#wish we could have made a tree cookie : (

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tree branch cross section with a star-shaped ring growth pattern we found during our internship this year. a very special phenomenon : )

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WHAT YOU NEED ✷

Synopsis: Jungkook and you try getting into the Christmas spirit, but you end up getting fucked up against the kitchen counter.

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Genre: established relationship au!

Warnings: smut, size kink, light spanking, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex (don’t b dumb nd wear condom.) fluff, cussing, Jungkook has a dirty mouth. a kms joke, hair pulling and choking

Word count: 2.3k

A/n: let’s not sayyyy.. when i say i was giggling and kicking my feet i am not fucking lying! (Jk had me on a chokehold istg😒) they flagged my shit… um

Is it barely November 1st? Yes.

Are you putting the Christmas tree up already? Fuck yeah.

Jungkook would clown you for your love for Christmas, and honestly, you didn't care because you loved everything about it. The decorations, the new flavored coffee menu’s, the gifts underneath the tree, and the cold. You loved wearing beanies, scarves, and thick hoodies. Something about this holiday takes you back to your childhood—the way you would gather with your siblings and parents in the kitchen, making sugar cookies to put under the tree for Santa.

Were you heartbroken when your parents told you they were Santa? Yes. You felt betrayed after they lied to you for thirteen years of your life. When you shared your story with Jungkook, he burst out laughing, sharing that he found out at age nine after catching his parents in the act, making you want to cry for him.

Now here you both were at 10:40 pm assembling the Christmas tree. Jungkook's mom gifted you both, which is much bigger than yours from last year.

“Oh my fuck—this is too big, baby." Jungkook admires the height of the tree with his hands rested on both sides of his hips. Your excitement rises at how many possible ways you both could decorate it.

"Well, I can tell you hate it,” your boyfriend jokes as his hands wrap around your bare waist from behind. “Your hands are cold,” you flinch. Your hands wrap around his, trying to pass him your warmth.

“And if we decorate it with tiny dicks?” You crack your neck upward to see his reaction. “I mean, go for it, baby."

You swat his chest as he burst into a fit of laughter. “You swear you’re so funny, huh?” You look at him with a serious face, your mouth twitching from trying to hold in the big smile that wants to come out.

Jungkook just shakes his head. “Wanna decorate today with last year's decorations, or we can wait till tomorrow and buy new ones, and instead we can bake Christmas cookies?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you.

Anyone in their right mind would be thinking we’re crazy for already baking Christmas cookies when December is in a whole month. But you both didn’t care.

…

“We should’ve gotten pre-made cookie dough.” Your eyes look around at the marble counter in front of you, filled with all the ingredients your mother-in-law told you to use. “On god.” Jungkook stands beside you. “You know what? Let me call my mom. We need a tutorial, I'm afraid.” You giggle as he pulls out his phone, opening up FaceTime.

The phone rings three times before the camera fills up with your mother-in-law smiling sweetly. "Hi, my babies!” She says first, Your face lights up. “Hi,” you wave a hand to the camera. “Hi mom!”

“You guys look adorable,” she motions to your guys matching pink hello kitty pajamas. “Y/n bought them; I had no choice,” he lied, knowing damn well he wanted to match first. “Sureee.” You rolled your eyes at him.

The call continued as Jungkook's mom gave you guys simple instructions like beating the sugar and butter with a whisk, which Jungkook took over because your hand started to hurt, and gradually adding flour to the mixture, which ended with both of you guys covered in white flour because Jungkook turned the mixer too fast. After wishing your goodbyes, you both slightly shake off the flour, and you put the dough in the refrigerator. Apparently, you have to let it be firm.

“So now we have two hours to wait. I say we fuck.” Jungkook slaps your ass, making you squeal. “You’re horny??” Your hands make their way to his hair, slightly pulling. "Hm, maybe,” he whispers into your mouth, and he gives you a slow, wet kiss. “I’m still sore from earlier." I mumble in between kisses. “Was I too rough?” His rough hands massage your ass. You shrug your shoulders in his embrace.

“Christmas movie, then?” He asks, “I’m so down."

….

“Shit takes like ass,” you say, finishing up the cookie.

Your boyfriend looks around for the long-gone cookie. “I don't know; let’s ask the audience.” He looks around for the invisible camera. “Bitch!” You swat his arm, and he burst out laughing, holding on to his stomach.

“You literally ate that shit up.” His head is thrown back, and the most beautiful laugh roars out of him. “I will kill myself genuinely.” You chuckle while trying another cookie without the frosting you guys tried making from a tutorial on Google.

“The frosting is ass, cause this is a bomb,” you stuff your mouth with the remaining of the cookie humming at the taste. “Am I weird cause I fuck with the frosting?" He dips his pinky nto the bowl where the white frosting is before sucking it off. “Never mind actual shit." His nose scrunches in disgust, and his tongue sticks out, making you giggle.

"No, seriously, why is it so bad?” Jungkook takes a sip of the milk he had served not so long ago. “I have no clue, baby, but the sugar cookie itself slaps." You take your half eaten cookie up to your boyfriend's mouth and say, "Open, ahh." He immediately follows commands and opens before you shove his mouth with the golden cookie. “Mhm,” Jungkook's face scrunches as he bobs his head up and down, savoring the heart-shaped cookie.

“Probably the best cookie I had in a while, not gonna lie,” he states, taking a bite of the gingerman's head.

“Do we have cinnamon?” You make your way to the drawer where you keep all the spices. “ Found it,” you make your way back to the cookie before sprinkling some on your and Jungkook's cookies before taking a huge bite. “Oh my fuck," you moan.

"Oh, my fuck indeed.” Jungkook shoves the remaining cookie into his mouth, moaning at how it melted in his mouth. "Think, I just saw stars.” You say this while he side-eyes you. “Haha no.” He says that before picking you up on the counter, he settles in between your legs.

“Horny still?” You ask again, "Yes, very, I’ll be a gentle promise.” He leaves open-mouth kisses on your neck before slowly sucking.

“No marks.” You moan, your fingers slightly tugging on his hair and making him groan. “Scarf season, princess.” He looks up with a smirk on his face, then continues his actions, sucking and licking your soft spot. You bite your lip, trying to be quiet. Jungkook slowly grinds into your clothed pussy causing you to slip out a throaty moan. “Fuck—“ you throw your head back, your legs caging him closer to where you most need him. “I need you to lose the clothes and fuck me.” Jungkook chuckles at your demanding tone.

“Yeah? Want my cock already?” His hands rub on your thighs. You nod your head, looking down at the imprint of his now-hard cock. You reach for it, but Jungkook slaps your hand away, making you pout. “Patience princess,” Jungkook's hands tug on the band of your pajamas, pulling them down and taking your underwear along with it.

You squeal as your bare ass feels the cold counter top, and your boyfriend laughs before throwing the clothes somewhere on the ground.

Your pussy clenches over nothing, and you go to press your thighs together to relieve some of the tension, only for Jungkook to hold them wide open. He pulls his hard cock out of his pants, giving himself two pumps before slapping it on your wet center. Your gaze fixated on his dick on your pussy, your lips between your teeth moaning slightly when your boyfriend gives it another slap with his dick.

“So wet for me, baby,” he says, giving it another slap. "C'mere," Jungkook's picks you off the counter from your arms, “bend over. ” He orders.

You quickly follow his command, your juices dripping down your legs from how wet you were already. Jungkook spreads open your legs some more before making his way in between them, giving your ass a slap. “Fuck—“ you clench your thighs together as he soothes the red mark he just left. “Fuck, when are you going to let me fuck this ass.” Your boyfriend asks you, giving you another spank, making you squeak.

“Never,” you moan, making him chuckle under his breath. “Worth the try.” He jokes before sinking down into you, both moaning at the feeling. You felt so full. Jungkook is so big, stretching your pussy deliciously. “So big shit," you moan, your cheek pressed against the counter as he fills you up to the hilt. “You can take it, baby,” Jungkook says between gritted teeth. He felt you clenching around him, having him on the verge of coming right there in an instant.

“Always so good for me, baby. Want me to fuck you so good, huh?” He whispers into your ear, and you clench around him, earning you another spank, ripping a loud moan out of you. “Fuck me," you stutter over the pleasure your lower belly is feeling. “That’s what I like to hear, baby,” Jungkook says before pulling his cock out, just leaving the tip in before slamming into you. Your mouth hangs open as he repeats the movements over and over again. “Fuck just like that,” you grip to the edge of the counter, your eyes close immediately, as his rough hands compare to your smooth skin, hold tightly to the sides of your hips, pounding into you from behind.

“This cunt is mine, right?” Jungkook groans, sliding his cock in and out of your walls. You could only reply with a loud moan. But that’s not enough for Jungkook; your boyfriend wraps his hand around your hair, pulling you upward and arching your back in the process. “Use your words, princess.” He orders in your ear, his movements never halting.

"Fuck—your pussy! Only yours,” you spit out whatever words you could make a sentence out of. “Fucking you dumb, huh?” He lets go of your hair and moves his hand around your neck, adorning it like a necklace and applying some pressure. "Mhmm,” you moan, trying to open your eyes but shutting close after Jungkook slams into you again.

The room fills with the wet clapping sounds, groans, and moans that keep spilling out of your guys mouths. Your fingers find your sensitive clit, applying pressure and drawing small circles. "Fuck—I'm gonna come!” Your legs shake beneath Jungkook, and his arm wraps around your waist in case your legs give out on you.

“Yeah baby? Gonna come for me?” He slaps your hand away from your clit replacing it with his. Your back arches against him, and his cock continues hitting your g-spot repeatedly, sending you over the edge.

“Oh fuc—“ Your words are cut short when the pleasure in your belly finally snaps, and Jungkook's fingers furiously move on your pussy, making you scream into your hand. Wetness pools on your feet, dripping down your legs. “Fuck so hot when you squirt,” Jungkook continues fucking you through your orgasm, the overstimulation has you shaking underneath him. “Too much fu-fuck,” you head drops to the counter. You clench, sending Jungkook over the edge.

“Coming,” your boyfriend's head drops to your shoulder, his movements becoming sloppy, springs of cum shooting inside you, moaning at the feeling.

His movements come to a halt, his mind foggy, his cock throbbing when he pulls out, making you whine, feeling empty.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” Jungkook mutters under his breath as he sees his cum dripping out of your hole. Without a second thought, he shoves it back in with his index finger. “Aw shit,” you moan at the sensitivity.

He chuckles, kissing your shoulder blade. “You were so good for me, baby.” He leaves open-mouthed kisses all over your back, breathing heavily. You are trying to catch your breath, and your legs feel like jelly, not being able to move from your current position.

“Mhm,” you hum softly, your eyes closing. "Baby, don’t fall asleep on me,” Jungkook smiles at you, picking you up in bridal style, making you to squeal.

"How the fuck can you be so cute after just getting railed?” Your boyfriend moves your hair out of your face as you try to snuggle into his chest. “You play too much,” you mumble.

Jungkook lays you down on the bed before disappearing into your guys bathroom; a couple minutes later, coming out changed and with a warm rag in hand, “here, baby open,” he coos motioning to your legs. You do as he says. He slowly cleans and wipes your center, making you moan from oversensitivity. “Almost done,” he says before giving a last swipe and throwing the rag somewhere in the room.

“Do you want a pill, baby?” He asks against your cheek, to which you nod. He stands up, walking to your side of the closet and getting you something comfy to wear. “Here. Be right back.” Jungkook leaves the clothes next to you and leaves the room.

As you change into your clothes, Jungkook waltz’s in with an ibuprofen and a glass of water on his other hand. “Here,” he says, waiting for you to poke your head out of his hoodie before handing you the small pill.

You swallow the pill without any complaints before dropping down on the bed. “So tired.” Your eyes close before you even hit the pillow, making him chuckle. “Worn you out, huh?” He teases before dropping beside you, pulling the covers over both of you. You immediately cuddle up to his side, feeding off the warmth he radiates. Your leg is over his torso, and your hand is on his chest.

“I love you, princess.” He whispers into your hair, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. “I love you; now let’s go, mimi’s." You kiss his clothed chest, hoping he can still feel the kiss.

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Zipper Extra VI

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@jhughesangel for you :)

Some cavity inducing sweetness (hopefully)

P.S. Sorry I'm writing about the holiday season. Again. I'm sure that's tiring but fall/winter is my favorite time of year and it makes for the most romance in my brain.

~2.2k words

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too.

On the first of the month, she began baking. Harry had seen her in action at her place, but now it was their place and coming home some nights after she did to an apartment that smelled like cookies, cinnamon, and apples. It was heavenly and more than ever he wished with everything in him that he hadn’t waited so long to have this moment.

