#there's nothing christmasy about this at all

[simpforrooster]

to the left.

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x f!reader

summary: fun little christmasy one-shot. rooster helps decorate

t/w: allusions of smut

“A little to the left,” you call from the mound of plush blankets on the couch.

Rooster’s shoulders slump momentarily in defeat before straightening the star on the tree.

You study the star, tilting your head to the left, then the right. “I think it needs to go back to the right.”

Rooster tilts it back the way he had it mere seconds ago. His fit arm is stretched to the top of the tree. A small sliver of his abs peek beneath the green henley he wears. The plaid pajama pants (that match yours) hang low on his hips.

“I don’t know, Roos. Back to the left”

At this, Roosted lets an exasperated sigh. His hand falls from the tree and lands on his hip, extinguishing that small sliver of skin. He shoots you a look.

“I’m beginning to think you’re pulling my leg.”

You shake your head vigorously, widening your eyes in feign innocence. You point to the tree. “To the left!”

Rooster starts on you, abandoning the tree. He hovers over you, placing all hand on either side of you. The back of the couch holds his weight off you, but you want nothing more than to have him drape himself over you.

“This left?” he asks, placing a kiss under your left ear. Butterflies fill your stomach as he brings his brown eyes to yours. You audibly gulp, causing one of his brows to arch.

“Or was it the right?” he murmurs, kissing under you right ear.

He smiles into your neck, right against your racing pulse. “I can’t believe I do that to you.”

“Oh, please,” you scoff, your voice coming about breathless.

You slip your hands around his neck, and into his hair. You trail a line of kisses up his neck and along his jaw. His breath hitches in the back of his throat, and suddenly, you know exactly what he means.

Knowing you have the same effect on Rooster that he does you thrills you in more ways than one.

“C’mere,” he murmurs in your ear, pulling you from the couch. Once he has you on your feet, his arms wrap tightly around your waist. Tugging you flush against his body, he leans down and takes your lips in his. Every part of you flairs to life. As his hands slide from your waist to your hips, you can’t help but feel just what you do to him.

Rooster’s hands slide around your ass, hoisting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Can the tree wait?” he whispers against your jaw, walking the two of you back to your room.

masterlist.

a/n: i’m bbbbaaaacccckkk

[st4rgzer]

FLIGHT TICKETS (nathan doe)

summary: you miss your brothers and Nate tries to help you in the best way he knows how

genre: FLUFFFLUFF

cw!: mentions of missing your brothers…?

a/n: i think this was requested by @iha8you i think

“hey you know who we haven’t seen in a while?” i say, with my legs rested on his lap, we’re both laying on the couch, watching a cheesy rom-com only I enjoy.

“who?” he asks, diverting his gaze from the movie and onto me.

“my brothers, now that they’re internet famous and living in LA, we haven’t seen them since like, august” I sit up so I can look at him better, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

“yeah you’re right” he thought for a moment, given the 5 hour plane ride would take at least ‘some’ planning to do. “do you wanna call ‘em and see if we can plan to go there?” nate says before picking up the remote and pausing the movie. He gets out his phone before my response to see the earliest flights available.

“yeah but babe, calm down, we don’t have to do this like, right now” I say, laughing a little bit. Living so far away from my brothers hasn’t been the easiest so Nate was always there for me when they couldn’t be, so he sometimes overdoes it with these things, but i don’t mind, the majority of the time….(foreshadowing the“puppy love”fic im working on…)

“but- you’ve been talking ‘bout how you miss them lately, with all the christmasy stuff and all” he says, grabbing my hand reassuringly. He never liked seeing me sad, he knew that christmas meant a lot to me and to not have them around for all the pre-christmas traditions wasn’t nice. He also missed them, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

“i know, i know. But we really don’t have to think about this today, we’ll get the flights tomorrow, lets just finish the movie first m’kay?” I pleaded, squeezing his hand and smiling at him, trying to not get him to rush on making decisions.

“finee” he sighed, caving in “but I don’t even like the movie…” he muttered under his breath.

“what d’ya say?” i asked, turning my head to him with a half joking, questioning look.

“….nothing…?” he mumbled with a grin on his face, trying to hide the fact that he tried to say he didn’t like to watch “ten things i hate about you” for the 10th time, which he did enjoy of course, but just cause it was with me.

I let him off easily and just grinned, rolling my eyes at him, and curling up besides him, snaking an arm around my waist and bringing me in.

A while later, as I was drifting off to sleep, he took out his phone, quickly bringing the brightness down to not disturb me, and opening up “skyscanner” he typed up “boston-los angeles flights” and got looking, I peered open my eye just a bit and smiled when I saw him looking cautiously through the flight info, eventually putting in his credit card information and turning his phone off. God he was stubborn but I couldn’t help but melt at his determination to make me smile.

“i love you” I whispered beside him, eyes closed, a smile still on my face, he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek in response and turned the volume on the tv down.

I guess we’re going to LA?

a/n: sorry this was short bbg @iha8you

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @iha8you @gabbylovesreading @slaysturniolo @stvrni0lo @sturniolol @stvrniolo @20nugs @partoftoofuckinmanyfandoms @ifilwtmfc

[myveryownfanfiction]

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

warnings: swearing

there were little fake Christmas trees everywhere in camp. Father mulchaey was stringing up popcorn strands anywhere he could. Radar was playing Christmas music over the speakers. Trapper had already gotten his Christmas care package from home. Frank was whining about the midnight mass already and the only person left listening was Margret. Hawkeye had invited me to the swamp to help decorate and go through the care package his father had sent over but I was starting to think of ways to get out of it.

“(Y/N), Hawkeye is looking for you.” Radar said as I paused outside post op. I nodded. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah radar.” I smiled at him. “Just been a long day.” I ran a hand down my face and nodded at him. I made my way to the swamp, hands buried in my pockets. I knocked on the door and Hawkeye opened the door, smiling happily at me.

“hi.” He said softly. He missed me before letting me in. “Package is on trappers bed.” I nodded before taking a seat and rubbing my eyes. Hawkeye went to grab the care package before staring at me. “Everything alright?”

“you’re the second person to ask me that today.” I mumbled as I laid back. Hawkeye took a seat next to me, box forgotten on the floor at our feet. “I’m alright. Just exhausted. And feeling like this year couldn’t be any less christmasy.” I felt Hawkeye rub my leg.

“I know what you mean. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to not seeing snow.” Hawkeye whispered. “And all the decorations don’t do anything to help.” I nodded and Hawkeye laid down next to me, head pressed against mine. “What can I do to make you feel better?” I shrugged and turned to look at him. Hawkeye wrapped his arm around my stomach and pulled me closer as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“I don’t know.” I sighed. “Just wait for this to pass and make sure I don’t get worse.” I offered. Hawkeye nodded and kissed me.

“I can do that.” He said before pulling me up. “In the meantime let’s see what dad sent.” I nodded and helped him open the package. I was surprised to find items in the package for me as well and my mood lifted slightly. Once the box was discarded, I sat with the small snowglobe in my hands. “I guess he knew we were missing the snow.” Hawkeye commented as he went about making himself a drink.

“I guess he did.” I said with a sad smile. “Hey hawk?” I looked up at him. Hawkeye looked at me expectantly. “You ever wonder what would happen if we don’t make it through the war? Not like we don’t return home but like we don’t…” I sighed and looked back at the snow globe. “Last. I guess.”

“no.” Hawkeye shook his head, sitting next to me again. “Because I know we’re going to make it. Once we get back may be a different story. I’ve heard relationships built on shared trauma don’t always end well but there’s nothing stopping us from giving it a go.” I smiled at him and cupped his cheek.

“Sidney tell you that?” I asked. Hawkeye turned his head to kiss my palm.

“nah. Flagg.” I laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. “We’ll be alright. Just you wait and see.” I nodded and curled up against Hawkeye as he laid down. He gently pried the snow globe from my hands and put it on the table next to his bed. “Well make it to see the snow. I promise you.”

[yae-energy]

╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ christmas time is here !! ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : what gets these jjk character’s into the christmas spirit ??

✧˖° cast and crew : megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, nobara kugisaki

.ᐟ content warnings : fluffy nonsense, a tiny manga spoiler (tsumiki), one mention of gojo, not proofread (sorry not sorry <3)

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : this is my christmas gift to the masses !!! i love yall, mwah mwah

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megumi <3 : hot chocolate !!

megumi doesn’t really care for christmas (or really any holiday for that matter.) it’s not because he hates it or anything. but he’s just kinda… y’know? he’s just very indifferent about it, and it’s really because:

a.) he’s never really had anyone to celebrate with.

sure, he has gojo and they get each other presents, but it’s moreso just a one and done deal. gojo is usually out doing…whatever so there’s not really much time for more than a quick “merry christmas, here’s your gift, i love you”

(the “i love you” is def more on gojo’s end but he nods in reciprocation)

b.) he doesn’t find much exciting about it.

he used to celebrate with tsumiki but… that stopped a long while ago due to unforeseen circumstances.

however, no matter how indifferent and blasé he may feel about the holidays. megumi fushiguro cannot (and will not.) deny a nice, warm, cup of hot cocoa ! he just can’t do it.

plus, now that he actually has people to celebrate the holidays with when gojo isn’t around, maybe there’s something to look forward to after all.

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yuji <3 : christmas movies (hallmark and all)

this mf LOVESSSSS christmas i tell you. and i mean, LOVESSSSSS the shit. there is no bigger fan than yuji itadori i can assure you that. so, what better way is there to get in the christmas spirit than with a christmas movie???

he loves the real cheesy tropey ones where the mc has to find “the true meaning of christmas” he can’t get enough of it !! mf eats that shit up every. single. time. without fail.

what can he say??? there’s nothing more christmas than…well… a christmas movie? bro is lwk a movie buff so he’s more than likely seen every single christmas movie at least twice. every day of december, he gets megumi and nobara to sit down and watch the movies with him and they have so much fun :(

- yuji provides the movies (of course.) it’s usually a hallmark movie cause he swears they’re a staple of the holidays. they’re never good though, (cause it’s hallmark.) but he thinks they’re classics nonetheless

- nobara provides the blankets and pillows for maximum warmth and comfort. (she even sets up her laptop and has like, a stock video of a fire place for ambiance.)

- megumi provides the snacks and drinks !!! both nobara and yuji can agree that megumi makes the best hot chocolate. (“there’s a science to it” as megumi often says.) and, he gets all their fave snacks as well.

they all have a shit ton of fun, more memories for yuji to cherish <3

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nobara <3 : christmas sweaterssss (and accessories)

despite being the fashionable fashionista she is, nobara loves an ugly christmas sweater. NOTHING BEATS IT LIKEEE ??? idk, it’s just such a christmasy thing?? y’know?? it’s almost mandatory to have one.

her first christmas with megumi and yuji, she got them all matching christmas sweaters for yuji’s “12 days of movies” marathon (it exceeded past 12 days but whatever.)

and when i tell you miss ma’am went SHOPPING??? oh girl she went SHOPPING SHOPPING. blankets, pillows, sweaters, headbands, etc. (and gojo happily funded her excursion too.)

just something about christmas makes her all giddy and excited, she needs to have every piece of clothing imaginable. and for every day of the movie night she brings a new sweater and headband for them to wear so they can embody the christmas spirit !!!

she gets those reallll big and fluffy blankets too so you know it’s all cozy and shit. by the end of the movie they’re all passed tf outttttt, they be waking up with those lines on their faces and everythinggg. them naps had them wondering what day and time it was 😭

she gets them all ugly sweaters for the true christmas feel, and she take a picture of all of them all decked out in their christmas-wear.

there’s never really a moment where nobara would willingly be caught ugly in something like that, but she makes ONE exception to cherish the memories.

