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Base Yandere The Grinch: He Is A Obsessed One, Mr. Grinch (The Grinch 2018) (Headcanons)

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[Hello, My Sexy Muffins, and welcome back to another chapter. This chapter will be Yandere The Grinch, from the Grinch 2018. I hope that you all enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: The Grinch (2018 The Grinch) is not yandere in canon, this is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters and fictional is fine as long as you are not gross or illegal about it, and remember to separate fiction from reality! Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life.)

(Once again, please enjoy this!]

-Base Headcanons With The Grinch, from 2018 The Grinch-

.He's a mean one, Mr. Grinch

.He really is a heel

.He is as cuddly as a cactus

.But now there is one person, who really makes him feel

.Mr. Grinch! is completely and utterly obsessed with his darling YOU

.AND That is TRUE

.Mr. Grinch or the grinch was an orphan in his life. He ended up hating Christmas because no one wanted him.

.He was always alone. With no one to love and no one to love him.

.Now in the modern day he has met the most stunning person he has ever met.

.That is you, you are not turned off by him and are determined to make him smile.

.At first, he tolerates you at best but makes it clear he is not interested.

.As this goes on he is very excited to see you in the village, though he would never admit it.

.He is a grumpy guss who would never admit he likes seeing you every day.

.You could tell though that he enjoys your company but do not tell him.

.He slowly realizes yes he does have feelings for you.

.What really gets him to realize he is in love with you?

.Is seeing some UNWORTHY Who kissing your cheek under some mistletoe.

.OH NO

.That is NOT going to happen.

. He realizes he is in love with you and suddenly is wanting to see you more often.

.Even asking if you would want to move in with him.

.Though he is guarded because he is afraid of your rejecting him so he keeps his guard up.

.This is an odd yandere type for sure. In which he is guarded but also extremely possessive and protective.

.Though since he is guarded he is not telling you why and refuses to explain even snapping at you that it does not matter or you should know.

.It is not to blame you but he just never had any experience expressing romance or care.

.He loves tormenting the whos and being a bit cruel and even sadistic while he does it.

.Though he does have a softer side, he genuinely cares for you and his dog max.

.He sees you as the only person who has been there for him.

.He wants to be a family with you and max.

.Though he is afraid that you will reject him if you knew how he felt.

.He has a bit of doubt in that and that he is worth being loved so he keeps you at a bit of a distance.

.When he does get the confidence to talk to you more romantically he is nervous as he has never done this before.

.He does not know how to flirt and is very awkward, though you find it adorable.

.He deals with rivals by tormenting them away from you and making inventions to keep rivals away from you.

.He is very much that protective man that they are not good enough for you.

.How he would confess it would be a day, not Christmas in which he asks you to join him for dinner. He of course is awkward but he does get it out.

.If you say yes he is kind of shocked but then so happy and his heart grew three sizes that day and so did his obsession.

.If you say no he plays it off as fine and then when he leaves he gets angry how could he be so stupid to think YOU Could ever love someone like him? No One could love him so what does it even matter?

-Now one onto the scenarios ;3 you are reading this in my youtube video is the scenario!-

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS the last Christmas physical one. You will only be able to find the north one (the chaotic mess it is) when I posted on youtube on the 25th or 26th Anyways I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all my sexy muffins and happy holidays!]

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~ Bruce Wayne x Fem!Reader

~ Explicit smut

~ Reader is alluded to be smaller than Bruce, but appearance is otherwise not described

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C/W: Smut, PiV penetration, Mdom, Healthy Dom/Sub dynamics (consent checks, aftercare, establishment of a safeword, etc.), Bondage, Oral (male & female receiving), Finger sucking, Fingering, Slight slapping, Spit, Face fucking, Slight humiliation, Praise and degradation, Pet names (Angel, Pretty, Baby, Girl/Good girl, Sir, Slut), Dacryphilia, Pussy job, Cervix fucking, Mating press, Slight Breeding, Creampie, Size difference

It's the holiday season, and what could be a better gift than you, all wrapped up in a pretty, red ribbon?

Bruce found himself collapsing into a plush chair, massaging his temples as he stared down into the crowd from his position on the balcony. He tugged at the neck of his fluffy, green, turtle neck, the one his wife, Y/n had begged him to wear. Apparently, they matched, as she was dressed in a gorgeous gown with a red, corseted bodice, and a flowing, green, tulle skirt.

As if sensing his dismay, Y/n climbed up the staircase leading to the balcony Bruce was hiding away on, her heels clicking against the marble floor alerting him of her presence. He didn't look up as she wrapped her arms around him from behind, the smell of her expensive perfume flooding his nose as she hugged him. He looked at her over his shoulder as she pulled away, taking in her appearance.

She looked perfect. He hair was curled and artfully pinned atop her head with ribbons, the bodice of her gown was tailored to her exactly, pushing her breasts up and together. It drew attention to her necklace that accentuated her neck, the gold bejeweled with bright red rubies that flattered her skin tone.

Y/n stroked Bruce's cheek with a gloved hand, a big, warm smile decorating her face as she kissed the tip of his nose, a smudge of lipgloss left in her wake. She giggled as he wiped it away with a cloth napkin on the table. Though, her smile dimmed a bit when she noticed the less than happy expression on her husband's face.

"I . . ." She looked down at the crowd of people over the balcony, people of all classes eating, drinking, and dancing together in the Wayne Manor ballroom. She had begged Bruce to throw a Christmas Gala, to have an open invitation so that it would be available to everyone, and not just the famous and wealthy, though now she could see that it really was begging to wear him down.

She ran her fingers through his hair, the perfectly slicked locks now wild from him running his hands through his hair multiple times. "Thank you, Bruce." She whispered, pressing her forehead to his. "I know you don't usually like these things, and you really didn't-"

"I wanted to." He cut her off as she began to ramble, a pout on her painted lips. "It's my gift." He stroked her chin with his thumb. "As long as you enjoy yourself, then I'll be happy."

Y/n nodded, though not fully convinced. Bruce hated galas, and parties, or public events of any kind, and he sacrificed valuable time so he could attend, and not just leave his wife to host it on her own. Y/n pressed her forehead to his once again, before hearing someone call her name from below. She turned to Bruce, who gave her his best reassuring smile, before quickly leaving his line of sight amongst the partygoers.

Bruce didn't see her the rest of the night, not even when the event came to an end and everyone began pouring out of the manor, gifts in hand. He had asked Alfred if he had seen her, but it seems the old man was just as clueless to her whereabouts as he was. Bruce tried not to think about all of the situations she could be in, his headache from earlier quickly worsening with every moment.

He was finally able to escape to his and Y/n's shared room once Damian and Duke were snug in bed, and the rest of his children were home for the night. He was still worried about her, though, as it was soon replaced with relief. And then, with arousal.

He found Y/n on their bed, her arms and legs constrained with a single red ribbon. In her mouth was another ribbon, preventing her from speaking as Bruce locked the door behind him, and traversed beside her on the bed, all while never taking his eyes off her. He chuckled to himself as he stroked her head, his eyes trailing her restrained figure.

"What is this, huh? Is this my gift?" Y/n nodded, her eyes wide as she stared up at Bruce's imposing figure, looming over her from the bedside. Bruce's fingers ghosted down her cheek before brushing against her lips, her lip gloss smudged and partially removed from the cloth ribbon between her teeth. He tugged the ribbon out of her mouth, replacing the fabric gag with his thumb.

His pants tightened as he watched her suck on his thumb without prompting. "Good girl," He cooed. "Such an obedient little slut for me." Y/n nodded around his finger, her eyes never leaving his as she circled his thumb with her tongue, hollowing her cheeks around the appendage.

Bruce pulled his thumb from her mouth, a string of spit connecting it to her tongue as she briefly chased after it. "You gonna be my good girl? Gonna use your words?" Bruce stroked Y/n's heir, the ribbons from earlier now absent. "Yes sir." She said, her eyes glossy and her cheeks and ears on fire. "Gonna be good. Gonna be your good girl."

"Then stick out your tongue for me, baby." Bruce commanded, leaning down and enveloping it in his own mouth when she immediately followed his orders. He palmed his stiffening cock through his pants. He hissed as he pulled away, unzipping his green pants and sliding them down just far enough to take his cock out.

He pumped his shaft to full firmness as he practically glared down at Y/n, watching as she bit her glossy lip in anticipation. He watched her squirm in her bindings, the red ribbon decorating her barse skin. It tied her wrists together in front of her, going down and tieing her knees and ankles as well.

Bruce groaned as he jerked himself off in front of his wife. "You gonna suck my cock pretty girl? Gonna make me feel good?" Y/n bit her lip so hard Bruce worried she might draw blood, as she rapidly nodded her head. Bruce brough his free hand down upon Y/n's cheek, just hard enough to sting. "Use your words, girl." He lightly squeezed her cheeks as he made her look at him.

"I wanna suck your cock, sir!" She wriggled around in her binding, her cunt growing slick as Bruce teased her with his cock. He smiled, brushing his thumb against his head, swiping off a bead of precum and pushing it between her lips.

He bit his own lip as Y/n tasted him. "That's it . . . that's my good fucking girl." Bruce straddled Y/n's chest, kneeling over her as he pressed his cock to her swollen lips. She opened her mouth wide for Bruce, sticking out her tongue as she waited for his permission.

Bruce rested his tip against her tongue, thrusting his hips lightly as pearls of his precum spread across her muscle, before pushing further into Y/n's mouth. He paused when she started to choke on his length, even though was only about halfway in. "Breath, baby. You can take it."

He grunted as she swallowed him deeper, breathing through her nose. "That's it . . . That's it."He held back her hair so he could see her entire face. "Just like that." He groaned, the warmth of her mouth sending a shiver run up his spine.

He continued to mumble praises as she took him deeper and deeper down her throat, his hips thrusting in front of her face. He began to increase his pace, his ears burning as the sound of his wife gagging on his cock filled the room.

Bruce held Y/n's head still as he fucked her throat, spit dripping down her chin and pooling across her chest, glossing her tits and slicking her lips. He grunted as his muscles tightened, a sign of his impending orgasm.

He pulled out of Y/n's mouth, rapidly pumping his shaft before thick, white spurts of his creamy cum landed on her face and waiting tongue. "Don't." He warned when he saw her begin retracting her cum covered tongue back into her mouth.

Y/n's face was on fire, humiliation coursing through her veins as the cum mixed with the excess saliva on her tongue and began to drip down onto her and chest. She whined, pleading for Bruce to let her swallow. "What do you want, angel?" He lightly tapped her cheek, reminding her to speak. "You said you were gonna be good. I can't do anything unless you tell me what you want."

"Wan'-" She huffed, trying to speak with her tongue sticking out. "Wanna swallow. Wanna swallow your cum, sir." It was unclear, but Bruce deciphered her words, laughing at her as she shivered, pleading with wide, tear-struck eyes. "Just stay there a little longer baby," he panted, stroking her hair. "I wanna get a good look at you like this."

She looked even better like this, her hair messy from laying against the pillows, her hardened nipples showing through the soaked, red ribbon that laid across her chest. Bruce bit his lip and groaned, his cock still painfully hard.

Y/n's thighs rubbed together in an attempt to stimulate her neglected heat. "Bruce," she whined, drool and cum seeping across her body the longer her tongue was out. "Please sir . . . please let me swallow." Bruce reached a hand down between her thighs, his fingers just barely brushing against her cunt.

"There's my good girl. Go ahead, baby, since you asked so nicely."

Y/n pulled her tongue back into her mouth, savoring the taste of the cum that hadn't slipped off her tongue and onto her tits. Bruce pressed firmly on her clit, circling it with broad, slow circles. Y/n whined again, pleading for him to increase his speed. Bruce, tired of her misbehavior, lightly slapped her clit. "Last warning. Either take what I give you, or use your fucking words."

Bruce hovered his hand over her mound, threatening to smack her again should she continue to misbehave. "I-I'm s-sorry sir, I'll be good!" Bruce thought for a moment. "Come to think of it . . . maybe you don't even deserve to cum, huh? Maybe I should just fuck your mouth and not your pretty pussy, leave you squirming, all tied up so you can't touch yourself."

"Is that what you fucking want?" Bruce stroked her lower lips, teasing her by not touching her clit. "No sir!" Y/n furiously shook her head, flexing her hips to try and get Bruce to properly touch her. "I wanna cum! I want you to fuck my pussy, sir! Please!" Bruce leaned down, his forehead pressed against her own. "Then be good."

He punctuated his sentence with a final smack to her clit, rubbing rapid circles against her pearl before she could react. Bruce watched her face, stray tears slipping down her cheeks as her mouth hung open. "How's that feel, baby? Am I making you feel good?" Y/n thrashed in her bindings, rutting her hips against Bruce's skilled hand.

"Ngh~ Feels good, sir! Feels so good!" Y/n huffed, panting as Bruce brought her closer and closer to her first orgasm of the night. Bruce smirked, his pressure and speed increasing ever so slightly, just enough to bring his wife to the brink of climax. Sensing her orgasm, Bruce leaned forwards, catching her lips with his own as his fingers finally pushed Y/n over the edge, never slowing down as he helped her ride out her orgasm.

Once he felt her juices leak Bruce ripped down the red velvet that his her soft mounds from his sight, leaving the ribbon tying her wrists together, doing the same for her legs, untying her knees but leaving her ankles as her pushed her legs apart. He pushed in two long, thick fingers, curling them against that spongy spot inside of Y/n, and watching her every slight reaction.

"Sir, please! I'll be good! I'll be good, just, please!" Y/n begged, her legs spread wide for Bruce, his palm rubbing her clit as his fingers skillfully thrust in and out of her warm, slick walls. "Please what, pretty? What do you need?" Bruce grunted as he kneeled above her, one hand between her thighs, one hand gripping the wooden headboard, the wood lightly splintering from his tight grip.

