how much she loved Christmas, Aaron did not. 

It’s not that he hated it, far from it. As it got closer to the actual date he got involved in the festivities. He’d walk alongside her at the Christmas markets, one hand in hers and the other in Jack’s, letting them drag him from stall to stall. The debate about the Christmas tree would always begin as soon as she started to think about it, making sure she dropped not-so-subtle hints that would make him raise an eyebrow at her. 

It was during their first Christmas together, their relationship only a few months old at the time, when she realised she could use his inability to say no to her when she was naked for her own gain. She’d seduced him easily by walking into his bedroom with nothing more than his favourite lingerie on, and once he’d fucked her into the mattress he’d agreed to her putting the tree up whenever she wanted to. 

It had become a tradition in itself. A game between the two of them that would always end with her winning, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t have some fun along the way. In fact, she’d just laid the evidence of last year's fun down for his afternoon nap in the nursery. 

Issac was asleep, Jack was at a friend's for a sleepover, and she had Aaron all to herself. 

She finds him in their bedroom, focused on putting away laundry, and she wraps her arms around him from behind. She kisses his shoulder through his shirt, and he stops what he’s doing to place his hands over hers on his stomach. 

“Did he go down okay?” 

She hums and nods, “He’s fast asleep,” she says, kissing his shoulder again before she encourages him to turn to face her, her hands on his hips, “Which means we have some time to ourselves,” she says, looking up at him through her lashes. 

“Oh really?” He asks, his hands skating over her waist before they land on her lower back, “What were you thinking?”

She pretends to think about it, her teeth sinking into her lower lip, “We could…put up the tree?” 

He groans, shaking his head at her as if he hadn’t known this was coming, “Em, it’s too early.” 

She pulls him towards the loveseat they keep in the corner of their bedroom and she pushes him down onto it before she sits on top of him, placing her knees on either side of his hips. She pouts as she settles into his lap, purposely making a point of grinding against him as she does. She bites her lip when she feels his hands tighten on her hips almost involuntarily. 

“But it’s Christmas,” she complains as she frowns at him.

“It’s mid-November,” he quips, raising his eyebrow at her. He knew how this would end, that he’d end up giving in like he did every year, but it didn’t mean he was going to give in easily. Especially when it usually ended well for him. 

“The boys will be excited,” she says, cupping the back of his neck, making him shiver as she runs her fingers across his skin, “They love Christmas.”

“Jack is 8, he knows when Christmas actually is, and Issac is 12 weeks old, he isn’t even aware it’s Christmas. Or that he has feet.” He replies, watching as she attempts to suppress a smile, “The only things he’s aware of are your breasts and when it’s the most inconvenient time to wake up from his nap.” 

She leans in to stamp her kiss against his, smirking when he chases her as she pulls back. She cups the back of his head. “Well,” she says, kissing him again, “Then we’d better hurry up and make sure we don’t give him a chance to interrupt us.” 

Aaron groans when she rolls her hips against his again, and he grasps her waist, his thumbs pressing into the bottom of her ribcage. 

“We’re not putting the tree up,” he says, the challenge weak even to his ears, and she leans in, her lips against his ear as she responds. 

“We’ll see about that.” 

She kisses him fiercely, her tongue sweeping through his mouth as she tightens her hold on his head, her nails scratching at his scalp. He groans and his hands slip to her hips, holding them tightly as he pulls her closer. He pushes his hips up into hers and she whimpers at the feeling of him half hard under her. She only pulls away when she needs to, sucking in a breath before she sinks her teeth into his lower lip, tugging at it before she lets it go. 

“Let me convince you,” she says, kissing him quickly before she shifts back in his lap, her fingers reaching for his shirt. She unbuttons his shirt, kissing and nipping at his skin as she reveals it, paying close attention to his scars like she always did. It was something they’d done for each other since the beginning, lips and fingers delicately pressed against the raised skin. Neither of them ever forgetting to worship the other where they’d been stitched back together, proof of what they’d survived to make it to each other. 

She gets out of his lap and kneels in front of the loveseat, her hands reaching for his belt buckle and she looks up at him as she undoes it and his pants. He lifts his hips just long enough for her to pull his pants and boxers. She kneels in between his legs and takes his cock in her hand and clenches her thighs together, desperate for some friction, at the punched out groan that escapes him the moment she touches his heated skin. 

“Fuck, Em,” he grunts, his eyes fixed on her as she leans forward, maintaining eye contact with him as she licks the tip of him, a smile flashing across her face as his hips twitch towards her face. 

“Impatient,” she teases, slowly pumping him up and down, her breath skipping over him, her smile turning into a smirk as he all but growls at her. 

“Sweetheart-”

He’s cut off as she takes him in her mouth, his words lost to a moan as he feels himself hit the back of her throat, the sound of her gagging sparking a fire in his gut. He pushes his fingers through her hair, tightening them in the strands as she bobs up and down, using her mouth and hands in tandem. 

“Fuck, baby,” he says, “You’re so fucking good at that.” He says, and the praise makes her stomach flip, forcing her to once again press her thighs together. She takes him as far down her throat as she can, only spurred on as she chokes around him and he thrusts up into her mouth. He feels a familiar tug in his gut, and he stops her, gently tugging at her hair, smiling as she lifts her head and looks at him with a dazed look in her eyes, a line of spit trailing from her lower lip to his tip. 

He cups her chin and encourages her upwards, steadying her on her feet as he pulls her in to kiss him, groaning as he tastes himself on her lips. When he breaks the kiss he smiles at her.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed,” he says, his voice low and raspy. She follows his instructions without really thinking about it, shedding her clothes with little fanfare as she watches him finish the job she’d started by taking off his clothes. 

He’s on her the second she’s on the bed, pressing her into the mattress by laying on top of her, finding his place in the cradle of her hips. She groans as he kisses down her chest, his touch turning gentle as he skates over her breasts, well aware that was his youngest son’s domain for now. He licks along the length of the scar beneath her ribcage, mapping out each line of it from where he’d memorised it long ago. The topography of her body his favourite thing, each hill and valley of her skin somewhere he could happily get lost in. Since she’d had Issac he’d taken the opportunity to learn the ways her body had changed, every part of her infinitely more beautiful to him now she’d carried their son and kept him safe. 

She’s squirming beneath him by the time he reaches her thighs, his hands surprisingly gentle as he pushes them apart. He feels pride swell in his chest at how wet she is already, how she glistens in the light of their bedroom, and he breathes her in. 

“So wet for me already, sweetheart,” he says, nipping the top of her thigh with his teeth before soothing it with a kiss, smiling when she bucks her hips, “I’ve barely touched you,” he says, turning his head to her other thigh and giving it the same treatment, “You like being on your knees for me, don’t you?”

She whimpers at his words, her heels finding their place on his shoulders, digging in as a silent form of warning, “Please.” 

As much as he enjoyed teasing her, he knew their time was limited. The baby would be up soon and he didn’t want this to finish before it had really got started. 

Aaron leans in and licks through her, his groan at the taste of her matching the one that escapes her at the pleasure that rushes through her. He pushes two thick fingers inside of her, curling them upwards as he does so, smirking against her skin when she rolls her hips just as he hits the right spot. 

“Oh god yes,” she says, trying to keep quiet, “Please don’t stop.” 

She pushes herself up onto her elbows to look down, to see his face buried in her, the tension in his arm as he moves his fingers in and out of her. The burning in her belly starts to build, crackling through her nerves as it’s ready to ignite. He looks up at her, and as their eyes meet she falls over the edge, the intimacy of it giving her the final shove she needs. 

He’s on her in a second, his lips against hers as he captures the moan that escapes her, pushing his tongue into her mouth, sharing the taste of herself with her. It’s only when she comes down from her high that she realises her legs are still over his shoulder. He’s bent in her half, something that a few short months ago she would have thought was a move that was now beyond her, and his cock notches over her sensitive and swollen clit. 

“I didn’t know I could still bend that far,” she says breathlessly, smiling when he grins at her, his eyes blown black with desire, “Thought I’d lost that ability around the time my hips got wider.” 

“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he grunts, pushing forward so he enters her, both of them groaning at the familiar stretch, “You’re fucking perfect.” 

She clenches around him, the angle, the fact she’d barely come down from her last orgasm, making everything seem more sensitive, closer than it usually did. He stills his hips, clearly trying to give her a moment, but she doesn’t need or want it.

All she needs is him.

“Move,” she insists, purposely clenching around him, the breath knocked out of her as he does so involuntarily, “Please move.” 

He never could say no to her, not really, so he does as he’s asked, his rhythm unforgiving as he thrusts in and out of her. She grasps his back, her hips matching the rhythm he has set, one she was as familiar with as she was with every inch of his body. Even back when they did this for the first time there had been a sense of familiarity about it, something that felt like coming home. 

She eventually feels the spark in her belly again, and she can tell he’s close too, his hips slowly becoming more sporadic. 

“I’m going to come,” she says, clenching around him again, “I’m so fucking close.”

“Me too, baby,” he replies, burying his face in her shoulder, his hand drifting down to her clit to draw soft but concise circles over her, “Let me feel it.” 

She comes, her teeth sinking into his neck to stop herself from screaming, and it triggers his orgasm, the feel of him coming deep inside of her making her sigh. They lay there for a moment before he pushes himself up on his hands, his palms on either side of her head before he leans down to kiss her. He sits up just enough that her legs slip off his shoulders, slumping against the bed in a way that made her feel as light as a feather and as if she was made of lead at the same time. She pats his chest as he lays back down next to her, still desperately trying to suck air back into her lungs. He kisses her cheek and then turns her head just enough to kiss him. She smiles as she pulls back, her hand on his cheek.

“Okay,” he says one of his hands trailing down her side, smiling as she shivers, “We can put the tree up.” 

She chuckles as she kisses him softly, a gentle press of her lips against his, “I always win, why do you even fight it?”

He shrugs, “Why would I when we have so much fun along the way?” He says, and she shakes her head at him as he waggles his eyebrows at her, and she presses her thumb into his lower lip, feeling the familiar plushness. 

“You better not have gotten me pregnant this year,” she jokes, well aware it wasn’t a possibility, that she was on her birth control and they weren’t actively trying like they had been last year, “We barely sleep as it is.” 

Aaron laughs and shakes his head at her, “No one can ever know Issac is the product of last year's Christmas tree debate.” 

She smiles as he kisses her thumb, but her response is cut off by a cry from down the hall, “Speaking of Santa’s little helper,” she quips, “He’s done with his nap.” 

“I’ll get him,” Aaron says, stamping one last kiss to her lips before he stands up and walks over to his dresser to get a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt.

“Good,” she replies, resting on her elbows to look at him, throwing him a wink from where she was still lying on the bed, “Because my legs still aren’t working.”

___

They have the team over for Thanksgiving. 

Everyone took turns hosting, even though Dave did most of the cooking every year, and this time it was decided it made the most sense for everyone to come to their house since they had the youngest kid. 

Emily smiles as she glances over at Aaron, Issac in his arms and Jack excitedly talking to his father and Dave, before she walks over to join JJ, Derek and Spencer who are all standing around the tree. Derek smiles curiously at her as she stands next to him.

“How did you convince Hotch to put up the tree, Princess?” He asks, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he looks back at it, “I thought he used to have a strict ‘not before December’ rule when it came to decorations.” 

JJ chuckles, cutting Emily off before she can reply, “You don’t want to know, Derek,” she says, taking a sip of her wine, “Penelope made the mistake of asking last year and she still hasn’t recovered,” she leans in closer as if they are conspiring, “Plus, Hotch has a hell of a hickey on his neck. Do the math yourself.” 

Emily feels her cheeks go red as everyone looks over at her husband, the bruise on his throat not quite covered by his shirt collar. 

“Oh, gross,” Derek says, and Emily rolls her eyes. 

“Oh come on, Aaron and I are married. We have a baby, it can’t be a surprise we have sex,” she shrugs, looking back over at her husband, smiling as he continues to talk to Dave whilst he bounces Issac in his arms, trying to soothe the slightly cranky baby, “Besides, I know how to get what I want. And what I want is the Christmas tree being put up on November 15th.” 

“So this happens…every year?” Spencer asks, the question escaping him before he really thinks it through, and she looks over at him, her eyebrow raised. 

“I’m sure I’ll regret asking this question,” she says, “But why do you want to know that?” 

“If you always put the tree up on November 15th that means you put it up 53 weeks ago,” Spencer says, and Emily’s eyes go wide as she realises what he’s figuring out, the maths pulling together in his head before she can stop him, “And you were pregnant for 39 weeks and 3 days, and Issac is about to turn 14 weeks old-”

“Okay,” she says, cutting him off with a glare and a raised hand, “That’s enough.” 

It’s too late, and she hears JJ laugh and Derek groan in disgust, “Oh God,” he says, scrunching his face up, “You’re telling me that Issac exists because you wanted the Christmas tree to go up in Nov-”

“Please don’t say anything to Aaron,” she says, almost begging. She knows JJ would never say anything, and that Spencer would be too afraid too, but Derek lived to wind her up, solidifying his place as the brother she never had or asked for, “He’ll never have sex with me again if he finds out you know.”

Derek raises an eyebrow at her, “Is that meant to deter me? If you never have sex again I never have to hear about it again.” 

“How about if you tell him I’ll kill you and no one will ever know it was me,” she says, narrowing her eyes at him, “We all know I’d get away with it.” 

Derek swallows thickly, clearly taking her seriously, and he nods, his silent agreement coming just in time as Aaron walks over and hands Issac to her. 

“Someone wants Mommy,” he says, looking back and forth between his wife and their friends as they all go deathly silent as he arrives. 

“Hi sweet boy,” Emily says, securing Issac to her chest and turning so he can see the tree, his face lighting up with a smile as he sees the lights. Aaron kisses her forehead and walks away as Dave calls for him, “You like the tree, huh?” She says to Issac, kissing the side of his head. 

“Just like his Mom,” Derek adds, hiding his smirk behind his glass as he takes a sip. She looks up at him, her glare firmly back in place.

“Derek I swear to God.” 

-x-

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Amor tam pulcher | KTH - prologue

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wc: 1.57k

date: 30/03/2024

quick summary: a memory; taehyung is staying over oc's place and trying not to lose his mind for her

mdi // masterlist // playlist

A dark base colour. Very dark. Black, I dare to say, but it presents shades of dark blue here and there. Scattered in a natural even manner were a few clouds and, at last, sitting in the centre, amidst a bed of shimmering white dots, was the moon, shining in all its might.

It was a fresh spring day night. The atmosphere was changing. The environment welcomed a highly awaited scent of blooming flowers from the gardens, the vases on the balconies and the trees outlining the streets. As the fresh breeze blew, it took away all the residues of the winter season: the cold, the dead leaves on the side of the road, all the ashes of the wood that had been burnt for the heating up and all the smoke it'd produced.

The night was very bright. The moonlight put to shame the few lampposts along the road. The rays were so strong they worked as a perfect night light for the townspeople. As the breeze blew, wind chimes rang throughout and their sound vibration penetrated the ears in the most pleasing of ways.

Just like in movies, this was background decoration, the setting in which the story starts from a wider point of view only to shrink and focus closer, on a tinier scale. Uninteresting background details that had little meaning to the lead characters―something to just occasionally comment on.

They had each other, confined in a cosy bedroom, in a comfortable environment. The bright moon and the stars went unnoticed as Daphne took an old book from her little personalized bookshelf.

The room was dim because she hated turning on the major light when she could see perfectly with her lamp. She had one on her desk and one on her nightstand. The lighting was golden, the room was warm and he was there, shirtless, with ruffled hair and just the trousers of his pyjamas but he was there and that was all that mattered to her.

She wore a matching sleep outfit, shorts and a tank top. Hurriedly walking back onto the carpet and off the freezing tiles of her room, she joined him. He was sitting at the end of her bed. Body leaning backwards on his arms with legs that only spread more to welcome her to sit which she did.

"You see this here?" she began losing the leather rope tied around the book, "It belonged to my granny but she gifted it to me last year as a Christmas present". He didn't immediately respond, at least not verbally. He wrapped his arms around her with ease and perked his chin on her shoulders welcoming her in a warm embrace. "It's a flowers book, she called it. It has pretty much every flower she has ever grown or collected in her life".

"I thought your grandma sells greens at the town square," his velvet voice came through from right next to her ear causing a wave of chills to run from head to toe. "Yes, she does but she also used to collect a lot of flowers. In fact, she loved them, loves them still, and she has them all around her place," his only reply was tightening the hug because no matter how close he could be to her, it was never close enough. "And guess what I found here?"

"What?"

"I'd insist you guessed but you wouldn't so..." she quickly muttered but he heard her and simply replied by tickling her. "So, I found... me,"

"You!"

"Yeah, me! The flower Daphne" from his point of view, he could see her cheek swell as she smiled causing him to smile right after, unconsciously. "You didn't know you bore the same name as a flower?"

"No, I mean yes but not this flower. I know that my name in Greek means 'Laurel', a plant from the mythological story of Daphne and Apollo. It's the sole reason you call me Lauri," she turned to face him. The distance is almost nonexistent. He went in first and left a peck on her lips that proceeded into multiple ones. Lips. Cheek. Neck. Shoulder blade.

"Do you like your namesake flower?"

"I've got to be honest with you and disagree. I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lori does though," now it was his turn to smile. From the exterior, it looked subtle but his insides were jumping and somersaulting. She probably could hear his heart thumping against her back for how much it was pressed against his chest. "But Daphne is just as beautiful".

She shrugged and denied that. "And, besides, it just reminds me of the sad fate of the nymph, you know. I completely get that Apollo wasn't in his right state of mind because of Cupid but it's still sad," he totally could agree with her, not the sad part but surely the mental part, yeah. That's how he felt whenever she was close. Whether she was right next to him, farther away in the same room or building, sharing the same air with him whenever they kissed, in his thoughts all the time or when he was inside of her, the only thing he could think about was how close he was to losing his mind for good. So good. Heavenly good. Marvellous. Perfect. That is what she is anyway.

"You know... Daphne was a beautiful nymph and the personification of the laurel which is, as you know, an evergreen plant. I don't think of her fate as sad. First, she wished it to herself," The look she gave him had him chuckling, "Second, an evergreen plant never dies. It lives in the foreverness of its beauty," just like you, he wanted to add but surely she could read that from his eyes.

His eyes glowed when they were on her. Stars start shimmering in the chocolate brown colour of his iris. It was hard to break eye contact because the view was breathtaking like fireworks on New Year's night. She couldn't help herself from catching red shades on her cheeks. She didn't mind it anymore. She'd just smile through it. He wasn't shy about his feelings so she wasn't going to be any different.

A little giggle came out of her as she broke eye contact and started fiddling with the corner of the book. He smiled, reading through her body language like it was his favourite novel.

Never could he have thought of reaching this point where he'd have her in his arms like this, in a moment like this, doing things like this. Back then, the only assurance he had was that she could make his heart flutter in ways itself didn't know about: her smile, her face whenever she was focused on reading or just her simple presence.

Oh, God. No way she's real.

Before they could get here, it seemed she didn't know of his existence and yet he felt like she was watching every one of his moves and he had to be perfect, absolutely perfect for her, just her. That's the only thing she deserved for being perfection incarnate.

From the day he set eyes on her, he'd decided that everything he'd do was going to be just for her. The efforts paid off anyway.

There's nothing more beautiful than knowing that the person you love, loves you just as much-he'd say even more but he doubts she could ever love him more than he loves her because he loved her so much, maybe too much, but it's all for a good cause.

Her smile whenever she came out to go to school or went back in from school. Perfect. The sound of her voice whenever she came up to him during lunch break―oh, and let's not talk about how adorable she was whenever she happily hopped up to him while at it. Perfect. Her face. Oh so perfect. He could stare at her face all day and never get tired, never get uninterested. It was like a TV series with an infinite amount of seasons that got better as they went on. A perfect TV series. He could fully focus with her around and certainly just on her and nothing else―he could barely hear what she'd be talking about because he'd be busy watching every single change in her facial expression and never get bored. Boredom went out of his life the day she came in.

If he could, he'd write poems on how pretty she looked, on how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between.

The silence that sat with them was comfortable, to say the least. It felt like a bigger and warmer hug embracing them and encapsulating them in their world.

"Talking about evergreens, my faves are these," she turned the pages while maintaining the same height as his face so that when she looked back up, the eye contact was restored, "Gardenias,"

"Oh. So pretty. Beautiful".

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have yourself a marry little christmas

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x fem!reader

Part of my home to you universe // Masterlist

Wordcount: 11K

Summary: The festive season is in its hight in Bradley and Blossom's new house. The couple is ready to welcome Christmas with family and friends, revive old traditions and create new ones. With nothing but happiness on the horizon, the pair is sure to have a memorable first Christmas.

Warnings: domestic fluff with our favourite pair, Bradley in grey sweats, shameless festive smut, oral sex (m receiving), sub!Bradley if you squint, unprotected p in v sex (wrap it before you tap it!), dirty talk, smidge of daddy kink and breeding kink, creampie, let me know if I've missed anything

6 December, 19 days till Christmas

All week the weather had made everyone in their pompously glittering houses just a little Christmas-y. Of course, the temperatures in Southern California could never drop low enough to merit a knee-high snowfall, or black ice on the roads and pavements, but it was chilly enough to make everyone pull the coats and fuzzy scarves from their closets. 

Christmas tunes were drifting slowly through the beautiful, almost fully decorated Mediterranean-style home. So far it was the only house on the block that hadn’t gone all out in terms of lights and decorations. But the light-up snowman on the front lawn and the twinkling lights that spanned the length of the eaves, were decoration enough for the happy couple that had moved in about a month ago.

Upon walking up to the dark wood door in the arched entryway, one would be greeted by a simple, but stylishly handcrafted wreath. The twisted branches and evergreen vines were dusted with false snow which made the red of the holly fruit all the more striking. 

Then further inside, in the small entry hall, the accent table where you and Bradley would drop your keys upon entering was cluttered with old Christmas cards and small ornaments to amplify the holiday feeling. The door to the walk-in closet was adorned by another wreath, albeit smaller and even less ostentatious than the first.

It was older, a family heirloom like the many other trinkets that were going up on walls and doors as part of your very first Christmas season as a couple.