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @zairene @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @nudystar @stqrriichiigo

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⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : it’s been so long since i posted omg 😭😭😭 i wanted to do smth for christmas though to make up for halloween. (mb y’all… 😬)

also, take a shot everytime i say “christmas” or “holiday’s” 💀 def doing one for the second years though !!!!!

anyhow, stay safe, drink water. “stay supa freaky ! have great vagina ! i love yaaaa 😝”

- xoxo, yves

[yes-i-am-happyaspie]

❄May Your Days Be Merry and Bright Series🎄

by happyaspie

All of my G rated winter and holiday themed fics in one place!

Peter Parker's December Shenanigans  [1999]

A collection of related short stories that center around Winter/Christmas. Everything from Advent to New Year's Eve. [This fic is a continuation of Peter Parker's October but could also be read alone.]

The Definition of Anything  [2020]

The heater in Peter's apartment goes out on the coldest day of the year and the landlord seemed to be overrun with maintenance requests. Calling Tony to help him out seemed like the next logical solution. After all, he had told him many, many times that he should call him if he ever needed anything.  The man had never really specified what 'anything' meant but he figured that by definition, 'I'm cold and you know how to fix things.', fell into that category. Right?

Secret Sugarplum Spiderling [2020]

Peter has been taking ballet for nearly as long as he can remember and all of his hard work has finally paid off. He's been cast as the Cavelier to the Sugarplum Fairy in his Performing Arts School's production of The Nutcracker. It's a big deal and it's going to take up a good bit of time but... he's just not sure he's ready for his mentor to know about that particular hobby just yet. He's sure it'll be fine ... All he has to do is show up at the studio on time, keep his grades up, make sure to see Tony on a regular enough basis that he doesn't worry and try to squeeze in some patrolling in between. It's that simple. Right?

Holiday Traditions [2021]

When a brief misunderstanding leaves Morgan thinking that Peter doesn’t like Christmas, Peter decides that it would be fun to teach her more about Hanukkah. In order to do so, he and May invite the Starks' to share in some of their holiday traditions.[This story is part of a post-Endgame AU. However, it can easily be read on it's own!]

Well, Merry Sickmas, I Guess [2021]

Peter is sick, Christmas is right around the corner and May had no idea how to help him. Naturally they end up in Tony’s medbay. It doesn’t take long for Peter to be diagnosed with nothing more than some mild dehydration and a nasty stomach bug. However, knowing she can’t take Peter to just any hospital should things go downhill, leaves May feeling a little nervous. …And that’s how Peter and May end up spending the holiday with Tony Stark in his Penthouse apartment. [12/14] Now featuring a short and completely unplanned Bruce Banner centric chapter 2!

Merry Stitchamas  [2022]

All Peter wanted to was to cook May a really nice dinner for when she got home from her Christmas Eve shift. He'd thought it out and was excited to put it all together-- until the knife slipped and he accidentally cut his thumb. The good news is, he knows exactly who to call.

“Hey, Mr. Stark!” Peter greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could pull together given the circumstances. “I, uh, I know it’s Christmas Eve and all, but can I ask you a really quick question?”

Calm Still Night  [2022]

Just a quick fic about Tony enjoying the Penthouse's warm Christmasy atmosphere with Peter by his side.

Seeing is Believing  [2022]

Young Peter Parker, who has started doubting the existence of Christmas Magic, is given the opportunity to board a train heading for the North Pole. The entire night is one big adventure as he meets new friends, makes some spontaneous decisions, and has the best, most magical time of his life. [This fic is based on the film version of The Polar Express. However, you don't have to have seen the movie to enjoy the story!]

Snow-cation [2023]

After Tony's elaborate family winter getaway plans are grounded due to the early arrival of some snow, Peter does his best to make sure everyone still has a good time. Especially Tony, who seems more than a little put out by the disruption.

Toasty Warm  [2023]

Peter comes to the tower after a night of patrolling in the cold- with a broken heater. Tony helps him warm up, with hot cocoa and warm blankets, and a hoodie straight from the dryer.

🆕 Best Night Ever  [2023]

Peter’s been promised a night of ice skating. At first, things didn't go quite as he planned. But in a joyful turn of events, he ends up having a night filled with unexpected surprises, a walk in the snow, the promised ice skating adventure and several heartwarming moments. It all wraps up with a few holiday treats and a lot of family bonding.

✨Coming Soon! ✨

Santa Impersonator Happy [Dec. 14th 2023]

Happy walks into the F.E.A.S.T. building prepared to drop off a check and leave. Then Peter uses his big brown eyes to convince him to stay and help out. He just wished he'd asked a few more questions before agreeing.

"Santa. You want me to dress up as- Santa?

How Spidey Saved Christmas [Dedc. 20th 2023]

After rescuing a few stolen shopping bags, Spider-Man stumbles upon Santa Claus and his damaged sleigh in Central Park. With Tony's help, Peter is able to get Santa back in the air, thus saving Christmas. As an added bonus, he’s able to get Tony back the nice list as well. Santa thanks Peter by inviting him to assist in delivering some gifts Including the ones he’d saved! Together, they fly through the night, spreading holiday cheer. "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

[duskwoodgirl4life]

A/N here is my Christmas oneshot I've been learning to take my time when it comes to writing. Hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I have loved writing it.

I wasn't going to put up decorations this year but Jessy and Lilly convinced me to put them up. They came round to help me get everything looking christmasy but it's not a happy Christmas not for me it isn't. Things just aren't the same without Jake; he's been gone now for almost 4 months. In that time he's contacted me maybe 10 times and that's when he's been able to. I miss him so much his stupid job took him away from me. Why did he have to take up a job with the FBI? Sure it wasn't too bad in the beginning but now that he's been gone this long with barely any contact. My heart feels like it's breaking. I keep thinking he's going to walk through the front door any moment. 

Every time my phone rings or a message comes through my heart feels like it's skipping a million beats. I think I have started to get used to the disappointment of it not being Jake. When I spoke to him he kept telling me this is his last job working away and that he will be back in duskwood. Duskwood police offered him a job after he gets back from where he is. He wasn't even allowed to tell me where he was going. I hate the FBI and I hate Jake for leaving me this long. 

I don't even want to put up these stupid decorations, I just want to rip them all down and throw them away. Right now I feel so bitter and angry my heart feels like it's broken and can't be put back together. I try my hardest to put on a brave face around the others. I really can't handle Dan telling me he told me so because if I hear him say it I might just punch him. I do my best to snap out of my mood and pretend I am happy as far as the others are concerned nothing is wrong. 

I feel like I am full of so much hate after everything that's happened, this was going to be our first Christmas together as a couple he promised he would be here. Instead I have to wake up in an empty bed on Christmas day. He should be there next to me. I'm so lost in my own thoughts I don't see Jessy standing next to me. I feel her hand on my shoulder. I could never hide anything from her. She always knows when something is wrong. 

I turn to look at her and I can see that she knows something is wrong, “it’s okay to be angry and upset, I know how much you miss him” Jessy always knows how I'm feeling without having to say it. “This is not how it's supposed to be, he's supposed to be here helping put up decorations and drinking hot chocolate with marshmallows” Jessy smiles warmly at me and pulls me in for a tight hug. “I know one thing this Christmas you are not going to be alone, you have me and the others. We will make it as special as possible” 

Jessy is starting to make me feel a little better and I want to be able to at least have a good Christmas this year. “You know what your right Jessy, I want to be able to have a good Christmas. Why don't we play doodle friends? but this time we draw on the white board from Jake's office” Jessy smiles and runs off into Jake's office to get his white board. I pour myself a glass of wine and wait for Jessy to get back. Everyone gathered around Dan insisted on going first; he likes to think he's some sort of picasso. 

“Right silence genius at work” I couldn't help but laugh at Dan's comment he starts to draw hoping that it's going to be better than the cigar/skull he drew last time. He starts drawing a face, adding way too much detail, finally he adds a pair of earrings. Everyone is shouting out guesses and getting it all wrong. I suddenly realized what it is that Dan's going on about. “I've got it, it's earrings” everyone is shouting at Dan for his stupid drawing of course he's arguing back. 

We carry on playing for a few more hours then everyone leaves “are you sure you don't want me to stay over MC?” I smile and hug Jessy. Her heart is in the right place. “It's okay Jessy I'll be fine, I will be seeing you all tomorrow anyway at Cleos” right now I just want to have time for myself and Jessy understands that. “Okay MC if you change your mind just text me and I'll be right over” I hug Jessy once more before saying goodbye. “I will Jessy, see you all tomorrow morning” 

Everyone has left. It's so quiet without them all here. The silence just fills the room, I keep myself busy and tidy up and put all the rubbish in the bin. Once I've finished I sit down on the sofa with a glass of whisky and I put the TV on for some background noise. 

The next morning I wake up another day alone without Jake, I drag myself out of bed and go shower. A big part of me wants to go back to bed and not leave the house but I'm not going to do that. After showering and getting myself into something that isn't an oversized hoodie and sweats I put on a new dress I bought for Christmas. This was the dress I was going to surprise Jake with but that is going to have to wait. 

Once I've got ready I grab my jacket and keys and head out to Cleos, she's been working so hard on this Christmas dinner. After parking up outside Cleo's I knock on the door and get greeted by a very happy Cleo. “MC!! It's so good to see you, you look amazing in that dress come in” I walk into Cleo's apartment and everything looks amazing. Everyone is already here Dan and Thomas are arguing over what Christmas music to put on. Richy is helping Jessy set the table and Lilly and Jessy are in the kitchen helping Cleo cook dinner. 

After dinner we sit around the fire and play games. Everyone is having such an amazing time. For the first in what feels like a lifetime ago I am laughing. It's like I've just put all my problems and worries to one side. “Does anyone want another drink?” Everyone puts their hand up. “I'll give you a hand MC” Jessy and I are in the kitchen making the drinks. I look up out of the window and it's started to snow. It's coming down thick and fast covering the grown in a white blanket of snow. 

I sit back down with the others and there is a knock at the door, “I'll get it in already up” Jessy gots to open the door she seemed way too eager to go out a shack the thought away. I hear Jessy open the door but I can't make out who she's talking to. 