"I need your cock, sir! Please fuck me already!" Bruce chuckled, feeling her heat squeeze around his fingers. "You want my cock? You want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?" The sound of his palm slapping against Y/n's clit as he finger fucked her filled the room. The sound of Y/n's desperate huffs and moans was like music to his ears, the tears streaming down her face more beautiful than any original in his gallery.

A desperate "Yes sir!" slipping past her lips without her even having to think about it. Bruce smirked, continuing to finger her as he moved his thumb to circle her aching, neglected clit. "Almost pretty, almost. Wanna taste you first." Bruce released the headboard, holding both of her wrists in one, large hand. "Can you be patient for me, baby? Let me taste you?"

Bruce somehow further increased his pace, loud squelches echoing in the large room. "Fuck!" He groaned, feeling Y/n tighten around his fingers once again as she rapidly approached her second orgasm. "Come on, baby! Let me fucking taste you." He continued thrusting his fingers for a few more moments, quickly pulling them out when Y/n whimpered out a "yes, sir".

He let go of her wrists, ripping off his sweat soaked sweater as he moved to lay on his stomach between Y/n's legs. He flattened his tongue, licking a long, firm stripe up her soaking wet cunt. He wrapped his laps around her clit, sucking her nub before releasing with a wet 'pop'.

He lifted her thighs, shoving his tongue into her hole as deep as possible, before replacing it with his fingers. He carefully thrusted his fingers in and out as he returned to sucking her clit, curling them against her g spot as he listened to her moans and cries, the strong suction throwing her over the edge.

He didn't stop as more of her juices coated his chin and fingers, leaking down and soaking the sheets beneath her. He licked up as much of her essence as possible as she eventually came down from her high. Once he was finished, Bruce rose back up on his hands, capturing Y/n's lips with his, letting her taste her own juices on his tongue.

She moaned into his mouth, chasing after him when he inevitably pulled away from her. He shoved his pants down the rest of the way, kicking them across the room, before hovering over Y/n once again, pinning her wrists above her head as he lined his cock up with her hole.

"You want it, baby? You want me to fuck you?" Y/n pulled her lip between her teeth, her eyes magnetized to the space between the two of them. She nodded, whining when Bruce thrusted his cock against her, rather than inside her, selfishly using her slick mound to get himself off. "Look at me," Bruce gave her no time to comply, grabbing her face again as he forced her to keep her eyes on him, his cockhead catching on her clit as he thrust his hips.

"I need a yes or a no, pretty." "Yes!" Y/n's teeth released her lower lip, as she shouted, her skin swollen from the biting and kissing. "Yes, sir! Please, I want it! I want you to fuck me!"

Bruce lined himself back up with her pussy, smirking at her desperate tone as he prepared to penetrate her. "S'all you had to say, baby . . ." Without further warning he thrust his cock inside of her, stilling when he felt her tight walls begin resisting him. He threw his head back, a guttural groan escaping him as he entered his wife's tight walls.

"Shit, baby," He groaned, panting above his wife's body. He grabbed her wrists again, holding them above her head as he slowly began fucking deeper, her hole accepting him little by little, stilling again once he was fully inside her.

"Bruce . . ." Y/n whined, wiggling her hips. "Please, sir, want you to move." Bruce shallowly pumped his hips, his cock brushing against her puckered cervix. He looked down at her face, holding back a laugh when she wriggled and squirmed in his hold. "Sir, please!" She sobbed.

"All right, all right. No more teasing. You remember the word?" Y/n nodded, though, she quickly corrected herself. "Yes, sir, I remember." Bruce leaned down, pressing a chaste kiss to her sweaty hearline. "There's my good little slut. M' gonna move now, okay?" He stroked one of her wrists with his thumb. "O-okay," Y/n warbled out, her head rolling forward at the feeling of being stuffed with Bruce's cock.

Bruce pulled his hips away, till only his tip remained inside, before slamming his hips forwards, stealing Y/n's breath from her lungs. His hips pounded hers, the sound of their love a beautiful cacophony that overwhelmed both of their senses. "How's that, baby? That feel good?" Y'n didn't respond, her eyes rolled back into her head at the feeling of Bruce's bruising thrusts.

He decided to be nice, continuing his firm movements, encouraged by the little gasps and moans that subconsciously escaped his wife. He made no effort to hold back his own noises, grunting and groaning as he pushed Y/n's knees to her chest, hitting deeper than what would be thought possible.

Bruce held her legs down with one hand, resting some of his weight on her as he continued to fuck her deeply, gripping the headboard again to give himself more leverage. Y/n pressed her hands to his chest, her fingernails digging into his skin. She needed something to keep her tethered to the world as he fucked her. She sobbed whenever he hit a certain spot, and Bruce made sure to brush against it with every thrust.

"That's it, baby! Take it just like that!" He grunted, his strokes firm, yet perfectly angled to hit her sweet spot. He groaned, his hand on the headboard shooting down to rub Y/n's clit again. He felt his own orgasm creeping ever closer as she squeezed his length. "Gonna cum on my cock, huh? Gonna cum on this fucking cock?"

At this point he was talking more to himself, as Y/n was very clearly not entirely all there, drool dripping down the side of her gaping mouth, and her eyes rolled all the way back into her skull. "You're such a perfect little slut for me. Oh, take it, baby."

The wooden headboard slammed against the wall at the force of his thrusts, and if he was less consumed with his wife's tight, wet flesh, he'd be more thankful that he'd had all of the rooms in the manor soundproofed. Nevertheless, he groaned, his blood running hot as he felt Y/n dig her nails into his skin, deep enough to leave angry, red crescents.

"That's it, that's it, that's it," He chanted, his fingers slicked with Y/n's juices as he circled her clit. "That's it, baby, cum on my cock!" Y/n sobbed, juices gushing around Bruce's cock as her walls gripped him, almost refusing to let him pull out, not that he wanted to. Part of this gift was going to be the feeling of his wife's warm pussy as he came inside her.

He wasn't too far behind her, the muscles in his thighs and calves tightening as he fucked Y/n's cervix, his cock twitching inside her as hot, white cum gushed out around his shaft. He slowly fucked Y/n, his thrusts becoming shallow as he cahased his high. He let her legs drop, massaging them as the blood slowly started to return.

Once he caught his breath, he pulled the bow tying her wrists together, raising his hand to her cheek, stroking it with his thumb as he once again rested his forehead against hers. They stayed like that for a moment. "How . . ." he cleared his throat, his voice slightly hoarse.

"How do you feel? Are you hurt anywhere?" He slid his fingers into Y/n's hair, gently massaging her scalp as he spoke. In turn, she ran her hands across his chest and shoulders, massaging his traps. "No," Y/n shook her head. "I feel good. How about you, how do you feel?" Bruce dropped his head to rest in the crook between her neck and shoulder, kissing her sensitive skin.

"Mm," He ran his hand over her side, inhaling her natural scent. "Good." Y/n smiled, wrapping her arms around Bruce's shoulders and pulling him down, encouraging him to relax and drop his weight. He did just that, though, he still held himself up with his elbows, careful not to crush his wife.

He dug one arm under her, scooping her up and rolling over to his side, so she was laid across his chest. She giggled, resting her head against her husband's strong body. "Did you enjoy your gift?" She looked up at him with warm eyes and a tired smile.

"I did," Bruce smiled down at her, his expression mirroring hers. "Did you?" She leaned up, pressing a sweet, short kiss to his lips. "I loved it." She whispered, her throat a bit sore. Nothing some tea with honey and lemon couldn't fix in the morning. "Wanna take a bath?" Bruce asked, stroking Y/n's bare shoulder as she sleepily drew circles on his chest. "In a minute."

Bruce nodded, exhaustion overtaking his massive frame. He played with his wife's hair as she drifted into slumber on his chest. He basked in the glow of their love, a warm, sappy feeling swirling around inside him and squeezing his heart. He would wake her later, letting her sleep peacefully, for now.

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Yes Buggy and his hot wife are Roger and Jessica Rabbit, but if I may submit this comparison to the council:

✨Buggy and his wife are The Grinch and Martha May Whovier✨

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• This Crusty Bastard has had the heart of the most beautiful women in the world.

• And didn't even realize it-

• You had all met on Gol D Roger's ship- Buggy being a snot nosed apprentice with his gaggle of friends- While you being one of the few girls on the ship was a cup bearer for your father. Silvers Rayleigh.

• This made you incredibly off limits to all, Sheltered by a life of luxury your father provided as your only real 'job' was to fill his cup. Even Gol D Roger the famed Captian spoiled you in cute dresses and expensive bows.

• Turning you into the Doll of the Oro Jackson.

• A Princess Wrapped in Silver and Gold

• You still remembered the first day you ment him-

• Both of you 13 years old, fresh faced kids still needing the guidance of adults.

• You'd snuck off from your normal areas, wanting to explore the ship some more. That's till you saw a boy- His face covered in what seemed to be gunpowder as he filled homemade bombs with total care.

• His blue hair peaking out of the red hat and drawing you to step a big closer to get a better look.

• The Tull of your sparkling dress catching the corner of his eye as he spun around quickly holding a knife out.

• Then, Ocean eyes met Your own and time seemed to slow. Ever so slightly- Your cheeks warming as you gave a soft smile.

• "Hello" Your little voice slipped out, Buggy stating at you with unsure interest. A crooked smile on his lips as he greeting you quickly- "H-Hi!"

• "Is something wrong with your nose? It looks kinda funny" Buggy glares hard at you, making you blink in question at his reaction.

• Buggy covering his face, his ocean eyes starting to cloud with tears like a storm eyed he stared at you. "Whats so funny about my nose!? Huh!"

• "Well don't get angry- I don't mind. I think its cute. Im sorry if i offended you" You smile so sweetly, feeling bad for making his sad as Buggy felt his face start to glow.

• "You think.. My nose is cute?" He questioned, making you nod honestly. He giggled into his hands, a high pitch squeaky laugh that made you smile and your heart flutter.

• "Whats your name?" He grins at you, Hearing you actually want to know about him. "Buggy! What about you pretty girl?" Your face flushing at his words.

• "I'm-"

• "(Y/N)!" You heard your name being called before you could speak, recognizing the voice of your father.

• "(Y/N)- That's such a pretty name.. Will I see you again?" Buggy asked, his eyes sparking at such a chance. Your delicate hand reaching forward and tucking a strand of his blue hair back into his hat. "I will try"

• And try you did. For a year the two of you would meet, talking on the deck of the ship for hours till you had to sneak away again. Buggy even using his Chop Chop abilities to help you get back to your room.

• It was tragic to say, but you'd never get a chance to see Buggy for many many years after your 14th birthday- Your Father sending you to an Island to keep you safe as you entered your teens.

• The disbanding of the Roger Pirates aiding in this as well-

• The death and heartache Seeming to follow you as you found yourself handing in the hands of Sir Crocodile.

• Crocodile having had an interest to whoo you for years- as he too had met you on Gol D Roger's ship, finding you the only person more then suitable to be at his side.

• You had never truly accepted his advances, Despite his power, status and more. He didn't have your heart, and you wouldn't give him any part of yourself in compensation.

• Decades it had been like this, still the girl wrapped in silver and gold. Hoarded like treasure for everyone to admire, however nothing more.

• But it seemed the tides were beginning to change- After Crocodile time in Impel Down- as well as the formation of the Cross Guild- You would meet your blue haired friend once again. Just in a unique Flashy way

• AKA by his head being punched off by Crocodile and accidently flung into your waiting chest.

• "(Y/N)?-" He mumbled against your bust, your cheeks flaring deep crimson as he floated his head up to lock eyes with your flushed face.

• He got his ass beaten for that by Crocodile of course-

• But for you it was like your heart was Kickstart again!

• At the Cross Guild, you'd always attend. Crocodile assuming it was because you were warming up to him, But in truth it was to see Buggy-

• The two of you talking to each other constantly. He was so fascinating to you-

• Like you two were children again falling in love- Sitting out under the stars talking for hours. You tucking strands of his blue hair back into his hat, him fixing any Imperfections on yohr dresses as you sat next to him. Which often lead to Buggy giggling into his gloved hands while turning away from you

• You accepted him as he was, and adored him for it. You loved his mind, his passion, even his laziness and lewd humor.

• As time went on, you noticed the same for him. How he would ask you YOUR interest, what things YOU actually liked.

• Something no one had asked you since you were a child. Most just assuming your taste and interest.

• Hell when he came for meetings he would bring you something you'd actually want. Not just shiny things to make you look more valuable.

• "Hey (Y/N)!" Buggy cloaked towards you excited as he held out a old dirty crate to you. "I remeber you said you really liked weird plants, so I found these old books and scientist-y samples of the weirdest! Hope you like them!"

• You'd almost cried at the gift, so overfill with you you hugged Buggy. Before spending hours going through the crate and organizing it all to your liking.

• However with the sweets, came the sours...

• There had been countless times you'd walk into the Guild and see Buggys face. Beaten and bruised- How Crocodile and Mihawk kicked his ass as their own personal stress relief or just to show dominace.

• It broke your heart.. truly- Buggy humiliated like that infront of everyone time and time again... You would try to comfort him after the meetings but he would just run away- You swore you saw tears in his eyes a few times.

• You'd want to many times to have him run into your arms, so you could whisper how good of a man he is and deserving so love.

- It had been a particularly festive day in the Guild Hall, Crocodile dressing in a nicer suit as better food was served and fancy alcohol was served. You even being gifted a dress by the Desert King himself to wear today, you didn't refuse but felt rather uncomforble at how attentive he was acting with you.