Finally, a long pine branch garland paired with tiny warm white lights twisted itself around the bannister to the first floor and guided the way up to where the bedrooms were located. 

Immediately to the left from the entry hall, through another arched doorway, was the living room where, it seemed, the beating heart of all this Christmas excitement was steadily thrumming.

Boxes, both old and new, littered the floor and couch, each carton lid sporting a different title in a neat blocky handwriting. Those being the last ones to leave the storage compartment where all of Bradley’s family’s belongings had been kept. Decorations were laying across the available surfaces, ready to be either given a proper place or put back in storage. 

And the piece-de-resistance in this room was the yet star-less Christmas tree that was standing in front of the three large windows facing the street, showing off its twinkling lights to any passerby. 

The electric flames in the faux fireplace seemingly danced to Michael Bublé’s baritone coming from the festive playlist as a string of colourful lights dangled over it. The cable was still half-tangled between your fingers as you balanced on top of a chair in front of the fireplace, trying to hoist the lights over the painting of the sea you got as a move-in present from Penny and Mav which sat above the mantlepiece. 

A roll of masking tape hung between your lips and a pair of scissors were tucked inside the pocket of your leggings. Neither was going be used any time soon as you just couldn’t seem to reach high enough to hook the other end of the cable over the damn frame.

You lifted one leg, feeling the chair wobble a little. ‘Shit.’ You stepped back and scoffed at your unfinished work. Bradley had done most of the things that required the extra inches (that you lacked), but with him in the shower you’d given yourself the task to try and finish setting the lights up.

And obviously, you were failing at that miserably.

‘Hey, hey, hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?’ You felt Bradley’s hands reach for your hips from behind at the same time as his voice came rushing from the doorway.

He made sure you were stable on top of the chair before you he turned you around to face him. ‘I thought you were going to let me deal with the lights, baby.’

‘Yeah, but I thought I’d manage it,’ you explained, untangling the balled-up string of lights in your hands. ‘Stupid painting isn’t cooperating.’

Bradley chuckled, his hands on your hips gently squeezing your sides. His thumbs slipped beneath the edge of your crop top and rubbed short crescent shapes into your skin. You placed your own hand on his face, cupping his cheeks in your small palms and bringing his face closer to yourself. Still on the chair, you were barely half a head higher than him. 

His hair was still a little damp, ends sticking out at all directions after he most likely towelled it dry. His skin was flushed from the heat of his shower. His face had a thin sheen over it with the remnants of the cleanser and facial creams you’d taught him to use. Bradley was not all that vain, but he had seemed to gladly accept any tips on self-care from you. That included everything from skincare to dietary tidbits. 

You were this close to getting him to switch entirely to oat milk, but he was still taking his coffee with that powdered creamer that made you gag. After seeing the back of the box and the list of “ingredients”, you were convinced that the creamer was called such for appearances only. The general idea of milk relied solely on it being mentioned in the list of flavourings.  

You looked further down at his tight black T-shirt and the pair of grey sweats that although loose still outlined his strong, muscular thighs and… all else.

You smirked to yourself, appreciative of your absolute favourite article of clothing Bradley owned, took a tiny step over the chair seat to move closer to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders. 

‘You’re looking nice,’ you comment slyly, your eyes darting between his own and the sweats. ‘Looking, uh… real comfortable.’

‘Yeah…’ Bradley briefly glanced down at his clothes and as far as one could see he hadn’t seemed to grasp the extent of your interest in his choice of clothing. ‘Just threw these on so we could finish decorating, but I’ll put something nice for the date.’

‘No, no, no,’ you hastily interjected. 

You drummed your fingers on his shoulders and bit on the plushiest part of your bottom lip, stifling that ever growing smirk. With one finger you trailed a line down from his shoulder to the centre of his chest, just at the middle of his sternum. 

‘I’m just,’ you pursed your lips and gave an exaggeratedly pointed look towards his lower half, ‘showing appreciation.’

Bradley threw his head back in laughter. Your hands on his shoulder and chest shook with the force of his chuckle. He took a step forward to fully sever the distance between the two of you and wrapped his hands around the small of your back. You leaned slightly back into his tender but firm hold. 

To be entirely honest the slight possessiveness of it always managed to get you all fluttery inside.

‘Well, I guess it’s like with guys and sundresses. Right?’

You nodded, ‘Pretty much. You just… you look delicious in these.’

‘Yeah?’ Bradley chuckled, his eyes darkening at your not so innocent insinuation. 

His hands slid down your waist to the underside of your ass, lifting you without so much as a twinge of discomfort from the chair. You felt your pussy flutter as slick began to pool onto your panties. Your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, ankles locked at the small of his back so as to keep you as close to him as you could. Your slit came to rub against the top of Bradley’s abdomen which was a welcome friction, but certainly not the kind you were now growing desperate for. 

‘And you wanna know what else…’ Bradley murmured against the shell of your ear and it caused another flutter to go through you and peak at the apex of your thighs. ‘I decided to go commando.’

You whimpered. Was he trying to kill you? 

You rolled your hips into his hold, trying to rub against his lower belly and possibly urge him to prove his words by showing you. Bradley, however, seemed to have a different idea because he lowered you down on the ground and reached behind you for the line of Christmas lights that was hanging off of the mantlepiece. 

‘Come on, I’ll finish setting up the lights.’

‘Wait, wait, wait!’ You halted him, still incredibly turned on and with your face several degrees warmer. ‘Bradley!’

He turned back to you and leaned down to kiss away the pout from your lips. ‘Let’s finish this first.’

‘We can always finish it tomorrow,’ you wiggled your eyebrows suggestively. 

‘Nuh-uh, we need to finish it today.’

Bradley had been adamant that one of the Christmas traditions he wanted to revive from his childhood was decorating on St Nicholas day. His mum had been a somewhat devout Catholic and had kept with certain traditions she felt were important to her.

Many of those traditions and beliefs had been, of course, passed down onto Bradley and you genuinely loved that he wanted to start doing them again with you. 

It made you two moving in together and being together all the more significant. He was making you a part of his family traditions, as were you. You were weaving each other’s familial pasts into a present and a future where there was no his or hers. There was only ours, together as one. 

It made you love him even more.

‘I’ll put up these lights,’ Bradley began. ‘You can check those boxes over there for the tree topper, it should be with the other ornaments. We’ll put it up together and then we’ll have some time to kill before going to the Christmas market. How’s that sound?’

You pursed your lips, considering his proposition. ‘You better be really, really naked underneath those sweats, Lieutenant.’

Bradley laughed again and kissed your forehead before climbing onto the chair to put up the lights. 

You made your way to the small mountain of boxes on the couch, digging through years and years of family Christmases and holidays and looking for anything resembling the ornament you were looking for. 

After a few minutes of searching, you caught a glimpse of a white and gold point. You reached for it, turning over other pieces of decoration and memorabilia in the cardboard box to pull out a very beautiful Christmas tree topper. 

The little rhinestones reflected the surrounding lights which made the star appear as if it was actually shining. There were some specks of dirt and dust given that it had spent nearly two decades in a storage compartment, so you grabbed a rag from the coffee table to give it a very light scrub. 

You wanted to make sure you wouldn’t damage a single stone on the piece.

Feeling Bradley’s hands come up to your waist from behind once more, you looked back at him with a comfortable smile. You noticed the rhythmic twinkling of red, green, yellow and blue over his shoulder and you fully twisted your body around to look at the finished work. 

‘Oh, Bradley,’ you said softly, ‘they look fantastic.’

He turned with you and wrapped his arms around you, laying a soft kiss on your temple. 

‘They’re all pretty well levelled, right?’

A long line climbed up the wall, then broke into neat half-crescent moons across the top half, surrounded the painting above the fireplace, continued off in those rounded shapes and dropped back down the wall to connect to the power outlet behind the Christmas tree. This way, all cables would be hidden from view and wouldn’t be a tripping hazard. 

‘They look fantastic!’

Bradley kissed your temple once more before gently urging you forward towards the Christmas tree. The lights, tinsel and baubles were already set up in a beautiful arrangement that kept up with the fairly minimalist style of your decoration.

Both you and Bradley agreed that an elephantine amount of festive ornamentation inside and outside the house would a) be too much for either of your tastes, and b) would make your electricity bill go through the roof. And neither of you wanted your Christmas to be ruined.

Bradley bent down to loop his arm behind your hips, lifting you easily off of the ground again. You shrieked with laughter as Bradley inched both of you closer to the tree. You reached up and placed the star-shaped topped at the very peak of the fake pine tree. 

And your hard work was rewarded by the joyful feeling of finally having completed your festive decorating. 

Bradley lowered you back on the ground and wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you admired the fully decorated tree. Christmas tunes continued to drone in the background. Bradley swayed you left and right, singing softly the words of the song in your ear. 

He nipped at the skin below it, making you let out a sound that was something between a giggle and a moan. His hand on your waist curled to bring your body around and press it against his own. 

‘Are you still interested to see what’s in my grey sweats?’ He asked you sultrily. 

‘Oh, I’m pretty sure I can feel it,’ you replied. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought him down for a much needed kiss. 

The twinkling Christmas lights casted a lovely, romantic glow on the two of you as your bodies moved clumsily in the direction of the couch. 

You pushed Bradley down first and eagerly climbed into his lap. Your knee knocked into a cardboard box and accidentally sent it flying down to the ground, it’s contents spilling out onto the large Egyptian rug. 

‘Right, we might need to tidy up first,’ you said with no small amount of dejection. 

You were more interested in keeping up with your current activities, growing wetter by the second as you felt the hard ridge of Bradley’s cock nestling perfectly against your slit. But you also knew perfectly well neither of you would be comfortable on the couch with how cluttered it was.

‘Quickly.’ Bradley instructed. ‘And then we go back to your exploration.’

You cackled at his evident excitement. You got up from his lap and gave a mock salute, ‘Right away, Lieutenant.’

You bent down to pick up the contents of box you had knocked over while Bradley started to collect the ones on the couch and coffee table, hoisting them into his arms and carrying them off to the bottom floor closet for temporary storage. You picked up pieces of old newspapers the were used to cushion the more delicate ornaments, placing each carefully in the box.

Then you foot knocked against something more solid and you looked down to find the edge of what looked like an album that was bound in dark red leather. 

You reached down to grasp its edge and picked it up. It didn’t have anything written on the cover so you tentatively flipped it open to find pictures that were meticulously taped two-a-page. And under every picture there was a brief caption and a date. 

The handwriting was beautiful. Each letter and digit was like a work of art by itself. It was definitely a feminine hand; you’d seen Bradley write stuff down numerous times and he was perhaps a few degrees off from having a doctor's penmanship. 

The first two pictures were of what looked like a table set up with Christmas dinner, the title and date confirming your conclusion. The next two were different snapshots of some people who you didn’t recognise until you turned the leaf and your eyes landed on a picture of two very familiar women. 

One was Sarah, much younger and with her wild, curly hair styled in a side parting. She was wearing an incredibly ugly Christmas jumper that matched the one the woman next to her wore. 

Bradley’s mum.

Carole’s face was split in half by a massive beam that shined through the very picture. Her arm was thrown over Sarah’s shoulder, pulling her in a half hug. The photo just below it was similar — Sarah and Carole being the only two characters present. It seemed as if Carole was saying something to whoever was taking the photo, pointing a finger at them. 

‘Oh my god, where did you find this?’

Bradley looked down at the album over your shoulder. His eyes were wide with surprise and the edges of his mouth were pulling into a grin. He lifted his hand and lowered it gently onto the album’s page. 

‘It was in the box I knocked over,’ you explained.

‘Christ, I remember that Christmas. Mom had invited the whole gang,’ he explained and flipped over to the next page.

There were four photos of Maverick and a blond man who was taller and bigger than him, but still very much lean. The caption said Maverick and Iceman. 

So that was Sarah’s husband, Tom…

‘Look at uncle Ice.’ 

Bradley’s smile grew, most likely going into that place in his mind where his most treasured memories lay. His eyes began to glisten when he looked at the fourth picture — his mother was squeezed between the two aviators, the three of them frozen in laughter. 

You hummed, unable to find anything useful to say. The dates on the pictures suggested it was the Christmas a couple years or so prior to Carole’s passing. It was surely something that brought no small amount of anguish to your boyfriend at the moment. 

Then you flipped onto the next page of the album and couldn’t contain the roar of laughter that escaped you.

There were two pictures of Bradley. One of him on his own, the other of him a whole head and a half taller that his dear mother, but that wasn’t what made you laugh. No, Bradley’s hair was short, styled in spikes with what seemed like copious amounts of gel and he… had frosted tips!

You snorted, trying to contain your giggles. Your whole body shook with the force of your laughter.

‘Look at you hair!’

Bradley tried to grab the album from your hands, but you ran away from him and flipped through it for more compromising pictures.

‘Give it here!’

‘No, oh my!’ You laughed harder when you saw a picture that Bradley had obviously taken of himself in a bathroom mirror, proudly showing off the atrocious hairstyle. ‘W-what?!’

‘It was fashionable!’ Bradley defended when he managed to reach you and tackle you in a hug, prying the album from your hands. ‘And I wasn’t the only guy in high school with that haircut, I’ll tell you that.’ 

Bradley dropped the album onto the coffee table and stood between it and you, his hands holding your upper arms delicately. Tears had sprung in the corners of your eyes, your shoulders still shook and you could barely keep from laughing. When your laughter had turned to steady giggling, you looked up at Bradley, giving you an exaggerated pout.

‘Aw, baby!’ You reached up to hold his face and lifted yourself onto your tippy toes to kiss his protruding bottom lip. ‘I didn’t mean to laugh that hard. I think you actually looked quite, um… charming?’

‘I was actually.’ Bradley softened, a deep blush painting his cheeks that was visible even in the dim lighting of the living room. 

‘Did you do it for a girl or…?’

Bradley scratched the back of his head. ‘Rose Jennings. She was the grade above me, I had a crush on her. Her ex boyfriend had the same hairstyle so I thought she’d like me if I did the same.’

There was something so adorably moronic about him adopting a new style — one that even in the nineties through early naughties was a choice — all to impress a girl. One could put it down as simply teenage foolishness, but you thought it was stupidly sweet. To think that this hunk of a man was once a pining young boy, ready to change his entire appearance at the drop of a hat — all for a crush. 

Sweet, but very stupidly so.

‘Oh, no. Did Rose Jennings not like it then?’

‘Well, she didn’t date me,’ Bradley admitted almost shyly. ‘But we did almost go to third base under the bleachers.’ 

‘Woo hoo!’ You fist pumped the air. 

‘It was stupid. I never thought you’d find pictures of me from that time.’

You let out a curt giggle and buried your face in his chest to calm down. ‘The idea of it is starting to grow on me. Have you thought of doing your hair like that again?’

‘God, no!’ Bradley’s chest rumbled with the power of his baritone. You lifted your head and looked at him quizzically. 

So even he agreed that that had been a choice.

‘Well, you never know. You could bring that style back. I might let you hit home run since Rose Jennings didn’t give you the same curtesy.’

Bradley rolled his eyes playfully. ‘She did give me a half-handjob.’

‘A half-handjob? What’s that, over-the-jeans action?’

Bradley nodded and it was now your turn to give him a pout. This revelation, however, gave you an idea. A brilliant way to combine your previous conversation, your minuscule obsession with his grey sweats, and this new piece of information. 

Your mouth filled with saliva when the idea began to form more solidly in your mind’s eye.

‘Let me imagine you like that for a sec.’ You whispered and made a show of closing your eyes whilst rubbing your temples to conjure the image of Bradley with that horrible hairstyle.

You snorted out another bout of laughter, but remained laser focused on your plan. ‘Okay, okay…’

You let your hands rest on his chest and slowly caress his pecks, searching for the peaks of his nipples. The pert buds began to engorge beneath your touch and you swore you could feel the goosebumps sprouting across Bradley’s skin.

Your hands began moving lower and lower, your nails coming to gently scratch against his stomach. You sneaked your hands underneath, feeling your way across his soft stomach.

You remembered how Bradley had complained about losing his six-pack some weeks ago and you had made it your mission to convince him just how much you enjoyed that extra fluff. 

Looking up towards his face, you found his eyes fluttering the moments your fingers teased against the waistband of his sweats. You smiled to yourself, feeling Bradley’s hands bury themselves in the short locks of hair at the back of your head. 

Deliberately slow and tender, you kissed his neck — right above the small scar he had on there — before letting your teeth sink into the soft flesh, marking him as your own. 

Bradley’s head fell onto your shoulder and he let out a litany of whimpered moans. You pressed your lips against his earlobe, whispering. ‘I know I’m not Rose Jennings—’

‘Y-you’re better,’ Bradley rushed, breathless.

‘I know. And I’ll show you just how I would’ve showed my appreciation.’

Taking a tiny step back from him, you gave yourself enough space to kneel down in front of Bradley while keeping your hands on his hips. Your fingers hooked underneath the waistband of his sweats and before you pulled them down, you looked back up towards Bradley to make sure you weren’t doing anything he didn’t like or want. 

But seeing his lust-blown eyes, the complete desperation in them, you knew that stopping now would be more of a torture than anything else. 

You slowly pulled his sweats down. His half-hard cock sprang free from its confines, slapping against his left upper thigh. The head was a shade of red that was growing in intensity by the second, appearing almost purple the longer you sat there and did nothing more than take him by the base and give him a couple of lazy strokes.

‘H-happy?’ Bradley rasped.

‘Hm?’

He licked his lips. ‘Told you I went commando.’

You smirked, lowering your lips to the head of his cock and giving it a kitten lick that had Bradley shuddering. You licked the tip again, feeling the salty taste of precum gather on your tongue. 

The taste of him was addictive!

‘I knew already. Do you think your own girlfriend would miss the fact that you’re wearing grey sweatpants and nothing underneath?’

‘I guess no— Oh! F-fuck, Blossom!’

Bradley gasped, his head falling back, when you finally spared him from the torture and wrapped your lips around his cock. Your hand at the base began to pump him slowly, working his length at the bottom while you mouth lathered him up in saliva and precum at the top. 

You lifted your eyes briefly, looking up at Bradley through the thick curtain of your eyelashes. His bottom lip was firmly lodged between his teeth, biting down on it so hard you were positive once you rose up to kiss him you’d feel the distinct coppery taste of blood on your tongue. 

Bradley’s eyebrows were furrowed and eyes fluttered shut as his hips rolled once to meet the heat of your open mouth.

You choked back a little at the sudden intrusion, moaning deep in your throat which only seemed to excite Bradley more. One of his hands came down to your head, finding purchase at the back of it to gather your short locks in a firm hold and pull at it briefly. 

You loved when he pulled your hair during sex; it had taken both of you some time to figure out how to build your sense of security in the bedroom which included slightly risky things like hair pulling and choking. Bradley had been patient and maybe too careful, but you had a safe word established and practiced plenty and regularly.

Now there was nothing you loved more than having Bradley grab you by the hair when you went down on him, or even grab your throat and squeeze when he was fucking you like a madman. 

His fingers were buried in your soft hair, guiding your head up and down his length. You relaxed your throat and opened wider. The head of his cock hit the back of your throat a smidge too hard on one of his thrusts and you gagged around it, drool dripping down your chin which most likely made for a pretty erotic sight because Bradley’s moans were growing louder.

He sounded completely wrecked. 

Your free hand came around his thighs to grab at his buttocks and pull him even further into your throat. You bobbed your head faster and the most debauched sounds fell past your lips, gliding down your bottom lip and chin with your drool.

‘Fuck, baby! Yes, yes,’ Bradley babbled. ‘Fuck, I love this mouth, love this mouth so much! God, if you could just— fuck, see yourself right now… ngh, fucking gorgeous. With my cock in your mouth, baby.’

You relished in the incoherent praise and doubled down on your efforts, trying to take more and more of him in your mouth. You felt every engorged vein, every ridge of him against your tongue as you slid his cock in and out of your mouth. 

Bradley’s voice rose in octaves and completely overtook the persistent hum of the Christmas playlist. His chin was pressed against his chest as he gazed down at you through half-lidded eyes, but even so you could see his soft brown irises had turned dark with desire. 

‘Fuck, my beautiful girl. My gorgeous, gorgeous girl. I love you, I fucking love you, baby.’ He groaned louder when you twisted your hand at the base of his cock as you dragged it up and then down. 

You moaned around his length in response, gagging and tearing up at the strain in your throat but you kept at it. The pain was more pleasure than pain. And if it meant seeing Bradley fall completely apart, unable to even keep standing on his own two feet, then you’d take it all.

‘Oh, I’m gonna come,’ Bradley whimpered. ‘Can I come in your mouth, baby? Can I— fuck!’

You lifted your head so only the tip of his cock rested against your tongue. Your saliva-soaked hand kept jerking him closer and closer to completion. 

‘Come, Bradley. Come in my mouth.’

His head fell back as a strangled groan ripped out of his chest. His hand in your hair fisted it harder as you worked him through his orgasm, ropes of cum flying into your open mouth and filling it with that familiar salty taste.

Bradley lowered his hand from your hair to your chin and lifted your face so he could see you better. You made a show of showing him your filled mouth and swallowing down his seed with an exaggerated gulp that had him groaning once more. 

‘Fuck, Blossom. You little minx.’

You helped him by lifting the waistband of his sweats and covering him back up, the alluring sight of his softening cock being the last thing you see before the grey material covered it again. It allowed for an equally alluring sight of that same cock outlined by the cotton material. 

Bradley caressed your chin affectionately, humming in approval when you wiped the remnants of drool from your chin and got up. He helped you by holding your arm and once you were upright once more, he lowered his lips to capture yours in a kiss that had such depth you thought he’d merge himself to you.

‘Was I better than Rose Jennings?’

Bradley huffed, ‘I can’t even remember who that was.’

Your softly murmured good boy was met with a visible shudder on his part. He dipped down for another kiss that rewarded both of you. 

‘Come,’ he urged gently when the two of you separated, a line of spit being the only thing still connecting your lips. ‘Let’s get dressed and head to the Christmas market before I fuck you on this couch.’

‘We can do both in succession if you’d like.’

