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vickytaa · 5 months ago

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'My world'

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Matt isn't one to upload many videos to his personal channel, so when a video of his titled “My World” appeared on my screen, I was taken aback. He normally asks me what he can do for his videos and asks me for help editing or recording them, so it caught me off guard. I pressed my finger on the screen, and the video started playing.

The screen went black for a few seconds, until a small text appeared:

"The beauty of life is sharing it with the people you love, that's why having you by my side makes everything special. Here's a little video of our adventure together…"

I began to understand what the video was going to be about. A soft smile painted on my face. A warm feeling of love enveloped my heart. The text slowly disappeared and an old video appeared.

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Video number 1. The camera was settling down, focusing on the two of us sitting on the couch watching a movie. Little 14 year old children who didn't know what falling in love meant, but were slowly understanding it.

We were both watching the movie. I slowly snuggled closer to him, and he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me a little closer. We looked into each other's eyes and smiled, both of our cheeks red from the mixed feelings.

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Video number 2. The camera was in a small tree, focused on us, two 16-year-olds, sitting on a small blanket, enjoying the beautiful view of the river surrounded by trees. We were both enjoying nature, the birdsong, and the silence between us.

Matt looked nervous, but I hadn't noticed. In the video, you can see that we both started talking, but because the camera was a little far away for me to see it, you can't hear much of what we're saying.

A small text appeared at the bottom saying "You can't hear it, but here I asked her if I could be her boyfriend."

On the screen, you can see that I was super happy, I hugged him really tight while nodding with my head.

After a few seconds, we separated a little, looked into each other's eyes, and then it happened. The moment couldn't have been more magical.

Matt pressed his lips against mine, and it felt like the world had paused. Butterflies danced a wild jig in my stomach.

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My eyes filled with tears of excitement. A gentle smile graced my face as I watched my surprised expression in the recording.

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Video number 3. I was holding the camera, showing what we had been doing. "Okay, here's Matt's gingerbread house..." I explain to the camera, showing his house that was a complete mess, while a little giggle escaped my mouth.

"I don't know what you're laughing at because you have to show yours now" Matt said a little annoyed. The camera now focused on his face, his eyebrows furrowed and his eyes narrowed, acting angry. My laughter could be heard behind the camera, which made his tense expression soften.

I quickly rested the camera on the countertop with an evil smile. "What are you doing?" Matt asked curiously.

A few seconds later a food fight broke out. The kitchen was filled with food and laughter, and we were both covered in cream and gummies.

Another text appeared at the bottom: "Definitely not going to do that again"

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Video number 4. Matt was fixing his hair a bit while the camera focused on him. "Okay, after a few hours, thousands of tutorials, and many failed attempts..." Matt turned the camera, focusing on the hairstyle he did for me. "My future wife doesn't have to worry about her hair anymore, right, love?" Matt said in his sweet, peaceful voice.

I laughed softly as I stood up and walked to the bathroom to see the hairstyle in the mirror. Matt followed me and focused on me to record my reaction. A small smile appeared on my face. "I have to admit, it's not that bad..." I explained while looking at the hairstyle, which was actually really good.

Matt quickly turned the camera and rolled his eyes, trying to look annoyed while a big smile betrayed him.

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Video number 5. "I'm arriving at the airport to see Y/n again. She went on exchange to London for about 3 months. Honestly, those were the worst 3 months of my life, you have no idea how much I miss her" Matt explained to the camera, his eyes filling with tears as he couldn't hold back the emotion.

Nick grabbed the camera, continuing to record Matt, "They video called every hour of the day," he explained behind the camera. Matt ignored him, as nerves were eating him up. Suddenly, the car stopped, and Matt ran out of the car. Nick, who still had the camera, focused on the scene happening in front of him. The two of us, at that moment, 20 years old, ran towards each other with our arms open, ready to give an endless hug.

It didn't take long for both of us to reach each other, Matt hugged me and showered me with kisses on the face. We both missed each other so much.

After a few minutes, we both separated a little, Matt wrapping his arm around my waist as we walked towards the car, where his brothers were. Our happy faces said it all.

"Finally, I won't have to listen to Matt cry because he misses you anymore," Chris said as he came over to hug me. We all laughed, and the video switched to another.

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Video number 6. Matt was sitting in the kitchen facing the camera, it seemed like I wasn't there. "Well, I'm recording this for our wedding day..." he begins to explain but stops to take a small breath.

"I want to propose to Y/n. I know maybe 22 is a young age to get married, but she's the woman of my life. I've never loved anyone as much as I love her, and I think proposing to her would be an act of love to show her how much she means to me." Matt said.

You could tell he was nervous, but also sure of his decision. He was seen playing with his small ring, a common habit of his when he's anxious. There was a short pause and then he continued, "I don't have a ring yet, but I'm going to wait a year or two to prepare everything. I want- no. It's going to be perfect."

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The tears that had formed earlier were now rolling down my cheeks non-stop. The happiness I was feeling right now was inexplicable. I hadn't seen that video, surely Matt had forgotten to show it on our wedding.

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Video number 7. The camera is a few feet behind us. Matt and I are nestled on the sandy shore, watching as the sun dips below the horizon.

