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blackwolfstabs · 5 months

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Parker's Secret Santa Gifts🎄for @alkivm

ONE NORMAL NIGHT

In the heart of winter and in the dead of night, you and Wednesday share the woods.

fandom: Wednesday (2022) pairing: Wedesnday Addams × Fem!Vampire!Reader a/n: this is my 1st × reader ever so i'm feeling very insecure about it.. however, i wanted to do something up your alley, Alk. i also wanted to write from Wednesday because i knew writing something of Sam would be too predictable of me haha. anyways, i hope you enjoy!!

You slid into the partially dark dorm room that held your girlfriend’s strong scent. For someone as dark and mysterious as Wednesday, you never expected her to have a smell that was actually calming. However, this made it easier for you to find her. Being a vampire allowed you the same nose the werewolves had. Maybe even better, in your opinion…

Speaking of werewolves, Enid’s side of the room was the dark side, for once. She must’ve been out with her girl pack. This led you to immediately find Wednesday seated at her desk with a lit lamp as the clicking of the typewriter keys echoed off the walls. Her writing time, you presumed with a small smirk and shake of your head. It was part of her nightly routine.

But you were looking for a night where they could just be with each other. It had snowed all day, but with the dark that you both adored, came clear skies and moonlight that made the snow sparkle. Wednesday, of course, didn’t care for sparkly things, but you hadn’t seen anything more vintage in decades. And you wanted to share that with her.

You wanted one normal night.

She never stopped typing, her black eyes undivided, but there was something about the way her shoulders braced that told you that she knew you were there. So, you approached her, but before you could speak, she did.

“What is it, Y/N?” she asked flatly. “You know this is my—”

“Yes, yes, I know. This is your writing time,” you cut her off as you stopped behind her chair and leaned against it. “I was thinking… maybe we could take a walk through the woods? We’ve been shut indoors all day because of the snowfall, and the moon is rather beautiful tonight.” You heard her give a short huff, which encouraged you to follow up with, “Almost as beautiful as you…”

Wednesday scoffed as she felt you lean down and kiss her cheek. You had just been outside, on your way over, so your lips were cold against her warm skin. It made her pull away slightly, “Oh, please, your pick-up lines are aging on me.” But even she had her own jokes to turn around on you, and she glanced up to tease, “Almost as much as you.”

To be fair, you did not see that coming as you looked away in mock offense. “You've been waiting to spring that one on me, haven’t you?”

She shrugged and went back to her writing, “Not really. You just fell into the trap.”

“Sly psychic,” you rolled your eyes.

“Dumb vampire.”

God, the way she just threw back words in any situation that made her charisma grow had your vampire instincts tingling. It made you frisky and longing for a hunt. However, if Wednesday followed your lead, you could take the thirst just to have one night with her. “Please?” you hated to beg, yet here you were doing it for her. “Can’t you spare one day of cutting your writing time short?”

Your borderline-desperate tone made her give a small smirk, and that gave you a little bit of hope. You had other plans for that night anyway, so you would make sure she’d show her side of the duality you had gotten the pleasure to know.

“Let me finish this paragraph,” she eventually gave in.

You let her do so without trouble, pacing around the room like a caged tiger while you waited. And then she stood up from her chair and turned around to catch you looking at her.

“You’ve got the patience of a saint.” The sarcasm was thick in her flat tone.

You just shrugged and nodded to the tunic-length jacket that was lying on her bed, “That should be warm enough for you.”

The raven gave you an uncertain look as she went to retrieve it and slip it on. “Sometimes, I think you forget that I’m not a vampire,” she commented, clearly not convinced one jacket would keep her warm in the snowy wilderness.

“Never,” you assured her. When she turned around and approached you with her dark eyes trying to figure out the million thoughts behind your glowing ones, you gave her a wink. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll keep you warm.”

She didn’t look convinced. “I’m thrilled.” Then again, she never did.

You never took that personally from her. After all, she was the one to insinuate a relationship that was more than friends. She had even stolen the first kiss between you two. As uninterested as she tried to seem, you knew she was curious about what you had in mind. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have followed you out.

The bitter cold of the winter night suited you just fine as you stepped out of the heated indoors and shook your head out to relish the chilly freedom. You sighed in delight, before looking over your shoulder to see Wednesday pacing up next to you.

She blinked unsteadily, the breeze stinging her eyes and cheeks as her bangs were swept aside. She crossed her arms and hugged them against her chest. “It had to be tonight?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh, come on, Wednesday, it’s not that bad!” You gave her a playful nudge. “You just need to get that warm blood pumping,” you then teased, your breed leaving you immune to the freeze.

She just growled in annoyance, which made you decide to take the first step—well, more like the second step now… “So, try and keep up,” you told her, then raced away into the woods.

It must have caught her off-guard, because she immediately followed hot in pursuit. “Y/N!” It was like she hadn’t even thought about the fact that she was rushing into a game of Tag, like it was a mindless effort that sent her after you.

Her calls made you run faster, weaving through the trees like a trained dog in agility, and you let out a triumphant howl that sent the crows scattering into the night sky. In return, you actually got a few calls back from the werewolves scouting the forest as well. “Hey, Wednesday!” you hollered over your shoulder, “you think one of those is your roommate?!”

You could hear your girlfriend’s panting grow louder as she flanked you a few yards back. “No!” she answered, “Enid wouldn’t be caught dead in this kind of cold!”

“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?!” Being an Addams gave you so much freedom to joke about death, considering you were already dead inside. It was meant to be.

“Not tonight, Y/N!”

You just laughed and raced on, filing deeper and farther into the world of forestry that almost shielded the moonlight. The wind seemed to be going 100 miles per hour against your skin, making a million scents bathe your tongue every time you breathed in.

And then the scent of fur and fresh-kill caught your senses. You were gaining too close to the werewolves, so you figured this was a good place to stop.

Wednesday, on the other hand, didn’t have as keen a sense of smell, which kept her racing on. She couldn’t see you anymore, but she had done that dance before. The amount of times she’d run through this very forest was unimaginable, especially with a destination known or unknown in mind. She wasn’t afraid of running through the dark; however, the crisp cold air was taking a toll on her lungs. She called out for you, slowing down to catch her breath. “Y/N?!”

Compared to the way she’d sounded a few minutes ago, back at the dorm, she wasn’t so uptight about everything. And that was where you wanted her.

The raven slowed all the way, when she didn’t receive a response from you. She glanced around as she trotted forward. “Y/N?” Her panting was silenced among the breeze and so was your movement in the low branch of the nearest tree.

When she passed it, you grabbed her arm and pulled it towards the trunk. She yelped and spun around, yanking her arm away to look up and meet your golden eyes. “Sorry,” you giggled, releasing her to comb your wind-tossed hair back with one hand.

Her voice went back to its natural, monotoned-self. “Why are you in a tree?”

“We’re too close to the werewolves,” you nearly whispered the explanation. Then, you held your hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll help you up.”

The gold shimmer in your eyes struck the lightest reflection in hers as she took it and let you pull half of her weight up onto the same branch.

You knew she wasn’t the most comfortable person with heights without being guarded by some sort of railing, so you made sure she was steady before you continued to lead the way up. Being a vampire, your agility and strength were reliable. You could weave quicker through the limbs. And once you reached almost ¾-ths of the way up, you crouched to check on your girlfriend.

Despite her size and normal human strength, she actually kept up well, only being a few branches below. However, being the lady vampire you were, you had lived for a few centuries. So, chivalry was definitely not dead in your era, just evolved out of the strictly-male ideals. “Wednesday!” She paused her climbing to glance up at you, which made you hold your hand out to her again. “I got you.” The cold must have been biting at her because she grabbed your hand with no hesitation, and you lifted her up, wrapping one arm around her waist to safely bring her to your level.

She wouldn’t admit it, but the raven was relieved that you had the decency to allow her to be closest to the tree trunk. She glanced down, almost nervously, but left it undetectable as she asked, “Is there any reason why you insist on being so high up?”

“No one can see us from up here.”

She shifted skeptically.

“I thought you liked being uncomfortable,” you smirked. You caught the way she curved her fingers into the bark, threatening to clutch it if the branch that held them teased a crack or two.

Wednesday gave a slightly flustered sigh. “The last time I was in a tree, things didn’t go so well.” When she looked your way again, the moon light dappling through the trees made her eyes show a shade of brown that wasn’t common in her natural aesthetic.

It took some of the frost away from the cold that you didn’t realize you could feel until that deep gaze met yours. Her frame looked even smaller as she backed up to secure herself against the trunk, which you knew she did to brace herself in case anything happened. You softened your voice as you moved closer to her. “I won’t let you fall,” the words came so naturally, it was almost considered pure.

She blinked at you. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Y/N…”

You stopped a short distance from her, close enough to see what she hoped you wouldn’t: her desire for comfort. You slid one hand around her waist and the other over her cheek to block the winter breeze. “Here’s my promise,” you whispered, then pulled her into a gentle kiss.

To your surprise, she fell into it instantly, almost as if she was thinking of the same thing. She must have felt secure in your arms, for she then put her arms around your torso. And through the kiss, you smiled.

She pulled away. “Is that all you got?” she tested you, looking away and over your shoulder to bait you into moving elsewhere than her lips.

You took in a deep breath, and her scent was so strong that you could almost taste her… You felt your golden gaze start to burn and your mouth start to salivate. There was a surge of power that entwined your bloodstream, and the thrill to drink made you stare at her open neck. Well… almost open. “Are you teasing me, Ms. Addams?” you asked her as you dipped your head towards the crook of her neck and nosed her braid over her shoulder, fully exposing her warm skin.

“Bite me, Y/LN,” she almost purred into your ear. It was supposed to be a tease, but it came out more as a command.

But it was your pleasure, regardless. “Not until we’re in bed, my cold-hearted darling,” you replied, then pressed your lips to her neck. It was hard not to bite her right now. Just a little taste of that sweet drink that came out of the most savage student in Nevermore Academy would have sufficed. But you wouldn’t. Not now. For now, you forced yourself to only kiss and suckle her skin in a slow trail down her neck, but you did manage to let your fangs nip her every now and then.

All the while, Wednesday laid her head on your shoulder, sighing through the treatment with small moans, while her black nails curled into your spine when your fangs would catch her soft skin.

It was the perfect mix of Heaven and Hell.

It was angelic and demonic.

It was sweet and stubborn.

It was you and Wednesday…

On this one normal night.

merry christmas/happy holidays alk! i hope this made you smile and i'm wishing you a very pleasureable rest of the season. thank you for being such a supportive friend 🎄✨🎁

- parker (BWS)

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iluvreid · 5 months

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Merry christmas to everyone celebrating x 🎄

#criminal minds #spencer reid #mgg #mgg pics #spencer reid x reader #i need this man biblically #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x y/n #criminal minds smut #spencer reid x fem!reader #christmas #xmas 2023 #merry xmas

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harmshake · 5 months

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Naughty or Nice

Rhea isn't letting you off the hook for being a bad girl this Christmas...

Rhea Ripley x Fem Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | 1,929 words

a/n: This cute ass drawing inspired this fic so thanks, Alejandra!

Happy reading! Read my other Rhea stories here, if you'd like. ✨

"Turn around for Mami, sweetheart. I want to see you from the back."

Rhea's voice was so thick with mischievous lust that you could hear the smirk on her full, pink lips. If it wasn't for the silky green blindfold, that read "Ho, ho, ho!" in cursive white, over your eyes, you would be able to see it. As you turned around for her, you knew she was reclined on the bed with her gaze crawling along your body—your bare, ample curves draped with green, plastic strings of Christmas LED lights twinkling red, blue, and gold against your skin.

Your girlfriend had done a great job of tying you up, making sure your wrists behind your back were locked in place right above your round ass that you could damn near feel her eyes on. And when she purred, "Look at my Christmas gift...all wrapped up for me to ruin..." you felt yourself tremble as you bit your lip.

"You mean unwrap, right? You're keeping me in these?" you asked quietly as you heard her rise from the bed, her footsteps drawing nearer until you felt her hands slip around your waist. It was a cute joke for her to bind you up and admire her work, but you didn't expect to stay like this.

Rhea giggled lightly in your ear before she kissed it, her teeth skimming along your lobe and making you tremble harder...especially with fingers spreading over your belly and through the strings that pressed into your skin. Her touch grazed up until it cupped the weight of your breasts in her palms, pinching at the lights that hung there before she did the same with your soft and sensitive nipples. You shivered with a moan and her kisses fell to your neck as she whispered, "I want you juuust like this. You've been a naughty girl...and this is your punishment."

"I thought I was your good girl," you murmured and your head fell back onto her shoulder as she tweaked and teased your nipples. She hummed like it was true but then laced a hand around your throat with a surprisingly tight grip that made you gasp and bite your lip again.

"Not tonight, baby. I already made my list and checked it twice..." Another rolling pinch to your taut nipple and squeeze on your throat had you rubbing your thighs together to feel that pressure elsewhere. "...And it confirmed you need to obey Mami. Or else."

Her warm breath tickled your shoulder with another kiss and you leaned back into her, feeling the shape of her nude body form to yours as her fingers went from playing with your nipples to playing with the lights that dangled on your thighs. You were wet and nearly dripping between them, a devilish combo of her teasing and your fidgeting to ease the sensual tension...but Rhea didn't relieve it.

"Or else wh—"

Instead, she yanked you back and onto the bed, letting you fall gracefully onto your back with your legs hanging over the edge. They were the only part of you she didn't completely twist up with Christmas lights that were poking you on your back, hips, and belly. You thought the blindfold was a nice touch yet overkill to her sadism as you didn't understand why it was needed until you felt her run her soft hands along your thighs before she pushed them wide apart. Then there was rustling, her shuffling away for a moment to fiddle with something—and then a satisfied hmph from her that echoed in your ears and made your curiosity sparkle until it gleamed beneath the pads of her fingertips.

"Excited for your punishment, hmm?" Rhea cooed as her pointer and middle finger spread your moist lips with swirls that moved up and down, lightly then deeply until you bucked your hips a bit, trying to make her touch slip over your aching clit.

"Yes, Mami," you whined as she prodded at your little entrance, so slick from her teasing that her fingertip sunk in an inch. She didn't pull away, she couldn't, not when it made you hiss and buck your hips again to tug her in more. She obliged you, her pointer fingertip tracing up to brush your g-spot, and you whined again, "Fuck, yesss. Please, please lick me, baby."

You would have grabbed her pretty little head with your hands and brought her lips to your lips if they were strapped to your back underneath you. You hoped bucking your hips one more time would convince her to put those sexy lips where you needed them, but she snickered.

"Tsk tsk. You're tellin' me what to do like I'm not in charge," Rhea scoffed with a gentle bite on your right inner thigh as a reminder. You winced and apologized with a gasp before she added, "See, sweetheart? You're a naughty girl. And I'm going to take my time teachin' you a lesson..."

She pushed in a second finger, twirling and working them both up to her knuckles, and you groaned with glee to feel her so deep...and then you cried to feel a smooth, wide yet round object finally make contact with your clit. Rhea nudged at your sweet spot for just a few seconds, enough time to stir that delicious, warm tingling in you and make you squirm.

Then she turned it on.

"Unnhhh, oh, my go-ood!" you moaned with the sound coming deep from your belly that caved in from the good vibes washing over you. If this was how Rhea treated you for being bad, you were all for it.

"There we go...that feels good? You're gonna cum for Mami, sweetheart?" Rhea nearly moaned back as you fluttered around her fingers, her beautiful accent filled with the pleasure she filled you with. You couldn't get the words out fast enough before your smoldering orgasm burned you up and choked you up, only allowing husky moans to escape you and bounce off the ceiling.

You coughed a bit from how much you moaned with the overwhelming vibes covering every inch of your clit that throbbed, from her fingers still kneading your g-spot before she slowly pulled away and left you shivering.

"Mmm, shiiit," you breathed and tried to close your thighs around her head, her silky hair tickling your tummy as she replaced her weapon of pleasure with her lips, leaving tongue kisses between your wet folds to clean you up. "Shitshitshit, Mami," you whimpered when it became clear she wanted to be thorough. Her tongue dragged along every spot you tried to hide from her as she pried your shivering thighs back open until she was done.

You felt lightheaded with tired lungs and you wished you could see the look on Rhea's gorgeous face as you knew she was smug to see her punishment go so well. You could hear her licking you off her lips as she put her toy away before you felt those lips on your inner thighs, giving each a turn to be caressed with kisses. "Still my naughty girl, baby?" she asked in a grunt on your skin, her hands grasping at your hips.

"Yesss," you agreed, nothing on your mind but her mouth and strong grasp that flipped you onto your stomach. Her mouth was back on you in an instant, kissing all over your pretty and thick ass that she squeezed and spanked.

"Yeah? Guess you need more punishment," Rhea replied with another spank, harder, forcing a moan out of you. Your cheek smushed to the comforter when she picked you up by your hips to plant you on your knees. Face down, ass up was a dangerous position you knew well, and your eyes flickered open beneath the blindfold only to forget you couldn't see Rhea and her fat, longish strap. But you could damn sure feel it as the tip pushed into your glistening and twitching hole that pulled her inside greedily.

