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Let It Snow - Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: MERRY CHRIS(T)MAS!!!!! This is for @wiypt-writes 25 days of Chris-mas! Day 25! dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Summary: When your car breaks down, an unlikely hero comes to your rescue.

Word Count: 5.4k (Go big or go home right?)

Warnings: Swearing, a shit ton of cosy fluff.

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You wanted to curse at multiple things. You wanted to curse the weatherman who said there was no snow predicted. You wanted to curse at your stupid hunk of piece of shit car that sounded like it was choking on something. You also wanted to curse yourself for thinking you could drive all the way to Boston this close to Christmas.

The snow was coming down harder and harder, you considered finding a motel or something and waiting it out, but you had no clue where the next one was. Plus your decision was made when your car coughed one last time before completely dying.

“Fuck” you curse hitting the steering wheel.

You pull your coat around you tighter as you stepped out of the car and popped the hood. You stared down at the engine expecting something to be obviously wrong but it looked fine. Grumbling to yourself you moved back to the door so you could grab your phone. However just as you unlocked it the phone died.

“Oh come on not now” you complain out loud trying desperately to get it turn back on.

You dropped your shoulders in defeat as you looked around for any indication as to where you were. There wasn’t much around at all, you guessed one of the side roads could lead to a house or something but there was no guarantee. Plus you had no clue whether the people living there would help or if they were murderers or something.

The more you tried to think of what to do the more stressed you got. You were stranded in a place you didn’t recognise all alone with no way to contact help. You bit your lip to stop it from trembling from the cold and as the tears built up in your eyes.

“Hey you okay?” You heard someone call out making you jump in surprise.

You turn around to see a large man bundled up in a coat, scarf and hat walking over with his dog.

“Sorry didn’t mean to scare you, is your car alright?” The guy says holding his hands up.

“Yeah, well no, it’s died and I have no clue what I’m doing” you admit sniffling slightly dropping your head so he didn’t see you cry.

“Hey its alright, let me have a look” he smiles reassuringly passing you the leash before having a closer look at your car.

While he had a look you took the opportunity to wipe away your tears, chuckling gently when his dog gently nudged your leg. You smiled down at the pup stroking its head, as you did so you began to realise you recognised the dog. Glancing back up at the man you realised your suspicions were correct.

“Shit” you mutter making him look back over at you.

“Everything okay?” He asks glancing up and down at you.

“Yeah sorry, I just um realised who you are” you explain feeling heat rising to your cheeks.

He smiles bashfully before standing back up straight “not expecting Captain America to come to your rescue” Chris chuckles brushing his hands on his coat.

“Nope, but at least I know you aren’t gonna murder me” you say making him laugh.

“No I think my publicist would kill me, do you have someone you could call? I don’t think this can be fixed easily without a proper mechanic” Chris says shoving his hands in his pockets.

“No my phone died and I don’t have any numbers memorised” you sigh shaking your head.

“Okay well I can’t in good conscience leave you out here especially since the snow seems to be getting worse, so my house is just up there you can charge your phone and get out of the cold” Chris says nodding to the road behind him.

“No I can’t ask you to do that” you say shaking your head.

“Its fine honestly, plus you never know the next guy that comes along might actually be a serial killer” Chris jokes making you laugh.

“Okay fine, let me just grab my bag” you smile moving to the trunk grabbing your bag while Chris closed the bonnet.

“Let me take that” Chris offers taking the bag from your hand.

“Thank you” you smile following him up the road to his house.

As he opened up the front door he gestured for you to go first. As you stepped inside you were instantly hut with the homely feeling his house had. It was all nicely decorated for Christmas making it feel even more cosier. You shook off the snow and took off your coat and shoes before rubbing your hands together to try and warm up.

“I’ll put your phone on charge if you want, why don’t you go have a shower or something to warm up? Don’t want you catching a cold or something” Chris suggests nodding down to your phone.

“Are you sure, I don’t want to impose or anything” you tell him making him smile.

“You’re not imposing, I wouldn’t have suggested it if I wasn’t okay with it” Chris chuckles “its fine, head upstairs and its the second door on the left”

“Thank you” you smile passing him your phone before heading upstairs to the guest room Chris directed you too.

Once you were showered you stepped outside of the bathroom to change back into your clothes to find a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie that weren’t there before. Walking over you could see there was no note at all, you weren’t sure if Chris had left them out for you or not, but why else would they be there?

Slipping them on you felt instantly ten times warmer and cosier. You couldn’t help but give them a quick sniff smiling at the comforting woodsy smell it had. When you walked back downstairs Dodger came running over begging for attention jumping up at you.

“Dodger down, sorry about that” Chris apologises.

“It’s fine you’re just excited aren’t you?” You smile scratching dodger behind the ear.

“I was just making some hot chocolate do you want some?” Chris asks pointing over his shoulder towards the kitchen.

“Yeah sure sounds lovely” you smile following him into the kitchen.

You sit down at the island watching as he returns back to the pot on the hob turning the heat back up. He then grabs some chunks of chocolate and adds then to the heated milk.

“Ah so you make it the proper way” you comment making him smile back at you.

“Of course, don’t get me wrong the powdered stuff can be nice but it’ll never beat this” Chris smiles pointing to the pot.

“So where were you headed?” Chris then asks.

“Back to my family in Boston for the holidays” you explain sitting forward so you could lean on the counter.

“Ah nice, they live in the city?” Chris asks as he grabs a couple mugs.

“Yeah kinda wish they didn’t though, my car might have made it then” you say making Chris chuckle.

“Well you picked a good place to break down in my opinion, and good timing because the snow is only getting worse” Chris says nodding to the window.

You look outside to see the wind had picked up and the snow was falling incredibly heavy. It was verging on snowstorm, and it was getting dark too.

“Shit, no mechanic or taxi is gonna wanna drive in that” you mutter realising you were definitely stranded now.

“Its fine you can stay the night, once your phone is charged enough you can let you folks know and then sort a taxi for you in the morning” Chris says passing you your mug of hot chocolate.

“No I can’t do that, you’ve already done so much already” you say shaking your head.

“You’re making me sound like a broken record, its fine!” Chris chuckles taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“But-“ you say going to argue but he interrupts.

“But nothing plus unless you’re planning on walking to the nearest motel which isn’t another 20 minutes by car, you’re kinda stuck here” Chris chuckles.

“Thank you, you’re being so kind, you don’t have to do any of this” you smile shaking your head.

“I know I don’t have to, but I want to, and I would be a terrible human being if I just left you there, especially since you seemed to be getting upset” Chris says making you smile bashfully.

“I’m still gonna say thank you” you smirk taking a sip of your hot chocolate “oh my god that’s the best hot chocolate I’ve ever had” you exclaim making Chris laugh.

“Thanks, c’mon lets go sit in the lounge and I’ll get the fire going” Chris smiles nodding towards the living room.

“Nice cosy snow day” you comment as you follow him in, making him chuckle.

“So are your parents from Boston?” Chris asks as he lights the fire.

“No Connecticut, they moved a couple months back it’s my first time visiting and thought a drive would be nice, clearly didn’t think it all the way through” you chuckle rolling your eyes at yourself.

“Ah nice, well they couldn’t have moved to a better place in my opinion” Chris smiles proudly as he stands back up and moves to sit opposite you on the couch.

“Yeah they love it, haven’t stopped talking about it” you smile warmly as you thought of your parents.

“What do you do for work?” Chris asks taking a large sip of his drink before setting it down on the coffee table.

“Elementary teacher, 2nd Grade” you tell him setting your mug down next to his.

“Aw nice, kids that age are so awesome” Chris smiles.

“Yeah some of the stuff they come out with is hilarious, its hard to keep a straight face sometimes” you chuckle shaking your head gently.

“What’s the funniest thing you’ve heard?” Chris asks shifting so he was facing your more.

“Okay so this was during recess and one kid told another to act like a pickle and when the kid complained saying pickles can’t talk the first one said ‘exactly’, it was so hard to tell him off and not laugh” you chuckle, smiling as he laughed loudly throwing his head back and slapping his chest.

“Oh god that fucking priceless” Chris laughed shaking his head.

“Have you always- sorry god I feel like I’m interviewing you I know how horrid that is” Chris says interrupting himself.

“No, no it’s fine I don’t mind, I would ask you some but I respect your privacy and I don’t want you to think that I’m digging for information so I can spread it online” you say shaking your head at the idea.

“So you’re not gonna sell the story of me saving you and letting you stay the night to TMZ?” Chris questions with a playful smirk.

“Nope it’s gonna be the secret I take to my grave, plus I don’t think anyone would actually believe me” you smirk back at him.

“Your dirty little secret?” He asks arching a brow.

“Whoa there let’s not get ahead of ourselves” you laugh holding your hands up.

Chris laughs loudly once more making you smile and laugh along, his smile was so unbelievably infectious.

“Okay, okay I have a question” you say once the laughter dies down.

“Shoot” Chris smiles

“If you could talk to anyone in history dead or alive who would it be?” You ask making him hum in thought looking up at the ceiling.

“That’s a good one!” He exclaims shifting in his spot.

“There’s been so many amazing people throughout history, like Amelia Earhart and Martin Luther King Jr, just to talk to them for a few minutes would be awesome, what about you?” Chris asks gesturing with his hands.

“Probably one of the Greek philosophers, I’d love to see what they think of society today and if they think its better or worse” you say shrugging your shoulders slightly.

“Do you think its better?” Chris asks.

“I don’t know, I think we romanticise history a lot especially ancient history and forget how brutal and barbaric it was, it wasn’t perfect, like how it is today but we can only hope to do better because eventually it’ll work” you explain watching as a small smile grows on his face.

“I like your thinking” he smiles.

“Thanks my mind is wasted on 2nd graders” you smirk making him laugh.

“Speaking of kids, wanna watch a Christmas movie?” Chris asks picking up the TV remote.

“Oh yeah, which one are you thinking?” You ask shuffling so you were facing the TV, and also slightly closer to him.

“Miracle on 34th Street?” Chris suggests glancing back over at you,

“Oh a classic!” You agree with a smile “let me just send a text to my parents and I’ll be ready” you say pushing yourself up from the couch.

Once you’d sent a text reassuring your parents that you were fine and that you’ll see them tomorrow you made your way back to the lounge. As you walked in you saw Chris had grabbed a blanket and draped it over the back of the couch. As you sat down you made yourself comfortable tucking your legs underneath you accidentally brushing your knee against his.

“Oh sorry” you apologise quickly feeling heat rush to your cheeks.

“Its fine” he smiles reclining as he hit play on the movie.

As the movie played you tried to focus on it but you were seriously distracted by Chris. Specifically how close he was to you. Yes you had sat down pretty close to him but he must have shuffled closer. It wasn’t like there wasn’t plenty of space on the couch either. You heart hammered in your chest when his arm moved to the back of the couch, behind you.

You tried to not think into it. But god was it hard. This entire scenario felt like something straight out of fanfiction. A poor girl in distress who just happens to be saved by an extremely attractive celebrity. You knew how those ended too. But this was real life, there was no way anything else would happen. Even if you did want something to.

You were so lost in thought that you jumped out of your skin when Dodger started barking at the window. As you jumped you felt Chris’ hand brush against your shoulders as he sat forward.

“Dodger, shush! What you doing?” Chris called out getting dodger to stop.

Dodger runs away from the window and over to you and Chris. He quickly jumps onto the couch setting down so he was laying across both yours and Chris’ laps. Chris shoots you an apologetic look but you just smile warmly as you pat dodger who was clearly enjoying all the attention.

“Does somebody want some attention?” You chuckle as you ruffle Dodger’s fur earning a wag of the tail.

“Yes they do” Chris chuckles lowly as he scratches dodger behind the ear.

You glance over at Chris studying him for a moment. For whatever reason it felt like he wasn’t talking about dodger. He catches your gaze before smiling warmly and looking back over at the TV.

As you turned your attention back to the movie you continue to absentmindedly stroke dodgers fur. You could feel the pup fall asleep on you, clearly enjoying the attention. You were vaguely aware of Chris also stroking dodger but you weren’t aware of how close your hands were getting.

At least not until Chris’ hand gently fell onto yours. You expected him to move away instantly but he didn’t. He kept his hand exactly where it was. Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked from his hand up to his eyes. He was looking over at you, studying you intensely.

“Is this okay?” He asks quietly.

You couldn’t form words even if you wanted to so you just nodded your head in response. The corner of his lips lifted in a small lopsided grin he looked back at the TV weaving his fingers with yours. Leaving you completely stunned and unable to focus on the movie at all. Especially when you felt his thumb gently rub over your skin.

Even though you were completely and utterly freaking out internally, you felt so undeniably relaxed. This whole scenario, your car breaking down, getting stranded in an area you don’t know, having to stay overnight with a stranger should be incredibly stressful. But you didn’t feel stressed at all, you were relaxed as if this was a completely normal day.

Chris ended up holding your hand for the rest of the movie, only dropping it when dodger got off your laps. He gave you a small smile before running his hand through his hair and checking the time.

“We should probably think about dinner soon, I would normally suggest take out but that’s not an option with the storm” Chris says making you chuckle.

“Normally? How often do you rescue girls who’ve broken down on the side of the road?” You smirk making him laugh.

“You’re the first I promise” he smiles over at you warmly.

“Well I’m flattered” you smile back at him.

“C’mon I’ll fix us up something” Chris says patting your knee as he stood up.

“Oh no let me cook! Pay you back for everything you’ve done” you say standing up and following him to the kitchen.

“No I can’t let you do that” Chris smiles dismissing the idea.

“Please, you’ve done so much for me, let me just do this, please… otherwise I’ll just feel bad” you say looking over at him pleadingly.

He sighs dropping his shoulders as he looks back over at you “fine but at least let me help” he concedes making you smile.

“Yes thank you” you smile moving to his fridge to see what he had.

You smile to yourself when you spot he had minced beef and all the veg you needed for spaghetti Bolognese. You grab the items from the fridge putting them on the side.

“Let me guess… Bolognese?” Chris asks as he leans against the counter.

“Yep, I make arguably the best the Bolognese in the world” you grin making him chuckle.

“Well my ma might disagree with you but we’ll see” Chris smiles as he grabs chopping boards and knives.

“I like a challenge, where do you keep your tinned tomatoes?” You ask him pointing round his kitchen.

“Just over in the cupboard” Chris says nodding to the tall cupboard.

You smile opening up the cupboard easily finding the tomatoes and all the other ingredients you needed. When you place them down on the counter Chris raises a brow at your choice of ingredients.

“Marmite?” He asks pointing to the small jar.

“Yep, I wasn’t expecting you to have it but its my secret ingredient” you smirk tapping the top of the jar.

“Alright, so what do you want me to do?” Chris asks looking at all the ingredients.

“Um could you chop the onions for me?” You ask him.

“You just wanna see me cry don’t you” Chris laughs as he grabs the onion and start chopping into it.

“No, but you rescued me from the snow, may as well rescue me from the onion” you smile innocently.

Chris laughs shaking his head continuing to chop and you grab the rest of the veg and start chopping them up. Once all the veg was done you added the onion and garlic to the pan to soften before adding the meat.

As you cooked Chris started to clear up the knives and veg rejects. Whenever he passed you he’d gently touch the small of your back. You tried not to jump when he did it, telling yourself he was just silently letting you know he was behind you. But his kitchen wasn’t small at all, there was plenty of space, he didn’t need to step behind you. but he chose to every single time, and touch your back every time.

“Smells good” Chris comments as he moves to stand beside you.

“Hopefully it’ll taste just as nice, could you cook the spaghetti” you ask glancing up at him.

“Sure” he agrees once again touching your side as passes you.

You mentally scolded yourself trying to get hold of yourself but you don’t get a chance because soon you sense him stood right behind you. You glance up to see him leaning past you to put the pot down and turn the hob on. As he pulls back his eyes catch yours and he smiles warmly and you have to look away before he could see how flustered you were.

You focused on finishing up cooking and serving up instead. You carried the plates over to the table, chris following close behind with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses.

“I thought wine was more appropriate than beer” he says as he put the glasses down

“Sounds good, its not like I’m gonna be driving anywhere tonight” you chuckle as he pours you a serving.

“This does look really good” Chris comments shaking his head as he sits down.

“Scared you’re betraying your mom?” You smirk as you tuck in.

Chris smirks back at you, raising a brow as he starts twirling the spaghetti. You sit there and watch expectantly as he takes his first bite. Smiling when you see his shoulders slump slightly.