The sky is ablaze with hues of orange and pink, their fiery reflection dancing on the calm, crystalline waters.

As the rhythmic crash of waves provides a soothing soundtrack, we embrace, lost in the moment. Matt pulls me closer, his kiss on my forehead sealing our bond. My heart overflows with love as we bask in the golden glow of our first vacation together.

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Video number 8. Once again, there we were, the two of us, sitting on a blanket, in the same forest and by the same river as 8 years ago, where it all began.

Everything looked the same - the trees, the river, the birdsong. It was all the same, except we'd both grown so much. We were no longer the inexperienced teenagers we once were, now we were adults.

Despite the distance of the camera, which was in the exact same spot as in our old video from when we were 16, you can see Matt stand up and take my hand to pull me up with him.

Matt began to speak, my eyes filling with tears as I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming with excitement. I already knew what was going to happen.

Sadly, you can't hear what he said, but I remember those words as if it were yesterday.

Matt finished his little speech and knelt down in front of me, opening a small box that contained a wedding ring. In the video, you can see the tears falling nonstop. I leaned down to cup his jaw, pulling him in for a small kiss. As I pulled away, I said yes and we embraced.

After a few seconds, we pulled apart and both started shouting. 'WE'RE GETTING MARRIED!!!!' we both screamed with excitement.

It was a scene I had imagined thousands of times in my mind, but nothing could compare to the magic of the moment.

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Video number 9. "You know it doesn't matter what that test says, I'll always love you like it's the first day," Matt said, trying to calm both of our nerves. We'd tried a few times to get pregnant, but unfortunately, we hadn't had any luck.

We both waited impatiently for the pregnancy test result in the bathroom. The camera, resting on the counter, captured the moment of the beautiful couple.

My phone alarm went off, signaling that the waiting time was over. Matt wrapped an arm around me as I slowly picked up the test. "I don't want to see," I said without thinking. A moment later I regretted it. "No, lie, I do want to," I laughed a little at how nervous I was.

Matt turned the test over and there it was, the long-awaited news. We looked into each other's eyes, not knowing what to say. The idea of becoming parents had become a reality.

We both started crying with happiness, nerves, a bit of everything, as we hugged each other as if we hadn't seen each other in years.

A small text appeared below the video: 'The best news.'

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Video number 10. Matt was setting up the camera on the living room table, while the kids were screaming and jumping all over the place. "Okay, are they ready for the surprise?" Matt asked the kids. Or rather, his kids.

They were both super excited, not knowing what was going to happen.

I was watching them from the couch, a warm smile on my face. "Yes!" the twins shouted together.

Matt went downstairs and came back up with a box with holes. The kids were screaming nonstop.

I grabbed the camera and put it on top of the unlit fireplace, to focus on the whole room. "Okay kids, this is a present from Mom and Dad because you've been very good this year. You have to keep it up, okay?" I said, trying to calm the kids down. They both nodded, their nerves and doubt eating away at them.

Matt slowly opened the box and stepped back so the kids could see. Before they could get closer, a little pug poked his head out to check out the place. The kids started jumping with excitement and ran to pet the dog.

Matt came over to hug me, planting a kiss on my head, both of us enjoying our kids' excitement. He grabbed the camera and focused on them, trying to capture as many memories as possible of the two of them.

"Now we have to choose a name," I said, knowing it would inevitably end in an argument/war. The three of them started throwing out names, trying to come up with the best one, while I laughed nonstop.

"Okay, we're going to be here for a few hours deciding, so we might as well say goodbye," I said as I grabbed the camera to focus more on the kids. "Say goodbye, kids," I told them, and they both waved and said goodbye. Then I focused on Matt, who looked happier than the kids, "Goodbye," he said with a big smile on his face. I quickly gave him the camera to film me, "Goodbye!" I said with a big smile.

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The screen went black again, and I thought the video was over, but a text quickly appeared:

"Thank you for all the moments we've lived together. My love for you is eternal, and being by your side makes me the happiest man in the world. I'm so excited for all that the future holds for us. To my world,

with love, Matthew."

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esouliie · 5 months ago

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Christmas at the Romanoff’s

(natasha romanoff x reader) & (platonic!yelena belova x reader)

tags | christmas headcanon – friends to lovers, first kiss, fluff and comfort!

notes | hello, pls take this small headcanon as a thank you for reading and supporting all my fics even though i cannot keep up with demand lmao. i promise to do better in the new year. merry christmas! <3

It’s your first Christmas with Natasha, and you quickly discover that the Black Widow is… not exactly a holiday enthusiast. At least, not in the traditional sense. When you first arrived at the apartment she shares with her sister, you were greeted by Yelena’s unholy mix of holiday cheer and chaos. Mismatched ornaments hung precariously from a tree that was way too big for their living room, a plate of burnt cookies sat on the counter, and garish Christmas music blared at an almost concerning volume. Natasha, however, looked like she was about two seconds away from wrapping the excessive lights around her neck.