"Fuuuuck, Demi," your long, crackled cry melted into the sheets, as did your drool as she seized your bound-together wrists in one hand to keep you arched perfectly for her thrusts, deeply, deep, and deeper with slow precision as her other hand spanked your ass cheek so you'd yelp her name again.

"What, sweetheart? Mami...has to fuck...the naughtiness out of you..." she growled behind you between strokes that tapped the end of your pussy like a punctuation mark. You could only exclaim your pleasure, anyway, from the luscious way she pummeled into your tight, little pussy, and from the yummy way the strings of Christmas lights nipped at your skin as they tethered you tighter.

And when those intoxicating strokes quickened to chase your drunken moans, the strings and lights pinching at you so good, you could barely say her name without slurring it. Rhea then abruptly pulled out and climbed off the bed for a moment, letting you sit there quivering and empty before she laid you on your back again and snatched you to the edge of the bed where she stood.

"Tell me, baby...still feelin' naughty?" she asked and her stunning smile shone in your mind's eye. It made you smirk, too, yet tremble on her as she held one of your legs to her breasts with the other pinned to the bed, her dripping tip already dipping into you. Her black nails dug into the supple flesh of your thighs as she filled you again, petting your g-spot with the strokes she knew you wanted. She didn't need your answer because she was in charge, always on top, and you were feeling fuzzy with silent screams that made it impossible to speak as you fell apart again.

However, it didn't stop her from talking her seductive shit as she punished you.

"My princesa, you didn't learn the first time? Mami's gonna make you a good girl..."

"Look at you shakin' for me...told you I would ruin you, baby."

"Cum...cum on my dick, sweetheart. You know you want to."

She descended those good vibes onto your clit as a lethal surprise, rubbing the wand just so with her thrusts until you came like you were consumed in a lake of succulent fire, a far cry from the snowy nightfall that whirled just outside the bedroom window. Your body got so hot with those warm tingles that you felt yourself break out in a sweat as Rhea punished your pussy with hard-hitting strokes and grinding vibes that didn't stop until you squirted for her, making a wet mess on her tatted abs and the bed with your collective love juices.

You writhed and moaned for her pathetically, hearing your heartbeat in your ears and feeling her struggle to pull out as your pussy became a glutton for her punishment and clamped around her. Rhea shut the wand off and placed it aside, leaning down with her hands on both sides of your head to kiss you softly and coax you to relax as she tenderly retreated out of you. "Baby..." she mumbled sweetly against your lips.

"Yes, baby?" you mumbled back in a hushed breath. Your skin surely had marks from the stringed lights chaffing you, and your forearms were almost numb from your body weighing on them, but you still gazed at Rhea with doe-eyes when she tugged your blindfold up to see your pupils blown out with your love for her.

Rhea ran her fingers along your cheek before she tangled them in your hair, pressing a kiss to your forehead before she asked, "Are you naughty...or nice now?"

"I'm feelin' real nice," you remarked in a small, satiated voice and made her chuckle. "But if you think I need to be taught another lesson...I'll stay naughty for you, Mami."

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once-upon-a-thigh · 1 year

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She sees you when you’re sleeping

Summary: You’re home from collage to spend Christmas with your family and your older brother’s best friend, Natasha.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: AU Natasha Romanoff X Fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, she/her, pronouns used, afab, dub-con, pervert! Nat, somnophilia, small age gap (19/24), swearing, groping, fingering (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), degradation, santa kink???

Here’s your Christmas gift sluts, sorry for the pause.

Your hands gripped the steering wheel in front of you tightly, an index finger tapping along to the Christmas tunes playing softly through the radio. You mentally blamed your nervous driving on the icy roads, but you knew the truth. Your brother Tony had his old college friend, Natasha, staying over for Christmas this year. You hadn’t seen her for years, but this didn’t stop you from remembering the intense crush you used to have on the older girl whenever she would visit home with Tony. Used, you chucked to yourself. As if you haven’t been stalking her instagram, guiltily touching yourself to any photos that revealed her strong arms and nimble fingers.

With the redhead on your mind, the drive went by quick as a flash. Before you knew it, you were pulling in to the freshly shovelled driveway, greeted by the various expensive cars owned by your father.

With a sigh, you stepped out the car and heaved your bag from the back. You dragged your feet to the door that had already been opened by your anxiously waiting mother, careful not to slip. You couldn’t help the grin that slipped on your face as soon as your waiting mother pulled you in to her warm embrace, smothering your cold cheeks with loving kisses.

“Oh Y/n, I missed you darling. Come in, come in quick before you catch a cold.” She tugged you inside and slammed the door shut, resulting in a yell from your father who had yet to notice your presence.

“Maria! What have I told you about slamming that damn door!” He came barrelling in to the hall. “Oh, Y/n dear, welcome home.” His frown turned upside down when he noticed you, trudging forward to pull you in to a hug. Your heart grew sore with the amount of love you were receiving. You had missed being home.

“Oh sister!” An elongated yell sounded from the lounge. You recognised the voice of your annoying man-child of a brother. You hesitated on greeting him, knowing that the woman of your dreams will most likely be there with him.

With an ounce of courage, you stepped in to the room, trying your best to keep your eyes from immediately darting to the woman sat next to your brother.

“Hi Tony,” you smiled, before finally letting your eyes slip to the redhead “Hey Nat.”

Your cheeks immediately flushed as red as her hair when you noticed her ivory greens were already piercing in your direction. She stood tall, taking a couple swaggering steps towards you with her hands in her pockets as her gaze shifted up and down your almost quivering body.

“Hey Y/n, long time no see.” She paused for a moment, eyes stopping on your chest as she sucked in her bottom lip. “My, have you grown.”

Your breath caught, all you could let out in a reply was a quiet whimper.

You brother shoved Nat in the arm, though she hardly moved and her stare didn't shift either.

“Can you stop flirting with my sister? She’s a kid.” He grunted.

“I’m not a kid Tony!” You clapped back, embarrassed he would say such a thing.

“Oh please Y/n, you still believe in Santa Clause.” He rolled his eyes.

“I do not!” You yelled back, fists clenched.

Your mother’s voice interrupted your argument from the kitchen. “Children! There will be no arguing on Christmas eve!”

Feeling totally humiliated, you turned on your heal and made a run for it upstairs to your childhood bedroom. Flopping on to your princess themed bed, you glanced around the room that was still painted pink, stopping briefly on the collection of stuffed animals piled up in the corner. “No wonder they think I’m a kid,” you muttered to yourself.

Your wallowing was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Sitting up on the bed and ringing your hands together, you called them in. Much to your delight, and embarrassment, it was Natasha who stepped in, closing the door behind her.

“You forgot this detka.” Her bulbous bicep strained as she lifted your duffle slightly in a gesture. Your mouth watered at the sight, thighs clenching at the nickname.

“Thank you.” You murmered, your gaze dropping to your lap.

Much to your surprise, she took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching you. After a moment of silence, you gasped quietly when she laid a strong, veiny hand on your thigh. She sucked in sharply through her teeth as she squeezed the flesh roughly. “I don’t think you’re a kid, by the way.”

You glanced up at her with innocent eyes. “You don’t?”

Her grip loosened, her hand now trailing up towards your centre slowly. “No, you’re all grown up, aren’t you sweetie?”

You gulped, lashes fluttering. Suddenly, it was like the lustful cloud had dematerialised, and she snatched her hand back. She stood up quick, walking to the door in a hurry. Half out the door, she looked over her shoulder with a grin.

“Do you really still believe in Santa?”

Still recovering from whatever the fuck just happened, you only gawked at her, mouth open.

With a chuckle in amusement at your lack of reply, she left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Soon it was time for dinner, which went by achingly slow with your parents smothering you, and your brother embarrassing you at the same time. It wasn’t all bad however, as the whole time Natasha was sat next to you, brushing her hand against you discreetly every chance she got. The back of your neck as she rested her arm on the back of your chair mid-conversation, your breast as she reached across you for the salt, or your thigh, for seemingly no reason at all.

Natasha had become completely enthralled by you from the moment you stepped through the door. The naive girl she had once known now grown, a beautiful woman that she wished to be between the legs of. She felt like such a pervert, wanting nothing more than to fill every hole of her best friend’s little sister until she begged for her to stop.

She watched the bounce of your ass and the sway of your hips as you carried the dirty plates to the kitchen. You volunteered to clean the dishes like the good little girl you are. She briefly fantasised about stealing you away, forcing you to become a housewife that would clean the dishes as she used your filthy body to get herself off.

“I’m going to help her.” Nat smiled as she rose from the table. Brushing off Howard and Maria’s protests, she made her way in to the kitchen.

You hadn’t noticed her, too busy scrubbing away at a plate under running water. Glancing behind her and ensuring she was out of sight from the rest of the family, she snuck up behind you.

You went rigid when you felt a warm body press against the back of you. You already knew it was the woman you had been pining after, who else would it be? Not sure as to how to react, you carried on washing the dishes with a red face.

Your whole body flushed when you heard her moan gently as she grasped at your tits, squeezing and shaking them like they were toys.

“N-nat? What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She replied, rubbing her nose in to your neck and laying gentle kisses between sentences. “I’m just fulfilling both of our fantasies. You think I never noticed you staring detka? Did you think I wouldn’t notice when you liked that old photo of mine on insta?”

You instantly cringed at the memory. You had been looking at, using, a photo of her at the beach that had been posted a year before when you accidentally brushed your thumb against the like button when you reached your peak. You were quick to retract the like, but it seems the damage was already made.

“Did you touch your pretty little pussy when looking at it malyshka? You just couldn’t help yourself, huh? Well you don’t have to worry about that now, I’m here to make to all better.”

Your breathing quickened as one of her hands released your breast to trail down your stomach, it was just breaching the waistband of your jeans before she jumped away from you. You were quick to turn around, ready to berate her for stopping, only to realise your mother was walking through the door.

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, are you feeling alright?” She sped towards you, pressing her hand against your forehead. “Y/n, you’re all flushed. How about you go to bed early? I don’t want you unwell on Christmas.”

Glancing at Natasha, you saw her facing her boots, biting her lip to hide a grin. Looking back at your mother, you nodded your head, feigning exhaustion. “Yeah, okay.”

It was late into the night when the older woman made a move to feel you again. The rest of your family had resided to their own beds, leaving the house in a barely creaking silence.

Unbeknownst to you, you had made things all the much easier for her. Sneaking in to your room and pulling the covers off your soundlessly asleep body left Nat feeling a little guilty. You looked so cute, so peaceful. But, when she saw your attire, all guilt had disappeared. There you laid in only a top and panties, like you had been waiting for her. Soft thighs slightly parted, practically inviting her in. She stifled a groan at the sight of you, already desperately removing her clothes as quiet as she could with such haste.

Her knees dented the plush mattress as she settled between your own. She positioned your spread legs how she liked, leaving a trail of goosebumps as she brushed her fingers along your skin. The toy strapped around her hips was so large it had already settled against your clothed centre, the weight of it causing enough stimulation to have you whimpering in your sleep, a wet patch gradually growing on the cotton beneath the foux cock. Breathing heavily, she leant forward, bracing herself on her forearms so her body was flush against your own. She was surrounded by your scent, and utterly obsessed. The redhead breathed in against your neck as she began to grind against you, feeling the base of the dildo rock against her throbbing clit.

"Gunna spread you open." She whispered seductively against your ear, before grunting and thrusting once a bit too hard, unable to hold herself back. "Going to rip that pussy apart."

Out of everything, it was the hotness of her breath against your lobe that had you begin to stir awake. Natasha paused momentarily, shuffling up so she can stare down at you expectantly, but her grinding didn't stop.

"Mm," your eyelids fluttered open until you curiously looked at her with hooded eyes. "What's going on?"

Thankful for your calm state, the predator's movement only increased, now moving so roughly against you your body shifted across the mattress inch by inch. "Shh sweetheart, go back to sleep. It's just Santa here to give you your present."

You rubbed your eyes with your fists, and she grinned at your cuteness. "What are you doing Nat?"

She was a bit sad that her game of pretend had finished so quickly, but that disappointment didn't last when you let out a quiet moan, suddenly moving your arms around the woman and gripping at her muscular shoulder blades. "I- I-"

She interrupted your stutter by pressing her mouth against your own, thrusting her tongue inside and tasting you with a moan. You immediately melted in to the kiss, moving your lips against hers hastily in order to catch up. Now having realised what is happening, you were ecstatic, lifting your hips in an attempt to further rub yourself against her length. "That's my girl," she pulled away to to whisper.

Sitting back on her feet, she pulled down your panties, watching in awe as your slick caused the fabric to stick to your cunt. Whilst she was gawking at your puffy lower lips, you were watching her. Your gaze drifted down her bare body, admiring her round breasts and toned abs. You flinched when she pressed two cold fingers against your slit, watching your reaction when she gathered your wetness and prodded at your sopping hole. You practically sucked in her fingers, whimpering as she moved them in and out slowly, flexing her fingers so she could stretch your walls ready for her cock.

Pulling her digits out, Nat pushed them into her own mouth next, moaning at the taste of your arousal. Releasing her fingers, they grasped at your hips next, flipping your over so you were lying flat on your stomach. You yelped loudly at the sudden movement, causing her to throw her body over your own so she could slap a large hand over your open mouth.

"Quiet now, malyshka. You wouldn't want me to stop, would you?" She threatened with a buck of her hips, causing the head of the dildo to breach between your thighs and press against your newly stretched hole. You shook your head, tears beginning to fill your eyes due to desperation. Grunting in response, she began to slowly press her hips forward, causing her cock to submerge inside you, You let out a long whine as she continued to press forward until her pelvis was pressed tightly against your ass, which was smothered by her palm.

"Fuck, listen to that little pussy. You're so wet for me." Squelches sounded as she shallowly thrusted against you, breathing heavily into the side of your face, laying a sloppy kiss wherever she could reach after every few thrusts. Her knees locked in on either side of your thighs, the hand that was not covering your mouth wrapped underneath you to grope at your tits and keep you closely tucked in to her chest. She had you in such a tight hold you could hardly breathe, but you didn't care, you would keep letting her fuck you until you passed out and after if it meant she would visit your room again the next night. She gripped your jaw tighter to the point where it was painful as your moans became louder as you began to reach your peak. Natasha's hips stuttered as your walls squeezed and hugged her in even deeper.

"That's it, cum around my cock you dirty slut. Who knew you would turn out to be such a whore huh?" She grinned against your ear sadistically before biting it, screwing her eyes shut as she came alongside you. She continued to rut in to you animalistically, pushing you both through your orgasms before her hips stilled. You both collapsed further into the mattress, if that's possible, now just a sweaty heap of limbs.

She brushed her nose against your damp neck, moaning lightly in content. "You're mine now."

Your lisps lifted into a soft smile. "Best Christmas gift ever."

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Christmas Special | 🎄

Synopsis: after your last shift of the year, you excitedly made your way home. The snow had made running difficult, and the delay was enough to cause you to miss your bus. With your phone battery flat and only one phone number memorised, you decided to try your luck, hoping that your ex would pick up the phone.

A/N: this is just cliches after cliches cause I am a basic bitch, special shoutout to @bluebada for the Christmas post (˶‾᷄ ⁻̫ ‾᷅˵) sorry for the cheesiness and general cringe, I just sat down and typed a whole bunch of tropes into one fic, sorry if it’s not my best work, I’ve had the worst week and needed some fluff >/////<

Warning: swearing, fluff and cringe, but mostly sfw (mention/alluded to sex but no smut in this fic)

“Wait!” You waved your hand at the bus’s closing door, to no avail. The hydraulics hissed and the driver took off in haste before the doors had fully closed. “Fuck,” you muttered, tugging the suitcase behind you, the wheels squeaking in protest after being hauled around the past miles while you sprinted.

Walking up to the dimly lit bus stop, you checked the posted schedule for the next bus. A piece of poorly stuck on paper informed you of your continued misfortune while its peeling corners flapping around in the wind seemed to mock you. You bit your tongue from making a sarcastic comment at the situation on hand, not wanting to jinx your already doomed self. Instead you silently wondered if you could survive the night if you wore all your clothings at once. The Christmas sweater at the bottom of your bag ought to serve it’s purpose, you thought.

Noticing a phone booth nearby, you thought the shelter might make the wind chill more tolerable. The stench that hit your nose immediately had you reconsider taking your chances with the elements. Staring at the key pad and the suspicious puddle of stain on the floor, you tapped on your phone screen again, hoping that it had magically recharged itself. It did not.

You hung your head in disappointment and immediately regretted taking a deep breath to self regulate. Picking up the rusty phone and the last few quarters you had at the bottom of your bag, you swiftly punched in the number to the studio, hoping that someone- anyone- had stayed behind. Maybe the night cleaners would call you a cab.

“Thank you for your call. We are currently away for Christmas closure until the second Monday of January. Please leave a message-”

You hung the receiver up and sprinted outside for some fresh air. By the time you had remembered to jiggle the little refund handle on the pay phone, only two quarters are spat back out. Groaning at your own stupidity, you stared at the keypad and dialled in the only cell phone number you remember.