The Uber driver dropped you off at the entrance of the market, wishing you both a merry Christmas. Like a true gentleman, Bradley helped you out of the car and thanked the man once again before gently pushing the door shut. He entwined your gloved fingers with his bare ones as the two of you made your way through the maze of huts.  

The alpine-style structures offered the ultimate Christmas atmosphere. They were adorned with small lanterns and plush fake snow. The vendors wore red and white hats with bells at the end that jingled with each of their move. And at the end of the first row, there was a sign directing you to each part of the Christmas market. 

‘Oh, we should grab a bite to eat at the bratwurst hut,’ you suggested excitedly. ‘And drink gluhwein. And then we can see about getting some presents for the family.’

Bradley let you lead the way. ‘I’m down for all that. I wanna check out the skating rink, if you’re up for it.’

You considered the proposition for a moment. Ice skating had never been something you were good at, being slightly clumsy in general meant that unstable surfaces were even more of a hinderance to your walking — or even standing — abilities.

‘I’m willing to give it a go,’ you told him. ‘But if I fall and bruise my ass—’

‘I’ll gladly kiss it.’

‘Ew, Bradley!’

He laughed good-naturedly when you slapped his chest. ‘Don’t pretend like you wouldn’t like that.’

You raised a brow and lowered your voice to a whisper. ‘Are we really considering public sex?’

‘We already did that, baby.’ Bradley’s lips pulled in a triumphant smirk as he led you in the direction of the bratwurst hut. ‘Halloween night at the Hard Deck.’

‘That doesn’t count,’ you retorted.

On Halloween, Bradley had wanted to improve your mood after the disappointing start of your house hunting. The two of you had gotten slightly drunk on Margaritas and one too many Jäger bombs. At some point during the night, you had snuck into the men’s toilets and stumbled into a stall to enjoy some risky behaviour. 

‘It totally counts,’ Bradley argued as the two of your joined the queue in front of the hut that was maybe a little too heavy on the lederhosen-wearing cartoon sausages. But the sound of crackling meat and smell of spices made up for the gaudy decor.

Mindful of the random people that surrounded you, Bradley lowered his voice too. ‘The guys walked in on us, remember? Bagman even barged in our stall.’

You chuckled, ‘Okay, okay. They didn’t see much thought. I was wearing that long black dress on so we were both pretty covered.’

‘Mmm, you did look really hot as Rhaenyra Targaryen.’ Bradley leaned down to kiss the corner of her jaw and she swatted him away. ‘Bouncing in my lap like a cock-hungry slut.’

‘Shush!’ Despite the nippy December wind, you felt your entire face grow hot at his teasing. ‘And it certainly didn’t help that we’d shotgunned that joint beforehand.’

‘Don’t know, made everything a bit more… colourful, didn’t it.’

You looked up at him with a small smirk. There was a certain mischievous glint in his eye that was hardened by the vivid Christmas lights surrounding you. If you knew he’d be in such a mood after the fun you’d had back home, you’d known to give it even more effort. You loved seeing Bradley so relaxed and yes, even his bouts of extreme horniness that always seemed to flourish in inappropriate times and places was a part of him you adored. 

‘I’m not sure about the wursts anymore,’ you told him with a joking lilt to your voice. Bradley raised his eyebrows and inquired as to your meaning. ‘Me, gobbling down a sausage. Don’t wanna give you ideas.’

Bradley barked out a laugh which startled the old couple standing in the queue in front of you. He apologised through a fit of giggles that had you hiding your mouth behind your gloved fingers to stifle your own laughter. The elderly woman who had her arm around her husband’s smiled at you both, assuring you it was fine and complimented you on what a charming couple you two make. 

The rest of the evening was spent going from hut to hut, trying different festive delicacies and drinks. Two mulled wines each later, you were warm enough to take off your gloves and stuff them in your pocket. Bradley’s own hands offered enough warmth for you as he led you down the busy path, offering to buy you anything you’d like. 

The two of you stopped in front of a place that had a wide display handmade Christmas tree toys. The most interesting part of their work was the offer to take a picture in their photo booth that they would then put in a little plastic sphere or heart-shaped bauble. 

‘It’s gonna be nice to have something to commemorate our first Christmas together,’ you told Bradley and led him to the photo booth so you two could participate. 

Ten minutes later you were moving off to another part of the Christmas market with your bauble packed in a little bag. Bradley carefully pulled you to stand in front of him while he steered both of you in the direction of the ice skating rink some hundred feet away.

While he was paying for your entrance, your phone buzzed in your coat’s pocket and you pulled it out to see a new message had popped up in the Bitchezzz United group chat you had with Phoenix, Frankie and Halo. 

QueenNix💁🏻‍♀️: BLOSSOM!!!

QueenNix💁🏻‍♀️: checked in with the shelter today. they’ll keep the little guy until next week. Frankieand I will pick him up and keep him at our place until xmas eve.

You gasped, typing out a quick response. 

FlowerPower🌼: That’s perfect! Thank you so much! Keep the receipts for food and anything like that.

baddie with a fattie💋💋: absolutely not babes!

FlowerPower🌼: absolutely yes! Keep the receipts or I’ll ask Amelia to hack into your banking accounts so I can see how much I owe you and give you money instead of xmas presents!

Halo reacted to your message with a laughing emoji. An ellipsis appeared next to Phoenix’s profile picture before her next message appeared. 

QueenNix💁🏻‍♀️: ill keep a tab on any expenses but it’s seriously not an issue. we’re excited to see Bradley’s reaction!!!

FlowerPower🌼: thanks, Nix! Im excited as well! Gotta go now, Bradley took me ice skating.

carbs4life🍔🍜🍕: send pics!

QueenNix💁🏻‍♀️: say hi to mr chicken

baddie with a fattie💋💋: trip him up lmao

Before Bradley could see your chat as he made his way back to you, two pairs of skates in hand, you pocketed your phone.

‘The girls say hi,’ you told him as he knelt at your feet to untie your shoe laces. 

‘They’re still on for Christmas Eve, right?’ He asked.

You nodded in response while he pulled your shoes one at a time, then helped you into the skates. They were a nice cream colour, fleece lined which warmed up your feet immediately. After he was done with your own, Bradley quickly slipped out of his Timbs and into a pair of much larger black skates.

‘How did they manage to find boat sized shoes for you, I’ll never know.’ You joked. Bradley tickled your sides in retaliation which made you yelp and you clamped your mouth shut. 

You watched him with a smile while he fiddled with the shoe laces, very much excited yourself to see the reaction to his Christmas present. You’d managed to get this far with the secret, hiding the fact that you’d been scouring the websites of all breeders and shelters in the state for the perfect puppy. Bradley had told you he’d always dreamed of having a dog and seeing as you had space to fill in your big house, you thought a dog would be a welcome gift. 

‘Ready?’ Bradley got up from the bench and offered you his hand. 

You beamed at him and nodded, sliding your palm in his own and letting yourself be pulled to your feet.

The pair of you waddled your way to the door and carefully got onto the rink, making sure not to fall over the moment the blades of your skates touched the false ice. But with Bradley’s hand firmly holding yours, you began to abandon your worries and happily slide around the rink with him.

24 December, 0 days till Christmas

The dinner table was extended and covered by a beautiful, red table cloth. There were candles spread around in the few gaps that weren’t filled by plates and bowls of various foods. There was a turkey in the middle of the spread, surrounded by smaller dishes containing stuffing, gravy, Bradley’s potato salad, and a pear and red onion chutney you’d made from scratch. There were bowls of dried fruit and a basket of bread from the nearby bakery. The first bottle of red wine was open and left to decant on a side table, surrounded by a fresh set of merlot glasses you’d gotten as part of your list of move-in must-haves.

The food around the table was perhaps enough to feed an army, but knowing full well that a majority of their guests would be an ever-hungry bunch of Navy guys, it made sense. Payback alone could probably finish the turkey by himself and then ask for another. Bob was the easiest to cook for, because he had the stomach of a chicken and rarely asked for second helpings even if your inner grandma was constantly pushing more things onto his plate because he needed the nourishment. 

You’d left Bradley in the kitchen to finish the chocolate mousse while you showered and changed into something nice. That wasn’t too tricky a desert to do and the only thing you asked of him was to whip it until it was an airy consistency. You could say you were confident in his abilities to let him.

Something happened in the shower; you couldn’t tell if it was the festive spirit, the excitement for the night ahead, or simply the fact that you had started to imagine Bradley in his crisp white shirt and dark blue slacks carefully handling a chocolate mousse. 

You could peg it to ovulation-related horniness, but the thoughts kept coming to the forefront and the hot water stream just elevated those feelings to another level. 

His large hands wrapped around the whisk or wooden spoon, flicking through the mousse with a military precision. His muscles tensing under the material of the shirt with every move. His plush lips pursed in concentration.

By the time you got to your closet in search of an appropriate dress to wear, you’d decided you wanted to add on to his Christmas present in a more personal, more pleasurable way.

Your heels clicked against the wood of the stairs as you descended, making your way to the back and into the kitchen. The skirt of your red dress swished around your thighs and you intentionally swung your hips a little more so that the fabric could flare about you seductively. Your put your left hand behind you, wanting to partially obscure the bunched up lacy fabric in your first. 

Your plan seemed to have worked because Bradley’s eyes were immediately on you when you entered the room.

Bradley’s mouth hung open with the wooden spoon he had been using to stir the mousse halfway up. You walked to his side and wrapped your free arm around his middle, making a final check on the mousse. You peeled yourself off of him and dipped a finger in it, tasted, and the sweetness melted on your tongue. 

You let out a deep moan before grabbing the spoon from Bradley and scooping some more of the mousse onto it. ‘Oh my god! This is to die for!’

‘Your dress is to die for,’ he commented before taking back the spoon and throwing it in the sink. He pushed the bowl of mousse out of the way before turning you around to face him. You chuckled at the seriousness and determination in his eyes which raked up and down your form, fully taking in your outfit.

The sweetheart neckline offered a nice view of your cleavage which was enhanced by the bra you knew him to harbour strong feelings for. The dress was cinched at the waist before flowing freely down your hips, reaching just shy of your knees. 

Bradley’s hands wondered from your shoulders to your sides and waist, fully appreciating your outfit and you in it. You were patiently waiting for him to have his fill before spilling the contents of your hand in his own.

‘You look beautiful, Blossom.’

You smiled up at him. ‘Thank you, baby. Thought I’d finally put this dress on, it’s been in our closet for months.’

‘You should’ve worn it out by now. Torn it to shreds.’

‘Yeah?’ 

Bradley nodded eagerly. ‘I certainly would’ve helped with that.’

Your eyebrows twitched and a self-satisfied smirk made its way onto your lips. 

‘Why don’t we give it a test flight then?’ 

You lifted your left hands high enough to slip the bunched up lace in his slacks’ pocket. While he was reaching for his surprise, you lifted yourself onto the kitchen island and leaned back on your palms, watching him expectantly. 

The moment his fingers touched the lace, you knew you had him. His eyes widened comically and you noted how his pupils dilated at the slow, but sure realisation exactly what he was touching. 

He pulled his hand out of his pocket, slowly turning the lace panties that matched your bra between his fingers. He paused for a second, taking the sight of them in, before putting them back in his pocket. 

You leaned forward on the counter, smiling innocently at your boyfriend in who’s eyes you could see an ocean of emotion that was spilling over the edges. You swung your legs back and forth and simply waited for him to make the next move. Which he soon enough did.

Bradley’s hand landed softly on your bare knees and climbed higher and higher, reaching underneath the hem of your dress to feel the smooth and soft skin underneath. The moment he reached the tops of your thighs, he felt his way around for any sign of a material obstructing his touch. And when he couldn’t find any, but could touch freely — which he did and caused a soft sigh to tumble past your lips — he grabbed you by the hips and pulled you closer to his body. 

You gasped audibly when your naked slit pressed tightly against his covered zipper, underneath of which his cock had begun to swell. You wanted him like this, in this position, no prep, no nothing. Your pussy was so wet and aching for him that you were certain that him sheathing himself within you would bring you to the brink. 

‘You know we’ve got guests coming soon.’ 

He was giving you a way out, but you couldn’t care less if they were right outside your door.

‘Not for another half-hour we don’t.’ You raised a single eyebrow. ‘Think you can finish by then?’

Bradley took your face in his hands, leaned down, and pressed his lips against yours. His kiss was hard and demanding. His tongue invaded your mouth without a second of deliberation. 

His hands ran over your curves, pulling you closer and melding your chests together. He lifted your skirt higher while you reached for the fly of his slacks. Your fingers trembled in anticipation and it took you a second to pry two flaps open, nearly tearing the button out of its place. 

‘Baby, can I fuck you without a condom,’ Bradley begged against the heat of your open mouth. ‘I wanna feel you, all of you.’

You moaned loudly. Your head dipped back and offered the expanse of your neck to his wanting mouth. His lips trailed wet, open kisses across your skin down to your collar bones. ‘Yes! Oh, yes, please!’

You reached inside the opening in Bradley’s slacks, freeing his cock from his confines. He groaned against your shoulder when your delicate hand wrapped around the base of his length and pressed it up against your soaking cunt. 

‘Oh, fuck, baby! You’re so fucking wet for me, beautiful.’ He sighed, tangling one hand in the hair and angling your head to his liking. 

His other hand slipped back underneath the skirt of the dress, his thumb pressed against your clit and applied pressure that was barely there to the little bundle of nerves that had you crying out. 

‘Is this why you did this? Wore this dress, took your little panties off and presented your hungry pussy to me for the taking. Huh, hoped I’d fuck you like this? Like the good little slut you are?’

‘Yes, Daddy.’

‘Fuck!’

Your hand on his cock guided him in, your walls opening and sucking him in. Bradley bottomed out without wasting another second and stilled; he dropped his forehead against yours and held you like that.

‘Bradley,’ you whimpered and tried rolling your hips into his own. ‘Please, move, Daddy. I need— need you so much. Please.’

‘Give me a sec,’ he murmured in response. ‘I need to last long enough, baby. Can’t give my good girl everything she needs if I shoot my load too soon. And I wanna reward you, show you how much I liked your little surprise.’

‘You like it?’

‘Yeah, beautiful. If this is my Christmas present, I can tell you…’ Bradley thrust into your heat once, deep and slow, and made you see stars, ‘…it is a very good present.’

‘It- It’s no— ah! not your only pre-present,’ you sobbed while his thrusts picked up in pace and force. 

He began to fuck into you, your barely covered ass sliding against the marble counter, but Bradley’s large hands kept a firm grip on your hips as he half-guided your body towards his own. Your breaths caught in your throat, eyes rolled back to the back of your head. With shaky hands you gripped his shoulders while your legs fell wide open on their own accordance to allow him more room. 

‘My beautiful, beautiful woman. My fucking girl. Mine!’ Bradley growled against the side of your neck, mere inches from your ear. 

You keened at the possessiveness and pulled him closer, clawing at the collar of his shirt. If the material wrinkled, you couldn’t care less. You’d strip it off of him yourself and iron it later, or even better — let him wear his wrinkled shirt to dinner and let all your guests know what transpired between the two of you. Right there on the kitchen island. A foot or so away from the chocolate mousse, you’d be serving them for dessert. 

Bradley nudged the collar of your dress to the side, baring your shoulder to his hungry mouth, and sucked on your skin like he was trying to consume you. His hips snapped harder against yours with every whimper, every wail of exaltation. His hands wondered around your body, touching anything covered or bare so he could, everything within his grasp. 

You felt desired, worshiped, adored. Bradley’s hips rolled against yours, his cock slipping in and out of your soaked cunt with what could only be oxymoronically be described as tender force. Those lustful feelings that had spurred your impromptu seduction melted into a very poignant sensation which softened your touch against his own body. 

Everything seemed to take on a fuzzy, pink hue. 

You smoothed Bradley’s hair back, kissing his face tenderly and sighing against his flushed skin. His own breaths rang like bells against your ear and before you even thought to ask him to kiss you, his lips were joining with yours.

‘I love you, I love you so much,’ he groaned, almost desperately. ‘I love you.’

You gasped into his open mouth and he swallowed your rushed breath, peppering your lips with his kisses.

‘I know, I know. I love you, Bradley.’

‘Please, come on my cock, baby. You know how much I love it,’ thrust ‘know how much I love when you squeeze me, fucking drench me’ thrust ‘oh, baby, you feel so fucking good!’

Your legs wrapped around his waist and pulled him even closer.

‘Come in me, Bradley. Give it to me, fill me up. Please, please, ple— AH!’ 

Your wail of pleasure and surprise came at the exact moment Bradley’s cock made one final plunge in your depths. The sensation threw you over the edge and you came shuddering, clutching Bradley against you. You felt him twitch inside you, shoot his hot seed into your quivering cunt and come to a halt. 

Full. You felt full and satiated. Like a cat that had a bowl-full of cream and was lounging in a sun spot. 

Bradley stayed buried inside you longer than he usually did. You caressed his face, his neck, loathe to let him go. This felt too good and too special to end so soon. 

‘Marry me.’

You pulled your face back and looked up at him. Your eyes were wide and mouth agape. All thoughts save but one left your mind with your breath which had stilled in your throat. Your hands came up to hold his face and Bradley’s own rose to cover yours. There was a flicker of uncertainty in his gaze when he licked his lips to speak again.

‘Marry me.’

You blinked dumbly. ‘What?’

Bradley bit his lip and you wanted to kick yourself for how uncoordinated you’d become in the wake of his proposal. 

‘This was going to be half of my Christmas present for you. I- I thought… never mind.’

He began to pull away, his softening cock slipping out of you. You gripped his jaw a little tighter and made him stop, staring deeply into his eyes. He couldn’t think you were rejecting him, could he?

Oh, you silly, silly man!

‘Ask me.’ You said firmly. 

Bradley’s features twisted in hesitation before he licked his lips to say once more, ‘Marry me.’

You gasped, bottom lip trembling and eyes filling with tears. ‘Yes. Yes, yes, yes!’

‘Yes?’ He repeated, astonished. 

‘Yes!’ You exclaimed. ‘God, Bradley, yes! I will marry you, I will be your wife!’

Bradley grinned broadly, holding your face in his hands and watching you as if you’d made him the happiest he’d ever been. You sincerely hoped you had, because he’d made you the happiest you had ever been. 

And all with but a single request. 

‘I- I have an actual present, too.’

‘I couldn’t care less about that.’

‘But it’s really nice,’ Bradley assured you. ‘It can double as an engagement present as well. But if you want a separate one, I’ll get it. I’ll give you everything, Blossom. I love you.’

‘I love you, Bradley.’ You sobbed. Tears of joy dropped onto your cheeks as you pulled him back in to pepper his face with kisses, making Bradley chuckle.

‘You really had me there for a second. Thought you were going to reject me.’

You shook your head. ‘Could never. I love you and I want to marry you, have wanted it for such a long time. I just never thought it’d happen right after you fucked me on the kitchen island.’

Bradley laughed and pressed his forehead to yours as the two of your stopped your furious kissing to catch your breath. ‘I had a much more romantic proposal in mind. At the dinner table with our friends, but the post nut clarity—’

‘Thank god, for post nut clarity!’ 

Bradley kissed you again and seemed to savour the kiss with an unquenchable thirst. He then looked at you again, nothing but joy in his eyes. He held up a finger for you to hold for a moment, pulled free of you with a grunt, tucked his now placid cock in his slacks and told you to wait for him there.

‘Can I have my panties?’ You asked as he made his way out of the kitchen.

He smirked. ‘Oh, no. These are staying with me tonight, baby.’

You patiently sat on the kitchen island, your thighs clenched together to keep Bradley’s seed inside. You felt high, higher than anything could ever get you. You kept thinking over the whole proposal, delving deeper and deeper into that pool of absolute, unadulterated joy you felt. 

He wants to marry you. 

Bradley will be your husband, you will be his wife. 

Not more than five minutes later, he was back in the kitchen and jogged over to you. In his hand he had a small blue box that he swiftly unlidded to reveal two beautiful rings nestled inside. Both were very simple, without many embellishments, but to you they were as grand as diamonds and rubies. 

‘They belonged to my mom and dad. Maverick gave them to me the day you got the job. I would’ve proposed then, but knew it was too early and I wanted my proposal to you to be special. If you don’t like them, we can go and get newer ones—’

You kissed him to stop his worried rambling, holding his face in your hands and smoothing your thumbs over his reddened cheeks. You then gazed down lovingly at the two golden bands before taking the larger one and holding it in your hand whilst giving your now fiancé an expectant look. 

‘I love them. Don’t think about changing them, they mean a lot to you and so they do to me.’

Bradley nodded and took the smaller ring from the box, reaching for your left hand and slipping it onto the appropriate finger. You waited for him to feel the power of this moment before you gently clasped his own left hand and slipped the other ring on. 

You looked up at Bradley and he looked down at you, both of you entirely lost in your shared joy. He leaned down to kiss your lips for what was probably the hundredth time that evening, but did it truly matter — you were happy beyond all explanation. 

Just then the doorbell rang, singling the arrival of your guests.

Bradley hastily fixed the collar of his shirt which, surprisingly, didn’t look as rumpled as you thought it’d be. He then helped you off of the kitchen island, telling you to go greet whoever was at the door while he finished setting up the table. 

You couldn’t leave his side before stealing another kiss, and then another, and another. But the insistent ringing of the bell had you running off to get the door. 

‘Hey, Blossom!’ Hangman greeted you cheerfully, his hand clasped around the neck of a red wine bottle. 

Coyote was standing right over his shoulder and followed him into the hallway. He gave you a brief hug before moving out of the way for Payback and Fanboy to walk in as well. It was, perhaps, the first time you’d seen any of them in anything other than uniforms or casual clothing — the four of them wearing suits, but still keeping with their casual nature by wearing trainers. Apart from Hangman, of course, he was always making sure he looked as if he’d jumped out of a GQ magazine spread.

It was a succession of hugs, exchanges of Merry Christmas’s and polite compliments on your outfit which made you look away sheepishly, knowing just how downright inappropriate the intention behind your dress (and lack of underwear) had been. 

‘Damn, this place looks nice!’ Coyote exclaimed when you showed the guys the way to the dining room. ‘Where’s Bradley?’

‘Over here, man.’