“Okay this is really good” he mutters as he continues to eat.

“Better than your mom’s?” You smirk making him glance back over at you.

“Plead the fifth” he smirks making you laugh.

“So you got any fun projects on the horizon?” You ask taking a sip of your wine.

“Yeah, little shops is finally getting going again which is exciting because it feels like years since I signed onto it” Chris tells you.

“You’re playing the dentist aren’t you?” You ask recalling the article you’d read about it.

“Yeah, its gonna be a lot of fun I can already tell” Chris smiles.

“You have to show me your rendition of the dentist song” you smirk making him laugh loudly.

“I’ll need a couple more of these first” he chuckles taking a sip of his wine.

“You won’t be able to be drunk on set” you point out.

“Well everyone was drunk when they made mamma mia so” Chris retorts grinning.

“Touché” you laugh.

Once you and Chris finished eating you picked up both his and your plate. Just as you were about to step away from the table Chris reached out putting a hand on your hip stopping you.

“I’ll sort the dishes” he tells you as he stands up hand still firmly on your hip.

“Its fine I was just gonna rinse them and put them in the dishwasher” you say shaking your head.

“And I’m saying that I’ll do it” Chris smile taking the plates out of your hands “see it as a thank you for cooking a very delicious dinner”

You smile down at the floor bashfully as you felt heat rise to your cheeks. As Chris steps away you turn watching as he goes, the spot on your hip where his hand once was now considerably colder in its absence. Leaving you subconsciously rubbing your arms soothingly as you moved away from the table to lean against the counter.

“Its not too late, wanna watch another movie? Unless you’re tired and wanna get some rest?” Chris suggests once the dishes were done.

“Another movie sounds good” you smile nodding in agreement.

“Great, you go get comfy and I’ll grab our drinks” Chris smiles nodding to the door.

You nod in agreement before heading back out to the living room to see Dodger curled up by the fire. Chris joined you on the couch a few moments later placing the wine glasses down on the coffee table. As he sat down he grabbed the blanket that was on the back of the couch spreading it over both yours and his lap. He then passed you your glass smiling gently as he tapped his against it.

“So what’s your all time favourite Christmas movie?” Chris asks as he picks up the remote.

“Oh that’s a tough one but I think I’d have to go for the grinch” you tell him.

“Okay grinch it is, I have to say its impressive how long Jim was in makeup for, I don’t think I could cope with that” Chris says as he find the movie and hits play.

“Don’t worry nobody would ever dare covering your face up with prosthetics” you say before realising exactly what you said.

Chris smiles warmly over at you, narrowing his eyes slightly with a little tilt of his head. You found it hard to tear your eyes away from his but you eventually did, clearing your throat as you did so. Trying to recover from that look he just gave you. Taking a large sip of your wine to calm yourself.

As the movie played you let yourself get lost in the film sipping away at your wine. Blissfully unaware of how Chris’ focus was nearly solely on you, a small smile playing at his lips as he topped up the wine glasses.

About halfway through the movie though you did happen to glance over at him. Finding him already looking over at you with a warm smile that just made your heart melt. Once again you quickly looked down at your lap bashfully. You had no clue why he was looking at you and you definitely didn’t expect him to then say.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered” he smiles making your heart stop.

“What?” You squeak in surprise before clearing your throat so you didn’t sound so ridiculous “sorry what?” You repeat.

“You’re cute, it’s a compliment” Chris smirks playfully.

You were stunned into silence your mouth opening and shutting as your mind completely short circuited trying to think of what to say. When you realise there was nothing you could say except unintelligible nonsense you slammed your mouth shut.

Chris chuckled gently as he reached out to brush some of your hair out of your face. His finger tips ghosting over your cheek, moving so slow as if to savour the moment. Your eyes met his in disbelief that this was happening, trying to read them for an answer or explanation.

“Are you real?” You whisper barely audible.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Chris asks with a gentle chuckle.

“I don’t know… maybe I actually crashes the car and I’m in a snow drift or in a coma and my brain is making this dream scenario up, or I’m actually dead and in heaven” you say starting to ramble off every other possibility for what was happening right now.

“You’re definitely not dead, or in a coma or something” he says gently as he interrupts your rambling.

“Really?” You ask still uncertain because what? This kinda stuff doesn’t happen in real life!

“I’ll prove it to you” he smiles,

you wonder for a second what he meant by that but you got your answer the next second as you felt his lips gently press against yours. You squeak and jump slightly in surprise but you don’t pull away, instead melting completely into the kiss. You feel his hand cup your cheek tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss. When he pulls away far too soon your lips chase after his.

“Believe me now?” He asks lowly, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.

“I don’t know…” you say as you open your eyes finding his staring straight back at you, a smirk then grows on your lips.

“I think I need a bit more convincing” you add with a smirk.

Chris laughs before guiding your lips back to his. You smile into the kiss your hand moving to rest on his chest. His moving to your hip gently pulling you closer until your knees resting across his lap. This time you only parted because of the basic human need to breathe. Both of you smiling warmly at each other. Chris’ arm wrapping around your shoulder as your rested your head on his shoulder.

In Chris’ embrace you felt a whole new level of comfort that you didn’t previously think existed. The events of the day caught up to you and thanks to his calming aura you soon found yourself falling asleep.

You weren’t sure how long you’d been asleep for but you woke to Chris’ gently voice and his hand squeezing your shoulder.

“Should probably get you up to bed you’ve had a long day” he smiles gently as you woke back up.

“Yeah probably for the best” you murmur in agreement sitting up with a small yawn.

Chris smiles at you warmly offering you his hand and helping you up from the couch. He keeps hold of you as he leads you up the stairs stopping outside the guest room he directed you to before.

“I’ve left a top for you to sleep in and there’s spare toiletries in the bathroom” he tell you.

“Thank you Chris you’ve really thought of everything” you smile looking up at him.

“It’s nothing, sleep well and I’ll see you in the morning” Chris smiles kissing the top of your head.

You look up at him slightly surprised as he stepped away and started walking towards his bedroom dodger in tow. For a moment you were upset and confused at the distance he was now creating, but when he turned back to you with a warm smile you realise this was him making sure you were comfortable, not pressuring you into anything. Which only made you like him even more.

“Goodnight Chris” you smile.

The next morning was a bit of blur. When you walked downstairs you found Chris walking back in from a walk with dodger. He greeted you with a warm smile before making the two of you breakfast. Since the snow had stopped and the roads had been cleared you called a mechanic to pick up your car and tow it back to Boston. Far too soon it was time for you to go and you hated it.

“Thank you for everything, for saving me, I’ll be eternally grateful” you tell Chris as you got ready to leave.

“It’s nothing I was happy to help and I had fun, it was a nice evening” he smiles looking down slightly.

“Definitely I don’t think I’ll be forgetting it any time soon” you chuckle.

“Me neither” he agrees as he hold your coat open for you helping you put it on.

You turn back round to face him smiling gently, you go to say that you’ll see him soon but you know realistically you won’t see him again. A thought that made your smile falter.

“You okay?” Chris asks when he notices the shift.

“Yeah, I just-“ you sigh trying to find the right words before giving up completely, stepping forward to hug him instead.

“Thank you” you say quietly as his arms wrap around you and you feel him press a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

“It’s nothing, have a safe journey and have I hope you and your family have a merry Christmas” Chris smiles as you step back.

“You too, you’re definitely on Santa’s good list this year” you say making him chuckle as he opens the front door.

“Glad to hear it, safe travels” he chuckles.

The both of you hesitate for a moment before you eventually step outside “goodbye Chris” you sigh.

“Goodbye Y/N” he smiles watching as you start walking back towards your car.

As the mechanic drove you back into the city you stared out of the window sadly. Trying to save every memory of yesterday so that you’d always remember your time with Chris no matter how brief it was.

It was until you were driving through the streets of Boston that you put your hands in your pockets frowning when you feel a slip of paper. Pulling it out in confusion you unfold it reading the message inside. There was no name and you didn’t recognise the handwriting but you knew exactly who wrote it making a smile appear on your lips. Maybe you would see Chris again and maybe it would be much sooner than you previously expected.

Day 24: Andy Barber / Day 25 BONUS!

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Gingerbread Delights, Ransom's New Favorite Cookies

Summary- 2.7k Ransom x Kitten. The Christmas season is upon them and one of your favorite times of the year. Ransom though... not so much. But your baked goods might just change his mind.

Warnings- Smut. This is an 18+ Only blog.

A/N- So I wrote this last year before I decided to make Ransom x Kitten a thing. It will be set further in their future. I wasn't going to originally post, but I really wanted to post something for the holiday season. This is also my entry for @what-is-your-plan-today 25 Days of CHRIS-mas. Divider made by @firefly-graphics Thank you so much for reading, Happy Holidays.

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Ransom could only begin to guess what he would be walking into while he made his way up the steps to his front door. It was Christmas after all and you were in full holiday mode. With one of the holidays he hated the most. He tolerated Halloween because of the parties you loved dragging him to, dressing up in some outfit and halfway through the night you would both be drunk, peeling each other out of it.

Thanksgiving was a joke, one he tolerated for Harlan but you would be right at his side the whole time while with his family, effectively distracting him from the shit show that usually happened with naughty whispers in his ear and teasing him with your hand under the table till he couldn't stand it and announced you two were leaving early.

But Christmas you took to heart, the whole thing. The tree and decorations, watching the ridiculous feel good movies till his brain felt numb from the whole bullshit Christmas cheer, you would play the songs over and over till he would have to escape to his home office to get away from them, and after all of it, he didn't have it in him to completely say no to you about it. It was just a month after all, he could tolerate a month of nonsense to keep his Kitten happy, right? Fuck was it hard, probably the most selfless thing hes ever had to do.

But you were worth it, so what was he gonna do but grin and bear it.

Going inside, Ransom shrugged off his tan jacket and unwrapped his scarf once stepping inside the house, stomping his boots off for a moment while calling out. “Y/N? Are you here yet?” Tilting his head to listen while taking his boots off and sure to put them on the racks you had placed in the entrance way, he tossed his jacket into the nearby closet while following the sound of Christmas music towards his kitchen. Arching a brow, he folded his arms across his chest while leaning against the entrance frame, smirking at the little domestic scene before him.

You had the island scattered with ingredients, rolling pin diligently rolling back and forth before you tossed a spattering of flour against the dough to keep it from sticking. “Well look at this, when did you become a sweet little housewife for me?” He snickered as he pushed from the woodwork and went towards the other side of the kitchen to make himself a drink now that he was home for the evening.

“In your dreams Hugh.” You said cheerily that rewarded you with a warning over his glass of scotch.

“Watch it Kitten. It would be easy enough to change that tune of yours.”

You weren’t too worried as you picked up your cookie cutter and started to cut out the shapes to slide onto a cookie sheet, taking a peek at Ransom. The tops of his cheeks were still a bright pink cause of the cold outside, his hair damp where the falling snow had melted since he came inside. The gold of his pinkie ring glimmered from the bright overhead lights as his hand twirled the glass in his hand. You softened a bit towards him, considering he had yet to make a remark about the state you had his kitchen in. “Thought I would do something nice, it is the holiday after all.” You hummed at him playfully, reshaping the dough together to roll it back out.

Ransom glanced down at the shapes and snorted with a smirk. “Kitten, what are they supposed to be?” He reached to grasp one of the oddly shaped cutters, trying to make some sense of the shape.

“Gingerbread people Ransom.” You slid another cookie on the tray while reaching over to grasp your cookie cutter from him before he could study it to closely. Ransom folded his arms across his chest, watching you ever so diligent knead the dough back together.

“I know this is more your thing, cause you like all this crafty crap.” He leaned forward to dip a finger in one of the bowls of frosting you had pre made. “I will be fucking damned if this is a person shaped.” Smirking at you as you moved the bowl of frosting out of his reach, flashing your own knowing grin at him with a stick out of your tongue.

“Trust me, they are.” You spin with the tray of dough to stick into the oven while Ransom circled the island where you had your decorations spread out. The audacity of the man, he dipped his finger back in your frosting to lick his fingertip.

“Mmh, nice and sweet.” he sucks off the tip while you set the timer on the oven.

“You better not be eating my frosting, it's important for the cookies.” You threaten while he bluntly does it again without hesitation, and you twist to push him away before he can get another swipe and you would have to make another batch.

“But its fucking good and I can think of a better way to use it.” He grinned as you continued to push him backwards towards the exit of the kitchen. His hands danced at your apron, going to pluck the tie loose but you thwarted his wandering hands.

“Don’t you have a zoom meeting now?” you caught his hands from behind you and he easily turned it around to wrap his hands around your wrists and backed you into the wall, sweet sugared lips pressed to yours. Darts of his tongue slid against yours and you fought against it teasing for a moment, knowing that he wanted you to open to him. Nips of teeth and a pull at your mouth finally had you giving into him, curling your fingers in his soft sweater that hid the hard planes of his chest from sight but you could feel them under your palm.

Just as you were getting into the moment, your tongue pressing against his in that addictive taste mixing with your frosting, feeling your heart start to pick up and the heavy warmth blossoming in your lower belly, he yanked away.

“Yup, you're right Kitten. I do.” One final grind against you just to be a pain in the ass, he let you go and walked out the kitchen, laughing as you flipped him off while straightening your apron he had managed to wrinkle up around your hips.

“He’s such a pain in the ass.” You muttered to yourself while going back into the kitchen to check on your cookies, hearing the click of his office door where he shut himself in.

After the cookies baked and cooled, you were careful to follow a picture you had found on pintrest to recreate the gingerbread people. The crispy gingerbread had come out even better than you expected. You slid some onto a Christmas plate, and sang “Santa Baby hurry down my chimney tonight” to yourself while untying the apron. Now to the last part of your little cookie surprise.

Ransom had been half paying attention to his zoom call. He had been focused at the beginning on how enthusiastic the editor had been with Harlan's new book and release date. But he was over it now, he knew it would be a success, that they had to start pumping out copies in the new year. Yada Yada Yada, these fuckers sure knew how to drone on and on. “Listen, I assure you that we're all on the same page with this sh- stuff. Is there anything else we need to cover?” He barely caught himself, trying to be respectful for Harlan’s sake. Walt, who was on one of the screens, gave him a warning look, which Ransom promptly smirked back at him.

“Of course Mr. Drysdale, we are almost finished.” one of the women assured Ransom, which he had to admit being called Mr.Drysdale in a business setting made him feel a bit smug. Especially since Walt has basically been ignored the entire time.

A soft rap on his door drew his attention away from the screen and Ransom hit the mute button on his laptop.

“I got it on mute Kitten, come on in.” He leaned back in his chair to look around the laptop to see you let yourself into the office, his cream-white sweater pooling around your bare thighs and Ransom gave a knowing look while dragging his fingers over his lips. Red and white Christmas stockings adorned your feet and in your hands was a tray he was assuming was your cookies from before. “Got something for me Kitten?”

You paused while on the other side of his desk, keeping the tray slightly out of sight for a moment. “Are you able to step away from your meeting?” You question in a manner that you knew would make Ransom curious. True to your suspicions, Ransom held up a finger for just a moment before he turned back to his laptop to hit the unmute button. You stepped away while the drone of voices filled the room.

“Alright, I think we covered everything” Ransom raised his voice slightly, cutting Walt effectively off, which made this even more satisfying for the both of you. From across the desk, you could see the way Ransom’s eyes flashed and a tug at the corner of his mouth, that he was pleased with the way his uncle must have reacted. You readjusted your cookies for a moment before picking the one you knew Ransom would enjoy.

After their business contacts disconnected, you could hear Walt's voice get high-pitched at Ransom, obviously angry at your boyfriend. Grinning you made your way over back towards the desk, Ransom beckoning you to join him on the other side.

“I have other important matters to attend to right now Walt. So… Eat Shit.” Ransom told Walt off while pulling you into his lap, Walt's gaze darkening when he saw you.

“Ranso-” and that is when Ransom effectively snapped his laptop shut with a cocky laugh, his hands sliding along the inside of your bare thighs.

“That never gets old… Now, what do you have?” He questioned your cookie in your hand and you held it up to see now what you actually were making earlier.

You held up the gingerbread cookie, depicting two gingerbread people in a naughty act that had Ransom tipping his head back with a laugh now that you had the frosting all edged out, showing him the deed they were locked into.

“These were what the fucking cookie cutters were?” He plucked the cookie from your hand and bit off one of the heads.