An odd feeling stirred in you as your finger lingered above the last button. Before you could quite identify the emotion, a wave of nausea from the smell quickly dismissed any other feeling in you.

The call went through.

What was I thinking? You thought to yourself as the wait tone went on. She’s not going to pick-

“Hello?” A familiar voice pierced through your doubt.

Instinctively, you took another deep breath. Your eyes watered up, and you’re not sure if it’s from her voice or the reek. “Hey Bada,” you managed to squeeze out.

A brief moment of silence hung in the air, and you thought she had hung up on the call. “Y/n?”

You nodded, realised that she can’t see you, and croaked out a confirmation. “Sorry to call you this late, I-”

A sharp beep cut you off.

“Please insert a quarter to continue the call.”

You fumbled around for some extra changes, but the call ended. Looking down on the mystery stain, you have a sudden irrational urge to defecate on the money hungry technology. Before you could do anything you’d regret, or worse, destruction of public property, the phone rang.

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You waved at the approaching headlights, and the black sedan came to a screeching halt next to you. The door to the driver’s seat flung open, and a familiar silhouette darted towards you. You were engulfed in Bada’s comforting scent warmth as she threw her coat on you.

“Are you okay?” Her soft voice was dripping with concern as she brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face. “Shit, you’re freezing. Get in the car.”

You climbed into the passenger seat of the still running car, thanking her as she shut the door behind you. “Sorry for the trouble,” you muttered apologetically as she buckled herself behind the steering wheel. “Thanks for getting here so quickly too, I hope I haven’t interrupted anything?”

“Don’t be silly, I’m just glad you remembered my phone number.” A hint of pink tinted her cheeks, and you convinced yourself that it’s either the weather or the poor lighting.

You sheepishly smiled at the taller girl, “well I’m glad you picked up an unknown number in the middle of the night, or I’ll probably have to crash in the phone booth.”

“Wouldn’t want the Mouse King to get to you, princess,” Bada teased.

You beamed at the pet name before quickly tuning down your smile, reminding yourself of the distance you ought to put between yourself and her. “How’d you know I got the role?”

Bada’s eyes widen and she whipped herself around, turning her attention to the GPS. “I- uh, Lusher told me. Speaking of which, the girls are having a Christmas party at Minah’s, you wanna come?”

You raised an eyebrow at her sudden change in subject, but nodded nevertheless. “It’s been a while, you think they’d mind?”

“Nah, it’ll be a Christmas surprise.” A smile sat on the corner of her lips as she gripped the steering wheel, her hand on the lowered break lingering beside you went unnoticed as you fixated on her eyes.

“Thanks for the invite,” you said as you finally peeled your gaze away. The scent of her car reminded you of something. “I better change,” you muttered as you pulled out a sweater from your bag, before wiggling off her coat and the shirt that you were wearing, which still faintly smelled like the phone booth. “Sorry for the stench.”

Bada glanced over to you and almost swerved into the opposite lane, immediately hiding her surprise with a cough. “Geez y/n, trying to make me crash the car?”

You chuckled as you pulled the Christmas sweater over your head. “Eyes on the road Bada, nothing you haven’t seen here before.”

Bada bit down on her bottom lip as she fixed her eyes back on the road, her knuckles turning white as she gripped on the steering harder.

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You heard the party as Bada pulled into the driveway, shaking your head at the girls’ energy. “They’re still as lively as ever,” you remarked at the Christmas karaoke blasting through the basement. Bada hummed and nodded in agreement.

“Perks of living near a construction site, I guess.” Bada was worried when Minah first told them she’s moving into this area, but soon discovered that the BEBE dancer is actually the menace of the suburb.

“What took you so long?” The door swing open at the bottom of the stairs and Minah peered through, stopping dead in her tracks when she spot you wrapped up in Bada’s coat, an ugly Christmas sweater underneath. “Holy fuckery are you-”

Bada shot her a warning look and wagged her head ever so slightly, and Minah muttered an apology of some sort before pulling you into a hug with a huge grin on her face.

“Merry Christmas,” you squeezed the redhead, “it’s been too long.”

“Come on in and tell me all about it,” Minah chirped excitedly as she pulled you into the house behind her. “Lusher is here too,” she nodded towards the singing, All I Want for Christmas echoing through the stairwell.

“Hurry up,” you turned around to Bada, who’s already kicking off her sneakers, “don’t wanna miss your part.”

Bada whipped around and sprinted down the hallway, leaving you with Minah, who offered to take your coat. “We have beer and eggnog, Lusher was making something in the kitchen. Do you have work tomorrow or can you stay?”

“I can stay,” you said as you handed her Bada’s coat, “we finally finished our last show of the year. Can I take up on that eggnog offer?”

With a mug full of spiked milk, you leaned against the door frame leading to Minah’s living room, where Lusher and Bada stood in front of the television, singing (Bada rapping Soulja Boy’s Crank That).

“WAR IS OVER!” Lusher screeched when the song finished, turning to you with a hug. “WE CHEERED!”

Bada covered her mouth with her hands, but it was too late as Tatter emerged from the kitchen with a cup in hand, which she flung to the other side of the room as she dived into your arms. Minah’s disapproving groan overshadowed by Tatter’s chatter. “It’s a Christmas miracle, we are no longer children of divorce!”

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“Who’s baking gingerbread at this hour?” You asked, sniffing the air as smell of baked goods slowly filled the room.

“Oh shit,” Lusher recalled, making her way back to the kitchen. “Should we make gingerbread house?”

“Should you be making gingerbread houses right now?” You followed her into the kitchen, hot behind her heels as she stumbled on flat ground.

“Oops,” she chortled. The gingerbread now smelled toastier than before, and you hastened your speed towards the oven.

You found the kitchen mitten hanging by the stoves and reached out to grab it. “I’ll do it, go sit your drunk ass down.” The girl giggled and you heard the kitchen stool being pulled out, lusher plopping into the seat.

A hand appeared from above your shoulder and plucked the mitten off your hands, you turned around to Bada already putting them on. “Your clumsy ass is no better than her drunk one. Go sit next to her.”

You tried to protest but Bada’s firm hand on your lower back guided you away from the oven door. You stood in place even after she had withdrew her hand, too distracted to notice the quickly browning smell of the baked goods. Definitely too distracted to notice the blush taking form on both of your cheeks.

Bada opened the door and a gust of cinnamon and clove scent poured out the oven, and you almost forgot how ridiculous it is to be making gingerbread houses in the middle of the night with your salivating.

“Hot tray incoming,” Bada warned as she pulled out a sheet tray, snapping you out of your daze. You looked around and found a coaster, placing it on the bench behind her as she put down the piping hot tray.

It was brief, but the domesticity stirred up some feelings you thought had long settled in you. You then immediately scolded yourself for dredging up the past. The festive season must be making you all sappy.

You shook your head and turned your focus to Lusher’s trays instead. “Are we building minecraft houses?” You couldn’t help but ask upon seeing two dozens or so poorly formed shapes on the sheet trays.

Bada peered over your shoulder. “These are squoval at best,” she noted, “how many drinks have you had tonight?”

“Enough to spontaneously want to bake,” Lusher slurred.

“You can glue them with melted sugar,” Minah suggested, pulling out a pot from her rack.

“Nope, too drunk to handle hot sugar.” Lusher threw her hands up, sitting back into the stool. “You do it.”

Bada sighed exasperatingly, “is this a Christmas party or a babysitting gig?”

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Between the gingerbread house decoration, eggnog, and Christmas songs karaoke, the tiredness from the bus chase earlier that day had finally caught onto you as you let out a yawn, covering your mouth with the sleeved of your Christmas sweater.

“You alright there?” Noticing your watering eyes, bada checked in on you. “Do you need to go? I can drive you if you need,” Bada offered.

“No, no I’ll be fine, once my phone charges up I can call myself a ride. Plus no drinking and driving,” you added,

“No more Nutcracker this season?” Minah asked.

“Nope, just finished our last show of the year,” you gestured towards your suitcase.

“Speaking of which,” Lusher chimed in with curious eyes. “Have you gotten the role?” She asked, “for Sugarplum Princess?”

You nodded with a smile, before quickly realising something was off. You squinted at Bada, who has taken a vested interest in the bottom of her cup.

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“So,” You prodded, “I thought you said Lusher broke the news?” Leaning against the concrete wall, you took a draw from the cigarette, the dim light from your lighter illuminating the snowy street.

“She must had too much to drink,” Bada adamantly insisted, leaning towards you. You held up the smoke silently for her, raising an eyebrow at her response.

“Lee Bada, are you stalking your ex?” You joinkingly said, gently taping her shoulder with your fist.

“It’s Christmas, nothing wrong with watching the Nutcrackers during the festive season,” choking on the smoke, her tone turned defensive.

“Right, so you came by and watched me without stopping to say hello?”

“I- I didn’t know what to say, after…” Bada trailed off, leaving the silence to fill the icy air. After what felt like minutes, she turned to you with a smile, her eyes suspiciously damp. “You were incredible on that stage, princess.”

You blushed at the pet name, having to remind yourself that she was just referring to your role. With a smile and en pointe, you lifted your arms beside you while you gave her a stage bow. “Thank you for coming to the show.”

When you stood up straight again, the moisture pooling in her eyes seemed to have increased, moments away from falling off her cheeks. You looked up at the tall girl and instinctively reached your hand out towards her. Whilst your hand is still raised in midair, you realised that the gesture may be too intimate, and settled with fixing her fringe instead.

“Are you still putting on one right now?” Bada asked, her voice hushed as it wavered ever so slightly, the tears welling up in her eyes finally falling off.

“What are you talking about?” You frantically asked as you caught a stray drop sliding off her cheek. “Bada are you alright?”

The taller girl shook her head and tilted it back to stop her tears from falling. “I’m sorry y/n, I thought I’ve moved on like we promised to.”

“Bada-”

“But I don’t want to,” Bada continued, still looking away from you. Her neck stretched back as you saw her swallowing hard. “And I don’t think I can.”

“Bada,” you tentatively said again, your voice now much softer with the emotions bubbling up. “I’m sorry I asked that of you. I thought it would be easier if we both just walked away, I-” your voice trailed off as you pondered how the hell did you even thought that was a good idea in the first place.

Sure, work gets in the way of relationships. But if you had just tried harder, accommodated more, would it have made a difference?

Her chuckling made you look up, now meeting her gaze as she looked down at you, a tight smile that couldn’t quite reach her eyes plastered on her face. A nervous habit you knew she had. “It was anything but easy these couple years, y/n.”

You hummed and nodded in agreement, “look at me being stranded on the side of the road without you.”

Bada chuckled, “look at you, still remembering my phone number even in a pinch.”

“I’m surprised you picked up unknown numbers this late at night,” you said with a laugh.

“Can’t help it, I know an accident prone idiot who needs my rescue at all hours of the day.”

“That can’t be safe, how many scam calls do you end up picking up?”

“Probably too many, I actually almost fell for one once- but it’s well worth it, I got the call I’m waiting for.”

You stood flabbergasted by the admission, the cold air stinging the inside of your cheeks as your jaw hung. “Shit Bada, I’m sorry I’m still causing you trouble even after I left.”

Was two Christmas ago? When you sat her down in the kitchen and told her you’re moving out. Between trying to keep your relationship working and your career, you’ve chosen the later. You’d also gotten her a hand knitted sweater that year- speaking of cliched.

“Nah, ‘y can’t help that you’re forgetful-”

“I am sometimes forgetful,” you corrected, and Bada backed off with her palms up, a smile finally returning to her rosy cheeks. Frostbitten, likely. “Get some sleep after this party, sleep debts’ a bitch,”

Bada raised a finger to her under eye. “Oops, busted,” she said as she stuck her tongue out, like being caught red handed in a cookie jar. “Fine, New Year’s resolution,” she announced as she turned to you. “Go to bed by two each night.”

“Ten,” you whacked away her hand placed on her chest.

“Twelve.”

“Eleven.”

“Eleven each night,” Bada replaced her hand on her chest.

You rolled your eyes at her but didn’t correct her this time. “And eat breakfast,” you added.

“Huh?”

“New Year’s resolution, don’t forget to eat breakfast,” you reminded.

Bada groaned. “As if you eat breakfast,” she muttered, scrunching up her nose in annoyance.

“Fine, our New Year’s resolution. Breakfast.” It’s about time you make one and stick to it anyways. “Eight cups of w-” you begin, only to immediately cut off by Bada.

“Y/n, be reasonable.”

You shrugged. “It was a nice try though. Congrats on the competition- you girls’ schedule must’ve been packed lately?”

Bada hummed and nodded a confirmation, “it’s great to have a job, don’t get me wrong,” she said, holding her hands up defensively, “it’s just nice to be able to sit around and do nothing for a while.”

“Word,” you muttered, as the chilled wind blew at the awkward silence that filled as the small talk settled.

“Uhm,” bada started, breaking the silence. “I can send you home?”

“Oh don’t worry about it, my phone should be charged up by now, I’ll call myself a ride. Thanks, again, for coming to my rescue.”

Bada chuckled, “anytime, princess.” The pet name is starting to grow on you.

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“How is the battery STILL flat?” You wailed, clutching your lifeless phone.

“Did you plug it in?” Bada peered behind you.

“Of course I plugged it in,” you snapped, “I’m not stupid.”

Bada took over your phone and charge and wiggled it around. “Is the plug turned on?”

“Of course it’s-” not turned on. You could’ve sweared that you had seen the phone lit up when it was plugged in. “Oh come on who turned it off?”

You suspect foul play, but your streak of bad luck of the day made you sound hesitant. Bada was not convinced.

“Do you want to crash for the night?” Minah poked her head into the kitchen, letting out a yawn. “It’s getting real late.”

Between asking Bada to drink drive and staying the night, you chose the later and thanked Minah for the bed. “Sorry if I’m over staying my welcome.”

“Don’t be silly, we haven’t caught up in a while. Stay as long as you like,” said Minah, as she led you to the guest room. “Lusher fell asleep on the couch,” Minah continued, turning to Bada. “So you can sleep here too I guess. Aight, I’ll see you in the morning,” Minah’s voice trailed off as she quickly made her way back to her room, slamming the door behind.

“Minah set us up, didn’t she?” You said with a sigh.

“Probably unplugged your phone too,” Bada chuckled. “Sorry for the wrongful accusation.”

“That was very hurtful,” you joked, “since you felt so bad about it you’ll let me call dibs on the bed.” You flopped yourself down on the nearest mattress and looked around the room, realising that you’re sitting down on the only bed.

“Minah!” Bada shouted as she marched towards her room, shortly returning with a huff. “Bastard locked her room.”

“I still call dibs on the bed.”

“Well scoot in then,” Bada instructed, “unless you want me to sleep on the cold hard floor?”

You rolled your eyes at her and made room for Bada. “That little minx, I’ll get her in the morning.”

Bada climbed in, and the old mattress sunk at the weight of you two, squeaking as gravity pulled you together at the bottom of the mattress nest.

You opened your eyes to meet Bada’s hot chocolate brown ones staring back at you. “The fuck are you looking at,” you giggled as you pushed her fringed down to cover her eyes. “Go to sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah I will, just-” bada stirred in her cocoon of blanket, “I haven’t seen you in a while. You keep sleepin’ and don’t worry about me.”

You tried to close your eyes but felt her burning gaze on you. “I can’t sleep with you staring at me, you weirdo,” you said as you turned around, the mattress nest pulling you backwards.

As you were falling asleep you felt an arm around you, but you quickly drifted off as the slow rising and falling of Bada’s breathing gently lulled you to sleep.

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The first crack of dawn spilled through the window above the bed, and you snuggled deeper into the warmth as slumber reclaimed you.

A firm hold around you enveloped you as you next woken up from possibly the best sleep of the year. Followed closely by the rudest awakening of the year. Bada’s arms had snaked around your waist as she nuzzled into the back of your neck, you backside pressed up against her stomach as one of your legs have started to fall asleep. You suspect it is between her thighs.

“Bada,” you gently nudged the sleeping giant, poking at her shoulder. “My job needs me to have both legs,” you whispered.

“Hm?” She continued to stir, gripping you tighter into herself.

Seeing that her slumber is not letting up, you yanked your feet out from her weight. Pins and needles attacked your foot as blood returned to your leg, and you let out a hiss as you rubbed your foot.

“Y/n?” Bada opened her eyes in confusion, slowly recalling the events of the night before. “Shit, sorry. You okay there?”

You nodded, pulling yourself up from the bed. “Merry Christmas, Bada.” Judging by the lack of noise in the house you assumed the rest of the BEBE girls are still fast asleep, you pointed at a door down the halls and mouthed ‘toilet?’ at Bada, shuffling towards it as Bada nodded a confirmation.

Bada followed closely behind you out the room, heading for a glass of water in the kitchen. “Merry Christmas to you too.”

A bundle of mistletoe hung by the doorframe, staring back at the two of you, its waxy white berries beckoning. “This wasn’t here last night,” you said, observing the tape holding up the ribbon.

“Mhmm,” Bada hummed, easily guessing the culprit who’d set it up. “Should we let it serve its purpose?”