“Hi, she's in the living room with the others. She's gonna be so happy to see you” I hear someone call out my name and I just freeze. I feel like my heart has stopped beating. I turn around and my eyes go wide and my mouth drops open. “Merry Christmas MC I've missed you so much” at this point tears start to fall from my eyes I pull myself up and run into Jake's arms. “Omg Jake!! I've missed you so much, I can't believe you are really here. How did you know where I was?” Jake's ocean blue eyes are looking back at me and I see that beautiful smile spread across his face. “Jessy told me, I text her yesterday and ask where you would be I wanted to surprise you” 

More tears just fall from my eyes. I am so lost for words I just put my arms around Jake and hold onto him. He pulls me away slightly and smiles. He lifts my chin up with his fingers and kisses me softly on the lips. I feel myself just melt into his body as he kisses me. It feels like our first kiss all over again. Everything I have ever wanted is right here in front of me kissing me on the lips. I feel like all my sadness and worries have just been washed away; it's like they don't even exist anymore. The love I have for Jake is so strong I feel like my heart is complete. 

“MC I want you to know that I am never being away from you again, my work with the FBI has now come to an end.” Just when I thought the smile on my face couldn't get any bigger I'm smiling so much that my face is starting to ache but I don't care I'm so happy. “Just hearing you say that Jake makes me so happy” everything that has felt like it has been missing in my life is now complete. I am the happiest I have ever been. “There is one more thing MC, it's something I've been waiting to ask you” my mind starts to run away with itself trying to figure out what Jake is on about. “MC, will you marry me?” I watch as Jake gets down on one knee, holding a small ring box in his hand. “Yes Jake, yes I will marry you” Jake slides the ring onto my finger and we both share a kiss. 

What started out as what was going to be an awful Christmas has now turned out to be the best day of my life. I am with the man of my dreams and I have my closest friends right by my side. 

[mermaidsirennikita]

Sorry if I missed it, but do you have any recs for diverse body types? Like either the hero, heroine, or both who are fat or chubby? Thank you!

Yes!

Historical:

Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake by Sarah MacLean. A classic! Callie is canonically fat, ends up pursuing the nine things she's always wanted to do before committing to spinsterhood, and the local rake ends up getting entangled in her adventures. One of my favorite moments in this book is when she tries to disguise herself as a man by wearing trousers during a fencing moment, and he sees her ass and is like "that is NOT a man".

A Rogue By Any Other Name by Sarah MacLean. It isn't as obvious in this book, but I think it's pretty clear that Penelope is more full-figured, and boy is Bourne about it.

Brazen and the Beast by Sarah MacLean. Hattie is fat, and this is one of the only historicals that actually has a plus-size model on the cover and the stepback. She's gorgeous, yay! (And it's such a great stepback.)

Knockout by Sarah MacLean. Another one where the model actually is a legit plus-size model, and a lot of the book is kind of like... big girl wish fulfillment in a great way, imo? It's very touching in a manner I don't think people will get if they haven't been there. Imogen doesn't have all this "I'm fat" angst, she's confident, but her sore point is being made to feel that she's too much in every way? Like, she's too brash, she's too bold, and her big personality on top of a bigger body just makes her too much. Like she should shrink in some way to balance it out. And Tommy is like, carrying her around, protecting her, adoring her. Ugh, it's a lOT.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden. Jane is fat, and she considers herself plain. What she doesn't realize, after she enters into a marriage of convenience with local icy duke Harrison, is that he is like. Physically. OBSESSED. He doesn't know much about her personality lmao, but he is BARELY holding it together whenever she does one of her innocent double entendres. (In like, the scene where he's trying to propose a fix it marriage, she's all "and you wouldn't know what's inside my mind unless you'd been inside ME" and he's like, desperately coughing to keep himself together while she has noooo idea why he's so upset lmao.)

Contemporary:

The Brown Sisters trilogy by Talia Hibbert. All three heroines are plus size. There are other cool aspects of rep Talia addresses as well--Chloe Brown has chronic pain, Dani Brown is bi, Eve Brown is autistic (and so is her hero). These are really fun, really good, really sexy books. I think Act Your Age, Eve Brown may be my favorite, though.

The Princess Trap by Talia Hibbert. This is another Talia book with a fat Black heroine who is totally aware of her own appeal and confident as hell. She ends up in a fake engagement situation with a prince (who is, I should add, in trouble because a tape leaked of him and his previous girlfriend getting up to Certain Things That Some Unjustly Consider Abnormal, and also mentioning his bisexuality) and it all goes from there. He has an oral fixation, btw.

Tastes Like Shakkar by Nisha Sharma. This is recent and so cute! It's a Much Ado About Nothing retelling wherein the hero and heroine, of course, hate each other, but have to work together because she's planning her bestie's wedding and he is the chef (and also best friends with the groom). And someone's trying to sabotage the wedding, so that's also an issue. He ALSO has a particular interest that I really appreciate seeing in books with fat heroines, personally.

A Merry Little Meet Cute by Sierra Simone and Julie Murphy. Christmasy, but works all year round imo. The heroine is a plus sized adult film star with a super popular OF-style account, but she wants to break into mainstream. So she gets this opportunity to fill in for an actress on a Hallmark-style Christmas movie, and jumps in. Except oops, the hero, who's a fallen boy bander, is VERY familiar with her work... Super body positive and hot, love it.

Possession by Adriana Anders. Omg love this book. The heroine is a rising actress, and she's in a totally platonic, PR marriage of convenience with this A-list, "sexiest man alive" type star. Then he gets caught on tape doing Stuff and Things with a woman who looks super similar to her. Obviously, they're not really together, but it looks like cheating, so he rans off to a camp to... be himself. She chases him down, and it's super super hot and emotional and there's consensual kidnapping!

Gothic-y Paranormal-y:

The Thornchapel Series by Sierra Simone has six leads (five of whom have POVs). One of the POV characters is a plus size model who's just acknowledged as like, the hottest person around. TW for a million things, but this heroine does have a strong recovery from a past sexual assault ARC.

There are romance novels with fat heroes, obviously, but they are much fewer and further between, and if I'm super real, I've yet to read one wherein the focus wasn't like "the hero and heroine are both fat and the main thing they talk about is being fat", which is not something I personally like to read. It's not that I don't want to read about two fat people falling in love--I do. But I don't like it when that's like... the main point of the story aside from the romance.

[petitelepus]

Platonic yandere tfp decepticons ( including starscream) x techno organic child reader celebrate cybertron version of Christmas

Cybertronians don't actually celebrate Christmas, but they too have a holiday dedicated to giving and peace. The only thing was that it hadn't been celebrated in eons.

Knock Out is taking you out to buy, STEAL, you some new clothes, because as a techno-organic you're growing quickly out of your earlier ones and you see all the bright lights, smell the warm spices in the air and you're awed by everything.

"Knock Out, what is all this?" You asked from your seat next to the driver's space. The Con hummed, "Oh, this? It's all for Earthlings' holiday called Christmas."

"Christmas?"

"They worship some fat man who brings his most dedicated followers gifts and such."

Now that wasn't even twenty percent true, but Knock Out didn't bother telling you the whole story behind Christmas since it was only a petty Earth holiday that had nothing to do with Decepticons or you.

But it was too late, you were spellbound.

"Knock Out, I want to celebrate also!"

"Fine, if you behave, I might get you a candy cane."

"No, the whole Nemesis has to celebrate also! I want to do what other kids are doing!" You cried out as you watched kids running and laughing with presents and such.

Knock Out sighed, "Darling, you're a big Con already, do you really want to-?" He was saying when he heard you sob and the Con almost hit the brakes when he noticed that you were just about to burst into tears.

"Y- You will have to ask Lord Megatron! If he allows it then we can celebrate!" He quickly said and your eyes widened as tears disappeared and joy took over.

"Really?"

"Honest."

So later when you had gotten your new and Christmasy wardrobe, you were whining at Megatron about how you should celebrate Christmas. Yes, whining because you were maybe the only one able to get away with it.

Starscream scoffed, "You must be joking? Us Decepticons celebrating some pathetic-!"

Megatron grunted, "I approve it."

"W- what!?" Starscream couldn't believe what he was hearing but you were absolutely beaming with joy.

"Thank you, Lord Megatron!" You cheered as you ran out of the room. Starscream turned to look at the bigger and meaner Con, "L- Lord Megatron, what is it that you are after with this?"

"Child's trust is crucial to us and if we want to keep the pesky Autobots from getting them, then we must uphold the trust we have between them and Decepticons."

Ooh, so tricking and scheming. Those were every day for Starscream. "I would be honored to-"

"No." Megatron snapped and turned to look at Soundwave who had been quietly observing the conversations. "Soundwave, I leave preparing this Christmas party to your capable hands."

And that was the end of that conversation and it took a few days, but the Christmas party held for you was a huge success.

Soundwave had exceeded himself yet again. He had done quick research on every holiday tradition around the world and picked a few that the Cons could do on short notice.

Meal, followed by presents, and then there was the big finale for the night. You were so excited as Lord Megatron himself gave you a package and he smiled that scary smile of his that you were used to by now. "Open up!"

You lifted the lid and you gasped. It was a cake! With a little snowman and "Praise Decepticons" written on it with white chocolate!

"Thank you so much, everyone!" You smiled so hard it hurt your cheeks and looked up at all the Cons who were there to celebrate with you, "Praise to be Decepticon!"

[marvins-linguinie]

steve and eddie are holding hands, sitting in front of the christmas tree.

an old christmas song plays on the record player.

eddie hates decorating, but steve forced him to help, and it looks incredible.

they're having a moment.

that is, until dustin bursts through the door, the rest of the party following him

dustin: TELL LUCAS TO STOP SAYING THE EARTH IS FLAT.

steve: oh my god-

lucas: WE DON'T HAVE EVIDENCE THAT IT IS-

max: I WILL DUMP YOU FOR THE 50TH TIME THIS MONTH. YOU ARE THE DUMBEST PERSON I HAVE EVER MET.

will: guys, let's stop fighti-

dustin: TELL LUCAS TO STOP BEING A DUMBASS

lucas: I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT. YOU'RE THE ONE WHO CALLS YOUR 'SUZIE-POO' EVERY 4 TO 6 BUSINESS DAYS.

el: it looks very pretty in here.

eddie: thanks el-

dustin: SHE'S BUSY

lucas: YEAH, I BET SHE IS

max: you want to know why im about to be busy?

lucas: why?

max: because im about to dig both of your graves.

steve: OKAY, SINCLAIR?

lucas: yeah?

steve: is a basketball spherical?

lucas: what?

steve: is a basketball round?

lucas: yeah

steve: think of the earth like.. a blue basketball.

dustin: thank you.

steve: get out.

the kids leave, slamming the door on their way out.

eddie: how do you have so much patience?

steve: im in a christmasy mood.

eddie: did you see my list?

steve: what?

eddie: my christmas list. did you see it?

steve: what's a christmas list?

eddie: what do you mean? the presents that you want, you write down, and... oh no. steve, have you ever made a christmas list?

steve: no?

eddie, handing him a piece of paper and a pencil: everything that you want for christmas, write it down.

steve: um, okay.

after steve's done, he hands it to eddie.

there's nothing on the paper.

eddie: there's nothing on here.

steve: i already have everything i want.

eddie: while that's very sweet and flattering, WRITE A PRESENT DOWN. ONE. WRITE AT LEAST ONE.

steve: a ring.

eddie: HUH?

steve: like, one of your rings.

eddie: oh-

steve: and, then i want you to propose.

eddie: HUH?

steve: should i write that down?

eddie: WH- I- ST- H- UH- UM- I- WOW.

steve: you said what i wanted. that's what i want.