And uncomfortable that he had purposely sat Buggy so far away from you..

As dinner was being served, Crocodile stood up from his seat next to you. Slapping his hand on the table to gather everyone's attention.

"I have an announcement-" Crocodile voice boomed through the room, you glancing up as the hook handed man gestured for you to stand. Which you silently did-

Oh No...

"(Y/N)- Daughter of Silvers Rayleigh. A women of greatness and deserving of only the finest of riches"

No...

"I ask for your hand- I swear I will give you all the wealth you desire"

Please No...

"From Riches, Silks and even the One Piece if your little mind wishes for it"

NO!

"Will you Marry me?"

Something inside you just snapped. Staring at Crocodile face that had the crooked cigar hanging from his lips.

Crocodile taking your silence positively as he handed you a velvet box with a massive diamond ring inside of it.

You stared at the ring box that had been placed in your glove hands and felt... nothing. Absolutely nothing...

Before A fire of rage filled your insides-

"We- We aren't even dating!-" You shouted, everyone looking to yoh in shock as you looked around wildly.

"What makes you think I want to stay by your side!? You were just ment to protect me not use me as a Scudo Girlfriend! I'm not yours nor will I ever be!-" Crocodile face starting to turn red, his eyes glancing around him before setting on you with a harsh glare.

"So I-I can't accept this" You finally hissed out, bright red in the face from both embarrassment and anger. Everyone in the Guild Hall staring at you in total shock.

"Besides My Heart... Belongs to someone else-" Crocodile eyes widen as he clenched his hands in rage. You handing the ring box back to him delicately, before turning to look at Buggy who had been picking his nose diassociating heavily at the dramatics. Only coming back to reality when he saw everyone was staring at him-

Buggy stares confused, 'Why are you all looking at me?' He looked behind himself first, Then around to see who you could be talking about, that had your heart. Realizing quickly he was alone and you actually ment HIM!

"Wait Me!?"

• After such a stunning yet shocking reveal, Crocodile cut you lose. Feeling you embarrassed him infront of everyone- Which had been the greatest day of your life!

• As you fly into Buggy's (Who got beaten senseless once again) arms. Who accepts you happily into his life-

• Frolicking away to his Circus Themed Ship in what can only be described as total Joy!

• "HAHAHAHAHA I WIN!!" He yells out, holding you in his arms as he flips off Crocodile once more and holds you in his arms.

• You adore his Flashy Crusty ways, the way he weirdly cackled and utter lack of emotional control.

• Oh How you love your Crusty Clown!

[dynamimight]

"that's like if y/n said she loved me!"

you have no choice but to overhear the conversation happening between your favorite group of friends, which, of course, means you have no choice but to walk over and chime in. "i so would tell you i loved you!"

your friends give short greetings before kaminari sarcastically continues: "yeah, and you'd probably kiss and hug on him too!" he juts out his bottom lip, pouting as he condescends, "you're such a sweetheart!" the group laughs as you jokingly give them a squint and death stare before walking over to bakugou.

you grab the sides of his face from behind the couch where he sits, gently tipping his head back and giving a tight-lipped smile before you smother him with kisses. his whole face except for his lips is victim to your love-filled attack, and you give the final blow with one huge "mwah!" pressed to his cheek.

"told you i would," you say cheekily. he stares at you, a slow, grinch-like side grin overtaking his features. you smile brightly back at him before dipping down and hugging him. "i love you~! so so so much!" and you give him another loud kiss to his cheek so he smiles even harder.

you point at the others and say, "don't doubt me or my love. ever," with that same joking glare. kaminari raises his hands as if to surrender, and bakugou pulls you over the couch to fall next to him, pulling you under his arm to boast about just how much you love him over everyone else.

no one objects, of course - they know he's right.

[pursuitseternal]

“A Yuletide Miracle:” Spawn!Astarion learns the (nsfw) meaning of the season, finding 🔥heat in the cold❄️

Spawn!Astarion x Reader | E | 3.4K

Part 1: “Yuletide in Faerûn”

Summary: A very “Grinchy,” cantankerous Astarion walks with you home on the eve of Yuletide, loathing the sights of celebration. Little does he know the surprise you have planned to make his heart grow three sizes that night, and well… other part of his undead anatomy…

Slightly inspired by “The Grinch” 🌟

CW: Cranky, festivity-hating Vampire Spawn, a Yuletide surprise that warms his undead heart, and helps him learn the true meaning of the season.

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“I do not get it,” Astarion grumbles as you walk towards your flat in the lower city. Baldur’s Gate, blanketed in snow, crisp and pure and crunching under your boots as you return from your shopping. Night has fallen, the stars are bright. Voices fill the air with music from taverns and the scent of spices wafts on the breezes. It’s beautiful, this time of year. But the enterally handsome Vampire Spawn at your side couldn’t be more glower and glum. “I mean, I have every right to be merry and filled with cheer this time of year. The nights are longer, the days are darkened, it’s a Vampire Spawn’s paradise. But the rest of this… mirth…” he grimaces as you stroll, arm and arm, past a group of carolers serenading outside of the Elfsong. “They have no right or reason to be so chipper in the dark and cold.”

You give him a tug on his arm, a good-humored and disparaging glance from the side of your eye. “Come now, music and parties and warmth and gifts…. It’s Yuletide, my love. Surely even you would love to have people thinking about you and buying you gifts upon gifts?”

He falls silent. Tense. As you make the last turn towards your little home, you walk in the silence. Just a flat, but it’s yours. Yours for the last few months since your victory over the Netherbrain. This little gift from Wyll, new Duke of Baldur’s Gate, it’s your safe haven from the sun while you both settle yourselves to find him a cure… and while you fuck each others brains out like you’re still about to maybe die tomorrow.

Old habits die hard.

But as the winds whip around you, bitter and cold, you hide your frame behind his broad shoulders. He may be chilling to the touch and undead, but at least he can block the ice of winter. And it makes him scoff. “Really? Truly, you use me as a shield? Some partner, some selfless merry cheer you spread.”

You clutch your sack and the precious contents tighter against your body, keeping it warm and safe. “I told you, my little surprise for you can’t freeze. Else, our trip to the shops will all be for naught and you’ll get nothing for Yuletide, my love.”

You draw to a stop, huddled behind his back at your doorstep. You barely hear him mutter to himself over the icy wind and the snap of the key in the lock, “So like every other year…”

Words not meant for you to hear. But they pierce your heart more than the cold and ice.

You pause inside the door, shaking off your cloak from the piles of snow that have accumulated. “Why don’t you start the fire in the study? I’ll be in, just in a moment….”

He turns, leaving his own damp cloak a pile on the ground. Like always. Messy thing. “So you can finish readying your…” he scowls, bitterness behind those crimson eyes, “…surprise? Gods, I hope it’s not some cheesy Yuletide gift.”

“Would it be so unthoughtful of me to give my lover a little something tonight?” You smirk, hiding the little satchel behind your back. “It is the eve of Yule, after all.”

He sniffs in abject derision. “If you insist on wasting our gold on something so frivolous, who am I to stop you.” He closes in on you, making you retreat against the wall of the foyer. “Just don’t expect anything grand in return… well, unless you think what I give you on a nightly basis is grand enough.” He flashes those fangs at you, smirking with all that lust and seduction that makes your legs weak to feel him between your thighs.

You cough, clearing your voice and forcing a pout on your trembling lips. “You could at least put a bow on it?” You tease, making that hungry smirk widen.

“Cliché, but if that’s what gets you going this evening, who am I to judge?” he shrugs slowly, languorously, letting his hand slide from the wall beside your head, the other cupping around your chin to bring you in for a slow and tantalizing kiss.

You hold your breath, trying hard to remember to not drop your precious cargo. He departs, one last suck of your bottom lip between his until it releases with a pop. “Don’t you fret, I’ll get the study nice and warm for you… and your,” a frown turns at the corner of his mouth, “… supposed surprise.”

“Don’t you worry, I won’t overwhelm you with too much joy or peace or love,” you comment, interjecting as he opens his mouth, “and I’ll keep the costumes and singing to a minimum.”

His mouth snaps shut, disgusted beyond measure like he swallowed bile, “Gods… I swear… I am not in the mood… Keep your festivities to a minimum, and as for costumes, I’ll have you naked, preferably…”

He trods into the study. Grumpy, disgruntled. So easy to tease. But you keep it soft. Light hearted. Knowing there was more to his cold and cranky demeanor than just selfishness.

Your mind races… would a spawn of Cazador have even had anything for Yuletide?

You busy yourself, prepping your gift, tenderly setting it on a table. The little plant seems so unassuming, it makes you smile, knowing just what it will mean to him. At least you hope.

He’s been so sour about this time of year, and your heart aches, that one little moment, that clue as to why he might just hate Yuletide.

You ready the bottle from the Apothecary; the shining golden liquid inside warm to the touch as you carry both across the hall and into the study.

He waits, the fire cheerily roaring in the grate, but he stands across the room, in the shadows. His back towards you, you can feel his tension rolling off those bunching and lean muscles as he gazes out the window into the winter night. Arms folded neatly over his chest, you see him shift as he hears you enter, but he doesn’t turn.

You wait. You watch him shifting on his toes, eyes fixed into the dark distance. Until at last he speaks. “When I was… well, before…” he speaks quietly. Pressed. Careful not to mention any names, not that he needs to. “…Yuletide was just another night, another time sent out in our bodies for the bidding, another night spent luring victims, only one that smelled more like oranges and spice and smoke.” His shoulders hunched slightly, arms holding tighter as he hugged himself tighter. “I used to dream of gifts and punch and music. Instead I got only more shame and abuse and… loneliness…”

You move, setting your items down on the small end table before you hurry to his side, your arms wrapping around him tightly.

“Yuletide never came for me. I was always alone… and in darkness…”

“Yuletide doesn’t come in packages and ribbons and songs, Astarion,” you nuzzle your head into his chest. “And now you’ll never be alone again, my love,” you smile into the crushed softness of his doublet. “And… if you let me share my cliché gift with you… you might find yourself not in darkness any longer either…”

He eases in a split second. You look into his face, surprised and hopeful against his better judgment. “Really?” he stumbled on his words. “I -I mean I know about the not-lonely-anymore bit, thank you…”

He hesitates, crimson eyes darting to the corner of his gaze, wanting to see what you got him.

Then he sees it, turning. A little plant, leaves deepest green, a round, fleshy bud nestled in the verdant leaves. “Is that…?” he breathes.

“A Solaris,” you beam at him. “I had to pay that apothecary no small amount of coin to get it… not to mention I had to hustle his chief competitor a bit in order to really seal the deal.” You laugh at the way his face is just… innocent. Hopeful. Happy. “But for a flower that blooms with light and warmth like the sun, one day a year…”

You watch the corner of his mouth grin wistfully.

“…I figured it would make for a very merry Yule. So you could feel the light of the sun without… you know…”

“Roasting like a chestnut on an open fire?”

You giggle against the macabre image. “Yes, that.” You pick up the little vial, its golden glow pulsing. “Here,” you murmur, proffering the small glass bottle. “The key to unlocking your vampire-safe sunlight.” You reach it towards him, his palm opening, fingers unfurling for it.

“I…” he swallows. You watch his Adam's apple bob, emotional as he holds back so many feelings and words. “Thank you,” he finally relents, letting you place the vial in his cold and near-trembling palm. You watch his face, the little lines of his smile deepening as he holds the glass bottle, its warmth seeping into his chilled, undead skin.

“If it’s your first Yuletide gift in two-hundred years, I’m glad I can make it count,” you murmur, trying not to disturb the glow that seems to come from under his pale and lustrous skin.

“You’ve… found your way to… let me feel the sun again,” he smirks at you briefly, “if only for tonight.”

You simper, pouting your lips, catching his eyes with all the allure you can muster. “That’s the idea, my sweet vampire, to give you something because I love you.”

He closes the distance, eager, anxious. But you press the tips of your fingers on his lips. “Ah, ah,” you grin. “Don’t risk that elixir with one of your all-consuming, fang-filled kisses. Why don’t you… open your gift?”

For a moment, he looks nervous. Just the tip of his fang biting into his lower lip as he uncorks the glowing elixir. A slight, sweet scent fills your nose, it makes you thrill.

Almost as much as the childish smile dancing on his lips as he pours it at the base of the massive, rounded yellow bud.

Heat fills the air, a soft shimmering begins to stretch from the plant, until, petal by petal, it opens.

A ball of light perches in its center, pulsing and glowing and lighting up your study more than any fire ever could.

Light in the dark. The sun itself shining.

Astarion’s eyes are wide, his mouth open in shock. “It feels… so good,” he whispers, as if he is scared that the second he looks away, blinks his eyes, or moves it will disappear.

“It does, the sun itself for you to bask in for one day, my love…” you reply, crossing to close your window curtains, to keep the light for yourself. And because, your stomach flutters, you anticipate just what will come next. You turn, already undoing your own buttons of your tunic. Expecting him to already be naked, to be bathing his cold and pale skin in the light.

But he’s not.

He’s sitting on the settee, knees hugged tight into his chest. Just watching. Fixated on the swirling golden blossom on the table before him.

Grinning like a fool.

Still, you tug your shirt from over your head, and the Solaris’ light does warm your skin, feeling no different than the true sun. Slowly, you round to sit beside him, half naked and totally ignored in favor of your gift. But it doesn’t matter. You don’t mind. Not as you hear his little giggles in his throat, the little clenches of his body as he feels… giddy.

You scoot right beside him, the skin of your torso pressing into that linen shirt of his, and you feel him leaning back against you, his head tipping to rest on the top of yours.