You chuckled at the offer, before leaning in to plant a quick peck on her cheeks. “Fine, seeing that I didn’t have a Christmas present.”

The kiss was short and sweet, and you tried to not linger on the sweet part too long. Doesn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering in your stomach. You shrugged off the feeling and made quick time to the toilet.

Bada’s hand grabbed you by the arm, pulling you back into her arms. “Y/n, wait.” Her eyes took you in as she hit down on her bottom lips, brushing away a strand of hair away from your face. “Can we try again?” She said with a hushed tone, concealing a break in her voice.

“Bada we’ve been through this,” you sighed, “it’s too much work and it’ll take away-”

“I’m sorry I left you to fend for yourself,” Bada cut you off, her eyes welling up again. “But I promise I’ll be more present this time. It takes two to make a relationship work, right?”

You pondered at her words for a second. “We are both so, very busy,” you reminded, “it’ll be hard fucking work.”

Bada leaned down and pressed her forehead against yours, her breath tickling your upper lips. “Then I’ll put in the hard fucking work,” her soft voice determined, uttering a promise in whispers. The firmness in her voice felt so reliable, and you couldn’t help but falter at it.

Maybe this time it’ll be different. You’re older, know better. And her arms felt like home, like shelter in a storm, a ride in the dark. “Are you sure?” You glanced up, looking for signs of hesitation but found none.

Bada pressed her lips against yours, and you found your answer in her firm hold around you. You melted against her and allowed yourself to let your guard down, to allow the crashing waves of yearning you’ve been feeling wash through you. Grabbing the collar of her shirt, you pulled her closer into the kiss.

An excited screech broke your tender moment, as Lusher had awoken from the couch, now prancing towards Minah’s room. “Wake up Minah! We did it! The room trick worked!” She shouted, slapping the locked door.

You’ll get them back. But first, “I still really gotta pee,” you turned to Bada in the midst of cheerful chaos, peeling her arms off you.

“Since you haven’t gotten me anything for Christmas, I’ll take watersporting as a gift,” Bada teased, earning an elbow to her guts.

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A/N2: Thank you guys for reading~ hope you all have a wonderful time at this time of the year, and to all my hospitality workers: stay strong, thank you so so much for your service!! Thanks for allowing my self indulging fics (I really should be talking to a therapist than putting y/n through shit but alas)◉‿◉

#bada lee #swf2 #bada lee x reader #swf2 x reader #fanfic #bada lee x fem reader #bada lee x y/n #christmas fic #merry christmas #fluff

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“Santa baby.”

Requested: Nope

Prompt: Fem! S/O finds a slutty Santa outfit and surprises Mina with it.

a/u: Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I apologize for being gone for so long, life has been really busy and to be honest I have had the worst writer’s block for months. I really struggled to finish this one but I wanted to push through and deliver my annual Mina Christmas post. I hope y’all enjoy! Thank you so much for all the love and support.

Word Count: 1.7k

Category: NSFW and Fluff

The soft glow of the Christmas lights you and Mina had set up around the apartment left it feeling even more homey than usual and the slightly too tall tree you and Mina had bought on a whim was set up in the corner of the living room. Filled with ornaments the two of you had collected from various trips and from all the different countries Mina had visited while on tour. A plethora of presents decorated the bottom of the tree and soft music played from the surround system as your girlfriend sat blindfolded on the couch.

Ever the patient woman, Myoui Mina sat perfectly still where you had left her a little over five minutes ago, promising her an early Christmas surprise. You had to shake off your nerves as you emerged from your guy’s bedroom, dressed in a very skimpy Santa outfit you had seen while Christmas shopping earlier that month and bought it on a whim with the intent of surprising your girlfriend with it for Christmas.

So you finally worked up the nerve to finally put it on and show her. It was a particularly short red dress, with faux white fur on the border, a small black belt and buckle around your midsection, and a little bow nestled between your breasts. As a finishing touch you added a Santa hat that now sat atop your head, “Okay, you can take your blindfold off baby.”

Mina hesitated for a second before reaching up and removing the eye mask you had forced her to wear. She blinked for a second as her eyes readjusted to the low light before her jaw fell slightly ajar and her pupils dilated, “Wow.”

The statement was simple but the appreciation in the Japanese woman’s eyes was unmistakable as you felt your body flush with heat, “What do you think, baby?”

Mina smirked as she beckoned you forward, her hand finding its way up your thigh, “I’d say you just put yourself on the naughty list, Y/N-Chan. The very very naughty list.”

You gulped as your girlfriend gave you “the look”. As you lowered yourself to your knees between her parted thighs, “What are you going to do to me, mistress?”

“Let’s see.” Mina hummed as she looked up in thought, “Oh I know, why don’t you get on my lap and tell me. Tell me what you wish for Santa baby.”

You rose slowly from the floor as you positioned yourself over one of Mina’s thighs, straddling it but not lowering yourself. You knew better than to do anything without her permission, “May I sit, mistress?”

“Yes.” You bit your lip as you held back a small gasp as a delicious pressure greeted your clit as you settled atop your girlfriend’s knee. Mina hummed in approval, “So, tell me Y/N-Chan, what do you wish for this Christmas? Oh, and move.”

You let out a breath as you began to grind, “I wish for…” Mina raised her thigh so it pressed harder into your cunt making you stop to regain your focus as you felt your wetness seeping into the flimsy thong you had worn beneath the dress, “for whatever pl…pleases you, mi..mistress.”

The Japanese woman stayed silent for a few moments more as you continued to grind, her thigh becoming slicker as your breaths grew labored. “Good answer, keep going.”

You nodded more focused on your pleasure than your mistress’s words as you felt your peak drawing nearer. But Mina did not appreciate your lack of response, “You’re being naughty, stop.” But you weren’t listening as you continued grinding, moans slipping past your lips as you were a hair away from cumming.

However, you never reached the blissful end you were expecting as Mina took hold of your hips and pushed you off her thigh. Causing you to stumble back onto the floor as a very unsatisfying orgasm ripped through you, your inner walls clenched around nothing as the ruined orgasm finally passed. Your eyes brimmed with tears as you looked up to meet the disappointed gaze of your mistress.

Mina tsked as she stood up from her spot on the couch, “And here I thought you were a good girl this year, Y/N-ah. But I guess not. Do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby?”

You felt a small tremble of pleasure and fear race up your spine as you nodded slowly, “Th..they get pu…punished.”

That brought a smile to your girlfriend’s face, “Correct. So,” her voice turned dark, “bedroom. Now.”

You were quick to do as you were told not wanting to upset her further as you scrambled to make it to your guy’s shared bedroom. You knew better than to upset Mina further as you took your place on your knees at the foot of the bed.

“Look who wants to be a good girl, now.” The Japanese woman’s voice was condescending as you felt small under her domineering gaze, “Come.” Mina sat at the edge of the bed, her legs once again spread as you finally realized the outline of your favorite strap-on under her trouser seams. You crawled forward as you waited for her next instructions, “I don’t have all night, get to it.”

You immediately sat up on your knees as your fingers worked as nimbly as they could to unbutton and unzip your girlfriends slacks, finding that she forwent any panties as the strap all but sprung up and nearly hit you in the face. The toy had never looked more intimidating as it did in this moment as you looked up for permission, “Suck.”

Mina’s words were simple but they had the desired effect as you ran your tongue up the length of the strap, coating it in a thin sheen of saliva as you licked up to the head of the shaft. Even though you knew your girlfriend couldn’t fully feel the true effects of your tongue, but you would be damned if you didn’t give her a good show. And by the way Mina was slowly bucking up into your mouth it was having the desired effect.

You continued teasing the head of the toy before you felt a firm pressure at the back of your head as your mistress began forcing more of the strap into your throat as you had to prevent yourself from pulling away as you relaxed. When Mina believed that you got the message she stopped urging you forward letting you catch your breath as you took in more of the toy till you physically couldn’t anymore before pulling back to the head. You took a second to breath before going back down but this time you wrapped your fist around the base of the toy and began stroking up to meet your lips, causing the toy to rub against your girlfriend’s clit and g-spot as the insertable part was jostled by your movements as well.

Mina moaned as her hips rose to meet your mouth, inadvertently forcing more of her cock into your throat as she chased her peak. Drool spilled from the corner of your lips and pooled into your palm, slicking your hand’s movements as your girlfriend drew closer to her orgasm. Your girlfriend’s breathing became ragged and her pace was beginning to falter, a signal that had been ingrained into your brain that she was close. But before you could send her hurtling into the pleasure filled abyss, for the second time that night she pulled you away.

The feeling of the toy slipping out of your mouth startled you slightly but you didn’t get a chance to question it as Mina reversed your positions and stood from the bed. Pulling you up then bending you over the side as she flipped up your skirt and pulled your ruined thong to the side. The insides of your thighs were covered in your wetness, you moaned as you felt Mina run the strap through your folds, slicking the head even further before she positioned the toy at your entrance. “Color?”

You didn’t even need to think, “Green!”

Without wasting another second your girlfriend pushed in, your inner walls gladly parting for your mistress’s cock as you moaned aloud. You felt unbelievably full as she bottomed out inside of you, Mina held still for a few moments to allow you to adjust to the stretch for pulling out till only the head of the strap remained inside before thrusting back inside.

The ruined orgasm you had experienced earlier in the evening came back with a vengeance as the knot in your stomach was wound so tight that you swore it could snap at any second. Your body was flushed with pleasure as your moans grew louder as you began rocking back to meet Mina’s thrusts, “F..fuck I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum!”

This time your girlfriend didn’t stop you, “Cum for me Y/N-ah!”

You didn’t hold anything back as you felt the knot inside you snap, you bit the comforter to prevent yourself from screaming as Mina continued fucking you through your orgasm. But your fingers began digging into the bed when you realized she wasn’t stopping. “Mi…Mina!?”

“One more baby, give me one more.”

Her voice was calm as her brows were creased in concentration as her hips somehow sped up and began thrusting into your harder as she too chased her orgasm. Tears stung your eyes as your body began to overload with pleasure as you felt an even bigger orgasm building up inside of you. The sound of your bodies meeting filled the room where your moans didn’t as you began falling over the edge again.

A scream ripped itself from your chest as Mina thrusted into you for a final time as she came, but your brain was a mess as your inner walls gripped along your mistress’s silicone shaft attempting to milk it for all it was worth as you squirted slightly onto the floor. Your legs shook so bad that if Mina had not been holding you up you would have collapsed onto the ground. You barely realized how sleepy you were becoming as Mina slowly pulled out and began helping you into bed.

She quickly busied herself with cleaning and undressing you before undressing herself and slipping into bed beside you. You immediately curled into her arms as Mina placed a gentle kiss on your temple.

“You truly are the best Christmas gift I could have ever asked for.”

You smiled as you felt sleep begin to take you, “You too, Minari. Love you.”

Mina didn’t even get a chance to respond before you were asleep in her arms, a soft smile gracing her lips as she held you closer, “I love you too, Y/N-Chan. Merry Christmas.”

#twice #fortwice #twice imagines #twice prompts #twice smut #twice fluff #myoui mina #twice mina #myoui mina x fem reader #myoui mina x reader #merry christmas #twiceinadream

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 1 year

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𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚, 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 — 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐝

Summary: Spencer and Reader are up late wrapping last minute presents and sharing secrets. Content Warning: 16+: Pregnancy, parenthood, tame bedroom dirty talk Word Count: 2.1K Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem Reader Christmas Fic Masterlist

Santa, Baby

The house, decorated with homemade Christmas garland and toddler made Christmas ornaments, was uncommonly quiet. A hush fell over the small, yet cozy Cape Cod as snow piled in a picturesque blanket on the yard. A week old snow-family stood lopsided out on the front yard, welcoming the falling snow. Spencer’s quiet slumber and warmth threatened to lull Y/N to sleep. She hesitantly flipped over her half of the sheets, regretting that she neglected to wrap the plethora of presents bought for their kids.

Still sleeping deeply, Spencer’s hands glided across the warm flannel sheets, seeking out any part of Y/N he could reach. He hummed blissfully when his hands found Y/N’s waist. He slipped under the pajama shirt and his cold hands were icicles against her bare skin.

“Spence,” she groaned, watching intently as Spencer’s eyes fluttered open, “Go back to sleep. You’re exhausted and–”

“And I’m going to come wrap presents with you.” Spencer injected. He smiled softly in the dark. His kind eyes melted whatever resolve she clung onto. “Come on, I wanna help. Besides, someone’s got to help you eat the cookies.”

Y/N smiled, knowing well enough that she already decided to give into Spencer the second he fluttered his eyes open. “Come on then. I’ll let you come if you finish off that spiked cider with me. There’s two glasses and a plate of sugar cookies that have our names on it.”

She leaned across the bed, kneeling into the mattress, and knotted her fingers in Spencer’s hair. He welcomed the touch, placing his hands on her forearms. Spencer’s hair was messy with her fingers running through it, but he didn’t care to fix it. Instead, he allowed himself to melt into the solace that fell between them. He felt her cool, peppermint breath tingle his lips as she made her way across his jaw and down toward his collarbone.

“You know,” Spencer started, a playful smile materializing on his well-kissed lips, “At the rate you’re going we’ll never make it downstairs.” He looked almost proud of himself, with Y/N straddling his waist and his delicately strong hands bracing her hips. Smiling knowingly, Y/N leaned forward, nipping Spencer’s ear. She planted kisses against his soft skin, taking note – and great pleasure, when he groaned at her ministrations.

“You know,” she said, mimicking Spencer’s coy tone just moments before, “At the rate we’re going, we’ll have to find ourselves another stocking for next Christmas.”

She didn’t need to look at Spencer to know that he was blushy fiercely. To think that the thought of having another baby with her, while they already had two sleeping soundly the next room over, made him blush was almost too much for Y/N to handle. She stood up, feet on the ground as she planted herself between Spencer’s legs.

“Does that excite you, Spence?” She whispered in his ear, her voice so low and so sweet that it made his skin crawl with anticipation. Y/N’s mouth found him in the dark, yet again. She nipped at his lower lip, catching it in between her teeth and tugging expertly as he moaned into her mouth. As fast as it all started, riddled with sleeplessness and marred by procrastination, Y/N left him. Spencer was cold, missing the warmth of her body pressed into his and did the only reasonable, logical thing: followed his wife.

He heard her first. She stirred in the kitchen, making more sound than she intended as she heated up something on the stovetop. Spencer watched from the living room, the pile of unwrapped toys and gifts kept him company.

Spencer, from his childhood to early adult life, never had a reason to like Christmas. It never felt like a true white Christmas in Las Vegas, anyway. He supposed that the lack of snow and chill was the least of his worries growing up, as was having a cheery Christmas. But Spencer, much older, much wiser was a dad. And as a father, he’ll be damned if his children don’t get the best Christmases ever.

Lost in thought, Spencer hardly noticed when Y/N sat beside him. He felt the couch sink in, alerting him that someone was next to him. He turned facing Y/N in the glow of the Christmas tree lights. Spencer always loved the way she looked, but there was something about the way the multicolor Christmas lights twinkled in the reflection of her eyes that made his wife particularly stunning.

“You look worried.” Y/N noticed, handing Spencer a cup of steaming spiked cider. The spices and heat tickled Spencer’s nose and warmed his hands as he grasped it.

He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, “Just thinking.” He hoped that it would be smooth enough to not have to go deeper into what was turning the cogs in his mind. Even though he tried to stop it, Spencer’s mind kept replaying. Even though it was just seconds earlier, his mind was a kaleidoscope of flashbacks of her body writhing under his and echoes of her teasing him, whispering into his ear taunting him with what they both know they desperately want.

“I can tell,” Y/N teased, sipping the hot cider, “Well, we do have a lot of presents to wrap. And it’s still early so we can put on one of those overly competitive baking shows and just vent. You’ll go to town wrapping Auggie’s clothbound set of Chronicles of Narnia and I’ll just listen to you, love.”

A smile, although fraught and shy, tugged at Spencer’s lips. Y/N had an uncanny ability to put him at ease. He looked at her, from across the steaming spiral of cider, through the multicolored, candy-coded haze of Christmas lights and kissed her cheek.

“Sounds like a plan.” He said, whispering against her cheek. He kissed the corner of her mouth, which hid a smile of her own.

Y/N handed Spencer the scissors and roll of Christmas themed wrapping paper. Carefully, Spencer laid out the present, a toddler’s toy cash register set with play money, on the coffee table.

“Watch the drinks, Spence!” Y/N said, nudging Spencer as she tucked her feet under her knees and brought her drink to her lips. “I’ve been home with a 6 year old and a 3 year old all week. You’ll be making me another one if you spill this.” She warned with a teasing glare.

Spencer nodded, sipping the hot drink from his own cup and holding it in his hands. He felt the warmth of the cider slide down his throat and land in the pit of his stomach. He watched silently as Y/N wrapped the remaining presents. He felt himself slip away again, mind stolen from the moment by the worry that placed itself front and center of his thoughts.