“I hate Christmas music,” Natasha mutters under her breath as you hang up your coat. Yelena’s halfway through yelling “All I Want for Christmas is You” with a Santa hat perched at an angle on her head. “She’s been doing this for weeks,” she adds, her voice low like it’s some covert confession. It takes you all but twenty minutes to realise that Natasha has a very complicated relationship with Christmas. She doesn’t hate it exactly—she just doesn’t really know what to do with it. With all the joy. When you try to hand her a burnt gingerbread cookie, she looks at it like it’s some kind of alien artifact. “Why would I eat a cookie shaped like a man?” She asks flatly, before breaking it in half like it personally offended her.

She then proceeded to argue how she’d be more likely to eat one of these ‘monstrosities’ if it was shaped like a woman…

But there are little moments where she tries, and it’s adorable in the most understated way. You catch her quietly fixing the crooked ornaments on the tree when she thinks no one’s looking, muttering under her breath about how “the reds need to go next to the greens.” One night, after Yelena goes to bed, you find Natasha scrolling through YouTube tutorials for how to wrap presents, muttering curses in Russian every time the tape sticks to her fingers.

And then there’s the stockings. Yelena insisted everyone have one, even though Natasha grumbled about it. But before you went to bed on Christmas Eve, you noticed that Natasha’s stocking was the most stuffed. There’s a random assortment of things crammed in there—protein bars, an extra pair of thick socks, a tiny first aid kit. You don’t have to ask to know that she filled her own stocking, long before Christmas Eve. The thought makes your heart ache in the sweetest, saddest way. She spent so many holidays alone that it just… became her normal.

Finally, it’s Christmas morning and Natasha is draped over the couch like a cat, one leg tucked under her, watching as you and Yelena clean up the mess from last night. She’s quiet, sipping a mug of tea, but you’ve learned by now that quiet Natasha doesn’t exactly mean unhappy Natasha. In fact, she looks content—eyes crinkling every time Yelena grumbles about your “lack of enthusiasm” in picking up all the decorative pillows.

What really steals the show, though, is the mountain of presents you’ve brought. You didn’t mean for it to get out of hand, but once you started, it was impossible to stop. You’d see something and think, Yelena would love this, or Natasha would smile at that, and next thing you knew, you were hauling six bags into their apartment like some sort of festive mule. When the gift exchange begins, Yelena dives into her pile like a kid on sugar overload. Her laughter is infectious as she opens each one: a set of retro pins for her jacket, a waffle maker, a framed picture of you and her after a mission (that one earns a rare hug). She’s glowing, grinning so wide it’s almost blinding. Natasha just sits there, watching her sister, her fingers loosely holding the edge of the blanket draped over her lap.

You notice she hasn’t opened her gifts yet—not even the ones with her name written in your careful handwriting. You nudge her gently, teasing, “what’s the matter, Romanoff? Afraid you’ll cry if I outdid you?” She gives you a half-smile, the kind that makes your chest ache a little because it’s soft in a way she rarely lets herself be. “Just... enjoying the show” She says, her gaze flicking back to Yelena, who is now holding up a pair of horrible light-up slippers you found at a charity shop.

When Natasha finally opens her gifts, it’s much slower, deliberate. You’re nervous, even though you know she’ll never let you see it if she doesn’t like something. But the small things you picked—a leather journal, a new cream scarf, a rare first edition of a spy novel she once mentioned—earn a quiet “thank you,” each one accompanied by that little smile. It’s the last gift, though, that gets you. It’s a snow globe. Inside, there’s a tiny replica of a mountain standing tall in the heart of Russia, the one Natasha had mentioned missing when she told you about her childhood. The one she only saw once and yet managed to comfort her throughout her life. Her fingers tighten around it, and for a moment, her expression shifts—just enough for you to catch it. Sadness, maybe, or longing.

She doesn’t say much after that. But when you look at her later, as Yelena’s dancing around in her ridiculous slippers and yelling about how she’s making everyone waffles tomorrow morning, Natasha’s looking at you like maybe you’re the best gift she’s ever gotten. And maybe she wouldn’t mind Christmas each year if you were around.

Later that night, you find her in the kitchen with a mug of hot chocolate she swore she didn’t want. The two of you stand there in the soft glow of the tree lights, listening to Yelena snore on the couch. “I don’t really get Christmas.” She admits softly, her voice barely audible over the crackle of the fake fireplace video Yelena left running on the TV. “But… I think this year was nice.” And when she looks at you, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at her lips, you know she means it.

Without thinking, you step closer, reaching out to brush a stray curl from her face. “It’s more than nice. I’m so happy.”

And that’s when you hear it—a distant jingle. You glance up, realising Natasha’s holding a tiny branch of mistletoe above your heads, her expression smug but her cheeks just the faintest flush of pink. “Well, would you look at that…” You murmur, before giggling at her antics. She leans in slowly, her breath warm against your skin. The kiss starts soft, hesitant, like she’s testing the waters. But when you cradle her face in your hands, she melts into it, kissing you deeper, with a tenderness that leaves you breathless.

And when you finally pull back, her forehead resting against yours, she exhales a quiet laugh. “Okay,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper, “maybe Christmas isn’t that bad.”