Every space of the apartment was decorated with red berries and greenery and other Christmas décor. The tree stood in the window of the living room overlooking the town. It was beautiful and magical. Harry didn’t even have a tree, the last few years which pained her to no end. He didn’t have the heart to tell her he didn’t have one prior to them dating either. The only Christmas tree he saw was the one at his mum’s house. Or at her place.

But they were living together, now. So, every holiday was warm and inviting. It felt like home when he was there. She made it make sense. “S’not our anniversary, right?” He asked, coming to stand behind her. His hands pressed onto the counter on either side of her as he pressed his lips to the curve of her neck as a gentle hello. The rest of his body was warm against her back, his body encasing her between the bowl of chocolate and Harry.

Turning her head as much as she could to get a peripheral look at him, she licked the excess frosting off her thumb, she shook her head. “No, baby. Wrong month,” she giggled.

Harry wrinkled his nose “M’sorry,” he murmured. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” he admitted.

“It’s okay. I’ve never really been one for anniversaries,” she shrugged. Yet she always has a present for me. He thought to himself with a frown. “I mean...” she noted the way his body deflated with a sigh. “I think I love you pretty well every day...I think there are worse things in life than forgetting a card or a day where you finally came to your senses,” she twisted in his embrace, and she brought the tip of her finger to his lips so he could have a tasted of the frosting. It was silly and romantic all at once. He gave her finger a gentle bite inciting the most beautiful, little giggle from her. “Does that make sense?” She asked.

“So I should be giving y’a gift every day because m’in love with you all the time,” he nodded with a half grin.

“No,” she laughed and rested her forehead on his chest. “No way. Your gifts? We’d be broke.”

“It would be worth it,” he murmured. “I’d spend every penny I had on you.”

“Absolutely not what I want.”

He chuckled rubbing his hand up and down her spine. “Did you have a good day?”

She nodded. “I won my case,” she murmured into his chest.

“Y’don’t sound very excited over the good news, kitten,” he kissed the top of her head.

“It didn’t feel like winning,” she mumbled. “Sometimes fighting for the top dog doesn’t feel very good.”

Her poor sweet soul. “S’never made any sense t’me that someone as sweet as you would be a corporate lawyer.”

“M’good at it,” she said defensively and pouted as she looked up at him.

“I know you’re good at it, angel,” he nodded. “S’not a question. But morally, your heart is jus’ so much nicer,” he kissed the top of her head. “M’surprised y’don’t cry in court sometimes.”

“S’really hard sometimes,” she admitted.

“Y’don’t have t’be a corporate lawyer if y’don’t want.”

“Yeah...but then I wouldn’t have an office next to yours. We wouldn’t have lunch together..." Harry felt a pang of adoration shoot through him. Like she had personally squeezed the veins of his heart just as a reminder that he adored her so much. "And you’d make way more money than me and I wouldn’t be able to afford living here.”

“Y’could live here for free,” he rolled his eyes--as if money would keep him from her. “Jus’ make y’pay me in kisses...and other things.”

She tilted her head up to look at his face while he gazed down at her. “I love you,” she smiled.

He grinned and shook his head. “Thank goodness,” he murmured and attached his lips to hers. They tasted of chocolate, love, sweetness, and happiness. Perfectly her.

*

She didn’t like having a blindfold on—especially in public and without a clue of where they were headed. It was chilly but her coat was warm, and Harry had his arm firmly around her waist. One thing she trusted was that Harry would never let her fall. “I am already surprised Harry. Please let me take it off. I must look insane, and people are probably thinking you’re going to kidnap me.”

“I would love t’see someone try and kidnap you,” he chuckled. “Watch y’step, kitten,” he hummed and squeezed her tighter as he brought her up two steps. She had no sense of where they were—not by sight of course—but he had taken her around three different blocks in order to disorient her. The smells didn’t help either because it was a Saturday night. It was Christmas time, and everywhere in the little city smelled and sounded the same. “Think y’would argue with them about how they didn’t tie the blindfold tight enough.”

“The same cannot be said for you,” she wrinkled her nose trying to get the fabric to move around her face. “Is it weird? You’re not going to embarrass me are you?” She asked.

“What on earth d’you think m’going t’do, kitten?” He laughed. “We’re almost there, just a few more steps.”

“I don’t know. Maybe me accidentally taking your towel every morning has finally done you in and you’re going to murder me and hide my body.”

“Kitten, we’re around other people. Please don’t give them ideas.”

“I don’t think you would murder me. But statistically, you’re the one most likely to.”

“M’ignoring you,” he murmured. The people around them gave sympathetic and awkward smiles. “Okay, two steps,” he pressed his hand on her lower back. The back of her calf touched something solid but she hadn’t a clue where she was. It could have been anywhere. But they were still outside. Maybe it was just a bench? Or a wall by the fountain? She had no way of knowing.

“Am I going to be in a blindfold the entire night?”

“No, m’love. M’gonna take it off as soon as y’sit,” he said gently touching her hips to guide her to sitting on the seat behind her. She was quiet as Harry reached behind her head, the palms of his hands sliding softly against her cheeks as he reached. Before he undid the knot, he gently massaged his fingertips into her hair and gave her a soft kiss on the forehead. It made her stomach flutter and she felt like she would explode from the way he made her feel.

The moment she opened her eyes she was greeted with Harry’s gorgeous green eyes gazing at her. “God you’re pretty,” he murmured, and she felt a bit dizzy hearing it from his lips—Harry was pretty, too. It took every bit of willpower to tear her eyes away from his gaze. His hand slid into her lap, and he twisted their fingers together while she took in the surroundings. There was a man directing a horse on a perched seat above them an older top hat on his head. The carriage they sat in was white, with red leather seats. Green garland with red berries and Christmas bows draped around them. A set of twinkly lights was hung around the little awning of the carriage as well. Her lips parted as the horse quietly pulled them around the park. There was a dusting of snow, Harry couldn’t have dreamed of a better day to do this. But it was perfect, exactly what he wanted.

Speechless. She was completely and totally speechless.

Harry watched her expression change about a thousand times in one minute trying to make sense of what was happening. “Y’okay, in there?” He asked cupping the side of her face and brushing his thumb on her cheek. “S’this...not what you wanted?” He asked feeling the nerves creep up.

Did she forget their anniversary? No... it wasn’t that. Did he do something wrong? Why was...how did he know?

Maybe this was just something she wanted to do with her ex-boyfriend and not Harry. Maybe this wasn’t something she wanted anymore. “Er...we can...stop, if y’want, kitten. I thought y’would want this...but...maybe I got it wrong, naturally. Thought y’would want to—”

She shook her head trying to shake some sense into her mind and get her brain cells to put together a coherent thought rather than just staring at the scene before her. “No...” she shook her head quickly. “No...this is...Harry this is perfect,” she whispered breathlessly.

He smiled and a relieved sigh left his lungs in the form of a nervous chuckle. “Oh...good,” he pressed his lips against her temple and watched her eyes scanning the park around her. They had been to the park about a thousand times on foot, but seated in a horse drawn carriage, it was as if she had never seen the trees and paths. The light displays and the children milling in front of their parents were completely new to her.

“How...how did you...did you ask my sister about this?” She asked.

He shook his head. “No...”

“Did I tell you about this?” But she was certain she didn’t. She hadn’t thought about a carriage ride in years.

“Uh...no,” he smiled awkwardly giving her hand a squeeze. “When we were studying one time...y’were all upset ‘bout your ex not planning dates or whatever. You were on the phone with your sister and y’said y’wanted a Christmas carriage ride.”

Her heart felt like it was melting. “You...heard that?” She sounded so stunned. Harry was a bit worried about her well-being. She seemed completely out of sorts. To him, this was the only thing that made sense. In fact, he should have planned this when they first started dating. In his mind, this was nearly three years too late. Lord, knew it was over a decade too late for her sweet self. “You...remember that?”

He smiled, squeezing her hand in her lap again. With his freehand he brought it to her face again and brushed his thumb across her face. “I know...I know y’have forgiven me for...how mean I was—”

“You weren’t mean.”

“Well, I wasn’t nice t’you, kitten. S’well as being mean. Y’deserve nothing but kindness. You’re the sweetest soul I know.” She wanted to respond but she felt like there was more he wanted to say, and her throat was closing around the warm emotion she felt the longer he spoke. “M’sorry, again. For all that I put you through.”

It wasn’t that bad. She couldn’t tell him enough. She knew it ate at him like nothing else, so she simply nodded. “I know you’re sorry. But really...it’s alright, baby. I know—”

“Shh,” he hushed pressing a finger to her lips. “M’not done.” She felt like the blindfold was placed around her lips at his words. It was so perfect. The right temperature, the right scene, the perfect guy.

“Okay,” she murmured.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever fully forgive myself,” he admitted. “But m’so glad I figured out how I felt. M’so sorry it took me s’long. More than being mean t’you...I don’t know if I’ll forgive myself for taking s’long. Wasting all that time we could have been together. But I don’t want t’waste time ever again,” he promised.

He kept hold of her hand as he shifted from the seat to the floor of the carriage balancing on one knee and digging into his coat pocket as if he did this all the time. He pinched the small box in his grip with his free hand. She couldn’t even see inside the box, but she knew that her heart was going to explode when she did. So, it was for the best that she didn’t get to see it. “Y’make me so happy. You’re m’favorite person t’wake up to. T’come home to. Before you, I never even thought ‘bout marriage. It only makes sense when I think ‘bout you,” he was rushing his words a bit. Like when he first told her how much he liked her and how he would be a shitty boyfriend.

He was anything but.

“I don’t know if I’ll get better at remembering anniversaries and birthdays but God, kitten. I want t’try with you. Because y’deserve the best and m’not sure if s’me that’s best for you but I want to be. I want t’take you on carriage rides and make sugar cookies with our little babies that will look jus’ like you and take them t’soccer practice on weekends. I know s’not anyone half s’beautiful as you, kitten. Inside or out,” he never made sense when he was spilling all the emotions directly from his heart, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. She thought she might cry if he spoke any longer.

“Please, marry me,” he said finally, slowly at last.

They stared at each other silently for several moments.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Thank you.”

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pairing: soldier boy x reader

word count: 1062

notes: on the third day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... soldier boy playing santa claus!

life had been peaceful the last few years. you and ben had finally gotten the chance to settle down, and now, you were the proud parents of twin girls, who were now four years old. finally at the age where they’d be more likely to remember this holiday better than the last three, and that made you excited. you and ben had gone a little overboard this year with the gifts, trying to fulfill as many little wishes on their lists as you could. this time of year was magical for a child, and even though ben grumbled about santa getting most of the credit, he knew the smiles on their faces would be well worth it.

the night of christmas eve, you hosted your family for dinner and gift exchange. and when it came time for your daughters to open their gifts from their grandparents, you and ben were more than thrilled to see the girls squeal in excitement as they ripped wrapping paper from barbie boxes and toy tool sets. they ran up to their grandparents and hugged them tightly, then went off to play before it was time to set out the cookies and milk.

“so, will santa be dropping by the house tonight?” your father asked, and you nodded with a smile.

“mhm, he sure will be. we have the sweetest little angels in the world. it would be a crime to skip them,” you replied, and ben nodded with a little smile.

what you didn’t know was that he had gone out of his way to purchase a santa costume. it had been tucked away in your shared walk in closet for about a month, and he knew that it would not only make you laugh, but it might thrill the girls to possibly catch a glimpse at the jolly man in red.

“well, it’s getting late, and the girls should be getting to bed before he gets here,” your mother said.

“right you are. don’t need any mishaps tonight. audrey! quinn! grandma and grandpa are heading out, so come say good night!”

audrey and quinn came rushing out of their bedroom and hugged their grandparents good night, then waved goodbye as their left your home. then, ben crouched down, and he set a hand on their shoulders.

“all right, you two ready to set out milk and cookies for the big guy?” he asked, and you saw their eyes light up.

“yes, daddy!” they said, and with a smile, you led them into the kitchen, pulling out the special plate and bowl you used to leave the treats out.