You gave your own giggles with a nod. “I saw them online and had them shipped overnight because fuck I just wanted them.” You snapped off a leg and slipped it between your lips to chew slowly. Ransom seemed to enjoy it, the darts of his tongue clearing cookie crumbles from his bottom lip. He tossed the remaining part of the cookie on his desk, moving suddenly to a stand while making you go with him.

“They are good Kitten. But I see something I want more.” His hands dug into your hips under his shirt, grinding your ass against him. “Your cookie put that image in my mind. You just bent right over my desk.” His hand pressed against your back between your shoulder blades and you sprawled forward against the clutter of papers and pens.

“It’s been on my mind the whole time I was icing them. Which I barely had enough after you ate part of it.” You purred out now, getting the exact reaction you wanted from him. You could feel Ransom push the sweater to bunch around your hip, your bare ass on display for him which he slid a hand over the curve, and then dipped between your thighs to trace those soft petals while he kissed on your neck with precise knowledge of how to turn you on.

“I still stand on what I said earlier about using that frosting on something other than cookies.” He kept stroking you till you were withering under him, pushing back slightly to rock your hips when his fingers stretched you open. “Baking cookies and then coming in here looking all like a fucking snack yourself.” Your eyes rolled up as he curled his fingers, knowing where that sweet spot was and you started flexing around him,

“Ransom, you are going to make me cum if you keep that up.” you pressed your forehead against the desk, clutching your fingers around the edge to go white-knuckled.

“Do what you want to, but I'm still fucking this pussy afterward.” He informed you while speeding his fingers in you, making you arch your back further and wail softly against the cherry wood top desk when his thumb started to press and circle your clit. The rush was tingling racing up your spine and warmth spread through you to make you sigh in satisfaction. “We’re not done yet, Kitten.”

And you felt him grind in behind you, the telltale zip of his pants and the clank of his buckle. He leaned over against your back, his hand picking up the cookie and stuffing it in your mouth.

“This is to keep you quiet, Kitten.”

Keep you quiet indeed. You would forever think of Ransom pounding into you from behind with the future gingerbread cookies you would let grace your tongue in the future. The sweet spiciness would mimic the flare of arousal blossoming in your stomach while your hips were slammed into the desk, slaps of skin and Ransom grasping his hand around your neck to pull your head back, so he could watch you when you started to come undone. When you did, those flutters in your stomach broke to flood your system with bliss, your eyes rolled back and your jaw dropped. Ransom smirked as he dragged out your orgasm with twists of his fingers against your clit and taunting praises. “Ahh no Kitten, you gave it to me so fucking easy. Just aching for this pussy to be filled with cock, weren't you.”

You couldn't do anything other than mewl your agreement that in fact, that was exactly what you had wanted. Ransom turned sloppy behind you, trying to reach his own ending and when he did, he leaned himself over your back, hot breaths from behind clenched teeth had him hissing when he ground against your ass once more, pumping his seed into you till you were dripping with him.

“Let's go see what other cookies you have for us Kitten.”

It was late into the night when you finally fell into bed exhausted only for you to wake up later to find Ransom missing from bed. Curious as to why how he wasn't as tired as you were made you unwrap the tangled sheet from around you and seek out a piece of clothing to cover you while you went wandering out of the bedroom to go seek Ransom out. Down the stairs, you went to find the kitchen light on. Peeking your head in, you bit your lip to suppress a giggle. Before you Ransom had his hand in the cookie jar, already chewing what looked to be the last bite of one gingerbread couple and going for a second one.

“I just caught someone with their hand in the cookie jar.” You teased and he looked up first in surprise, the flop of his hair out of place bouncing in front of his eyes. But you weren't fooled, not the way they glinted behind his bangs and his smile turned upright almost smirking at being caught.

“Going for the next cookie I'm using on you.” He started and your eyes widened as he pulled out another, this time legs wrapped around the other's waist.

“You are not at all tired?” You accused, starting to count on your fingers the different cookies you two tried out today.

Ransom grinned wickedly as he bit off the head of one gingerbread man. “Not in the slightest.” He started stalking towards you and you gave a squeal, turning to race back up the stairs, Ransom following right behind you, stuffing the rest of your cookie in his mouth.

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visbiscuit · 2 years

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Comin' Under Fire ( johnny storm )

5th December

(full) 25 days of CHRIS-mas ,, My Masterlist

@wiypt-writes @what-is-your-plan-today

disclaimer. English is not my main language. If you notice any kind of mistakes, please tell me and don’t be mean :). I am giving a shot at this to try and improve my written English. Thank you for paying attention and have a biscuit for your kindness!

pairing. Johnny Storm x Fem!Reader

genre. smut

short summary. She is Ben’s daughter. She is off-limits. No one is allowed to look at her, touch her, charm her, or kiss her. Let me rephrase that: Johnny isn’t allowed to be close to her in any shape or form. If Ben finds out that Johnny did something to his baby girl, he’d kill him and reduce him to ash. Pun intended. But does Johnny care? Not even a little.

word count. 2867

warnings. this is late, sorry. dom!johnny. secret relationship. johnny plays with his superpowers. pussy slapping. ass slapping. sex on table. johnny is a little shit but i love him. unprotected sex (don’t do it, the risks are too high). oral sex (f receives) choking kink IF YOU’RE A MINOR, DO NOT CONTINUE. this is not a work for people under eighteen years old, I don’t care if you feel old enough to read smut. you’re probably not.

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Johnny hated winter for several reasons. The first was that, despite being able to warm up at will, he could never reach a temperature he was satisfied with. This was his sister Sue’s fault who had categorically forbidden him to exceed a certain number of degrees just because last time he had accidentally burned the bed. What did she care? After all, it wasn't her bed, it was Reed's, and at the time they weren't yet...intimate. So, she had no right to dictate to him what to do and what not to do, but despite himself, when she got angry, his sister was scary. Her ears would turn a particularly bright red and her nose would become clown-like. That said, it might sound like a funny image, but Johnny connected it to a set of keys that had been thrown at him shortly after seeing that same face. Just below his hairline, in fact, he had a mini-scar that reminded him of that incident. Having experienced Sue's wrath on his own skin, he had no intention of trying it again.

A high reason why winter was useless, in his opinion, was the amount of snow and its consistency. Too white, too tall, and too wet. Johnny never went out when it had snowed the night before because he didn't feel like getting upset and meeting people who would ask him for a picture. Normally, the attention of his fans was the driving force of his existence, but that was in the summer, spring, and in some years even fall. In the winter, every person who approached him seemed to want to remind him of the magic of the cold. Cold wasn't magic, cold was a weapon of the devil sent to annoy him.

The third, and final, reason he hated winter was clothes. He was forced to dress in ten thousand things to keep from dying of hypothermia, but he cared little about himself. The real drama was seeing Y/N Grimm in long pants. A real tragedy. He was used to short shorts, even shorter shirts and no bra. In his eyes, she was a Da Vinci painting that needed to be admired in all her forms, not covered by fleece pajamas and boot-length scarves.

The problem was that Y/N loved and doted on winter. The hot chocolates, Christmas lights, snowstorms, and colorful trees around town made her fall more and more in love with the season. Johnny could see how her eyes lit up when the weather report said the temperatures would change to freezing. How did she do that? He had wondered many times, but often he would look at her face adorned with a tender blush from the cold and be distracted from finding the right answer.

The only thing he liked about this horrible season was the fact that the sun didn't rise right away. At seven o'clock in the morning it still felt like night. Johnny didn't feel guilty for always waking up around eleven o'clock like this. He always had to find a positive thing in the absolute negativity or he would kill himself in despair.

Although he was used to waking up late, he hadn't been able to sleep that night and so he found himself at six in the morning in the kitchen. He wasn't surprised to see Ben and Y/N already there, the first sitting at the table and the other preparing, perhaps her third, cup of coffee. The first thing Johnny noticed was the intense heat in that kitchen. Had summer finally returned? Or was it a dream dictated by his intense desire to return to see a certain person in shorts? And, oh, the dream was better than he thought. There she was, wearing only a shirt a few sizes too large and her legs were on full display. It was just what he needed to get his day off to the best possible start.

"Storm, before I gouge your eyes out, take them off my daughter" Ben's voice was deep and menacing, but still full of sleep from last night so it didn't scare him.

Johnny sat down next to him. "Sounds like a good way to go to heaven to me. What do you think Y/N?" he shot her a wink as he turned to look at the two men. The cup in her hands was steaming but she sipped the liquid as if nothing was wrong.

She rolled her eyes. "You won't spoil my good mood, Johnny. We finally bought a warmer," she got near to the warmth coming out of the contraption beside her. "Even you won't be able to make this day horrible."

"I could have warmed you up, you know."

"Storm"

"What's the matter, Benny? Would you rather let your daughter freeze to death?" he poked him. It was his favorite pastime. "I could save her and you wouldn't let me?" he snapped his tongue across his palate. "Not quite there, an irresponsible father."

Ben grumbled. "Since when do you have all this energy first thing in the morning?"

He'd handed it to him on a silver platter. "Since I've been planning to waste it with your daughter."

Y/N had a bewildered look on her face. Sure, she was used to these kinds of comments from Johnny, but he had never made them in front of her father. She knew how to respond to him, but the look on Ben's face made her freeze on the spot despite the warmth of the room.

The Thing pointed a giant finger at the face of the boy who, smiling, had picked up his cup and was now finishing Ben’s tea. What an arrogant little boy. "You..." he sighed closing his eyes and then with a sudden gesture he stood up dropping his chair with a deafening noise. If they hadn't been on their honeymoon, Sue and Reed would have certainly woken up. "I..." the anger on his face was evident. "I'd better get out of here before I actually kill you," he started to walk away then turned one last time to his daughter. "If he does anything to you, you have permission to kick him in the balls".

"I won't hesitate" Y/N reassured him with a worried little smile on her face. Now the only thing her father could do to release his anger was a walk. A long walk.

Ben's footsteps were heavy and could be heard until he closed the front door with unprecedented force. He had reached his tipping point and if he didn't leave, it would end very badly for Johnny boy. He didn't know when to stop, especially when he was enjoying something. Only with his sister Sue did he freeze. With others, he had no boundaries.

"You're an idiot," the girl had walked up to him, put down her cup and given him a slap on the neck. "You know how my father is, Johnny," she scolded him. She wasn't really that mad, but she certainly had to tell him something to keep it from happening again.

The boy took her hand and sat her down on his lap. She wiggled slightly to try and free herself, but it was all an act. "Admit it, it was fun," his hands ran down the girl's thighs and she felt goose bumps forming with each touch.

"It won't be fun when he comes to find out about us" her voice was small and soft. A small pout decorated her face and Johnny couldn't help but bring his thumb to caress her bottom lip, playing with it a little.

His other hand continued on its way until it reached her butt hidden by her shirt and squeezed it slightly. Her breathing became slightly heavier. "What's life without a little risk?" he asked her rhetorically. "Besides, I know you like risk. It seems strange to me that your father hasn't noticed that this shirt is mine." he gave her a powerful slap on the ass. She couldn't see it, but she knew he had imprinted his hand on her.

The force of the slap made her moan and throw herself forward, her breasts glued to Johnny's chest and a gentle movement of her intimacy over the boy's. His thumb was still stationary on her lip and she took the opportunity to take him entirely into her mouth and caress him with her tongue as she had done a thousand other times on his cock. Johnny's eyes were glued to her mouth treating his thumb as if it were the most delicious thing in the world. He felt his member press against the fabric of his boxers and gave a thrust. Y/N's balance faltered and he found herself having to hold on to her lover's biceps as he continued his assault.

"Don't tell me not to risk it if it turns you on so much" he whispered close to her ear before biting her earlobe and removing his thumb from her mouth. She moaned at the empty feeling and stopped going along with his movements. "Don't be like this, fairy," he scolded her with a firm tone and a squeeze on her bottom.

He took her with brute force and moved her off his lap and laid her not very gently on the table. His eyes were fierce as he took on her body. Her panties had a dark stain right in the center and he found himself chuckling at the desperation that betrayed her earlier accusations. "For me?" he asked. It was as if he was teasing her, he knew perfectly well that only he was capable of making her tremble at the very thought. Therefore she, slightly offended, did not answer and gave him a dirty look. He raised his eyebrow and pulled her to her feet. She was now on the edge of the table. "I asked you a question," his tone was strict.

She gulped. A wave of pleasure made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She loved being submissive between the sheets and Johnny always fulfilled that desire. It was fun to think about how strong she was outside of that context. "Don't ask me stupid questions." She knew what he was unleashing with her attitude and she wanted to see her Johnny catch fire from anger and passion.

He bit his lip and looked at her intently, before slowly kneeling under her lost gaze. Y/N's legs were silk in contrast to his rough hands, and he wanted to leave a trace of himself on every single inch of her body. It was strange the contrast between his fiery eyes and the gentleness of his hands on her calves, thighs and... oh, the edge of her panties. His index finger played with the bland underwear that was, by now, completely soaked and did nothing to hide the perfection of her pussy. She had no idea what was going through Johnny's mind, she had openly disobeyed him by not answering his question, yet his gestures were so sweet, so caring. The panties were removed with a quick but still careful gesture. She was finally exposed to him. She moved, slightly impatient and curious about her lover's strange behavior.

"I asked you," he began, his voice lowered an octave and her intimacy throbbed at hearing it. "All this, is it for me?" Just as he had done with her ass moments before, Johnny's large hand came down hard, this time more moderate, on Y/N's pussy, which trembled at the contact. The moan she let go reverberated throughout the kitchen and probably throughout the whole house. Her thighs were shaken by a thousand shivers and she struggled to remain still. The slap had disconcerted her so much that she still hadn't responded. Nothing had prepared her for the second blow, given with the same intensity, but which, this time, found her clit. She was ashamed of the sound of pleasure she made. It sounded fake, like that of some porn stars, but it was all real. Only Johnny, in her entire life, was capable of reducing her to a mess.

This time, however, in a voice shaken and full of pleasure, she was able to answer him. "Yes. Just for you. Just for you, Johnny, baby" she slurred the words a little, but he understood her perfectly and melted into a smirk. It was a sight to see her so into something, her intensity pulling him into another dimension.

He nodded and, without warning, assaulted her intimacy. Johnny was a voracious man; his tongue traveled every inch of her pussy and Y/N felt her breath catch. When he wanted to, he knew how to be a gentle lover and take his time, but now his only goal was to drop her into an abyss of pleasure and make her tremble beneath him. He made an effort to keep her thighs apart as the intense pleasure required her to close them around the man's head and began to play with her clit. Now he knew her body by heart and was able to quickly find what made her stupid and incoherent. He sucked hard on that bundle of nerves and squeezed her thighs between his fingers. His tongue was unstoppable and the sounds it made were obscene. When he slowed down to catch his breath, he let his nose continue working on her clit and she remembered why she had always liked men with big noses. He returned to work shortly after and his tongue went completely into her intimacy exploring every nook and cranny. Y/N could no longer restrain herself and her hands gave away and could no longer support her. She found herself lying completely on the table with only Johnny's hair in sight. She took it and scratched his head with her manicured nails, managing to make him moan. Just as he knew all her weaknesses, she had figured out how to make him obedient. This time, however, he had no intention of relinquishing control and she cared little for it. The continuous, punishing movements of Johnny's tongue were dragging her toward the orgasm she would remember for days to come when his hand came off her thigh and rested on her abdomen. Suddenly, an unexpected warmth invaded her and she realized that Johnny was using his powers to make her enjoy herself even more. The thought of coming under fire was her cue and she came in Johnny's mouth in a flood of cum. The bottom of his face was completely soaked with her pleasure and he gave her one last kiss on her clit to let her calm down.

Y/N's chest was bobbing up and down all the time. Her breathing showed no sign of slowing and Johnny chuckled at the sight of her body completely ready to receive him. As she tried to figure out what had happened, Johnny removed his pajama pants along with his boxers at the same time and took off his shirt as well. He was naked and she was covered only by his shirt, he couldn't have wished for anything better.

He gave her no warning before wrapping his hand around her throat and pulling her up with it. This man was going to be the death of her. He gave her a wink before positioning himself on her intimacy, tormenting her clit with more gentle strokes and entering her in a smooth motion. Y/N was so wet that the sound of her pussy around his cock was embarrassing. Trying not to look him in the eye as he sank into her, a tightness in her throat warned her to do the opposite. Johnny's moans were low and hoarse and hit her in every spot. Her intimacy tightened around his cock, sucking him in and keeping him from moving. "Jesus Christ fairy. What are you doing to me?" with his thumb he caressed her cheek. "You're divine," he told her before settling his lips on hers. He began to thrust again, vigorously, until even the legs of the table moved with them. They were lost in each other and knew how close they were to their orgasms, though they both didn't want this moment to end.