From the living room, Yelena’s snore breaks the silence—loud and obnoxious. Natasha groans, but you can see the affection in her expression when she shakes her head. “Don’t tell her I said that.” She adds, smirking. And just like that, the moment is gone, replaced by the familiar warmth of Natasha’s dry humor.

But later, when you catch her adding an extra blanket over Yelena on the couch, you realise that maybe, Natasha likes Christmas more than she’d like to admit. And maybe this Christmas might bring more than just holiday cheer.

#my fics! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #yelena belova x reader

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konigofmyheart · 5 months ago

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making a gingerbread house with könig

(fluff, gn!reader)

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you got one of those random little kits from the store (those that are probably for kids), but you thought it’d be fun to make with könig.

he kinda laughs a little at first, not really understanding the point of it.

“sure, i’ll help, liebling, but couldn’t we just eat the cookies without all the fuss? i mean, we’re going to end up eating it anyway, right?”

he can’t resist your pout though, if you want him to help you make a house out of cookies, he’ll make the damn house!

what he didn’t expect was to get so into it…

fast forward a little and he’s looking up tutorials, finding one for melted sugar on his phone (he also totally insists on being the one to handle the sugar glue because “it should hold the house together perfectly, but i don’t want you to burn your delicate fingers, schatzi”)

he’s busting out more candy from the pantry to really embellish the house (layering m&m’s to look like shingles, separating licorice twists into single strands to be strings for fairy lights, the works).

it’s truly far more fun than he would have thought!

the sound of your laugh as you sneak some of the stepping stones -er, gumdrops- is music to his ears.

the icing that he licks off your fingers (“stop squirming, liebling, it’s against safety regulations to build with messy hands. what if you cause an accident?”) tastes so much sweeter than the icing on his own hands.

the way your eyes light up as you see your house come together, prettier and sturdier than you imagined, is the cherry on top…

although now he’s insisting you two should make a whole gingerbread mansion, wanting to really show off for you <3

#yes he had to use the little plastic tweezers included with the kit to place the smaller candies #so what?#he got the job done #daisy original #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig x reader #cod x reader #konig call of duty #könig x you #cod drabble #könig fluff #könig #cod #call of duty #call of duty fluff #könig smut #cod christmas

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achilles-rage · 5 months ago

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achilles-rage’s twelve days of christmas

day eleven: wrapped in red (ft. eddie diaz)

summary: with the chaotic weeks leading up to christmas meaning that you and eddie have barely had a moment alone, you decide to surprise him with an early christmas gift.

word count: 2.7k

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a/n: sorry this is late, i’ve been having trouble writing smut lately. i hope this is okay!! and also i can’t believe this is the second last day of twelve days!! i don’t want it to end!! at least i still have one more day, and possibly a part two to my rocker secret santa fic (depending on how i feel). anyway, enjoy<33

warnings: smut, hint at predator/prey kink(??), no use of y/n, fem!reader, plus size!reader, race inclusive!reader

With the holidays coming up, life with Eddie has been extremely chaotic. If you’re not anxiously looking for gifts that Christopher has asked for – that every other kid in LA wants too, apparently – then you’re shopping for gifts for your friends and family, or planning Christmas parties, or attending Christmas parties. Honestly, you’re barely even sure that you or Eddie has had a moment to yourself since December 1st.

This also means that you’ve barely gotten a moment with Eddie for weeks, and you’re starting to get a little bit restless. Other than the occasional touches when you’re both just waking up; barely conscious enough to open your eyes and hands wandering aimlessly and with no real intentions, you can’t remember the last time Eddie has properly fucked you.

So, you came up with an idea: wrap yourself up and surprise him with some festive lingerie. It’s, admittedly, a little silly, but you’re sure that Eddie will appreciate it. At the very least, he’ll get a good laugh out of it.

You already have the perfect wrapping paper; a bright red, sparkly design with small white snowflakes, so all you have to do is cut it and tape it together. You decide to only make a little skirt out of it, instead picking out a beautiful green lingerie set with a small red bow on the bra, and one on the panties. You even add a gift tag reading “To: Eddie, From: Santa”

Before Eddie gets home, you get ready; putting on your set and your skirt, and then you decide at the last minute to put two big red Christmas bows on your bra, right where the straps meet the cups on the front.

You’re extremely proud of your skirt; you’d found a tutorial online for a pleated wrapping paper skirt, and it turned out perfectly. Now, all you have to do is wait for Eddie to get home.

Christopher is at Buck’s for the night, probably baking cookies and building gingerbread houses if you know them at all, so you have your boyfriend all to yourself.

When you hear the front door open and shut, you smile to yourself, then step out of the hallway and into Eddie’s sight. He’s in the middle of greeting you when his eyes land on you, and the words die on his lips as he takes you in.

“Why are you wearing wrapping paper?” he asks after a moment, brow raised as he focuses on the skirt. He tries extremely hard to not focus on your tits, otherwise, he might rip your skirt to shreds in a desperate attempt to see you naked underneath him, and he’s not sure what the skirt is for.

“Because I’m your present tonight. Do you- do you not like it?” you ask sheepishly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you look down at your outfit. You thought it was silly, sure, but you didn’t think he’d hate it. Instead of being met with a smile, he just looks confused, and it’s making your stomach churn and your hands fidget at your sides.