A tentative worry plagued Spencer’s face as he threw Y/N a cautioned look. “Is it hard on you? I mean, God, that’s a stupid question. I’m gone a lot, I know it’s hard on you without you having to tell me. I just mean, if we were to have more…”

“You want to have more kids, Spence?” Y/N asked, eyes open wide, despite the hefty amount of booze that once filled her drink.

“Yeah, I mean...” Spencer stammered, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just. I know it was dirty talk, or whatever,” he blushed, reliving the thrill that flooded his system earlier, “I just think we make really neat kids. And you’re such a good mom. And I love being a dad. I know it’s a lot, on you in particular. But I’ll scale back at work. I’ll get a new job if you want. It might be nice to be home more for August and Ellie and you, regardless of what happens or doesn’t happen.” Spencer said, looking at Y/N’s eyes, searching for something lost in the lines that crowd her face.

“Spence,” Y/N said, eyes tearing involuntarily as Spencer’s hands came to rest on her kneecap, “I don’t know how you do it, love, but you always know exactly what to say. I wanted to wait till tomorrow. I had this whole thing planned. It’s kind of stupid in hindsight, but you would have thought it was cute.”

“Tell me what?” Spencer dared, eyes frantically watching as Y/N rummaged into her basket of yarn, “Y/N.”

“Spencer Reid.” She said, taking his hands into her hands with such care and love Spencer would have thought he was built of something fragile and precious. “You’re the absolute love of my life. I think I know you better than you know yourself sometimes, but for this,” her voice choked a little, hitched on the words that tumbled out without care or grace, “I’ll admit for this, I was a little scared. Three kids…is hard. It’s a lot of work, but there’s no one. Not a single other soul on this planet or any of the universes I’d rather be doing this with.”

Spencer sat there, hot mug of cider still in hand, watching in awe as his wife placed a small box in his lap. Carefully, tentatively Spencer laid the cup down on the coffee table and shot a look full of love for his wife toward her.

“Is this what I think it is?” Spencer asked. His fingers delicately gripped the red satin ribbon and tugged it apart.

“Just open it, Spence!” Y/N whispered-screamed. She watched with worry and excitement casting brilliant and stunning shadows on her face.

Spencer pulled off the lid and revealed the contents of the package. He was stunned. He licked his lips, a wave of disbelief washed over him as he registered exactly what the little plastic test with two pink lines.

“Is this…is this real?” Spencer questioned. He was hesitant, still conditioned to face good things that happened to him with both an err of caution and disbelief. “We’re having….you’re pregnant?”

The Christmas tree lights danced in the background like tropes of multicolored ballerinas on pointe shoes cascading their twinkling light against the cream colored wall as a backdrop. Her face, perpetually angelic, crinkled at her eyes and mouth and nose with a potent mixture of happiness and love. Her laugh was what broke Spencer’s resolve. He felt a thud of weight against his body and the air knocked out of him as Y/N launched herself into his arms.

He held her gently, unable to whisper how happy…how genuinely happy he felt in the moment. Spencer’s eyes leaked tears that fell against Y/N’s shoulders. He could smell the cinnamon and maple syrup against her breath as he kissed her. It was a soft kiss, the kind of kiss that happened all the time between them.

“So the cider,” Spencer started, worry and confusion plaguing Spencer’s face, “I’m guessing your’s wasn’t spiked.” Y/N laughed, careful to keep the noise at a low volume as Spencer held her in his arms. His hand rested on her lower abdomen as wonder and care filled his eyes.

“No, neither was yours. You’re too much of a lightweight to tell something so important while tipsy.” Y/N explained. “But um, this is a happy thing right for you too?”

Spencer grabbed Y/N’s hand, kissing the place where she wore her wedding ring during the day. He traveled down her hand and kissed each individual knuckle. Spencer turned Y/N’s palm over, pecking and peppering kisses against her skin.

“Sleeping upstairs,” Spencer started, “are two people of three I love most in this world. And now you’re telling me there’s going to be a fourth. I can’t tell you Y/N how happy that makes me.”

Spencer’s heart swelled with pride as Y/N’s teary face interrupted the spiral of his mind. “Oh baby,” she whispered, leaning forward and planting kisses on Spencer’s neck, “I’m so happy you’re happy. I was worried.”

Spencer tucked a strand of his hair into his ear and kissed her temple. “Happy news, bad news, everything in between we are in this together, sweetheart.” Spencer reminded her. “You know you’re the love of my life right? Anything you do will make me just about the happiest man alive.”

“You are such a sap,” Y/N said teasingly, although the smile plastered to her face told a completely different story. “But you better know you make me ridiculously happy, my love.”

Spencer sank into the couch, comforted by the news that filled his heart with love and chest with pride. He rubbed shapes into Y/N's side as they whispered about what was to come. Eventually, silence. fell upon them as as their heartbeats melded into one.

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elrondsimp · 1 year

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The Hobbits x F! Reader

“Sleep Pile”

The sun began its slow descent in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the peaceful campsite where the Fellowship had decided to rest for a while. Exhausted from their long journey, the hobbits—Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, and Y/n—decided it was time to take a much-needed nap. They nestled together in a cozy corner of the camp, forming a small circle and intertwining their limbs.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Fellowship busied themselves with setting up the camp. Aragorn and Legolas gathered firewood, Gimli set up the cooking utensils, and Boromir arranged the sleeping arrangements for the night. Gandalf, ever watchful, observed the hobbits with a knowing smile.

As dusk settled over the camp, casting elongated shadows, the Fellowship completed their tasks and returned to their resting hobbit friends. They were taken aback when they saw the peculiar sight that awaited them. Frodo, Sam, Pippin, Merry, and Y/n lay slumbering in a haphazard pile, with Y/n gently perched on top of the boys.

Gandalf, his eyes twinkling with amusement, stepped forward to enlighten his companions. "Fear not, my friends," he said in his deep and reassuring voice. "This is not a cause for alarm. Hobbits have a charming custom of sleeping in piles to keep warm, especially in colder climates."

Aragorn, with a mixture of surprise and curiosity, knelt beside the slumbering hobbits. He gently brushed a strand of hair away from Y/n's face and marveled at the innocence and trust displayed in their slumbering forms. "It's quite endearing," he remarked, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

Legolas, who had seen many fascinating customs throughout Middle-earth, found himself captivated by this hobbit tradition. "Such camaraderie and closeness," he mused, his keen elven eyes scanning the intertwined figures. "Their bond grows stronger with each passing day."

Gimli, always quick with a gruff comment, chuckled and scratched his beard. "Well, I suppose it's better than lying alone on the cold, hard ground," he quipped. "I must admit, I envy them a bit."

Boromir, who had initially been taken aback by the sight, couldn't help but soften at the thought of the hobbits' affectionate slumber. He watched as the gentle rise and fall of their chests synchronized in perfect harmony, symbolizing the unity and resilience of the Fellowship.

The companions stood around the slumbering hobbits, their hearts warmed by the sight before them. They realized that amidst the perils and challenges they faced, moments like these were precious reminders of the bonds they had forged.

And so, with a renewed sense of camaraderie, the Fellowship decided to let the hobbits sleep peacefully, respecting their unique tradition. They settled down nearby, their watchful eyes ensuring the safety of their friends as the night deepened.

In the flickering firelight, the Fellowship found solace and strength in the love and loyalty they shared. They knew that the road ahead would be arduous, but with their unwavering bond and the unwavering spirit of the hobbits, they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

#lotr #the hobbit x reader #the hobbit #the fellowship of the ring #y/n #lotr x reader #fem reader #aragorn #gandalf #legolas #Gimli #pippin #merry #frodo #samwise

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼

Relationship: lawyer!amazon Natasha Romanoff x petite!curvy fem reader (big red and peach, NLLYL)

Words: ~1.6k

Summary: Christmas with your girlfriend is magical

Warnings: explicit language, soooooo much fluff, w/w, they’re massively in love, mentions of multiple orgasms, established relationship, relationship milestones, lots of kisses, no minors due to the AU

A/N: They are so soft and in love and so am I!! 🥰 Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays to all of you wonderful babies (and one in particular)

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You moaned and stretched as you woke up, frowning at the empty other half of the bed until you smelled coffee then smiling to yourself as you rose to your feet.

Nat was in the kitchen when you found her, making you melt a little at the sight of her making you pancakes in nothing except a very festive sweater and panties.

“Good morning and merry Christmas, peach.” She smiled at you and you got butterflies in your stomach, padding to her on bare feet and winding your arms around her so you could bury your face in her chest while she kissed the top of your head. “How did you sleep, baby girl?”

“You mean after you gave me five full body orgasms?” You tilted your head up and gazed at her with a warm smile, keeping your body pressed against hers even as she started plating the pancakes with her free hand. “Slept great, why didn’t you wake me up?”

“Because I gave you five full body orgasms.” She finished putting whipped cream on the pancakes and dolloped a little on the tip of your nose, leaning down and mouthing it off with a quiet purr while you giggled. “Baby needs her rest after that. Now eat your gingerbread pancakes, cutie. Then we’re gonna enjoy all the fresh snow that fell last night.”

It was so surreal seeing your über professional, shark of a lawyer girlfriend acting all soft and domestic, and you would never get sick of it. You hummed when she sat next to you and rested her hand on your thigh after pouring you coffee, gazing at her after every bite and feeling your chest hurt whenever she gave you that loving look. She wouldn’t even let you help her clean up, shushing you and throwing you over her shoulder to take you back to the bedroom so you could get dressed after she gave your ass a few good smacks. You were breathless and giddy by the time you were actually ready to go, even as you rolled your eyes at her insistence that she be the one to wind your scarf around your neck.

The world was so quiet and white and soft and utterly lovely when you stepped outside hand in hand, the snow crunching under your boots and your breath fogging in the air while you walked together. Snow was still falling silently, and the city seemed empty, since everyone was inside celebrating with their families, and it was like you two were the only people in the world.

And Nat. Nat was beautiful. Smiling at you constantly and holding you close with her cheeks and nose red from the cold and snowflakes stuck to her eyelashes. Made you lose your balance a few times because you couldn’t stop staring at her, but she always caught you.

Not that she could stop staring at you either, your muffled laughs and little frustrated huffs you made every time your feet slipped making her feel all kinds of warm. You were just so small and cute and precious and no one had ever made her happier than you did.

“Oh, okay, hold on.” She grabbed your waist when you got distracted and stepped on another patch of ice, pulling you tight and ducking to rub her nose against yours when you squealed before kissing you gently. “Your nose is freezing, peach, and so are your lips. We should get you home before they fall off, you’re shivering.”

“Yeah.” You squeaked when she kissed you again, beaming when the two of you started making your way back to her brownstone. “I wanna open my presents anyway.”

“Spoiled little thing.” Natasha squeezed you affectionately as she helped you make your way back. “I want you to open them too.”

“Yeah? What did you get me?” You pouted when she just shook her head at you. “Just give me a hint!”

“Nope.” She grinned at the petulant huff you let out, dragging you when you dug in your feet a little and chuckling at your bratty attitude. “Don’t be naughty now, I have zero qualms about spanking you on a holiday.”

“Oh no!” You giggled when she shoved you in front of her and pinched you, peeking at her over your shoulder and feeling your face heat up when she growled playfully. “I’d hate that.”

“You’re such a brat.” She swatted you again when you started to go up the stairs in front of her, winking when you looked back at her again. “Coal for you next year.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You gasped when she pressed you against the wall and started peeling you out of your cold weather gear, trying not to squirm when she gave you that intense gaze as you bit your lip. “I’m so cute, don’t think you can help but buy me pretty things.”

“Maybe.” She kissed you when you helped her undo her coat, nuzzling your cheek when you slid it down her shoulders as she unwound your scarf. “Watch your hands, peach.”

“Sorry.” You weren’t, but you still took your hands off her ass, pecking her lips one more time and following her into the family room so you could watch her light the fire as you settled in front of the tree. “Now gimme my presents.”

Nat just muttered about how spoiled you were again before sitting behind you, pulling you back against her chest and kissing your hair before handing you a gift from the small pile. There weren’t too many, but they were all thoughtful and sweet and made you beam at her every time you opened one. You didn’t even know where she’d found a first edition of your favorite book, or how she remembered the antique cameo that your grandmother had lost, but you kept falling deeper in love with her every time you opened something new.

She loved everything you got her too, especially the homemade card and the earrings from that tiny little boutique the two of you had found in Brooklyn that she had fallen in love with. Every time she kissed you and told you how perfect the present you had gotten her was, you giggled like a schoolgirl, burying your face in her shoulder and playing with the hem of her sweater while you tried to act like you were deliriously in love with her.

“Sweet girl, a little peach necklace?” Nat kissed you again and smiled against your skin when you squirmed in her lap, gazing at you adoringly and squeezing your waist before leaning back. “I just have a few more for you, close your eyes.”

“What? Nat!” You did as she said when she just pinched your cheek. “But we opened everything, where did you hide more presents?”

“Don’t worry about it.” She helped you to your feet and started leading you down the hall slowly. “You know how sneaky I can be.”

“Yeeeeeah, but…” you snorted when she hushed you, pouting when she made you stop so she could open a door as you tapped your foot impatiently. “I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.”

“Well that’s okay, just open your eyes.”

It took you a second, but the cat tree and the little jungle gym and toys and bowls and then a little fuzzy baby was wobbling towards you and you almost screamed.

“Nat!!! Shut the fucking door, oh my god!” You scooped the little grey kitten with the folded ears and the red ribbon up and damn it, you were crying when you turned back towards Nat. “You got me a kitten?!”

“Not just a kitten, peach.” She was smiling so hard her cheeks hurt while she looked at you, cupping your cheek gently and wiping away the happy tears as she stepped closer to you. “Look at the ribbon.”

“O-okay.” The crying was starting to turn ugly but you didn’t care, kissing the baby on his little head and pulling on the ribbon until it came loose. “It’s a key.”

“Yeah, it’s your key.” She kissed you and cooed when you sobbed, wrapping you in her arms and continuing to give you that look that made you melt. “And I didn’t want to try to lead you upstairs with your eyes closed, but Yelena and Kate moved in a bunch of your clothes while we were on our walk, and Sam and Buck and Clint are all set to move in your furniture whenever you want…”

You grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hungrily, moaning when you felt her grin against your lips and standing on your tiptoes so you could really drink her in. She held you until you finally pulled back to breathe, making you want to start blubbering when you saw her own eyes brimming with tears of happiness.

“I’m going to assume that means ‘yes’?” Nat pecked the tip of your nose while you nodded vehemently, her hands squeezing your hips while she kept smiling warmly at you. “Good, because I don’t think this little guy would enjoy split custody too much. You know what you want to name him?”

“Please, I would obviously end up with sole custody of the baby.” You scrunched up your face when she kept kissing your cheeks, cradling the kitten and leaning on her shoulder. “I think I’ll name him Gus.”

#natalie writes #natalie is in love #merry christmas #happy holidays #no love like your love au #big red and peach #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x plus size reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson character

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suekeyyyy · 5 months

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Merry Christmas.

Homelander x Spider-woman! Black! reader

Warnings: Smut, Fluffy, Christians,Degreeting, Spider-woman, pink, lingerie.

Summary: Jesse is Telaraña or The Boy's in World Spider-woman at 19, and she gets to be a part of The Seven Homelander likes her and they spend Christmas together.

Telaraña sits on of a Billboard Homelander with a Satan hat and his well-known smile. she had her suit on with a pink scarf eating her lunch from a food place nearby called Lucy's, I was just cheese fries with a sprite.

A group of people were below her what, then phones, taking pictures of the Supe some times she would glance at the crowd. When she felt a tap on her shoulder when she looked up, it was Homelander with that smile on. " Hello, Miss Telaraña." Homelander looks at her with an overly happy face almost Lust.

She smiles up at him. " Hi Homelander." She smiles back he looks away with a smirk and cleans his throat." I wanted to ask if you were still up for me coming over from Christmas?" Homelander put an emphasis on the word christmas. She faces him and tilts her head, "Of course."

Jesse sat in her kitchen eating a bag of Ruffles with a small glass of ice tea. When she heard her doorbell, she walked over to her front door to find Homelander right there.

The sudden site of Homelander sent Jesse into a small fan girl of panic, which, of course, Homelander enjoys. 'Ah, that's why Im here her.' He thought as he scrunched his face into a grin as he hovers at the doorway where Jesse is standing. She's wearing the ugliest sweater he has ever seen.

He points to the sweater. "What in the christ is that?" Jesse looks at her sweater that had a white cat with pink all over. "My christmas sweater. " She says with a pure smile.

"It's hideous," he points out. As he takes a closer look at it, he notices Jesse's cute face, her eyes, her smile—he's been with dozens of women, but none of them have had anything on her. "Did you pick that thing out?" " Yeah, to match the house." She says.

He raises an eyebrow. She's definitely not like the other women he's been with. The ones are all concerned with his fame and fortune. This one—there's nothing he could offer her. He finds it curious. "It's still hideous. But you're not..." "The white and pink lights match from head to toe, yes i am." She points to her house.

"Ahh... I don't mean that." He laughs, his eyes drifting up and down her body. "You're—quite beautiful actually. Gorgeous." He leans in and starts to whisper. "Much more lovely than you even realize. Perhaps I can show you." She knew what that face meant Sex... " So you wanted me to wear lingerie on christmas?" She asked.