“looks like we’ve got some veggies for the reindeer, too,” ben said, pulling a bag of baby carrots from the fridge. the girls laughed, and they cheerfully began to arrange the cookies on the plate in the order they thought santa would be most likely to eat them, and then you set some carrots into the reindeer shaped bowl. you helped quinn pour a glass of milk, and then it was time for bed.

the girls settled in, and you read them your father’s old pop-up version of the night before christmas, just like he did with you. ben sat between their beds, making sure they each had a teddy bear tucked in with them, then you both kissed them goodnight before turning off their lamp. audrey and quinn smiled as they shut their eyes. they were worn out from an exciting day, and it wasn’t long before they were both fast asleep. you went down into the kitchen to wash the dished from dinner while ben disappeared upstairs, and you paid it no mind. you could hear the rustling to wrapping paper from behind you, and you figured he was just bringing down the gifts you had wrapped a few nights ago, so you felt no need to turn around to check. but you did have to turn to set the plates aside to dry, and when you did, you saw a brief flash of red. puzzled, you turned off the sink and crept towards the stairs, slowly making your way down them and into your family room, where you christmas tree was light with colorful lights. and there, you saw your husband, dressed in a santa costume, setting the neatly wrapped presents around the tree.

“oh. my. god,” you whispered, your hand going to cover your mouth. he chuckled, then stood and turned to look at you, his hands on his hips.

“nice costume, right?” he asked, and you began to laugh, walking over with a smile.

“it’s perfect. you’re too funny,” you said, reaching to play with the puff on the end of his hat.

“that’s not all. take a look…” he moved one hand over you, and you looked up to find a bit of mistletoe in his hand. you laughed again, then looked back at him, shaking your head.

“what am i gonna do with you?” you asked, and he wrapped his free arm around your waist.

“gimme a kiss, because those are the rules,” he murmured. he leaned down, and you met him halfway, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. the glow from the tree illuminated you both, and it felt like the most romantic moment you could have shared. until, that is, two tiny gasps pulled you apart.

“quinn! look! mommy’s kissing santa claus!” audrey squealed.

“girls! you need to get back to bed!” you said quickly, pulling away from ben to usher them back upstairs. they were giggling as they jumped back into their beds, and you pinched the bridge of your nose. of course, this was going to be the first christmas they truly remembered. how could it not be?

you went back downstairs and joined ben by the tree once more, and he was busy trying to stifle his laughter.

“very funny, benjamin,” you said, and he again wrapped his arm around your waist.

“if nothing else, this will be a holiday to remember. the time our daughters thought you were making out with a fat guy in a red suit with a white beard,” he said, and you snorted.

“great. what fond memories. guess we’ll have some questions to answer in the morning,” you murmured, and he kissed your forehead.

“if they aren’t distracted by the shiny new toys, sure.”

“... let’s hope they’re easily influenced.”

[soobpricity]

santa doesn’t know you like i do - choi yeonjun

established relationship, fake friends, cussing, highly inspired by sabrina carpenter’s “santa doesn’t know you like i do”

synopsis : yeonjun is 100% sure that santa doesn’t know you nearly as well as he does, when yeonjun would be oh so willing to give you everything that you want, whereas santa would not.

“sighh…” yeonjun speaks up, a rather large pout sitting on his face. he was still dressed up in his christmas pajamas with a green robe over his pajamas. he laid down on your couch, holding his hands out to you.

“what’s wrong jun..”

“well.. you told santa that your wish is to spend today with your friends, right ?” he asks, knowing the reply that you were going to give, he was there when you met the santa claus that sat in the mall.

“yeah it is.. why ?” you laid down next to yeonjun. as he wrapped his arms around you. pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“well… it’s just that santa doesn’t really know what you want. he doesn’t know you nearly as well as i do. i know you don’t really want that, yn. not after the things that they’ve done.”

“well shit, yeonjun.. you really need to stop reading me like i’m an open book. i don’t want you to worry because of me..” you admitted, only confirming yeonjun’s words, as he looked at you. seeing that you were also still in your pajamas. you matched so well with him. as he wore a red set of flannel pajamas with his green robe, whereas you wore the opposite. a green set of flannel pajamas with a red robe that kept you warm and satisfied.

“i’m your boyfriend, yn.. if anything i’d be worried if i couldn’t read you so easily. you shouldn’t have to hesitate about talking things out with me, yn… i want to be by your side. i want to protect you from all the damn cursed things in this cruel world..” he paused, closing his eyes while gently caressing your cheek. “are you really going to leave me all alone ? on christmas ?”

“jun.. you know i have to go, do you wanna come with me.” you asked, raising your eyebrow as you held onto his green robe. the soft fabric in between your fingers.

“so i can be there to kiss all of your tears away like i typically do when you hang out with those people ?” he questioned in a sarcastic tone, letting out a scoff. a small tsk at the end of his sentence.

you looked at him in the eye, although his eyes were still closed shut. you took in the immense beauty of your boyfriend who lied down right across from you. you knew he was right, your heart still fluttered at the moments that he had dropped every single thing to go comfort you due to your terrible friends. typically people hesitated to even confront you, or they just turned a blind eye to your struggles. but not yeonjun. he was just different.

“can’t we just snuggle ? y’know… underneath the tree, by the fireplace. i’ll even make you those cookies that you love so so so much !!” yeonjun knew that you wouldn’t be able to decline his offer. not when he was offering his cookies, even though he had already planned on baking you his special cookies either way.

“can we make them together ? i can help you prepare everything.”

“i would love that, darling.” he charmed sending you a tiny smile that somehow managed to show his true loving emotions towards you. you get up from the couch, sticking out your hand to help yeonjun up. he takes your hand, his warm hand ignited your rather soft heart. as he got up, he put one of his arms around you, pulling you into him as the two of you progressed into the kitchen. his lips connecting to your cheek, a warm sensation sitting in your tummy.

“you look so pretty today, well.. you always do, but you’re just so radiant today.”

“thank you jjunnie, i could say the same thing about you, y’know ?” he smirked, happy to hear you return his words. between the two of you, it was easy to prepare everything. preparing the dough, balling up the dough into silly little shapes. yeonjun even made a crooked christmas tree which went well with your rather large snowman. you washed all the dishes as yeonjun dried them with a towel.

you put a gentle smile on your face, watching as yeonjun dried the last few dishes that were left. as he put a measuring spoon back to where it originally belonged. his eyes glazed over to you, noticing the lovely grin that you had plastered on your lips.

“something wrong, love ?” he raised his eyebrow, putting down the dish onto the counter. he watched as you innocently shook your head, nearly as if you hadn’t been staring at him for the past moment. he scoffed, putting his arms on each side of you, hands resting against the countertop.

“is something wrong, my jun ?” you teasingly questioned, releasing a small chuckle from your lips at the end of your sentence. your hands placed on his forearms.

“y’know santa won’t bring you someone who loves you more than i do.. right ?”

“you’re all i need, jun.” you placed a kiss on the tip of his nose. “you kiss my tears away, jun.. y’know how to make me laugh when i’m feeling lonely. you’ve been there for me.. through the good and bad. and i’ll be there for you too..”

he notices the way that your eyes begin to glisten, all of this has started out a bit playful, he didn’t want to make it feel to serious, but he also couldn’t help but make sure that you knew he was being genuine, and he couldn’t do that without seeming serious.

“yn.. i can.. and i will be the one who can give you everything that you want. just let me know what’s on your wishlist.” he spoke, a gentle tone visible in his voice. he offered you an enchanting smile, which you could only return.

“you.”

he released a chuckle, he put his arms around you. one of his hands on the back of your head, caressing the back of your head. your ear against his chest, hearing his heart quicken as he felt quite shy with you. at this point he should’ve been used to it.. but he wasn’t, there was no way he could’ve control the amount of adoration that he truly had for you.

“you’ve always had me.” he commentated, his chin resting on the top of your head. pulling away from the warm embrace, crouching down a bit to look at your face. he admired you, from your eyes to your nose, and to finish it off.. your lips.

he place a loving, sweet, and delightful kiss onto your lips. his hand gently coming up to rest on your chin, pulling you deeper into the kiss. euphoric feeling settled in your heart, to happy to be close to your lover.

he pulled away for a second, as you struggled to pull away from his addicting lips. however, you pulled away without yeonjun noticing your hesitation.

“y’know, you’ll always have me. i’ll pick up every time you call me.” he spoke, before returning to your lips.

©️soobpricity

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[multi-fandom-imagine]

Are they on the Naughty List? Or have they’ve been good all year?Well that’s for you to decide.

Start:November 12

End: December 31

«timeline»

◇ day 1-7: {Nov 12-18}

Day 1: Luis Sera - Ice Skating

Day 2: Carlos Oliveira - “I can’t believe you did that to Santa…”

Day3: Raiden - “I made you some hot cocoa.”

Day 4: Peter Parker - we were going to a Christmas party but fuck if you don’t just look sinful in red, and you know what? Fuck that Christmas party || Insomniac Peter ||

Day5:Goro Takemura- Dancing In The Snow

Day 6:Johhny Cage-Sucking on a Candy Cane

Day 7: Peter Quill- “are you really playing christmas music already? it’s barely november”

◇ day 8-14: {Nov 19-25}

Day 8:Gale Dekarios-Watching the snowfall from inside a cosy house

Day 9:Sam Drake-“Carmel apples, leaves falling down. What could better then November?” “I don’t know maybe fucking June?”

Day 10:Peter Parker -we got a little too carried away with the Christmas lights, and now suddenly my hands are bound with the lights and oh my god are we about to have sex? || Insomniac Peter ||

Day 11:Nathan Drake- it’s holiday dinner with your family, and oh Jesus where are your hands going?

Day 12:Peter Parker-“Do you need help hanging up the Christmas lights?” || MCU verse ||

Day 13: Peter Parker-“HAPPY NOVEMBER!” “No one wishes anyone a happy November.” “Well I just did.”|| MCU verse ||

Day 14:Tadashi Hamada-one lending the other their scarf to keep them warm.

◇ day 15-21 {Nov 26-Dec 2}

Day 15:Jacob Seed-Handing their S/O a positive pregnancy test with a sprig of holly and a note reading ‘Merry Christmas’

Day 16:Spencer Reid-Baking holiday cookies.

Day 17:Alejandro Vargas-Reader wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Day 18:Loki-A naughty sleigh ride || Exhibitionism sex ||

Day 19:Alex Casey-Build A snowman.

Day 20:Chris Redfield-“Let’s do something that puts us on the naughty list.”

Day 21:Mike Schmidt-Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

◇ day 22-28 {Dec 3 -9}

Day 22:Matt Murdock-I picked you for secret Santa but I wrapped the wrong box so now I’ve given you a very festive sex toy, and oh my god this is so embarrassing

Day 23:Halsin-“Breasts/thighs are my favorite part to nibble on.”

Day 24:Miguel O’Hara-“You know, tying the legs together keeps everything moist.”

Day 25:Ethan Winters-Christmas Morning.

Day 26: Johnny ‘Soap’ McTavish-Hanging Stockings.

Day 27:Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley-“The turkey’s not the only thing getting stuffed today.”

Day 28:Modern!Mizu-“Save some of that whipped cream for later.”*soon*

◇ day 29- 35 {Dec 10-16}

Day 29:Bigby Wolf-“You look even more beautiful covered in snow.”

Day 30:Harry Osborn-Christmas shenanigans under the tree, if you know what I mean

Day 31:Ethan Winters-“I’ll be content if you are the one stuffing my stocking.”

Day 32:Mike Schmidt-“Go on, open it.”

Day 33:Wyll Ravengard-“Did you decorate the tree without me? I can’t believe this!”

Day 34: Bruno Madrigal-Kiss Me Under The Mistletoe.

Day 35:Jordan Li-“Excuse me—where is my Christmas kiss?”

◇ day 36-42 {Dec 17-23}

Day 36:Mike Schmidt-"Why are there so many mistletoe?"

Day 37:Gojo“I’d like to be one of the unhealthy things you put inside your body this weekend.”*Soon*

Day 38:Luis Sera-“Alright, mister. I know you’re the one who keeps hanging up mistletoe everywhere."

Day 39:Chris Redfield-“Thanksgiving is for giving thanks” “And for body slamming each other during the family football match!”

Day 40:Aaron Hotchner-The scent of real Christmas trees

Day 41: Derek Morgan -“I’m going to have you stuffed better than the turkey by the end of the night.”

Day 42:Victor "Sully" Sullivan-“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m good at glazing.”

◇ day 43-50 {Dec 24-31}

Day 43:Leon S. Kennedy-Cabin Sex { Christmas Eve sex }

Day 44: Billy Butcher-“Merry Christmas, motherfuckers!”

Day 45: Bucky Barnes-“Did you spike the eggnog again?”

Day 46: Spencer Ried-“Will you make a gingerbread house with me?”

Day 47: Clint Barton- “It’s Snowing”

Day 48: Joel-Peppermint-flavoured everything

Day 49:Mizu-Snow/temperature play

Day 50:Johnny Cage-“It’s time for hand turkey’s everyone.” “FUCK YES YES!”