“No, no. I fucking love it, just wasn’t sure what it was for.” he reassures you, quickly closing the distance between you two and grabbing one of your hands. He gives you a smile, and you smile back, nodding slowly.

He raises your hand over your head and urges you to do a spin, and as you turn, he tries to look at every inch of exposed skin. He takes in your soft belly, and your chest sitting perfectly in your lace bra, and your bare legs, and his mouth waters.

When you’re turned to face him again, he pulls you toward him, moving the hand he’s holding to drape over his shoulder and then placing both of his hands on your waist. It’s now that you can see the lust in his eyes, and your smile widens as you feel your whole body get hot. Having his undivided attention after so long feels so fucking good.

“I missed having you like this, mi amor. I’m gonna make sure you don’t leave the bedroom until tomorrow morning. If you can even walk tomorrow morning.” he purrs, and you giggle softly, rolling your eyes.

“You like it that much?” you ask, eyes darting across his face so close to you as his eyes travel down your body again. He lets out a growl at the sight of your tits sitting so perfectly for him, and his next words come out low and raspy, which has your squeezing your legs together.

“I fucking love it. I feel like a little kid right now; all I want to do is rip the wrapping off my present.” You bring your hand up to run through the hair on the back of his head, which makes him finally look back up into your eyes.

“So do it.” you tell him, raising a challenging brow. He smirks, and lets his hands run over the paper and down to your hips.

He lets out a quiet chuckle when he reads the gift tag you’ve attached to the waist of your skirt, and then in one quick motion, he rips the paper off of you.

You’re left in just your matching bra and panties, and he groans when he sees the tiny red bow sitting on the waistband of your panties. Like a present. All for him.

His hands are gripping your hips hard as he looks down at your body, a grip threatening to leave bruises as he drinks in all your dips and curves. He can’t believe you did this all for him. If you were to ask him what he wanted for Christmas, he’d say that this is it. Just you.

“Bedroom. Now.” he growls, and without another word, you turn on your heel, practically vibrating in excitement. He smacks your ass as soon as you turn, and you squeal at the impact, looking over your shoulder at him as you keep walking.

He has a predatory look in his eyes as he watches you, and when he begins to stalk after you, eyes narrowed and chest puffed out, you let out something between a giggle and a squeal. You begin to run to the bedroom, your heart racing in your chest as you begin to feel like you’re being hunted.

He runs after you, footsteps heavy as they hit the hardwood, and when you both get to his room, he grabs your hips and pulls you back against his chest.

“Uh uh, why are you trying to get away? You’re my gft, remember? I get to play with you however I want.” he rasps in your ear, causing shivers to shoot down your spine. You can feel his hard length pressing against your back, and you let out a soft whimper, slowly moving your ass back against him.

He lets out a hiss as his grip gets tighter against your hips, then turns you around and pushes you onto the bed in one quick movement.

You bounce gently as you hit the mattress, and when you look up at him again, you back up on the bed, watching him step closer and drink in your plush figure. He pulls his shirt off quickly, and then his pants and boxers, and when he’s completely naked, he crawls onto the bed and towards you.

He meets your lips hungrily, his hips grinding against you and letting you feel the hardness of his cock. Your hands go to his sides as you kiss him with equal fervour, letting your tongues meet each other as you feel your brain go fuzzy. He’s barely started and you already feel so overwhelmed with his touch, and his attention.

He moves his kisses down to your neck, nipping and sucking as he goes, and when he reaches the top of your bra, he leans back and looks down at your dazed expression.

“Don’t know if I want to keep this on or rip it off of you.” he tells you in a low tone, letting his eyes move back down to your lace covered chest as he licks his lips.

“Well, what are you supposed to do with the wrapping on a gift?” you tease softly, quirking a brow with a small smirk.

He chuckles, then shrugs his shoulders as he looks back up into your eyes.

“Good point. Just wanna see you in it for a little while longer.” he mumbles. He presses one more hot kiss to your lips, then leans back on his knees and moves his hands up your legs until he gets to the edge of your panties.

He pulls them to the side quickly, then grabs the base of his cock and brings the tip down to slide between your folds. You both let out soft moans, and you spread your legs wider, letting him move freely as he slides the head of his cock along your clit.

You’re both desperate to feel all of each other, to get the sweet release you’ve been waiting weeks for, but Eddie is more patient than you, it seems. He wants to see you cum before he actually fucks you.

You sit up on your elbows as you watch him in a daze, biting your lip as he taps his cock against your dripping pussy.

It’s hard to resist the urge to bury himself to the hilt, but he holds back for now, enjoying your soft mewls and whimpers as he drags his cock through your folds in achingly slow movements.

“Eds, please.” you whine softly after a while, your eyes pleading as you look up at him. He chuckles softly, then pushes himself into you, just barely. He lets himself rock against you gently, hand firmly gripping the base of his cock as he lets his tip enter your desperate cunt.

He switches between this, and tapping the head of his cock against your clit, and pretty soon, you’re both close to the edge.