Johnny felt himself on a precipice and was ready to throw himself over it when he heard the front door open. He stopped his thrusts abruptly and covered Y/N's mouth with the hand that wasn't wrapped around her throat. Ben's footsteps were far away and he realized he was walking up the stairs to his room and smiled. His fairy liked risks and what was that but a risk?

The girl's gaze screamed at him not to continue, but Johnny pounded into her and it was a grace from heaven the hand on her mouth. She came like she had never come before, the possibility of being discovered in such an intimate situation excited her even more. She moved as if possessed under Johnny's body who with one last lunge painted the walls of her pussy with his hot cum. He pushed once more to finish his painting and relaxed completely on her body.

She really came under fire.

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twittytelly · 2 years

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Headcanon: A New Start

Jake Wyler x Reader

A/N: This is my contribution to @what-is-your-plan-today ‘s 25 Days of CHRIS-mas challenge. Today’s character is Jake Wyler. Also, this is my first time writing a headcanon - I’m very aware that this is a bit long for a headcanon lol! Dividers by @rainbowkisses31

Summary: College AU. When Jake stumbles in late to your history class, you think you have him figured out. But, as you get to know him, you learn that there's more to him than a bad first impression.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of cheating.

Word Count: 1045

You first encountered Jake Wyler when he stumbled into your history class 15 minutes late. As you noticed the tired look on his face, you deduced that he must've been partying into the early hours of the morning; but that didn't stop him from being nice to look at.

However, when he opened his mouth and charmed your lecturer out of giving him the bollocking that he clearly deserved, you realised that he was probably some spoilt little rich boy, who had always got his own way. You'd put money on him being the star quarterback at his high school.

Funnily enough, he ended up in more of your classes, and you were even paired up together for a group assignment for your English Lit class; where you'd learned your initial assessment of him had been correct. He had been a popular jock in high school, he'd even been prom king.

Sure, he was an arrogant prick, who never seemed to make time to meet up to work on your project; but, you couldn't deny that he was gorgeous – and there was no harm in simply admiring him from afar.

As the semester went on, you realised that there was more to Jake than he'd let on. He was constantly late to his morning lectures, and was never free to meet with you to work on your assignment together; but you hadn't seen him at any parties, and he hadn't made a name for himself as someone who slept around; but you were certain that there wasn't a girlfriend (or boyfriend) on the scene.

The only time that you'd seen him away from the classroom was when you'd bumped into him at the library checking out books on art history, despite that you were almost certain that he wasn't taking any classes in it.

But, despite never having time to meet with you outside of class, Jake was contributing towards your assignment; always doing whatever was needed of him to do and beyond, leaving you with little to do. In fact, his input had led to you both getting an A.

Most peculiarly, towards the end of the semester, you noticed that Jake had got a lot quieter and became withdrawn. When you mentioned this to your friends, they brushed it off as him being stressed about finals; quickly telling you to stop being so nosey and wondering why you were showing so much interest in an asshole like Jake in the first place. However, you knew that there was something more to it.

After finals, you and your friends celebrated completing your first semester of college by going to the biggest party on campus. While the party had got off to a good start, Brock from your film class had started hitting on you and wouldn't leave you alone, despite the fact that you had made it perfectly clear that you weren't interested.

When Brock was dragged off to join in a game of beer pong, you used the opportunity to slip away, deciding to hide in one of the empty bedrooms needing five minutes of alone time.

However, when you closed the door, you soon realised that you were not alone... Sitting on the bed crying was none other than Jake Wyler.

Surprised and concerned, you immediately sat beside him; you weren't close enough to warrant a hug, but you gave him a pat on the back as you asked him what was wrong.

“It doesn't matter, the only reason that I came to this party was to try to forget about her.”

“Forget who?”

There he explained about Janey and the convoluted way they'd got together. Even though she ended up staying in LA for the summer, it was clear that the art scholarship in Paris was too good an opportunity to pass up. The reason for Jake's tiredness, lateness and lack of free time was that he was up until midnight talking to Jamie on the phone before her morning classes began, then studying until he crashed in the small hours of the morning.

However, as time passed it became clear to Jake that he was putting more effort into the relationship than Janey and the more he tried to fight for them the more distant she became. Eventually, Janey confessed that she had cheated on Jake with a guy named Zack, and they had broken up.

“I feel so stupid, a huge part of me knew that a relationship that was that messy and drama filled would never last. But I'd already fallen for her and I thought we'd be the exception, and now I've wasted an entire semester on someone who doesn't give two flying fucks about me.”

“You're not stupid, you're just a hopeless romantic. When you look back on this, at least you can say that you tried your hardest. And there are still plenty of semesters left for you to do the whole college thing. Soon it'll be a new year, and you can have a new start.”

“If I had a drink, I'd drink to that.”

“Well, shall we go back out there and grab one? Or if you want to get out of here? I know this great 24 hour diner that serves great pan-”

“A drink sounds perfect to me.”

After rejoining the party, you spent most of the night talking with Jake, getting to know him better, and you'd never been so pleased that your initial assumption of him was wrong.

“Thanks for everything you've done tonight, I thought tonight was gonna suck, but I'm actually enjoying myself.”

Before you had a chance to respond, he then leaned towards you and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek. As he quickly pulled away, you noticed that there was a pink tinge to his cheeks that wasn't there before.

“To a new year and a new start.”

Jake was avoiding giving you eye contact, and you noticed that he was looking above your head. Following his eye line, you looked up to see a sprig of mistletoe. Grinning, you leant towards Jake and returned the favour, being careful not to smudge your lipstick. Holding out your red solo cup to him, you simply replied.

“To a new year and a new start.”

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Colin and the Ho Ho Ho's

Summary: Your boyfriend Colin Shea pays a surprise visit to your party and leaves you wanting more.

Warnings: Some bad words and lots of holiday fluff

Pairing: Colin Shea x Reader

Disclaimer: This is my entry for Day 16 of WIYPT 25 Days of CHRIS-mas Interactive Advent Calendar. Writing about my favorite guy to write about, Colin Shea

W/C: Just shy of 2k

A/N: Thanks @what-is-your-plan-today for the gift of your writing. I’ve grown to love so many of your stories and characters, wishing you and yours the happiest of holidays!

“Come on baby, pleeeeease.” Colin chained sweet kisses down your neck, lingering at your pulse point. “I’ve missed you this week.”

You let your head loll back a little more, then closed your eyes and focused – as bad as you wanted to let him welcome you home from your business trip, you had to prep for the get-together at your apartment.

“Babe, you know the girls are coming tonight. I can’t not have them over, it’s really important for Sarah.”

He nibbled a little more, kissing and gently sucking across your throat. “Sarah’s a big girl, she can take care of herself. I, however, need to take care of you.”

You gently pushed him away, a wry smile on your lips. “Just look at it this way – in a few hours, when everyone has gone home, we can pick up right where we’re leaving off. And we’ve got nowhere to be tomorrow – me and you in my bed all night and all day.” You pressed your lips to his, lingering with your kiss.

You’d rather let him carry you to bed but tonight was important. Sarah lived on the 4th floor of your apartment building. She was probably the nicest person you’d ever met. She was a 50-something grandma who had met the “love of her life” on an internet dating service. They’d set a date, you’d planned a bachelorette party for her, and bam – he disappeared and ghosted her, whereabouts unknown. You couldn’t even stand how sad she looked every time you saw her, and you damn sure couldn’t cancel her bachelorette party, wedding or not. With Christmas around the corner, she would be sad enough. You needed to put some happy in her life.

“Alright,” Colin sighed reluctantly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and kissing the tip of your nose. “Don’t you worry this will make her sad, reminding her of being a bride?”

“Nope,” you said, brushing your hands down his t-shirt, unable to resist the feel of his incredibly firm pecs. “Totally changed it, it’s now a ‘she’s available’ celebration. She avoided making a big mistake, and Mr. Right is still out there somewhere. That’s something to celebrate.”

He nuzzled into your neck, pulling you into a hug. “I’ll do you right, baby,” he purred. That sexy deep voice went straight to your core but you fought hard and resisted.

“I can’t wait,” you replied softly, a stupid smile plastered across your face.

He helped you finish setting out the things you’d bought for the party and blew up a few balloons, and you took advantage of his tall frame to hang them for you.

“Ok, I guess I’m out of here if you don’t need anything else.”

You wrapped your arms around him and laid a long, deep kiss on him. “I NEED a lot but I can wait until later. Thanks for the help.”

He kissed you back. “My pleasure,” he smiled. “Want me to check in on you all later?”

“If you want, but it will be a bunch of cackling girls trashing guys. Just be prepared.”

“Got it, I’ll make sure I’m wearing my Kevlar.” He disappeared with a grin and a salute out the door. You sighed and got back to prepping for your visitors.

Two hours later, the party was in full swing. Despite having the saddest eyes you’d ever seen when she arrived, Sarah seemed to be allowing the jungle juice you’d made in your fancy punch bowl to work its magic. She and the 10 other girls in attendance were laughing and dancing and thoroughly enjoying themselves. You were able to sneak a glance out the long windows of your apartment – Christmas lights twinkled all along the streets below, Christmas trees visible in the windows across from you. Happy shoppers carried bags down the street. You were suddenly enveloped in that giddy feeling you get when everything is right – holidays, happiness, festive fun, and a hot, sexy boyfriend. Good times for sure.

Suddenly there was a thunderous knock at the door, clearly audible over the loud music. Someone moved to turn down the volume and the knock sounded again, followed by a “ho, ho, ho. Open up ho’s.”

You looked at Sarah and the girls and after a second of silence, you all cracked up laughing. Sarah was closest so she stepped over to open the door. Standing tall, the foyer light illuminating him from behind, was the hottest Santa you’d ever seen. He had a black bowtie, white furry cuffs, and a red velvet G-string shaped like a Christmas stocking lined in white fur that hugged his considerable package. He had on black boots with bells on them and a Santa hat sat atop his spiky blonde hair.

“Well what do you know, just exactly who I was looking for,” Santa said. He wrapped an arm around Sarah’s waist and let his little stocking grind up into her. “Merry Christmas Sweetheart.”

Sarah threw her head back and laughed. “Colin Shea, what in the hell is wrong with you?”

“Colin Shea? Who’s that?” Colin said with a wink, swinging around her and stepping into the apartment. He linked hands with Sarah and walked her down to the dining room table, turning a chair around and gently urging her to sit. She rolled her eyes but did as instructed. All the girls squealed as he spread his legs and crouched over top of her, his hand behind her neck.

“So Santa heard the Grinch has been about and has tried to shit all over your Christmas Sarah, but I’m not having any of that. You’ve been a verrrrry good girl this year, you deserve a great gift – the gift of me!” Colin looked over his shoulder at you and winked, giving you that longing glance that made your knees weak, then turned his attention back to Sarah. “Ms. Santa is totally cool with me giving you something special, so I couldn’t think of anything better than a Santa lap dance.”

Sarah was beaming as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged against his stomach. “Colin, you are the sweetest,” she said, tears edging into her voice. She cleared her throat, shook her head and found her smile. “Alright St. Nick, let’s do this!”

All of the girls buzzed in anticipation. Colin punched in something on his phone and sat it on the table. Suddenly the sexy strains of “Pony” by Ginuwine began and all the girls cheered with delight.

Colin’s slim, sexy hips swayed over top of Sarah, his muscular thighs straining as he crouched down and let his crotch rub against her jeans. Little jingle bells on the stocking rang with each swipe, and Sarah cheered every time they rang.

You stood back and took in the sight – you’re sexy, sweet boyfriend with the body of a god and the heart of a lion, cheering up a woman who really needed a win. You watched his exposed ass cheeks swirl as he kept time with the bass line, the mistletoe tied to the back of his g-string wiggling over his crack. Sarah was soaking it all in, patting him gently, her kind eyes looking up at him. She mouthed “thank you” and Colin reached down and gave her a quick hug, then fell back into his best Magic Mike audition.

The song sadly came to an end and all the girls cheered loudly. Colin stepped back and helped Sarah stand, where she promptly gave him a motherly hug. “You are a treasure, Colin.”

“Anything for you, Sarah,” he said in that “aw shucks” voice.

You walked past your Christmas tree, pulled off a candy cane, then walked over to your stud and placed it gently under the elastic of his g-string, patting his sexy ass for good measure.

“That was some kind of performance,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “When were you going to show me those moves?”

“Don’t worry, Santa’s got a whole bag of goodies for you, my love.” He tilted his head and came in with an urgent kiss, pulling away and knowing he was leaving you wanting so much more.

“Alright ladies, the reindeer await. Can’t start the Chippendales show without me. Merry Christmas to all my favorite ho ho ho’s!”

The girls laughed, a couple throwing napkins at him as he walked out the door. Within an hour, the party wound down and your guests said their goodbyes and traveled out into the winter night. Sarah insisted on helping you clean up but you shooed her away, handing her the last bottle of pink champagne. “Finish this off tonight and sleep well. We’ll get more for New Year’s Eve.”

She hugged you profusely and thanked you for the millionth time, waving over the balcony as she descended the stairs.

Across the hall, the door cracked open and a handsome face peaked around the edge. “Is the coast clear?” he grinned.

“Sure is.” You curled your finger at him, summoning him toward you. “Come on Santa, I wanna take you for a ride.”

He slipped through the door, pulling it behind him, a moan escaping him. He had changed back to a t-shirt that hugged his toned torso and thick biceps and faded jeans that showed off his long, sexy legs. His feet were bare as he made his way across from his apartment to yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him.

“You are such a good guy,” you said. “Do you have any idea how much that meant to Sarah? You made her feel so special.”

“She is special,” he said. “That guy that hurt her is an asshole. Just means she has the chance to meet someone that’s worth meeting though,” he said with a smile. “And don’t let anyone hear you say I’m a good guy – I’ve got a rep to protect.”

You ran your hand down his chest, your fingers playing with the chain that peeked out around the collar of his t-shirt. “Well, thank you. You made her millennium.”

“Happy to do it. Now,” he said, sweeping his arm under your knees and lifting you effortlessly off the carpet, “I believe it’s time for me to open my gift.” He wagged his eyebrows up and down.

With a giggle, you pushed the door open. “I don’t see a silent night in my future,” you said gleefully.

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So I just remembered I wrote a christmas themed dirty Ransom fic last year but never posted it, so I might actually have something for your challenge.

Yessssssssssss!! Girl, do it! I’ll happily welcome you back with open arms.

Or tell you to eat shit, depends what mood you’re in….

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25 Days Of CHRIS-mas

Day 5: Baby, It’s Cold Outside

Summary: Johnny and you are spending a weekend snowed in…

Pairing: Johnny Storm (Fantastic Four) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, Adult situations, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 1.4k

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Day 4: Bryce Langley (Fierce People)

Upstate New York was filled with snow as the Christmas holiday drew near. You were nestled in a blanket, watching as a fresh coat fell outside while a fire burned beside you, a Hot Toddy in your hands, which was more hot than toddy, truth be told.

"I really can't stay...Baby it's cold outside...I gotta go away....Baby it's cold outside...This evening has been so very nice...I'll hold your hands they're just like ice."

The sounds of your boyfriend softly singing and humming the catchy Christmas classic as he moved about the kitchen shocked you.

The ever suave Johnny Storm wasn't necessarily the romantic type. Not in the way you were seeing him now. And even after a few years, it still caught you off guard.

“You know, that song is actually kinda creepy and pervy.” You watched as Johnny flipped his hand, a small ball of flames leaving his palm and landing in the fire, sending it roaring.

"Exactly," he sniggered.

And there he was.

You rolled your eyes as he flopped down beside you, taking a pull from his beer.

"So," he propped his feet up on the coffee table, "dinner, check, drinks, check, what's next, baby?"

“To be honest, I’m just enjoying the quiet,” you snuggled into him a little. “It’s been a while since we got time to ourselves like this.”

"Saving the world does take its toll," he sighed contently.

“You know, if your head got any bigger, you won’t be able to fit through the door.”

“Well, then we’d be stuck in here, alone….” he looked at you, “I see no problems with that scenario.”

“No, you’d be stuck here.” You grinned, “I’d be free to leave.”

"Nope. I'll melt the door handles. You're my hostage."

“I’d call Sue.”

“You wouldn’t!” He spoke in a mock-horrified voice.