Bradley came out of the kitchen, carrying the board of cheeses and cured meats you’d fixed up earlier. You smiled when you caught the soft twinkling of the ring on his finger. The guys exchanged quick festive greetings with him and began chatting as if there’d been no time between seeing each other last and now. 

Payback turned to you for a moment. ‘Don’t wanna be a bother, but wanted to ask—’

‘Don’t worry, Bradley and I made sure to make all foods halal and kosher. Sarah’s coming too, so we were extra careful with the ingredients.’

‘Aw, thanks, bud!’

‘Don’t mention it! We’re glad you all agreed to spend Christmas Eve with us. It feels really nice to fill the house with people,’ you gushed. 

‘I bet!’ Fanboy joined the conversation, standing on Payback’s side. ‘Still can’t believe your guys’ luck! The house looks amazing!’

The doorbell rang again. 

‘Bradley? Baby, mind pouring the guys some drinks, I’ll go see who’s at the door.’

‘It’s probably Mav. He texted that he, Penny, Sarah, and Amelia were a close.’ 

True to his word, once you opened your door you were greeted by the four of of them, arms full with present bags and boxes. Amelia was first to rush forward and bundle you in a bear hug, followed by a much calmer Penny who kissed your cheeks and praised the wreath on the front door.

‘Thank you! Bradley and I made it,’ you said proudly. But once you lifted your hand to push your hair out of your forehead, Penny seemed to catch sight of the ring on your left hand and let out a gasp. Then came Sarah who gently took your hand so the two women could examine the delicate band on your ring finger.

‘Oh, sweetie! Is this…?’

You grinned. ‘As of ten minutes, yes. The other guys haven’t noticed yet.’

Amelia was ecstatic and ran off to find the group of aviators and rub in their noses their inability to notice this very important fact. You laughed when you heard the boom of cheers coming from the kitchen, bringing your attention back to Penny, Sarah and Mav who gave you their congratulations. 

‘What are we celebrating?’ Came Frankie’s voice from the open doorway. She, in her usual fashion, was dressed to the nines in a sparkling green dress which meticulously hugged her curves and matched her glittery eyeshadow. Halo and Bob came in after her, both of them dressed very sharply, but anyone would pale after Frankie’s dazzling entrance. 

‘Phoenix is in the car with the puppy. Want us to bring him in now?’ Frankie whispered to you once you’d directed the others to the kitchen. 

Just then Phoenix herself appeared at the doorstep and in her hands was a little black fur ball with a large red bow wrapped loosely around its neck. 

You couldn’t contain the aw that escaped your lips once you finally saw the puppy you’d chosen as Bradley’s present. The cane corso started to wagging his tail, sniffing the air about you and trying to get out of Phoenix’s arms. She handed him to you and the little guy couldn’t sit still until he could lift himself high enough to lick at your chin.

‘Oh, you are just precious!’ 

‘We’ve got his documents from the shelter,’ Phoenix explained and lifted the small bag that was handing from her elbow. ‘We brought his food, he’ll be good for the next month at least. Frankie overspent on that and treats.’

‘It’s ‘cause he gave me these eyes. Oh, babes, he gives you those eyes and you can’t not give him a treat!’

You chuckled, smoothing the puppy’s sleek black coat back which meant that your two best friends were the next to learn of the recent developments, both gasping audibly when they saw the ring on your finger. 

‘Okay, come in now both of you, we should go take this little man to Daddy.’ You said after another series of squeals, screeches, shouted congratulations, and more face licking from the puppy in your arms.

Frankie gave you her typical lopsided smirk. ‘Is that how you got him to propose? Called him Daddy?’

You jokingly slapped her ass when she walked in front of you. ‘Shush you!’

‘Oh, Daddy! Give me a ring, I’ll be a good girl!’ She gave an exaggerated moan and a sigh, throwing a hand over her forehead and leaning against the living room doorframe in an overdramatic fashion. ‘Okay, okay, let’s go take the little guy to Bradley!’

The three of you, grinning from ear to ear in anticipation, hurried off to the dining room, greeted by the sight of all the guests either sitting at the table and enjoying an aperitif. Bradley was standing near the door to the kitchen, talking to Bob and Maverick, when he caught sight of you and your eyes widened at the contents of your arms. 

‘Oh my god!’

‘Merry Christmas, baby!’

‘Oh my god! Is that for us?’ 

Bradley crossed the distance between the two of you and reached out for the puppy that was now more interested in this new human that in you. Bradley picked him up and hugged him to his chest. Everyone around the room gushed over the adorable puppy.

‘It’s for you mostly,’ you explained to him. ‘Frankie and Phoenix put in me in touch with a shelter in San Fransisco after I said I was looking for a puppy. Apparently, someone found this little guy tossed out on the street as a newborn.’

‘Yeah, some dickhead,’ Frankie supplied.

‘Aw, buddy,’ Bradley gushed, screeching the puppy behind the ears which the he seemed to adore. ‘Guys, I need a cool name.’

‘Thor.’

‘No, Zeus.’

‘I think Cerberus is a badass name for… what is he, a doberman?’

‘Cane corso,’ you explained, already thinking over the name Cerberus. 

It was a fitting name for a dog like this, would be in complete contrast to how sweet he was, but in the end the decision was all Bradley’s. 

‘Well, Cerberus is a badass name,’ Bradley agreed and groaned when the little guy licked his cheeks. ‘Oh, we’re gonna be best fucking friends, buddy.’

You patted him on the shoulder. ‘Alright, let’s sit down and eat, because I don’t want our efforts to go to waste.’

Payback barked out a laugh and pointed at the turkey. ‘No way, we’re leaving this place before obliterating this.’

‘Wait, is this a Christmas and an engagement dinner then?’ Phoenix asked when she took up the chair next to yours.

You shared a brief look with Bradley who simply smiled and gave you a shrug. ‘I guess it is.’

Maverick grabbed his wine glass and lifted it proudly in the air. ‘To Bradley and Blossom then.’

Everyone followed suit with the toast before taking a long sip to your health and happiness. Bradley, still holding little Cerberus in his arms, leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the lips. You placed your hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes, finding that serenity you felt reflected back to you.

‘Merry Christmas, baby.’ Bradley whispered to you as he raised his lips to your forehead, leaving a delicate peck upon your warm skin.  

‘Merry Christmas to you, too.’ Your mouth twitched in a smile. ‘Fiancé.’

Bradley sighed contentedly. ‘I’m really starting to enjoy the sound of that. Be even better when I’m promoted to husband.’

‘Keep being your usual self and I’ll promote you sooner rather than later,’ you promised him.

‘I’ll hold you to that.’

You giggled and leaned back in your chair, taking the offered bowl of salad that Phoenix held. You spared a quick glance in Bradley’s direction still in disbelief that someone could make you so happy.

But there he was, you wonderful man, your fiancé with a puppy in his arms and an engagement ring on his left hand that promised you happiness and love.

What a perfect Christmas…

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Little Xmas something! (Also on ao3) Hope you’re all having a nice holiday (if you’re into that kind of thing) ❤️

Christmas Eve, Hawkins, 1992

After dinner, Steve kissed a cheek of each parent, pulled his old winter coat on, and set off toward The Hideaway by foot. It wasn’t a long walk, but it wasn’t nothing. Hawkins was frosty and fresh- a very thin dusting of snow, illuminated by the sparse streetlights, by twinkling trees decorating front lawns, by the warmly lit living rooms and bedrooms of the suburbs, and then by the neon signs in the storefronts downtown. He buried his hands in the warm, generously lined pockets, and felt his fingers close around a packet of cigarettes, an old receipt, a handful of coins, a bracelet. He pulled the receipt out for inspection. Melvalds, just milk and cereal and a ten pack of Budweiser. Dated 1987. He pulled the bracelet out too. It was one of those rubbery type ones, had clearly said something on it that had scratched off, worn away. One of the kids, probably. Or Robin. Or Eddie.

By the time he made it to the square he was red faced and shivering. Should have thought to grab a hat and gloves. He hung out for a moment on the street, anyway, and smoked one of the old discovered cigarettes. He grimaced at the taste, unused to the lack of menthol filter. Hawkins was as pretty as ever. Quaint. Unassuming. It was the same little storybook as ever. Every time he came home, no matter how many years passed, how things changed, how much the shape of his life evolved and he grew up, and no matter how many miles away he’d travelled, he was sent right back. Walking through his hometown, he was overcome with memories; unconsciously, on every corner. Childhood, teenage-hood, those lost years as a young adult. He got this anxious, aimless, dreadful, nostalgic, excited, turbulent feeling that just simmered away quietly under his skin. This muted, warped, strange kind of grief. Some street where some person from high school lived, where he’d once slept over. A store he’d gone into once with Robin. A neck of the woods not far from where he’d once fought a monster. An alley down which Eddie had pulled him, just to kiss him, once, under his jaw.

He stubbed out the cigarette and crossed the street and walked into the bar.

It was all the usual suspects. Murray was going on some tirade, propped up against the bar. Nancy was listening to him with one eyebrow raised, her hand linked with Jonathan, who was paying more attention to the jukebox. Robin was sat on a stool to his other side, rolling her eyes and interrupting. Wayne was laughing, rolling himself a smoke. Eddie, who’d been leaning over the bar, trying to get the bartender’s attention, turned around the second Steve walked in. And grinned.

Wayne didn’t stay long. Nancy and Jon shuffled off a little after. Then Murray started yawning. By midnight it was just Steve, Robin and Eddie around the little corner table, by the window, watching the snow fall lightly, watching the rainbow string-lights changing colours.

“Merry Christmas boys,” Robin smiled, holding up her drink for clinking. They returned the merry wish. They shared a bowl of peanuts.

“You’re really happy in Chicago, then?” Eddie asked, over a cigarette, later, after Robin had gone home and the bar had shut and the two of them had lingered outside.

“Yeah,” Steve shrugged. “Yeah, it’s just, fine for now.”

Eddie ashed and it flew and caught Steve’s neck, weirdly, and for a second the cherry kissed him, and it burned.

“You really happy in New York?” Steve asked.

“I’m as happy as I could be anywhere,” Eddie shrugged. He stubbed out his cigarette and immediately started rolling another. Steve’s cheeks were numb, his ears too, his fingers. He watched the beautiful way Eddie’s hair whipped his face, his dark hair against his pale skin, the moon light, the light, light snow. Eddie’s beautiful hands, pinching the filter to the paper. His broad, gorgeous, hunched shoulders. Where his tummy was protruding over his belt. Steve wanted to undo it, for all different kinds of reasons.

“Sure,” Eddie shrugged. “I dunno.”

Steve took a step closer to him. He didn’t really decide to, and then he was just pressing their cold cheeks together. Eddie sighed.

“So funny. This time of year. Being here. Every time, I just think of you. I cant stop thinking of you. As if we never broke up. As if it’s five years ago.” Steve said it all to the wall, with his arm resting on Eddie’s shoulder and his chin hooked on his arm, and their cold cheeks getting warmer from being pressed together.

“Me too,” Eddie said. “I guess I always will.” Steve felt him pull a drag, felt him wrap an arm around Steve’s middle. “But that’s what I’m always like, when I hear your name. Whenever anything reminds me of you. Your laundry detergent or something.”

They were tipsy words. They were all true. It was all just true, in the way things always were with them. So true it was almost simple. Despite all the places it was so hard. The places where the screws turned and it bruised and nobody could see each other properly. They were very dear to each other. That was just a great big fact.

“You look beautiful,” Steve said, pulling away to smile at him. “You’re a devastatingly handsome person. Did you know that?”

“Sure,” Eddie laughed. “Come here.”

It was one of those swaying, drunken kisses. Swaying like the world was swaying and they were just moving with it, staying upright. Under the big moon, on that ugly, pretty street. Eddie’s cold hands cradled his face. Then wrapped around him. They dipped, laughed a bit.

“Alright,” Steve whispered.

“Alright,” Eddie agreed, and squeezed him one more time.

“Happy Christmas,” Eddie yelled, squinting, snow in his eyelashes.

“Happy Christmas,” Steve called back, walking backwards, down the street, away from him, home. “See you in the new year.”

[onboardsorasora]

❄️Enchanted Au: Christmas Part 19 ❄️

Hello my lovely friends! Its Enchanted Christmas Thursdays! (workshopping) Anywho! You're not here to read my chatter lol

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Part 19

“There! All done!” Daniel spun to Max who was sitting on the couch, he waved his arms in a ‘tadaaa’ motion. Max grinned and applauded, Daniel bounced in happiness. The tree was completed! He had taken his time finding spots for all of the ornaments, including the personal ones– those got pride of place near the top of the tree. Mainly so Sassy and Jimmy couldn’t get to them. But they had already promised Daniel that they wouldn’t attack the tree, so he wasn’t truly worried.

“Lovely!” Max praised. And it was, it was beautifully decorated along with the rest of the flat. There was most definitely a Christmasy vibe to the room. Daniel had even taken to setting up the remaining guest rooms to be ready for when Max’s family finally flew in; it had been a whirlwind of excitement that Max hadn’t the heart to tell him that he didn’t need to do all of the work.

“Are you ready to head over to Charles’?” He asked, standing from the couch and patting his pockets.

“Yepp!” Daniel chirped, scratching Jimmy's belly as he laid on the floor. He stood up and stretched his arms above his head, his black shirt lifted a bit to show a sliver of his lower belly above his jeans. Max looked away quickly.

Daniel gripped his long sleeves to stretch over his palms and pulled on his leather jacket– well, Max's leather jacket. He patted the pocket to find his phone and grinned up at Max with the two thumbs up gesture to confirm that he was ready.

They drove to Charles’, it wasn't that far away but Max hadn't wanted Daniel to have to walk back home when it got colder later. He glanced over at a red light to see Daniel snuggling into the leather seat with a large awed smile, they were driving in his Ferrari this time and Daniel was clearly enjoying himself. 

Max may or may not have sped through the tunnel to see Daniel's excitement at the echoing of the roar of the engine around them. He wasn't disappointed, because Daniel's mouth dropped open and a happy choked laugh left his mouth. And he had a feeling that if they were out, Daniel's tattoos would be fluttering.

They pulled into Charles' building and Max followed a bouncing Daniel. He was overflowing with excitement, and Max was only a little happy when Lando opened the door and Daniel launched all of his energy on him. 

The party was in full swing, Max greeted a few of their other friends and drivers. Skillfully ignoring questioning looks about Daniel. He didn't usually bring anyone to parties and he vaguely worried about what Charles or Lando told people about Daniel.

It didn't matter because Daniel had found and latched on to Lily, who was introducing him to Logan and Oscar. Max focused on the conversation happening around him, but he kept looking out for Daniel until he saw him leaving the room eagerly with Lily.

Daniel settled in what looked like Charles bedroom, he took off his jacket and sat on the bed as Lily instructed. She was wearing her glitter eyeshadow again and she brought them with her because she knew Daniel would be coming. He was excited.

She sat on the bed in front of him with the pot of teal glitter and smiled at him. “I didn't know what colour you'd want. But this matches your shirt.” 

Daniel looked down at his shirt and smiled widely. It was his favorite, the one he wore to the club. The large teal 3 on the back made him really happy because his house at home was number 3.

“That's perfect.”

“Close your eyes.” She instructed and he did. His eyelids twitched a little at the first touch of the brush. She worked quickly and soon Daniel heard her closing the small pot. “All done!”

Daniel bounced up and looked in Charles’ mirror in awe. He looked so pretty. He kept tilting his head this way and that to see how the glitter changed with the light. It went teal then silver and a little blue. 

“It's so pretty! Thank you.” Lily grinned at Daniel and they made their way back into the thick of the party. He nearly barrelled into Lando in his excitement.

“Danny! You want some egg nog?” Lando offered up a red cup with a milky looking liquid. Daniel bit his lip.

“Lando, I'm lactose intolerant.” He smiled an embarrassed slash of his lips and then bit his thumbnail.

“Oh!” Lando paused, “well how about some punch?” 

That Daniel could do, he nodded happily and watched as Lando poured him a full cup of the sweet looking sparkling juice. He thanked Lando and took a sip, it was lovely. He took another gulp and gave Lando a thumbs up.

They chatted for a few minutes about nothing, making fun of a few of Charles’ friends who looked like they stepped off the covers of magazines. Daniel kept sipping at his punch, for something to do with his hands. He was kinda nervous around so many new people, and the punch tasted really good.

“When do Vic and everyone come over?” Lando asked, sipping the original glass of eggnog he had offered.

“In a few days, we finished decorating everything so I think we're ready.” Daniel was excited, he couldn't wait to see the boys again. He also knew that he was maybe overdoing it a little to overcompensate for not being hom. But Michelle had also told him to enjoy himself. So he was doing just that.

“That’s good, normally Max is gon–”

“Lando! There you are!” A tall man walked over and clapped Lando on the shoulder. He turned piercing blue eyes to Daniel and Daniel couldn't help but compare his eyes to Max's. Also this guy had some serious eyelashes.

“George, here I am. Oh! This is Daniel. Daniel, meet George Russell, he drives for Mercedes.” Lando introduced. Daniel shook George's hand, and giggled a little that he had two first names.

“I get that a lot actually.” George laughed and Daniel realized he might have said that out loud.

“I'm so sorry!” Daniel flushed and slapped his hand over his mouth. He turned wide eyes to Lando who was wheezing. 

“Oh this is amazing!” Was all Lando said before dragging Daniel off.

“Nice eyelashes Russell George!” Daniel called before trundling along behind Lando. They came to a stop by Charles and Max who were talking to a few other people.

“Special delivery!” Lando called out cheekily and hooked Daniel's hand onto Max’s arm. Max looked at the duo dubiously and Charles started grinning as if he was told an amazing secret.

“Maxy! I was looking for you!” Daniel said around his almost empty cup.

“Here I am.” Max smiled, he took in Daniel's flushed cheeks and his uber wide smile. This felt familiar but he couldn't pinpoint why 

“Look!” Daniel closed his eyes and tilted his head a little to catch the light.

“Oh you sparkle! You match Lily now” Charles pointed out and Daniel laughed happily.

“You look very pretty.” The man beside Charles said with a smile and Daniel smiled shyly at him.

“Oh!” Charles muttered something in French that Daniel didn't catch, “this is Pierre. Periot, this is Daniel.” He introduced them before saying something else to Pierre in French which had the other man smiling and nodding. Max narrowed his eyes suspiciously at them.

“He looks like a dog–uhm wolf.” Daniel whispered to Max in broken Dutch. Max's eyes widened at him and Daniel shrugged before fluttering off. Well yes, Pierre did kinda look like a wolf sometimes when he let his hair grow out but when did Daniel learn Dutch?? We're the cats teaching him?

“Is he ok? He looks a bit tipsy already.” Pierre asked Charles who’s eyes widened and his mouth formed an ‘o’. Max’s head whipped to Daniel who was draining the last of his cup and giggling at something George said. 

“Daniel?” Max made a beeline for the pair, Charles and Pierre followed behind quickly, muttering to each other in a mix of French and Italian. 

“Maxy!” Daniels eyes lit up and he threw his arms around Max’s waist in a hug. Max and George’s eyes widened comically. 

“Daniel, are you ok?” Max tried again.

“Of course! You smell nice, Sassy was right.” Daniel sighed and Max stopped up suddenly. 

“Danny dear, what are you drinking?” Charles asked tentatively.

“Lando gave him some of Pascale’s punch.” George supplied, looking dubiously over at the jug sitting innocently on the beverage table. 

“Oh shit.” Pierre bit his lip then started talking quickly to Charles in Italian. 

“You spiked mom’s punch? It was literally here so we didn’t get Daniel drunk again.” Charles complained, dragging his palms down his face. 

“It always tasted better with a splash of tequila.” Pierre mumbled, sheepishly. 

“Oh no, Maxy’s gonna be mad.” Daniel slurred in a weird mixture of languages. 

“He only had a cup right? And it’s early. It shouldn’t be too bad I think?” Max muttered, clutching a squirming Daniel to his side. Daniel’s hug moved from his waist to his neck like a clingy octopus, he rested his head on Max’s shoulder. 

“How much did you put in there?” Charles tsked, running his hand through Daniel’s curls. Daniel closed his eyes at the sensation, his glittering eyeshadow smeared a little onto his cheeks as if he had rubbed his face. 

“A whole bottle?” Pierre admitted hesitantly. They all looked at the size of the sharing jug, mentally doing the math at just how much alcohol their friend had unknowingly ingested. 

“Pierre!” Charles rubbed his forehead with a sigh. “I’m so sorry Max.” He apologized, “I’m sorry Danny, we didn’t mean to get you drunk.”

“‘sok Sharl.” Daniel mumbled in slurred English, then in Italian he said; “don't tell Max.” Which had Charles and Pierre laughing.

“It's bad enough I can't understand when he's talking to the cats, he can't, of course, have a private language with you too. It's unfair I think.” Max groused, good naturedly.

George's brow creased, but Pierre didn't seem very surprised at Max's words.

“I'm sorry, what are we talking about now?” George cut in. Charles ignored him.

“Pierre, can you bring some water please, non alcoholic.” Charles sneered then turned back to Max's drowsy scarf. “Daniel, do you want to lay down sweetie?” Charles brushed Daniel’s curls from his face.

“No ‘m fine.” Daniel snuggled closer into Max's hold. Max unconsciously tightened his arms around Daniel's slighter frame.

“Stop ignoring me, I know you heard me.” George muttered. Pierre can back with a chilled bottle of water and a straw, Charles grabbed and uncapped it before helping Daniel to sip some of the cold beverage. 

Lando saddled up to their group and his eyes widened in horror. “What happened?”

“Pierre spiked the punch.” Max grumped and Lando facepalmed. Max caressed Daniel's cheek tenderly. “Help me get him to lay down.” 

Max walked Daniel slowly around the edge of the party so they wouldn't attract too much attention. With Charles’ help he got Daniel laying down in the bed. He complained at first, not wanting to release Max from his hold but Max promised to check in on him and bring him snacks. That had been enough for Daniel to agree.

Max was reluctant to leave him to go back to the party, so they stayed close to the hallway in case Daniel woke up and needed help. A happy compromise is what he told Charles.