~skip to christmas morning~

after all the kids open their gifts, steve starts to open his (after eddie insists)

a pair of socks, and a bunch of shirts (that say #1 dad on them. from the kids)

steve: where is it?

eddie: where is what?

steve: don't mess around with me, munson.

eddie: im not messing around.

steve: eddie. you forgot?

eddie: oh, you mean that? no, i didn't forget.

robin: what are we talking about?

eddie: check in the socks, steve.

steve flips the socks inside out, and a ring flies out.

eddie: there.

steve: ask me.

eddie: i have to ask?

steve: ASK ME, EDDIE.

mike: WOAH, HOLD ON-

dustin: EDDIE, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?

max: im going to vomit.

el: what is he doing?

robin: OH MY GOD!

nancy: FINALLY!

eddie: will you um..

dustin: DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT QUESTION

eddie: marry me?

steve: yes, i will marry you

eddie: i thought you were going to say no for a second-

dustin, mike, and lucas start screaming.

steve: SHUT UP

dustin: WHYYYY?

mike: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS?

lucas: WHAT ARE WE SCREAMING ABOUT?

dustin is chosen to be the flower boy at their wedding, just because of that, along with mike, of course.

[losingherface]

Bells

ellie x fem reader

Warnings: Some smut, mostly fluff

Info: Ellie and reader have been working all holiday season, when they finally get time off they spend it decorating their apartment.

A/n: Merry Christmas 🎄

•

“Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the wayyyy” You heard children sing down the aisles of the grocery store. You smiled a bit to yourself, reminiscing on a time when you were once in the choir and sung for the elderly every christmas. Or when you would be with your mom while she was shopping for gifts, singing along to the music.

Now, you were married, your mom lived on the other side of the country and you were too busy for the holidays. Your job was demanding and you were always on call.

This year though, you were in the spirit. No matter how busy you and Ellie were, you promised yourself that you’d make time for something christmasy every evening.

You were shopping for a small christmas dinner. A dinner that would be for you, Ellie, and her father, Joel. You didn’t know how to cook at all, neither did Ellie but you were hoping the recipes online would give you some support.

•

When you got home, Ellie had been cuddled up on the couch rewatching Home Alone again. You smiled at the view, your wife finally relaxing. She had looked up and immediately helped you with the groceries. You tippy toe to peck her lips, aggressively saying ‘Mmm’ right after.

“What’d you buy?” Ellie says looking through the paper bags.

“Christmas food, I wanna make something like how my mom used to. A traditional dinner. How does that sound?”

“Delicious…. I think we’re forgetting some things though.” Ellie looks around the small apartment.

“Oh no.” Worried, you search through the bags thinking about what you possibly left behind.

“No, no. Not the groceries. Our apartment.”

“What about it?” You look around like Ellie is, trying to understand what she’s trying to say.

“We have no tree! No cute little decorations, nothing.”

You pause and stare at the dull apartment.

“Oh shit… yea.”

Ellie nods.

“Well, get a coat on. We’re going shopping.”

•

Ellie hated shopping but since you two were on the hunt for decorations and a tree, she couldn’t resist.

“This one..” She pointed. It was a tree about 8 feet and very bushy.

“It’s pretty but I think you’re forgetting where we live. And I can’t carry that up the stairs.”

“Don’t worry about it.” Ellie jokingly flexes her arm muscles.

You smirk before moving down the aisle in search of the perfect tree.

After about thirty minutes, the perfect tree was found. It was about 5 feet, perfectly bushy and adorable.

Soon enough, decorations had been bought and the both of you were ready to get to work back at home.

•

“Ellie, come on. I thought you said you got it.” You shout from the car while watching Ellie struggle to get the tree up the stairs into the apartment.

“Well, can you help?!”

“I gotta get these decorations inside!” You laugh to yourself as she takes a minute to breathe after doing absolutely nothing.

Eventually the both of you got the tree in. Ellie had been too tired to decorate that evening but it was okay, the both of you had a week to get the place decked out. You kissed her forehead before getting ready for bed.

•

Over the next week, Ellie and you spent it decorating the apartment. By the end of the week, you and Ellie lit the fireplace and watched everything lit up at once. It was beautiful. For the first time in a long time, you weren’t stressing about anything.

You rested your head on her chest. It had felt like forever that the two of you had been this close.

She looks down at you positioning herself to give you a kiss on the lips. She can’t reach so instead you sit up, grab her head pulling it closer to you and kiss her all over. This ignited something inside of you.

All of this stress, you hadn’t even noticed you were sexually frustrated. You jump on her, wrapping your legs around her waist as she caresses you all over.

You kiss her aggressively up and down her neck, back to her lips. You pulled away. Ellie tugged at your shirt, trying to help you rip it off but you didn’t need any help. You ripped that shit right off along with your undergarments.

Now completely naked on her, Ellie flips you on your back. Hovering over you, she wraps your legs around her waist. She undresses as well.

Her fingers tease you a bit before making their way inside of you.

“Oh my ..god” You arch your back a bit at the sensation.

Although you and Ellie hadn’t been together this way in a while, she still knew all of your soft spots. She still knew that you loved gripping onto her back and hair as she pleasured you. She loved how loud you had always been.

It was beautiful, honestly. The entire apartment dark with only the fireplace, tree and city view giving light. The two of you on the couch enjoying the night.

It was a christmas you were sure you wouldn’t forget

•

The next morning, Christmas Eve, you had overslept a bit later than you wanted to. Ellie had kept you up all night. You were rushing in the small kitchen trying to cook all of these small dishes perfectly. Ellie had only helped a bit but you insisted that she wouldn’t since you wanted to do this by yourself.

It was a small turkey along with some of your favorite dishes. It had taken all morning to get done. Lots of panicking, mistakes, and almost giving up. But gladly you didn’t.

•

The evening approached quickly and Joel was on his way. Even though it was only him coming over, you both still wanted it to be a traditional Christmas. Even if it was just the both of you.

Eventually, Joel arrived. He came in a nice coat and two wrapped presents. Of course, you didn’t forget to buy him a gift. You allow Ellie to take the food out of the oven as you go over to the couch to grab his present.

“Merry Christmas, Joel.” You say, leaning in for a hug while giving him your present.

“Thank you, Y/n. Merry Christmas. Here, a present for you and Ellie.”

“Thanks Joel.”

“Okay, guys food is ready.” Ellie says from the kitchen.

The three of you walk over to the small dining table. It’s decorated with Christmas China, a red cloth and beautiful candles.

When you smelled the air, it smelled like your childhood. Although you hadn’t been celebrating Christmas due to being sucked into the world of being an adult, you felt young again. Your love of Christmas had slowly crept back into your heart and you swore you could’ve cried.

Apologies for any grammar mistakes lol<3

[prismatica-the-strange]

I'll Forgive Your Sins | Blame It On the Mistletoe

Warnings: 18+

Krynn brings an old Falrosen tradition to the Little Palace and no one is prepared. (The thought of Christmasy vibes with Aleksander was too cute to resist also I'm not looking too deep into in-universe holidays)

Word Count: 2k

Blame It on the Mistletoe by Kendall Schmidt | Picrew Link |Dividers by @stcvcngrant

It's halfway through winter, the Fete long since passed, and the Little Palace is oddly gloomy.

Even the Shadow summoner had been more brooding than normal, and Krynn wasn't having it.

So, one day, in the darkest hours of the night, when even the darkling himself was asleep, she crept through the hallways of the Little Palace, bringing a little Falrosen winter to Ravka.

Kirigan is woken by a commotion out in the halls.

He pulls himself from bed and starts pulling his kefta on over his sleepwear, it's still early, the sun only just having risen, but Little Palace staff are already busy doing chores.

He opens the door and the reason for the commotion becomes apparent.

The top of both sides of the hallway are decorated with evergreen bough garland, lush with holly berries.

"What are those?" He asks, grasping the arm of a maid as she passes.

"I-I don't know, general," She stammers, "Th-they were there when the staff woke up."

He lets her go and she scurries off, leaving him to his confusion.

He gets dressed and goes to inspect the rest of the Little Palace.

Every hall is lined with evergreen and in every doorway hangs a plant he's never seen before.

He cuts one down, inspecting it in his hand. A plant he's never seen before... That points to only one grisha. Krynn.

He makes his way to her room, knocking heavily on the door.

She greets him a few moments later, her hair and cotton nightdress mussed from sleep, an olive green robe loosely wrapped around her.

"General?" She mumbles, her accent thick from drowsiness.

"Would you care to explain this?" He asks, holding the plant aloft between them, just above her head.

Her eyes go wide, a fond softness to them as she looks between it and him.

Instead of speaking, she reaches up, takes hold of his face, and pulls him in for a brief yet warm kiss.

He looks at her in shock, still bent over to her height.

"Is that all?" She asks as though nothing had happened. As if she hadn't just thrown his whole world for a loop, her eyebrows raised as she waits for his answer, "General Kirigan?"

"I..." He clears his throat and stands straight, "That isn't what I expected."

She laughs, "Sure it wasn't."

She shuts the door before he can ask for a further explanation, leaving him standing awkwardly in the hallway.

Something about the interaction lightens his mood for the day, until he sees her in the hallway pressing a chaste kiss to the lips of one of his tidemakers.

The other grisha finds the embrace as shocking as he had, big eyes watching her walk away with a swish of her purple kefta.

Two weeks pass and nearly a third of the Little Palace has been kissed by Krynn, some twice even.

Yet Aleksander's mood only continues to diminish, having only known her lips once and craving them every moment since. A seed of jealousy burns in his stomach whenever he's forced to see her kiss anyone else.

That fact alone has him up late one night, trying to talk himself out of falling for another mortal as he paces the halls.

That's how he found her, hearing a soft humming in the kitchens.

She'd taken note of his worsening mood, even with the brightness of evergreen and holly in the air. Her mission to bring a merry feeling to the Little Palace would not be complete until he was no longer sulking as she'd seen.

So she takes to the kitchen to prepare a plethora of Falrosen winter sweets for everyone. Who can be grumpy with a slice of spiced cake and a mug of hot chocolate?

She hums to herself as she folds together a dark chocolate icing for the gingerbread cookies cooling on the table.

"What's all this?" He asks, stepping into the warm kitchen. The air is thick with the smell of chocolate and warm spices.

"General," She breathes, "Y-"

"Aleksander, please," He interrupts and she smiles softly.

"You startled me," She blushes, "I didn't think anyone else was awake."

"Neither did I."

He stands across the counter from her, watching her continue her work.

"I thought this would be a nice surprise in the morning. Something warm to fight off the cold weather."

He takes one of the gingerbread squares and dips one corner in the bowl she's stirring.

"Hey!"

He chuckles at her exclamation, sighing when he takes a bite. It's still warm and the chocolate melts on his tongue, the bitter contrasting the sweet and a bite of ginger lightly burns at the back of his throat.

"Good?"

He looks at her like she's crazy and nods, making her giggle.

"I have no doubt," She smiles, "Though I've been told I use too much ginger, especially when it's so fresh."

"If you start spoiling my grisha with sweets like this, they won't go quietly back to the cooks' normal fare."