"Try me," you smirked.

"You, Miss Y/L/N are naughty," he plucked your mug from your hands and set it on the table next to his bottle of Peroni.

“Well, you’d know all about naughty, wouldn’t you, Torch?” You teased as he shuffled closer.

Johnny smirked, "Gettin' coal in my stocking for years." He bumped his nose against yours.

“Yeah, what you expecting this year?”

"You, under the tree, naked, preferably a bow around your little, tight ass."

“Smooth,” you laughed as his lips pecked yours.

He winked. "What do you say to finishing the night naked, in the hot tub?"

"Have you looked at the blizzard outside?"

"Uh, Human Torch," he pointed to himself.

“Fair point,” you chuckled, “okay, hot stuff, you’re on!"

He grinned, "yes!" He pumped his fist in the air. He gave you a deep but swift kiss and bounced from the couch to the covered back deck where the hot tub sat. He pulled the cover off and then frowned. There was no steam rising from it. His eyes flicked to the temperature gage and he gave a groan. It wasn’t even warm, let alone hot.

He took a moment to fiddle with the controls, the jets worked, the circulator worked but the coils weren't shifting on, a flashing flame on the screen of the panel taunted him.

And then, he smirked to himself. “Human fucking torch.”

In a flash he was out of his clothes and in the cold water, his body a bright orange as he rapidly heated the water, watching the temperature on the panel rise. When it was to a suitable and comfortable temp for you, he maintained the heat but lost his glow. This was around the same time you came out in your fleece robe and snow boots.

His eyes watched as you walked towards him, pausing at the side of the tub.

You kicked the snow boots off and untied that belt around your waist, the fleece slipping from your shoulders and down your arms, dropping to the decking.

Johnny’s eyes started at your feet and scanned their way up your body, goosebumps erupting over your flesh from both the freezing cold air and the intensity of his gaze.

“Baby, hop in, you’ll catch a chill.” He popped a brow as his eyes locked onto yours.

You toed the water, a bite to your flesh as your skin turned pink from the heat.

Stepping in, you slipped down into the water and slid next to him. A contented groan left your mouth as you allowed yourself to relax, snuggling into Johnny’s side.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered into your ear, his lips at that spot behind your ear.

“Charmer,” you sighed, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Baby, you know I'm a charmer, but you really are beautiful."

“And here’s me thinking you loved me for my personality.”

"Your personality," Johnny kissed over your jaw, "your beauty," he kissed down your neck, "your mind," over your collarbone, "your ability to put up with my arrogant ass."

“Hmm,” your head rolled back a little and you bit your lip, before you moved to look him straight in the eyes, “our baby best turn out like me because I’m not sure I could cope with two arrogant assholes.”

"Our baby?" He squeaked.

You nodded, reaching for his hand under the water. You gently moved it over so his fingers splayed over your belly. “I found out two days ago, I wanted to surprise you on Christmas morning…but I couldn’t wait any longer. I know we said we were gonna wait till a little longer but…”

Johnny's jaw dropped, "Babe, I gave you a drink," he shuddered, "and, shit, get out! Too hot, too hot!"

You chuckled, “will you relax? I tipped most of that drink away and as for being too hot, it’s half you. Probably be throwing fireballs around in my womb. Besides, if I keep it to under ten minutes, I will be fine. I googled.”

"Fuck, I'm... I'm gonna be a dad!" Johnny was surely shocked.

You let him absorb the news, sitting back in the water as he processed it. You watched as his eyes watered and his mind turned.

He pulled you into his lap with a choked sob, "thank you."

“I love you,” you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips, “now turn the heat down just a smidge.”

“What? How did-“

“Reed told me it was broken before we came out here.” You popped a shoulder, “thought it would be funny watching you try and figure it out. I’m impressed, only took you five minutes before you realised you could do it yourself.”

He dropped the temp down a few degrees. "I'm gonna marry you, I'm gonna be a dad, you've changed my life, Y/N."

"Slow down, Storm. Let's enjoy this for a bit before you jump the gun."

Johnny looked at you for a second, before his lips met yours in a soft kiss.

Before long that mouth trailed a path down your neck, lavishing affection on the breasts which would soon enough be nursing his baby. The thought was enough to have him rock hard.

"Is it safe... To you know...."

You sighed, "yes, it’s safe."

“Good, because I’m really fuckin horny.”

"Me too," you purred, scratching at the buzz cut hair.

“Ten minutes you say?”

“More like nine now…”

“Give me five.”

Before long, he was stuffed deep inside of you as you rode him slowly, his hands on your spine pulling you close. It wasn't rough or hard, it was slow and soft, deep, passionate. His lips never left your skin, tongue laving, kiss deep.

It was making love with more than a deeper purpose. Still, he had you worked up in a ridiculously short time. You felt the familiar tightening in your belly as you neared your release.

"Johnny...." you rasped.

“Yeah, honey, come on…”

"Oh yeah.... Yeah..." your body tensed and squeezed as that coil snapped, "yes....." you came with a hiss.

A few thrusts later, Johnny followed you, a groan of your name leaving his lips as he sagged down into the water a little more.

"Fuck, I love you, my baby mama."

You chuckled a little as you peppered his face with soft kisses. “Love you too, but I really should get out now. Meet me in the bedroom?”

"Oh definitely," he nipped at your bottom jaw.

He stood, making sure you got out okay before he sat back down, his hands running over his face, a dopey grin on his features. He turned to see you give him a coy smile as you walked back inside.

Little did you know he had a surprise of his own. A delicate but showy diamond nestled inside a velvet box hidden within a sock.

He too had been waiting for Christmas morning but…

No time like the present.

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Day 6: Syd (London)

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25 Days Of CHRIS-mas

Day 1: Suck Me Under The Mistletoe

Summary: You attend a Frat Christmas Party and attract the attention of a handsome jock…

Pairing: Jake Wyler (Not Another Teen Movie) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, Adult situations, Alcohol, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 913

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction, any likeness to any persons or events in real life are purely co-incidental. I do not own any characters contained herein bar the reader and/or any original characters. I do not give consent for my work to be copied and posted/translated onto any other sites. If you see this fiction anywhere other than Tumblr, it has been taken without permission.By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer and ALL warnings posted here.

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

The techno Christmas tunes blared through the frat house as pledges swarmed with their chores, house bunnies in their little elf costumes looked like Hefner's rejects.

You still weren’t quite sure what you were doing here, it totally wasn’t your scene but, well, when in Rome and all that.

You'd been accepted into your sorority but you were not the typical college girl. It looked good on applications and med school letters of recommendation. Yet, here you were, dressed as an elf, like your sisters and earning the eye of a handful of the jocks that plagued the house.

You stood up, plastic red cup in your hand and headed towards the keg for a refill.

"Hi," the smug, tall, black hair and blue-eyed ugly sweater wearing frat boy said as he leaned on the wall by the keg.

“Hi.” You gave him a polite nod as you refilled your cup. “Nice…sweater.”

Your eyes roamed over the Joint Smoking Jesus sitting on Rudolph.

“My mom got it me,” the guy said and you blinked looking back at him.

“Seriously?”

"Yeah." He quirked a brow. "I'm Jake."

“Y/N,” you supplied, taking a sip from your now filled cup.

"Cool."

There was an awkward silence and you flicked your brows up. “Right, so I, errr, I should… go and sit back down… over there.” You turned on your heel to leave.

"Right," Jake nodded and watched you go.

But that wasn't the last you'd seen of Jake. His eyes had been on yours all night, watching you, and you liked it. As you kept thinking, 'when in Rome'.

So, by the end of the night when you were several beers and a fair few shots in, you didn’t even blink an eye when some douchebag decided it would be amusing to play spin the bottle.

"Fucking high school games!" You snorted as you plopped down on the carpet.

"With college rules," one of your sisters chimed.

“What’s… what’s college rules?” You hiccupped.

“So, like if the bottle lands on you, you gotta kiss the part of the body the person who was spinning specifies.” Jake chipped in, and your nerves tingled as your eyes met his and he arched a brow suggestively.

The game began, and two by two the party began pairing off, coming back with smirks on their faces. And then, Jake reached over for the empty vodka bottle, curling his hand round the middle.

“Let’s see who the lucky girl is gonna be!” He smirked and a few of the other females giggled as he gave a twist of his wrist, sending it spinning.

Your eyes transfixed on the object, dizzying you as it went and then, that neck stopped... right... in... front... of... you!

You’re eyes widened as your friend to your right nudged your harshly with her elbow.

Smirking smugly, Jake stood and extended his hand, "Y/N...."

You rose to your feet and slipped your hand in his, allowing him to lead you out of the common room.

You headed out of the common room and up to the rooms. All the while still being led by Jake with onlookers coming out of their rooms looking like they scored. Who would have thought? You inwardly rolled your eyes and now here you were just like the house bunnies glaring at you as you were no doubt about to score with their preferred bottle champion.

Jake stopped outside a door on the left and opened it, allowing you in first.

His room was typical, full size bed, surprisingly clean and bed made. You sat on the edge and sorta swung your feet anxiously.

“So, you know the rules?” Jake spoke, “I spun, so I get to choose where you gotta kiss me.”

"Yep. Seems like it. So...." you knew exactly where this was going. "Drop your pants, Jake."

With a smirk, his hands went to the button at the top of his flies. He worked the zip down, and in a quick shove pushed his boxers and his jeans down to his knees.

Already semi-hard, you got a good look at him. He was thick, long and...

"Are you serious?" You snorted.

Jake grinned as he glanced down, staring at the bunch of mistletoe that was tied around the base of his cock, the green leaves and white berries nestled into the nest curls of his pubes.

“Babe, I said I’d get you a Christmas surprise and here it is.”

"Jake!"

"What?!"

"What the fuck would you have done if you didn't land on me?!"

“Same as you would have done when it was your turn if you didn’t land on me!” He shot back.

"Which was what? I'd have passed, you dick. Or kissed them on the spot!"

“Exactly,” he groaned, “I wasn’t gonna drop my pants for anyone else, Y/N. You just got lucky, you get the kiss me under the mistletoe now instead of later! Or should that be suck me under the mistletoe?”

"You're lucky I like you enough to put up with your weird shit." You got on your knees and started stroking him until he was hard. Your free hand rolling his sack in your palm.

You kissed the tip of his cock and licked the underside of his shaft.

“You know, most boys get their girls perfume, or jewellery for Christmas.” You scoffed, blinking up at him as his hand settled in your hair.

“I can make it a pearl necklace if you want.”

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Day 2: Kyle (The Perfect Score)

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Snowed In - Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: This is for @wiypt-writes 25 days of Chris-mas! Day 15! dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Summary: Getting snowed in with your ex can only go very badly or very very well...

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Break up, Language! SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!

Masterlist

The universe worked in mysterious ways. Ways that even the greatest minds couldn’t even begin to comprehend. So when it just happened to work out that the only people available for the mission in the snowy depths of Russia was you and your ex-boyfriend, there was nothing you could really do except go.

You couldn’t really blame the rest of the team though. They were either injured or busy with other missions. It was just the luck of the draw. At least the breakup wasn’t fresh and not a bad one.

“I hate snow” you grumble as you walk, correction, stumble through the snow towards the cabin that would be your safe house.

“We’re not too far out now” Steve says glancing over his shoulder at you.

You sigh watching as he easily walks through the snow unlike you. Eventually the cabin came into view and the snow became thinner and easier to walk in. Walking onto the porch you kicked the snow off your boots as Steve unlocked the door and stepped inside.

“I’ll get a fire going, why don’t you go see what the food situation is?” Steve suggests nodding towards the kitchen.

“Sure, no problem” you say moving past him towards the small kitchen.

You started riffling through the cupboards to see what you could find. There wasn’t much, just basic rations and a few snacks. You found an old kettle in one of the cabinets along with some tea bags and coffee granules. You grabbed the kettle and turned on the tap letting it splutter and run for a minute before filling up the kettle and placing it on the hob. Finding some matches in the drawers you lit the hob and left the water to boil.

“Hey are there any matches in here?” Steve asked walking in.

“Yeah, here you go” you say tossing him the box.

“Thanks” he says as he catches it.

“I’m making some coffee do you want some?” You ask as he goes to turn away.

“Uh yeah sure thanks” he nods before turning back towards the fireplace.

Once you had made the coffees you walked back into the living room part of the cabin finding Steve crouched by the fire adding a couple more logs.

“Thank you” he says as you pass him his coffee.

“No problem, there’s not much for food, just basic rations” you say moving to sit on the couch.

“Well we’ll only be here overnight so that should be fine” Steve sighs moving to sit on the floor by the fire.

“Yeah it’s not a bad safehouse, I’ve seen worse” you comment glancing around.

“Bit small, there’s only one bedroom so you can take that, I’ll take the couch” Steve says keeping his eyes on the fire.

“No way, I’ll take the couch you’re far too big to sleep on this tiny thing” you say shaking your head.

“It’s fine honestly” Steve says glancing over at you momentarily.

“Not it’s not, I mean I guess we could share the bed” you suggest looking down at your mug.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable” Steve says shaking his head.

“You won’t, plus it’s not like we haven’t before” you say trailing off at the end.

Silence falls in the room as you and Steve glance at each other before quickly adverting your gazes. The silence only disturbed by the sound of the wind picking up outside. Both of you glancing to the window to see snowflakes blustering past.

“Looks like we got here just in time” you comment changing the subject.

“Yeah wouldn’t want to be walking out in that” Steve agrees looking back over to the fire.

“Yeah” you agree quietly.

Silence once again falls between the two of you and you realise that this was the first time that you had been together alone since the break up. Unable to take the silence any longer you downed the rest of the coffee ignoring the burning sensation. Standing up from the couch you put your mug in the sink.

“I’m gonna go shower” you say not waiting for Steve’s response before making your way into the bathroom.

Despite your protests Steve wouldn’t budge on his stance that he’d sleep on the couch. So when you woke up the next morning you were silent as you crept through to the kitchen to make him a coffee.

You weren’t sure what time it was but you guessed it was early since the cabin was still dark. When you heard Steve stir you carried his mug over to him.

“Morning” you greet passing him his coffee.

“Oh thanks” he mutters wiping his eyes as he sat up taking the coffee.

“Sleep well?” He asks as you move to the dying fire to add a couple more logs.

“Yeah, thanks for letting me having the bed, what about you?” You ask glancing over your shoulder at him.

“Fine” he yawns but you could tell he was lying.

“What time is it?” He asks glancing around.

“Dunno, early since it seems like the sun is only just rising” you comment nodding to the window.

Steve frowns reaching out to the side table where his watch was “its 10am” he says.

“Can’t be, it’s too dark out, are you sure you’ve got it set to the correct time zone?” You ask furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Yeah it’s definitely 10am” Steve confirms.

Confused you walk over to window and push the curtains open, cursing when you realised what the problem was.

“I’ve worked out why it’s so dark” you say moving towards the door.

“Why?” Steve asks.

You answer by opening the door to reveal the snow piled up to almost the top of the doorway.

“Oh, that’s not good” he says standing up from the couch and walking over.

“There’s no way we’re gonna make the rendezvous point” you say trying to look out over the top of the snow.

“Hopefully when we don’t make it the team will retrace our movements and come here” Steve sighs pursing his lips in thought.

“That could take all day, maybe all night too” you sigh walking away from the door.

“I guess we better get comfortable then” Steve sighs shutting the door.

You scoff shaking your head as you sat down on the couch.

“There isn’t much else we can do” Steve points out frowning at you.

“I know, I know, I just-“ you sigh shaking your head when you couldn’t finish your sentence.

“Didn’t think you’d be trapped here with me for so long” Steve finishes with a sigh.

“Sorry” you apologise dropping your head unable to look at him.

“No it’s fine, I get it, it’s awkward and not easy” Steve sighs sitting down next to him.

“I don’t want it to be awkward, I miss being able to have fun with you” you admit glancing over at him.

A small smile appears on his lips “I miss it too” he says.

“Lets not let it be awkward then, lets I dunno find some playing cards or something and have fun like we used to” you suggest gesturing around the cabin.

“Yeah sure” Steve smiles and you realise that it was the first proper smile you’d seen in a while.

You instantly smile back not expecting your heart to flutter as you looked back at him. Clearing your throat you stand back up from the couch.

“Breakfast?” You suggest.

“Sure what’s the options?” Steve asks.

“Rations or rations?” You say with a small laugh.

“Rations it is” he chuckles and once again you realise how much you missed that sound.