[nyukyusnz]

after christmas with nct dream! <3

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mark lee - singing your last christmas songs together

during christmas and even before so, you and mark were always singing christmas themed songs during december cause it was the holidays! how could you not? at the end of christmas day, you two listened to your christmas playlist for the last time. "we have to do this again next year." he laughed, it was very joyful, you couldn't lie. "definitely will." you smiled back, you planned on it for next year and every time year after that.

huang renjun - taking down decorations

one of the saddening parts of the end of christmas would be taking down the decorations :(( the pretty ornaments coming down off the tree along with the tree itself is so depressing <//3. "i cant reach the star." "youre too short for this stay at the bottom of the tree, elf." renjun mocked you, it wasn't your fault the tree was like 8 feet tall and he picked it out?! you still couldnt reach with the help of a ladder but that's okay cause youll make renjun do it <3 same as for the hanging lights and paper decorations. you think youll stick to the lower levels when it comes to this.

lee jeno - putting away christmas clothes

we all know about matching ugly sweaters and so and so, so you offered to do that with the rest of the dreamies and they were all glad to! but after christmas day, you and jeno spent time together washing the sweaters from the messes you'd made throughout the day and neatly putting them away. "give me that hanger." he asked as you handed it to him, making sure all the other sweaters were dry. "this one's still damp..." you felt across the sleeves of the woven yarn, noticing it hadn't fully dried. "it's fine it'll air dry." jeno said, taking the sweater from you and hanging it with the others.

lee donghyuck - building a specific christmas snow man

it was dark out, and you were walking home with haechan from a christmas party. the snow was so pretty under the street lights, you stopped for a moment and kneeled down to draw a heart in the snow just in front of your house before speaking up, "hyuck, can we make another snowman for christmas?" you slipped off your scarf ready to tug it around the head as haechan had already started at the lower body immediately after you said so. he huffed as he set the head on top of the other two parts of the body and you finally settled your scarf around it. you grabbed spare christmas lights you saved for this and set the stones on its face alone with a top hat. "amazing." haechan smiled as you two posed for a photo with it.

na jaemin - eating the rest of the christmas cookies

"why did you make him dead?" jaemin questioned having finally recognized the x's you'd drawn as the eyes of one of the snowmen with it's tongue hanging out. "because we're gonna eat him regardless, i put him out of his misery the moment he was born." you stated. he chuckled, mumbling something before sliding the head of the cookie into his mouth "see? and you killed MY cookie." "he was already dead!"

zhong chenle - cleaning gift paper and trash

after you'd made a complete mess and not realized it, you offered to clean with chenle. "at least the gifts were nice." you said with a handful of balled up wrapping paper from opening gifts. you half sighed and laughed, a little disappointed in the mess but you enjoyed cleaning at the same time. "we might as well clean the whole living room, huh?" you wished it wouldn't be as logical but it made sense... you and the boys basically turned it into a junkyard. you were all still little kids when it came to christmas.

park jisung - breaking and eating a gingerbread house

you and jisung stared at your creation that was honestly.... half failed. one side of the roof on the verge of slipping down but was held in place by the dry icing. you picked off one of the candies and popped it into your mouth, handing jisung a candy. "this house is such a disaster i don't even know if i wanna eat it." he hesitated. "just because it looks bad doesn't mean it tastes bad." you said, shoving m&m's into your mouth and taking off the roof that was already partially off. jisung sighed, tasting a part of the gingerbread. "its okay i guess."

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kyas note: sorry if the lengths are unfair i wanted to make them make sense🙏🏼🙏🏼 this is also for funsies like all of my writing but i do hope you have fun reading <3

[sleephyuns]

“Tired?” A voice rumbled up from her shoulder, whisking her away from the gates of dreamland.

“Nope, not at a…” she cut herself off with a betraying yawn, giving one last goodbye to the sleep she wouldn’t get quite yet.

There was still cleaning up to do, especially now. So, in hindsight, it might not have been the best time to have taken a mid-decorating sex break.

Besides the mess of their own bodies stuck together with sweat, Nayeon’s clothes were strewn about (how her cheap antler headband had stayed on after all that was beyond her), some forgotten ornaments were still scattered near the tree (including ones knocked off by their antics), and the dough that Nayeon had been planning to shape into little trees and bows was still sitting out on the counter.

There was a lot to deal with. Preferably before they were a sticky mess, but what was done was done.

Momo just looked so damn cute in her tacky little Christmas sweater. Even cuter fanning herself off from the warmth of the fire and her decorating efforts. Even cuter when Nayeon had simply suggested she take said tacky sweater off. And irresistible when she was shirtless and still decorating the tree in earnest.

How could she not jump her wife’s bones like that?

“Do you want to wash up and nap? I can try to handle the rest if you need me to.”

She finally looked down at Momo, seeing the way her wide, eager eyes sparkled in the glow of the room, prettier than any light she could ever hang on their tree. Absolutely breathtaking. “No, no, I couldn’t do that to you,” she pressed a kiss against Momo’s sweaty forehead, “I just need a minute.”

Her words were followed by an attempt to shift off of Momo’s lap, but her mind was much farther ahead than her body was. Almost immediately she was met with tired legs and an ache in her pussy. Deeper than any pilates session had ever made her feel.

Yeah, she wasn’t getting off Momo any time soon.

“Wow, you really tired me out,” she laughed, letting Momo press her slick bangs against her shoulder again.

“You tired yourself out. We could’ve picked a different position… ah- not that I didn’t enjoy it. I loved it-“

“I know, Momo, I know.”

Momo gave a sheepish smile, embarrassed at her overexplaination. Even then she looked beautiful in her shyness, fingers tapping against Nayeon’s thighs. The marks across her neck (from the makeout session that had even led to this) have bloomed darker, and part of Nayeon wished she could bend down to give her a few more.

But alas…

She shifted her hips again, testing the feel of Momo deep and still snug inside her, and was pleased with the little grunt she got in return.

She hadn’t felt that way in quite some time before this vacation. She’d missed it bad, and she could only hope Momo knew that. And even better, hoped that she wanted her just as much.

She had to let Momo know just how great she’d made her feel.

“What can I say?” Nayeon swiveled her hips again, “Sometimes that stocking stuffer of yours is just too much for me”

Perfect.

“I… Unnie. God, ew, never say that again.”

Momo moved to push Nayeon off, then thought better of it, settling for giving Nayeon what was probably the most disgusted look she could muster.

“What? As if you weren’t begging to come down my chimney a few minutes ago.”

“Unnie. I don’t know if you can feel that, but I’m actively getting soft right now.”

“Oh please, you just came like… 5 minutes ago. Of course you are.”

“Ok, but it’s faster this time.”

"Hmmm whatever,” Nayeon pouted.

A hush fell on them again, the crackling of the fire the loudest in the room. Despite being so put off but Nayeon’s jokes, Momo still held her close. For seconds, for minutes, however long it was. Even though they needed to clean up, and decorate some more and bake those cookies. Momo still held her. And…

That little liar.

“Getting soft, my ass.”

“Your ass is soft. That’s part of why I’m hard again.” Her hand slipped back from her thigh to palm at the a cheek. “It’s nice having you on my lap.”

Now Nayeon rolled her eyes, even though she had no right. “Aww but I thought my shitty puns were too annoying for you.”

“Maybe. But you’re sexy so it doesn’t matter.”

Momo usually liked to be bossed around a tad, but she had her selfish streaks. Like churning her hips up to test the waters of another round with Nayeon, barely moving yet still sending that delicious tingle up Nayeon’s spine.

She was cute, but Nayeon loved to tease.

“I should make those cookies,” she sighed, pressing a firm hand to Momo’s chest.

“Noooo, one more please. I promise I’ll laugh at all your puns.”

“…Deal.”

[youwerenevermeanttofeelalone]

Peppermint Bark | Tim Drake

✦ pairing — Tim Drake x female!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 800-ish

✦ request — Hi honey! For the Christmas fics, can I request something with Tim Drake? He has a crush on Y/N but is too shy to confess. Y/N’s at her aunts house and Tim goes to wish her a Happy Holydays and they end up under the mistletoe

✦ warnings — mentions of food (candies, mostly), kissing, fluff.

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You made your way to the front door with more annoyance than you should have been feeling while making holiday candy.

Making candies and baking cookies with your aunt was the highlight of the holiday season for you. She liked giving goodies away to neighbors and friends.

She miscalculated this year, though, and had to make a quick run to the grocery store which left you watching a cake in the oven —for cake pops— and having to clean up all the mess.

You even started with the first batch of peppermint bark!

So you opened the door mildly annoyed but immediately forgot about it when Tim Drake smiled at you.

“Tim!” You had expected a bothersome salesman or a package for your aunt. It wouldn't have been the first one of the latter that day.

Boy-ish as ever, he scratched the back of his head. “Almost thought no one was home.”

“Sorry, I— You wanna come in?”

He nodded. Before crossing the doorway, he handed you a box of chocolates wrapped in a floppy bow as though he had tied the bow himself. “You always liked these… Right?”

“Yes, I’ve always liked these,” you assured him.

Tim let out a relieved sigh, head lightly thrown back and shoulders dropping. Immediately, he perked up. Still, he didn’t come in. His eyes were fixed on the upper part of the door.

Worried a dangerous animal was creeping around your aunt’s garland, you looked up too. There was mistletoe on the doorframe. You didn’t know your aunt had bought mistletoe, much less knew she had hung it on the front door — was she trying to finally make a move on her new pretty neighbor?

You tried to say something, make this less awkward. The two of you must have looked like idiots blocking the entrance to your aunt’s house, looking up at the —now obvious to your nose— fresh mistletoe. Words abandoned you this time, and words rarely came out of Tim first so it was either you or the wind that would come up with anything.

The wind was slow this time. You wished it hadn’t. The only thing you could say was, “Oh, mistletoe.”

As if he hadn’t seen it first.

Making matters worse, Tim stammered, “We, we don’t have to…”

You panicked. You really wanted to. Honestly, you had been waiting months for him to make the first move and it was painfully clear he wouldn’t if you didn’t give him a nudge. So you forced words to come out, “It's tradition, isn't it?”

His gaze fell on you. His cheeks turned pink as he processed your words, but seemingly in the same state of mind as you, he nodded. “Yeah. Some traditions need to be kept, of course.”

You giddily smiled before you could stop yourself from looking too eager. It was all the encouragement he needed.

Tim cupped your cheeks in both hands, cradling your face as he brushed his lips against yours. Something stirred within you, and although conscious that it was supposed to be a small peck, you once again took the role of the bold one and pressed your lips more firmly against his. He welcomed them.

You rested your free hand on his arm, holding the chocolates in the other one, and felt his nose nudge yours in an attempt to kiss you better. Leave it to him to know how you liked to be kissed after a few seconds of contact.

Before any of your aunt’s neighbors saw, or complained about the two idiots kissing on a doorway in the middle of the afternoon, you parted. “Uhm, I need to check the cake,” you blurted, just now remembering the oven was on.

“You’re baking?”

“We’re making candy and all that stuff. Come, I’ll give you some peppermint bark and truffles.”

Tim followed you inside, taking in all the decorations your aunt put up. The tree was huge, with ornaments of different sizes in red, green, and gold — small teddy bears in flannels covered the spaces between spheres and handmade ornaments with the names of family members and friends. He smiled upon seeing the Christmas village on the coffee table and quickly reached the kitchen where you were already taking the cake pans out.

“Just in time?” he asked.

“Yeah. I’m getting the hang of this, I think.”

Tim watched your hands, almost entranced, as you prepared a box of candies for him. First, you laid the paper, then carefully placed the candy in stacks. You added a couple of the test cookies you had made just for good measure.

You tied a bow on the closed box and handed it to him. “Here. I hope you like them.”

“I…” He laughed. “Would you like to get coffee sometime? One day you’re not making candy, I guess…”

“I thought you would never ask.”

He finally took the box in his hands. His eyes twinkled as he asked, “Is that a yes?”

“Yes, Tim. I would love to.”

[runnning-outof-time]

Better Than Last Year | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: no - part of my Countdown to Christmas Event

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: In which Tommy, (Y/N) and their children spend Christmas Eve at Arrow House the year after the vendetta is finished.

Warnings: slight mentions of season 4, episode 1

Word Count: 1235

A/N: Happy Christmas Eve if you celebrate!! We’ve only got one more story left after this one. I hope y’all have been enjoying these stories. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

"Tommy?" (Y/N) called as she peeked her head past the door of his office.

"Yes?" he asked, his attention still focused on whatever he was writing.