Your moans have gotten breathier, and your hands are gripping the sheets beside you as you feel that ball forming in your lower belly. And Eddie is slowly losing the ability to hold back; his cock moving deeper and deeper each time his tip slips between your glistening folds.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? You’re so pretty when you cum.” he rasps, and you nod quickly, letting out a soft whimper.

He chuckles lowly and pulls his cock away completely, instead using his hand to fist his cock as his other hand comes down to circle two fingers around your clit. You throw your head back as you near the edge, but when you hear him tut softly, you bring your head back up so he can meet your eyes.

“Look at me, baby. Watch me when you cum.” he tells you sternly, and in a few more seconds, you’re both falling over the edge with loud moans. He covers your cunt in his release, groaning at the sight of his seed painting your slick folds and dripping down onto the sheets below you.

He barely gives you enough time to come down from your high before he’s flipping you over on the bed. His hands move to your ass, massaging at the flesh before he brings a hand back and spanks you hard. You whimper, letting your body lurch forward in response to the surprise, and then he spanks you again, just to hear the harsh sound of skin meeting skin.

“Gorgeous, mi amor. And all mine.” he murmurs, then rips your panties off you and tosses them to the side.

You gasp at the sound of fabric ripping, and try to look over your shoulder at him with narrowed eyes.

“Eddie, I just bought those!” you argue, although you’re not really mad. They were expensive, but you can’t deny that the action has desire pooling in your belly.

“I’ll replace them.” is all he says before he reaches down to your hips and brings you up onto your knees, face now pushed into the mattress as he spreads your ass cheeks and takes in the sight of your pulsing cunt.

You shiver when you feel the head of his cock teasing your folds again, but it doesn’t last long; he’s desperate to feel you wrapped around him completely. When he pushes into you, he buries himself to the hilt, letting his hips meet yours as he grips at your flesh hard.

You moan into the sheets, body moving forward at the force behind his actions, and when he pulls out almost completely just to bully into you again, you moan louder.

His hips pick up their pace, and as they snaps against yours, flesh slapping against flesh, his hands roam your body, squeezing and massaging at your ass and your thighs.

“Taking me so well, mi amor. Fuck-” he groans, tip kissing your cervix as he relishes in the way you squeeze his cock so perfectly.

He watches the way your ass and thighs jiggle with each thrust, and he has to tilt his head back and close his eyes for a moment, focusing on not cumming too soon.

You moan loudly under him, eyes clouded with pure bliss as he fucks into you roughly, hands eager to touch every inch of skin. When you reach your hand back in a desperate attempt to feel him, he grabs your hand and brings it behind your back, then moves your other one to the same spot and holds your wrists there with one large hand.

“You like that, baby, huh?” he asks, and all you can do is nod, whimpering as his hips meet yours harshly.

When you begin to push your ass back towards him, he growls, then releases your wrists and brings both hands around to your front and squeezes your soft tummy between his fingers. His thrusts momentarily stop as his front presses against your back, but when he pulls you up with him, back still pressed against him, his hips continue their unrelenting pace.

One hand goes back to your hip, helping you move back to meet his thrusts while the other cups one of your tits and squeezes it. He rolls your nipple between his fingers as he feels it bounce with each thrust of his cock, and he can feel himself beginning to twitch inside of you as he gets close to the edge.

“You wanna cum with me, baby? Cum on my cock?” he murmurs in your ear.

“Yes, please. Please, Eds.” you whine, and he smirks, moving his hips harder, if at all possible.

“Cum with me, baby. Let me feel you.” he tells you sternly, and in no time you’re clenching around him as you cum.

When he feels the way your pussy squeezes his cock as you let go with a loud whimper, he lets go, filling you to the brim as he keeps himself buried deep inside you.

You feel him paint your walls with his cum, and you lean your head back against his shoulder in pure bliss, letting your eyes flutter shut as you ride out your high.

He slowly pulls out with a groan, and lets his hands travel up and down your sides as you lean back against him.

“God, I’ve missed this.” he tells you quietly, feeling himself come down from his high, your skin under his fingertips helping to ground him and forget all about the stress of the holidays.

“I love you.” you whisper, trying to catch your breath as you feel your pulsing cunt clenching around nothing. You can feel the mess between your thighs, but you hardly care.

If you know Eddie at all, he’s not done with you yet, anyway.

“I love you, mi amor.” he whispers back, then kisses the side of your neck before helping you lay back down on the bed.

“That was the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” he teases softly as he crawls over you.

You giggle as he begins to press kisses across your face, not leaving an inch of skin unkissed.

“I’m glad.”

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komoboko · 5 months ago

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𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬, 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐨

genya shinazugawa x gn!reader ・romantic but can be read as platonic if u try really hard ・genya's pov

im ngl the Christmas spirit encourage me to open this app again

Genya has never been the biggest fan of the christmas season. To be fair, he wasn't that big of a fanatic about any big holiday. It's not like he was a complete grump who hated holiday cheer like the grinch, he just never really cared for it to much. The jolly season was simply just another day for him.

He used to celebrate the holidays often. When his family was still whole, before that tragic day where he lost everything dear to him. Before his brother disassociated him like they weren't related by flesh and blood. Before that, he used to be excited when a new holiday happened. Used to go out of his way to celebrate or decorate the homes and bake cookies. Genya used to be a real fan of the holidays when he was with people, celebrating together.