"Is that a warning, general?" She asks, eyeing him playfully.

''No, by all means, continue," He grins, motioning to the table, "I also benefit from this generosity."

She nods, saying something in her mother tongue and he looks at her curiously.

"Where I'm from it's called The Season of Kinship," She explains and he begins to step around the table, "We express our love and gratitude for the gods, revel in the glory of the year passed, and pray they bless the year to come."

"Revelry," He echoes, standing next to her, "With sweets."

"And other foods," She laughs, "And song, and dance, and storytelling."

"And what of the plants?" He asks, "The ones you've grown in the doorways."

"What do you mean? It's just mistletoe."

"Mistletoe?"

"Yes," She looks at him confused, "You've never heard of it?"

"Not until now."

Her cheeks flush bright red, finally understanding his reaction when she'd kissed him. She sets the bowl down and chuckles nervously, "It's a holy plant, blessed by the goddess of nature. We hang it in our doorways and kiss beneath it for good luck and to ward off the cold."

Her behavior begins to make sense now.

"I'm sorry, I thought... I didn't realize that..." She curses in Falrosen, "I must look like an idiot."

No more than he feels over his jealousy.

"No," He assures her, "It's a wonderful tradition. Just, perhaps some warning would have been nice."

"Yes..." Her voice is quiet from embarrassment.

He clears his throat, "Would you like a hand with the rest?"

He stays with her late into the night, until the cookies are iced and the spiced cakes have been removed from the oven to cool before they part ways to go to bed.

He sighs contentedly when he wakes the next morning, much later than usual.

His spirit is soaring after their time together and he strides toward the dining hall, hoping there's some spice cake left for him.

He suddenly bumps into someone as they turn a corner and he reaches to catch them when they stumble back.

The smile on his face only grows when he finds Kryn grasping his arm for stability.

"Are you alright?" He asks and she nods.

"Just startled me is all."

Her face lights up when she sees his smile, it's the happiest he's looked all winter.

His eyes flick up at the molding of the doorway, heart fluttering when he notices the mistletoe hanging from it.

Trying to not overthink his actions, he cups the back of her neck and ducks down to press his lips to hers. The kiss lasts more than twice as long as any of her others as he keeps her firmly held against him.

She trails after him when he pulls away, her cheeks flushed pink, and he smiles down at her.

"Good morning," He whispers, his breath minty as it fans across her face.

"Good morning."

He lets her go and goes about his way as though he hadn't just stolen the breath from her lungs.

As though four other grisha hadn't frozen mid-step to gawk when they saw them.

Another year passes, feelings are confessed, and soon the gloom of winter settles back in at the Little Palace.

Aleksander wakes in the dead of night, bed empty and sheets cold. He had joined Krynn there a mere three hours ago, a near hour after she'd fallen asleep.

He gets to his feet, the floor frozen beneath them, and pulls on his black robe.

He wanders into the hallway, not surprised when he finds fresh evergreen and holly hanging from the ceiling.

He follows the decorations to one of the sitting rooms where he finds her trailing garland around the outside of the fireplace.

"What a surprise," He says and she jumps.

"I thought you'd gone to bed!" She hisses over her shoulder at him, "Couldn't sleep?"

"I missed your warmth, Snowdrop," He murmurs, coming up behind her and wrapping her in his arms.

She hums, leaning into him, "You've been coming to bed later and later."

"I've been busy."

"You've been morose."

"Is that why you do this?" He chuckles, "I begin to grump and you start to decorate?"

"It worked last year," She reminds him.

"It did, didn't it?" He kisses the side of her head, smiling into her hair, "I suppose I'll have to allow it, if only to lift the spirits of the others. But..."

"But?" She looks up at him.

"It's too late now," He takes her hands, stopping their twisting and flexing, "You can finish in the morning."

She threads her fingers between his, holding them to her chest.

"No, I think I'll finish tonight."

He lets her push his hands away and continue what she had been doing, trailing a few steps behind her, like a ghost, as she does.

She's half asleep on her feet once she's finished, after a day of training her abilities and then the energy used for this, it really isn't a mystery why.

She doesn't even remember making her way back to bed, but she wakes up snuggled warmly in her darkling's arms.

"Aleksander?" She mumbles, "What time is it?"

"Nearly eleven," He answers softly, stroking her hair, "We had a late night, I thought I'd let you sleep."

"And you stayed?"

"Of course I did. It is my room, after all."

She hums, leaning up to nuzzle her face against his neck, "Mm, we should get up."

"Must we?" He groans, pulling her closer, "I'm sure Ravka could survive a single day without their Shadow summoner."

"Yes, but I'm hungry, Virre'tcha," She laughs when he doesn't let her sit up.

"I can have food brought here," He negotiates.

She squirms until he lets her loose from his hold, gazing up at her as she sits above him.

"Beautiful boy," She coos, running her fingers through his messy hair. He leans into her touch, glowing under her affections.

"You spoil me," He comments, arms hooking around her waist and burying his nose into her stomach.

"Something I'm sure I'll live to regret," She teases.

Krynn gets to the dining hall first, Aleksander having lagged behind in bed to watch her get ready for the day.

She finishes her coffee not long before he walks in, the two of them meeting under the doorway. The white of her kefta clashing brightly with his black.

"Good afternoon, General Kirigan," She smiles. He raises his chin, looking down at her with a small smile.

"Afternoon," He glances up, brows furrowing. But then mistletoe begins to grow before his eyes and he turns his gaze back to her.

One of his hands takes her hip and the other the back of her neck, pulling her against him and kissing her deeply.

He grins when she grips the lapels of his kefta, keeping him close to her.

He pulls away suddenly, leaving her breathless, his chin tilting up arrogantly, "For luck."

She grabs his face and tugs him back for another kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as she pulls away, "And to ward off the cold."

[yuriko-mukami]

Christmas Date 2023

An interaction between @ruki-mukami-dl & @yuriko-mukami

Utada Hikaru - Can't Wait 'Til Christmas

A smile spread on Yuriko's face. She had finished all the university assignments for this year early and now there was nothing but free time ahead. Unfortunately, a glance out of the window revealed that there was no sign of snow. She had hoped for the white wintery season but perhaps this year it was not possible.

The lack of snow brought out another thought. When Yuriko had left the university a day before with Ruki, she had noticed how the city was already full of colorful lights and cheery people. Everyone was waiting for Christmas, the big date night. Last year, Ruki had also taken Yuriko out on Christmas Day and fulfilled her long-time dream.

Ah, that was so perfect... But we haven't talked about Christmas this year.

Nibbling her lip, Yuriko stared into the yard. She knew that the Mukamis hadn't cared about seasonal celebrations that much before. Perhaps they still didn't... but Yuriko yearned for something.

But I shouldn't be selfish. Last year, we did something important to me... but I know that Christmas is different in another part of the World. That one book I read... I think it said something about European traditions...

Pondering over the matter, Yuriko tilted her head and played with her curls. Ruki was from Europe. So... would he like it if they did something European this time? It would be a great opportunity to learn more about him too. And of course, Yuriko wished to study her favorite subject even deeper.

Yosh, I'll do this!

Turning around, Yuriko hurried out of the bedroom and all the way to the first floor of the Mukami manor until she stepped into the kitchen full of delicious aromas of dishes Ruki had been preparing for dinner.

"Ruki~ I finished everything I needed to do for university for this year." Yuriko roamed toward the stove and wrapped her arms around her husband from behind, leaning her cheek on his upper back.

Caressing Ruki's belly through his shirt, Yuriko took a deep breath and enjoyed the scent of her lover that mixed perfectly with the spices of the stew. "I was a good girl, right? I... I think... I deserve... umh... a reward."

This was bold, Yuriko knew it. Yet, she wanted to play this correctly to get the outcome that would please them both. "So... Ruki... If you think the same, I have a wish..."

Yuriko squeezed Ruki a little, pressing her upper body against his backside. "I would love to do... something Christmasy... and something European together with you. Can we... can we... come up with something?"

A nervous giggle bounced from Yuriko's lips and her heart took an extra leap. Would Ruki brush the idea aside... or would he agree?

[ask-elland-n-will]

Dear William,

I have only heard stories from the magnificent and talented Prefect. But the stories can't compete with the original. You do a fantastic job and it should be rewarded. I don't know if I could get my hands on all the pastel shades, but the colours would look wonderful on a canvas, don't you think? But don't forget that you should also go to a certain Wolf. There's a Christmas hat with wolf ears to match the occasion. I think the lavender-coloured fabric really brings out the ears.

I wish you a relaxing Christmas time and lots of cuddles. [a drawing of a pickle was there as well] (The scent of cinnamon lingers around the present and the letter)

William does think that he should be rewarded for all of his hard work, yes! Some prefects do the bare minimum: just catching culprits, and giving orders, and taking points away. William Abbott goes above and beyond in his duties! He is fair and he does not discriminate! [According to his own judgement, of course] If sometimes he allows some rules to be broken — it is only because some of them are outdated and do more harm than good. Nothing worthwhile comes from being stuck in detention all day long but if a detainee helps with some things around the school that Will considers important — everybody is happy!

So what is it with this letter that smells of cinnamon? He has had his suspicions for a long time and at this point all the clues point to this one particular Hufflepuff who has been infiltrating other dorms. The handwriting and the owl that delivers the letters; the cat hair on his pillow; the smell of cinnamon that sometimes can be caught on Pascal and sniffed out near the Hufflepuff dorms. But time passes by fast and perhaps Will does not have enough frustration left in him to do something about it. Especially when the culprit continues to send him cookies and little gifts. Will decides to ignore the pickle drawn on the paper.

The Slytherin decides to check if he is correct in his assumptions and sends a letter reply straight to Gwendolyn.

Dear Gwen! We have had our share of... situations this year, haven't we? I might let my eyes close on some of them as one of your Christmas presents but I still would like you to know that at this school we value fairness and honesty! But I will be keeping an eye on you not only to make sure you don't get others in trouble but to protect you as well. You should know you can always rely on me and if there are situations when you need a favour or two — I can provide you with relevant information and set some things up. Not for free, of course: the wheel keeps turning, and so everyone else has to pay the price someday. Lucky for you my prices aren't too high and they usually help other students in need.

Will pauses for a moment, realizing, that he doesn't sound really Christmasy in his letter and that he might change the tactics.

All that aside, I sincerely thank you for the presents and wish you a wonderful Christmas and Happy Holidays! I have received your baked goods [ah, Will, again, soften up your language, you are not at a warehouse!], and I have to say that they are absolutely delicious. Just like that one batch I received before (but as I said, I'm closing my eyes on that pickle incident). Both you and Pascal, I am glad to have met you, enjoy your holidays! The 7th Year Slytherin Prefect, William Abbott ☀️

What Will does next is only for him and @ask-andrew-montrose to know. But it does have something to do with the lavender wolf ears hat.

[virtie333]

Here's another Christmas idea from me: Even though they were raised as Jews, Marc knows how much Steven loves Christmas, so Marc decides to be nice for once to Steven and gets him the biggest Christmas tree he can find in London even though it means he has to steal it. Later, Layla would tell Marc that the look of childlike joy on Steven's face and eyes said it all when he saw the Christmas tree and then Layla will show Marc the video she made when Steven saw the Christmas tree.