His breath washes through your hair, that clean scent on his skin, always the same, always making your body hum with desire and awaken with love. Then you hear it, faintly, he hums a melody, the same carol you had heard outside the tavern. His voice is deep, sweet if imperfect. But it’s music to your ears. His arm reaches around you then, a slight jolt as he realizes he’s touching nothing but skin as he skates his fingers across your back and down your arm.

“Ahem,” he clears his throat, more sultry than surprised. “I do see you are taking full advantage of your own present, darling.”

“Maybe I’m just waiting for my own in exchange,” you simper and pout, your hand reaching to stroke up those sinews of his thigh.

His chuckle tickles the top of your head as he places a kiss there. “Well, if you don’t mind not having it wrapped in frills and ribbons, I suppose I could give it to you now, my love.”

“What need have I for ribbons when I can have you… taking me…. in the sunlight again?”

“Just like old times,” he purrs, a single hand reading around to slip into the band of your sensible breeches for winter. “It always was a pity I never got one last time with you, basking in the heat of your warm flesh and the light of the sun before that blessing of the tadpole disappeared.” He grins, fingers slipping down between your thighs, which you have already conveniently spread for him. “What a gift to share in it again, a true Yuletide miracle, my love.”

That cool touch pierces where you are hot and aching. Where you burn and blister with your own heat. A little moan escapes your lips, your hands shuffling off the thick material of your breeches, words pleading for more from Astarion. You stumble over your “P-please…” as you stand to let that fabric shuffle off your feet.

He’s just watching your writhe on his fingers, bathed in the light. Those crimson eyes unblinking and ravenous. “Feeling merry, are you?” he purrs. “Bursting with joy yet?” His voice is rife with that seduction and wicked bite that makes you instantly wetter.

“A little more effort, and I’m sure I’ll be louder than any of those drunken carolers,” you whimper, the brush of his hand unlacing his breeches presses against your mound and thigh, the pressure of his other fingers deep inside you, more numerous than before in your cunt, guiding you to straddle his lap.

You slide right over, hands braced on his shoulders, gripping into the decadently soft material of his tunic. It’s so calm, so bright, this magical sunlight on your bare back. Your hands ruck up his own shirt, an approving smirk dancing over his breathtaking face as you sweep it off his body in one pull.

The moan from his mouth, hanging slack as he feels the warmth and light on him again, it makes you quiver and thrill. “Gods,” he breathes, “to bask in the light again…” his voice is wet, thick with desire, with emotion. He shuts his eyes, head leaning back against the settee, hands finally tugging his breeches apart to let his cock free. You feel him, his hands lifting it from its confines, fingers silkenly stroking himself. A groan from your mouth, bemoaning that emptiness inside you, your own hand takes up the pressure he started to build.

“Tch,” he sucks his teeth, still reclining to savor the warmth of the light and the heat your folds on his lap, “you don’t lift a finger tonight for your own pleasure, my love.” He pulls your body flush against him, guiding his cock to run back and forth through your hot and dripping seam. Slowly, his hand presses at the top of your hip, letting your sink down just an inch or so over that blunt head. Then he sneaks you up, sliding away from your aching channel. “Perhaps I should have let you undo my laces, unwrap your present, as it were…” he shrugs, centering your body over that cool hard erection. “I can make it up to you in so many ways,” he growls happily into your lips, sucking them in to a long and tender kiss.

Your hands grip into his shoulders, his hold on your waist steadying you as he thrusts upwards. The fullness of him inside you at last, that stretching friction warms you more than the soft flow of light over your back. Eyes closing, you can almost imagine that little glad back in the Emerald Grove. That morning you woke, sore and tingling from the way you had joined for the first time.

That morning light that once warmed your bodies as you took in the sight of him completely, scars and all. That way your heart first went out to him…

But this, this is so much better. Melting as you bask not only in the heat that defies the dark and cold, but that thrumming seer of your love. His hands rock your hips, letting you shimmy and buck as he matches your every movement with those impeccable thrusts. His kiss dances with your lips, tongue taking yours in his hold, tangling and darting as you lose yourself in him.

Warm all over. Loved all over.

You feel his touch wandering, tracing to cup the swell of your ass, fingers gripping into your flesh with each ride you make on him.

And you know he is feeling that light, the same that caresses his face, illuminating those lines and freckles and ridges of cheekbone that steal your breath with their beauty every day. You break from his mouth to watch him, lips still twitching and slack as he pants and groans.

His eyelids lower, that veiled gaze watching the way your body bounces on his lap, his stare darting to watch where you take him all the way in. Where the increasingly wet slaps of your body echo to fill the little study. Where your own body burns like a furnace, fucked hard to scaling hot as your bliss blisters.

Back arching, hands clawing into the cool muscles of his shoulders, you let it all go, letting that heat on your back and the friction of his fucking wash through you, splitting you apart with your climax. His arms embrace you harder as you spasm, your hips rocking at random, your body bracing against his as your pleasure floods you and steals your every conscious thought. His muscles clench, his belly brushing against yours, his thighs beneath you hitching and tight. You feel him pulsing inside you, his voice resonating in one ear with his groans and sighs as he fills you. Your folds drenched with all the hot slick it can handle, pouring and puddling on his lap.

Vision blurring, you come to, bit by bit. Head resting on his shoulder, his own rasping, unsteady breath washing to cool the warm glow over your flesh, you nuzzle tightly against him.

And you realize, for once, his skin feels warm to the touch. Glowing and heated from the light before you and your love-making. The stillness breaks with a gentle sigh from his iron-wrought chest. Air whistles in your ear. “You win, darling,” he whispers as he places a kiss into the tumbled mess of your hair. “Yuletide can be… merry… blissful even,” he acknowledges, not a begrudging hint in his voice.

“Miracles happen, Yuletide magic in the air… I think your heart has grown three sizes tonight…” you giggle, raising your head, your cheeks flushed and body humming to feel him still inside you.

“I doubt it,” he smirks, rakish and mischievous, “but I do know of other bits of my anatomy that have had that benefit…” he grinds into you, dragging that still-throbbing cock of his around your walls. He gives you a rakish flash of his fangs before you swiftly find yourself laid out flat on your back, sprawled across the bed of the settee. The weight of his body crushes you into the soft velvet, and your body grows unbearable… hot, especially as he sucks your ear fully into his hungry mouth. He whispers, “And you say this Solaris blooms for a day… well then, darling.” He gives that wicked giggle, “you are about to have a night that is not so silent… if you know what I mean.”

“I count on it,” you purr back, lost in the brightness in his crimson eyes. “I want the most out of my gift, after all…”

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🕯️I hope I got all the tag requests, thank you all for the love. I can’t wait to see what you think, dear readers 💞

[rahhhbananas]

What if Gwen has an older twin brother who is another spider person who meets the spider league? What would happen? Would something interesting happen?

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐓𝐘 . . . . ✭ ★ ✭

atsv x male! reader

“Y/n, come on!”

Gwen yelled, she followed closely behind her brother. Y/n picked up his speed, trying to out-walk his sister, “Nuh uh, outta the question, Gwen.” He tried to slam the door, but Gwen, yet again, was too quick “I promise, it’ll be worth it! The society is…a cool place.” Y/n gave his sister a twisted look, “Last time you told me about a ‘cool place’ I ended up in Britain, with one of your friends, where we got chased by the cops…FOR 2 HOURS!”. Gwen groaned, Y/n’s meeting with Hobie wasn’t the best, but that shouldn’t really matter…right?

“Sorry, Gwenny, but i’m not doing that again.” Y/n walked out, leaving Gwen both frustrated and desperate. So desperate, she was willing to lie. “T-theres this cute guy!” That sentence alone made Y/n stop in his tracks, he slowly turned towards his sister, giving her a skeptical look “We talkin, Michael B. Jordan cute…or Ryan Reynolds cute?”Gwen fumbled on her words, trying not to get caught in her own lie “Oscar Issac!”

And that right there folks, is how Y/n Stacy was in this particular pickle—

“What do you mean I can’t join!?” He yelled, Y/n pointed an accusing finger at Miguel, who overall looked very frustrated. The leader sighed, “I mean, you can’t join. We already have a Spider-Woman from your dimension, and that’s your sister, we don’t need another. It could disrupt the-“ Y/n sighed, very loudly, obviously not wanting to hear another rant “You don’t understand, i need to join! I need to find my man!” Miguel’s face contorted to confusion, before being overtaken by annoyance “This isn’t some place where you can meet the love of your life. This is business. Millions of lives are in our ha-“

The s/c male yawned, “Yeah- whatever. Gwenny, where is he?” Y/n turned towards his sister, who was now having a coughing fit “He’s um…He’s-“

“Right ‘ere.” A deep voice retorted, Hobie came from the shadows. His arms spread out. Y/n scoffed, looking at Gwen before looking at Hobie again “I’m busy, Hobart. Now, Gwen, where is-“ Gwen pushed forward Hobie, smiling awkwardly “H-here he is!” The blonde did small jazz hands, trying not to look at her brother’s face. Because he was definitely not amused “Hobie Brown. Is the guy that could challenge Oscar Issac in looks..?” Y/n grumbled, before Hobie himself interrupted “Wot now? Oscar Issac’s a golden man. ‘Mm nowhere near that, mate.” Y/n nodded in agreement, “Wanna…you know, explain, Gwendolyn.” Said girl, mumbled a few words, the female hero took cautious steps back, until she burst into a sprint. She could deal with the consequences of her actions later, maybe when Y/n wasn’t so mad.

A long silence struck.

“Mm not Issac Osacr level, but ‘mm surely above Ryan Gosling…mans old.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

Y/n walked away, ending the conversation at that. He asked Margo to take him back to his dimension, real sweet girl, rather have her as his sister than Gwen, “I can’t believe she lied to me.” Y/n groaned “yes i can.” He rolled his eyes, on the outside he probably looked crazy (he did), but he didn’t care, all be cared about was getting revenge on Gwen for lying to him, and the fact that the lie included Oscar Issac was unforgivable…

[fandomnerd9602]

The Grinch slides down the chimney only to come face to face with Wanda and Y/N…

Y/N: go ahead we dare you

Wanda: try to steal our children’s Christmas and I will warp you into a fuzzy green present

The Grinch just goes back up the chimney…

Y/N: good choice

Wanda hugs her detka and giggles…

[becca-e-barnes]

As a romantic, sentimental shit, I decided to add a little spin off to the Moving In series.

While I'm not a huge fan of Christmas, Christmas Eve always felt really special to me. Christmas Eve traditions in our family have changed a lot over the years but I'm really excited to start my own! I've been trying to imagine what my perfect Christmas Eve would be like next year and it'd be pretty damn close to this.

If you celebrate it, have a lovely Christmas tomorrow! If you don't, I hope you have a wonderful day!

There's no way to keep the cat off the twinkling fairy lights on the tree. You've tried every trick the internet could offer but nothing stops her; except her own sleepiness.

After a long afternoon fighting the lights (and losing), she's curled up in the armchair, peacefully sleeping.

The tree is safe.

For now.

"Your fluffy murderer is asleep." Bucky hums contentedly, pulling you impossibly closer to him on the sofa.

"Good." It's about time. Even the TV playing Olaf's Frozen Adventure doesn't seem to be disturbing her and she loves that movie.

You're surprised the heat hasn't knocked Bucky out yet. Between your body heat, the matching pyjamas you're both wearing and the glowing embers of the fire, you're surprised he's not asleep too.

"What's Santa bringing tomorrow?" Bucky teases, running his hand from your hip to your waist, slipping his hand under you top and letting it rest there.

"I don't know! Hopefully the stand mixer I asked for... Maybe some baking supplies... Some cat treats maybe." You smile at the thought and feel Bucky laughing against your back.

"That cat of yours has not made it onto the Nice List, sweetheart. No chance. Santa won't be visiting her." His lips are curled into a smile as they drift from your collar, up the back of your neck.

"She's been good the rest of the year. She's only been naughty since I put the tree up." You feel like you have to protest on her behalf, even though you know Santa will be bringing her plenty of cat treats.

"So there's hope for you too then if that's how Santa works. If he excuses short bursts of naughtiness, you might still make it." His hand trails its way back to your hip, slipping just under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

"I've been good this year and you know it!" You tease, pressing your ass back against him.

"Oh see no, this is naughty." Bucky corrects you, kissing your neck with a little more pressure.

"I don't think so. You seem to like it so this is me being nice." You wiggle your ass against the front of his pyjamas, enjoying the evidence of his interest.

"Don't argue sweetheart, that'll put you firmly on the Naughty List." He knows you hate reasoning like that.

"Well, if you've been so good this year, what's Santa bringing you?"

There's a short pause but the kissing over your neck doesn't stop.

"I don't know... I don't need anything." He didn't ask you for anything for that same reason. "I have everything I need here."

"That's gross. Grow up." You know he can't see the way that made you smile so you're free to affectionately bully him for saying it.

"You're so right." He laughs, somehow shuffling even closer to you.

"I'm sure if I got down on my hands and knees in front of the tree and looked right in at the back, I could find a gift with your name on it." You go back to rubbing your ass against his crotch, tempting him to escalate.

"Sweetheart, that view alone would be enough of a gift." He's got a special way of making you feel like a temptation, without ever objectifying you. God, he's wonderful. "But I want to see that pretty face. I want to lay you down under your tree and unwrap my gift properly."

"Unwrapping your gift early will put you on the Naughty List!" You try to feign disgust at the very suggestion but really, that's all you want.

"Then I'll be the happiest man on the damn Naughty List this year." He laughs, scooping you up and laying you down on the plush carpet.