After those events he just lost interest in celebrating the season. He didn't really have anybody to celebrate them with, to make these seasons worthwhile. So why celebrate at all? After each year passing by him he simply began to forget about the Christmas cheer he once felt. The only things that reminded him was when he checked his own calendar or saw people wearing festive clothing or doing things that people insisted to do during the holidays.

Yet when you came into his life, Genya couldn't figure out why he began to get invested. He bundled up in his winter clothing and left his house to go and throw snowballs at you on a snowy hill. How Genya found himself actually walking through an array of christmas trees that were on sale. He came to your house to bake cookies and assemble a gingerbread house. Even if that house did not stand up for very long after genya slammed his hand on the table too hard. He was happy it got a heart laugh out of you rather than utter surprise or disappointment.

He found himself lingering around more things you liked as each day passed getting closer and closer to Christmas day. Genya found himself sitting in-front of a box and spending hours and hours trying to figure out how to wrap the gift perfectly. He ended up succumbing to his own defeat and stopping by Gyomei's estate to get a proper gift wrap tutorial. He still found it astounding how he had to be taught by a man who couldn't even see what he was wrapping at all. He made sure not to say that part out loud though.

When the moon sets and the sun rises to the next morning, Genya wasn't surprised to hear a knock on his door. He shuffles towards it as he winces feeling how the ugly sweater he was wearing made him want to rip it off and burn it immediately. He opens the door as he sees your face with a cheery smile, bundled up in the cold even though he can see the ugly sweater i was wearing peaking out from my jacket.

"Genya! Merry Christmas!" He smiles hearing my voice say his name. He couldn't describe it but it made him feel fuzzy on the inside. The cool breeze rushing through as he opens his arms to beckoning you inside to get out of the cold. His eyes flashing to the gift in my hand and my excitement to see he actually put a tree up and there was a neatly wrapped gift with your name on it underneath. And for the first time in a long time, Genya says a genuine.

"Merry Christmas, to you. too"

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taojjang · 5 months ago

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𐙚 paper snowflakes ᯓ o.sr.ᐟ

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ advent calendar, day fifteen! pairing: bf!shotaro x reader, genre: fluff! warnings: none, taro is just a cutie :)

synopsis: after scolding poor taro for buying too many christmas decorations, he finds a way to cheat the system. there's no way you could be upset with him for the cute little arts and crafts date he'll propose!

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"shotaro, what's this?" you sternly call from the doorway. taro turns his head to you with his arms halfway in the air, catching him in the act of putting up a new christmas wreath. "oh, hi honey! how was work?" you sigh, looking around the newly decorated kitchen. "it was fine. what's all of this?" taro smiled and stepped down from the stepstool, dusting the pine needles off his hands. "i bought new decorations this morning! how does it look?!" gulping while forcing a smile, you muttered through your teeth, "it's beautiful, baby. but i told you we're tight on money, right? how much did this cost?" taro's smile slowly dropped as he anxiously scratched the back of his head. "about.. $160..." he muttered beneath his breath.

you closed your eyes and sighed in discontent. although you love how excited taro is for the holidays, you were growing frustrated with how oblivious he was to how detrimental christmas was to your wallet. taro cautiously walked toward you and held your hand, stroking his thumb over your skin. "i'm sorry, love. i completely forgot... i can return some stuff, okay?" you shook your head and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. "no, it's alright. just be careful what you buy, please." taro nodded and gently rested his arms around your waist, whining soft apologies against your shoulder.

shotaro felt terrible for making you so frustrated. the budget talk had completely flown over his head once he saw the pretty decorations at the store since all he wanted to do was surprise you with a lovely house to come home to. even after being scolded, he still wanted to make the house pretty for you. so once he got his paycheck, he drove to the nearest craft supply store and got to work.

you laughed as shotaro emptied the bag of art supplies on the table ahead of you. "since decor is so expensive, we should make some ourselves! i found cute tutorials online for us!" you couldn't help but feel terrible for making taro feel bad. you smiled and cupped taro's face in your hands, leaving a peck on the tip of his nose. "i'm sorry for being mean about your decorations, baby." shotaro shook his head and returned the kiss to your lips. "i don't blame you, love. don't be sorry. let's have a date night and make decorations!" you laughed, brushing taro's hair away from his face. "sounds good!" taro giggled and gathered all of the art supplies on the table.

paper snowflakes!

as you sit on the floor at the coffee table, taro places a stack of white cardstock ahead of you. "let's make paper snowflakes!" taro cheers, sitting beside you. you sit patiently as taro watches a tutorial on youtube, repeating the directions to you in a soft voice. "fold the paper three times into a triangle like this," you carefully watched his hands and copied his motions, coaxing a lighthearted compliment from him. "good job, love! you're doing well! now, we can cut shapes into the triangle any way you'd like." taro watched you carefully cut small shapes into the paper, urging you to be cautious with the blades. once the two of you unfolded the paper, taro laughed and held the wonky snowflake up, cheering, "it's so cute! good job, honey!"

clay ornaments!