Sorry this took so long! I had such ideas, but I decided to make it simple.

When the door to the flat opened, Layla expected Marc. But what entered was a tree.

Layla stood from where she had been sitting at the table working on her laptop and stared as the evergreen tree, all wrapped up nice and neat in a net, came sideways through the door. Eventually, she saw Marc as he peeked over the top, his eyebrows up and a delighted expression on his face.

"Marc, what is this?

"It's a Christmas tree," he replied. "What does it look like?"

He carried it over to the corner by the back window and set it upright, leaning it against the wall.

Layla frowned. "I know I shouldn't have to say this, but you're Jewish."

Marc snorted and looked at her. "Yeah, I know." He put his hands on his hips. "But you're not." He glanced at the tree, then back at her. "And besides, Steven has always been fascinated with Christmas trees, but he's never thought he should have one. That's one thing his memory of our mother is similar to mine. She refused to have anything Christmasy in the house."

"But you don't mind?"

He shrugged. "There's nothing wrong with a simple holiday tree, something to celebrate the coming New Year." He moved toward her. "I have the stand for it and some decorations and stuff downstairs. Come help me get them up."

Layla helped Marc haul several boxes back up to the flat, feeling an excitement she hadn't felt since she was a child flow through her. She hadn't had a Christmas tree since her mother died. Christmas hadn't been forgotten, but it become a very simple affair after Nashwa died. It didn't hurt that she hadn't seen Marc this excited about something in a long time. He actually looked... happy.

She held the tree while Marc put it in the holder, then he cut the wrapping off and together they fluffed out the branches. "Should we leave it so Steven can help you decorate?" he asked. "Or should we get started and surprise him?"

She smiled. "Let's at least put the lights and garland on," she told him. While she was anxious to see Steven's expression when he saw the tree, she wanted to share a bit of it with Marc, too.

He readily agreed, and they laughed and talked as they wrapped two strings of colored LED lights and red and blue strings of glittery garland around the tree. Layla opened the boxes of ornaments and smiled as she looked them over. There were simple glass balls in various colors and typical ornaments of reindeer and snowmen, but there were also a handful of Jewish decorations. Knowing she would be happily spending the rest of her life with Marc and his alters, an interfaith December would become the norm. Their respect for each other's faith would lead them to share each other's traditions without violating each other's beliefs.

"Should we let Steven help you finish?" Marc asked. "I can feel him 'knocking at the door.' He's wondering why I'm blocking him."

Layla nodded. "Should I get a camera and catch his expression?"

Marc laughed. "No. I'll see it in the mirror." He glanced off to the side to one of the many mirrors situated around the flat.

"Okay," she said. "Wait!"

Marc looked at her expectantly.

She gently cupped his face in her hands and kissed him softly on the lips. "Thank you, Habibi."

He smiled softly at her. "Bahibik."

She released him and backed up a bit, then watched as his face changed. Suddenly, the man in front of her looked confused. He focused on her.

"What's going on, love?"

She smiled and looked at the tree. Steven also looked. His eyes widened and his mouth opened in shock. "Oh, my stars!" he gasped. He looked back at Layla. "Did you do this?"

"No," she shook her head. "Marc did."

Steven's smile was huge as he turned back to the tree.

Layla moved over to the ornament boxes. "Come on, Steven. Let's decorate it!"

Still looking giddy, Steven practically skipped over to her. "Let's!"

[peachymilkandcream]

Levi Christmas Headcanons

(A/N: I'm obsessed with regal and old elegance Christmas okay, and I was curious how Mr. Rainbows and Sunshine would deal with Christmas with his wife and kiddies. And I don't know, might to a Christmasy oneshot although I'm not sure of the promprt, if anyone has any ideas hit up my inbox!)

WARNINGS: Misogyny, implied noncon/dubcon, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, domestic violence, yandere behaviour/themes, etc,

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The only reason Levi celebrates Christmas is because it's another ploy to make his wife love him. Since Evelyn is super into it and everything he sees it as a way to get her to be affectionate towards him.

Of course if the Captain is set on doing something he's going to do it right, the biggest and best tree that will fit goes in his foyer and he'll demand it be decorated to perfection. (Although the lower branches he leaves for her to do since it makes her happy and he can watch her do it) Garlands, everything, he will even pay to have someone make iceburst stone lights so that it meets his approval. He wants Evelyn to be awestruck by everything he's done for her.

Gifts are an excuse to spoil her, and while he is harsh and unfeeling, he does love spoiling her when she behaves because usually her thankfulness gets him what he wants. For her, it's adorable to see her ask him for some money to go out and buy a gift for him. Even she can put her hatred aside for Christmas, she says it's because she won't let him ruin the time of year for her but he knows better. He'll playfully roll his eyes and wait for her outside of a shop or two to pick him up a present, holding it under her coat so he doesn't see.

As someone who demands perfection in everything let's be honest his gift wrapping skills are immaculate. Bows and ribbons are too gaudy but the paper is sleek and folded to perfection. Although Evelyn makes bows out of ribbon and always likes the brightly coloured paper.

When they have kids Levi isn't one of those dads that has the wife buy everything for the kids and it's just "from the both of them". Usually he'll have a nanny take care of the kids while they both together Christmas shop for them. Surprisingly he's not against toys for them, his goal is for them to adore the ground he walks on after all, and if he spoils them on birthdays and Christmas they will.

Even though it's his birthday on Christmas day, Levi doesn't make the day about him for once, to him it would cause his kids and his wife to resent the day and him if it was all about himself. Instead he says nothing, and Evelyn and the children wish him a happy birthday, act more affectionate and of course, Evelyn compensates for the day not being about him that night. To him he would rather the day continue to be about Christmas, and such a fond memory will be centred around him.

Levi's kids will be the only ones who aren't taught about Santa Claus, he refuses to lie to his kids and believes they're stronger for not believing in a fictional person. A make believe man will not get his credit for giving gifts, he is the centre of praise always.

Every day when he comes home in December Levi brings his kids each a bit of candy since they aren't allowed it any other time, he loves how eager they are to see him when he walks in the door. He's the hero then.

On the morning of, his kids will come wake him and Evelyn up since Levi was up late Christmas Eve making sure everything was perfect gifts wise. He makes his kids wait until he's dressed, shaved, and ready for the day before anyone is allowed downstairs.

They all take turns opening gifts so it lasts longer, Levi hiding a smirk behind his tea cup when his wife unwraps many gifts from her doting husband. Especially the ones she has to hide quickly before the children see.

They don't travel for holidays, staying at home and enjoying each other's company. Christmas dinner is traditional and they end he day by the parents watching the kids play with their new toys in front of the fire.

Aside from his family the only people who get gifts is Hange and Erwin. Erwin because he's the Commander it's only proper, (even then its a haphazard gift since neither of the Ackermans like him) and Evelyn gives Hange something more heartfelt and personal. Who would have thought Levi was a Christmas fan

[hypnofur1]

Hallmark Holiday Hypno

By Hypnofur

PAUL

This all happened because my wife likes the cheesy Hallmark Christmas movies. I’ve always teased her about it. She is the most sophisticated woman I know. Always at the height of fashion and class. She has an ivy league education, yet she watches this low budget, sappy silliness. It was a harmless guilty pleasure, but one I liked to tease her about.

This year, I decided to take her away to one of those overly Christmasy towns they have in the movies she loves. I figured it would be nice little get away from the stress of the holiday planning. We had the means, but shockingly, we also had a free spot in our busy calender. The location I found was in upstate New York. It was even called Holiday Hollow. I couldn’t help but wonder if it had been called Crapsburg or something before all these movies became a thing. Either way, it was smart as hell for them to take advantage of this Hallmark Movie craze.

The trip was all set up, and it was going to be perfect. However, much to my dismay, a last minute work problem required my attention in Manhattan for a few hours each day during our get away. Danielle understood of course. She is a professional as well, so she understands how these things go.

We drove up in the evening. A light snow was falling, and it looked absolutely magical amongst the thousands, actually likely millions, of sparkling white lights that were on every part of the town. There were Christmas trees everywhere, but lights also adorned every light post, railing, awning… it felt as if just about every surface in the town had been touched by the warm electric glow of the holiday. It was really a breath taking entrance, even I had to admit that.

Unfortunately, I had to drive out of the town early the next morning, to take care of business in Manhattan. When I got back to Holiday Hollow a little after 3:00, I found Danielle sitting in the conversation with a group of other people. As I got closer I noticed a salt and pepper haired guy about my age was talking to her. It almost looked like he was trying to whisper into her ear. That triggered a surge of jealousy and alarm. Danielle is a very beautiful woman, and I am always concerned about the attention she gets. I’m about ten years older than her, so I’ll admit, there are likely some insecurities there.

My wife jumped up when she saw me. "Hello Darling," she said, her French accent a bit thicker, as it often was around new people..

"How are you?." Turning to the group she said "This is my husband, Paul." She kissed me on the cheek as I got in and they all said hello. She introduced me to the two couples in the group. Then she turned to the guy who had been chatting her up and said "Niles, this is my husband. Paul, this is Niles."

"Nice to meet you," he said. "I've enjoyed talking to your wife. She's very charming."

"Yes, I know. And beautiful!" I added as I firmly shook his hand. I instantly didn’t like him.

"Yes, gorgeous," he said. "You're a lucky man."

One of the women in the group asked me about what was leading me back to the city during a vacation. We conversed for a bit until the conversation died off. I was then able to steal Danielle back.

I didn’t waste time in expressing my concern over the Niles guy.

“Please, it’s nothing” she said with an eye roll.

"Uh huh. But when I came out here the two of you seemed totally involved with each other, and kind of separate from the rest of the group. He was leaning down to talk to you, almost like he was whispering something to you.

"Come on now! Don’t be ridiculous. He works here. He is a performer." She told me.

"Really, what kind of performer?" I asked.

"Well, he is a hypnotist. That’s what he does for work. He is doing a show here at the resort."

I thought all the breath had been sucked out of my body at once.

DANIELLE

About three years ago, I found my husband’s pornograpy collection. It is every wife’s dream and nightmare. He apparently had a secret kink for hypnotism and mind control. Hypnotist, vampires, evil mind controlling comic book villains. Really silly stuff if I am being honest. I knew from some stories he had, and some chat room logs that I saw that he even fantasized about me being hypnotized.

I find that crazy, because I am pretty sure he would freak out if something like that actually happened. He is such a control freak, and a naturally jealous guy.

Since that day that I found a way into his computer, I have continued to use that snooping ability unbeknownst to him. I watch not only what he does with hypno porn, but also every other thing he looks at. I am much more savvy with computers than he, though his male ego would never let him admit that.

He knew that I loved the Hallmark Holiday movies. You can’t blame me, I am French, we also love Jerry Lewis. There is just something so magical and pure about those movies… so American. (Yes, I know they are largely Canadian). Anyway, I saw him trying to look up towns that resembled those towns to take me for a get away. Despite his flaws, he is truly very sweet and loving.

Using my secret “in” to his computer, I put some suggestions for places at the top of his search. And yes, I found one that had a hypnotist performing. It was Christmas time, and all good boys deserve a gift, do they not?