The party continued boisterously for a while until Charles announced that they should have dinner. Max went to the bedroom to wake Daniel up, hopefully he had slept off some of the alcohol in his system. The bed was empty when he entered the room and that worried him a little. Daniel hadn’t come back out to the party, Max would have seen him.

“Daniel?” Max called out, he considered looking under the bed but hoped that drunk Daniel didn't think that was a good place to hide. “Daniel, where are you hiding?”

He checked the closet and then under the bed, to no avail. He decided to check the en suite before asking Charles if he had any random tunnels going from his room. He 1000% believed that Charles would have something weird like that in his home. 

He knocked on the bathroom door before entering the dark room. Max turned on the light and walked over to the large tub to glance inside. He stopped suddenly, mouth pulling into a soft smile. Daniel was curled in a ball, stroking and whispering softly to a silky furred dachshund. His eyes were closed as if he was dozing.

Max sat on the edge of the tub, his fingers itched to reach in and stroke through Daniel's already messy curls. His eyeshadow was even more mussed now, teal sparkles winked at Max from his cheeks and hairline like gossamer.

Secretly, he still felt Daniel's arms around his waist and neck, still felt how nice it was to have Daniel openly clinging close. Of course, he wished it were under completely different circumstances, but he couldn't ignore the flutter in his chest.

“Daniel.” Max called lightly, not wanting to startle them.

“Mm Max?” Daniel's eyes blinked open lazily. He smiled up at Max, tilting his head backwards to rest against the back of the tub. Max swallowed thickly, and tried to ignore how… lovely Daniel looked.

Daniel looked very lovely, smiling lazily up at Max as if he was the most amazing person in the world.

He shook the thought out of his head. It was best to not go down that road. 

“Are you ready for dinner?” Max asked instead.

Part 20

[passcode58]

꧁༒𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼༒꧂

zhongli, childe, wanderer, al haitham, tighnari

꧁༒𝓣𝓪𝓰𝓼༒꧂

fluff, domestic, implied relationship, tbh even if they're not in a relationship it can be casual, kisses , slight suggestiveness

Genshin Christmas Scenarios

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"The Wanderer's first Christmas." 

"This is the dumbest shit I've ever heard of." 

Not so keen on bringing in that 'Holiday Cheer.' He doesn't even know what the purpose of this silly holiday is. He just sees a bunch of people and noise in the streets. Obnoxious colours too, streamers and owes, wreaths and decorated trees, humans were so weird.

"So you just waste money on meaningless gifts?" His arms are crossed, brows furrowed in disinterest as his eyes danced from one stall to the other. He closes his eyes and lets out a long dramatic sigh. It was to be expected, thoughT. This was his first time being introduced to the holiday, at least that's what you think. You couldn't be sure as to whether the Fatui celebrated.even so you couldn't imagine him being too keen on participating but at  least he gave you a chance, although he looked disinterested. 

"They're not meaningless, they're things people like." You corrected.

"Right…" He rolled his eyes, sputtering out more insults. That is until he heard a child in the distance.

"Oh yes! Mother will love this!" The young boy yelled happily. He observed the interaction between the old vendor and the child, somehow their warm smiles caught his interest. The way they both glowed, one happy to buy and one happy to sell. "Your mother is very lucky to have an amazing son like you, so thoughtful."

"Aww, thanks grandpa! Mother is ill but I knew she wanted this for a long time…I'm just so happy you saved it for me."

"I saw determination in your eyes, young man. I knew you would be able to save for it, and here we are." 

The boys eyes watered, as he held the gift in his hand. To you it may have been insignificant but in his eyes it meant the world. It was hope for his mother, a gift to show her that he cared. 

You explain to The Wanderer, the deeper meaning behind gift giving. It means appreciation, it shows love, it's the opportunity to surprise your cherished ones with things that mean a lot to them. It was then he finally opened his ears and heart, although he claimed to not have one his actions proved different. He observed you throughout the trip, and when he noticed you staring at something in particular for too long, he chastised and mocked you with the plan of returning to get it for you himself. 

Once the moon turned and the sun came up bright you noticed something under your tree. It was a gift. 

"It's so stupid I thought you might like it…since you seem to gravitate towards stupid things." 

What he didn't expect in return however, was a gift of your own. Out of pure electro and Inazuman ore, you had a heart crafted for him. You hung it around his neck, letting it fall onto his chest. His heart didn't beat yet he felt his breath shorten, he felt a construction, he felt…what did he feel? You drew him in, with that beautiful smile of yours and he couldn't fight against it.

"You foolish humans." He said, yet his eyes betrayed him. He let his hands ghost over it before he leaned forward. It was sudden but he pressed a kiss to your cheek before he dragged you over to the tree where he forced you to open the other gifts he got, which I might add, was a lot.

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"Tartaglia."

Childe could not take his hands off of you. He was a Christmas fool if you've ever seen one. The season just gets him in the romantic and jolly mood. From the moment you exited the guest bedroom of his home he greeted you with a hug, wrapped in an apron and a silly little hat. He had the biggest grin on his face, freckles twinkling under the light.

"What are you even wearing?" You inquired, utterly baffled. 

"Well, Merry Christmas to you too." he said sarcastically. 

The two of you took a moment before you erupted into a fit of gentle laughter. You hugged him back, and he smiled. The chilly air drifted through the windows, caressing your appled cheeks as he guided you to the kitchen where a feast lay on the table. Every single food imaginable is there. A whole roasted boar, he really did too much but you appreciated every bit of it. "Oh Ajax…You are too much." 

"Every part of me yearns to be the most and the best for you, (Y/n)."

Truthfully it was difficult for him to spend Holidays away from his family but the sea was frozen solid, there was no way for him to return home with you, but honestly this wasn't bad either. He loved spending time with you. Yes he'd rather have his sibling dragging you through the house to play games, and share traditions but it was okay. That just means next year will be better.

Not to mention— 

"Tartaglia?"

Gifts were sprawled out across the entire living room, space drowned out with expensive and elegantly wrapped boxes. Gold, green, red, white there was so much colour your eyes couldn't focus on one alone. Your eyes watered, heartbeat accelerating at the thought of how much time and effort he put into this. 

"I honestly don't even know what to say. This is inane, really. Why would you even do this for me?" 

"I'd go to the abyss and back for you, angel. I love you more than anything else, you know that." He approached with his heartwarming smile. A gentle gaze in his ocean blue eyes. He had lost his shine years ago, buried deep within the life consuming darkness. Yet even so, with all the darkness in him Tartaglia probed to be a more than worthy lover and a true man of heart. It took time to forgive him for his betrayal but he took his time and proved himself to be a worthy thief. The man who stole your heart.

His arm snaked around your waist, pulling you back into a warm and tender embrace, he kissed your cheek before whispering in your ear.

"This isn't the last of it Princess."

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"Tighnari."

Christmas with Tighnari, oh boy you're so lucky. He won't admit it but he does love Christmas.

Cuddling galore. 

Honestly, he thought it would be cute to set up a tent outside the Serenitea pot, surrounded by a garden of beautiful flowers and fauna. You had a campfire lit, silly pyjamas on the wind was chilly enough for you both to keep warm but not hot.

He was so beautiful, it was a treasure to have him so close. You combed through his hair, baking in the ambiance. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. The others were busy cooking up a storm in the teapot, but the both of you were content with being alone.

"If you want to touch my ears, you are always welcome." he said.

"My sweet, is this your war of asking me to?"

"Yes, it is." 

"Consider it done." He closed his eyes as he rambled about his traditions, the both of you laughed occasionally as he spoke of all the funny things such as the 'Mushrooms' he received as a gift one year from an inexperienced forester. His ears passed beneath your fingers melting under your touch.

"It would have been nice to spend it with my family but…my twin isn't here." The thought of being with him consumed your mind day by day. It was hard, harder than one would think. To survive in such a brutal world without your loved one. 

Noticing that your mood saddened Tighnari sighed. "Cheer up you goof," he sat up and leaned forward. Your breath was stolen away by his fiery gaze. The stars, you think, couldn't ever compare to the twinkle in his eyes. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers brushing along the length of your jaw to chin. "You will find him, and until then, you have us…always."

"Tighnari…"

His words were great but his gifts were equally as amazing. He brought you an assortment of plants for your teapot, as well as local delicacies and trinkets from Sumeru. He laid them out in a hidden area, decorated by lanterns. He guided you through them, explaining each one.

"This one here is a rare pyro wildflower, so take care of it okay? It has healing properties and resonates with elemental energy."

It glimmered, alms it like a sign of hope. Each metal with a comforting warmth, almost like home. Like your home, your twin. 

"How did you even find this?"

"I know a spot or two."

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Al Haitham 

We know he's loaded, this man is your sugar daddy at this point. Sugar daddy with a crabby arrogant attitude and a body to kill. The moment you wake-up it's scented candles, a trail of roses and a heap of gifts. Oh what money can buy. He's an ass but he knows what he's doing. He knows how to get a girl and treat her right. 

Not going to lie, he had you feeling a kinda way. Everything was so expertly done,  details down to a tea. The flowery trail lead you to the living room compartment of his executive suite and to his room. There you slid the door open and he's in bed in all his glory—and there's a lot of glory let me tell you. Hand folded behind his head with a book in the other hand on his bare chest. You just about drink in his form before an eye is lifted and a smirk settles upon his lips. It's sultry but deliciously so. 

"Oh, so you're finally awake?" he says.

"I am." You said simply, hands twiddling with the silk of your thin sleeping gown. He hummed before turning his attention back to the book. Very Al Haitham of him, to be very honest. Shaking your head, you made your way over to sit at the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss him, directly on his plump, rosy lips, running your hands through his hair to brush it out of his delicate face. "You're fucking unbelievable." You said breathlessly, in between kisses. You slid your fingers down his chest and hooked your legs over his body. He groaned softly, and you plucked the book out of his hand, dropping it at the side. All of this just for you, how could you not love it. "Not really, this is the least I could do after you literally saved Sumeru, hero." 

His teasing response made you smile, but at this point you didn't want to get off of him, not even to open gifts or indulge in the breakfast he prepared. You, quite frankly, wanted him.

"Breakfast will get cold."

"Maybe…but." you rocked your hips forward, capturing his mouth once again, slowly…dragging the kiss out as you tasted every inch of his mouth. "Fuck, (Y/n)..." You held onto his wrist, pinning it above his head with your other hand as you trailed over his skin. When you finally let his mouth go, his lips were swollen, you could imagine yours were too. Of course this wasn't enough though. You craved this man, every inch of him. Leaning forward you tilted your head, hair falling forward as you whispered with clouded eyes "You look so hot in bed…I just might have you instead." 

…..

Breakfast wasn't cold, he had it stay warm with a pyro slime residue heater. You were glad, because it helped preserve the fresh taste and flavour. Once breakfast was finished you helped each other clean up, the task was done swiftly. Then it came to one of the best parts.

"Are you ready to open gifts?"

"I am."

You two exchanged gifts, he had much more to give of course but you gave him a fair share of rare books found from ancient ruins across Teyvat which he seemed to be fascinated by. 

Each gift from him, an expensive gem, gold, trinkets and clothes from Sumeru. 

When everything was unwrapped the both of you cuddled on the couch before setting off to enjoy the festivals and festivities together. It's beautiful, really.

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"Zhongli."

He's broke. Everything was purchased with Tartaglia's money, funnily enough the harbinger didn't even mind. He is quite the Christmas buggy.

"Why don't you just get her the entire stall?"

"That might be a bit too much, don't you think, Tartaglia?"

"Well it's not like you're paying anyways." He rolls his eyes, fair point tho. Just this time, he buys the entire stall. They are traditional Liyuen Jewellery inspired by the post adept era. Very beautiful, he thinks. Each a colour that represents an adeptus in the shape and design of their assigned animal and element. They were wrapped in coils and precious gems. Costly, of course which is why the stall was practically empty, at least until Childe drained it of all things.

It was sweet of him, but he was very traditional and preferred intimate acts such as spending time together. He asked you to stay the night, this night in particular he wanted to let in bed and gaze at the stars through the window, enjoying the refreshing air of the chill night. You woke up in his arms of course. His gentle eyes, void of the harshness of his old form. His fingers grazed your cheek, geo glow leaving a tingly feeling on your skin.

""Good morning, my love." so deep and mellow, you could drown in his honey dipped tone. Hair loose, it pooled around him like water, smooth and silky. He was beautiful.

"Good morning, Zhongli. Merry Christmas."

"Ah yes, Merry Christms to you too."

He showered you with kisses of course. He spoke sweet words of affirmation telling the story of how he fell in love with you. He picked you up bridal style, and carried you to the dining room, of course where expensive dishes adorned your dining table.

He's not excessive. Zhongli buys a few things with deep, treasured meaning. He knows you love history he would find anything of his or another, something that represented Rex laps, a being he was no more.

Then he would take you on a stroll through Liyue, the air as crisp and clean as ever, stalls crowded with people. He holds you close, attention never drifting. When it all comes to an end he takes you to a secluded place, one that is intimate. You share a spectacular moment, and when the fireworks go off, you don't hold back. Once your lips touch his, the sparks fly and you don't let go until the night is done.

Dinner reservations were a bit late but it was worth it. He had you all to himself, in the seat next to him. He held your hand, pressing his lips to your tender wrist, nipping at the appendages. He was Zhongli but some habits still remained. 

"To another cherished year of life and love. You, my dear, are my greatest treasure and I am honoured to celebrate this Christmas with you."

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[hazellevesquemylove]

Rachelypsobeth (RACHEL X CALYPSO X ANNABETH) HEADCANONS

• They’re all dating.

• Rachel is the most affectionate, and Calypso really likes forehead kisses. Annabeth isn’t really, but she does like cuddling during movies.

• They live near the beach and go there often — Rachel paints while dancing, Annabeth sketches and builds sandcastles, and Calypso collects seashells and observes.

• Calypso and Annabeth braid each other’s hair.

• Annabeth can’t cook, so she just buys them birthday cakes and asks Rachel and/or Calypso to decorate it.

• Calypso and Rachel make their own jewellery

• Rachel is asexual

• Calypso always buys them sweets/chocolate when they’re upset or on their period.

• Calypso’s really into natural remedies (from her time on the island) and makes them for period cramps

• Annabeth repeatedly gets annoyed at Calypso’s dried herbs in the kitchen, but eventually she likes it and even adds mistletoe so she has an excuse to kiss her while she’s cooking.

• Rachel and Annabeth write fun stories together all the time

• Rachel reads them out very loudly and makes everyone enact them

• They all have commitment rings in their own styles

• Rachel and Annabeth practice fighting on the beach while Calypso watches, cheering them both on. Rachel always ends up giggling on the sand - she can’t fight her seriously - much to Annabeth’s dismay.

• Annabeth always splashes the girls with saltwater and chases them into the water

• When not painting on the beach, Rachel will try her best to save all the little creatures during low-tide.

• Annabeth hugs Rachel after scary Oracle visions and whispers, “It’s okay, I’m here,” over and over again.

• Calypso usually joins in, often making herbal teas to calm her

• They always invite everyone over for the holidays because they know that Annabeth struggles with her family and loneliness.

• Only Annabeth formally works, though Rachel often gets wealth through her oracle status. Calypso doesn’t, though she occasionally sells her homemade products.

• They go travelling as often as they can. Annabeth plans the schedule, which is very packed due to them all wanting to see different things. Annabeth visits museums, libraries, and architectural sites while Rachel spends her time in art galleries. Calypso, on the other hand, is happy to go anywhere natural.

• Calypso and Annabeth discuss history so so much

• During pride festivals, Rachel celebrates extremely loudly and goes all-out. Calypso is much quieter about it, but she loves joining in on the floats or merchandise booths. Annabeth doesn’t dress up, but she does carry lgbtq+ messages on signs and scream at anyone who insults them.

• Rachel and Calypso are obsessed with Christmas. They’re the only reason the other decorates the house and tree, and it is very colourful. Rachel makes them all pumpkin spice lattes (which are her favourite) once they’ve finished. Calypso always adds candy canes to it — she says she loves warm and minty combos.

• They’re all very into activism. Annabeth advocates for everything she can, but especially feminism and BLM. Rachel does this too. Calypso hates loud noises but attends these peaceful protests, especially when they don’t have music. In particular, though, she is an environmentalist and volunteers for several endangered animal organisations.

• Calypso is claustrophobic, so Rachel holds her hand whenever they have to be in a small space. Annabeth built their home and bedrooms so they were spacious enough for her.

• Calypso gives them small gifts frequently.

• They all wanted their own cat, so they all got one; Annabeth has a black tabby, Rachel a small calico, and Calypso a grey and white stray she found on a farm.

• Rachel and Calypso often have date nights where they pick strawberries from their nearby farm, paint them, make dessert together, and then cuddle under the stars.

• Annabeth prefers to go out to dinner, have a romantic walk, and then watch scary movies. Rachel and Calypso tend to laugh at the people’s stupidity but Piper gets scared quite easily.

• Rachel dyes shirts for them, and Annabeth flaunts them at work.

• Calypso shops at the farmer’s markets but also grows her own fruits, vegetables, herbs, and flowers.

• They all watch the sunset together every night (well, most nights — sometimes Annabeth is busy at work, and Rachel is off doing oracle things). It’s one of their favourite pastimes.

[miokki]

# SUGAR COOKIES

✰ synopsis: christmas season is a means for sugar cookies

✰ character(s): albedo x gn!reader (pronouns aren’t mentioned), klee (platonic ofc)

✰ content warnings: just klee’s disoriented family dynamic?

✰ note: this was supposed to be a cute christmas oneshot but taylor swift started playing so—yeah

bzzzz… bzzzz…

albedo’s phone vibrates in his pocket, alerting the both of you. as a result, you look over to see your boyfriend standing up from one of the kitchen stools. turning to face you as he opens his mouth to speak, “love, can you get klee while i check on the cookies?” he asks as he walks over to the newly baked tray of sugar cookies. “of course,” you replied, walking straight down the hallway to the child's bedroom.

“klee, dear, the cookies have cooled down,” knocking on the door as you called.

it wasn't long before the door swiftly swung open revealing a little girl about to explode from excitement. her eyes sparkling from the sugary scent filling her nose. “hooray!” she exclaimed in a fit of enthusiasm as she ran out the door and into the kitchen area.

you seated yourself next to klee as albedo set out the assorted batch of cookies on a cooling tray. you stared at the variety of cookie shapes, which included Christmas trees, snowflakes, stars and somehow dodocos. you shrugged it off assuming that it was one of alice’s gifts to klee.

you never really got the family dynamic if you're being honest. you're not saying that there's anything wrong with it, it's just klee barely sees her mother. if it were you and your family, you sure you could cope but not like klee. the girl has never noticed anything wrong with it. you supposed that alice tries her hardest to keep her connection with her even if she’s not around most of the time.

coming back to your senses as albedo asked you if you wanted to decorate one. “yes, of course,” you smiled as you snatched a snowflake-shaped cookie from the tray along with an icing bag with blue-coloured icing inside. looking over at albedo and klee as they started decorating their selective cookies; albedo icing a star and to no one's surprise, klee, a dodoco.

by the time you three had finished icing klee returned to her room while you and albedo were left with twelve very different-looking cookies on the rack. you say that but it was obvious who had iced each one. klee’s being the three dodocos and albedo doing most of the stars and some of the christmas trees, while you did the leftovers.

you let out a sigh as you picked up the washcloth, getting reach to wipe the kitchen counter. as you turned on the tap to run the cloth under, you felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist. you turned off the tap and rested your hand down like it was instinct. your body eased into his embrace, down his head on your shoulder as you swayed together in tune.

“what's on your mind, love?”

his cold breath on your neck made you wriggle in his arms, albedo always had that effect on you. you chuckled to yourself before replying, “i don’t know, it's just...” you paused, ringing out the cloth as a way to stall.

noticing your hesitation, albedo took your free hand in his, squeezing just a little as a means of comfort. “it’s okay, love, you can tell me,” he reassured, as she brought the back of your hand to his lips.

“i can’t, i,” you halted again.

“i’m just tired, that's all,” you shook your head, avoiding speaking your mind.

“i can tell you're worried, love,” albedo said as he spun you around to face him. you two moving closer and closer to each other before there was no longer a gap. just you two encased in each other's warmth.

“is it klee?”

you hummed into the crook of his neck. you breathed in to prepare yourself for what was to come, “don’t you think it's a little strange that alice might not be with her for christmas? i know klee never has any expectations but wouldn’t it be nice.” you confessed, looking up at your lover.

“don't doubt miss alice, she's always full of surprises. even then, klee’s a big girl, she can handle it.” albedo smiled.

“but big girls like klee still need their mother,” you said, attempting to reason with him.

“you're right,” he agreed before planting a kiss on your forehead. his fingers entwined in yours as he pulled away from your embrace. “come, let's go check on klee. she probably wants to taste the cookies by now.”

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[silverozy]

Amor tam pulcher | KTH - prologue

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date: 30/03/2024

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A dark base colour. Very dark. Black, I dare to say, but it presents shades of dark blue here and there. Scattered in a natural even manner were a few clouds and, at last, sitting in the centre, amidst a bed of shimmering white dots, was the moon, shining in all its might.

It was a fresh spring day night. The atmosphere was changing. The environment welcomed a highly awaited scent of blooming flowers from the gardens, the vases on the balconies and the trees outlining the streets. As the fresh breeze blew, it took away all the residues of the winter season: the cold, the dead leaves on the side of the road, all the ashes of the wood that had been burnt for the heating up and all the smoke it'd produced.

The night was very bright. The moonlight put to shame the few lampposts along the road. The rays were so strong they worked as a perfect night light for the townspeople. As the breeze blew, wind chimes rang throughout and their sound vibration penetrated the ears in the most pleasing of ways.

Just like in movies, this was background decoration, the setting in which the story starts from a wider point of view only to shrink and focus closer, on a tinier scale. Uninteresting background details that had little meaning to the lead characters―something to just occasionally comment on.

They had each other, confined in a cosy bedroom, in a comfortable environment. The bright moon and the stars went unnoticed as Daphne took an old book from her little personalized bookshelf.