"Would that be such a crime?" He chuckles. "I'm just saying, if I've got a woman as hot as you are in these—disgusting clothes, then she must wear something far more attractive. If we were going to be... Intimate, it would be a shame if you didn't look like the goddess you truly are." He grabbed her chin. " John, you didn't even come into the house yet to see my gift to you." She says sadly, and he just wanted sex how original. "Really? What is it?" He can't help but smile at how cute she looks when she's disappointed her face would blow up into a pout. " Why don't you come inside and see." She says, opening the door for him.

He follows her in, grinning as she shuts the door. It isn't often that he's in a position like this—being led along by someone, let alone a female, with no power or leverage to use on him. It's something he enjoys now that he's here. She walks into her huge living room where there is a big Christmas tree with pink around it.

He follows her into the massive living room filled with all the pink decorations, and he can't help but whistle. "Wow... You really like pink." He notes that detail."But this isn't... A little much for Christmas?"He asked most people have all kinds of corols." My family is coming cover on Christmas day, so I need the stuff. Oh, and would you want a normal gift or Sexy gift?" She grabbed I small box made of meal zinc.

"Hmm... Well..." He looks off and thinks about it for a moment. "I think sexy is the way to go." He smirks." Well, then you just sit on the couch, and I'll get your gift, Mr." She says, opening the box.

He plops down on the couch with a dramatic sigh, leaning back on it as he watches her. "Take your time, sweetheart. I know you're going to blow my socks off..." 'That's not the only thing I'll blow,' she thought. She comes back into the room with a Christmas bag. " I come only wear one of these outfits, okay?" She says, looking into his eyes.

And, oh my, is he ever looking into those eyes. Beautiful. 'Damn, is she ever not cute?' "Of course, sweetheart," he replies, nodding. "Show me the outfits." First, she pulled on a green Grinch lingerie that had Fur all over the bra top and had the word ' Naughty. ' On the panties. " This was my lease's favorite one." She says

"Your least favorite one?" He asked, amused. "Why not your most favorite one, then?" He glances at the outfit, imagining her in it. "I don't doubt that he was pleased if these are your choices." He smirked. " It's ugly and green, I don't look good in green, but the woman at the store insisted on me buying it so." He stops to think.

"Well..." He looks the outfit up and down, thinking about her in it. "I like that outfit on you. Green or not, I have no doubts it'll be a treat to see you in it. I don't think any color would be able to hide those curves."

" Fine." She drops the outline and pulls out the next one. " I like this one a little more." She says.

( The outfit two )

"... Good god." Homelander mutters, his eyes nearly popping out of his head when he sees the second outfit. She would be stunning in enough the Grinch outfit, but this one-piece...

"How... How could you even ask me which one for you to wear?" He says, laughing. "This one, honey, without question." "I have two more through." She says."What?! Well, by all means, don't leave me hanging on the other two. I just want to see how you can possibly top something as sexy as that one." He grins ear to ear. " Then you hold it." She hand him the outfit.

He smiles and takes the outfit from her hands, feeling the soft texture of it. He looks it over and can't help but raise an eyebrow as he looks back at her. "How the hell did you think anything else was gonna be better than this? Did you just pick the worst outfit to make the rest even more sexy?" He asked with a smirk." Yeah." She says in a teasing voice. " This you like?"

( Third outfit )

Her playful tone and the teasing in her eyes have John almost salivating over her. "I don't like it—I love it." He answers, his breath catching in his throat as he tries his best to keep his cool. "Your body looks absolutely stunning in anything you put on... But that is a show stopper." He looks off into thought." So this one or the second one." She says.

"Honestly... I can't even choose." He chuckles, a hint of admiration in his voice. "You would look hot in both. But if you want me to choose, that one. By a mile." She smiles he always compliments her, but this feels genuine. " Okay. " She hands him the outfit and takes the other.

He takes the second outfit but can't help but turn from it as she hands it to him, his eyes drawn to her hips and how they move. How her body hugs the suit so perfectly.

He clears his throat, his attention being snapped back to the outfit in his hands. "So... You're going to just... Put this on in front of me or?" She chuckles at him. " We still have one more handsome." She smirks. John smiles, biting his lip a bit. "Oh, is that right?" He asks. "Is it safe for me to say that this one is my favorite yet, or that is there still a chance I love the next one more?" She grabbed the outfit slowly. " This one is a little more conservative.

( The last outfit )

The outfit makes him chuckle. He can't help but smile at the absurdity of the fluffy balls, thinking of what it would look like on her body. "Hm... This one really is a lot more conservative than the others, not as sexy as the one before. But you never know... You've got a body that can make almost anything look hot. I'll reserve my judgment until you put it on." He looks her up and down. " So which one do you want for tonight?" She asked.

"Well..." He looks between all three of the outfits, making a mental image of her in each. "Honestly... I don't think there's a wrong choice here. But if you wanted to make me want this night to last as long as possible..." He pauses for a moment. "Then I say we go with that second outfit." He did really care which one it was." Okay." she grabbed the outfit and went upstairs to her room.

He chuckles, watching her walk away—her hips and body swaying with each step. "God, this is going to be a good night."

" Johnny, you can come up now!" She yells from upstairs.

"Don't have to ask me twice," he chuckles. He hurries up the stairs, walking into her room with a smirk. She was wearing the black and red one, and she had a pinkish red Santa hat in her hand.If it wasn't already obvious, he couldn't take his eyes off of her body. Her figure was filled out just perfectly by the outfit. He couldn't have imagined any other outfit that would look better on her. Even her hat made her seem somehow... Cuter.

"You look like a goddamn angel," he remarks, walking up to her. John steps towards her without hesitation.

She slowly sits up. " If you want all this." She moves her hand down her body." You have to wear this." She hands him the hat. He raises an eyebrow and grins. "You want me... To put on that hat?" He asks, taking the hat. " I had to put the outfit on." She says with a pout. He laughs.

"God, you really are adorable." He says, fitting the hat on his head. There's no reason for what it does to him, but she looks so much cuter after he's put the hat on... And she even seems to find it endearing, her eyes widening, her mouth curling into a smile. "There, you happy? Do you think this makes me look stupid?"

" Oh so handsome." She says, kissing him. He can't help but chuckle, kissing her back. It's a silly hat, and he feels stupid wearing it, but she's just so goddamn sweet and lovable that he can't bring himself to hate it. "I'm surprised someone hasn't snatched you up already. You're a goddamn angel." She giggled he pulled her even closer, his eyes closed as his lips met hers. His heart is pounding, and he thinks about how good she feels in his arms.

"God, you're so gorgeous," he says in between kisses. She holds onto his face. John pushes her back into the bed, kissing down her neck. She moans out loud.

The sound of her moan makes his heart race even faster. She's so hot and adorable, and he wants her right now. He lets out some moan of his own when she leans forward on the bed, allowing him access to her neck and the soft curve of her body.They hear a small brak from the other side of her pink room, and she stops to look.

"What was that?" He pulls away from her neck, looking for the source of the noise. She looks over the bed to see Lily the toy poodle on the side of the bed braking. How did they not see her she was sleeping on her dog bed until the moaing started.

Lily's sudden appearance causes John to flinch a bit in surprise, wondering if he'd been spotted.

"Uh... You got a pet?" He asks, noticing the little poodle.

" Yeah, she was a gift from my dad." She says, sitting up and walking Lily out of the room.

"Huh." He says, chuckling. It's probably just because they're in their early 20s, but the idea of someone having a toy poodle is strange to John. He follows her out of the room, though, his eyes lingering on her hips as she walks away."But don't you have the bunny too?" He asked.

" Yes, I do." Jesse let the puppy into the hallway the puppy wandered away.

Once she's out of the room, he follows close behind her. "And where do you think you're going?" His voice has a playful tone to it as he steps up next to her. She giggled. " No where. " She kissed him and closed the door.

He kisses her back, pulling her even close to him. Her soft lips make him shiver. "Good." He says, his hands roaming across her body. Coming to the top of her bra and pulling it down.

🩷 Time skip 🩷

John's laying beside her, his body wrapped around hers as he rests his head on her breast. Her skin is soft and warm beneath his head. He looks down at her face, seeing her face at the most relaxed he's ever seen. The small smile on her lips, the way she looks so peaceful, makes his heart flutter.

"God, you're so beautiful." He whispers and kisses her boobs.

" You're not going to live me here again?" She asked, playing with his hair."How could I?" He smiles, his eyes closed as he basks in her touch. His body still felt warm from their time together. His fingers run through her soft hair. "You're too amazing for me to ever want to leave. I want to spend every night next to you."

" On Halloween, you did it." She says softly.

"Yes, I did." He answers, not wanting to tell her the reason why. How could he tell her? She'll never look at him the same way again. He knows it. "I'm sorry... It won't ever happen again."

" I hope not." She says, holding him close.

Maybe I'll tell her one day... But definitely not now. "I promise." She can feel his heart beating. Her body makes him feel so at ease, and he's never felt anything more peaceful than this. It's impossible to be unhappy or sad when she's here, holding him close.

Notes: 🩷🛍🩰MERRY XMAS!!!🩰🛍🩷

#Spotify #x black fem reader #x black reader #x reader #homelander #homelander x reader #homelander imagine #the boys imagine #christmas #merry christmas

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 5 months

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as long as you love me so, let it snow

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ AGATHA'S MAIN PAGE ❣

Summary : you never engage easily into any social gatherings, you're very quiet until Eddie came

Word Count : I apologize for not eyeballing the count 😭

Warnings : 18+ Rockstar!Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (20), jealous!reader, unrequited feelings, idiots in love, no use of y/n, reader is insecure at some points, modern setting, Eddie is very friendly and sweet and that alone can be shocker to reader! not in a bad way she's just not used to it, reader is not easy to form a bond at first since she's too serious and Eddie is very patient with her! 😭💖 (omg- I seriously need him- no joke)

What to Expect : strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst, come on, you guys it's Christmas I'm treating you very dearly with loads of content 😚

Note To Reader : I just came up with this idea that reader is usually reserved until Eddie like a switch that finally someone light up her world! 🥹🫶🏻

Author Note : I really hope that y'all gonna love the Christmas specials that I'm putting up before 2023 ends (I'm so active- like?!? WHO AM I?!?)

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!! 🎄☃️❄️💓✨

You don't usually get so excited when it's the holidays

But, you do enjoy, seeing everyone and having your stomach full from all of the feast

You're just not in the mood to interact since your social battery? can drain easily, you can't keep up that long, sometimes

Sure, you do have friends around that is genuinely do care for you and always be there for you

You're really just not an energetic person

That is until..... He came

You became friends with Nancy at the University and still- you're being in denial that you found yourself a friend

Nancy invited you over to Hawkins to spend your Christmas with them- you're very hesitant at first but you give it a try

The fact you thought you'll messed it all up because you're so nervous to meet her friends and family for the first time

It's your second time here and you just really don't understand why you feel looking forward about this, again

It's a new feeling and it's so foreign

You're leaning standing on the side of the room while watching the snowflakes fall outside

The kids are bickering each other over something and a year later you're still amused observing them

"What do you suggest that we should do?" Dustin sighs in exasperation as he holds his list of Christmas activities on his hand

He taps his pen below his chin as he couldn't taken a hold of his impatience towards his friend

He groans in frustration "Make up your mind!-"

"We should do a movie marathon- we haven't done that yet!" Max spoke up before she could hear Dustin's banter

"That's- impossible- our schedule is clearly tight! No one can attend since all of us are not available!"

"All of us?!? You haven't asked anyone yet!"

"You don't believe me?!? I'm not wrong about this, Max" Dustin throw his hands up in surrender

Max nods as she raises her eyebrows and crossing both of her arms at the same time as she jerks her head towards everyone else in the room gesturing to ask about the plan

Dustin shakes his head at her as he goes out to ask anyone

To his surprise, she's right

Max smirks at him when you're the only one left

"My god- your plan still sucks, Max" he mumbles to himself, he winces when realized he said it in his outside voice

"Could you think for a better activity?" Max replies in a sassiest way as she watches him walking towards you

"Your films choices are awful" Dustin said without looking back at her but she can see the disgust look from his face

"Hey, Top Gun is not awful!" Max shouted as she rolls his eyes at him

"Hi"

You look back at the kid in front of you, nervously clasps his hands together

"What up?" You manage to form a small smile as you bring your body forward to face him properly

He raises his eyebrows, of course- he knows that you're not into small talk but to all of young kids in the group?

You're still cool to them

Why? You seriously have no idea why someone like you and even use you as a role model

Maybe, they love you because you're very authentic and real

Yes, you being the silent one but also you're the most protective and strongest person of them all

They admire everything about you and you never ever understood it why

All you can say is that you're just so very grateful to have them in your life

So grateful

"Uh, are you game for a movie marathon with us? everyone is invited"

You nod and think about it for a moment until you can finally muster to say something back

"When?"

"This coming Saturday"

You nod again and there's your same old dialog

"Is he coming tho?"

"Who?"

"Eddie"

"Y-Yeah- I haven't asked him about it yet since he's not here and I'm sure, he'll be there"

"I'll go, why not- I'm not doing anything on that day, so...." you shrug smile at him

"Great!" The boy shows his pearls and the grin grows even more wide when he looked at over your shoulder

And the man in question is coming in to put his arms around you before you can even follow the kid's gaze- you melt within his touch

"What's happening?" He asks as he turns his head at you and Dustin

"Movie Marathon, this Saturday" you fill him in

"Ooh" he beams in interest "I am so in!"

Dustin hops lightly on the floor as he gives both of you a thumbs up as he goes back to Max who smiles so smugly at him now

"What are you doing by the window?"

You scratch your head "Watching the snow? I'm just bored- I guess" you slumped your shoulders

"Aww- just say it that you missed me" he pulls you by his side and you roll your eyes playfully

You know what he's doing, he wants you to laugh and he never fails by attempting to do so

But in fact- you really do miss him

Just too afraid to admit your feelings too vulnerable

Eddie continues to tease as you finally tug up a smile at him

"Ah yes finally there's my girl!"

You giggle as you poke his side by using your elbow as he laughs as well

"Look what I found at the store"

He surprises you by a gift, it's a small cute white teddy bear with red bow on the neck and your eyes flashes in astonishment

"Eddie- you did not-" you hold the teddy bear as he can see the joy glint on your eyes

Your gaze softens at him "Thank you"

"Don't mention it, sweets" he says as leans down to kiss on top of your head

"I am happy to see you happy" he adds and that makes your heart swell even more

You're absolutely not falling for him, are you?

"I'll be back for dinner, Nance" you announced as you check yourself in the mirror

"Going out with Eddie, again?"

"Yeah, why?" You asked her in the reflection

A mischief on her eyes, you can't miss it

She leans on her side on the wall as she watches you adding a lip and cheek tint

"Nothing, it's just that you look cute together"

You slowly turn to look at her with a look that says "Seriously?"

"I'm serious! I mean- ever since I bought you here- you two- just I don't even know how it happened- you both clicked!" She exclaims as she scoffed at you while shaking your head as you dismissive a hand at her

"And ever since then- it's obvious to everyone that if someone else sees you both- you both looked like in a relationship" she added as she waits for your reaction

"I'm sure that his only true intentions are being with friends with me, nothing more than that" you say as you put your makeup back in your shoulder bag

"Keep telling that to yourself and just watch it become real right before your very eyes" she argues with you as she takes a deep breath before continuing

"For example- you said in the first place that I ain't gonna be your bestfriend and look what happened"

She has a damn point

Seeing her smiling to herself at the back of your head knowing fucking damn well that she is indeed right to her guts

You roll your eyes at her as you open the door

"Bye, Nance" you bid goodbye with a snarky tone

She only chuckles at your ignorance as she waves at you

Eddie is always have been so caring for you

He did all of this for you

When he can do something else or choose someone else to hang out with

Instead, he always chose to be with you

Why is that?

In your friendship, Eddie is the loudest and talkative and he really doesn't mind if you don't talk a lot like him and he just admires you for being a good listener

You don't even know of how a good friend you are like you just need to know that you are

You made him realized a lot of things that he did last year when he could cut off some people

When he should've done it ages ago

You're the one that pushed him to do it and to not be scared to do it for his own well-being

You're there when he's having a hard time to move on- you even comforted him that is okay to feel this way and it's completely normal

You're an amazing person in his eyes

You made him feel that he's worthy and lovable and his mission is to make you feel that way too

You listen to him with a smile on your face, you can't fight it off everytime you spend time with him

His always animated when it comes to storytelling and it's really entertaining to watch him gush over the things that you could relate to

You're taking a big step because you're obviously not being honest with your feelings so....

"Eddie- wait a second" you interrupt him at his mid-sentence

He stops as he clears his throat, he immediately rests his hand on top of yours as you look down smiling at it

"I'm sorry, I just wanted to ask"

"Sure, go ahead"

You look through his eyes and by that you knew, you knew you could say anything to him without judgement behind it

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?"