"You're more of a terror than the cat." You giggle before his lips are pressed to yours, kissing you with an intensity you really quite enjoy. His tongue slips past your lips, rubbing against your own and it's almost dizzying to start so intensely.

Your fingertips dig into his broad, muscular back and shoulders. It's easy to let need cloud your brain and he doesn't seem to mind as he sheds his pyjama top.

"We aren't matching anymore." You smile, reaching for the bottom of your own top, pulling it off in one swift motion.

"Excuse me. You're unwrapping my present for me." Bucky pretends to be horrified but your decision has its perks. He's now got full access to your breasts and it's like Christmas came early for him.

He wastes no time, sucking and kissing and licking your breasts. His tongue flicks over your stiff nipples, enjoying the way the sensation makes you squeal and writhe under his mouth.

"Bucky... Please." You whine after a while, desperate for him to move on.

"Someone's needy." Bucky smiles, raising an eyebrow before he reaches down to remove the bottom half of your pyjama set.

Fuck, he's not wrong. His fingertips trail against your sex, checking to see whether you're as aroused as you sound and he's almost surprised to find you are.

"God, you're so wet. I'm going to make this pretty little pussy gush for me." He slips a thick finger into you, followed by a second and he's thrilled to realise you'll be able to take him already. He can take the edge off for you now and then take his sweet time licking his own load out of your fluttering cunt once he's given you what you need.

"Please." You whimper, noticing he's offered you nothing awfully useful. He hasn't curled his fingers to stroke your walls, he hasn't moved at all actually.

"I wanted to take my time with you." Bucky begins, removing his fingers and taking off his pyjama bottoms. "But that's not what you want right now, is it?"

You shake your head, giving in to your own desperation freely, knowing he'd want you to be honest.

"That's okay, sweetheart. Let's take good care of you." The residual heat of the fire warms your bare skin as Bucky arranges your thighs, settling himself between your legs.

"Good girl." Bucky hums, dragging his thick, bare cock through the evidence of your arousal, coating himself in the slick mess between your legs. "So pretty for me."

He watches the way your body accommodates him so willingly and your whines remind him not to keep you waiting.

His thick, leaking tip presses to your entrance and the feeling of him sliding into you is breathtaking. It always is.

Both of you stop breathing for a few short seconds until he's slid the whole way home, buried as deep inside you as your bodies will allow.

"Hey, look at me." Bucky whispers, holding the side of your face gently with one hand, making you realise you'd closed your eyes.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" He begins to pull back slowly before pressing back in, setting a slow rhythm.

If feels wrong not to tell him the same. It's wrong not to tell him how wonderful you think he is. It's not fair to let the moment pass without mentioning that you love getting to do this with him and be vulnerable but still feel safe. You love having him in your space and spending time together and getting to enjoy these tender, intimate moments at the most random of times. But those aren't thoughts for now. Those are thoughts for when you're both fully satisfied and cuddling together, breathless and tired and entirely aglow on this same carpet later this evening.

That feels right.

"You are the most incredible man I've ever met." You reply instead, tugging gently on his soft, dark hair to pull him into a kiss.

You hear him groan against your lips, offering the same intensity as before. He speeds up his thrusts to match his mouth, sliding in and out of you with purpose and a delightful need to spill his release into you as he's coaxing yours from you.

"Play with yourself." His instruction is clear and driven by his own need. He needs to feel you cum before he can allow himself to do the same and his orgasm really seems to have snuck up on him.

Your hand slips between your bodies with a practiced ease, finding the little bundle of nerves between your legs, rubbing it in tight circles.

"Good girl. Fuck, I wish you knew how you feel. So wet and soft and warm." He hasn't taken his eyes off your face and that only lets you see how pleasure is evident all over his. He's almost overwhelmed and it's so lovely to watch.

"Fuck, I'm so close." You whine, begging him not to change a single thing. Not his pace, not his angle, nothing. This is perfect.

"Cum for me, sweetheart. Go ahead, I'm right behind you. I've got you."

The release is all consuming for a good few seconds, your body fluttering and twitching, milking Bucky's from him and he so willingly gives it to you. He groans gentle praises as he works both of you through your highs, taking every ounce of pleasure he can get from you while giving you as much as possible.

When your peak and his have both subsided, he slips out of you, giving himself a second to catch his breath.

"If you weren't on the Naughty List before, you definitely are now." You giggle, kissing his forehead repeatedly.

"I'm just getting started." He smiles, kissing your lips before moving down your body to kiss between your thighs.

[pixeechix21]

Mr grinch🎄

Simon/keegan/konig (whoever you want baby😉😙) x fem!reader

Summary: hate hate hate, loooove, hate hate… He hated Christmas but good god he loved the pathetic sounds coming from you.

Tw: edging, dom/sub, riding, sit not fucking hoover, praise, eating you out like Christmas dinner, p in v, ORAL, fucking n fun times😊💕

You had been making dinner when he came home to see you dancing and singing to his playlist. Twirling around you sing with the spoon, he smiles ear to ear to see you wearing your apron with nothing underneath. He comes to you, holding your waist, swinging side to side. He pulls you in closer, feeling your soft body press up against his chest. “I’ve missed you luv,” he kisses you liking the sauce from your lips.

“Bad day?” You say kissing him back before turning to the pasta. His hands hold you from behind as he rest his head over yours.

“One could say that. Someone decided to decorate my weapons locker with Christmas lights,” he groans, pressing himself into your back.

“Probably Soap,” you laugh. “You should just enjoy the Christmas cheer at this point, he’ll never stop,” you breathe out as his hand cups your breast, feeling him pressed against your lower back.

“Not until someone convinces me otherwise luv,. As with Soap he’ll get payback soon enough,” He ducks his head to your shoulder, nibbling it.

“Someone? How about you go to the bedroom? Don’t do anything,” you face him, arching your back as he pulls you in, your hand runs between his pants and boxers. Biting your lips to hide your smile as you watch him smirk, smack your ass before heading upstairs.

You turn off the stove and let him wait. Creeping up into the en suite you take your sweet time.

Through the cracked door he has full view of you in the mirror. Undoing the apron he can see all of you. No matter how many times and for how long he’s see you, he will never grow old of how you look; who you are.

His blood starts to pump down, as he watches you turn on the shower, water running down you. Down between the peaks of your breasts, down to between your legs. He can’t help his hands to go down to release the growing stiffness in his pants. Watching as your hand washes your soft skin, caressing your tits, light moan float in the steaming air. His breathing deepens as he observes as your fingers move in and out.

You revel at catching him watching your mouth slightly open. You worker harder, circling and moaning louder.

He’s entranced as he hears you coming while he grows harder with every second.

Watching you come out of en-suite in a small towel. His trust rising and falling rapidly. Once in front of the bed edge, you let the towel fall to the floor lightly.

“I can get with the holiday season, all right, “his eyes glamorous he can see you perfectly. Coming onto the bed you climb over hand skill and doing his belt. He shifts up against the head as you takeoff his pants. “Sit back baby let me help you with the bad day,” you kiss him, following his happy trail up past tattooed abdomen to his neck. He runs his hands down your body as you bite and lightly pull on his bottom leg. His groans rumble in his chest, feeling you sit comfortably on his throbbing member.

He’d wanted to hold you all day. Daydreaming about how gorgeous you look bent over as he ran into you. Especially after you sent him that video, in the new set he bought you, playing with yourself teasing him. He’s been hard all day., becoming more pained as he rewatched the video, helplessly.

Your hair smells like strawberries and all of a sudden that’s his favourite fruit. “It was so bad of you to send me that. He talks your ass the sting, shooting electricity deep within your core. “I had you stuck in my head all – “ slap, “-day.” Balloons. You kiss him and suck his hot skin marking his neck purple. Humping his lap needing as he continues, “if only I could’ve had you right then and there in the meeting in front of everyone. I’d fucked and filled you full love, and I just let everyone watch, “he sounds lustful his hold becoming firmer. His hand dives down to your entrance, you whine as his large finger start to stretch you out. “Look at you wet at the thought of,” he fingers your hole, feel clench around him. As if he knew he stopped just as you started riding his fingers so that you could finish.

“No, no princess. I had to wait all day, unable to help my blue balls. Now it’s your turn,” he shifts the both of you flat on the bed.

Breathing is nonexistent as kiss, passionately. Breaking Your thumb across your swim lips. Let’s put it, demands “sit on my face “taking your hips, positioning your legs to either side of his head. Too scared to sit down, you helper. His hands clamped down on your hips and forced you down.

“I said fucking sit,” he growls, against your sensitive spot.

“But-”

“I said fucking sit, so I can make you forget how to walk love,”he doesn’t let you hover, forcing your full weight on his face. “If I tap twice that’s the only time you can get off. Understood?”

As you’re saying yes, he’s in you. Licking and sucking around, and, and across your clit. he’s too much. You feel his tongue entered you laughing at your juices. You’re a mess. You don’t care anymore, whether you’re hovering or suffocating him. You ride his face, quickening in peace. Holding onto the headboard with both hands “please – I’m so close – fuck – oh God, I’m so close – I’m gonna I’m gonna –”you whine and exclaim, tossing your head back. Movement slow as he hears you, playing with the intensity; pulse of frustration comes over. “It hurts – please – I need to!” you let out I screwed shot.

As you calm down, his freehand comes behind and starts again. His light sucking paired against his fingers curling inside you to hit your sweet spot makes you blind with ecstasy. He repeats it all over again.

Looking down at him, you catch the dark smile in his eyes. “It’s so painful, I’m begging, please let me come,” can’t stop your begging, with the way your clit is throbbing against his purring he left you up and down back to his lap. Your legs are shaking heavily as you put onto your back.

“If you’re gonna come, it’s going to be around my fucking cock.” His words are soft, reassuring. Almost.

He relishes in seeing tear up as he stretches your type pussy. You’re taking him so well, even when you’re so worked up.

The lack of stimulation and relief from your clit hurts wonderfully. It’s intoxicating how good the feeling of pain can be. One foot over his shoulder he can watch as you bounce up and down, moaning his name sweetly. You feel his large, hot hand, press down on your lower stomach as he fucks you hard faster.

“No, no, I’m gonna come, I can’t control it, “you say, panicked an overwhelming feeling washes over you.

“ lThats. Let it out come on, I need to feel you milk.“ he says groaning, he holds himself back. You listen to him relaxing as you finally get to climax. You scream his name so loud, it makes him proud. You clench and pulls it around his cock as he doesn’t stop his continuous breath.

Pulling out heat jerks into his hand, his moaning rings in your ears. “Y/n, shit y/n! Christ!”

Hearing him lose it coming all over you, makes you want to go another round, but you’re shattered at the aftermath of what just proceeded. Taking the towel he cleans you up. Holding each other, he realised Christmas wasn’t all that bad after all.

[holylulusworld]

The Grinch

Summary: We get to know how you and Lloyd got together.

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Assistant!Reader

Warnings: Christmas mood, sweet reader, maybe clueless reader, language, a little fluff, a hint of groping

A/N: This is the prequel to my miniseries: Plant Apocalypse

“Put your Christmas sweater on,” you sing along to the music blaring from your phone. You shake your ass and giggle as the snowman you placed on your desk starts singing the moment you pass him by. “Yeah, you too!”

Lifting the box with Christmas decorations you huff. There are so many people around in this house and no one offered their help with the Christmas decoration.

You walk over to Lloyd’s office, smiling wildly as one of the newer agents wishes you happy holidays.

“Cheery and bright, guys,” you coo and wave at the men discussing the next job, or target. 

You shrug when they don’t look your way. Whatever they are up to is none of your business. From the moment you started working for Lloyd, you knew it was better to shut your mouth and not ask too many questions about his business.

While you fight to open the door and balance the box in your arm the men get louder. They seem to fight over something the newbie said.

“Hey, no fighting in here.” You yell, and the men stop in their tracks. “Mr. Hansen hates it when you demolish the headquarters!”

“Sorry,” they mumble. No one would believe that five bulky and heavily armored men stopped fighting only because you yelled at them.

“That’s much better. It’s Christmas, team. We should be cheery and happy, not fight. In the kitchen are cookies and later we can have hot chocolate.”

You managed to open the door and walk inside the office, huffing as it looks cold and unwelcoming.

There are monitors on the wall and a desk in the middle of the room. The other wall is grey and undecorated. Nothing is making you sadder than a room without decoration and plants.

“I’ll turn this cold room into a nice office,” you put the box on the couch standing next to the door. “Mr. Hansen will love it.”

You clap your hands and cheer yourself up. 

“What the fuck is that?” Lloyd feels like he’s going to vomit rainbows. He looks around his office, shaking his head in disbelief. “I was away for two hours, and someone infiltrated my office and turned it into Santa’s shithole.”

“Mr. Hansen, you are back!” You squeal and walk toward Lloyd. “Welcome to your new office. I decorated it for you to make it look more festive.”

“I-“ He chokes on air as there is a rocking Santa next to his beloved gun shelf. You even dared to sling a fairy light around one of the shotguns. “What did you do? You are…you are…”

He looks you up and down. You’re wearing an ugly Christmas sweater with a snowman and blinking lights.

“I know.” You wrap Lloyd in a hug. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I got a Christmas sweater for you too, Sir. You’ll love it. It matches your eyes.” 

Lloyd opens his mouth. He wants to tell you that you are fired. You violated his sanctuary, his beloved office but he can’t bring the words out. I mean, he killed people for less, but he can’t hurt you, or ruin your festive mood.

“I got you a matching one,” you smile sweetly. “I had hoped you’d wear it when we have hot chocolate and cookies.”

“Cupcake,” he sighs deeply and runs one hand down his face. Lloyd is a cold-blooded man and doesn’t give a shit about people, but he cares for you. “If I wear this thing, my men will believe I got weak and kill me.”