The room was dim because she hated turning on the major light when she could see perfectly with her lamp. She had one on her desk and one on her nightstand. The lighting was golden, the room was warm and he was there, shirtless, with ruffled hair and just the trousers of his pyjamas but he was there and that was all that mattered to her.

She wore a matching sleep outfit, shorts and a tank top. Hurriedly walking back onto the carpet and off the freezing tiles of her room, she joined him. He was sitting at the end of her bed. Body leaning backwards on his arms with legs that only spread more to welcome her to sit which she did.

"You see this here?" she began losing the leather rope tied around the book, "It belonged to my granny but she gifted it to me last year as a Christmas present". He didn't immediately respond, at least not verbally. He wrapped his arms around her with ease and perked his chin on her shoulders welcoming her in a warm embrace. "It's a flowers book, she called it. It has pretty much every flower she has ever grown or collected in her life".

"I thought your grandma sells greens at the town square," his velvet voice came through from right next to her ear causing a wave of chills to run from head to toe. "Yes, she does but she also used to collect a lot of flowers. In fact, she loved them, loves them still, and she has them all around her place," his only reply was tightening the hug because no matter how close he could be to her, it was never close enough. "And guess what I found here?"

"What?"

"I'd insist you guessed but you wouldn't so..." she quickly muttered but he heard her and simply replied by tickling her. "So, I found... me,"

"You!"

"Yeah, me! The flower Daphne" from his point of view, he could see her cheek swell as she smiled causing him to smile right after, unconsciously. "You didn't know you bore the same name as a flower?"

"No, I mean yes but not this flower. I know that my name in Greek means 'Laurel', a plant from the mythological story of Daphne and Apollo. It's the sole reason you call me Lauri," she turned to face him. The distance is almost nonexistent. He went in first and left a peck on her lips that proceeded into multiple ones. Lips. Cheek. Neck. Shoulder blade.

"Do you like your namesake flower?"

"I've got to be honest with you and disagree. I mean, it's also an evergreen plant like the Laurel but it doesn't sound as special. Lori does though," now it was his turn to smile. From the exterior, it looked subtle but his insides were jumping and somersaulting. She probably could hear his heart thumping against her back for how much it was pressed against his chest. "But Daphne is just as beautiful".

She shrugged and denied that. "And, besides, it just reminds me of the sad fate of the nymph, you know. I completely get that Apollo wasn't in his right state of mind because of Cupid but it's still sad," he totally could agree with her, not the sad part but surely the mental part, yeah. That's how he felt whenever she was close. Whether she was right next to him, farther away in the same room or building, sharing the same air with him whenever they kissed, in his thoughts all the time or when he was inside of her, the only thing he could think about was how close he was to losing his mind for good. So good. Heavenly good. Marvellous. Perfect. That is what she is anyway.

"You know... Daphne was a beautiful nymph and the personification of the laurel which is, as you know, an evergreen plant. I don't think of her fate as sad. First, she wished it to herself," The look she gave him had him chuckling, "Second, an evergreen plant never dies. It lives in the foreverness of its beauty," just like you, he wanted to add but surely she could read that from his eyes.

His eyes glowed when they were on her. Stars start shimmering in the chocolate brown colour of his iris. It was hard to break eye contact because the view was breathtaking like fireworks on New Year's night. She couldn't help herself from catching red shades on her cheeks. She didn't mind it anymore. She'd just smile through it. He wasn't shy about his feelings so she wasn't going to be any different.

A little giggle came out of her as she broke eye contact and started fiddling with the corner of the book. He smiled, reading through her body language like it was his favourite novel.

Never could he have thought of reaching this point where he'd have her in his arms like this, in a moment like this, doing things like this. Back then, the only assurance he had was that she could make his heart flutter in ways itself didn't know about: her smile, her face whenever she was focused on reading or just her simple presence.

Oh, God. No way she's real.

Before they could get here, it seemed she didn't know of his existence and yet he felt like she was watching every one of his moves and he had to be perfect, absolutely perfect for her, just her. That's the only thing she deserved for being perfection incarnate.

From the day he set eyes on her, he'd decided that everything he'd do was going to be just for her. The efforts paid off anyway.

There's nothing more beautiful than knowing that the person you love, loves you just as much-he'd say even more but he doubts she could ever love him more than he loves her because he loved her so much, maybe too much, but it's all for a good cause.

Her smile whenever she came out to go to school or went back in from school. Perfect. The sound of her voice whenever she came up to him during lunch break―oh, and let's not talk about how adorable she was whenever she happily hopped up to him while at it. Perfect. Her face. Oh so perfect. He could stare at her face all day and never get tired, never get uninterested. It was like a TV series with an infinite amount of seasons that got better as they went on. A perfect TV series. He could fully focus with her around and certainly just on her and nothing else―he could barely hear what she'd be talking about because he'd be busy watching every single change in her facial expression and never get bored. Boredom went out of his life the day she came in.

If he could, he'd write poems on how pretty she looked, on how perfect she was. He'd probably make the next Catullus or even better, he'd dare say. Everyone would love to read about her and how she makes him feel. He even wonders how she isn't loved, worshipped in fact, by everyone but he's glad he's the only one whom she hops to whenever class is dismissed, the only one to have her cheeks explore all possible shades of red, the only one whose arms she'd willingly fall asleep in between.

The silence that sat with them was comfortable, to say the least. It felt like a bigger and warmer hug embracing them and encapsulating them in their world.

"Talking about evergreens, my faves are these," she turned the pages while maintaining the same height as his face so that when she looked back up, the eye contact was restored, "Gardenias,"

"Oh. So pretty. Beautiful".

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[chickensarentcheap]

It was a family decision when they first bought the brownstone and what they would use it for and when they would visit.   With Ovi working in NYC and having kids of his own and Esme wanting the kids to experience at least one white Christmas (and go from there, if they enjoyed it),  the long Christmas holiday seemed the best time to visit.  

The first Christmas he celebrated since he was a kid was his and Esme's first Christmas together. In that old farmhouse. They had just bought it and didn't have a lot 'extras' as they were renovating it and trying to make it a comfortable place to raise a family.  And while he wasn't to into it at first, seeing Esme's joy over the smallest of things put him more in the spirit.  she loves Christmas. the decorating and the lights and the food and the baking.   And they had Millie (and Esme was pregnant with the twins) and they wanted to make Millie's first Christmas a good one.  

If we consider it 2022 in fan fic land (which it isn't as the twins were born in 2022 lol),  I'm going with tablets and gaming systems.  The littles would love having tablets and the oldest ones gaming stuff.  And Tanner would likely get a kindle. That's more his thing.   They also get an experience. As a family.  Normally it's a trip to Disney World but they have gone other places.

 Brookie did a nightmare before Christmas tree,  Kota did Toy Story, Addie was unicorns and mermaids, Declan did a superhero tree, Tanner was Lord of the Rings, TJ was sports themed, Millie was ocean themed, Esme did a peacock inspired one of the master bedroom.  The main tree is a mix of everything.  Coloured lights, different coloured ornaments, homemade ornaments.

Definitely!  The kids love it. :)

An art set. For sketching.

 I'm not entirely sure.  I guess maybe the Cartier Love bracelet.

 She got him a very expensive vintage watch last year

It was very stressful and worrisome.   It was going to Cambodia and Laos that sent him into the spiral.   Unfortunately. And she knew that going home to Australia would be the best thing for him.

 Tyler and Esme make it together.  She's not a terrible cook, but she's not the best. She does the baking mostly, and makes great homemade cranberry sauce.  Tanner also helps. he loves to cook!

Definitely the three littlest ones.  Addie especially lol.

They do!   The smallest ones get some help from mum and dad though.

@tragiclyhip​

[teddyniffler]

Chapter 12: Sebastian

When the twins turned ten, Uncle Solomon got them a Pygmy Puff, although they had asked for a Puffskein. The house would be too small for the bigger animal to hop around, that is what Solomon reasoned, so the smaller Pygmy Puff it was. It was purple and was so soft to touch. They kept it in a small cage with silver bars when they weren’t handling it, so the small little fluff ball wouldn’t get lost, they decorated the cage and made a home for their new family member. It would always look out at them with its small hopefully eyes, it always wanted to be out with them. They should have let it out more, but within a year of them getting it, the twins had left the care of the Pygmy entirely to Uncle Solomon. Neither of them wanted to take it to Hogwarts with them and soon the Pygmy Puff was forgotten about entirely. It lived most of its life behind bars, only coming out when Solomon had a free moment in the evenings. It was more or less his pet in the end. Once Anne was cursed, they decided to rehome the Pygmy, Uncle Solomon’s time was all on Anne, going to and from St Mungos, then finally to caring for her at home and Sebastian was at school. Where ever the Pygmy was now, maybe it was happier away from such a cursed family.

Why was Sebastian thinking of that Pygmy Puff now? Was it because he now fully understood how it felt to sit behind bars, knowing this was going to be his life now? First in Azkaban, now St Mungos. The bars on both sides of his bed were just to stop him from falling out, they didn’t reach the foot of the bed so he could just crawl out of here, if he was well enough.

He was looking through the bars now as Professor Weasley hung small bushy garlands with fake glistering apples and oranges over the cabinets. She then hung up bunting on the wall opposite, and between them a wealth with patches on, it showed shops. A cozy book store, a toy shop, a sweet shop, all surrounded by snowmen, gingerbread and Father Christmas himself. More garlands, these ones with bows, hung under the fake window which was now enchanted to show a snowy scene, a window flecked with snow, grass and trees in the distance. Sebastian knew it was enchanted as it had just appeared one morning when a healer came to raise the brightness in the room once more. Before, this room had no window and it had no light.

The whole room now so festive it looked just like a bedroom at Hogwarts during Christmas. A part of his brain seemed to register that is likely what Professor Weasley had been hoping to achieve, to make him feel more happier.

“There, a little cheerier.” Professor Weasley said. She reached into her handbag for a moment and brought out a bulky parcel wrapped in brown paper. “I thought you would like this, something familiar and to add a colour you’d like.”

She took out an emerald green blanket, it had many silk silver embroidered ‘S’ and in the middle, a silver serpent.

“It’s the one from your own bed at school.”

Sebastian knew. He knew it the second she had taken it out. Just seeing it made him almost choke up, something so familiar after the horror of Azkaban.

Professor Weasley placed it over the bed loosely, Sebastian’s fingers traced the familiar softness before Professor Weasley tucked it under his hands for him, as his arms were still bound.

He opened his mouth, but could only make odd noises, like air trapped in his mouth. He tried again, forcing his tongue to move, but again, no sound came.

“I asked an elf I know to go to your dorm room after most of the students left. I hope you don’t mind. Deek has cleaned it so its hygienic, the healers don’t mind it being here, I’ve already checked with them.”

“A-A-A.” Sebastian had finally managed to stuttered out.

Professor Weasley leaned over to him, her hand checking his mouth. She must have thought he was coughing.

“Do you need something,” She asked him. “Do you want your water?”

She picked up the cup on the table. It was enchanted not to spill water all over him while he lay in bed. Sebastian shook his head.

He wanted to ask her why nobody had been to see him. Nobody from the Ministry of Magic had come to talk with him or explain why he had been freed. His mind raced over the possible reasons. Had he been freed for good or was this a temporary release? He couldn’t remember arriving in this room, or knew how long he had been here, or when he could go home. He wanted answers, fully expecting Dementors and Aurors to enter any moment. He wanted to see Anne and Ominis, to see if they were still angry with him.

These questions he was desperate to ask Professor Weasley each time she came, but words failed him and he ended up crying out in frustration, trying to pull his arms free. A few times he felt like the little boy he had once been, on the edge of an emotional outbreak.

Each time, Professor Weasley smiled gentle and tried to soothe him. He didn’t want soothing, he wanted answers.

He closed his eyes to calm his frustration.

‘If I was going back to Azkaban, it would have happened by now’ he tried to reason with himself ‘Maybe Professor Weasley doesn’t know any more than I do, that is why she hasn’t told me anything’.

Yes, that would be it.

‘But then, where is Anne? Why hasn’t my sister come to see me?’

He was sinking back into his pillows again.

Inferi were coming closer to his face and then moving away, they were all around him. He stood alone, unafraid among them, he was controlling them entirely. He’s hunched over his desk in the Undercroft, he needs at least three people to be his Dark Sacrifice, but who? His new friend walked into the Undercroft and unthinkable thoughts run through Sebastian’s head. They had no family who would miss them. Rookwood? Harlow? He could track them down, nobody would miss those two thugs. He smiled at his newest friend as they came closer, but something in their eyes worried him. They were a great friend, they did say they would do anything to help Anne, but lately Sebastian had noticed they had been talking with Ominis more and more behind his back. They had looked troubled when Sebastian offered to learn them the Unforgiveable Curses and why had they been so interested in his Uncle turning them in for using Dark Magic?

No family to look for them if they were to disappear.

He was so, so, so desperate.

He would kill this fake friend, Harlow and Rookwood for Anne.

Kill for her.

“Sebastian? Sebastian?” Professor Weasley was saying his name. He could feel her hand rubbing his shoulder. “Sebastian, try to focus on me.”

He was transfixed on the ceiling, locked in pure horror as his past thoughts came back to him. His eyes were burning and streaming water from not blinking. He blinked suddenly and his small festive room came back into focus as the Undercroft faded out.

“Ah Ah- Ah“ Sebastian gasped. He was wiggling, looking around expecting to see that desk again. Each time he blinked, it was like the Inferi from the catacombs were burned into the back of his brain.

He was making noises again, closing his eyes tightly, shaking his head a little to rid himself of the horrid images.

“It’s okay, I shall be back in a moment.” Professor Weasley smiled. She got up and made her way to the door. He tried to call out to her before she left.

“An-An-Ann-” He stuttered.

Professor Weasley didn’t hear him, nobody would as his voice was so quite. They knew he was making noises, but to them, it was just noises.

Sebastian watched as Professor Weasley returned with one of his regular healers. She stayed back as the healer came over to Sebastian’s bed. They all said soft, sweet things to him to calm him before they cast the spell. The healer was a woman this time, she stroked his hair while hiding her wand from him as she held her wand to the side of his head.

He hated these calming spells, they turned his brain back to sludge when what he really wanted was to be alert and listening for any information about himself he could. Everything slowed down around him yet again as the lights softly twinkled at him. At least the visions went away, his head was too relaxed to fuel his nightmares, only now he was sure he was drooling again, as it wasn’t too long until Professor Weasley tapped his chin with a napkin.

He didn’t notice when Professor Weasley eventually left, it could have been minutes after or hours. One moment he knew she was there, the next she appeared long gone.

His eyes were back on the bars on his bed. Somehow he had wiggled himself close enough that his head was touching them.

Bars. Nothing but bars here and in Azkaban.

At least in Azkaban, he could have moved freely within the small cell. He vaguely wondered how long would they keep the binding spell on his arms, he really wanted to rub his neck but his lower arms couldn’t reach. He grew itchier the more he thought about it, so too did the urge to roll over, he missed being able to roll over.

His eyes were closing now, it must be night time due to the snowy fake window. A fake Santa flew over the snow scenery, its fake sky now a deep, deep blue with stars speckled around. He yawned. Now he wanted to rub his eyes.

He placed his head back on the pillow, but couldn’t stop seeing the bars on his bed.

His life right now was lived within bars. He ate, slept and waited eagerly to be visited by one single person, only when they could find the time.

Just like their old Pygmy Puff.

“Anne.” He finally managed to whisper as sleep took him.

[derekcoppess]

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dirty little secret ~ knj

❆ summary: one fateful night in december, you come to acquire santa's naughty or nice list by accident. together with your neighbour and best friend namjoon you uncover the dirty secrets of your neighbours plunging everything into chaos. bringing mischief about is all fun games, until your own little secret appears on the naughty and nice list.

❆ pairing: namjoon x female reader (minor appearance of other idols)

❆ word count: 10,4k

❆ genre: humor, romance, fluff, smut

❆ fic warnings: oral sex (f. receiving), language

❆ rating: 18+

❆ notes from the author: this fic is part of a hoeliday well spent from the christmas in july collab hosted by @kookdiaries​, @kithtaehyung​ and @xiaokoo​ and is loosely based on the hallmark channel-movie ‘naughty or nice’ (2012). i had a lot of fun writing this! big thank you again to @kookdiaries for creating this incredible banner and for @minigum for being the most wonderful beta reader <3

❆ tag list: @shameless-army​​ @writtenwhalien​​ @shrimpmsg​​ @moonchild1​

In the dark of the night, snow was falling softly and covered the street in peaceful quietness. Christmas decorations and flickering candles adorned the lit windows and lights were beautifully draped around snow-covered bushes. Sparkling reindeers pulled Santa’s carriage and inflated snowmen waved happily at cars driving by. Christmas time had just begun.

A few lamps illuminated the street with their yellow dimmed light as a dark, giant shadow slipped past. Quiet footsteps could be heard in the stillness of the cold winter night, wading through ankle-deep snow in heavy black boots. They were on their way to the sturdy apartment building on the left side of the desolate street, determined to fulfil their quest. They took another look around before they slipped through the glass door, the red fabric of their clothes gleamed under the flickering light of the broken lamp of the entrance lobby. Then, the night was quiet again.

You had been out with your best friend and next-door neighbour Namjoon whom you knew a few years by now. From the first day you had set foot in the small apartment building, he had been a helping hand, mainly through helping you carry a myriad of small boxes and things all the way up to the 6th floor where the both of you lived. The elevator had, of course, been out of order on that day. But he hadn’t complained at all! And because he had gone way out of his way even though he had only met you that same day, you had invited him to a take-away pizza and a bottle of cheap wine from the supermarket right around the corner. You had not expected your first night in your new home to be like this, to be so much fun. He had stayed until the morning, the two of you talking about anything and everything until the birds had chirped good morning outside. And the bond between the two of you had only grown from there on out.

You had visited a local Christmas market together, drinking a whole lot of eggnog and relishing in the joyful spirit of Christmas. You had never been someone to celebrate Christmas before you had met Namjoon. In your first year, he had basically dragged you to the market and filled you up with all kinds of different Christmassy drinks and snacks, bought you several gingerbread hearts, and even got you to ride one of the many attractions with him. The next day had been awful, the hot chocolate with rum had come out the same way that it had gone in. Still, it had been the most joyous Christmas time you had ever had.

Ever since then, he always did something new with you every Christmas. Buying a tree, seeing a Santa Claus show in the city centre, or writing letters with long wish lists to Santa. But it had never come down to actually spending Christmas eve and morning together, to your disappointment. He usually drove to his parents, a three-hour ride from where you lived, leaving you on your own to sulk in loneliness until he came back for New Year’s Eve.

Well, this year he had bugged you until you had agreed to go décor shopping for your apartment with him. It had made him sad to see your living space so empty during a cheery time like this. He got you all the basic things: fairy lights, cute little snowmen that had the friendliest smiles, a whole lot of candlesticks with red candles that smelled like gingerbread and cinnamon, hell, even glitter balls and bows for the small tree he also had gotten you.

After putting all the decorations up and “to celebrate your joyful shopping spree”, as Namjoon had called it, he had once again persuaded you to go to the Christmas market, letting no feeble excuses count. He had been in too good of a mood anyway for you to turn him down. You found it cute when he was all excited and giddy like this.

He had ordered eggnog after eggnog. His infectious enthusiasm had only gone up, not down a tad as you had hoped. But after the third eggnog, you hadn’t minded anymore anyway. Namjoon had entertained you all through the evening, making you laugh and enjoy yourself after a long week of studying and learning. Even though it had just snowed the other day, the eggnog had held you warm through and through, your cheeks feeling hot. Maybe it had also been a little bit because of Namjoon and how he had scooted closer and closer to you throughout the evening, ‘to keep each other warm’ as he had stated.

You had stayed until the booth had closed and the owner had hushed you to finally head home. Given both of your inebriated states, getting home had taken twice as long as it did when you’d left from home to go out.

As you had reached the door, waving a last goodbye to Namjoon who had stumbled clumsily into his own apartment, it had taken you a few minutes until you finally had gotten the key into the hole. You hadn’t even bothered to brush your teeth, only changing into comfy pyjamas – which had been quite the task – and slipping into bed. Dreamland hadn’t waited long to come, and you had fallen sound asleep.

So, to no one’s surprise, you didn’t hear when soft but heavy footsteps approached your apartment in the middle of the night. Didn’t spot the broad shadow that could be seen through the small gap under your door where the light fell in. Didn’t notice when a thick package wrapped with packing paper was pushed through the letter slot of your apartment door.

The package fell to the ground with a gentle thud. The towering figure hummed a merry tune before taking off again. You only turned around in your sleep, mumbling, “No more eggnog, Namjoon”, before it was quiet once more.

The rest of the night went uneventfully, and the package laid peacefully on your door mat until morning came.

A pounding headache. That was what had woken you up. The eggnog hadn’t been a good idea from the start, and you had told Namjoon several times. But even though he had listened to you, he had ignored your reasonable request. He hadn’t really given you a choice to begin with. And you hadn’t wanted to complain. At least he had paid and that was all that had been needed to convince you.

While Namjoon was already producing his own music, you were still a university student majoring in Art. You got by fine with the money your parents sent you and what you earned from your part-time job at the library, but you were still glad for every penny you could keep and save for after university. You dreamed of opening your own business and, heck, you needed a lot of money for that.

When Namjoon had heard of your ideas, he had been in immediately, supporting you in every way possible. Even if it meant paying for your drinks or your museum visits on the weekend. As long as he got to spend time with you, it was worth all his money.

You desperately grabbled for the nightstand. Luckily, you had prepared pain meds and water in advance, even a small piece of toast. Your nights out with Namjoon usually ended like this, so you are accustomed to it.

Sitting up a little, you popped the pills into your mouth first before chucking the water into your throat as if your life depended on it. Once you’d dealt with that, you reached towards the toast, munching on it until it was no more.

You felt better immediately as the medicine worked its way through your system and the toast soaked up the remaining alcohol in your stomach. Slowly the turns in your stomach lessened and until there was one thing overtaking your needs. It was time for coffee.

Slowly, you got up, swaying a little back onto the bed but overall, it was not as bad as you’d had expected. Sure, the eggnog had made your stomach a little weak, but you felt certain it could handle the coffee. Otherwise, you couldn’t make it through the day. Coffee was vital right now.