"Being so nice to me, I mean- sometimes I get confused like I don't know if it's just your personality for being this sweet or you do this with anyone"

"I like you" he says plainly with a cheeky smile that shows his dimples

You flustered at his reply "W-What?"

"I just like you- don't get me wrong- I love all of my buddies out there but whenever I'm with you- I feel complete"

"But I'm not that outgoing person"

"What do you mean?"

"What I'm saying is that don't you get tired of me? Or like get bored hanging out with me?"

"Why would I think something like that? Do you think I thought about something like that?"

You blink and your duck your head down shyly as you shook your head

You curse your negative thoughts inside your head literally ruining the beautiful moment that you're having right now

You tried your best not to think of them too long, wishing for all of it to just go away

"Listen" he leans forward to hold both of your hands

You raise your head slowly, too nervous to see the anger in his eyes but you saw nothing

Just pure understanding and compassion

Your heart skips a beat at the sight of it

"I like you for being who you are and I even more love it when we both have the same qualities like you don't give a fuck about anyone else" he exaggerates his words that you always liked and that earns a small chuckle from you and he smiles at it

"You helped me and I'll be doing the same thing with you like you have no idea- how much you mean to me and I just wanna say thank you for everything" he says with so much love on his words like you can't trace anything that is half-hearted

Every part and every word he said comes straight from his heart

He just cannot do that to you and say something like that

The feeling is really feeling, you're knocking off every tendency not to kiss him on the spot

"But I feel so bad for you like I think I'm extra hella mean to you at the first meeting"

Yeah, you're right, he knows that- hell- he even remembers everything on your first encounter together

You always have your guard up and despite your feisty and always looked so intimidating

That didn't made Eddie stop for being friends with you, like he's even the one who approached you, he is willing to do anything and so eager to be in your life

You don't stopped him

You didn't even try to push him away

You don't threaten him to go away

It's because you liked his company

You liked how he is so patient with you

You thought giving him the lousy replies and statements will make him leave but he didn't

He stayed

He is so glad that he did because he gotten the first belly genuine laughs, the first excitement from your eyes, the first cute and adorable reactions at you

As if he can read your mind "Does that stop me from being your friend?"

"No"

"Exactly"

You chuckled slightly "I just don't understand why out of all the people you chose to be friends with me"

"You don't believe that you can have a cool metalhead bestfriend like me?" He says cockily with a lazy smile on his face that made you throw fries at him

He blocked it as he blows raspberry at you "Aha! You missed!"

You chuckled as you pinch his cheeks "Gotta go at the restroom but I'm not done with you yet" you point at him

As he pretends to be petrified at you "Ooh- look at me! I'm getting killed!"

You laugh as you shake your head at him

You check yourself once more at the mirror

You swore to yourself that you're gonna tell him this time around

You gotta admit it

You inhale and exhale as you walk out of the restroom

The smile on your face falls as it lands on the girl that he's talking to

He looks.... glad?

Oh- so this is what it feels to be jealous

You feel nauseous on the scene that happening right now

The girl who is talking to him is so

You saw Eddie dismissing his hand at her as if telling her to keep the conversation short but the girl just won't let it drop as she continues to babble

You know Eddie, he is just too polite to just say "fucking shut up and leave me alone"

You feel so annoyed and also angry at the same time

You reached over at the hem of your purple dress as you crunch it down not caring if it makes a crinkle out of the fabric

You missed the fact that Eddie is now brand new upcoming artist and this is the only beginning of his career

You huffed when she finally leaves

Eddie lights up that you came back on your seat across from him but only to find the hot raging fire that is on your eyes

He doesn't even know where it is coming from

He has never seen you this angry

If you try to look at him, he swear that your looks could kill any person in the room right now

You look intimidating in your usual resting face but with a mad emotion forming up?

This is the only time that he really felt intimidated

"Is everything okay?" Trying to look at your fiery eyes, he is confused, of course- he keeps rethinking everything that made you mad

"Yeah, I'm good" you say unenthusiastically as you finish your milkshake

By the tone of your voice, suddenly the room felt too hard to breathe because you still haven't looked at him just yet because he knows you're avoiding it

He swallows as he chews quietly on his burger

The ride home was like a screeching metal sound that is begging to be stopped

It's so ridiculously quiet

You're giving him the silent treatment?

He is appalled, appalled in a way that this is how you really get upset

He's gonna remember this, so he it won't happen again

Hopefully, never again

And that was it- that was the night

You didn't say goodbye or didn't say anything after that

When Nancy saw you with the look- she knows that you needed to be alone

"What's with her?"

"Huh?"

Lucas nudges his chin towards you as he waits for Mike reply

Your usual resting face looks even more colder than before

You sitting alone in a couch, arms crossed, as you pretend to watch on whatever the TV is playing

Mike glances at you and he felt a dagger stabs through his heart when he saw your face

"Maybe, it has something to do with-"

"Eddie"

Lucas and Mike looked back at each other with raised eyebrows as they run out and look for their dungeon master

The boys knew, of course- how much he feels for you, so, they're gonna help cause' that's what real friends do

"You have to fix it" Lucas blurted it out

"What?"

Eddie is talking to Jeff and Gareth, when the two young boys interrupt their conversation

"You have to make amends with her!" Mike points at you

Eddie follows the kid's direction as he blinks rapidly and gulped

"Nah- Uh- I can't"

"Why?"

"Because- fuck- you know how she's like when she's like that?!?"

"But you have to-"

"Don't worry about it, fellas- he's already concocting a solution" Gareth speaks as he throws a wink

"He's actually talking about her with us" Jeff snickers as he watches Eddie stresses

Eddie only grumbles in response when his bandmates exposed the conversation earlier

"The look on your face is not appealing for this time of the year"

The familiar voice behind you spoke as you throw your head back at the soft surface

"Hey" you say with literally 0% energy

Robin sits beside you as she takes a good look at you

"My, My, My, I can see it- jealousy, clear as day" she gestures at your face as you scoff

She only smirks "What's going on inside your mind, huh?"

"I just saw him talking to another girl yesterday" you sneered as you clenched your jaw

She clicks her tongue as she brings herself closer to you

You furrow your brows as you watch her lean forward

The scariest thing with Robin is that she can read your fucking mind

"If you're thinking about Eddie hanging out with other girls" she clears her throat and straighten herself up

As if she prepares for an ultimate speech

"Well, for your information, sweet pea- is that he never does that to anyone, he only does that to you!" She punctuates every word she said with a finger pointing at you

Still, you won't let her see your surprised expression, you try to mask it

You tilt your head at her as you laugh in disbelief

"Please be fucking for real, Robin?"

She chuckles at your stubbornness "Girl- If you're weren't present right now, he won't attend and he won't be here if it wasn't for you"

You went silent on that because Robin is making sense

A lot of sense

"Eddie is never the one to show up in these events but when you came around- he's always here"

Robin added a lot more sizzle on the stove that made the fire inside of you grows larger

You remember that

It was so late that night but Eddie came last minute because Nancy mentioned about you staying and spending the holidays with them

You're aware that she always talks about you

That's why he's so excited to meet you in the first place

Robin smiles like a freaking Cheshire cat when she successfully made your brain go right where it belongs

Your eyes might hurt for eyerolling too much as you get up and headed towards to-

Obviously, Eddie

Robin giggles as she says "Glad to be a part of your service!"

You saw Eddie yelling over to his friends and bandmates as they stopped talking when they saw you

He knits his brows as they watch all of them go running away one by one

When he turns around, he sighs nervously

"I just wanna apolog-"

"I'm sorry"

Both of you talked over to each other as you both stare and he wants to laugh at how ridiculous this is

"I appreciate everything, you've done for me- Eddie- and I apologize for my behavior last night"

"No- it's okay-" he stopped at what he's supposed to do when

His idiotic mind finally catches up at the thing that annoyed you last night

"Oh- is that girl!"

You frown at him "Look- you don't have to bring it up-'" you sigh in defeat

"You know what- this is bullshit- I'm outta here" you walk away but he tails at you

"You can't"

"Why?!?"

"it's blizzard out there!"

You glance the window outside, it's a damn snowstorm- alright

"I'm gonna find my way out of here"

"What?! why do you want to do that?!"

"To stay the hell away at you"

He laughs darkly as he jogs over your path to block you- you crossed both of your arms

"That girl yesterday was one of the bullies that made my life, the hardest, I didn't gave her the satisfaction that just because I'm getting better at my career, I won't forget the things she do to me before"

The crease in your forehead flattens as you look at him directly

"So, you don't have to be jealous over something that isn't necessary" he finishes with that

Oh, he is speaking the truth and that makes even feel more worst than ever

Not a single fucking thing that says "dishonest" on his eyes

HE IS THE IDEAL MAN

"Guess what? Eddie- that won't convince me!" You sarcastically replied with a fake smile as you move over aside to walk out of him

He knows this wouldn't be easy, he smiles down and he's amused at this

He shook his head as he spoke again

"You missed my hint"

You halt your tracks as you look back at him

"Missed what?!?" annoyance setting in your tone

He walks towards at you with a smirk laying on his face

"I gave you a hint yesterday and you missed it"

You squint your eyes at him as you try to remember the things that he said to you

The simmering anger inside of you that almost bubbled into the boiling point has died down when it finally hit you

"I like you" his voice echoes to your mind

When you look back at him, he smiles wildly as he moves closer to you

He puts your wispy bangs on the side as he can see it hurting your eyes

Your gaze softens as he whispers "You're so pretty"

And out of the blue, there goes his antics, he goes down on his knees

"I would seriously die for you!" He shouts out loud earning an attention to some of your friends

You laugh as you try to help him get up but he won't budge

"I will worship you every single day until I die!"

Steve appears in the corner as he announces

"The Grinch is about to start y'all gonna miss it!"

You and Eddie giggle as he finally back up to his feet

Both of you get what you want to chomp down while watching the film

He gave you, your favorite, the buttered popcorn

You blushed as you about to take it he pulled you as he kisses your cheek that alone made you let out a small gasp and he smirks

Causing you to flip him off as he laughs

While heading at the living room both of you started teasing at each other

"if you left you won't be getting that popcorn"

"Yeah, yeah, you won- stop gloating already"

"You love me, don't you?"

"Shut up"

"You love meeee"

"I do"

He's like a goddamn kid, hopping like a toddler as he pulls you to his side, you look at him with a glowing smile

Unbeknownst to the both of you, Jeff, Gareth, Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Robin and even Steve both shared high-fives together when both of you finally get together at last

❄️❄️💗💗

#eddie munson #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #merry christmas #christmas 2023 #christmas season #christmas fic #agirwholovesrockstarsfics #Spotify

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notti-stellate · 5 months

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MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS!!!

I hope you all have a wonderful day doing things you love or hanging out with loved ones!!!

Merry Christmas from Edward too 😏

#jasper hale x reader #jasper hale #edward cullen #twilight #jasper hale x fem!reader #jasper whitlock x reader #the twilight saga #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #twilight saga #merry christmas #christmas

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friendlytacosyumyum · 1 year

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Izuku x daughter of all for one forbidden love trope please?

hello anon! thank you so much for requesting :) i hope you like the direction i took this in!

pairing: izuku midoriya x all for one!daughter!reader

type: fic

wc: 1.5k

tw: reader is not gender neutral, reader has she/they pronouns, reader uses femme aligned words (woman, beautiful, pretty, etc.), mild swearing

a/n: i listened to mary on a cross on REPEAT while writing this pls forgive the song references. i've also read all of the manga but i haven't watched the new season so i apologize if its not up to date (i didn't want to spoil things that weren't out yet lmao)

You sighed, staring at your phone for the umpteenth time.

He'd call, right? He always called.

Izuku- your boyfriend of almost three months- had been radio silent for the past week. You were terrified. You knew, of course, that he could just be busy with his hero work and school, what with him being at UA and you being homeschooled by your father. However, the nagging thought that something happened to him was always on your mind.

Your father was his sworn enemy, despite looking like an elbow and being literally over 100 years old. You'd thought he'd grow out of the obsession with Midoriya, but he hadn't, and it had only grown worse recently after the huge fight between All Might and All For One.

Yeah. Your father was All For One, holder of quirks that could change the very being of a person.

Sighing again, you glanced back down at your phone. Your message remained unanswered, a question that had been pestering you since you started dating Izuku.

Are you sure you want to do this?

He'd fallen first, and he'd fallen hard. You tried your best to keep your distance, to make sure that you stayed away, because lord knows what your father would do if he found out you were not only dating, but possibly in love with someone who you were supposed to hate. His goal was for you to track down and take his quirk once you were of age, then take his quirk. He sent you letters from his jail cell whenever possible, encoded with secret messages and hints on how to get to Midoriya. You'd burned every last one.

A tap at the window made you look up, bringing you out of your jumbled thoughts. There, standing at your window, was Izuku Midoriya, dressed in winter clothing and looking sheepish as he motioned for you to let him inside. Rushing to your feet, you hurried and unclasped the window latch, hands shaking as you did so.

"'Zuku?" You asked, staring at him dumbly. "Why're you here?"

He smiled, dusting off his clothes and taking his shoes off to set in the corner of your room (always tidy, always neat).

"Well, considering I haven't seen you in a week and you're doubting me again, I thought I'd drop by and convince you otherwise."

Guilt flooded your mind. He was upset, wasn't he? No matter how many times he told you that it was okay, and that he wanted this relationship, you couldn't help but be skeptical. Skeptical and scared. What if he was using you to get to your dad? What if he didn't want to be with you at all, and he was really just scared of what you could do? You'd been born with a myriad of quirks, after all. Turns out your father's experiments had accidentally passed an abnormal amount of quirks to you, and you were stuck with the consequences. While you didn't have your father's main quirk - All For One - you had several offshoots that he stole from others. Various elemental quirks, a couple shape-shifting ones, some that had to do with illusions, others with fighting, and it was terrifying. You were scared to use them, scared to even find out the true extent of your powers. If you were scared of yourself, how scared was Izuku of you? Was that why he stayed? What if he never liked you? What if-

"(y/n)?"

You looked up, startled.

"You okay? I've been trying to get your attention for like, five minutes."

Staring at him, everything you'd been worrying about rushed through your mind on top speed.

"Do you..." you started, trailing off. Midoriya waited, saying nothing. He waited for you to finish your sentence, but didn't pester or discourage you.

"Do you still... want this? Want me? I could really hurt you, 'Zuku."

He opened his mouth to respond, but you pressed on, too wound up to stop speaking once you started.

"I mean, there's always the possibility that you never wanted me and you're just trying to get to my dad, right? Or that you're on a mission to take me out before I can hurt someone. Or that you're secretly here to use me and manipulate me emotionally so that I'll kill my father for you and that way you don't have to do anything. Or that you're too scared of me to tell me that you don't want to do this, because you're worried I'll hurt you."

The words rushed out in a blur, and when you shut your mouth, there were tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You looked down, unable to meet Midoriya's eyes.

He said nothing for a long moment, standing with you in silence. Then a hand slowly lifted your face up to look at him, forcing you to meet his eyes.

They really were windows to the soul, you thought, watching how the colors in his irises seemed to swirl and change the longer you stared. Izuku had always worn his heart on his sleeve, after all, and you could see it in his eyes.

"If I didn't want this, why would I be standing in your room right now, reassuring you that I do, in fact, still want you?"

You opened your mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

He has a point.

"Listen, (y/n), I like you. I like you a lot. I like how when you get timid you can't make eye contact with me because you're not used to speaking your mind. I like how you're independent. I like how you've broken free from the chains holding you back. I like the way your eyes light up when you see something you like and how you laugh when you're nervous and how you scrunch your nose when you don't like something. I'll say it a million times if I have to," Midoriya said to you, still looking directly into your eyes. He was close enough to count the freckles on his cheeks, so you did.

Eight freckles. Hm.

Something inside you wanted to know if he had more freckles on his arms, legs, chest, everywhere. Something inside you felt warm and fuzzy at the idea of him staying long enough for him to let you do that. Something inside you wanted to stare at him and count those eight freckles over and over again until he fell asleep or laughed and twirled you around and around to make you so dizzy you couldn't see straight enough to count anymore.

"Your beauty never, ever, scared me. I promise. There's nothing about you I could be terrified of. You have more than one quirk? I've got more than one quirk. We're a match, (y/n), quirk for quirk, eye for eye, scar for scar."

The tears that had been hitting the corners of your eyes finally started to fall, and you let them, blinking slowly through them.

"To hell with your father, okay? I don't care about that- that thing. Sure, he wouldn't approve of this, but when has that ever stopped you, or me, from doing something we want to?"

You nodded carefully, subconsciously leaning into the hand that was holding your face up so you'd look at Midoriya.

"I," you started, choking on a breath as you hiccupped a little.

"I just don't want him to hurt you. I don't want to see you hurt when I can't do anything to help."

He nodded, looking thoughtful for a second before speaking again.

"Come to UA with me."

You stared at him. Was he insane? UA was for heroes. Heroes. You were a daughter of the most infamous villains in Japan. There's no way you'd be accepted there.

"We could work something out, I'm sure our teacher would love to have you in our class."

He was smiling now, to himself or to you, you couldn't tell.

"Are you sure? I mean, I know he's not here right now, but what happens when he gets back and finds me missing?"