"Are you coming down to join us?" she asked, tugging the edges of her house robe tighter around her body as she walked over to his desk.

"I will," he responded, his eyes still fixated on the paper.

(Y/N) waited on baited breath, watching Tommy for any sign of movement. "Now?" she asked after a few moments had passed and he was still sitting in his chair.

"I need to finish this up, then I'll be down," he told her, giving the specifics she wished he would have included in his previous response.

"Ok," she nodded her head, knowing that pushing back and trying to change his mind on this wouldn't do her any good. She left his office then, going downstairs to find her children.

"Mumma!" both of them exclaimed the second they saw her enter the front room. They were sitting on one of the couches, bright smiles on their faces.

"Is dad coming down, mum?" Charlie, the older of the two, asked as (Y/N) made her way over to where they were sitting.

"He's finishing up some work. He'll be down shortly," she answered him, hoping that the statement would ring true.

"Can we read while we wait?" Amelia asked, a book laid across her lap. (Y/N) didn't even need to look at it to know that it was 'The Night Before Christmas'...reading this book was a tradition on Christmas Eve - ever since Charlie was born.

"Of course," (Y/N) promptly agreed, "let me squeeze in here," she said then as the two children moved to either side to let her sit on the sofa. Amelia then handed her the book before tucking herself into her mother's side. (Y/N) made sure that Charlie was also comfortable before she opened the book. "The Night Before Christmas..." she started off, reading the title as she flicked through the pages.

Tommy found his way down to the front room several minutes later. He could hear (Y/N)'s voice coming from down the hall, and when he got to the front room's entryway, he noticed that she was sitting with the kids on the couch, reading a book. Instead of walking in, he leaned against the archway and listened to the story. He couldn't help but smile as Amelia and Charlie read the final line together: "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

"Dad!" Charlie was the first to catch a glimpse of his father, and the two children were bounding off of the couch and over to him as quickly as they could. "You've come down," he said as he stopped in front of him, his eyes twinkling.

"Course I did...wasn't gonna miss out on Christmas Eve," Tommy responded, ruffling his son's hair before he picked up his daughter and walked back over to where (Y/N) was sitting. "What have I missed out on so far?" he asked as he set Amelia down on the couch.

"Just the story. Frances said that the cookies for Santa are almost finished," Charlie filled him in, his excitement clearly evident.

Frances entered the room with a tray just as Charlie finished speaking. "I have the cookies for you, Mrs. Shelby," she announced, setting the tray down on one of the end tables.

"Thank you, Frances," (Y/N) smiled at her, watching as her two kids rushed over to the tray to get a better look at the cookies they'd be leaving out for Santa. "Charles, why don't you take the tray and put it on the table by the tree?" she suggested then, pointing to the table she was talking about so that he knew where to go. Charlie nodded his head and picked the tray up, carrying it over to the table with Amelia on his heels.

"It's ready, mum," he announced as he turned around with a smile.

"Can't forget Santa's whiskey," Tommy chimed in as he moved from the mantle to where the kids were with a glass in his hand. He said something like this every year, and every year, it served to raise giggles from the children.

"We all ready for Father Christmas now?" (Y/N) asked, a smile on her face as she heard her children's laughter.

"Yep!" Charlie answered, his smile wide. Amelia nodded right along with him. Their excitement was contagious, and it made (Y/N) feel giddy about what tomorrow would bring.

"It's getting late, you two should start getting ready for bed," (Y/N) suggested once the cookie situation was squared away. Charlie and Amelia both nodded at their mother's words, and they gave hugs to both of their parents before they made their way over to where Frances was still standing.

Amelia stopped before she could leave the room though. "We're not going to have to go to daddy's home again, are we?" she asked, her voice soft, almost like she was worried about the answer. Hearing her concern tugged at (Y/N)'s heart strings, and memories of last year's Christmas Eve were promptly called to mind.

Thankfully Tommy was ready with the response, "no, love. We're staying here this year," he assured her, a soft smile on his face. Amelia smiled at her father’s response and rushed over to hug him. He noticed this and made sure to squat down so that she could fall into his arms. “Merry Christmas, love. Good night,” he said to her as she stepped out of the embrace.

The kids left the room then, and (Y/N) and Tommy watched for the coast to be clear before Tommy grabbed the whiskey from the tray - which he also did every year - and made his way to the couch (Y/N) was on.

“Everything ok?” she asked him as he sat on the open cushion next to her.

“Yeah,” he responded with a nod as he tipped his head back against the couch.

“Nothing out of the ordinary going on? Everyone’s accounted for in the house?” she asked more questions, wanting to make sure all of the bases were covered.

“Yes, love,” Tommy emphasized his words, turning to look at her before he continued, “everything’s ok. We’re safe and nothing’s going to happen. I promise you that,” he spoke with seriousness, his eyes locked onto hers the entire time.

A smile formed on (Y/N)’s face as she heard his words. She couldn’t deny that she still had a pit in her stomach and was worried about what could happen. Last year’s events were still too fresh in her mind for her to forget about them completely. But Tommy’s words were sincere, and she felt a great sense of safety just from hearing them. Things would definitely be better than last year.

She said nothing as she moved over to where Tommy was sitting. She tucked her face into the crook of his neck and draped her arm over his torso so that she could hug onto him. “Merry Christmas, Tommy,” she whispered as she looked at the tree.

“Merry Christmas, (Y/N),” he echoed her statement, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as they both basked in the reverie that had been created.

Better than last year, indeed.

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Countdown to Christmas MASTERLIST

[theteabush]

Cookies|Adam Stanheight x fem!reader

Warnings:Adam not having a great past

Genre: romance

Summary: Christmas with his roommate turned out to be the night of their first kiss

A/N: SINCE CHRISTMAS IS COMING I THOUGHT ABOUT MAKING A FANFIC WITH ADAM ABOUT THIS. But I also have an announcement. If you want to change the storyline of this story, I made a Character.AI bot with him! Enjoy!! And by the way, I used "make your choice" line from Jigsaw's tapes to incorporate Saw in this story. Ugh this is so bad 😭 im sorry

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A shared apartment with cheap utilities and expensive rent. Water sometimes running cold, the power sometimes going off, leaving both Adam and his roommate in complete darkness. Tonight was different. They were both hanging Christmas lights up, up on the wall and sorts of decorations on the ceiling, and around the house. A cold December night was coming upon them, but they wanted to feel the Christmas mood even in this shithole place.

"I think we did good. It screams 'broke people'"

Adam's voice was faintly soft, ragged almost,like he's been having a sore throat for a few days without any treatment. But he didn't. He was just tired and out of breath after spending half of his day thinking about how to rearrange their apartment and another half of day actually doing so. Of course, with the help of Y/N, who had more vision about designing.

"I think we did great actually! And on time, too. Before Christmas Eve is a new record in my book"

Their house was lit with the basic green and red pigments, blue and yellow and sometimes even orange mixing through the other hanged wires on their walls. Some cotton scattered around the living room, imitating snow, because they couldn't afford any fake snow supplies and a small, flowerpot-sized tree resting on top of the coffee table.

The TV was broadcasting 'Home Alone' in the background at a low volume enough to catch their awareness from time to time and lose their attention at the scenes while embracing the Christmas spirit with their home, and end up yelling at each other for misplacing the socks or almost burning the place down after using a lighter to wake up old, half melted candles.

"Where's the snow globe?"

Y/N asked, moving her head left and right looking for the one thing she still holds dear from her family. It was special, in her own way. Although she owned a few more in her parent's house, this was the only one she took from there in case she won't make it until Christmas to their house.

Y/N would often spend Christmas with her family,but after she moved in, for being 'independent', there were days when phone calls and text messages were less and less due to busy days and lack of time. And she called before Christmas, asked if they want to spend Christmas with her, but this time Y/N's family decided on a trip to other relatives. Y/N declined the offer, and assured that she's going to spend Christmas in her apartment with her dear roommate, Adam.

"It's in the box. We still have a few lights in there, too. And a mistletoe. Where do I put those?"

Adam, on the other hand, did not communicate with his family that much. Barely any messages, calls almost none at all. Their relationship was different from Y/N and her parents. After the age of 20,he tried to make a living on his own, running away from so called 'family' that was not so kind to him in his childhood years. He ran away from every single problem, and never looked back. And even after so much time, there's still a hole in his chest, wishing he could fix everything with his relatives and go back in his mother's arms for one more hug. His flip phone would get voice mails from his brother as well, but he cut off any contact with them whatsoever. Never replied back, but always listened to them.

"I'll take care of them. Can you check the cookies?"

Y/N says, grabbing the snow globe and mistletoe, stealing a look for a few seconds at Adam. He gave her a quick nod, muffling a 'mhm' and went straight to the kitchen. The smell of fresh baked cookies flooded his lungs, almost as intoxicating as the smell of cigarettes he was smoking from time to time.

The little kid in him was inpatient to taste those goodies that him and Y/N prepared through the midday just to have something to snack on during the nights of December. A plate was already filled with the baked dough, but they were still cooling down, so Adam couldn't put his hands on them even if he wanted to. Which, surely, he would've if he could.

Both Adam and Y/N were surprised to learn that they had enough money for ingredients, but they weren't complaining. It was heartwarming, even.

"I think they're almost done"

He says from the kitchen, making Y/N's ears twitch at the thought of another plate full of chocolate chip cookies that they will munch on later in the evening.

"Hold on a second!"

She replies, struggling to keep the mistletoe straight.

Y/N was a very bad hider of secrets, especially secret feelings for a person, but she was certain that Adam had absolutely zero idea of her liking the way his hair sat on his forehead, or how his voice was cutting her breath whenever he was around. She was certain, because Adam wasn't the smartest being either. Sure,he was smart, but romance was never his thing. That's why most of his relationships failed. He had a hard time controlling his anger.

So he found himself alone, in a silent apartment, taking pictures of strangers and living off of his client's money. That until Y/N showed up and helped him with rent and loneliness. Especially loneliness. Now the empty fridge was somehow not so empty whenever his money ran out. Nor the sad living room that was now filled with laughter most of the times of the day. He had someone to complain about broken tapes and rude customers and someone who actually listened while he did so.

So, as much as an anger issued person he was, someone found good in him and was there for him. And vice versa, of course.

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"Man, these cookies? They're the best. I never tasted such sugary treats before. The ones from the supermarket are shit"

Both of them laughed at Adam's statement, which wasn't false at all. Supermarket cookies were tasteless and most likely out of date too.

"I'm glad you like them. To be honest, I was skeptical about baking them. My mom taught me how to do so, but I failed almost all my attempts. Except once or twice when I actually got the recipe right"

"Nah, they're perfect. Soft and crunchy at the same time? And so much flavour. Mixed with warm milk is just the cherry on top, really"

Y/N giggled as she took another cookie and dipped it in her own mug of milk and swallowed the snack, happily. Her cheeks were now crimson red at Adam's compliments, but she chose to ignore it and continue the movie they were watching.

'Home Alone' was a classic, but almost too boring for them. It was cold too. The outside was covered in white snow, and the windows were now losing their purpose after being covered by tiny snowflakes that were constantly falling from the sky. Twilight was not helping either, and the street lights were now just shiny, smudged dots on the glass.

But It was cold. The heater wasn't exactly the best either,but the couch was cozy. So slowly, both of them found themselves shifting closer and closer to each other. It was like a magnetic experience going on.

"Where did you put the mistletoe?"

Adam asked, his gaze following Y/N's lips and eyes, right after. She turned around and faced him, then pointed at the gap between kitchen and living room. And there it was, a tiny mistletoe, hanging with the other shiny lights, waiting for its purpose to be met.

"Why? Do you want to kiss someone tonight?"

Y/N's joke caught Adam in full act. She continued to dip her cookies in milk after speaking those words, which forced Adam to fall in a small silence while rolling his eyes. He smiled, moving his eyes back to the movie and the food.

"Maybe. Maybe I had in plan to take it with me on a date tonight"

This time, Y/N felt her heart cracking at his words. He never mentioned anything about a date, and was sure that they would spend Christmas together... Like two broke rats in a cage,eating cookies until they're full and laugh at cliché scenes in Christmas movies.

"You're not going anywhere, Adam. Otherwise I'd know about this 'mysterious date'. You can't keep a darn secret"

The room fell into silence again. Adam was gripping onto the couch's material while anxiously chewing on his cookie, trying to decide whether he spills whatever he has to say, or stay silent like a coward. The candles were burning across the room, the sound of melting wax tickling Adam's ears and pressured him even more, while the Christmas lights were pulsing over his hands. He started feeling hot out of sudden.

'Make your choice' was silently pushing him in his mind.