“Oh,” you sniffle. “I didn’t think this through. You’re a dangerous and strong man. Men like you don’t wear Christmas sweaters or kiss a girl under the mistletoe.”

“Mistletoe?” He cocks his head as you point at the mistletoe you hung up above his desk. Lloyd smirks. “So…did you already test the mistletoe?”

“I was alone at your office, Mr. Hansen,” you giggle. “It’s physically impossible for me to kiss myself.”

“Cupcake, you’d wonder about the uncanny flexibility of some people,” he gives you a dirty grin.

You wrinkle your nose. “Gross.”

“Yeah, a pretty girl on her knees is much better than suckin—” You cover his mouth to stop Lloyd from saying something gross.

“Do you like the decoration?” You look up at Lloyd with glassy eyes. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Sighing dreamily, you wait for Lloyd’s answer.

“Let’s see.” Lloyd walks you backward until you stand under the mistletoe. “How about we follow the tradition of kisses under the mistletoe?”

He cups your face and presses his lips to yours. Lloyd kisses you slowly, and almost sweetly. A stark contrast to his personality and profession.

“That was,” you whimper against his lips, “nice.”

“Not bad, cupcake,” he steps away to watch you stand on wobbling legs. He hums and almost doesn’t hate the decoration until his eyes land on a plant on his desk. “What is that?”

“Oh…” you smile sweetly. “I love plants, Lloyd. Don’t you love plants too?”

“I should shoot it for standing near my laptop,” he grunts and pokes the plant with his index finger.

“You’ll get used to it. How about I show you the plants at my apartment?” He watches you wring your hands. For months you tried to find the guts to ask Lloyd out and now you got him where you want him. “I’ll cook for you.”

“Hmm…” He is considering your offer. “I hope you know I love dessert the most…” Lloyd grins. He wraps his arm around your waistline and moves his hand to your ass. “Maybe we can have dessert first…”

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[wholoveseggs]

Christmas Khaos

{Masterlist}

~Five days of Fluffmas~

You settle in with the Mikaelsons for a cozy Christmas movie night, but when movie choices spark a sibling feud, chaos ensues.

1k words - No warnings, no smut! just pure fluff.

You were cautiously carrying your mug of hot cocoa into the living room of the Mikaelson compound, observing Kol and Rebekah putting the finishing touches on the Christmas tree as you sat down on the sofa next to Elijah. The plan for the evening involved watching one of those cheesy holiday movies while snuggling in blankets with hot cocoa or eggnog.

"So, what movie did you all decide on?" you asked curiously.

"Die Hard," Kol smirked as he finished placing the last ornament on the tree.

"We already watched that a few days ago," Klaus huffed as he walked into the room. "I want to watch the Grinch."

"Of course you do," Kol scoffed.

"Those movies are terrible. We should watch a better one, like Love Actually!" Rebekah argued.

You turned to Elijah, who had decided not to involve himself in the argument. As the rest of the siblings bickered, you asked him quietly, "What do you want to watch?"

He looked over at his arguing siblings, then back at you. "I will always vote for whatever you want to watch."

You blushed and smiled, "Awww. That's sweet, but I'd still like to know your opinion. Do you have a preference?"

He was silent for a moment, looking deep in thought. "The Nutcracker."

"Seriously?" Kol said, breaking out of the argument he was having.

"Absolutely, The Nutcracker it is then," you announced, earning a raised eyebrow from Kol.

"Are we seriously going to watch a ballet?" he exclaimed, feigning disbelief.

Rebekah rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on, Kol! It's a classic! Plus, it's way better than your Die Hard obsession."

Kol shot back, "Die Hard is a Christmas masterpiece, unlike your sugary romantic dramas."

"We are watching The Nutcracker," Elijah said firmly.

The siblings groaned, but they still settled into the living room. You got up to put the movie in the DVD player, then returned to the sofa, sitting between Kol and Elijah. You grabbed the remote, and when you went to press play, nothing happened. You tried again, same result.

Elijah let out a deep sigh and stood, kneeling in front of the TV to fix the issue. Kol turned to you, giving you a sweet smile.

"So, darling, have any plans for New Year's?"

"Yeah," you nodded. "I'm going to a party in the Quarter."

"A party," he hummed. "I suppose you will be needing a ride there."

You gave him a questioning look. "Yeah… I guess."

He leaned in close to you, whispering into your ear, "I will gladly take you. In fact, I could take you home as well."

He leaned back, giving you a devious smirk. You bit your lip, feeling a little flustered. Kol was so hot, and the two of you had hooked up a few times. He was always so sweet and charming afterward and was just a good time in general. However, sometimes he was a little too flirty and mischievous for your taste. He had a habit of getting you into trouble. As his hand came down to rest on your thigh, you realized how easy it was for him to talk you into doing something reckless and dangerous. You had already done a lot of reckless things with him.

"H-how's the TV looking?" you asked Elijah, trying not to sound flustered.

"I can't figure out the source of the problem," Elijah replied, looking behind the TV.

Kol's hand started slowly inching higher up your leg. Your breath hitched as his thumb brushed against the inseam of your pants. You looked up to see Kol's smirk widen. He was really enjoying messing with you, and you were tempted to let him.

"Well, if it's not getting fixed anytime soon, I'll go get another hot cocoa," Rebekah announced, walking past the couch.

Suddenly the room erupted into chaos, the beautiful Christmas tree came crashing down, ornaments shattering on impact and scattering across the floor like glittering confetti. The air was filled with the jarring sound of glass breaking and the collective gasp of astonishment from everyone present. Everyone looked at it in shock, then jumped as the TV began blasting Christmas music at an alarming volume.

"Oh, for the love of—" Klaus started, but his voice was drowned out by the blaring Christmas music.

Elijah, still on his knees in front of the TV, frantically tried to mute the sound.

"Klaus, what did you do now?" Rebekah exclaimed, narrowing her eyes accusingly.

Kol, seizing the opportunity, grinned mischievously, "I bet Klaus sabotaged the tree to avoid watching The Nutcracker. Crafty move, brother."

“How am I getting blamed for this? I was standing across the room!” Klaus yelled in defense.

Rebekah crossed her arms, unconvinced. "Convenient, Klaus. Very convenient."

Kol chimed in, "Maybe the tree was threatened by Klaus's Grinchy energy."

Amidst the chaos, Elijah rose from in front of the TV, his calming presence attempting to restore order. "Enough, all of you! Let's focus on cleaning up this mess and salvaging what's left of our evening."

As Rebekah and Klaus continued to argue, and Elijah attempted to restore order, Kol's lips brushed against your ear again, his tone suggestive, "Care to get out of here?"

"Absolutely," you said, getting up from the couch.

Kol grabbed your hand and led you upstairs to his room. The moment you both entered, he pulled you into a kiss. The door closed behind you, muffling the echoes of the Mikaelson drama downstairs. Kol's mischievous grin persisted as he gently pulled away, guiding you backward towards his bed.

"Care to share what exactly you did downstairs?" you asked, a playful glint in your eyes.

"Just a little Christmas magic, darling," he smiled, leaning in to kiss you again.

You were sure the Mikaelsons would figure out it was Kol and come looking for him, but you weren't too worried. You knew how much trouble Kol was going to get in. Maybe you'd let him get away with it for a little while.

Besides, it was the most wonderful time of the year.

Credit goes to Anon for this idea ♡♡

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Mechanic chapter 11

Note: first time writing Masema, so know that he is obviously not 100% true to character as I only know so little about his mannerisms.

Warnings: angst and some fluff if you squint??? mention of motorcycle crash, stalking, alcohol, smoking.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x modern!Masema

summary: Sihtric was desperate to protect you from your stalker.

wordcount: 3,6k

Masterlist

You had been staring at your coffee for so long in all quietness that it had gone cold and was left untouched. After finding out that the man who had caused you and Sihtric to crash with his motorcycle was also your secret admirer slash stalker, you both had remained silent on the drive back to your home.

You couldn't wrap your head around the fact that you had a stalker, seemingly out of nowhere, and you also didn't understand how you had been aware of his name already when you were still in the hospital, unconscious, because you swore you had dreamed of him without having ever seen or met him before. And as if the fact that you had a stalker who seemed to know a lot about you and your mechanic boyfriend wasn't already unsettling enough, there was something about Masema that made everything far worse, and it had been left unspoken, lingering in the air and slowly suffocating you both as you sat in your kitchen.

'Just say it,' Sihtric finally broke the uncomfortable silence, 'I know what you're thinking. So just say it.'

He stared at you, his mismatched eyes were piercing and something was different about them while he looked at you. There was a look in his eyes you didn't recognise.

'He… t-that guy, Masema… he… he looks just like you, Sihtric,' you finally stammered.

Sihtric didn't speak. Instead he continued to stare at you, intensely, but you could tell that despite the fact he was staring at you, he wasn't really there. Your mechanic wasn't really focused on you, he was really somewhere else. His mind had taken him somewhere else. He was desperately trying to find the answer to your next question, but the answer was nowhere to be found and it angered him as much as it scared him.

'How… how is it possible that he looks just like you?' 

You looked at Sihtric while you asked the question, but you weren't really asking him. You just needed to say the words. You hoped that by asking the question out loud, it would bring you a solution or an answer of sorts. But it didn't, it only caused more frustration and raised more questions.

'How should I know?' Sihtric scoffed and got up, his hands raking through his curls, 'how the fuck should I know? I have never seen that guy before in my life!'

He paced around your kitchen, his jaw clenched and his brow furrowed.

'But,' you said cautiously, 'it's… it's identical, Sihtric. I mean, he is identical to you. Even the eyes, how- how…' you murmured as your own thoughts pulled you under again.

'I don't know,' Sihtric muttered while he stared out of your kitchen window, stressed and on edge.

Knowing that you had a stalker was already enough to make him worried about you until the guy was eventually caught, whenever that would be, but knowing that your stalker was the spitting image of himself made it so much worse. What if you'd slowly become terrified of him because of Masema? Sihtric was concerned you'd lose trust in him because you couldn't unsee the resemblance between him and that psychopath. And Masema had already proved to be good at the game he was playing, when he had sent you those roses and made you believe they were sent by Sihtric. And Masema had already gotten close to you before, at the Halloween party, what's to say he wouldn't do it again? Was he out to hurt you? Did he simply want to make you his woman? Sihtric spiralled in his thoughts until you pulled him out again by asking another question, once again not directed at him, but you just had to speak the words.

'Is… he… maybe your brother or something?'

'I think I would have known if I had a twin brother,' Sihtric half snarled.

You slowly looked up at him, allowing to soak in his words before you asked another question.

'How can you be so sure?' you asked him, calmly, 'I mean, you told me yourself that your father was, you know, he was with many different-'

'I don't know, okay!' Sihtric snapped, 'I really don't! And it's freaking me out! So just… just drop it!'

'It's freaking you out?' you scoffed, 'yeah, I get that, but how do you think I feel? I mean, if he… if that guy, if Masema shows up at my door I wouldn't even be able to tell you and him apart! I mean, I guess his… he doesn't have the scars you have, and his haircut is different but… but what if it's dark?' you threw your hands up in despair, 'what if he just… finds me? What if I just let him in by accident because I think he's you? Have you thought about that-'

Sihtric turned and rushed towards you, startling you as he got up in your face, his eyes wide and dark, as if filled with a sudden madness.

'Never… let that guy in,' he said with threatening eyes while pointing a finger in your face, 'you hear me?,' he asked sternly, 'you can never let that guy inside your house, ever!'

You stared into his wild eyes with fright, and you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. Suddenly your loving, sweet mechanic looked an awful lot like the mechanic you had dreamed of; the horrible, scary, manipulative and toxic guy. And Sihtric immediately softened when he saw the tears well up in your eyes.

'Fuck,' he hissed and grabbed your hands as he knelt down in front of your chair, 'I- I'm sorry, princess,' he pulled you in his embrace, 'I'm sorry. I never meant to take this out on you, darling. It's just really freaking me out too and I am terrified you're going to get hurt. I… I have no idea how to keep you safe without losing my mind or driving you insane,' he whispered and kissed your lips, 'I just want to keep you safe.'

A few days passed since Sihtric had told you that he had no idea how to keep you safe without losing his mind or driving you insane, and unfortunately he had been right. Your relationship with the mechanic had changed ever since the news about Masema, and you were at a loss. Whenever Sihtric wasn't constantly by your side, he was calling or texting you non-stop. You knew he meant well and that all he wanted was for you to be safe, so you couldn't hate him nor blame him for his behaviour, but you needed to breathe; you needed space. 

Sihtric was smothering you, suffocating you, it almost felt as if Sihtric was your stalker by the way he obsessively texted you when you didn't answer his calls, and how he'd get upset or even angry at you for not answering. You couldn't even take a shower without five missed calls and ten texts, and you didn't know how much more you could take. Sihtric was a sweetheart and you loved him deeply, eternally. You felt something for him that was so pure and raw and real, there wasn't a word to really describe your feelings for him. What you loved about Sihtric was that he was such a free spirit with a kind soul. He was a daredevil who managed to get you out of your shell, despite the terrible incident, he made you feel alive and invincible and loved and most of all; safe and free. At least, that's what you used to feel like. 