You knew, logically, that it was unlikely All For One would ever get out of prison. However, this was your father Izuku was talking about. He was one crafty son of a bitch.

"We'd protect you. C'mon (y/n), don't you want to be free?"

The way he spoke sounded so hopeful, so happy, that you didn't want to deny him the chance. It wouldn't hurt to try, right?

"Okay," you said softly, the corners of your mouth turning up a bit.

"Okay?" he asked, and you nodded.

"Great! Let me make a few calls and we can start-"

You grabbed his hand, quick to cut him off.

"Um, can that wait until tomorrow? It's been a week since I last saw you and I was kinda hoping that... maybe we could just hang out a bit?"

Midoriya gave you that closed-eye smile you loved, pulling you over to your bed and grabbing your laptop from the nightstand, putting it in between the two of you.

"Yeah. Yeah we can, (y/n)."

A few weeks after that, your father did escape from prison. By then, however, you were safe at UA, learning to become one of the heroes who would stop your dad in his tracks.

And if he came back to a very strongly worded letter that you may have accidentally-on-purpose left in plain sight for him to see, well, that was your business.

-fin-

#bnha #my hero acadedmia #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #angst and fluff #hurt/comfort #the author tried their best #bnha x fem!reader #midoriya izuku x you #izuku midoriya x you #i wrote this fast i hope you like it #not beta read #merry crisis #happy holidays

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del-simp-frutal · 1 year

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Un pequeño fragmento de una historia que trató de escribir, pero creo que quedaría bien aquí y más de alguien le gustará leerlo. Eso espere jgkdbfjs ✨️

La música y alegría resonaba, la gente bailando ante la victoria de la pelea mientras la mestiza observa desde el exterior. Bebió un sorbo al licor, perdió la cuenta de cuantas lleva y de lejos pudo ver a ese par de hobbits robarse la atención de la gente con su resplandor, como chocaban los tarrones al ritmo de su melodía y la forma que ambos unían sus brazos para bailar al lado del otro con sus increíbles voces en sus canciones.

La alegría se le contagió y el aire soplo desde atrás, las hojas del otoño volaron frente de ella para perderse en la entrada de la fiesta y tan pronto pudo recordar a un par de hermanos que bailaban de la misma forma con un par de hermosos violines. Las botas golpeando la mesa y uniendo sus brazos para girar al lado del otro al ritmo de su propia melodía que robaba la atención de todos con sus brillos.

La melancolía también la había golpeado, pero una sonrisa se asomo por sus labios. El aire seguía soplando y nuevamente volvió a beber del alcohol, su mirada se desvío a las nuevas hojas que se alejaban de la entrada para perderse en el aire e irse a lo más lejos.

Tras un suspiro, los recuerdos escaparon de ella. Una aventura pasada en que con dificultad fue aceptada, pero fue de los mejores momentos de su vida y se ganó su lugar.

Pronto sintió una mano conocida sobre su hombro, conocía su presencia y al levantar su mirada pudo notar que su amigo comparte el mismo sentimiento. No fue necesarias las palabras, había un brillo doloroso en la mirada de ambos y pronto ella no pudo evitar ensanchar su sonrisa que al momento se volvió en una risa que ambos comenzaron a compartir. Unas palmaditas para ambos y regresaron a la fiesta que los hobbits se animaron más ante la presencia de ambos, pero en especial por la de ella.

Sentía el gran dejavu cuando ambos le extendieron sus manos, tal como con sus antiguos amigos y acepto ambas para apoyarse en ellos así estar en la mesa. Esos enanos giraban alrededor de ella, soltando más de alguna carcajada mientras hacían sonar esos violines y estos hobbits giraban a su alrededor con pasos maravillosos que la hicieron reír. Bailo con los mismos pasos en medio de ellos, sus botas sonando sobre la madera y la multitud gritaba de alegría a la vez que tenían sus propios bailes mientras otros disfrutan del espectáculo.

Se sentía tan familiar, como si ellos volvieran. Diferentes, pero volvieron.

𝑳𝒐 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒃í𝒂, 𝒆𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒆. 𝑬𝒔𝒐𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒋𝒂𝒔 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒐 𝒅𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂 𝒚 𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏ú𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒖 𝒗𝒊𝒅𝒂, 𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒗𝒐 𝒂 𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒔.

𝑨𝒔í 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒐 𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒚𝒆, 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒉í 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒔𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒋𝒂𝒔.

#the hobbit x reader #lord of the rings x reader #merry and pippin #merry #pippin #lord of the rings #lotr #the hobbit #fili and kili #fili durin #kili durin #spanish #fem reader

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samuel-de-champagne-problems · 1 year

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Project Christmas Match Up

Summary: Penelope insists on setting up Spencer and Derek's latest home improvement client for the holidays. Afterall, she's convinced they are soulmates.

Word Count: 2.5K

CW: Alcohol use & making out ( fem reader)

Note: here’s the second fic! hope you enjoy let me know what you think in my inbox. Ahh I'm so excited for this one! Thanks to Grecy for reading early and telling that it was not awful :) Also this self-insert is very self-centered with the librarian reader and the cats named after literary figures and the peach perfume so I apologize for that...

Project Christmas Match Up

“Honestly, Derek, you need to add some kind of decorations for her. Maybe a Christmas tree or offer to hang up Christmas lights. This is my favorite client of yours and I rather not lose her,” Penelope said. She held a glass of white wine in one had and gestured wildly with the other hand.

Derek sighed. He had his feet resting on the coffee table as Penelope talked eagerly. She was dressed in Christmas pajamas and went the extra mile of convincing him to match her as well. Spencer, when he walked in, smirked knowingly when he clocked their matching outfits.

“Pen, I’m not going to hound the client. She bought the house and was gracious enough to invite us over for dinner there. I love you, my love, but that doesn’t mean we have to be friends with every client that I get.”

Penelope rolled her eyes, throwing Spencer a look akin to a life raft. “He’ll agree with me,” she said, pointing at Spencer. He held his glass of brandy in his right hand and a jar of trail mix in the other. “He always agrees with me.”

“I do,” Spencer said sheepishly, dodging the popcorn that Derek threw at him playfully, “Hey! I mean, it’s Penny, Derek. Besides, who’s this client that she wants you to bring a Christmas tree to?”

“Oh, Spencer,” Penelope said with a twinkle in her eye, “She’s absolutely perfect. She’s a librarian. Bought the house specifically because there’s this little porch to the side that’s almost all windows. She said it’s perfect for reading all day on the weekends. Oh! And she has cats. They are the absolute cutest things in the world.”

“As you can see,” Derek said, “My wife has a crush on my client.” He said with a chuckle that turned into an exaggerated groan when Penelope elbowed him in his side.

“She sounds great.” Spencer said, “Uh, what library does she work at?” He asked, tossing a couple pieces of trail mix into his mouth.

“The Westfield Public Library,” Penelope said, “You know the one that you bring Henry to all the time for storytime and those STEM workshops.” She smirked as Derek rolled his eyes.

“You’re so smooth,” Derek joked, giving Penelope a side glance. “Penelope seems to think that you and Y/N would be, in her words, ‘totally perfect, totally soulmates, so in love that it makes everyone look like they hate each other.’ She’s rather confident in her abilities,” Derek finished. Penelope slipped into his side comfortably as she sipped on her wine.

“Y/N?” Spencer bit his lip nervously. “She’s the children’s librarian who runs storytime and…”

“STEM workshops?” Penelope finished, a gleam in her eye revealing she was hiding more than she knew, “Come on, Spence. She’s perfect for you. She named her freaking cats after literary characters. Her book collections, if her being totally adorable and pretty and smart and kind isn’t enough for you to love her then that’s totally going to make you crumble.”

“So she’s talked about me?” Spencer said, a blush peppering his cheeks. If Penelope or Derek called it out, he would have to blame the brandy. Because the alternative would be too much to bear. “Like just randomly, out of the blue?”

“So you do like her,” Penelope giggled, “See, Der. I told you they’d be perfect. I mean, tell him how she gushed about him the other day when the inspector came over. She made him mini freaking tarts, Spence. You have a sweet tooth! See that’s another reason why you two are just perfect for each other. Tell him, baby.” Penelope prodded as Derek held his hands up in protest.

Derek stood up much to Penelope’s annoyance and Spencer’s alarm. “I’ve decided to stay out of my wife’s matchmaking. But I will say that Spencer’s ears are turning red, which means he’s got a crush.”

Spencer’s face morphed into shock and embarrassment. His cheeks tinged further red and any attempt at hiding his feelings about Y/N proved to be futile. Spencer sipped his brandy, desperately hoping he would be able to cling to some level of calmness as his friends discussed his love life at length.

“She’s nice, I suppose. I mean she’s really good with the kids at storytime. And she knits sweaters for Virginia Woolf and Emily Dickinson.” Spencer continued, turning his head to the side as Derek and Penelope casted him looks of confusion. “She, uh, smells nice too. Like peaches and mango.”

“Those are her cats. The cats that are named after literary figures.”

Penelope slapped Derek playfully on his well-defined arm, “He knows the names of her cats. They’ve talked about knitting cat sweaters. He thinks about her being good with kids. He thinks she smells nice. Like freaking peaches. Peaches, Der! Come on, Derek. It’s all I want for Christmas. My metaphorical baby brother deserves the best person in the world. And that’s Y/N.”

“We both know that’s not the only present you want, angel face.” Derek told Penelope. “Dude,” Derek said, turning to Penelope“I get you’re scared or whatever that you’re not enough for her. Or anyone,” he continued, “But she’ll be the lucky one if you ask me.”

Spencer’s lips turned upward in a hesitant smile. “I’m going to have to disagree with that one.” He drank the rest of his brandy, “And I’m going to need another one of these before I fully agree with Penelope’s scheming.”

Penelope told him what to wear.

Spencer reluctantly agreed, knowing his friend well enough to understand that it wasn’t worth the wrath of Penelope Garcia. He tugged at his tie, a chocolatey brown argyle pattern with maroon accents. She instructed him to wear a light pink button down shirt and brown corduroy pants with it because it brought out his eyes.

The winter chill seemed to go right through him. So even though Penelope didn’t tell him with a sweater or cardigan to wear it with, Spencer decided to pull out his coziest one. It was dark brown and complimented his pants, shirt, and tie without being too matchy.

Spencer couldn’t remember a time when he paid so much attention to his appearance. He hardly got hit on when did frequent bars, especially if he tagged along with Derek. For a majority of his life, Spencer found himself indifferent to his appearance. But as he stood on Y/N’s porch stoop, he couldn’t think about anything but how his hair looked or if teeth were too crooked or if his tie looked like something an old widower would wear to bingo in the church basement.

Luckily, the door opened, letting out the warmth and light from the house, before Spencer’s mind could spiral down more.

“There you are,” Y/N said, “I was beginning to think that I got stood up completely.” She said with a smile. Y/N wiped her hands on the cloth napkin she held as she ushered Spencer inside.

“Hi, Y/N.” Spencer smiled. “Here’s something for you. It’s small, but I saw it at Goode’s Used Books and thought about you.”

“You thought about me, Dr. Reid,” Y/N whispered, taking the carefully wrapped package in her hands, “I have to say that’s quite the compliment coming from you. And your wrapping skills. I just might want to keep you around forever.”

Spencer’s heart just about stopped. He felt it leap out of his chest and land directly into Y/N’s hands. He let her hold it, praying to whatever deity of love and passion that she’d hold it like a treasure.

“Uh, wrapping presents is just basic math. It’s geometry.” Spencer explained. He held his coat over one arm as he watched Y/N open the present. She carefully ripped away the Christmas tree wrapping paper to reveal the gift.

“Is this…Virigina Woolf’s illustrated biography?” She asked, “You didn’t, oh. Spencer.”

Pridefully, Spencer smiled as he took in Y/N’s ridiculously happy expression. He nearly died of happiness himself as she tore open the book, flipping through page and page of colorful illustrations and carefully written text.

Spencer felt Y/N’s arms wrap around his torso and the flatness of the book shoved into his chest as Y/N hugged him tightly. Unsure how to even breathe with her that close, Spencer decided that the best course of action would be to hug her back. He followed her, wrapping his arms around Y/N’s body and breathing her peachy, mango perfume. Spencer smelled it in her hair, he felt her heart beating as fast, if not faster than his. And for the first time in his life he felt light.

“That’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever gotten me,” Y/N said, pulling back from the embrace, “You’re going to make me cry.”

“I’m sorry,” Spencer said, unsure what he was apologizing for exactly, “From now on I know presents make you cry.” He teased with a smirk. He wasn’t sure where the confidence came from, but was eager to see where it led.

“Spence,” Y/N groaned, resting her forehead against his chest, seemingly not wanting to stop touching him, “Let me get you a drink so we can move from the foyer.”

Spencer nodded, following Y/N into the kitchen. It was painted a warm yellow with daisies on the backsplash. He had yet to see the rest of the house, but already knew that it would perfectly fit Y/N. Spencer watched as Y/N poured him a glass of red wine.

“Derek and Penelope on their way?” Spencer asked, hoping to keep the conversation going, “Penelope was pretty eager about your famous roast chicken and raspberry tarts all week at work.”

Y/N gave Spencer a quizzical look, “Penelope called me three days ago and canceled. She said that Hank had the flu,”

“Well Derek texted me a half hour ago that he was bringing a game for all of us to play. He said he was bringing something to pop culture so it's fair for everyone, besides me of course.” Spencer explained.

Y/N handed Spencer his glass of wine, “Do you realize what happened,” Y/N said, “They set us up on a sort of blind date.”

Spencer felt heat rush to his cheeks. He was unable to cast blame on the untouched alcohol in his glass. A sudden rush of embarrassment flooded Spencer as he realized exactly what Derek and Penelope bailing meant: he would be alone with the girl that he’s been pining after for a year and a half with enough wine to make him say things he kept buried deep inside.

“Ah,” Spencer said, unsure what to say. He’s usually clueless in social situations that he’s familiar with, but he could confidently say that he’d never found himself getting hoodwinked into a blind date yet. “Well, we can just make the best of it, I suppose.”

“Yes, I mean,” Y/N said, clearly attempting to not sound too eager, “A date with you sounds wonderful. I mean, if I had to get set up on a blind date or any date for that matter, I’d want it to be you.”

“Really?” Spencer said, shocked. He sipped his wine and licked his lips tasting the leftover booze. “You mean that, Y/N?” His voice sounded deeper, more confident than the one he recognized as his own.

“Of course I do.” She said, leaning in close to Spencer and placing her hand on his chest. “If you haven't realized yet, you’re pretty great and I’m kind of crazy about you.” She whispered, the mixture of sweet liquor and peaches clouding Spencer’s mind. He brought his hands to her waist, rubbing soft circles against her clothed hip.

“I had a bet.” Spencer whispered back, setting the wine glass on the counter. “With myself, wondering how far I’d make it into this night before I needed to touch you, to kiss you, to feel your body against mine.”

“And how far did you guess? Dessert? Coffee? Did you think about whisking me away from Penelope and Derek? Kissing me secretly, even though they knew exactly what was happening.”

“In the car I finally decided on after dinner. Maybe the wine would help my confidence, but to tell the truth, Y/N it was when you opened the door.”

“For me it was when I watched you walk up to the porch. You look really handsome in that jacket and cardigan.” Y/N confessed.

The light flashed before Spencer’s eyes, and Y/N’s kiss on the top of his cheek burned a hole that instantly left him craving more. He’d let her draw any pattern she desired, as long as her kisses are the medium and he is her canvas.

Spencer cupped her face, fingers craving the feel of her skin. He met her for a kiss and together they created something daringly beautiful and carefully passionate. Y/N kissed him back with the fervor and intensity that bubbled between them at least a year. Spencer grabbed Y/N’s wool sweater and slipped his hands underneath it as he pushed her against the counter. He smirked as he felt her mouth morph into a moan at the feeling of his coarse fingertips against her warm skin.

Together, the pair of them formed a delicate bubble. It was fragile that Spencer knew any sudden movement would pop it. But it had the potential to build up into something strong, something beautiful, something made to last.

“Spence,” Y/N says, her voice heady with desire and lips well bitten and colored from his kisses. “The oven…I want to do that again. I want to do that a lot, but the tart. I can’t let it burn.” She explained.

Spencer chuckled, quickly kissing Y/N on her forehead as she slipped from his warm embrace to take the dessert out of the oven. Awkwardly, Spencer attempted to adjust his pants, hiding just how much the kiss affected him.

“Hope you have a good appetite,” Y/N said, placing the tart on the oven to cool next to the roast chicken. “There’s enough food here for like five people. And it’s just us.”

“And Virigina Woolf and Emily Dickinson.” Spencer mentioned, smiling as Y/N rolled her eyes teasingly, “You were too occupied with jumping my bones to introduce me to your cats, Y/N.” He teased her.

“Spencer!” Y/N said, sounding aghast. She threw the kitchen towel at him laughing as he failed to catch it. “Well, you should meet them now, you know while we’re not occupied by the other things” She said, the flirtatious smirk on her well kissed lips making Spencer blush at the plethora of possibilities at hand.

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