"Or maybe...I wanted to kiss you"

He whispered, turning his head to Y/N and completely losing interest in the other two activities, such as eating or watching the movie. Y/N blinked at Adam as her heart starts booming in her chest. His eyes met hers and, somehow, Y/N felt herself floating.

"I'm so done with your jokes, Adam. They cause me a heart attack"

She answers, her side smile showing off in the corner of her lips. But Adam stayed serious, his eyes desperately searching for a place to rest, but instead they were roaming around Y/N's features. He was begging with his eyes for one kiss. He was pleading.

"Adam..."

That's when Y/N realises that he's serious about his words, and without a minute more, she closed her eyes and took his lips on hers. The sweet remainings from the cookies were tasting on their tongues, as well as the cigarette Adam smoked a while before he joined Y/N on the couch.

And even without a mistletoe, Adam's plan was coming true.

Because he fell in love with a girl that was never meant to mean anything in the first place, just a simple roommate that helped him with groceries and rent. But he fell in love hard. It was almost uncontrollable. And she did the same.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Hey my big me hehe.

Could you write Young!Tony, sunshine and the twins with the prompt “milk and cookies” (sweet and spicy bingo)

And the twins want to give Santa milk and cookies ans ask their parents if they can stay awake and in the living room to see Santa?

Thank you in advance hehe. 🩷🎃

Cookies for Santa

Pairing | Boyfriend!Dad!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Mom!Fem Reader

Word count | 1.6K

Summary | Your twins are very excited to be celebrating Christmas - but especially to see Santa. They're still too young to fully grasp the idea behind it, but you and Tony manage to come up with a plan to have Santa pay a little visit to your house, and the twins are very excited about finally seeing Santa bringing their presents.

Rating | General (G)

Warning(s) | Established relationship ~ Boyfriend/Girlfriend, use of nicknames ~ Sunshine, Love/My Love, Baby Boy, Baby Girl.

A/n | Thank you for this adorable request; it's the perfect timing, so I am thrilled to work on all this cuteness! It's fantastic to peek into their earlier life as parents; they melt my heart each time. I want to thank @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading and melting with me. This has to be one of my favorite pieces, and your reactions made it even better! 🩵

Events Masterlist | Milk & Cookies | @sweetspicybingo Masterlist | "I don't know what I would do without you" | @marvel-smash-bingo

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: Owner

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

This year will mark your third Christmas as a little family of four and the first Christmas in your new house. Last spring, you found a beautiful home during your work, ticking all the boxes you would need. It has room to expand your family, and it has been nearly six months since you moved here.

With Christmas fast approaching, the house has undergone a makeover, from a giant Christmas tree with presents under it to some artwork the twins have made and some bits of Christmas decor. It is starting to become a festive place already.

But now that Christmas is only a week away, you notice that your twins, Hudson and Orion, are getting impatient for Santa to visit the house.

''Mommy? Is Santa coming?'' your son Hudson asks as you're cuddling with him on the couch while Tony is bathing your daughter Orion.

''He won't be coming for another week, Baby Boy, just a little more patience,'' you tell him before giving him a small peck on his head, and he settles into your hold with a small sigh. You feel the butterflies soaring through your stomach as you look at your little miracle baby in your arms. How someone so small can be so adorable will never cease to amaze you, and you enjoy every minute of it while you still can.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Orion asks Tony the same question as he's drying her off, just done with her bath.

''Daddy? Will Santa come?'' she asks as she looks up at him with her big eyes, giving her a charming look that makes everyone who sees it melt over her. She has everyone wrapped around her little finger once she bats those doe-like eyes a few times.

''In a week, he will, Baby Girl. And when he does, you and your brother will get all the presents you could ever wish for!'' he tells her excitedly, and she cheers happily before Tony ruffles her curls with the towel to dry them off.

''Can we give milk and cookies to Santa?'' she then asks, and Tony nods.

''Of course, we can, and you can both make a drawing for Santa too for him to take as a thank you for bringing you presents,'' he offers, which makes her nod in excitement, too.

Not long after, she's dressed in a night pull-up and cozy pajamas, ready for one more bottle of warm milk before bed. The milk is made within minutes, and not long after, Tony lets himself and Orion plop onto the couch next to where you and Hudson were already cuddling.

''Here you go, Baby Boy,'' Tony says as he hands Hudson his dark blue bottle with the warm milk, and Orion has her purple one, too, before you turn to Tony to give him a peck on his lips.

''I don't know what I would do without you, My Love," you say as you let yourself melt against him, enjoying his warmth as you put on a cartoon for the kids to enjoy. With a slight smile, you listen to the kids babbling and drinking, just living in the moment.

''Let's hope we won't ever find out, Sunshine,'' Tony whispers against your loose curls, and after a soft kiss, he interlaces his fingers with yours, and all four of you cuddle like that until the bottles are empty and it's time to go to bed.

Over the next week to Christmas, you and Tony have been thinking long and hard about getting Santa to visit them because the twins would love to meet him. With only two days left, you suddenly get an idea and need to bring in some outside help for it.

Christmas Eve has officially arrived, and you just ate dinner, but now it's time to prepare everything for Santa's visit. You are all wearing matching Christmas onesies as you prepare the cookies and milk for Santa to eat and drink when he comes over.

''Here Mommy!'' Orion says enthusiastically as she brings over the box of chocolate chip cookies you baked earlier that day with the twins - well, they sprinkled in too many chocolate chips. At the same time, you did the rest, but it was a team effort either way.

''Oh, thank you, Baby Girl!'' you tell her as you get them from her, and you instruct her to get Hudson so they can both bring the cookies to the fireplace where Tony is setting the last things up.

You put three cookies on a plastic plate and hand the plate to Hudson and Orion, who carefully bring it to your boyfriend, who's patiently waiting for them, filming the entire time as they walk in, both holding the plate with two hands.

''Here, Daddy, Santa's cookies!'' Hudson says, and after careful instructions on where to put the cookies, you walk in with a cup of milk, and then all you need to do is wait for Santa to come by. You told the kids Santa won't fit through the chimney, so he will be coming through the front door instead, making it easier for you and Tony later on.

''Shall we watch a Christmas movie until Santa visits us?'' you ask, and the twins climb onto the couch, and you and Tony find your usual places before the twins find their places in your laps.

Orion is snuggled up against you today, and Hudson is happily cuddling with Tony as you put on a kid's Christmas movie. After about 30 minutes, the doorbell suddenly rings, announcing Santa's arrival. They both jump off your laps to run to the door, and you follow them while Tony stays behind to film the entire interaction in the living room.

''Santa!'' they scream in unison as the door swings open, and he's standing there with a bag of presents. Both twins wrapped themselves around his leg, and you didn't miss the wink he sent your way, which made you smile widely.

''Well, well, well! Have you two been good this year?'' he asks in a deep voice, and they happily cheer that they have been very good before you lead him to the living room, where the twins have already found their seats in front of the fireplace, ready for Santa to eat their cookies and drink the milk.

''You can sit in the big armchair, Santa; Hudson and Orion decorated it just for you,'' Tony says as he shows off the big chair, which has Christmas wrapping paper taped to it in big chunks, and he sits down with a loud huff.

After he sat down, the twins babbled happily away about everything and nothing, and Santa listened carefully to every last word they had to tell him, all while eating the cookies and drinking the milk. Not long after, they're both sitting on one of his legs as they each get a turn to ask what they want most for Christmas.

''So, Hudson, what would a big boy like yourself like to get for Christmas?'' he asks, and Hudson tells him that he wants new coloring pencils because he is sure that Orion broke them, even though it was, in fact, him who accidentally sat on them.

''And what about you, Orion? What would a big girl like you like to get for Christmas?'' he asks her, and without a shadow of a doubt, she tells him she wants a little brother or sister for Christmas.

You and Tony quickly look at one another with a look of surprise as a bit of blush spreads over both your cheeks. You have thought about expanding the family - you moved into a bigger house because of that, but it's not something you've been actively working towards right now.

''Well, maybe you should continue being a good sister to Hudson for a few more years, and eventually, you will have a little brother or sister; how does that sound?'' he asks her, and she nods in agreement. Then she asks him for a doll instead, which he can gift her this time around.

''There is time for me to visit more homes! I have many more children to bring presents, but I hope you will enjoy the ones I will leave here for you,'' he tells them before they climb off his lap, ready to wave goodbye.

''Thank you, Santa,'' the twins say in unison before he walks out the door, and before you walk into the living room, you decide to text ''Santa'', or Howard, more specifically.

''Thank you for making their Christmas unforgettable. I owe you.''

And with that, you run back into the living room to find the twins on Tony's lap as they're both telling him everything as if he didn't just witness every second of it. You stay in the door's opening as you lean against it, looking at the three biggest loves of your life.

Tony looks at you and gives you a wink before you walk over, too, and you join the big cuddle fest. The rest of the evening flies by in the blink of an eye, and before you know it, you are enjoying your third Christmas morning with your kids and your boyfriend.

''I can't wait to spend many more Christmases with you by my side, Sunshine,'' Tony tells you as he pulls you between his legs and sits on the floor, his back against the couch. The twins are ripping open their presents, and Tony attacks your neck with soft kisses as you giggle in response.

''Who knows, maybe we'll be celebrating Christmas with five of us in no time,'' you tease Tony, and you would both like that. Your family is already impressive, but one more little one would complete it, and you can't wait for that day to finally arrive.

''Who knows...'' he whispers, and with that, you both enjoy Christmas as a family and even for just a few hours, you can forget about everything going on outside as you're wrapped in the bubble of your family. You've never enjoyed a Christmas more than you are this year.

[l0serloki]

Christmas Joy

Christmas Time HCs

(Chamber, Cypher, Fade, Reyna)

A/N : MERRY CRISIS

CW : Christmas?, Eating (Reyna), kissing/hinted innuendos, GN!Reader

Chamber : 

He’s going to get you a bunch of gifts!!

I feel like he’s not the type of guy to decorate as much but he’ll get a tree. If you want to decorate he will buy you whatever you wish!

He DOES have the money but I feel that he’s more of a thoughtful gift-giver. Expect trinkets and stuff that reminds him of you! And OF COURSE, a gun! He made it to match with his!

Overall, it’s going to be a pretty chill christmas. He lets you call the shots and lounges with a huge grin on his face. He loves seeing you so happy :)

“Open your gifts, mon chou. I want to see how you like them.” Chamber waved you off the couch to sit next to the tree. Your hands wandered along the precisely wrapped gifts, giving him a warm smile. 

“You didn’t have to get me all of this! You’re too kind, Vin.” 

The two of you sat for quite a while, going through gifts and giving eachother small kisses. You had expected a different outcome than the thought out gifts. This was your first Christmas with Vincent after all! He had seemed more the type of guy to go expensive but, boy were you wrong. Your heart swelled at the thought of him caring for you, turning to kiss his soft cheek.

“Merry Christmas. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Cypher : 

MAN.

He makes little christmas lights out of his old camera parts. The whole bedroom looks like it was straight out of Wall-E.

“Baby it’s very uhh.. Festive!” “Yes, I know. I am too good.” (Smack that sarcastic bastard)

He gets you two a bunch of ‘christmassy’ teas to try as well. Gotta stay warm!

The presents are really sweet as well! He makes you some homemade tech to always have your back! As he said, “I need you to always be safe. Even when my eyes are down, my love.”

Give this man some love and that’s all he could ask for as a gift!

“I-What is this?” Your eyes raised as you walked into your shared bedroom. Old green and red lights on wrapped wire littered the ceiling, looking straight out of Cypher’s dump bin.

“It’s lights! You told me you wanted the room to be festive.” Cypher shrugged in response, continuing to type away at his keyboard.

As much as the lights were ugly, you had to praise him for the effort. 

“Wow. How.. Festive. Great job, love.” You leaned down to kiss his temple, holding in a chortle. Your boyfriend was something else.

Fade : 

I just imagine her getting you two matching sweaters! (She got Omen to knit them)

Much like Cypher, I feel that she’s a huge fan of warm drinks. She makes hot cocoa and tea! Whatever you wish for is her command :^)

Definitely over decorates the tree and makes cookies! “If Santa won’t eat them then we will!”

Lots of cuddling in blankets and hugs. She craves your attention! (She is very touch deprived, indulge her <3)

She gets you some new clothes & hobby items! She has a keen eye to stuff you like/need.

“Baby, you’re gonna suffocate me!” You squeaked out as Fade’s arms tightened around you. The air was frosty and the two of you laid in bed cuddling.