Once you’d eaten you and Steve searched the cabin for something to entertain you. Thankfully finding not only a set of playing cards but also a couple board games. So for the rest of the day you and Steve sat in front of the fire playing games. It almost felt like old times again, the two of you laughing and joking around.

As you played a game of go fish you noticed Steve trying to subtly stretch out his back.

“Your back is sore from the couch isn’t it?” You say knowingly.

“No it’s fine, got any 5’s?” Steve says waving it off and continuing the game.

“Steve, c’mon you’re a terrible liar” you say putting your cards down and standing up.

“Y/N seriously its fine” Steve argues but his protests die out when you move to stand behind him and start massaging his shoulders.

When you put your hands on his shoulders initially he did flinch but he soon relaxed into it. Even going as far as dropping his head so you could do the job better. You only stopped when his hand moved to rest over yours. Your breath caught in your throat because he’d only done that while you were together. He seemed to quickly realise too as his hand fell from yours and he gave you a small smile as he glanced over his shoulder.

“Thank you, much better now” he says.

“Yeah, okay” you say clearing your throat as you stepped away and moved back to you spot.

“Um go fish” you mutter as you pick up your cards.

“Huh?” Steve asks confused.

“You asked for 5’s I haven’t got any so go fish” you explain quietly avoiding his gaze.

“Oh yeah right” he says quickly before picking a card up from the pile.

The awkward air between you once again falls as you continue playing the game. Only asking each other for cards, nothing else.

As the sun set you both decided to get some sleep since it didn’t seem like the team were gonna get you soon. This time you managed to convince Steve to sleep in the bed with you. Leading to the two of you lying wide awake staring up at the ceiling.

The silence was deafening but you couldn’t think of what to say. Nor could you work out what you wanted to say. It felt like there should be something to say but you didn’t know what. Sleep wasn’t an option either, your brain running far too fast to sleep.

Steve however did break the silence with a question you too were asking yourself but one that also sent you reeling.

“Why didn’t we work out?” He asks quietly.

“I- I don’t know” you admit quietly not daring to look over at him.

“I can remember when we broke up, I- I was so blindsided, I didn’t see it coming, I didn’t know you were unhappy” Steve sighs glancing over at you.

“I wasn’t unhappy” you say shaking your head “it just didn’t seem to be working and I didn’t want to end up hating you”

“I’d never hate you” Steve says making you look over at him.

“I know…” you sigh sadly.

“I miss you” he admits quietly.

“I miss you too so, so much” you confess unable to take your eyes off him.

“I never stopped loving you” Steve says rolling onto his side to face you.

You take a deep, shuddering breath as tears collect in your eyes “I never stopped loving you” you whisper.

Even in the low light you could see Steve’s eyes searching your face, stopping momentarily on your lips before returning to your eyes. You held your breath as his hand moved to cup your cheek, wiping away the stray tears that fell. You had to close your eyes as you try to get yourself under control. Freezing for a moment when your felt Steve’s lips ghost over yours, and when you didn’t pull away they found yours again, this time with much more confidence.

You sighed into this kiss, your arms moving around his shoulders as he moved you onto your back, caging you in between his arms. The kiss became more feverish and passionate as you began to make up for lost time. Steve’s hand ran up and down your side before settling on your hip gripping it tightly as if he was scared you would disappear. In turn you gripped the cotton top he worse tightly.

Steve’s lips travelled from yours, down to your jawline and down your neck. Hitting all the spots that sent you wild as if there had been no time apart. In-between kisses he whispers sweet words in your about how much he missed and loved you.

“Stevie-“ you gasp arching your back as he kisses the spot just below your ear.

“What is it doll?” He asks barely above a whisper, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“I need you” you sigh tugging at his top.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks pulling away enough to look you in the eye.

“Yes, I missed you Stevie, all of you” you say caressing his cheek.

His hand finds yours taking your hand and moving it so he could kiss your hand.

“You have me doll, forever” Steve says before bending down to kiss you passionately.

No longer holding back both your hands move to remove your clothing as quickly as possible. As soon as Steve’s boxers were pushed off your hands found his large member, fingers wrapping around it giving him a few pumps making him hiss.

“Fuck doll” he groans before taking your hand and pinning it to the bed “I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up”

“Don’t wait then” you tell him with a playful smirk.

“Don’t plan on it doll” Steve smirks before placing a bruising kiss to your lips.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, fingers moving up to cascade through his hair. You gasp when you feel him press up against you, pressing your forehead against his.

“Are you ready? I can wait if you’re-“ Steve asks you pausing.

“Steve, I love you, but I swear to god if you don’t hurry up I’ll finish the job myself” you warn him making a lopsided grin grow on his face.

“Don’t threaten me with the good times” Steve smirks kissing you deeply.

You both moan into the kiss as he slowly presses up into you. He pulls away and rests his forehead against yours, the both of you breathing deeply as you got use to him.

“I missed you, I missed you so, so much” Steve pants shaking his head as he presses kisses against your lips and jaw line.

“I missed you too” you gasp as you roll your hips up towards his.

He groaned as you rolled your hips, pressing a harsh kiss to your lips as he began to thrust into you. You hooked your leg around his waist to keep him there, not that he would leave now. Silence fell in the room apart from the sounds of Steve’s hips meeting yours, the confessions of love and the squeaky bed frame.

“Stevie I’m close- don’t stop” you moan gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

“I’ve got you doll” Steve grits out, his hand moving between your bodies easily finding your clit.

You came with a moan so loud it could cause an avalanche. Your walls clenching down around him leaving Steve groaning. He was able to thrust a couple more times before finding his release. He collapsed down onto you, holding himself up enough so he didn’t crush you.

“That was-“ you breath out.

“Amazing” Steve finished brushing some hair out of your face.

“Why did we stop doing that?” You smirk making him laugh.

“I dunno but let’s not stop ever again” Steve says smiling warmly down at you.

“Good because I don’t wanna let you go again” you smile running your fingers over his shoulders and into his hair.

“I love you” Steve smiled leaning down to kiss you gently.

“I love you too” you sigh smiling back up at him.

Steve eventually gently pulled out of you but he didn’t stray too far. Gently pulling you into his side, kissing the top of your head. Everything falling back into place like nothing ever happened. It was never the wrong person, just the wrong time.

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Best Friend’s Brother: Babe’s First Christmas - Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: Okay so I ended up having two one shot ideas for Chris-mas day and I couldn’t decide which one to post so you’re getting both! So this is my second entry to @wiypt-writes 25 days of Chrismas, Day 25! Dividers made by @firefly-graphics

If you haven’t already worked it out by the title, this take place in the Best Friend’s Brother Universe and is set after the Epilogue. This oneshot can be read as a stand alone, however if you want to read the series I will link the masterlist below!

Summary: Planning the perfect first christmas is no easy task, especially when you also agreed to host both sides of the family....

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: Language! Bit of Angst, and a whole lot of festive fluff!

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Christmas was always a joyous yet stressful time of the year. Everyone getting excited for the festivities while also making sure they had all the presents etc sorted. You and Chris always loved Christmas as you loved nothing more than sitting in front of the fire under a blanket.

This year was even more exciting because it was Ellie’s, your 5 month old daughter, first Christmas. Which in turn also made it even more stressful because you wanted it to be perfect and you’d also agreed to host both your families this year.

As soon as thanksgiving was over Christmas was on your mind. Going out of your way to make you had everything you needed and that nothing would go wrong. You’d planned everything, almost every time you’d come home from the shops you’d bring some new Christmas based item home. Chris had even heard you mumbling about Christmas in your sleep.

Chris too had been getting into the spirit, or at least trying to around his work schedule. While he didn’t have any movies to shoot until spring next year, he still had a million things to do like meetings with his management, organising ASP interviews and shooting those. He wanted to get as much of it done before the holidays so he could spend the entire holiday period enjoying himself with his family and not having to worry about a thing.

However with Chris being busy almost all of December it meant that almost everything fell to you to organise. Which while in theory you were okay with, in hindsight it probably wasn’t the best idea while also trying to care for a 5 month old.

Chris was out of the house doing a photo shoot and interview when he got pulled aside by his publicist.

“We’ve been given a heads up about a story by people magazine” she told him quietly.

“Okay, good or bad?” Chris sighs feeling like he already knew the answer.

“Well its all speculative and its just a bad photo that’s been taken out of context” she explains making Chris raise a brow in question.

“A photo of who?” Chris asks putting his hands on his hips.

“Of Y/N and her mom out shopping” she tells him passing him her phone which had the photo in question on it.

Chris sighed as he took the phone and looked at the photo. It wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be but he could see how the brief snapshot moment could be taken out of context. You and your mom were walking along the sidewalk talking, your mom holding your daughter who’s face was thankfully obscured. You were clearly venting something to your mom, gesturing wildly and running your hand through your hair. Chris could see whatever you were talking about was stressing you out and he could tell you were close to tears.

Chris remembered that day and when you got home you didn’t seemed stressed. You didn’t tell him anything when you got home. So he guessed that you must have felt better after talking it out with your mom but he still expected you to talk to him about it.

The problem was is that the media and everyone else saw this and assumed it meant problems in the marriage. It didn’t help that you were wearing gloves so you couldn’t see your rings.

Trouble in Paradise Y/N Evans was spotted out on Monday Christmas shopping with her mother and infant daughter.

However it seems that the shopping trip was far from joyful and festive. Y/N was seen to be having an emotional conversation with her mother.

Sources close to the couple say that Chris has been working away from home for weeks now, barely spending time at home. Is the pressures of being new parents and long distance putting a strain on the marriage? Chris Evans is slated to appear in more projects in the new year, are more cracks set to appear?

“Right okay” Chris sighs running his hand over his beard in annoyance.

“Do you want me to call her to let her know?” His publicist asks.

“No, I’ll talk to her later, thanks for the heads up” Chris sighs shaking his head.

“It’s nothing, look don’t worry about it, this’ll blow over in no time, maybe a post on Instagram might help?” She suggests.

“Yeah okay, I’ll discuss it with Y/N later” Chris nods passing the phone back to her.

He knew the photo would blow over, crap articles like this tended to anyway. His fans were far more behind you and him than they were at the beginning of your relationship. They wouldn’t believe this crap. The thing that was bothering Chris was that you had been upset and he didn’t know why.

As soon as he could he headed home to talk to you about the article, and whatever it was that upset you. As he got into the house he found you leaning against the counter head in your hand as you looked down at the list you were making.

“Hey you okay?” Chris greeted you, walking towards you.

“Hm?” You hum glancing up “oh hey didn’t hear you come in” you smile once you saw him.

“Been up to much today?” Chris asks standing besides you and running his hand up and down your back.

“Yeah been pretty busy, Ellie is just taking a nap, so I thought I’d organise what food to get for Christmas day” you say giving him a small smile.

“Okay, hey um we got a heads up on an article being published” Chris tells you seeing your shoulders drop.

“Is it bad?” You ask wincing slightly.

“No, not really, just a photo taken out of context that’s all, there’s absolutely nothing true in the accompanying story” Chris tells you squeezing your shoulder.

“What’s the photo?” You ask him.

“You and your mom out shopping but you seemed upset by something” Chris explained gently.

You paused for a moment glancing down before looking up at Chris “Upset? I don’t remember being upset, do you have the photo?” You ask him.

“Uh yeah, one sec” Chris mumbles as he pulls out his phone to find the photo.

He watched you as you glanced over the photo to see what your reaction would be. But your expression was completely unreadable which just made him more concerned.

“Oh yeah, I remember now, I wasn’t upset just got really passionate about this climate change thing” you say waving it off with a shrug of your shoulders turning back to your list.

“Oh okay, well you know you can talk to me about anything, no matter how small” Chris says gently his hand returning to your back.

“I know, but I’m fine” you say giving him a small smile.

Chris wasn’t convinced that you were completely fine. He’d seen you go on passionate rants about climate change or extinction and they didn’t look like what he saw in that photo. He knew you well enough to see something wasn’t right.

Just as he was about to question it once more the baby monitor came to life and you could hear Ellie crying. You glanced up at Chris who was torn between going to Ellie or finding out what was wrong.

“Chris seriously I’m fine, now go, she’s calling for you” you push giving him a warm smile.

“Okay, I love you” Chris sighs kissing the side of your head.

“I love you too” you smile as he heads out of the kitchen.

Ever since that day Chris made sure to keep an extra eye on you. Trying his best to help out whenever he could. Staying up after you’d gone to bed to clean up or do laundry that you hadn’t had a chance to get to.

He hoped that you would open up now that you had less to do, but you didn’t. If anything he could see you getting more and more stressed the closer to Christmas. So he had to pull out the big guns.

Shutting the door to his office he sat down and pulled out his phone. Phoning the only person he knew that had the full story.

“Hey Chris, is everything alright?” Your mom asks as she picks up.

“Hey, I’m good I just need your help with something” Chris sighs running his hand over his heard.

“What’s wrong?” Your mom asks.

“That’s the thing I don’t actually know, I can see Y/N is stressed about something but she won’t tell me. And I don’t really want to go behind her back go find out but I’m starting to get worried especially since Christmas is only a couple days away, and there was that photo of the two of you” Chris explains rambling slightly.

“She didn’t tell you? She promised me she’d talk to you” your mom sighed.

“Talk to me about what?” Chris asked confused.

“She’s just feeling overwhelmed Chris, she bitten off more than she can chew with hosting everyone and trying to make as many memories for Ellie as possible, giving her the best first Christmas” Your mom explains and Chris silently curses at himself for not noticing it.

“Why didn’t she say anything, ask for help?” Chris asks.

“Chris you know her as well as I do, sometimes she’s too stubborn for her own good, and now that you’re back working again she doesn’t want you to worry and stop what you’re doing, especially since you’ve been trying to get it all done before Christmas” your mom explains with a sigh.

“I did offer to help with Christmas dinner and all that and she said she’d talk to you about it but clearly she hasn’t” she adds.

“Okay, well i’ll talk to her about it, but if that offer of help is still there” Chris sighs as he thinks out loud.

“Of course it is, I know exactly what it is she’s doing for dinner so I can easily jump in” your mom tells him.

“Great thank you so much for this” Chris thanks leaning back in his chair.

“It’s nothing, i’ll see you in a couple days” your mom says before hanging up.

Leaving his office he walked down the corridor towards the living room where he found you and Ellie playing with a Christmas play sensory kit. When Ellie saw Chris walk in she gave an excited squeal waving her little arms.

“Hello princess, you having fun with momma?” Chris asks as he sit down lifting her up for a cuddle.

“Yes lots of fun” you smile watching as Ellie nuzzled her head into Chris’ neck.

“Well someone seemed tired out” Chris chuckles gently as he bounces a now sleepy Ellie.

“Sounds like its time for a nap then” you say gently stroking Ellie’s back.

“I’ll put her down and then why don’t you and I have a little chill out?” Chris suggests.

“Yeah sure sounds great” you smile as Chris stands up to go put Ellie down for a nap.

When he returned back downstairs, baby monitor in hand he found you no longer in the living room but in the kitchen looking over a list.

“Hey I thought we were gonna chill out” Chris says walking over.

“Oh I know I just remembered I needed to check we had everything ready for tomorrow and Christmas day” you say not looking up from your list.

Chris sighed plucking the list from your hands and setting it down on the side.

“Chris!” You complain trying to reach for it.

“Nope we’re gonna talk” Chris states pushing the list further away.

“Talk about what?” You ask crossing your arms over your chest.

“I spoke to your mom today” he starts and he instantly sees you freeze for a second like a deer in headlights.

“What about?” You ask playing dumb.

“About the fact that you’re feeling overwhelmed with all this planning” he explains gesturing to your lists “and that you won’t talk to me or accept help from your mom”

“I have everything under control” you huff in anger “I can’t believe you went behind my back!”

“I had to! You wouldn’t talk to me! You lied about the photo! You kept saying you were fine when you’re obviously not!” Chris argues.

“I am fine!” You snap but even Chris could see the tears forming in your eyes.

He hated seeing you like this, all he wanted to do was make it better so you could actually enjoy Christmas.

“Darlin’ please, I can see you’re stressed and all I want to do is help, so we can all enjoy Christmas” Chris says gently.

“That’s all I’m trying to do” you admit quietly, looking down at the floor hugging yourself.

“This is Ellie’s first Christmas and I just want it to be perfect, I want there to be all these memories of doing fun activities and having the best Christmas ever” you continue sniffling.

“Oh sweetheart c’mere” Chris sighs pulling you into his embrace, gently rubbing your back as you cried.