Lately you just felt trapped. Because you were both still healing from the accident there had been no more motor rides, no more hours of feeling the wind in your hair while you rode off into the sunset as you cruised on the highways, your arms wrapped around him and your face pressed against his back. It was what you had liked about him, but he had changed. Sihtric became too careful with you after the crash, treating you as if you were made of porcelain. He was constantly worried and on edge that something would happen to you, while all you really wanted was to have fun and live. You had survived a crash, only barely, and the last thing you wanted was to be stuck inside your house with every door and window locked, and yet that was exactly what you had been doing as of late. You craved to go for a simple walk outside on your own… and so that is what you did when your boyfriend finally couldn't spend the night with you because he was working late at the repair shop, catching up with delayed repairs. You didn't tell Sihtric about your plan to leave the house. You knew he would lose his mind if you'd tell him you went for a walk on your own when it was already dark outside, but you needed to get away. You had lied and told the mechanic that you were tired and would go to sleep early that evening, while in reality you had just tied your boots and grabbed your jacket, and you then locked your front door behind you.

You were still very much aware of your stalker, but everything had been quiet in regards to Masema the last few days and you also refused to let some weirdo ruin your life. Besides, you carried a pocket knife that Sihtric had given you in your small bag, and you didn't even need a long walk, just a walk through the neighbourhood would do for now.

And everything went well, you slowly felt the stress that had been taunting you lately leave your body while you cleared your mind, roaming the dark and quiet streets for a good hour. Until your phone suddenly rang and you picked up when you saw it was your boyfriend calling. Sihtric immediately lashed out at you as soon as you picked up. He asked why on earth you were outside without telling him and why at this hour.

'How do you know I am outside?!' you snarled through the phone.

'Because I put a tracking app on your phone!' Sihtric snapped back.

'What?!'

You were stunned. And as you were not too far from Sihtric's work now, you stormed to the repair shop.

'What do you mean you installed a tracking app?!' you yelled when you stepped into the shop.

You startled Sihtric with your outburst and he dropped his tools while he was underneath a car. He rolled out from under the vehicle, covered in grease and dirt, and he jumped up.

'Because I am worried about you!' Sihtric hissed, 'there's some psycho stalking you and you decide to go for a walk without telling anyone?! I think you should be glad I installed that app-'

'Sihtric, do you even realise you are being a stalker right now?!' you teared up, 'you should've at least told me that you installed that thing! How can you… how could you!? It's like you don't trust me!'

'This has nothing to do with trust!'

'It has everything to do with trust!'

You and Sihtric stared at each other; heated, confused and upset. And Finan had watched it all unfold from across the shop.

'I trust you!' Sihtric threw his hands up, 'that's not why I installed that app!'

'Clearly you don't trust me because you're spying on me!'

'And clearly I should because you went out without telling me!'

'I can't believe this,' you scoffed, 'you… you invaded my… my privacy in a way.'

'Oh, come on!' Sihtric sighed.

'Aye,' Finan finally interrupted, 'Sihtric, she's right… you can't just do that. Even if you mean well, that's… that's her privacy.'

'But I did it to protect-'

'I know,' Finan said, calmly, 'we all know why you did it, and we can't blame you for that. But you shouldn't have done it, not like that. You should have told her, discussed this with her so she knew you kept track of her whereabouts.'

'Look,' you finally snapped, 'Sihtric, I- I… I can't keep doing this,' you sniffled, 'I really need some alone time. I love you, but you're… you're constantly around. And when you're not around you keep contacting me in different ways. And I know why, I get it, but it's driving me crazy. And I can't believe you would just spy on my whereabouts with a stupid app like that. It's almost like I have two stalkers!'

'Two- it's not even that big of a deal,' Sihtric said and he stared at you.

'It is to me!'

'Okay, let's all calm down,' Finan said, 'maybe you should take her home, Sihtric,' Finan said carefully, 'you guys need to talk this-'

'No! I just want to be alone!' you yelled and switched off your phone, then stormed out of the shop.

Sihtric wanted to chase after you but Finan stopped him. 

'Don't,' he said, 'you're going to chase her away if you keep this up, mate.'

On your way back home you became careless and angrier the more you thought about everything that had happened. And without really looking where you were going, you accidentally walked into a dark alley. Only halfway through you suddenly saw a silhouette, lit up by the only lantern in the narrow street, which the figure leaned back at. You saw a cigarette was being smoked, as the only thing visible was the soft, orange glow of the burning paper once a drag was being taken. Smoke rose up in the air as the figure exhaled, and just when you slowed your pace with the intention of turning around and leaving the dark alley, the figure spoke.

'Pretty little thing like you shouldn't be out here on her own,' a smooth voice chuckled, and you watched the figure take another drag of the cigarette.

'I can take care of myself,' you feigned confidence while you clutched onto your bag, knowing Sihtric's pocket knife was in there.

'Sure about that?' the silky voice trembled lightly, indicating his amusement, 'lots of psychos hang around here at night, miss, you should be more careful.'

'Psychos like you?' you nervously blurted out to the faceless man.

'That's not very nice,' the man chuckled softly and flicked away his smouldering cigarette before he pushed himself up from the lantern, 'but,' he smacked his lips and slowly walked over, the sound of his heavy leather boots filled the silence before he spoke again, 'I can give you a ride home if you like.'

'As if that's not suspicious,' you now chuckled, but then froze.

Your heart stopped and your breath hitched in your throat when the face of the man was finally revealed to you once he was close enough.

'Y-you…,' you stammered, terrified, 'you're M… M… M-'

'M… M… M,' he taunted as he towered over you, 'Masema,' he said and looked at you intensely.

You stared up into his mismatched eyes, those which were identical to Sihtric's, even in the dark and so up close. Your breath was shaky and your knees trembled lightly while you were backed up against the alley wall. And a dangerous but pleasant smell surrounded the man in front of you; a light mixture of cigarettes, gasoline and alcohol with a hint of mint and leather.

'Relax,' Masema suddenly laughed softly and took a step back, 'I'm not going to hurt you. I just…,' he sighed and looked you up and down, then a smile appeared on his face and he desperately tried to hide it by biting down in his lip, but the adoration in his eyes was impossible to cover up, 'I just want to admire you.'

'You… were at the party,' you randomly said, your eyes still wide and fixated on the stunning man who was dressed in black, baggy cargo jeans with a white shirt and crimson leather jacket on top.

Masema hummed softly, confirming that he was indeed the masked man at the party who had grabbed you, and he stayed close, but not too close. If you wanted to make a run for it, you could've done so, but something inside you refused to run away from the man you had been hiding from for days. You were scared, but apparently not scared enough as a strange feeling of safety lingered around the man who had stalked you.

'H-how do you know so much about me?' you barely whispered.

'I've had my eye on you for a while already,' Masema said softly, and he leaned his shoulder against the wall right next to you, 'I saw you leave that repair shop on one of those nice summer days,' his eyes darted all over your face and figure, and he slowly licked his lips, 'and I haven't been able to get you out of my head ever since. And you're just… fuck,' he breathed, 'you're gorgeous. A goddess-'

'N-no,' you interrupted and swallowed hard, 'no. I- I know who you are and what you do. You need to leave me alone- no, you need to leave us alone, please. I don't know what it is that you want from me, or from us, but… but you have to… to stop,' your words died down as you had spoken and got lost in his eyes.

Masema gazed at you, and the flicker in his eyes told you he was hurt by your words. And then you suddenly felt bad.

'I… I'm sorry,' you whispered, 'I… I just… I don't understand what you want.'

'You,' Masema whispered, his fingers carefully traced your cheek, 'that rat of a boyfriend you have doesn't realise what he has. Does he treat you well, beautiful?'

'H-he does,' you said. 

You had tried to sound confident, but even you knew your words had sounded uncertain. Sihtric did treat you well, but lately he was not the man you had fallen in love with, and it had left you conflicted.

'Does he really?' Masema smiled softly, 'because I would give you the world,' he whispered and leaned in even closer, 'and the stars. I'd give you everything you want.'

'You almost killed me,' you scoffed, quietly, still enchanted by his good looks and his entire energy.

'I never meant to harm you,' he whispered and pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, then traced your lips with his thumb as he held your chin, 'I'm sorry that happened, I regret it. It almost destroyed me too. I even came to visit you in the hospital a few days after, when your boyfriend was being questioned by the police about the incident. You obviously have no memory of it, but I held your hand and I talked to you. I just really… really care for you.'

You were completely enchanted by him, for some unknown reason. You could listen to him speak for hours, as he spoke so softly and calm. His touch was warm and smooth, unlike Sihtric's mechanical hands which were rough. You felt a strange excitement rush through your body, and a warm sensation spread when Masema leaned in, his lips almost touching yours.

'Let me show you,' he whispered.

'Show me… what?' you whispered.

'How much I care for you,' Masema said, his warm breath sneaking inside your mouth as he held his parted lips lightly pressed onto yours, 'I can make you feel alive again.'

Alive. That was all you wanted to feel lately, but had been impossible as Sihtric prevented you from living your life.

'H-how?'

'Join me for a ride?' he whispered, convincingly, 'my bike's just around the corner, beautiful. Let's have some fun. Why won't we have some fun?'

'Oh… okay,' you breathed and mindlessly took his hand when he held it out to you.

On quiet nights like these, Masema didn't wear a helmet when he rode his motorcycle, and you told him it was not a problem. You just wanted to feel alive. And there was no better way to feel alive than to sit on the back of a motorcycle and feeling the wind in your hair. 

And that is exactly what Masema gave you. He made you feel alive again with your arms around his waist, face pressed against his back, the wind in your hair, and the sound of his engine revving while he rode the almost deserted highways in the dark. You closed your eyes and smiled, inhaling the fresh night air and the smell of his leather jacket your face was pressed against, while the tears that rolled down your cheeks were swept away by the wind. You snuck your hands under his half zipped up jacket, feeling his muscles underneath his shirt, and he felt just like Sihtric, like the Sihtric you had fallen in love with, and you couldn't get enough of it. You wrapped your arms tighter around his waist as the ride continued, enjoying the feeling of his muscular body pulled against yours, and you never wanted this moment to end. But two hours had already passed, and so Masema brought you home as it was almost midnight.

'What's wrong, my goddess?' he whispered as he held your face, seeing the tears in your eyes after you had gotten off his bike.

'Nothing,' you mumbled, and Masema wiped away the tears that escaped your eyes, 'I just… feel… I haven't felt this alive in a long time. So safe and… and free,' your voice broke, 'I needed it.'

Masema smiled softly and nuzzled your nose, 'I told you,' he whispered, 'I told you I'd give you everything you want,' he said, and he then captured your lips in a firm kiss.

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[rukkiya]

you’re a mean one (mr grinch)

(scaramouche/wanderer x reader)

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Scaramouche has had enough! He was determined to get your attention. Get your attention back to where it belongs, him and him only and instead of everyone else at this godforsaken Christmas party!

You’ve been avoiding him all day because you both had a small argument about Christmas decorations and he was over it! He wanted your attention back and was determined to get it.

Though his head was spinning and the eggnog in his mouth tasted a bit more bitter than he remembers it tasting, he still dragged his legs into the kitchen where you're cleaning, wanting nothing more than your touch right now.

Mostly everyone had made their way out, you stuck behind because you were helping a friend clean. You didn’t really expect Scaramouche to stay behind and wait since he seemed annoyed after you both argued earlier.

You heard the kitchen door slide open, not bothering to turn to see who had entered as you were too focused on the task at hand. Cleaning up the kitchen.

You felt someone pull on your shirt with force, making you take a few steps back from the kitchen sink.

“Hey what the!”

Just as you were about to slap the person's hands away you felt the same pair of hands pull you close to their chest.

You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was now as the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne flooded your senses, making you let out a sigh of relief, thankful some random person wasn’t grabbing at you.

You turn to look at him, confused by his sudden display of affection. His eyes looked anywhere but yours. His cheeks and ears seemed to be more flushed as he pulled you closer to him.

“You’re warm.” Scaramouche whispers, resting his head on your shoulder making your body freeze.

Now you were really confused because he was acting like you both didn’t just argue before arriving at the party. Yes, the argument may have been small and meaningless but you would be lying if you said your feelings weren’t hurt a bit.

Christmas is your all time favorite holiday and decorating for it is something you very much look forward to doing. So, when you took out the decorations and started to put them up, Scaramouche had just come home in a particularly snappy mood because of something that occurred at work. When he walked in and saw your decorations he grew more annoyed for no reason. You were unaware of his mood and asked if he’d like to join and he said no, called your decorations stupid and said it was meaningless to do so since he’ll just take them down because the he sees no point in celebrating the “dumb holiday” making you feel slightly embarrassed for even trying to decorate in the beginning.

You are aware of the moods he can get in, but what he said hurt your feelings a bit. He ended up arriving at the party earlier than you since it led to a small argument and him leaving your shared apartment. Before you made your way out you ended up taking down the little decorations you did manage to get up, feeling stupid for even trying and pushing it onto him when he didn’t want to do it in the first place.

The way he was acting right now was making you confused since he’s not one to give in, also Scara isn’t one to get touchy feely in public and though there wasn’t anyone around it still confused you as to why he was acting like this.

Just as you were about to question him you hear a familiar annoying laugh come from behind you as the kitchen door slides open once again.

“Oh gosh what’s this? Is he actually showing affection to you? Hahah *burp* I think he had too much eggnog.” Childe slurs, as he throws himself on nearby the counter to keep himself up.

“Eggnog? How would eggnog get him like this?” You question, confused as to why he was this tipsy off some eggnog.

“Well because this bowl over here,” Childe stumbles to the kitchen table and leans over, turning and sending you a smile. “Is my ‘homemade’ eggnog. Family recipe actually helps keep us adults warm during the freezing holidays up in Snezhnaya if you know what I mean.” Childe raises his eyebrows at you and you feel a pair of hands grab on to your waist, pulling you back a bit.

“Shut up Childe. Leave us alone. I want y/n all to myself.” Scara defensibly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest sending a cold glare at Childe.