On the way out of your bedroom, you snatched your long silk gown, putting it on. You headed straight to the coffee machine, pushing the little blinking button so it started grinding the black beans. The soft smell of freshly ground coffee filled the air as you grabbed a big mug from the sink. You sighed and leaned one hip on the counter.

As you waited for the coffee you looked around and your gaze fell onto an exceptionally cheery snowman on your coffee table. You had never been keen on Christmas decorations. They were too bright, too colourful, and too cheesy.

Well, jokes on you. All the things the two of you had bought, the fairy lights, red candles, a few reindeers and snowmen, and some green fir branches, were now spread around your apartment, the small tree chilling next to your TV in the corner. It was hard to say ‘No’ to Namjoon’s puppy eyes. He usually got his way with you.

It had also been his idea to not only put the lights on the curtain rods but to wind them around them, too. 

He had held you safely by your waist as you had stood on the ladder to reach up there. His long, slender hands had felt so warm through your clothes that your heart had stuttered for a second and you had gotten the job done rather quickly to get away from this weird feeling that had erupted in your chest. Because you couldn’t admit it to yourself. You couldn’t admit that Namjoon had become more than a best friend to you over the last few years.

But you had to confess; the lights were very very pretty. You even thought about keeping them up there after Christmas. They brought a soft glow around the room that made it feel unbelievably cosy and romantic.

As you absentmindedly grabbed for your finished cup of coffee you couldn’t help but remember the way Namjoon’s skin had glowed in these lights. How mesmerizing he had looked. How hard you had had to keep yourself from putting a hand up to one of his cheeks and caressing his soft skin.

You lost yourself in the memory for a second before you noticed something very peculiar from the corner of your eye. Something very square and brown. It was a package. On your doormat. ‘What in god’s name,’ you thought to yourself as you eyed it in curious suspicion. The post usually never came that early. Especially not on a Saturday. And why had no one rang the bell? It was odd, to say the least.

You left your coffee on the counter, steam still rising in puffy clouds from the cup. Cautiously, you made your way over to the mysterious package that read your full address, but no sender. It was quite big, now that you had gotten closer, and it had you wondering how it had fit through the narrow letter slot. Maybe Namjoon was pulling a prank on you?

Before you picked up the package, you opened the door and checked the hallway, frantically looking left and right. But no one was there, not even Namjoon to cheekily grin at you.

Closing the door behind you, you took the brown package and laid it down on the counter next to your coffee. You eyed it once more while taking a long sip from the beverage. Should you open it? What if there was something… bad or deadly inside? You had heard of such packages before on the news. People sent them to get revenge on ex-partners or enemies. Well, you had no such things… and Namjoon seemed to be out of the picture as well.

After some more staring, curiosity finally got the best of you, and you carefully ripped open the brown packing paper. It revealed a heavy book that was edged in red velvety fabric that had golden ornaments engraved. Imprinted on it was the lettering “Naughty or Nice”. Wait- what?!

Snorting laughter erupted from your chest. This had to be a prank, right? ‘Namjoon’s good,’ you thought to yourself. ‘Keeps hiding until I actually look at the book. Not a very good prank, but alright…’

As you were about to open it, you could hear a key jingling in front of your door and some mumbled curses. ‘Speaking of the devil.’ Namjoon strode through the door in his pyjama and a long gown, his hair looking dishevelled and eyes still half-closed. He had your spare keys which gave him the possibility to let himself in whenever and you didn’t mind. At this point, it had become commonplace.

You watched with an amused grin as he immediately scuffed over to the coffee machine, grabbing another cup from the sink, and turning it on once more. He inhaled the smell just like you did before he turned around to face you.

“Morning, Y/N,” he hummed, and a lop-sided grin adorned his lips. Hell, how did this sleepy look fit him so well? “How is your stomach?”

You crossed your arms and leant back on the counter. “Better than I thought. You?”

“Same, same. I just really craved your coffee. This machine is a literal angel!” He turned back around to grab his coffee and take a big gulp before letting out a satisfied sigh.

“Very funny, by the way.” You pointed at the book behind you, still laying unopened on your counter. “You never have Christmas-pranked me before so that’s a first. But it isn’t one of your best ideas, if I can be honest with you.”

There was a moment of silence. You had expected him to laugh at you or make a clever remark about how he had gotten you to open it. But… nothing. He just blankly stared at you. “What?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Making this book look like Santa’s Naughty or Nice list? Very funny, Namjoon, very funny!” You chuckled a little at him pretending not to know what you were talking about.

He spied over your shoulder, reading the lettering. And shook his head. “Y/N. I… didn’t prank you. This–“ He pointed to the book. “–is nothing I came up with. Though I must say, I think it’s a pretty good idea!” He snickered a little and took another sip of his coffee.

“But–“ You turned around to the book. “–who sent it to me then? I don’t know who else would try and prank me…” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, taking another look at the packing paper. Still nothing but your address.

“Have you opened it yet?”

“No, I was just about to when you came through the door.” You put a hand on the binding. The velvet fabric felt soft under your fingertips and the golden lettering glittered in the glim of the fairy lights. It looked so… real.

Carefully, you opened it, coming face to face with a blank page. Maybe the others? You browsed to the next page. And the next. And the next. But they were all blank, not even a tiny little bit of ink to be seen. ‘Weird…’

Skimming through the rest of the book, you looked for anything peculiar. Nothing. “It’s empty,” you told Namjoon, while going back to the first page and leaving it open.

You heard shuffling on the floor and suddenly Namjoon leaned over your shoulder to look at the book. He stretched out his hand to skim through it as well. He was so close. You could feel the heat radiating off his body and his breath on your neck as he let out a confused huff.

When he stepped back from you after inspecting the book, you wished him back closer behind you. ‘Stop that,’ you scolded yourself in your head. ‘He is your best friend!’

“Well, it actually looks like someone pulled a prank on you,” Namjoon stated while making himself another cup of coffee. He usually runs on three. On a good day. That you knew his coffee consumption so well said a lot about how regularly he came over in the morning to use your coffee machine.

“Apparently…”

Loud bass suddenly disrupted the morning, booming through the wall to your left. ‘No, not again!’ It was your other neighbour… Jungkook. He kept it down on most days. But he always pulled this on a Saturday morning, and you were sure he was doing it on purpose just to annoy you. You had banged on the wall a few times before. On some days he even turned the music down after your knocking complaint. But today, it was on a whole other level. As if he knew you had been out late and had a mild hangover.

“Ugh, I’ll swear I’ll punch him some day,” you mumbled while pinching your eyebrows in frustration.

Namjoon knew you weren’t kidding. Jungkook had been getting on your nerves ever since he had moved in next door. Before him, there lived a nice and quiet lady who occasionally baked chocolate cookies for the two of you and had always put something nice in front of your door during Christmas time. Now, there was Jungkook. Student, party animal, and the type to listen to music so loud you couldn’t hear your own thoughts.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Namjoon said. “But I also don’t want to have to visit you in prison during Christmas time.” He chuckled lightly, running a hand through his hair before chucking down his coffee.

Suddenly, you heard a rustling noise of paper coming from the counter. The book! It was turning its pages on its own. “Holy-“

You stepped in front of the counter, Namjoon following closely, eyes as wide as the moon. “How is that possible?” he whispered while peering over your shoulder again.

A golden light bloomed from the Naughty or Nice book and the two of you just stared at in great awe as sparkles danced around the room. “I’m usually not one to believe in magic,” Namjoon muttered under his breath. “But this is a whole new thing…”

The turning stopped and the pages gently dropped down. Beautiful, curved letters emerged, writing your neighbour’s name. They shone golden in the light. “What is happening?” you hissed while intently watching the book. Namjoon just shrugged his shoulders, speechless.

 Jeon Jungkook: always leaves his trash in front of Mrs. Kim’s apartment door

Underneath was a moving picture, showing Jungkook looking around frantically before putting his trash bag on Mrs. Kim’s doormat and a more detailed description of what was going on. You gasped out in disbelief. “Mrs. Kim is always so nice! How dare he!?”

Namjoon let out an angry huff. “You’ve got a good point but-“ His forehead crinkled in confusion and scepticism. “How does it do that?”

You shrugged, turning the page to see if it had a built-in display. But… there was nothing. It was just a normal page like any other. You turned back to the picture of Jungkook where he had gotten caught in the act. By whom? You didn’t know, could only guess… But no, this was not possible. Santa didn’t exist. But… an idea came to your head.

“Hmm, let’s put this to a test,” you said as the pounding bass continued to boom through the wall. You left the book open, the image of Jungkook engraved in your head, as you turned on your heels and made your way over to the door.

“You actually gonna go over there?” Namjoon trailed behind you, not sure if this was the right thing to do. You definitely had a reason to be angry at Jungkook. But what if this was all just a scam? Well, it felt far too real for that, but Namjoon wasn’t yet ready to call his beliefs into question. This was insane.

You nodded and opened the door. “He has been getting on my nerves for a few weeks now. It’s time to put this to a stop.” You gave him one last determined book before stepping out into the hallway.

Namjoon shook his head in amusement at your vendetta and stopped at your doorstep, leaning against the frame watching you. This was your fight. He wouldn’t get between the frontlines. He knew your anger all too well.

You rapped viciously on the door; quite sure Jungkook wouldn’t hear any of it. And of course, the door didn’t open and the music blared on. So, you resorted to a more effective method. You pressed the button of the bell and held it down. ‘I will have you answer your door even if it takes the whole freaking day.’

It took a few seconds, but you heard the music fading and someone swearing behind the door. It worked. A malicious smirk adorned your lips. You weren’t even nervous, more excited to try the spicy information you had acquired about him. The keys jingled in the keyhole and an annoyed face appeared in the ajar door. “What is it?”

You crossed your arms and put on your most intimidating look. The secret from the book gave you a hell of a confident boost. “Jungkook,” you started, “I’ve told you many many times to quiet it down.”

He rolled his eyes and huffed. “I know. I’m sorry but-“

You cut him off immediately. “No buts. You’re either gonna tone it down from now on or…”

“Or what? You’re trying to threaten me?” He laughed and threw his head back. “That’s new. Well, you’ve got nothing on me, Y/N.”

You squinted your eyes at him, and a smile grew on your face. “You sure?”

Jungkook leaned against the door frame while looking bored. The arrogant look on his face gave you the rest of the encouragement you needed. “Well,” you swirled one of your hair strands around your finger, “I know you’re putting your trash bags on Mrs. Kim’s doormat, so you don’t have to take it out yourself…”

It took a moment for Jungkook to realise what you just said. But when he finally did, his jaw almost dropped down to his knees. “How-“

“The poor woman. I think she deserves to know…” You turned around, feeling the power pulsating in your hands. It was electrifying! You slowly strode over to your apartment.

“Y/N!” Jungkook called out after you, desperation apparent in his voice. “I-“ He dropped his head in defeat, all pride and arrogance had left his body. “If you don’t tell her, I promise I’m gonna tone it down from now on,” he caved in.

“You better,” you just answered and walked away, leaving a speechless Jungkook by his door.

Namjoon snickered as you entered your apartment again, finding the whole situation very amusing. “Have you seen his face? He was so stunned!” Both of you burst out into a fit of laughter, needing a few seconds to calm yourselves down again.

You went back to the still open book. “So it tells the truth…” you stated while tracing the letters with your fingers when they suddenly started to disappear. “Oh! They’re vanishing!”

“Probably because you called him out on that,” Namjoon assumed, looking at the now empty page and then at you. “You know what that means… right?”

You turned it over in your head for a few seconds before you answered Namjoon’s gaze with a mischievous smile. “Let’s discover some secrets this Christmas!”

And so, the two of you went on to discover the hidden secrets and misdeeds of all of your neighbours. The book was never wrong. Not when it told you that Mrs. Kim had a secret fling with Mr. Sung from floor 5 and they were acting like giddy teenagers, that Mrs. Lee let her dog pee on Mrs. Park’s door mat once in a while because they couldn’t stand each other, that Soonyoung from second floor liked to bathe in pure milk occasionally, that Yeji from first floor stole Mr. Chew’s newspaper now and then because he was rude to basically everyone in the building, that Taehyung from fourth floor had sang Christmas carols in the middle of the night for Yeji because he had been out to drink, and many many more.

Some of them you used for your amusement, but most of them were kept between the both of you. You felt closer to Namjoon than ever before. Sharing and keeping secrets about your neighbours bound you together. And Christmas time was a blast, for the both of you! You went out once in a while to the Christmas market again but usually you kept your noses in the Naughty or Nice book, awaiting the next secret to appear. So, Christmas time went by in a happy blur.

After coming home from another one of your merry adventures, you began to realise that this might all be over soon. Actually, Christmas evening was tomorrow already and Namjoon would probably be off to his parents. You didn’t want to stop discovering all these secrets with Namjoon. You had spent a lot of time together; it had been so much fun. And you liked being around him, you knew that. You weren’t ready to admit it, but you had fallen in love with him even more by now. Even after all these years, his way of living and his wisdom still amazed you to no end.

Your thoughts were suddenly disrupted by Namjoon as the both of you reached your apartment door. “Y/N?”

“Yes,” you answered, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. Namjoon stood in front of you, nervously wrenching his hands. You had never seen him skittish before. Had something happened?

He took a deep breath before he began to speak. “I was… wondering if you wanted to spent Christmas together?” Namjoon nervously scratched his head. “I-“ he stumbled over his own words for a moment. “I don’t want you to be alone for Christmas. And my parents won’t be at home anyway. So, I was wondering- I mean-“ He rambled on and gestured wildly between the both of you.

To stop him, you gently put your hand on his arm. “Yes,” you answered simply and smiled at him happily, not able to contain your excitement at his request. Your heart was beating in your chest. Spending Christmas with Namjoon was a dream come true.

“I... would love to.” You rubbed your arm awkwardly while not being able to meet his eyes. You were sure he would be able to read your confused feelings for him right there.

He let out a small huff of relief. “Good, good… We can go grocery shopping together tomorrow if you want. So we can pick something to eat that we both like.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Meet in the morning as usual?” you asked, fidgeting with your jacket sleeve.

Namjoon nodded. “I will cook of course. You will be my guest! Also, your cooking skills might be a little insufficient for Christmas…” Mischievousness gleamed in his eyes and you just shook your head, laughing a little.

“I think my cooking skills are fine as they are. It’s not my fault you don’t like the food that I cook!” you exclaimed and hit his shoulder playfully. “Also, your food might taste better than mine. But you’re definitely more chaotic than I am!”

“Okay, okay,” he put his hands up in defeat. “You’ve got a point. I’m still cooking though.” He took off his beanie to run a hand through his hair. He stretched his arms out, motioning for you to give him a goodbye-hug.

Your skin tingled as you obliged. His hands rested on your back as he tugged you close. “Good night, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear, eliciting a shiver running down your back. Gosh, his voice and his soft lips were hovering right next to your ear. It created images in your head you shouldn’t be thinking about in the proximity of your best friend, but you couldn’t help yourself.

You swallowed a big lump in your throat. “Good night to you too,” you whispered back with a hoarse voice, heart still fluttering. He could hear the rapid beating for sure.

Both of you stayed in the hug longer than necessary, thinking about what would become of your adventures once Christmas was over. You were sure the book would disappear, that its owner would come to get it.

You sighed before stepping away from Namjoon, giving him a small smile before pulling out your keys. He went over to his door, a jingling noise reaching your ears. You looked over your shoulder before entering your apartment.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N,” Namjoon called over in a hushed voice before he disappeared behind his own door. Little did you and he know what effect these last few words would have on you…

Wanton sounds escaped your mouth as your hands grasped fiercely for your sheets. Waves of pleasure rolled through your body as you felt a desperate mouth latching onto your clit, tongue poking out to gratify your little bundle of nerves. Your eyes rolled back into your head. It felt… overwhelming.

You couldn’t hold in a lewd moan as the tongue worked magic on you. “Please–“ You couldn’t form a whole sentence without being interrupted by your own moans.

You felt a hand softly caressing your thigh. “Y/N,” a familiar voice reached your ear, making you perk up. Was this… real? You lifted yourself on your elbows to see if you were right with your guess.

Looking up from between your legs was a tousled Namjoon, cheeks red and lips glistening in the light of your fairy lights. He looked like an angel with his skin glowing golden and his hair illuminated.

It felt like a dream come true…

It wasn’t the morning light waking you up nor the loud traffic noise from the street in front of your apartment building. No. What woke you up was the growing wetness between your legs. Your heart beat loudly in your chest, a light film of sweat covered your forehead. Well, that had been… hot.

You had had dreams of Namjoon before. Funny ones, sad ones, even ones where the two of you had been dating. But with things like this, you had only been daydreaming about thus far. It had you all riled up, a little embarrassed, but first and foremost horny.

His head between your legs and his tongue on your clit had felt so real. Oh, what you’d give to actually get to feel that. But you were sure that it would remain something that stayed in your daydreams, when you had to release some friction behind your bedroom doors.

You sighed, pushing the thick blanket to the side. You had to take care of the mess between your legs and there was only one place that always helped: the shower. You had to get this dream out of your head before Namjoon would come over. Otherwise you wouldn’t be able to look into his eyes without thinking of the sinful scene that repeated itself again and again in your head.

‘Let’s get this over with,’ you pushed yourself to get out of bed and into the shower. As if you didn’t enjoy this…

As you sat down by the book again with a big cup of fresh coffee, you were actually wondering if you’d ever appear on the list. Or Namjoon. And which secret of yours it would be. So far, it hadn’t spilled any of yours. But it would be merely a matter of time until the pages would reveal what you had kept from one another. Even though there were barely any secrets between the two of you. Only this… this was kind of a major one.

Absent-mindedly, you browsed through the book again. What secret would reveal itself today? Maybe about this dude all up on floor 7 that was always wearing a beanie and sunglasses or that girl from over the street that was walking her dog up and down the street.

Someone was entering the apartment. Namjoon rounded the corner and came into your view. He was also still in his morning clothes, his feet hidden beneath two slippers. Your gazes met shortly, a quick nod exchanged and gentle smiles, before he made a turn.

“And?” He strolled over to the coffee machine, slippers scratching on the floor. “Anything new?” He nodded towards the book sprawled out in front of you.

“I haven’t really checked yet, give me a second.” You concentrated back on the book, pages sliding through your fingers as you looked for a new secret until you found it. You didn’t really pay any attention at first. But then you read your name in big, curved letters. A quiet gasp slipped past your lips.

Checking to see if Namjoon was still making coffee, you hoped he was not aware of your little slip up. He happily worked away, putting coffee beans into the machine, whistling ‘Jingle Bells Rock’ to the puckering sound of the milk frother.

Then, you turned your attention back to the book. When you read Has naughty dreams of their best friend in small letters, your heart sped up and your breathing got ragged. Underneath it was, like it had always been the case before, a more detailed description of what had happened. And a picture of you writhing and moaning beneath the sheets. No, why today?!

The words in front of you blurred as you tried to fathom the consequences if Namjoon came to read this. Your friendship would be over. He would never speak to you again. Hell, what would he think of you?!

You couldn’t let that happen. He was the only thing in your life that kept you sane. That could not all be thrown away. You quickly closed the book, thinking of something to distract Namjoon.

Unfortunately, the loud thump startled Namjoon. He turned around as he heard the sudden noise. He eyed you for a second and then noticed the closed book under your hands. He put down the coffee spoon he was holding. “Uhm… Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Your eyes are like… this wide.” He put a fair distance between his thumb and his pointer finger.

Quickly shaking your head, you scrambled for words. “It’s nothing. I-I thought I…” Yeah, what did you think? It was hard to lie when Namjoon looked at you like that. Your brain couldn’t come up with anything. Instead, you just gulped heavily.

Namjoon’s coffee was now forgotten, its owner too curious about what you had read and seen. He had, of course, noticed your nervous behaviour, growing suspicious of what you were trying to do. His slippers scraped along the floor again as he casually made his way over to you. With his gaze never leaving your face, he followed your every move.

Clambering for the book, you secured it in your arms before Namjoon could reach for it. He couldn’t find out. Not about the dream. Not about the feelings you held for him. But especially not about the dream. The sinful scenes replayed themselves in your head again and you felt your cheeks heating up once more. “There is nothing in there,” you exclaimed, trying to sound as convincing as possible. But there was a crack in your voice. And you could see it in his eyes. He knew.

Scrambling to sit up right on the couch, you shook your head ‘No’, keeping the book tight in your clutches. Over your dead body would it fall into his hands.

“If there is nothing to see, why are you keeping it from me?” He tried to reason with you, stretching out a hand towards the book that you kept clutched in front of your chest, your arms wrapped around it like it was the most precious treasure you had ever possessed.

Namjoon was not one to accept a ‘No’, you knew that. You could spot the determined look in his eyes already. There was nothing that would keep him from finding out. And that had you scared like hell.

You could only stare at him, not having an answer for his very true and logical question. He would always catch you with his well thought-out reasoning. It made you want to tear your hair out every time. Right now, though, you were paralysed by fear.

“Well, you leave me no choice,” he approached you slowly, trying to read you, trying to calculate which escape route you would take. Because whatever stood in that book, had you all jittery and he had to know why. Though he knew that you would never show him voluntarily.

Panic, your brain screamed. And your body scrambled up from the couch, trying to get away from Namjoon. You still clutched the book in front of your chest with both hands.

“No, no, no!” he lunged forward, reaching for you. “You’re not getting away!” He got your left foot before you could escape safely from the couch. Your body fell back onto the cushions, knocking the breath out of your lungs. But you didn’t let go of the book, no matter the pain it would cost.

In his haste to prevent your escape, he knocked down a few wooden reindeers and snowmen from the coffee table. Luckily, there was no glass there. You had told him right in the store that you would not be buying any glass decorations if he would be around. With his clumsiness, he would knock them down within mere seconds. Hell, he had almost dropped something right then and there in the shop. But you both had other things to worry about right now than your Christmas decorations.

“Namjoon,” you shout out anxiously. “Let go of me!” But his grip on you didn’t ease up.