“Ellie is gonna have the perfect Christmas no matter what, and even if something goes wrong she won’t remember it, do you remember anything from when you were 5 months old?” Chris asks when your crying had receded.

“No” you admit with a sniffle.

“Exactly, we’re the only ones who are gonna remember it and we’re not gonna enjoy it if we’re stressing over making sure it’s perfect” Chris says cupping your cheeks and wiping away your tears.

“Yeah you’re right, but there’s still so much to do to get ready for everyone” you sigh shaking your head.

“We’ll handle it, your mom’s offer of helping with the Christmas dinner is still on the table, my mom will probably help too, I can get Scott to help wrap all the presents, we’ve got an amazing and large family who love us to bits so lets let them pull their weight” Chris smiles making you chuckle gently.

“Thank you Chris, I feel much better now” you smile leaning up to kiss him.

“Its what I’m here for” Chris smiles.

“Now you go get comfy on the couch while I grab us some snacks and hot chocolate” Chris says running his hands up and down your arms.

“Okay don’t be too long” you say looking up at him with a smile.

“Wouldn’t dream of it” Chris grins kissing the top of your head before you head back out.

Christmas morning Chris ended up waking before you so when saw Ellie was awake on the baby monitor he snuck out of bed, carefully not to wake you up.

“Merry Christmas princess” Chris smiles walking into the nursery.

Ellie babbled happily holding her arms out to him.

“C’mon little elf” Chris smiled lifting her up smiling at her elf baby grow you’d put her in.

“Are you hungry?” Chris asks tickling her stomach making her squeal and giggle.

“Oh did you like that?” Chris chuckles continuing to gently tickle her stomach making her squirm in his arms.

“Someone’s excited for Christmas” Chris heard you say behind him.

Turning around he spots you leaning against the doorframe smiling as you watched the two of them.

“Sorry I forgot I left the monitor on the bedside table” Chris apologises as you walk over.

“Its fine, are you excited to see what Santa got you for Christmas?” You ask taking Ellie’s small hand and bouncing it.

Ellie responds with some more happy babbling shaking the hand you held excitedly.

“Lets go get some breakfast before everyone else wakes up, specifically the kids” Chris chuckles.

Walking into the kitchen you found Scott, Steve, Carly and her husband Ryan all stood drinking coffee.

“Ah there’s my favourite youngest niece” Scott smiles quickly walking over and taking Ellie from Chris for a cuddle.

“I’m surprised you guys are up already, I thought you’d be getting some more sleep before the kids woke up” Chris commented as he moved to make himself and you some coffee.

“Well you’ll realise soon enough you’ll feel better waking up early instead of being woken up early” Ryan says making you chuckle.

“And Scott is just a massive child himself” Steve smirks gesturing to Scott who was playing peekaboo with Ellie.

“Age is just a number” Scott retorts glancing back over at Steve.

“Well we should enjoy the peace while it lasts, the kids couldn’t stop talking about opening their presents last night” Carly chuckled.

“Lets get this one fed and dressed before it gets too manic then” you say as you finish making Ellie her baby cereal.

Once Ellie was fed you took her back upstairs to clean her up and change her. You’d brought a cute little red sweater that had ‘Ellie’s first Christmas’ on the front. You finished the ensemble off with some red white and green candy-cane leggings and little elf booties.

When you came back downstairs everyone else was up and awake, all eating breakfast in the kitchen.

“Oh don’t you look adorable!” Lisa exclaims when she sees you and Ellie.

“I know I am ma but what about Ellie?” Chris smirks earning a small shove from Shanna who was stood besides him.

“You know exactly who I was talking about Christopher” Lisa sighs rolling her eyes playfully at him as she crossed the kitchen to say hello to Ellie.

“How you feeling sweetie?” Lisa asks glancing up at you.

“Good, nice and relaxed, thanks for helping out” you smile gratefully.

“It’s nothing me and your mom are looking forward to making dinner together” Lisa smiles, your mom nodding in agreement.

“Can we open some presents now?” Ethan asks once he was finished eating.

“What’s the magic word?” Carly says raising a brow.

“Please?” Ethan asks, Carly glancing over to you and Chris.

“Of course little man, you three kids head through and we’ll be through in a moment” Chris says nodding his head, the three kids all rushing out of the kitchen.

The morning was spent watching all the kids open their presents from Santa. Ellie was sat in Chris’ lap as he helped her unwrap her present from Santa. Ellie of course was more enthralled with the colourful wrapping paper than the actual toy.

You set Ellie down for a nap while you all sat down for Christmas dinner. You had managed to help your mom and Lisa out making Christmas dinner, even if Chris told you just to relax.

After eating far too much food and exchanging some terrible jokes you all settled down to watch a Christmas movie. The children picking muppets Christmas carol. Due to the large volume of guests you and Chris ended up sitting on the floor together, you sat in between Chris’ legs leaning back against his chest with his arms around you.

About half way through the movie the baby monitor burst to life with the sound of Ellie crying. You went to push yourself up but before you got the chance Scott was up.

“I’ll go get her, you two relax” he smiles heading out of the living room.

A few minutes later Scott reappear with a still tearful Ellie.

“Sorry I couldn’t get her to settle” Scott apologises bouncing Ellie gently.

“Its fine, c’mere sweetie” you say holding out your arms for Scott to pass you Ellie.

Once in your arms you held her close rubbing her back soothingly as she nuzzled her face into the crook of your neck.

“Hey there princess what’s all this crying about?” Chris says gently as he watched over your shoulder.

Thankfully she soon settled back down and fell asleep in your arms, clearly worn out from all the crying.

“Maybe she had a bad dream” Stella said shifting so she could look at her baby cousin.

“Yeah probably dreamt about the grinch stealing Christmas” Chris chuckles tickling Stella’s side making her giggle and squirm away towards her mom.

“I’ll give her a few minutes before settling her back upstairs, I don’t want to disturb the movie too much” you say conscious of the film that had been paused.

“Oh its fine dear, we just all have to be mindful of our voices don’t we?” Lisa says looking at the three kids who nodded in agreement.

“Okay, but if she starts fussing again i’ll take her out and don’t worry about pausing the movie” you agree.

Everyone nodded in agreement hitting play on the movie and true to their words all the kids made sure they weren’t too loud.

Despite being a massive fan of muppets Christmas carol Chris ended up spending the remaining time watching you with Ellie in your arms. At you point you caught him watching smiling up at him over your shoulder.

“You okay?” You ask him whispering so you didn’t disturb everyone.

“Yeah, I’m perfect” Chris whispers a warm smile on his face as he kissed the side of your head, wrapping his arms around you tighter.

Once the movie was over Ellie had woken up in a much better mood, in perfect time to unwrap the rest of the presents. All the kids went first again excitedly unwrapping their gifts from everyone. Ellie absolutely loving the brand new bunny toy Scott and Steve gave her.

Once the children were occupied playing with their new toys the adults started swapping their gifts. Which much to her delight meant Ellie got passed around to whoever had their hands free, allowing her to get quality time with all her grandparents, uncles and aunties.

“Here you go sweetheart” Chris smiles passing you your gift from him.

“Thank you, Merry Christmas Chris” you smile passing him his gift in turn.

You start unwrapping his gift revealing a square box. Once you open it you see a gorgeous necklace inside. It was a simple silver chain which had 3 gemstones embedded in the metal. You instantly recognise that each gem were the birth stones for you, Chris and Ellie.

“Chris this is beautiful, thank you so much” you smile gently running your fingers over the necklace.

“Your welcome, the jeweller said he could easily add more stones to it if and when our family grows” Chris smiles making tears well up in your eyes.

“Its amazing. You’re amazing” you smile cupping his cheek and bringing his lips to yours.

“No you’re amazing, you made this day the best Christmas ever, and your gift is amazing I’ll never take it off” he says holding up the leather bracelet you’d given him which has a single strip of metal with your anniversary and co-ordinates of where you said your vows engraved.

“This day would have been a disaster if you didn’t step in and tell me to relax” you point out.

“No it wouldn’t have, but I’m glad you enjoyed it, and I think Ellie has too” Chris says nodding over Ellie who was giggling with Scott and Steve as they tickled and played peekaboo with her new bunny.

“Yeah she has, definitely the best first Christmas ever” you smile as you watched Ellie.

“Almost makes me want another” Chris smirks making you chuckle.

“Yeah lets wait a few more months first, let things calm back down again” you tell him.

“Okay, but we can still practice right?” Chris smirks making you laugh.

“Of course, I’ve got a very special Christmas present waiting for you upstairs” you whisper with a smirk, grinning when you see his eyes widen slightly.

“How soon can we kick everyone out?” He asks raising a brow.

“Chris they’re staying the night!” You remind him laughing.

“I know but I’m not sure I can wait that long now” Chris says with a small pout.

“Don’t worry I’ll make the wait worth it” you wink cupping his chin bringing his lips to yours earning a quiet groan from him.

One that you thought only you heard but when you glanced over at Scott and saw him mouth ‘disgusting’ with a disapproving shake of his head, you knew that definitely wasn’t the case at all.

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Happy Hanukkah - Ari Levinson x Reader

A/N: This is for @wiypt-writes 25 days of Chris-mas! Day 22! dividers made by @firefly-graphics

Pairing: Teacher!Ari x Reader

Summary: Ari teaches your daughter all about Hanukkah

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Just Fluff

IMPORTANT A/N: I am going to preface this by saying I am not Jewish. All of the information is from my own research online and I am aware that not everything you read on the internet is 100% accurate. If there is something incorrect here please feel free to Kindly educate me. Also since Ari is explaining it to a child the language used will reflect that. With that please enjoy the one shot!

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The school corridor was completely silent, not a soul around. The only sound being the clicking of your heeled boots as you walked. It wasn’t long until you reached the classroom you were headed to, knocking gently before stepping inside.

“Mommy!” Your 6 year old daughter, Anna, greets jumping up from her seat to run over and hug you.

“Hey kiddo, how was school today?” You smile stroking the top of her head as you hug her back.

“Great! We started making Christmas decorations look I made more while I waited for you” Anna smiles running back to her desk to grab her work.

“Hey, how was work?” Ari smiled walking over from his desk to kiss you on the cheek.

“Good, same old same old, did she behave?” You smile nodding to Anna.

“Good as gold as always, call me biased but she’s the best in my class” Ari smirks making your chuckle.

“Don’t let the other moms hear you have favourites” you warn him playfully.

“Well it’s hard when her mom is also my favourite” Ari say with a lopsided grin as he places his hands on your hips pulling you closer.

“Oh really? It’s a good thing her mom’s favourite teacher is you then” you smirk running your hands up his chest to his shoulders.

Ari grins humming in agreement before leaning down for a short but sweet kiss. One that if your daughter wasn’t in the room and you weren’t in an elementary school would have you begging for more.

“I’d love to stay but I’ve got to get Anna to a haircut” you sigh stepping back a step, hands trailing down his arms to his hands.

“That’s okay, I have a bit more work to do before the weekend so I wouldn’t be good company” Ari smiles shrugging his shoulders.

“You’re always good company” you say with a wink before turning back to Anna.

“Right then sweetie, pack up your things so we can head out” you tell her.

She nods her head quickly packing up her small rucksack and putting on her coat before running back over to you and grabbing your hand.

“Are you coming over for a sleepover tonight Ari?” Anna asks looking up at him.

Ari smiles bending down to be at her eye level before glancing back up at you.

“I’d love to, but it’s up to your mom to invite me” Ari tells her gently.

“Mommy please?” Anna says tugging on your hand as she looked up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Of course, Ari is welcome to stay over any night” you smile as Ari gives you a small wink.

“Great, well I’ll see you later kiddo” Ari smiles ruffling her hair up earning some laughter and sounds of protest from the little girl.

“See you later sweetheart” Ari smiles standing back up and kissing your cheek.

“See you later, just use your key to get in, even if we get back before you” you tell him.

“Yes ma’am” Ari smirks giving a mock salute that make Anna giggle.

“Anna! Dinner time!” You called out placing her plate down on the table.

“Coming!” You hear Anna shout shortly followed by the sound of her running through the apartment towards the kitchen.

“Thanks mommy” she says jumping up onto her chair, placing her doll in the table so it was sat up.

“Your welcome sweetie” you smile turning to clean up and start making your own dinner.

“Mommy?” Anna says after a few minutes.

“Yes sweetie?” You ask turning back round to face her.

“Why doesn’t Ari light his candles?” She asks making you furrow your brows in confusion.

“What do you mean?” You ask putting your hand on your hip.

“Ari has a candle holder in the class but he only has one candle in it and he didn’t light it today” Anna explains as she pushes her peas around her plate.

You pause for a moment trying to work out what she meant. You catch sight of the calendar and suddenly you realised what she could mean.

“Did it look like this?” You ask grabbing a scrap piece of paper and one of her crayons and drawing a menorah.

“Yeah that’s it” Anna says happy you worked it out.

“That’s Ari’s menorah sweetie” you explain watching as she looks at you in confusion.

“What’s a menorah?” She asks.

You purse your lips slightly trying to work out how best to explain it “it’s a religious lamp that’s used during Hanukkah, each day you add and light a candle” you explain moving to sit down at the table.

“What’s Hanukkah?” Anna asks.

“Its a Jewish holiday, because remember Ari is Jewish” you explain and she nods her head in understanding.

“He could explain this all much better than me if you ask him” you tell her, seeing how she still didn’t fully understand.

She nods slightly before looking back down at her dinner “can I go play now?” She asks.

“Finish your peas first” you smile standing back up.

She huffs in annoyance but does as she’s told finishing off her peas before heading off to go play.

“Bedtime in an hour” you call out after her.

“Okay!” She calls out just as you hear the front door open.

“Hey sorry I’m late, Sammy and the guys wanted to hang out” Ari apologises as he walks into the kitchen.

“Its okay, how are they?” You smile kissing him in greeting.

“Good, same old, same old, Jake’s got a new girlfriend” Ari says shrugging his shoulders.

“Let me guess you all have bets on how long it’ll last?” You ask knowingly.

“Of course, I bet they won’t even last til Christmas” he smirks making you laugh.

“So cynical” you laugh shaking your head at him.

Ari just shrugs his shoulders with a mischievous smile “something smells nice” he says nodding over to the oven.

“Thanks, I’ve made us lasagne” you tell him.

“Nice, has Anna already eaten?” Ari asks.

“Yeah, just finished eating when you came in, speaking of which she was asking about Hanukkah and your Menorah in your classroom” you tell him making him raise a brow.

“Really?” He asks surprised.

“Yeah I tried to explain it as best as I could but I said she could ask you but I have a feeling she’ll be too shy to” you explain, Ari nodding his head slightly.

“Oh okay, well I could explain it all tomorrow?” Ari offers, making you smile up at him.

“Will you be dressed up as the holiday armadillo?” You ask with a smirk making Ari laugh.

“But seriously that would be great because you’re such a big part of our lives now, I want her to understand everything about you” you smile running your hands up his arms.

A grin grows on Ari’s face as he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you closer.

“Well I definitely can’t argue with that reasoning” he grins leaning down and kissing you.

You smile into the kiss, your hands moving to cup his cheeks. Your fingers running through his beard and up into his long brown hair. Just as the kiss was about to deepen you hear your daughter shout for you. Both you sigh and Ari chuckle as he rested his forehead against yours.

“I’ll go” he says moving to kiss your forehead.

“Thank you” you smile kissing him quickly before he stepped away to go find out what it was Anna wanted.

The next day Ari popped out back to his apartment to grab everything he needed to help explain what Hanukkah was to Anna. Ignoring your requests for him to pick up an armadillo costume.

When he got back to your apartment you and Anna were sat in the lounge. Sitting on the floor around the coffee table both of you colouring.

“Hey, I got everything” Ari says walking over and sitting down between you and Anna.

“Got what?” Anna asks putting down her crayons.

“Well your mom told me that you wanted to know more about Hanukkah so I thought I’d explain it to you” Ari says pulling out a Menorah and his box of candles.

Anna gave you a small look, clearly unimpressed and embarrassed that you had told Ari about her questions. But you could tell that she was also very curious at everything thing else Ari was pulling out of the bag.

“So the story of Hanukkah is about a group of Jewish rebels called the Maccabees taking back one of the Jewish temples, to do this they had to light a menorah like this one at all times” Ari explained pointing to his Menorah.

“Now Menorahs need pure olive oil to burn, and the Maccabees only had enough for 1 night” Ari continued.