“Woah woah there,” Childe’s hands go up in defense. “They’re all yours buddy just giving them a heads up.” He sends a wink your way as he makes his way to the kitchen door, giving you a knowing look before slipping out.

“Scaramoche?” you gently tap on his hand, earning a small hum as he kisses your shoulder making you clear your throat.

Thankfully no one else was in the kitchen and the party you both were currently at had ended not too long ago.

“Scaramouche. How much did you have to drink?” You ask, patting again to get his attention, only to feel his arms wrap around your waist tighter.

“You’ve been here all night, time for you to come with me. Let's go home, I've missed you.” He closes his eyes, you didn’t use the nickname you always called him which got him more annoyed. His body was slightly swaying side to side as his hand moved to your waist, moving you along with him.

“I have to finish cleaning.” You turn away from him, you were still slightly upset with the way he acted earlier.

“You’re no fair you know?” His movements stop as he lifts his head up slowly.

In an instant he has you turned around, making you let out a small surprised yelp earning a shit eating smirk from him right after.

“Scaramoche! Im serious, just how much did you drink?” You ask, hands planted on his chest to steady yourself.

“Not much,” he rolled his eyes. “This is nothing, besides I’m here to get you because you owe me!” He states, eyes narrowing at you.

“What? Just what exactly do I owe you? You’re the one that decided to tag along.” You ask, giving him a questioning look, confused as to why he even wanted your attention, wasn’t he still upset too?

His hands gently grab yours, lifting them to cup his face, his eyes closing as he lets out a content hum at the feeling of your touch.

Seeing him vulnerable like this made your heart flutter, his touch was making your skin burn by how gentle he was being. Was it the alcohol speaking though? He probably doesn’t even remember the meaningless flight we had earlier. You think to yourself as you gently pat his face, small smile fading as you remember the dumb argument.

“I have to get back to cleaning. I'm almost done. We’ll head home in just a bit ok.” You send him a smile, gently pulling your hand back and turning around

“Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to get back to cleaning…. hEY-“

Your body only turned halfway before he quickly took hold of your wrist, pulling you back. Pushing you until your back made contact with the counter, his arms caging you in leaving you no room for escaping.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions, face mere inches from yours.

The sweet smell of eggnog and bitter notes of alcohol filled your scenes as he leaned closer.

“You owe me something, you know that right?” He whisper’s, making you nervously gulp.

“Come on now,” his hand makes its way to the side of your face as he gently took hold, his thumb swiping your lower lip as he licked his own. His pupils blown wide as he looks at your lips.

“What’s gotten into you?.” You question, hand coming to rest on his forehead checking for any signs of fever making him roll his eyes.

“You won’t give me your attention.” He states flatly, eyes longingly staring at you.

“You’re not mad anymore?” You ask, confused because he never gives in or asks for your touch like this.

“You were mad earlier, I thought maybe you were still annoyed with me.” You admit, pouting a bit, making his breath hitch.

He had forgotten about your small argument and truth be told he wasn’t even mad at you in the first place, well he was annoyed at how you “avoided” him but he had forgotten he had stormed out and left you alone before the party. So now seeing your furrowed brows and sad eyes, he feels slightly bad for how he reacted earlier.

“You weren’t giving me attention, you haven’t kissed me all day.” He admits, feeling bad as he remembers how he blew up on you for no reason.

“Why do you want my kisses? I thought you were annoyed with me.” You ask, feeling bad for keeping distance during the party now, seeing how Childe had made him drink when he probably didn’t want to.

“But it’s tradition isn’t it?” He questions you, corner of his mouth turning up as your eyebrows furrow together, confused as to what he was implying.

His index finger tilts your chin up as he looks up at the ceiling along with you and in all its glory hangs a mistletoe.

You felt his breath tickle your face as he let out a chuckle, “You can’t say no to tradition now can you?” He asks, knowing full well you're a sucker for anything holiday related. He remembers how you were excited to decorate earlier and he knows how much you love simple decorations like this.

“Well maybe I can,” you look away from him feeling embarrassed, “I ended up taking down the decorations.” You admit, making his heart sink a bit at your sad expression. “I didn’t realize I overdid it with the decorations a bit I’m-“

His lips crash onto yours shutting you up because gosh he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t realize that what he said bothered you so much for you to keep thinking about it, he knew you were about to apologize for absolutely nothing so he decided to shut you up with a kiss he’s been desperately wanting this whole night before you were able to get it out.

“You don’t know,” He hums, deepening the kiss as both his hands gently cup your face. “You don’t know how much I wanted this.” He speaks between kisses making your stomach erupt with butterflies because goodness sakes he doesn’t know what he does to your poor heart.

A small mewl escapes your lips and into the kiss making him smile, hand traveling down to your waist to pull you closer. You now tasted the egg nog you had smelled coming from him earlier, it tasted sweeter than you thought it would.

“Don’t deprive me from this ever again.” He suddenly stops, pulling away his eyes much softer and features less tense than earlier.

“I’m sorry I was being rude earlier. I didn’t mean to blow up on you and call your decorations stupid. I’ll help you put the decorations back up when we get home.” He smiles, one that makes your face feel warm because the look he was giving you was too tender for your heart to handle.

“You mean it! You promise it’s not stupid? We actually don’t have to, you know? I did go a bit overboard. I know it was a bit much but I just wanted to decorate with you.” You admit, eyes looking away from his feeling slightly embarrassed for the way you acted.

“Hey, it’s not your fault, ok I wasn’t mad at you to begin with. Well ok yeah I was annoyed because you were depriving me from your kisses but now,” he leans in once again, smiling wide as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Now your attention is all mine once again so I couldn’t be any happier you see.” He smiles, planting two kisses on the corners of your mouth then a gentle one on your lips. “Now, let’s go home and decorate, yeah? Let's leave this lame Christmas party already and have our own back at home.” He nods his head, smile widening when you excitedly nod yours back. “I like that idea.” You laugh, and he gently pinches your cheeks, planting one last kiss on your nose before lacing your fingers together. His mood now lifted as he feels you give his hand a squeeze. Maybe now his mood about Christmas won't be so bitter anymore.

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authors note: hello lovlies!!! posting early today what?!? well it’s not necessarily early but it’s a day earlier than when I regularly post hehehe. and look it’s a fluff one shot!! finally omg I was like I need to at least give the people a break with angst for once, at least once lol so here is this fluff hurt/comfort scara fic woooo!! wrote for him to celebrate him finally being playable after two years and bc he came home ꒰´꒳`∗꒱. ALSO OHMY- it’s two weeks to Christmas already what?!?! remember to stay safe, stay warm I’m very thankful for each and everyone of you and I want you to know I’m happy that you’re here! :D stay safe everyone please, I do hope you all enjoy ^~^<333

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Grinch

Tony Stark x reader

A/N I'm so sorry for being so unorganised I thought something like this would be easy but I realised that it takes a ridiculous amount of planning so next time when I do an event like this I'll plan it for a couple more weeks in advance, but at least I can learn from this mistake. The last few fics for my 100 followers celebration SHOULD be coming out over the next few days so thank you for your patience. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary Tony is a bit of a Grinch and you plan to change it

DO NOT REPOST ONTO ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff

Christmas wasn’t Tony’s favourite time of year, if anything he hated it. It wasn’t hard to understand since he had spent many years alone as each day bled into another with the drink, drugs and women.

However, you were determined to get Tony into the Christmas spirit this year. The first step of your plan was to take him shopping for decorations.

“Come on Tony, stop being such a grinch, we're going shopping whether you like it or not,” you told him with your arms crossed.

“I can just get F.R.I.D.A.Y to order them for us,” he retorted with a pout on his face.

You walked over to him and kissed his pouty lips, “It will be fun babe, I promise,” you gave him the sweetest smile you could conjure.

“Fine, only because I love you,” he responded, kissing you again.

“And I love you too,” you grabbed his hand and practically dragged him out the door. 

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“What do you think of these baubles?” you asked Tony.

“They look good, they’ll go with the tree,” he replied.

Tony wasn’t ready to admit it, but he had started getting into the Christmas spirit. He was starting to enjoy this shopping spree that he almost didn’t join you on.

“We’ll get these then,” you put them in the basket with a smile on your face.

You noticed Tony’s new interest in the decorations which was unexpected but made you happy.

“I think that’s it for this shop,” you walked over to the till and Tony emptied the basket.

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Two hours of shopping later, you were back home with countless bags spread across the living room. 

“Please can you help me decorate?” you asked Tony.

You walked over to him and sat in his lap, “Pleeeease.”

Tony rolled his eyes, “You owe me,” he told you with a playful smirk.

You smiled and grabbed his hand. You took him over to the tree you put up in the corner of the living room and handed Tony a box of baubles.

“Put them anywhere you think it looks good,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrow, “really?”

“Yeah. I’m aware that I’m a perfectionist on everything else but I promise decorating the tree is supposed to be fun, not perfect.”

You both took baubles out of the box and put them on the branches. Around 40 minutes -and a lot of messing around- you were finished. 

“Oh shit,” you exclaimed.

“What?” Tony asked, concerned.

“We forgot to put the lights on the tree.”

Tony looked at the tree and then at the lights on the floor, “I could still get them on, I’ll just have to be careful,” With that, Tony picked up the string of lights and carefully put them around the tree.

Once he was finished, he pulled back to look at the tree but had knocked five baubles off in doing so.

“Shit!” he shouted which made you laugh, “It’s not funny,” he told you whilst trying to hold in his laugh.

“I think it looks amazing babe,” you said.

“Me too, but I’m tired. We can finish decorating tomorrow, ” Tony feinforced this with the fakest yawn you've ever seen.

“Seems like it,” you grabbed the other decorations and put them in a box ready for the next day. 

Then, Tony got onto the couch and started to flick through the channels on the tv before deciding to look through Netflix.

You walked over to Tony and smiled at his concentrated face.

He looked up at you and mentioned with a smirk on his face, “You owe me still.”

“What do I owe you Tones?” you didn’t know what answer to expect since Tony was so unpredictable.

“You owe me cuddles on the couch while we watch the Grinch,” he said, grabbing a blanket and shuffling back on the couch.

“One, you are the Grinch and two, that sounds fair,” you replied, smiling and getting onto the couch. Tony just rolled his eyes in response.

You shuffled back so Tony was spooning you and his chin was resting on your head. He threw the blanket over you and kissed your head. You both stayed like that until you fell asleep.

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So we already had the elves getting Mrs clause pregnant and each child would be, and obviously Aris child. Now what about our dear Grinch Bucky?

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summary - what if mrs claus and the grinch had a baby?

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“I didn’t know I’d have to be involved in this bullshit.” Bucky grunts, holding his baby boy as he feeds him. “What are you looking at?” He glares down at his child, both having the same bluish-yellowish eyes. The baby babbles, giggling as his little hands reach up, gently stroking his father's cheeks.

You smile, leaning against the doorway. “Like I’ve told the others, if you want me to have your children, you will be helping. There won’t be any of this. All the women do all the work.” You raise your brow, giggling as your son works his way into Bucky’s cold heart.

Bucky glares at you. “I didn’t ask you to get pregnant.”

You raise a brow again. “Oh? So you growling into my ear as you pounded into me, saying your going to breed me, going to pump me full of your seed so I can carry your children. Wasn’t you?” He huffs, looking back at his son.

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Day 24: Smoker - Stop Being Such a Grinch

Christmas was such an important time for you.  Especially this year because it was the first Christmas you and your boyfriend, Smoker, were hosting.  You were so stressed.  You had been working on decorations, planning the dinner, picking out an outfit since Thanksgiving.  Smoker, though he would never say it, was worried about you.  You had become so engrossed with Christmas that he started to hate it.  So he talked to Tagishi about what to do.  She told him that he should act like he hates Christmas, then maybe you would stop worrying and just stop all your Christmas craziness.  So when he got back to your home, the place looked like Santa threw up on the place.  There were red and green plaid pillows on every chair, there was a huge green tree with what seemed like thousands of glittery green and red ornaments.  And don’t even get him started on the tinsel.  After seeing the house, he knew it was time to get Operation: Stop My Love to commence.

“Take these all down,” Smoker said as he started to take down all of the tinsel inside the house.

“Oh stop being such a Grinch!” you yelled back, trying to put all of the tinsel back on the beautiful wooden mantle.

“No!  I am sick and tired of Christmas.  Everyone treats it like the best time of the year, but it isn’t.  Everyone is stressed out, annoyed and I can’t stand it!”

In his fit of rage, he knocked over the Christmas tree that you worked so hard to put up.  Hot tears started to roll down your face.

“Fine!  If you hate Christmas so much, leave!”  You ran out of the living room.  After seeing this fit of sadness.  He was starting to feel really bad for doing this.  He was also very mad at Tagishi.

He grabbed your wrist as you tried to walk away from him, “Hey, I’m sorry.  You seem just so stressed and I thought maybe if you thought I really hated Christmas that you would stop stressing about it.  Okay, for the record, I asked Tagishi for advice and she said to be a Grinch.  Last time I ever ask her for advise.”

You looked at him and kissed him on the cheek, which was now changing to a bright red, “Thanks babe. That’s really sweet of you to worry.  If you had just said something about me stressing too much, I would’ve just calmed down a little.  I just know Christmas is super important for everyone.”

He chuckled, “not really.  I think Christmas is stupid.  It’s just another excuse to spend too much money on others when in reality they just put on a fake smile then bash you behind your back.”

“What happened to you?  Do you want to talk about it?  Do you really hate Christmas?”

“No.  But for you, I’ll pretend to love Christmas.  I’ll even wear an ugly sweater.”  And that’s exactly what he did.  When your parents came over, he was the best Christmas loving boyfriend ever, ugly sweater and all.

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