“No no, don’t be dramatic! You love it.” She graced your face with light kisses, small laughs leaving her mouth in the process. You could only grin at the sight of her so happy, glad to be such a source of joy for her.

“Yeah, whatever you say.” You leaned in, meeting her lips. She separated quickly, face red.

“A little warning would be nice! Whatever.. I guess it is Christmas. That’s your gift though.” She narrowed her eyes in mock sarcasm as the two of you just laughed. This would be a Christmas to remember.

Reyna : 

PLEASE.

She sets up mistletoe everywhere. Like you can’t take a step without seeing her smug grin. “Oh my.. I think you owe me a kiss.” “Rey, please. I’ve given you ten. I need to get a drink!”

She cooks a LOT on Christmas day. I feel like she loves the feeling of you being full & happy with everything. Good food and presence makes the best day!

“I don’t need gifts. You didn’t have to spend this money on me!” She tries to deny them but it fills her heart with joy. She’s honored that you got her such thoughtful gifts <3

She got you a lot of items for missions & some.. ‘Other’ items. “It’s a joke! Or was it..”

“This is so good, babe! You should make this more often.” You praised your girlfriend, digging into the food. Reyna only hummed, smiling at your hunger. 

“I am glad you like it. There is enough for a few days. We will have to open presents after you are done.” The woman rubbed at your back, setting down a drink for you. You hadn’t expected such a huge meal for Christmas morning but Reyna did not disappoint. The food was delicious and the two of you enjoyed eachothers presence. 

After you two had finished eating, Reyna’s arms circled around you. 

“Come, let’s go open gifts. I want you to see what I got you.” Her voice was laced with a dangerous note, sending electric shocks down your body. Soft lips brushed your jawline as the woman pulled you into the living room.

“Should I be scared?” You asked.

The only response you got was another kiss and a maniacal laugh.

Yeah, you should be scared.

[lilacliquors]

pairing: miguel o'hara x reader

word count: 1053

notes: on the ninth day of ficmas, lilacliquors gave to me ... a miguel o'hara who's happy with a family! (and ik santa baby is more of a sexual song but the title is a huge hint for this one!!)

and on a side note, sorry this one is so late and that tomorrow's will be, too. i unfortunately had to make some changes to today's that made it easier to write, and bc of that, i won't be writing day 10 in advance. but days 11 and 12 will be queued like the others had been!

it was miguel’s favorite time of the year, and everybody knew it. the holidays just filled him with a sense of happiness he thought he’d never get to experience again, but with multiversal issues at an all time low, and a more structured version of the spider society to help him out with them, he had all the more time to spend with you and your family. and that meant he got to join in on all of the holiday cheer your daughter wanted him to partake in.

and this year, she wanted to go all out. there was gingerbread house making one night, cookie baking the next, decorating the tree following that. she wanted christmas music to play all the time, so your radio was always on, and you had never seen a happier little girl. and miguel was more than happy to indulge her every wish. he found himself covered in icing when you made the gingerbread house, and he may or may not have snatched a gumdrop or two. when you made cookies, he was the one to find his nice black shirt coated in flour, and he laughed more than you thought he would have. and when it came time to decorate the tree, gabriella was in his arms, setting the star on the top branch, beaming with pride. everything was perfect this holiday season, but the biggest surprise was waiting for your family on christmas morning.

you and miguel were snuggled up in bed, his arm tight around you and his warmth keeping you cozy during the cold december morning. you were still fast asleep, your chest rising and falling evenly while the snow falling outside seemed to shush the world. it wasn’t until your daughter came racing into the bedroom that the quiet was broken, but of course, you didn’t mind. she was a kid on christmas, and what better expression of joy was there?

“mamá, papá! wake up, santa came! he came!” she cried, climbing up onto your bed and sitting on miguel’s legs. he groaned and tried to roll over, but her weight kept him from moving.

“you’re lying, mija,” he teased, cracking one eye open.

“¡no soy! come on, come on! get up!” she laughed, and he scooped her into his arms, making her squeal and kick slightly.

“okay, okay. i suppose we can see if you’re telling the truth. just let me go make coffee for us, okay?” he asked, kissing her cheek.

“okay, i can be patient,” she said, and he set her down. she took off into the living room, and miguel looked down at you with a smile. “tried to buy you a bit more time,” he whispered, and you chuckled.

“mhm, i could tell. was that my present from you this year?” you asked with a soft laugh.

“of course. only the best for you.” he kissed your forehead, then got up and grabbed your robe for you. you sat up and slipped it on, then put your slippers on and walked with him to the living room. as promised, miguel went to start a pot of coffee, all while you hugged your daughter and kissed her head.

“good morning, mija,” you whispered.

“good morning, mamá. merry christmas,” gabriella replied.

“merry christmas, indeed. oh, it already looks like someone made out like a bandit this year, hm?” you asked, smoothing down her hair.

“i tried to be extra good this year,” she said.

“you’re always a good kid, gabi,” miguel said, walking into the living room with two mugs of coffee. he handed you one, which you happily accepted, and you gave gabriella the go ahead to start opening some of her gifts.

the morning was full of surprised gasps and cheerful thank yous as she tore into her presents. you and miguel made sure not to go overboard and spoil her, but you couldn’t deny some of the asks on her list. but her excitement just made you feel that much better. of course, you and miguel opened gifts from one another, sharing a few thank you kisses as you did so. but things took a turn when gabriella noticed a small wrapped box behind the tree.

“oh, we missed one!” she pulled it out carefully and read the label. “it’s for papá!”

he took it from her outstretched hand and look a little puzzled, but you urged him to open it, smiling a bit. he glanced at you, a little suspicious, but he slowly pulled the paper off, revealing a white box. he lifted the lid, and he chuckled. inside was an ornament that had a spot for a family photo, and in pretty cursive engraving, it read ‘o’hara, family of four’ followed by the next year. as he read it, his eyes widened, and he quickly turned his head to you.

“does this … you’re … wait a minute …” he said, then a grin spread across his face, and laugh left his lips. he gently set the ornament down and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he began to tear up. you sniffled and returned the hug, rubbing his back as you smiled.

“papá? what was it?” gabriella asked, and he pulled away from you to look down at her.

“gabi, you … well, i’ll let your mother tell you,” he said, kissing your temple. she looked between the two of you, then tilted her head as you cleared your throat.

“gabi, you’re going to be a big sister. mommy’s gonna have another baby,” you said, and she gasped.

“you’re having a baby?!” she squealed, scrambling up from the floor to hurry over to you. “an actual, real baby?!”

“mhm, i am. and next christmas …” you pulled the ornament out of the box, “we’ll be a family of four.”

gabriella worked her way into your hug, and you held her tight, kissing the top of her head as miguel did the same after you.

“i always wanted a baby brother, or sister. i hope it’s a boy, though. daddy’s outnumbered,” she said, and you both laughed.

“well, fingers crossed then, yeah?” he asked, then looked to you, wiping a few stray tears from his eyes.

“merry christmas, miguel,” you said softly.

“merry christmas, mi dulce,” he whispered back.

[beyondtheglowingstars]

I bring a humble request.

Could I ask for reader giving Legend his first blowjob? 👀 I wanna see that man flustered and whimpering

(Also just wanna say your work is so fucking good, those luigi headcanons? The ravio fic?? I am foaming at the mouth)

Based, I believe in whimpering Legend supremacy, and aww thank you for such kind words, I'm glad you've enjoyed my work so far. I hope this piece meets your expectations :) I had a lot of fun with it tbh lol, hope I didn't take too long to deliver.

Does it matter to you if...

Pairing: Legend x GN reader Word count: 3.2k WARNING(S): NSFW MINORS DNI!! | Flustered mess Legend, established relationship, blowjob, cum eating and nipple play. General info: Words affected him more than he let anyone know. A meaningless joke left him feeling insecure, the possible truth to it was eating away at him and it was up to you to get those thoughts out of his head.

What a peaceful day it was. Your group hadn’t been given too much trouble the last few days, and for once, it felt like the Hylia had taken mercy on your souls after two nightmare-like weeks of constant battling. A village was found and you all got to rest your battered bodies, and after getting a much needed break, your group had a lively time at a local tavern and every worry in the world was forgotten that time.

Now that all of the remaining energy and stress had been dealt with last night, the Links and you seemed to much rather prefer taking it easy today. Various members lazed about engaging with what the village had to offer, with Sky being the exception as he’d spend almost the entire day sleeping it off. As for you and Legend, you were having a picnic that afternoon, together and away from the rest of people.

You spotted a hill some distance away from the village you were staying in; it wasn’t right next to the settlement that you wouldn’t have much privacy from others, but far away enough that you could still do whatever you wanted without interruption, deeming it the appropriate location for your date. That’s why you both currently sat underneath the shade of a large tree atop the hill while you chatted over snacks you bought earlier from a baker.

You reached into the basket you brought for one of the cookies you bought last, the most expensive ones. You munched on the treat and your face instantly lit up at how good it was.

“These are great! We need to get more before we leave the village.” You looked at your boyfriend with a grin.

“Pass me one of them, I need to see it for myself.” The Vet held the palm of his hand pointed up as he waited for you to get a cookie and give it to him.

His expression thoughtful as he slowly chewed on the food, face plastering delight after he swallowed the flavorful bite.

“Huh, you weren’t lying when you said these were good.”

Even as you smiled back at the blond, there was something that concerned you about Link today, and you wished you had a single clue as to what might be bothering him. Although you couldn’t place your finger on it, you felt like he was acting a little off. You’d simply have to ask him after your date was over, hopefully he’d have lowered his guard enough to tell you what it was.

In the meantime, you simply enjoyed your boyfriend’s company as you joyfully chatted with him while sharing snacks. At times, you’d forget that something was even up with Legend as you laughed at some of his retellings of hilarious occurrences he experienced in his adventures, but your suspicions would only cement themselves further after enough time passed. Through all the smiles and happy expressions of his, the increasingly nervous body language made it clear that something lurked underneath.

The air grew thick, the next few seconds silent and without a single exchange of eye contact. Legend more than likely could tell why it felt so tense and what was the cause of the thick air, and as much as he wanted to postpone it, there was nothing he could do now as reality slapped him like a brick to the face. Link straightened his posture then cleared his throat.

“Can I ask you something?” His tone timid and strained.

You assured him that he could continue without any worries, that you’ll be there for him no matter what. The uncertainty at a possibly very important question formed a small puddle of fear in your stomach, he locked eyes with you and took a deep breath before resuming.

“You remember yesterday- last night? When I was asked if I was still… you know.” His eyes drifted to the ground, his face became red and his hands anxiously fiddled with each other.

In all honesty, you hadn’t got a clue as to what your partner was talking about; last night’s events were a mere blur in your mind thanks to how awfully tired you had been (and still were to some degree). Without a single idea as to what he was referencing, you requested he clarified.

“You don’t remember?!” The hero’s eyes widened more than you thought they could.

He mumbled curses as he scratched the back of his head, you weren’t sure if you were seeing things right, but you could almost swear his cheeks flared more after several seconds spent thinking. An annoyed hum left his mouth before the talking continued.

“Do you mind that I’m a virgin?” Link’s posture wasn’t proper anymore as he made his form smaller after asking.

His words fast and difficult to catch with his low volume; and although you had to take a second to process what he said, you still caught it and were surprised by such confession. The Vet intermittently snuck peeks your way, until his face felt like it would melt from how warm it felt.

“No. Why would that bother me?” You returned a question his way with genuine confusion, your own cheeks warming up at the implication of the subject.

Legend lowered his head as his hands played with each other.

“I was told that you’d probably leave me because you wouldn’t want to deal with my lack of experience…” He made himself smaller and his voice more quiet, his face refusing to meet yours as he looked the opposite way from you.

“No, who told you that?” Now, what he was told wasn’t true and wouldn’t ever be true, and it annoyed you that someone would tell him such a thing and assumed you’d leave him just because of that.

Link paused, losing himself in thought for a few seconds before opening his mouth to respond.

“A few in the group said that.”

And in that moment, everything clicked together. You couldn’t remember most of what happened last night, but you could make an educated guess that between a few drinks and a carefree atmosphere, someone had to have sent a teasing joke at Legend that escalated with some others joining the teasing, and he took to heart.

You knew him by know, that most likely had to be the case; words affected him more than he cared to show if they pressed in the correct places. Even if it was only meant as a passing, minor joke between the group, you made a mental note to talk with the members responsible for feeding your boyfriend’s insecurities.

“Are you sure it wasn’t a joke?” You shot him a quick questioning look, but kept speaking before he was able to reply.