So, I had this all planned out. No, I wasn’t going to go on stage and be hypnotized for real. First of all, that is rubbish. Second of all, I am well known in New York, and I can’t have that footage popping up on Social Media. But, I figured, just being around it all would make for a romantic holiday for my hypno fetishist husband.

That evening, we were sitting in the picturesque town square looking at the beautiful, albeit over the top Christmas decorations. We had just finished dinner, and were enjoying some hot cocoa in the warm twinkle of the lights on the porch of the restaurant. The comfy love seat we were in had fur blankets so couples could sit and enjoy the Holiday view. I knew romance would be ahead of us as I caressed my husband’s upper thigh beneath the warm fur blanket with my left hand. Suddenly, Niles walked up to us and said hello.

"Hey, I don't want to interrupt anything," he said. "But are you working in the city again tomorrow, Paul?"

"Afraid so," my husband said. "Fortune 500 Board of Directors rarely get the rest the need." He added, making sure Niles knew he was important.

"That's kind of what I thought, so I was wondering if you would mind if I asked Danielle for her help tomorrow with some charity work the hotel is doing. She mentioned earlier that she spends most of her time on philanthropic efforts. .It’s an area I’m not as familiar with. Most of my hypnotism gigs are paid engagements, strict contracts, riders, etc."

As Niles explained all this, I could feel my husband's dick swelling next to my hand on his upper thigh. The thought of me with a hypnotist was certainly affecting him.

Paul kind of stuttered, "Well, um... ha, I don't know That's really up to Danielle. She can decide what she wants to do. It's not really up to me. But if that's what she wants, it's fine ... I guess it's okay with me."

"Oh, I don't know," I said. "I really have planned on doing a lot of reading. I'm just not sure if I should...."

Niles cut me off. "Danielle, we are trying to organize an event where we will raise money for the Holiday Hollow Senior Center. We are having trouble getting off the ground. I’ve offered to perform a hypno show and give the proceeds to them, but that is really all we have so far."

"Maybe, but...."

"Honey, you should go," my husband cut in. "It sounds like fun, and they could really use your expertise"

By now I could feel my husband's dick was almost erect, straining beneath his pants. He was clearly aroused by even the nearness of hypnosis. Thank goodness for the blanket covering him!

"No, I don't think so," I said. "I would have to think about it. Maybe I can get back to you."

"All right, at least that's not a No," Niles said. "Give me your cell number and I will call your phone so you have my number."

I gave him my number and promised I would get back to him.

"Okay you guys, have a good night, I can't wait for your answer," he said as he turned and walked away.

"Oh my God!" my husband said. "Talk about bold! Audacious! That guy has a lot of balls, with me here to ask you for a date! He clearly wants more than help with a charity. He wants to fuck you!"

"First, I am actually very skilled in terms of putting on fund raisers!" I said, reminding him not to downplay my value.  "And let's talk about you getting an erection every time hypnosis is mentioned. This turns you on, doesn't it?” I said. I knew I needed to let the cat out of the bag a little bit.

He was shocked when I said this. He stared at me for a moment, likely racking his brain to see if he could find a way out of this admission. Finally, I could see in his eyes that he decided to come clean.

"I know it's crazy, embarrassing! Fuck, it's humiliating! But something about it, and arouses me. It has since high school.” He admitted, maybe for the first time ever out loud.

I could see the shame and vulnerability in his eyes as he told me. I smiled warmly and gave him a loving, gentle kiss on the lips. “Shhhh. It’s ok. Nothing to be ashamed of” I reassured with a whisper in his ear.

Then, I moved to change the subject a bit. “By the way, it is as if we are truly in a Hallmark movie now. I mean, can you help with the Holiday Hollow Senior Center fund raiser, can it get any more Hallmark than that?” I said with a laugh as we got up to make our way back to the inn where we were staying.

Paul laughed too. “No, I guess not”

We approached the theater where Niles was performing. The marquee read read Holiday Hollow Hypno Show, to support the Holiday Hollow Senior center. Starring Master Niles. It was all so hokey. I saw Paul looking at the sign. He was such a.. how do you say… ‘sucker for this stuff’? It was crazy, but cute. I decided to play with it a bit more.

“Actually, can you take a picture of me in front of this? We will look at this and laugh some day” I suggested as I stood in front of this wood circle type sign with a hypno spiral on it. I could see from Paul’s pants that he liked taking the picture though. I didn’t do a sexy pose or anything. That just isn’t me. I just stood there and smiled pleasantly. That seemed to be enough to turn him on like crazy though. It was almost like a secret boudoir shot, that only he saw the eroticism in. Every wife should be so lucky as to take sexy pictures for their husband without a sexy pose or sexy clothes!

We got back to the room, and I freshened up. When I came out (this time legitimately in my sexy clothes - my green satin teddy), he was clearly looking at the pictures of me in front of the spiral sign thing.

Seeing my opportunity, I really capitalized on this. “So, what is it that you like about hypnosis? The idea of a pretty young thing completely under the control of the hypnotist? Is that what you thought about? Have you ever thought of me being hypnotized?” I asked. As all of this talk was happening, we were kissing. He passionately kissed and licked and nibbled his way down my body. Then spreading me open, he ate my pussy like a man possessed. I was moaning and pulling at the sheets, pulling his face into my sex, then exploding in a violent orgasm. Suddenly, he was inside me, hammering me with his hard dick. God I love his dick! And soon he erupted, flooding me with his love juice.

We talked. We rested, had more sex and then fell asleep. In the middle of the night we were at it again. We discussed whether I should go on this charity planning session, or as Paul says, "date", with Niles.

Finally, around 7 am, I reluctantly sent Niles a text saying I would be willing to help him get the fund raiser together.

He immediately shot back with a text about how happy he was, and where to meet him that morning. As Paul left for the city, I could see he was having very mixed feelings about this. Time constraints ushered him out the door, though I wondered how he would possibly be able to concentrate on whatever meeting was calling away his attention.

When I got to the Senior Center, which was sort of the headquarters for the fundraiser, there were about five other people around. I’ll admit, I was glad to see that. Despite the fact that I had downplayed it with Paul, I could tell this guy Niles had a crush on me. It happens a lot. At the risk of being conceited, I am very attractive. Also, my accent drives American men crazy. I have had no lack of suitors, let’s leave it at that. But, I love my husband, and would never stray.

Niles was the perfect gentleman that morning though. He showed me where they were with plans. We talked strategy and ideas. The whole team was blown away with what I considered to be fairly rudimentary party planning fund raising concepts. The NYC philanthropy scene is the major leagues, so to speak. It was easy to knock their socks off in Holiday Hollow.

About three hours later, we were having a coffee break. There were now only two other people outside of Niles and I, and they were off in a different part of the space. Niles and I were having a pleasant, platonic conversation. He said he was surprised my husband didn't object to me coming along with him. I mentioned (not in full detail of course), that Paul had always been a fan of hypnosis.

Niles raised an eyebrow, and then started asking me questions about that. From his line of questioning, I could tell that he was figuring out that Paul was a hypno fetishist. I was trying to change the subject, when he just straight came out and asked me.

"Argh. This is so embarrassing!” I said with my face in my hands. That was basically an admission. “I don’t get it, but he gets really turned on talking about it."

"Well, he is not alone many, many men are really into it. It is a whole thing. Trust me. But why do you say you don’t get it?” Niles asked.

I felt a little trapped. How could I get out of this without embarrassing him. I certainly couldn’t tell him that it was all rubbish, which it is. He could see I was stumbling a little bit.

“You don’t believe in hypnosis” he said with a warm smile.

“It’s not that I just –“ I fumbled.

“Don’t worry” he interrupted graciously. “I hear that all the time. I never blame a sceptic! I know it all seems weird. See, the thing that people don’t understand is hypnosis is driven by imagination, creativity. You can likely understand that, you just gave us a master class in philanthropic creativity.” He said. I smiled at his compliment.

He continued, “Yeah, it speaks to the power of imagination, the power of that creativity. The mind’s ability to create its own reality, to relive a vivid memory, to visualize the immediate future, and to create beautiful things from nothing.  Imagination is one of the most powerful tools that we have at our disposal, and it's thanks to it that we can create and experience new things.     

Hypnosis uses that imagination, that power, to accomplish things that our regular consciousness can't.  In the same way that an engrossing story in book, film, or television can completely capture you, move you to laughter and tears over the fate of a fictional cast, hypnosis can use your imagination to do amazing things.      

When most people think of their imagination though, they focus first on the visual sense.  A picture inside your head.  Next comes sound.  A song that gets stuck in your head.  A familiar voice.  Next is smell and taste together: powerful, vivid senses that can can instantly invoke long forgotten memories or gnaw at you with cravings for a favorite meal.” He told me. He was so smooth, he had clearly explained this before, I could tell he knew this speech like the back of his hand. He must have read it off the internet or something,but the way he was expressing it, it was as if it were his own thesis.     

“Last of all is your sense of touch.  That's because, most of the time, your mind doesn't really focus on this sense.  It's always there, in the background.  You can become aware of it, immediately identify the feel and texture of everything in contact with your skin, but most people don't give it much thought or imagination at all.      

That makes it fertile ground for us.  Because, you see, the sense of touch is the sense of your body, the way it feels.  When you are excited you feel it in your chest, in your heartbeat and the butterflies of your stomach and the sweat of your hands.  When you are drowsy, you can feel it in the weight of your eyes, the swaying of your head, and the heaviness of your whole body.  There isn't a sense that could be better suited for hypnosis.  All we need now is your imagination.      

So, let's put that imagination to use. We will use symbols.  Symbols are like shortcuts for the mind.  You get a distinct mental image with plenty of associations and memories when you see a logo, a flag, or religious icon, even if the symbol itself is as simple as a few lines.  The images come to you whether you focus on the symbol or not, taking a shortcut through your mind to make you remember and visualize.  That is the beginning of their power.      

You’ve seen my sign, and I know your husband took a beautiful picture of you in front of it” Niles said. I was so caught up in listening to him, that it caught me off guard. I went to say something, but he kept speaking. “So, you know that I am partial to the spiral.  A single black graphic on a white background, curving in towards itself in a lazy circle, spinning, always moving towards the center.  When you think of the spiral, images spring forth without any conscious thought to retrieving them.  You think of how the spiral spins, even if it is laying still like in my sign.  You think of staring into one yourself, remembering those times you might have done so.      

You think of the way the spiral appears in the media, instantly drawing whoever looks at it into a deep trance. It were images like this that no doubt captivated Paul when he was young. He must have liked the fantasies and stories where a simple spiral was enough to erode the character's will. You think of the spiral as you go into a deep, heavy trance.      

The image of the spiral is powerful, universal, which is why I used it in my promotional pieces.  But it is an image.  A picture in your mind.  Let's make it into something else.      

I want you to try something for me, Danielle.  I want you to let me take your left index finger, then slowly trace an invisible spiral on your forehead.” He said to me as he gently took my left hand. His hands were warm. I knew it was unusual that he was touching my hand, but he was just so smooth, it was like he was in a rhythm. It was hard to stop that rhythm.