"what's next?" you asked, pushing the paper snowflakes aside. taro grinned and grabbed a tub of airdry clay from behind him. "we'll make ornaments! i got clay and a bunch of paint we can use!" after grabbing a handful of clay, taro kneaded it into his fist. suddenly, his eyes lit up and his head shot to you. "baby, let's make matching gingerbread men!" that huge smile on his face was irrefutable. so the two of you began molding the clay into tiny figures of gingerbread men. the room was filled with grossed-out giggles from the nasty sensation of wet clay on your hands. though you were supposed to be crafting ornaments, taro's hands were prodding at your cheeks, teasing you with his mud-covered hands. "shotaro, seriously! don't put that on me!" taro pouted and turned back to his gingerbread man, muttering, "sorry... for this!" your jaw dropped into a disturbed gasp as taro pinched your cheek with his muddy fingers. but how could you be mad at him with that adorable smile on his face? :(

after washing the clay from your hands, taro picked up a wet towel and gently wiped the dried mud off your face. "did you have fun?" he asked, lifting your face to meet his gaze. you melted into a giggly mess after meeting his eyes. "definitely! we should make more tomorrow!" shotaro laughed and pressed his lips against your now-clean cheek. "we can do it any time you'd like, honey. thank you for spending time with me tonight!" you nodded and beamed at him, assuring him, "of course taro, i love being with you! but i'll make sure to get my payback!" taro laughed and tenderly brushed your hair away from your face. but as he leaned in to meet your lips, you picked up the muddy towel and smeared clay over his cheek. taro gasped and stared at you with pure betrayal. "that's what you get!" you teased running off to your bedroom. taro let out a shocked laugh and began wiping the clay away.

taro couldn't be angry no matter what you did, as long as you were smiling.

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emsprovisions · 5 months ago

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❄️ Day 12 - The Gingerbread House ❄️

🎁 Today's fic is dedicated to @chicgeekgirl89

Summary: TK and Carlos enjoy a double date night with Mateo and Nancy building gingerbread houses.

Word count: 598

24 Days of Tarlos Masterpost

TK knocks and Mateo opens Nancy’s door with a smile. “Hey, guys! Come on in!”

They were down to just two couples for this hang and Mateo had come up with the brilliant idea of a double date night building gingerbread houses. Carlos was only too happy when Nancy and Mateo offered to host, meaning he didn’t have to stress about frosting, sprinkles, and candy going everywhere Lizzie the dog would surely investigate.

TK has dressed accordingly for this gingerbread date by wearing a t-shirt with a gingerbread man whose leg has been snapped off that says “oh, snap!” He thought it was hilarious, and Carlos loves indulging his husband’s whims.

They step over the threshold of Nancy’s cozy apartment and she comes around the corner with her loud, jubilant greeting, and a round of hugs despite the fact she saw TK when they got off shift this morning.

“It smells good in here, Nance,” TK compliments and Nancy points at the kitchen.

“Teo and I have been making cookies.”

“It felt appropriate,” Mateo nods.

“Pizza should be here soon,” Nancy finishes. “Y’all want something to drink?”

A little while later, Carlos is situated at a barstool at Nancy’s kitchen island, sitting beside his husband, each with a can of cranberry sprite in their hands, slices of pizza off to the side, and a shared gingerbread house kit in front of them. Nancy and Mateo are at the other end of the island in a mirrored position. Nancy’s playing holiday hits through the speaker in her kitchen and TK is scrolling through Pinterest for gingerbread house designs.

“How about a sort of classic look, babe?” TK asks, showing Carlos his phone with a gingerbread house with white icing swirls on the roof, decorated in gumdrops and peppermints.

“That’s pretty, but neither of us are exactly artists,” Carlos points out.

“No, but, you have a steady hand,” TK points out. “You have pretty cursive and you’ve written in icing on some of my cakes. The rest is just having an eye for detail, which we both have.”

Carlos doesn’t stop himself from reaching over to squeeze TK’s hand. “Let’s give it a shot.”

An hour later, TK and Carlos and Nancy and Mateo have two assembled gingerbread houses between them.

TK and Carlos had been a good team, decorating each piece before assembling the whole thing, working together to hold the walls up in place until the icing solidified enough to hold steady as the other attached another piece. They added finishing touches with more candy and sprinkles and TK is beaming. It isn’t quite Pinterest worthy, and they’re both covered in icing–TK pointed out Carlos got some in his hair–but TK’s grin makes it worth it.

Mateo and Nancy’s gingerbread house is surprisingly elegant, with expert piping around the trim of the house and a pretty swooping pattern on the roof.

“Did y’all practice before we came or something?” TK laughs, as he takes a picture of their houses side by side.

“I watched a ton of tutorials,” Mateo shrugs.

“And I have a sister who’s a baker. She taught me how to pipe frosting like that,” Nancy adds in. “But we did decide on a design earlier.”

TK shakes his head with a laugh. “Well yours looks amazing.”

“Uh, so does yours! I love the candy cane arches!” Nancy exclaims.

“This was a perfect date night idea,” Carlos smiles, draping an arm around TK. “And we made a beautiful house, babe.”

The grin TK turns on him is blinding, and so full of love. “Yes, we did.”

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