“It doesn’t matter. I’ll gladly be your first experience, if you’ll allow me.” A smile spread on your lips as you held one of Legend’s hands, not realizing just how direct you had been in your mission to reassure your lover.

The blond seemed shocked at your positive reception of the news. His blush intensified and made his face turn a red that any tomato would envy due to the sudden, dirty thoughts that flooded his mind. He nervously scratched the back of his head, the hand you were holding suddenly found yours and squeezed it tightly, he re-cleared his throat while he looked for his next words.

“Do you really mean it? I really haven’t done anything at all…”

“I can prove it to you, if you want.” You lightly nudged shoulders with him.

Link’s breath caught in his throat after he fully registered what you said, his heart pounded against his chest the hardest it ever had, a bead of sweat ran down his forehead. He didn’t know if you were planning on initiating anything right now, and it made him all the more anxious to not know what you were thinking of. Regardless, he’d feel a little disappointed either way if you were to only hint at wanting to do more with him while not taking the next step yourself.

“I-if you don’t mind it.” Fingers anxiously tapped against the grass below.

You scooted closer to him, gently holding his face to place a kiss on his cheek. Legend seemed to perk up at your gesture, looking your way for a proper kiss this time. Your lips touched and you pressed against him more to deepen the exchange, the hero didn’t kiss back with as much energy as you did until a few seconds passed.

Your mouths parted and you stared into each other’s eyes, the blond was clearly nervous but you could still spot the love he had for you behind his eyes. You go for another kiss that gets returned quickly this time around, one of your hands cupped his face as your tongue gave his bottom lip a daring tap. The Vet voiced a sound of surprise and you took the opportunity to sneak your tongue into his open mouth.

He wasn’t really sure of what he was meant to do and barely fought against your tongue, but he let you continue your actions; all he knew was that he liked the pulses of warmth that ran through his body as you kissed him with a passion you hadn’t displayed before. His arms locked tightly against your waist and brought you closer, inciting you to bury your hand under his tunic to caress his thighs. You gave him a gentle squeeze and he gasped into your mouth from the pleasurable shock your actions sent to his pelvic region, he separated from you so he could catch his breath.

Link’s reaction didn’t go unnoticed by you, and your fingers found the bulging section at the front of his shorts. He sharply sucked air and slightly jumped thanks to your touch.

“You should get out of these.” You lightly pulled down his shorts from the sides to emphasize your point.

You were met with silence and no signs of clothing coming off, the Vet averted his eyes to the side in embarrassment as he considered your suggestion. It took him a couple deep breaths before moving again.

“I hope nobody comes…” He murmured with a minor frown as he began lifting his tunic and undershirt over his head.

You reassured him that there was a very low chance of someone coming your way and that you’d spot anyone before they could come too close as you helped him get both garments off at the same time, picking up on his struggle to get out of his clothes; you were honestly taken aback that your partner would also shed his top layers, but figured it may be for the best since his tunic was plenty long.

Once the clothes came off, you hastily folded them and set them aside. When you looked back at your boyfriend he held his arms crossed over his chest, slouching as if to cover his exposed upper body from your view. You gently placed your hands on his shoulders while carefully straightening his posture, looking at him with a soft smile.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You reassured him, he very subtly mirrored your smile.

Your mouth finds his again in a quick kiss, Legend lowered his arms afterwards and held you by your hips. Your eyes fixated on the visible tent of his shorts, noticing just how little they usually covered and how bad they did their job now that they also had a tent to deal with. Unable to stop your hand, it immediately lands on the bulge to slowly rub it; the hero grunted and then deeply inhaled.

The hero hesitantly and very slowly pushed down the front of his shorts, part of his underwear exposed but he didn’t dare get rid of it himself. You traced the shape of his length through his undergarments, stopping to give a light press at the tip. Legend’s throat voicing a hum of pleasure, the sound encouraged you and you pulled his underwear down enough for his dick to pop out. His posture stiff, hands clutched the grass underneath, he didn’t dare look at you in the eye; it was obvious to notice just how tense he was.

You gently tilt his head towards yours and give him a softer kiss, your free hand rested on his chest. He kissed you back with eagerness inside, you traced circles with your index finger over his left pectoral and felt his body relax the more he gave into the kiss. Once you were sure he wasn’t too anxious for his own good, you disconnected from his mouth and lightly tugged on his shorts and underwear. He awkwardly lifted his hips and let you get the pesky clothing off of him. His legs came together on reflex to cover himself, but you lightly pushed them aside and he complied without any resistance, allowing you full access to him.

You lowered your face to hover above his erect cock, arms propped on his muscular thighs to support yourself. Legend felt your breaths against his sensitive member and it made him shudder in anticipation. You place a testing lick on his dick and are rewarded with a relaxed sigh from your lover; later taking the tip into your mouth and making him voice another sound of pleasure. The blond’s breathing becoming labored as you sucked on his tip while holding the base of his cock with one hand, his eyes closed as he relished and etched the current feeling into his mind.

With newly acquired confidence, you slowly take more of him into your mouth; he was thicker and lengthier than one would expect, so it was no easy job to get most of his cock inside. You didn’t even have him halfway in but it was still enough to make him react to the blissful feeling your mouth brought to the most sensitive part of his body, letting out a groan that he failed to silence for the most part. Your head lightly bobbed up and down on what you managed to get inside of his member, Legend grunted a few times at the new sensation he experienced; his hips subtly bucked against your contact every once in a while.

Your free hand glided from his lower abdomen all the way to his chest, occasionally stopping along the way for your fingers to follow the path his muscles carved. Your digits kept trailing over one of his pecs until you found his nipple, lightly brushing against it with your thumb; Link involuntarily moaned loudly from the new stimulation, slapping his hands over his mouth as soon as he came back to consciousness and realized what he just did, a muffled groan received by your ears afterwards.

Pausing your motions and looking up from your concentrated position, you glanced up at him and noticed the death grip his hands held on his mouth. You pop his dick out of your mouth and lazily stroked his fat length.

“It’s just us, it’s ok.” You weren’t sure if you even came off as soothing at this point, but it was worth a shot.

Legend shot a nervous glance your way before nodding with some hesitation, you took him back into your mouth and picked up from where you left off. The hands didn’t come off immediately, however, it took a little while for you to feel them on your head and were able to hear swears and shaky breaths clearly. When the sounds reached your ears, it only encouraged you, so you took him in deeper than before and your fingers ran over his smooth skin to find his nipples again. Your head bobbed faster on his dick with an additional suck of the tip and the sensitive nubs on his chest erected from your touch, the Vet voiced a drawn out moan, hips suddenly thrusting into your mouth and he lightly pushed your head down.

Your partner’s cock twitched in your mouth, releasing some more of his salty pre for you to swallow. He would never admit it, but he kind of enjoyed the overwhelming flusteredness he felt and the lewd, wet sounds your mouth produced on his shaft. Not only that, but he might have found that one of his favorite things is to have his nipples played with, something he would have never found on his own.

With each pulse of electricity that coursed through his veins, a moan made its way past his lips, and his mind was in such bliss to bother with feeling any more shame at his sounds. Progressively losing control of his body, his back slumped against the thick tree trunk behind him to support himself; his head thrown back and his mouth held open as he freely panted.

It only took a few minutes from that point for his moans to increase in volume, you rolled a nipple between your fingers and your boyfriend reacted with a gasp. The muscles in his thighs flexed as he fought to keep his legs from unintentionally opening or closing all the way thanks to his elevated feeling of arousal, he didn’t want to interrupt the heavenly pleasure you brought on him. His swears were replaced by whimpers and his vision clouded with tears at the corners of his eyes, the warmth in his lower body felt like a flame. He was about to reach his limit.

“I’m very c-close…” He managed to tell you in-between moans and other similar sounds.

The hero’s ragged breathing stilled before a high-pitched sound left his mouth and his legs shook, and it only took a few seconds for him to reach his absolute peak. Had it not been for the trunk behind him, and he would have fallen to the ground; a raspy moan left his mouth at the same time you felt a generous amount of cum hit your tongue, but nothing that was hard to swallow. You take his dick out of your mouth and step out of your position between his legs, sitting next to him again and allowing him to come back from his high as you watched his twitching form take deep breaths.

Legend held his eyes shut and had a hand on his forehead as he lightly gripped his hair, you held his hand with a smile. Thanks to his good physical condition, the Vet was able to recover fairly quick. When his half-lidded eyes met yours, you handed him his discarded clothes and he gave you a hum of appreciation. You let go of his hand and gave him some space as he took his time getting dressed.

“Do you believe me now?” You asked him with a tint of playfulness in your voice.

“I do.” Legend held a pleased smile on his face.

“Thank you.” He finished speaking and then swallowed to moisturize his dry throat.

Less than a minute and he was basically fully dressed at that point, only thing missing to put back on was his belt. The hero offered his hand to you and lightly pulled you towards him, placing a kiss on your cheek filled with nothing but pure love when you were close enough to receive the gesture.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are? I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Legend rested his head on yours, his hand gently rubbed the back of yours as he began complimenting you on as many things he could think of just to hear your happy sounds.

[my-soupy-brain]

i just want ted to come hang out with me during a snowstorm and watch the snow fall with some soft music playing while snuggled under a blanket and giving me cuddly tickles

Is it cold where you are too? It is here, and we have snow! I can imagine this so perfectly and it would be so...soothing. Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: A lot of comfort, teasing, a little bit of smut

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There was a snowstorm headed your way and you don't get those often where you live, but it was enough to send the city spiraling and shops closing.

Ted Lasso was afraid to miss you, so he made a deal.

"How 'bout I come over and we just have a big ol' snugglefest? Nowhere to go, nothin' to see. We can just hang out - the two of us?"

Your mouth dropped open, and then you smiled bigger than you have in a long time.

"I take that adorable face as a yes," Ted said, leaning in to kiss your lips gently.

"Yes!"

So here you were, at home, the shops already flipping their signs to "Closed" while you got out a pile of blankets, some candles, and made some cookies.

"Mmmmmm! Smells good in here, sugar!" Ted called as he stomped off some of the snow from his shoes in your doorway.

"Comin' down out there," he said as he unzipped his coat, and then rounded the corner and saw you in your cozy clothes.

"You are a sight for sore eyes, honey," he says softly, opening his arms to hug you. "Ready for our snowy sleepover?"

He wiggles his eyebrows at you and you could eat him up right then and there.

The snow falls outside the window, the candles are lit and you watch a movie. When it's over, you let the quiet darkness of the room take over, snuggled with Ted in his Kansas City BBQ t-shirt and joggers.

"I'm glad we did this," he murmurs, his voice and drawl low. "I wouldn't wanna be anywhere else on a night like this."

"Me, too. Thanks for coming over," you offer, turning your face up so he can kiss your lips.

Ted grabs his phone and turns on some soft music, Christmas tunes that are just right with the holiday around the corner.

You squeeze him a little tighter.

I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree...

You sing along with him, harmonizing and tickling each other.

I just want you for my own More than you could ever know Make my wish come true All I want for Christmas is you

Ted looks down at you with the last line, kissing your lips gently. The snow is still falling, the candles dancing around the room.

So romantic your heart could burst.

'Cause I just want you here tonight Holding on to me so tight What more can I do? Oh, baby, all I want for Christmas is you You, baby

He kisses you a little deeper, his mustache tickling against you in a way that makes your desire spark even more. Your tongue finds his lips and he kisses you deeper, a low moan in his throat.

Your hips naturally roll against his thigh as you kiss, his big hands cupping your ass and running down your thigh an up your side and into your hair.

Oh-oh, all the lights are shining so brightly everywhere And the sound of children's laughter fills the air (oh, oh, yeah) And everyone is singing (oh, yeah) I hear those sleigh bells ringing Santa, won't you bring me the one I really need? (Yeah, oh) Won't you please bring my baby to me?

Your hands climb under his tshirt, touching his warm skin and making him grab you a little harder.

"I need ya, sugar," Ted whispers against your ear while he kisses your neck, your hand drifting down under the blanket to his tented joggers.

"Ohhh, and that's makin' it worse," he says with a low chuckle, as you grin with his lips.

His own hand skates under your pajama pants and down your hip and your back arches just right...

"Bedroom?" he asks, nibbling on the lobe of your ear..

"Bedroom," you answer as you move to the bed and fall into it together, the music still playing softly in the other room.

All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas is you, baby All I want for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby All I want (I want) for Christmas (all I really want) is you, baby

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I could've done more tickles but the idea of this is so... *fans self* I had to go with it. But this is...heaven. Ted would absolutely take a snow day/weekend with you just laying around in cozies and making love. THE DREAM, I TELL YOU. Thanks for the prompt, friend!