“Just let me use your finger to trace the spiral on your forehead and then focus on that spot, on the feel of your skin. Even after you finish and remove your finger, your skin is sensitive enough that you can still feel where your fingers touched, where the spiral was drawn.  And in your mind, you can picture a spiral there, on your forehead.  In your imagination, you can see that invisible but dark black spiral spin, and you can imagine it going to work, slowly draining your will.      

Focus on that image, that feeling.  Let the spiral sharpen, come into focus.  Moving, so that one ring becomes two, two becomes three, and so on, as the spiral goes deeper and deeper, never stopping. Just looking at it is enough to hold you still, but this spiral is a part of you, in direct contact with you, and you can feel its power over you.      

It relaxes you.  Makes your body start to feel heavy.  With every breath, you can feel the spiral's power sinking deep inside of you, spreading to your limbs.  Slightly numbing you, and making you feel good, better with every breath.      

And your eyes.  The more power the spiral has, the more you listen to my words.  Not just hearing them, but feeling them, each phrase and word, and every time the influence of my words grows stronger and stronger.  You can feel my words sinking into your mind in the same way that the spiral is sinking into your body.      

Your mind is growing relaxed, unfocused on everything except my words.  Letting my words draw you down, deeper and deeper, towards a trance.  A trance where your whole body will be completely relaxed.  Where you will have a feeling of lazy anticipation, eagerly soaking up words and then effortlessly obeying.      

And when you obey Danielle, it will feel so very good.  Like sunlight on your skin.      

Think about that now.  Soaking in the sunlight.  Letting it sink into your skin on a perfect day.  It feels so good, you don't want to move.  You can't resist staying in the light just a little longer.  And the longer you stay, the better it feels, the less you think of even stopping.      

And everything else just fades away.  In the same way that the sun makes the light of the moon and stars fade from the sky, my words make your resistance, any distractions, slowly sink into the background, washed out and powerless.      

That's right, sinking down deeper now.  Your body has begun feeling so pleasantly warm.  My words so enthralling.  Just a little further now.  Let the spiral take you a little further.  Let the warm light take you a little deeper.      

And on the count of ten, you will be ready.  Ready to listen.  Ready to obey Danielle.        

One      

Two      

You know that you're ready.  Eager to obey.      

Three      

Four      

Sinking deeper and deeper, my words always make you sink deeper.   Five      

Six      

And it feels so good, being so deep for me.      

Seven      

Eight      

Just letting yourself relax with another deep breath      

Nine      

And ten.      

Good Danielle, I now want your conscious mind to turn off…”

PAUL

When I got back from Manhattan, Danielle was not yet back in the room. That surprised me a bit, especially as the meeting had taken longer than I envisioned. Was she still with Niles? I started to get nervous, and jealous.

I called her cell, nothing. I decided to walk down to the Senior Center, where she had said she was going. Inside, I could see it was just her and Niles. Both were going over some papers or something. Nothing looked amiss, which was good. They greeted me warmly. Danielle asked how the meetings went, etc. She was acting normal. I relaxed a bit.

“How did things go here?” I asked. “Is the Senior Center going to be saved?” I asked. To be honest, I couldn’t remember if the fund raiser was to save it or just help it. Not that I even cared too much.

“It will, thanks to Danielle. She is amazing!” Niles beamed. Yup. There we go. This dude was totally into her. I didn’t like this.

“Master Niles is the amazing one!” she quickly retorted with a million watt smile. Wait, Master Niles?

“Well, we make a great team. I think the Holiday Hollow Senior Center will have the best Christmas ever!” he said, as if directly out of those cheesy movies. I was stuck on the Master Niles part though. I could tell that he could see that. He had a shit eating grin on his face.

“Alright Darling, you must be famished”, Danielle said as she went to grab her coat. Ok, looks like we were leaving, a good thing no doubt. She put her fur coat on and flipped her long blonde hair over it.

I glanced at Niles, he still had a smug look on his face as he went to the Christmas tree next to him and grabbed a candy cane off the branch. I could tell something was up as he unwrapped the plastic coating. He looked at me, but spoke to my wife as he sat down on the chair next to him and rested the candy cane on his upper thigh. “Danielle, come lick this candy cane. You will love it. Don’t stop until I tell you to.” He said calmly and firmly.

Much to my shock, my wife, my sophisticated, ivy league educated, executive wife instantly replied with “Yes Master Niles” as she knelt down next to this stranger and started going to town on the candy cane which was down by this guys crotch. I was absolutely stunned.       

“Danielle, what the fuck?” I exclaimed. She paused momentarily, but didn’t stop. I couldn’t believe it.

“Good Danielle. This pleases me. Now, Paul, as you may have guessed, I did indeed hypnotize Danielle today. Incredibly deeply as a matter of fact.” The asshole told me, as my wife went to town on the candy cane protruding from his lap. “I know all about your hypnosis fetish, and don’t worry – I’ve hooked you up. Now I am going to ask you to transfer $100,000 to my account. When you have done that, I can bring your life somewhat back to normal… at least depending on which suggestions you want me to keep in place.” He said calmly.

“Bull fucking shit!” I told him. No way I was about to be blackmailed, or exploited, or whatever the fuck this was.

“Danielle, kiss me” he said. My wife, my loving wife, my faithful partner, slowly stroked her hands up his chest and mounted him in the chair as she slowly and passionately started making out with him. Her hands went up to the back of his head and played with his hair. It was incredibly sensual. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like it at all. I grabbed her and pulled her off of him.

She didn’t struggle, but as soon as I let go a little bit, she started going back to him. What the fuck? He saw this and laughed. Now enraged, I grabbed a lamp off the table. I was going to beat him to death with it. He saw this too.

“Ok, ok. Danielle, go with Paul. Tell him what happened. I will be in contact with you later. Paul, I’m confident I’ll be hearing from you soon.” he laughed.

I could tell this wasn’t going to be easy. I really had no idea what I was going to do. I guess I was glad that Danielle wasn’t actively fighting me on the way out. I don’t know how I would have handled that. Instead, I was able to get her to the car. I raced back to the hotel, and brought her upstairs to our room. My mind raced, I had to think protection. I had to keep him away from her. Clearly, I needed to leave Holiday Hollow.

Danielle was just sitting on the edge of the bed. Completely content, just staring out the window. It was so fucking weird, she wasn’t looking at her phone or anything. I started packing up our things. I heard the ding her phone makes when she get a text. She grabbed her phone out of her pocket, and looked at. She immediately rose from the bed, not saying a word to me or acknowledging me. She grabbed her satin green teddy from the suitcase and went into the bathroom.

Shit! He’s controlling her from her phone! As she was slipping n the teddy, I went to her coat where she had put her phone back in her pocket. I looked at her text. It was from Master Niles (at least that is how he was now listed in her phone), it read. “Put on something sexy and come to me. I’m at the hotel across from the theater.”

I texted back, not with a plan, but out of pure fear/frustration. “Fuck you asshole.” Shit. I should have thought that through more. What if he comes here? I needed some help, just enough to let me figure out how to get out of here with her. I looked in the bathroom, Danielle was applying her make up. She came out and grabbed her fur coat and put it on. She was putting her boots on, she was really going to leave!

Her phone was still in my hand. I had an idea, I bolted out of the room and slammed the door. The inn was old, and had a noisy old ice machine that was right outside our room. I had been bitching about it the whole time, because it made ice in noisy batches throughout the night. Pulling the plug from the wall, and using all my might, I moved the ice machine in front of our room door. There is no way Danielle would be able to move that.

I knew I had a few minutes, but I also looked like a psycho. If any of the inn guests saw that I was keeping my wife locked in my room with an ice machine they’d call the cops. I had to hurry. I went down stairs to the front desk and starting handing out $100 bills. My natural tendency was to use money to help my out of jams, and this was no different. I told the bell hop, the front desk kid, and a maintenance guy that they had to keep Niles away from here at all costs until my wife and I were gone. If they could do that, I’d hook them up with more cash.

They all agreed, but the front desk kid looked nervous. I asked him what was up, he said that Niles just called our room, and he put him through to my wife. He said he was sorry and he didn’t know, blah blah blah.

I raced back up to the room. The door to our room was open, she must have tried to get out. I could now hear noises coming from the room. Still grateful there didn’t seem to be any other guests around, I slowly made my way to the ice machine barricade, not knowing what was happening. As I got closer, I could hear soft moans coming from our room. My heart rate increased along with the bulge in my pants at just the sound of her moans. I hated myself for that, but I’m a guy, and we react to female sexual noises. The door was only slightly open. Peering around the ice machine, and through the gap in the door I could see that my wife was laying on the bed still in her satin teddy and sable fur coat. She was massaging her breast with one hand as the other was down between her legs. Her fingers were slowly rubbing the her mound. She was clearly lost in some sort of hypnotic command to masturbate. Her legs began to open wider as her moans became louder. The hand between her legs was moving the length of her slit. I could see her wetness on her fingers and the look of bliss on her face as she continued rubbing herself. 

I knew I should just throw her over my shoulder and into the car. But I wanted to watch just for another minute. I moved the ice machine from the door way and quietly went inside, closing the door behind me. This was so unlike Danielle. She was sophisticated, conservative. She had never masturbated while I watched. I couldn't help myself. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock. I slowly stroked its length as I watched my deeply hypnotized wife.  As her one hand would squeeze her perfect breasts the other was making circular motions on her labia. Faster movements and louder moans came from her as she worked herself toward orgasm. Both hands were now feverishly working her as she spread the lips open and teased the opening of her vagina. Fingers working in unison rubbing her opening and her button as her eyes were closed in the pleasure of the moment. I got closer to her, dropping my pants as I went. At no time did she slow her assault on her pussy. Her wetness increased more and more as her fingers continued their work. I reached and touched her soft, smooth leg making her gasp while I kept stroking my cock. Reaching for her, I slowly dragged my fingers up her inner thigh lightly touching the skin stopping short of the area her fingers were still feverishly working. I could sense she was close to her orgasm. Her breathing increased and her moaning became louder. The sight of her was incredible, and knowing that it was hypnosis that brought her here was more than I could handle. I could take no more. I reached for her and squeezed her breasts pinching her nipples causing another gasp to escape her mouth. Lowering my mouth I began kissing her neck moving to her face kissing and licking as I went. I placed my mouth over hers and our tongues met. She reached for my hardness and used the soft fur of her sable coat to massage my cock. She had done that before (when I have bought her furs) and it is otherworldly levels of pleasure. Her other hand never slowed its movement on her pussy, taking her to the point of no return. Moments passed and our breathing became heavy and the sounds of love louder. I continued rubbing her breasts while she rubbed her vagina at a feverish pace with one hand and fur stroked my cock with the other. Finally we reached our limits. I let out a loud moan as I began to cum like never before spurting time and time again. I sensed her time was near. I opened my eyes to watch her body tremble as she screamed when her orgasm over took her. As she climaxed she yelled out something about being Master Niles’ hypnotized slave, and that he owned her. I’ll spare the details from there. Let’s just say I was soon transferring $100k. Within a month, I started wishing that Hallmark made Valentine’s Day movies…I craved another adventure like we had in Holiday Hollow.