“Not before you show me the freaking book, Y/N!” And he kept his word, his hands desperately trying to seize the book from your tight grip. But you wouldn’t give up so easily. You once more tried to get away from him, grasping for the armrest and pulling like your life depended on it. But he was just too strong, with one hand grabbling for the book and the other holding down your legs.

While fighting him off, you didn’t notice how he’d crawled up your body, getting in nearer reach of the book. And suddenly he was way too close to your face, hovering above you in such an intimate way he never had before.

There had been moments of course. Where he had caged you in a little at your door, when he had leaned in too close, when he had pulled you into his warm embrace… But that had been something different.

Now he laid on top of you, covering your body with his. His chest heaved against yours as he tried to catch his breath from fighting with you. His grey-dyed hair fell in streaks into his eyes and once more his skin glowed in the warm fuzzy light of the fairy lights that framed his head. For a second, the both of you just... stopped.

He looked deeply into your eyes; his pupils overshadowed with an emotion you couldn’t grasp. Your heart beat even faster and your brain felt like it would explode any minute. Your senses were heightened, and you could feel his skin burning on yours. It was… ravishing. Your body couldn’t get enough of it already.

Suddenly, he snapped the book out of your hand, forcing an evil laughter out of his mouth and the moment was gone. He had shamelessly used your messed up state to his advantage and now the book was in his hands.

He scrambled back up from his position on top of you, quickly getting away from you and taking the book with him so you wouldn’t come up with the idea of snatching it back from him. Well, you had resigned already anyway. There was no way you could stop the inevitable from happening now. You said your last goodbye to your friendship. He took one last look at your dishevelled and defeated state before he plopped down on the armchair.

Thump, thump, thump. You could hear your heartbeat in your ears like the drums of that one Christmas song that they always played on the radio, and your stomach took a heavy leap. No, you couldn’t watch this. It was just too much to handle. You grabbed for the plush Santa Namjoon had gotten you as a joke last year, and hid your face in the red fabric of his cloak. You peeked out anxiously, watching Namjoon.

Pages rustled as Namjoon slowly opened the book. His heart beat just as fast as yours as he searched for the right page. Not because he was anxious, but because of his excitement as to what he would get to read on that page. And then he finally found it.

He was not surprised that it was about you. He had actually predicted that. Why else would you react that way if this didn’t reveal something about you? But the content had him gasping out in astonishment.

To actually believe it, he had to read it more than once. It beat all of his wildest dreams. Not only had you caught feelings for him, but he had of course caught feelings for you as well. And quite some time ago too. He had wanted to confess more than once but he hadn’t had the guts. He was very afraid of losing you as well so this came as a very pleasant surprise to him.

Unable to help it, he read the passage once more and let his gaze on the image of you linger a little longer, feeling arousal crawl up his body. He had caught you staring at him here and there, when going for a swim in the summer or when he read a book, when you didn’t think he would notice. He had never given much thought to it though. He would have never guessed that you had thought about him, dreamed about him.

He needed a few to gather himself, to brace himself for what was to come. He couldn’t let this slide just like that now that he knew that you felt the same for him. Now that he knew what you were craving. And he wanted to give you exactly that. All night if you wanted to. He wanted to give you the pleasure that you deserved, see you writhing underneath his fingers, calling out his name so that everyone could hear what he did to you.

A mischievous grin passed over his face. He would take care of that wish of yours, as a Christmas gift. That he promised to himself and gathered all of his confidence for. His heartbeat was going through the roof but he didn’t want you to know, and tried to keep a calm face.

You peeked out once more as he closed the book. You tried to read his face, but there was nothing to work with. Had your friendship been ruined already? Would he just leave and never say a word to you ever again? You expected the worst, already feeling tears prick in your eyes.

Namjoon slowly got up from the armchair and now you were sure he would leave the apartment. You felt embarrassment, shame, and regret overwhelm you. But there was something in you that fought back. Your eyes grew big, you couldn’t just let him go like this. “Namjoon, I-“

But he cut you off mid-sentence. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N.” He shook his head, putting the book down on the table and shoved it over towards you. Your gaze fell back to the image of you, a moaning mess in the bed. You couldn’t handle looking at it and instead gazed up at Namjoon and being met with an expression that you hadn’t expected at all.

He looked like a boy who had gotten the biggest present for Christmas, but there was also something a lot less innocent in his eyes. Holding your gaze, he came back over to the couch and crouched in front of you.

“You’ve been –“ He swallowed visibly, nervousness getting the best of him for a second, before he proceeded with confidence “–a very naughty girl, Y/N, haven’t you?” He cocked an eyebrow while putting both of his hands next to your legs that rested on the edge of the couch.

A shiver ran down your spine at his words. Never had you imagined that Namjoon would speak like this to you. You could not say much, your throat going dry, and just slowly nodded your head.

“Hmm, thought so,” he answered while letting his gaze wander over your form. “Well, what do we do about that? Naughty girls need to be punished, right?” His eyes drifted back to your face, satisfied he took notice of the effect he had on you. How your legs unconsciously rubbed together at his every movement.

With the heat rising from you, he felt drawn to you.

“But I think you’ve been pretty nice this year. I think we leave the punishment for another day and instead–“ He nodded towards the book, referring to the description of your dream under the picture. “– keep working on this.” He turned back towards you. “What do you think, Y/N?”

His words were music in your ears. This was more than you could wish for. You pinched yourself for a second, making sure it wasn’t another dream of yours, that you hadn’t just fallen asleep again in your bed. But it was as real as it could get. Arousal is already pooling in your panties, Namjoon’s deep voice resounding in your head.

By now, he was drawing small, soft circles on the skin of your thigh, patiently waiting for your answer. He wouldn’t do anything about it as long as you hadn’t given your consent. There was still a little voice inside of him that wasn’t sure if you really felt the same. He had no time to think too much about it though.

You cleared your throat, the effect he had on you clear as day. “I’d… love that.” You shyly answered, carefully putting a hand on Namjoon’s cheek. He leaned into your touch immediately, closing his eyes for a second to enjoy the feeling of the gentle action.

He pushed himself up a little, his face hovering in front of yours. You held your breath, excited for what was to come. He was even closer than before. You could feel puffs of his hot breath gently caressing your lips. His eyes kept yours caged, his pupils blown looking like black holes that swallowed you to take you to another dimension.

With his hand moving up to the side of your neck, it gingerly brushed against the skin and he left it at the nape of your neck. His face inched closer, barely any space left between your lips now. Your thumb grazed over his cheek, the skin underneath warm and tender. You could stay like this forever.

“May… may I kiss you?” Namjoon asked, gaze drifting between your shining eyes and your tempting lips. You took his breath away, making him weak in the knees. Why hadn’t he confessed to you sooner? He could have had it all already. You had both missed out on so much. But there was still so much time to make up for it all.

It took all of your willpower to not kiss him right then and there, but to answer his question first. You looked deep into his eyes, “Yes, I beg you to.”

And that was all that was needed for Namjoon to desperately press his lips against yours without hesitating for even a second. Both of you closed your eyes, relishing in the moment of the first kiss shared between the two of you. It was not at all how you had expected it to feel but so much more. Your heart took a leap at his soft lips that moved so lovingly against yours while his thumb stroked your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin.

Namjoon had to take a break to catch his breath, soft laughter escaping his lips. His hand remained at the back of your neck and so did yours on his cheek. But this break didn’t last long because both of you were already hungry for more. Your other hand went into his hair while your mouth landed back on his.

Tugging a little at the strands, he couldn’t help but let out a quiet moan, his lips opening to the kiss. His tongue darted out, tapping against your lower lip and begging for entrance. You let him stew a little until both of your tongues met in a heated battle.

Slowly, Namjoon could feel himself getting hard. Your sweet lips got the best of him and he couldn’t do anything against it when his mind imagined them wrapped around his cock. He could feel it twitch in his pyjama pants, begging for attention. But Namjoon wanted for you to cum first. The outlook of getting to taste you with his tongue between your folds was too promising.

In fact, he didn’t want to wait any longer. As much as he enjoyed making out with you, he wanted to dig into the real fun. He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead softly against yours. This time you had to catch your breath.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N?” Namjoon whispered softly, asking for your permission to go on.

You pecked his lips adoringly. “I mean I’ve been dreaming about it.” Both of you chuckled lightly, caressing each other’s skin. “I couldn’t wish for more this Christmas.” You had to stifle a laugh. This was the most interesting Christmas you had ever had. And you loved it.

Namjoon made his way over to your ear with featherlight kisses to nibble on your earlobe before he hushed into your ear, making you shiver at the nickname he used for you, “I want you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable, baby girl.”

“I will,” you breathed back, enjoying the shivers that ran down your spine as Namjoon’s breath tickled your skin. You buzzed with excitement, awaiting his treatment.

“Okay, baby girl,” he moved down from your ear to your neck, nipping at the skin and grazing his teeth over your shoulder a little. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

While your breathing got heavier at these few words already, he gently pushed your thighs apart with his hands, his upper body moving in the space in between to have better access to your neck. His hands wandered over your inner thighs, setting your skin on fire and your blood boiling.

Another quiet moan escaped your mouth. It all felt just too heavenly. And it made Namjoon proud to know he was making you feel good. You deserved it and he was ready to give it to you for the rest of your life if it meant he would hear your sweet little moans.

As he nibbled lightly on your neck, his hands crawled up your shirt, pushing it up over your chest. His mouth unlatched to attach itself again to one of your nipples immediately, drawing sloppy circles around it. While one of his hands held up the shirt, the other sweetly caressed your other breast, brushing against the sensitive bud and making it stand up, aroused.

Throwing your head back, you pushed your upper body into Namjoon’s face. The treatment he blessed you with was paradisiac. If it was up to you, he could do that for the rest of eternity. Still, there was one place where you needed him a lot more…

“Joonie.” His nickname left your lips in a faint, breathless hush. He let out a breathy moan against your nipple. God, now his mind would forever replay this moment and your needy plea whenever someone would call him by this nickname. You were his rise and his fall.

He pecked your nipple one last time before looking up from in between your breasts with hooded eyes. “Yes, baby girl?”

“I need you,” you breathed out, hands still playing with his soft hair.

He cocked his head, one of his eyebrows rising. “Need me how?”

You let out a quiet, frustrated sigh. He knew exactly how, teasing you in a vulnerable moment. With your cheeks heating up, you looked away for a second. This was still very unchartered territory to you.

Feeling one of his hands back on your cheek, he tilted your head to look at him. Eyes full of genuity, he softly told you, “You don’t need to be ashamed when you’re with me. You can freely tell me what you want because I want to make you feel good.” He took your hand and pressed a lingering kiss to your temple, softly muttering against your skin, “I want you to feel safe with me.”

It was easy to tell he was being serious and honest. How did you deserve this man? You mouthed a quiet ‘thank you’ to him, feeling more at ease now. And it gave you the confidence to state your desire.

“Joonie… I need your mouth on me and your tongue in me, please,” you begged as you didn’t break off the eye contact. His eyes lit up at your words and he nodded eagerly, pressing one more kiss on your knuckles before he let your hand go.

“If you need something to hold onto, my hair is as good as anything else,” Namjoon told you, winking at you saucily before levelling his head with your clothed core. You held in a breath as he put a featherlight kiss to your inner thigh before nipping on the smooth skin.

His hands wandered over your lower legs towards your waist where they played with the hem of your pyjama shorts, ghosting over your skin. He could smell your wetness and it drove him crazy. He was just as riled up as you were.

He looked up from between your legs, giving you a very similar view as your dream had. You still couldn’t believe that this was all actually happening.

“Baby girl? Could you do me a favor?” His hands slipped back under your shirt for a second, drawing soft circles on your lower back.

You nodded eagerly, willing to do anything as long as he’d continue his exploration down your pants.

“Could you lift your hips for me a little?” He nodded towards your hips. “We need to get these out of the way.”

You obeyed his request, leaning back while lifting up your hips from the couch. All you wanted was his mouth on you.

Namjoon sucked in a breath, preparing himself for the view he was about to get. He had dreamed of that moment many, many times. In the shower when the thoughts of you got over his head, in bed when he had had another vivid dream of you in his arms.

He gently pulled down both your pyjama shorts and your panties, dragging them slowly over your legs to fully enjoy this moment. The clothing items in question hit one of the snowmen in the face as Namjoon carelessly threw them over his shoulder.

You felt the cold air hit your sensitive skin, dragging in a breath as it came in contact with the rough material of the couch. You needed release desperately right now, even little things like these throwing you off. You sank back into the couch a little.

Heartbeat strumming in his ears, Namjoon’s gaze wandered between your legs, laying eyes on your glistening folds for the first time. It was a sight to behold, at least for him. “Fuck, Y/N,” he muttered under his breath, dragging one hand through his hair while lowering back down between your legs.

“Let me make you feel good,” he whispered while pushing his arms under your legs and pulling them up on his shoulders so he could get better access. You relaxed your upper body on the backrest while shifting your hips up to the edge of the couch so that not only you were comfortable, but it would also be easier for Namjoon.

He gave you one last smile before pressing his head between your legs, his hair pleasantly tickling the inner skin of your thighs. You could feel hot puffs of breath hitting your sensitive folds, making you shiver around him. He hummed lightly, pleased at your reaction.

With his hands gently holding down your thighs, he pressed soft kisses around your pussy, nipping at the skin here and there and biting down softly. He closed his eyes, savoring the last moment before he would get to taste you.

With one hand holding you up, you entangled the other back into his hair, threading through the strands. Your soft gasps filled the air, encouraging Namjoon on.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore, dropping a sloppy kiss onto your pussy. Tongue darting out between his lips, he took a long lick along your glistening folds. You tasted so good, he was glad that you would be the first meal of his day besides the coffee.

A strangled moan reached his hair and he opened his eyes to watch you throw your head back in pleasure. You looked like a goddess in the dim light of the morning and the fairy lights, the sinful image burned into his mind forever.

One of his hands reached around your leg to spread your folds for him, your clit coming into view. He latched his mouth onto it, sucking it in like a starved man.

Waves of pleasure rolled over you, feet pressing down on Namjoon’s back. If he kept this up, you would be falling apart in mere minutes. Your hands tugged on his hair, urging him to continue his treatment of your pussy. “Don’t stop,” you breathed out.

He replaced his lips with his thumb, caressing your bundle of nerves while his mouth moved further down. His tongue hungrily lapped at your walls, desperate to catch every taste it could get.

Your hips moved on your own as they pressed themselves against his face willingly, desperate for a release. You could feel your orgasm slowly approaching as Namjoon worked his magic on you.

As his tongue found your entrance, he slowly pushed it inside, before swirling it around a little. You gasped for air as you could feel it massaging your walls, back arching up from the couch. After letting you adjust to the feeling of his tongue inside you, he started darting it in and out at a rapid pace, thumb still fumbling your clit.

His nickname fell from your lips like a waterfall, wonderful music to his ears. You begged him not to stop, promises of you being close spurred him on, going down on you even faster. He could feel his rock-hard cock straining against his pyjama pants, begging to be released. But it was not yet the time.

He needed you to cum all over his tongue first and, hell, he would make sure of that. Feeling your walls contracting around his tongue, he put a little more pressure on your clit, circling and rubbing it gently with his fingers, trying to take you over the edge. You were almost there, he could feel it.

“Joonie, fuck, I am-” The sentence got lost between a heavy mess of moans and whimpers as you finally came with one last stroke around Namjoon’s tongue. You closed your eyes, orgasm blazing through your body in pleasurable waves.

Namjoon lapped up everything he could get, guiding you through your orgasm. As the moans and the whimpers lessened, his mouth, albeit grudgingly, detached from your folds, pressing one last kiss to your inner thigh before he looked up about you through his lashes.

As you looked down, you were met with a very vivid image of your last night’s dream as Namjoon’s skin glowed from your juices that were smeared all around his mouth. His hair had fallen into his eyes, not able to hide the playful glint in his eyes. His cheeks were a flushed red, chest heaving for air.

“That was… amazing,” you whispered as you cupped his cheek, thumb caressing the hot skin. You leaned over him, stealing a kiss and tasting yourself on his tongue. “Thank you.”

Namjoon chuckled lightly, taking pride in making you feel so good. He nuzzled his face in your neck, breathing in your delicate scent. “I think we both actually have someone else to thank.” Both of your gazes fell onto the book that still laid open on the coffee table.

You grinned from ear to ear at his words. “Well, thank you, Santa, I guess then? For helping us idiots?” Both of you couldn’t hold in your laughter at the situation. What a naughty Christmas it had been for sure!

Quietness settled over the two of you for a minute as you enjoyed each other’s company. As Namjoon slowly got up from his kneeling position, you noticed his hard manhood through his pants. Licking your lips, you felt yourself getting wet again. Your hunger for Namjoon had only just awakened.

“How about… a shower?” you proposed, cocking a head at Namjoon. “I think it’s time I’ll take care of you.” Pushing yourself up from the couch, you let your hands roam freely over his upper body.

Namjoon snaked a hand around your waist, pulling you against him. “As if I could say no to that.” You could feel his cock through the soft fabric of his pants pressing against your thigh. Namjoon leaned down, his lips against your ear.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he whispered as he softly started kissing you again under the shining lights of the fairy lights and a mistletoe magically grew down from the ceiling. Santa has his way in fulfilling wishes…

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[theloveoftoms]

Bright and Merry - Ethan Hunt x Reader - Oneshot

A/N: Merry Christmas Eve everyone!!! As I sit watching the snowflakes fall outside surrounded by the comforts of my warm and festive living room, I began to create yet another Christmas story for Ethan Hunt! Wherever you are in the world, I hope you are having a lovely day/night. Thank you all for reading my stories - it means the world to me! 

I didn't really proof read this one too much - so enjoy my mushy gushy love for mr. Ethan Hunt!

xxx stay warm darlings, and happy Christmas -m

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all though the house, jolly tunes played as you and your boyfriend Ethan decorated your Christmas tree in the living room.

“I still can't believe we got one this late in the season!” you exclaimed in joy as you hung a sparkly gold snowflake on the sturdy branch of the balsam fur. 

“Me neither,” said Ethan, hanging an ornament of his own on the tree, “that salesman sure was surprised to see customers today.”

As you crunched over to pick up another ornament, you stopped and smiled sweetly to yourself as you saw a photo ornament of Ethan and you’s first ever Christmas together. You had airy bangs, and Ethan’s hair was shorter than it is now, its so crazy how much can change in four years. 

“Ethan,” you said, calling your boyfriend over to you and your ornament, “Look what I just found.”

Ethan let out a light chuckle as he held the ornament in his hands to take in the colourful photo of the two of you. “Damn, we look great in this photo,” he said, partially kidding, partially meaning it, “We should take a new one for this Christmas,” he suggested. 

You looked up at your boyfriend with awe, “I’ll go grab my Polaroid camera!” you said as you enthusiastically went to retrieve it from the bedroom. 

Your Polaroid camera was baby blue and you had used it over the years to capture all the important moments of your life. It was a gift from your parents many, many Christmases ago - it was safe to say you had gotten your moneys worth!

You handed Ethan your camera and he snapped a photo of the two of you. As you waited for the picture to develop, you admired your beautifully decorated tree with Ethan’s arm around you. Soon enough, the Polaroid was developed, and you and Ethan’s bright smiles were captured forever in the pocket sized photograph. 

You got a pen, and scribbled the date on the back; Christmas ‘21 - Ethan x y/n. 

“Merry Christmas y/n,” Ethan said, putting the polaroid in the ornament. 

You stretched up on your tippy toes and planted a kiss on your boyfriends cheek, “Merry Christmas Ethan.”

[flamingredanon]

(Just a cute thing to throw in before Christmas. Literally before Christmas, Midnight is in 2 hours and 30 minutes lol. Hope you and everyone have a good Christmas! Sorry if this prompt is weird or makes no sense)

Reginald hummed as he made his way down the Elite Hallway, holding a box filled with Christmas supply, like baubles, lights, bells etc. They had unfortunately ran out of Christmas stuff yesterday when setting up the tree so Reginald picked some more up on his way out of his office.

He loved how warm his chest felt at the idea of decorating the whole Chief house area with his lovers. He just kinda wished he finished work at little earlier...

Reginald let out a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar door in the distance. Once he made it to the door, he set the box down and rubbed at his wrists slightly. Darn heavy boxes and weak wrists... Shuffling in his pocket, he pulled out his key card and scanned it, hearing the all too familiar beep.

Pushing the door open and grabbing the box again, Reginald made his way inside.

"Loves! I'm back, very sorry... I lost track of time looking at paperwork. I brought more Christmas stuff though!" Reginald called into the... Oddly empty living room. Usually Henry or at least right would be laying around on the couch or watching TV. Or both.

"Loves? If your trying to scare me, it won't work!"

Silence, well not entirely, there was a few muffled clatters coming from the bathroom. Reginald raised an eyebrow and placed the box down onto the coffee table. He made his way to the bathroom door and grabbed the handle and twisted.

The sight that greeted Reginald was... Weird- and hilarious. Henry had his head awkwardly over the sink with Ellie standing next to him, brandishing a cup and... Is that a hair dye brush? The black small brushes you get to rub in hair dye? The next thing Reginald saw was that some parts of Henrys hair was a vibrant blue and Ellie has streaks of purple in it. Henry and Ellie were gaping at him.

"You weren't suppose to see this!" Ellie freaked and Henry sheepishly smiled.

"I- what??" Was all reginald could muster, then the sound of the bedroom door clattering open cause Reginald to turn around.

"Ellie, you can't really see the red very well-..." Right stared at reginald, who stared back, cause omg right had slightly kinda red hair??? In some parts. Henry had blue parts in his hair, Ellie had purple parts in her hair and right has red parts in his hair... Huh, wasn't that each of their favourite colours?

"what is going on???" Reginald laughed out.

Ellie just smiled as she brought Reginald to sit down in a chair, donning a new pair of gloves "Figured we would have some fun and dye some of our hair with our favorite colors. Though red on a red head was not my greatest idea."

Reginald chuckled as he removed his hat, already figuring out he was next. "Sounds different, got any gold?"

Ellie just showed Reginald the gold hair dye box, already have planned ahead.

Soon Reginald had gold streaks in his hair and Right had some of the red lightened to pink so it showed up better. Sure people would be looking and staring, but it was just fun for all them to show off their hair.