“What did they do?” Anna asked already deeply invested.

“Well they were blessed by a miracle, so instead of only lasting 1 night, the oil lasted 8 which allowed the Maccabees to find more oil” Ari explained, Anna nodding her head in understanding.

“So to celebrate that miracle each night during Hanukkah we light the candles of our menorahs, adding another candle each night” Ari continued pointing at his menorah.

“But why are there 9 spaces if there’s only 8 nights?” Anna questioned.

“Well this one is for the shamash, which is the candle we use to light the others, which is why it’s in the centre and slightly higher up than the rest, we also light the candle in a specific order but I’ll show you that later when we light them” Ari tell her.

“Oh okay, what’s this?” Anna then asks holding up the dreidel.

“That is a dreidel and we use it to play a game” Ari explains gently taking the dreidel from Anna and spinning it on the table.

“Usually we use money, but I thought that instead we could use chocolate coins” Ari says pulling out some chocolate coins.

You had to smile at the excitement expression Anna pulled when she saw the chocolate.

“Can we play?” She asked excitedly.

“Of course, so each player gets an equal amount of coins, and the aim of the game is to have as many as possible because if you lose all your coins you’re out of the game” Ari explains handing each of you 10 coins.

“So on each side of the dreidel is for letters from the Hebrew alphabet: Nun, Gimmel, Hey and Shin, and together they translate to: a great miracle happened here” Ari explained pointing to each of the letters on the dreidel.

“Okay to start the game each player has to put a coin in the pot” Ari says putting one of his coins in the middle, closely followed by you and Anna.

“Then each player takes it in turns to spin the dreidel, and the letter it lands on tells you what to do. So if you land on Shin you add another coin to the pot, nun you do nothing, Gimmel you take all the coins from the pot and hey you take half the coins in the pot” Ari explains pointing to all the letters again.

“Do you understand it all Anna?” You ask watching as she nodded slowly.

“I think so” she says slowly.

“Its okay, I’ll explain more as we play and you’ll pick it up in no time” Ari smiles reassuringly.

As the three of you started playing you couldn’t help but smile at how much Anna was getting into it. You had also noticed Ari cheating, but not so he’d win, but so Anna would. Sneaking coins into her pile whenever he could. Soon enough you were out of the game, Ari soon following leaving Anna the rightful winner.

“Can I eat my coins now?” Anna smiles as she collects her spoils.

“You can have one now, but save the rest for later after dinner” Ari tells her holding up a coin for her.

You couldn’t help but smile at how perfect Ari was with Anna. You knew he was good with kids because he was an elementary school teacher. But seeing him interact with Anna was a whole new level. If you didn’t know better you would say he’s been there her entire life.

“Okay” Anna agrees easily “but you can have one too” she says passing both you and Ari a coin.

“Thank you sweetheart” you smile glancing over at Ari who was grinning over at you as he popped the piece of chocolate in his mouth.

That evening while you were cleaning up the arts and crafts supplies, making sure to save the many drawings Anna and Ari made together, Ari was cooking up latkes with the help of Anna. You paused by the kitchen door smiling when you heard the giggles of Anna and Ari soon followed by them singing the dreidel song together.

“Mommy! Dinner’s ready!” Anna exclaims bursting out of the kitchen excitedly.

“Okay, okay I’m coming” you smile taking her hand and letting her drag you into the kitchen.

“Ta da!” She says proudly holding out her arms to show of her hard work.

“Oh wow it looks delicious sweetie” you smile pulling her into your side and bending down to kiss the top of her head.

You look back up at Ari who was smiling watching on with his hands on his hips. A couple of shirt button undone from the heat of cooking allowing you to see a hint of his chest hair.

“C’mon lets eat before it gets cold” Ari says clapping his hands and rubbing them together, Anna doesn’t move though still too excited to show you everything.

“C’mon missy lets let mommy eat something” Ari says as he walks over standing behind Anna hooking his hands under her shoulders and lifting her easily earning a squeal of a laugh as he put her down in her seat.

After dinner Ari took Anna back over to the menorah so he could teach her exactly how to light it.

“Okay so since tonight is the second night of Hanukkah we place 2 candles on the menorah from right to left” Ari explains as he pulls two candles out of the box.

He passes the candles to Anna directing her so she placed them in the right spots.

“Perfect now we light the shamash and use it to light the rest from left to right” Ari explains lighting a match and lighting the shamash.

“Can I help?” Anna asks hopefully.

“Yes but we need to be very careful, why?” Ari asks.

“Because its fire and fire can hurt” Anna says nodding her head.

“Exactly so lets go nice and slowly” Ari agrees.

He helps Anna light the remaining candles, holding the candle with her so nothing went wrong. Putting the shamash back in its place once they were done.

“What do we say to Ari for teaching you all about Hanukkah?” You say putting your hands on Anna’s shoulders.

“Thank you Ari” Anna says in a slight sing songy voice.

“It was my pleasure” Ari smiles ruffling her hair, making her laugh.

“Right you’ve had a very exciting day and it’s getting late so it’s time to get ready for bed” you say patting Anna’s shoulders.

“Okay” Anna sighs clearing not sold on the idea.

“I’ll be through in a few minutes” you tell her as she heads off to her room.

Once she was gone you turned back round to Ari and cup his cheek kissing him deeply. He gives you a lopsided grin as you pull away.

“What was that for?” He smirks.

“For being you and teaching Anna all about Hanukkah” you smile thumb running over his beard.

Ari smiles moving his lips back to yours “anything for my two favourite ladies” he smiles.

A few minutes later you were stood in the bathroom with Anna brushing her hair as she brushed her teeth.

“All done?” You ask putting the hairbrush down as she finished up nodding her head.

“Can Ari read me a story?” She asks turning around to face you.

“Sure, you go get into bed while I get him” you smile kissing the top of her head.

“Yay thank you” she smiles bounding off to her bedroom.

You chuckle gently before heading back to the living room where Ari was reclined on the couch reading a book.

“All tucked in for bed?” He asks when he spots you.

“Not yet, she’s requested that you read her a story and tuck her in” you smile walking over to him.

“Really?” He asks surprised as he sits up.

“Yep, you better get in there before she comes and find you” you smirk kissing him as he stands up.

“I better hurry up then” he smiles heading towards Anna’s room.

He knocked on the door gently before pushing it open finding Anna already in bed waiting for him. A smile growing on her face when she sees him.

“Okay missy, what story would you like?” He asks pausing by her bookshelf.

“Can you tell me another one of your story?” She asks shuffling in her bed to face him.

“Of course” Ari smiles moving to perch by the side of his bed.

Anna’s attention was solely on him as he recounted a story his mom would always tell him when he was her age. Soon enough he saw her holding back yawns desperately trying to stay awake.

“The end” Ari says gently brushing some hair out of her face.

“Thank you Ari” Anna yawns a smile on her face.

“Its okay, did you have fun today?” He asks earning a nod for the little girl.

“Good, and if you have anymore questions don’t be scared to ask” Ari reminds her.

Anna nods her head again before asking “do you still celebrate Christmas if you’re Jewish?”

“I do yes, Christmas as become a holiday that’s more than just its religious origin, so many faiths now celebrate it too because it’s about being around family and loved ones” Ari explains as Anna shifts to get more comfortable in bed.

“Good because I know what I want for Christmas” she tells him sleepily.

“And what’s that?” Ari asks tilting his head in question.

“For you to marry my mom” Anna says with a yawn.

Ari smiled warmly down at the little girl who has no clue how much he wanted that too, even if the pair of you had only been dating for 10 months.

“I’ll work on that” Ari says quietly “night Anna” he smiles kissing the top of her head.

“Night Ari” Anna yawned her eyes fluttering shut.

Ari waited for a moment before slowly creeping out of the room careful not to wake her. Once he shut the door he paused for a moment smiling to himself knowing that he had just gotten permission from the most important person in your life.

“Out like a light” Ari says walking back into the living room.

“Thank you, here” you smile passing him a glass of wine as he sits down besides you on the couch.

He smiles accepting the glass as he wraps his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side and kissing the top of your head.

“I was thinking” Ari starts making you snort with laughter.

“That’s a dangerous game” you smirk making him roll his eyes playfully.

“I was thinking that why don’t we try and find a place for the both of us? A house or something with a yard for Anna to run around in?” Ari suggests putting his glass down so he could turn to face you.

He watches as a wide smile grows on your face “really? You’d want that?” You ask in disbelief.

“Of course, I want everything with you, to spend the rest of my life with you and this seems like the next logical step” Ari smiles.

“I want that too” you say quietly smiling up at him.

“You have just kinda ruined my Christmas present to you though” you add making him laugh.

“Which was?” Ari asks.

“Asking you to move in with us” you smile making him laugh.

“I guess I could until we find a place” he suggests running his hand up and down your arm.

“We’d love that” you smile leaning up to kiss him, excited about the prospect of your new life together as a family.

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 22: A Wonderful Life

Summary: You and Ari celebrate the holidays

Pairing: Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: Hazard a guess about 1.5k ish

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Day 21: Frank Adler (Gifted)

December. Warm days, somewhat cooler nights and miles of beach to stare out into darkness. Glittering stars blanketed the sky and for the past four nights, you'd learned far more than you ever could about Ari Levinson's traditions.

You grew up Catholic, raised heavily in your church and then after college, you wanted to explore the world, help others in need. You left tradition and your upbringing behind for a backpack, a hat and well worn boots.

It was 1981, and you'd been in the Sudan since late '79.

You hadn’t meant to stay so long. A lone female in a Muslim county wasn’t really the done thing, but you’d landed a job as an interpreter attached to the embassy.

And then, one day, you’d met him.

He was introduced to you as Guy Thomas, the truth later revealed the closer you became. But your skills came in useful as the Red Sea Diving Resort came to be. Mr. Thomas and his crew needed your help in learning the language of the staff and the locals.

Now, you didn’t want to leave. This little hut on the white sands felt as much your home as anywhere you’d ever lived.

Because of him.

All six foot, bearded and shaggy haired parts of him. His warm heart and desperate desire to help his people and others in need sucked you right in and despite your small differences, you loved him. Absolutely, down right loved him.

That particular morning, Ari had been up and out before you had woken. That wasn’t unusual, he was an early riser. What was unusual was the note he’d left telling you that he would be back later and wanted you to help Rachel, aka Angela, with the guests.

With a sigh, you showered and dressed for the day, wondering exactly what he was up to.

In the lobby, you found "Angela" and set to task with some holiday fare for your German guests. Stollen was made, wishes of merry Christmas was said and you had to say you were enjoying it. None of the staff team celebrated the day, but you did so it was easy to do so with the guests.

Later that evening, Ari had finally returned, Sammy even questioning where he'd been. But all that mattered to you was that he'd made it for dinner and the nightly sunset, which you made a point to see together.

“So, you gonna tell me?” You asked as you sat between his legs, your back to his chest, large arms wrapped around you as you both gazed over the ocean.

“Would you believe me if I said I’d been hunting for lobster?” He chuckled.

“Nope.”

"Then nope." His arms pulled you closer. You felt his lips on the crown of your head and you sighed, slacking against him

“Still feels strange, Christmas in this climate.” You spoke softly. “I mean I know I haven’t been in New York now for years but I still wake up looking for snow.”

"I wish I could give you that." He said, that lowly timber in your ear. "How'd Christmas with the Germans go?"

“Good,” you chuckled. “Sang a few carols, ate and drank wine.”

He chuckled, the vibrations flittering through to you. "I... I have a surprise for you."

“I’m not falling for that again!”

Now he laughed , "no, nothing like that. Come on, I'll show you."

He tapped your thigh and you shuffled forward allowing him to stand. Once up, he held out his hand and pulled you to your feet.

Hand in hand you made it back to your hut. "Okay, now, I want you to know, I did my best. And honestly, you mean so much to me, sweetheart. And, it's taken me so long to get here again after Sarah and with Maya, I have a hard time letting people in....."

"Just get to the point, Ari," you giggled.

"I love you," he said shyly.

You couldn’t help the huge smile that spread over your face as your chest fluttered. He’d never told you before, you knew of course you did. But he was a man of action, not words, and this was no exception.

“I know.” You assured him, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “And I love you too.”

The grin that spread through his bearded lips was bright and wide. His neck bent and that prickle of his hair poked at your own. When he pulled back, he smiled, "close your eyes."

You did as told and you heard Ari open the door to your shared hut. Then, he moved behind you, hands covering your eyes as he guided you inside

That sultry low tone he liked to use to filled your ear, "open them."

With a giggle you did so, blinking a little before you gasped.

Tacked to the bare wall of your hut was a meticulously structured fishing net, shaped as best as he could as a Christmas tree with lights strung through and various shells in color, shape and size hanging like ornaments.

“Oh, Ari!”

"It's been more than a little while since I've managed one myself but," his words were cut off by your lips sealing his gift with your kiss.

“Thank you,” you whispered against his mouth

"Merry Christmas," he said against yours.

In the twirl of your kiss, your legs hit the bed and then your back, Ari caging you in.

Your hand tangled in that long, soft, chestnut hair as you held his face to yours

"I love you, Ari," you preened. "Make love to me, baby, please."

“Oh, Darlin…” his nose bumped yours, “I’m gonna.”

Soft and warm lips, fell from your mouth to your chin and along your jaw where the scratch to your skin felt exquisite. Over to the joint in your jaw to that soft spot under your ear where Ari left a nip to your tender skin. Down the column of your neck a hot tongue laved over your tendon and dipped into the juncture between your collarbones.

You sighed, your body melting further into the traditional patterned woolly blanket beneath you.

Thick fingers found the buttons to your shirt, or his rather, the one you wore with the French tuck into your shorts, and exposed your bra less chest. He gave a groan, those rough hand curling over your hips, always gentle with you as his lips kissed your bare skin

Lips covered flesh as he loved on you, showing each and every inch of you how desirable, how lovable you were. His words, not yours, as he devoured you. Gentle hands grazed over your belly to find the flies of your shorts before fingers curled around the waist, tugging them down your thighs with your panties too.

Soon he was out of his own clothes, that broad chest on display, sun kissed skin shining on the twinkle of the fairy lights

As he crawled up your shared bed, he kissed the inside of your knee, then your thigh. But he stopped short of your sex, only to dip that heavy tongue of his at the apex of your hips before carrying on back up your belly and between your breasts.

You could feel his fisted cock between your legs, his tip rubbing against your petals. You tilted your pelvis up, allowing him to glide straight in, slowly and gently

You let out a loud 'oh' as Ari grunted into your wet heat.

His lips met yours again, as he pulled back before a deep rut had you clawing at his back.

"Oh fuck, Ari," you preened. He was already deep and you arched your back on the pullback as his girth slide over your walls. The rigidity of his cock kissing each space along the way.

There wasn’t an inch of space between you, bodies pressed ad close as they could get. Ari's hips rolled into you as your heels dug gently into the small of his back. You kissed deeply, your tongues languidly making as just a soft love as your bodies were.

"Ari, mmm close," you breathily wavered into his ear and hair, your cheek pressed into his temple.

“C’mon, Baby…” his lips nipped at your neck. “C’mon…”

Your body went rigid, your insides shaking and squeezing him as he rode you through it, the deepest orgasm he'd ever pulled from you. The most intense you'd ever had. Tears of love and tenderness bit and your orbs as Ari's hips still ground and rolled into you, chasing his end in your soaked heat.

With a broken gasp of your name, his hips stuttered as he came, his grunt of satisfaction filling your ear.

Your chests heaving, you both lay still, his large thighs slotted between yours as his face burrowed into your neck.

His lips gently peppered your neck with kisses, "I love you" whispered between each one.

Your fingers massaged at the nape of his neck while your other hand ran up and down between his shoulders. “I love you too.”

Slowly, softly, he slipped from your warmth and pulled you with him as he led on his back, your head to his chest. Lines ran up and down your forearm, "when we get done here, how do you feel about Tel-Aviv?"

“Never been,” you shrugged.

"Come back with me." It wasn't a question, it was a suggestion. A heartfelt, warm one at that.

Your craned your neck and looked up at him, "Okay."

“Yeah?”

"Yeah."

White teeth flashed from between his bearded lips as he beamed at you.

"Happy Hanukkah, my love," you pressed your lips against his jaw.

Ari grinned and shuffled a bit so he was on his side, large hand splayed over your bare belly. “You know the best think about Hanukkah?”

"What's that?" You smiled up at him, perfectly content.

“It lasts for eight nights…”

"Yeah.... And?" You snorted.

“Meaning, we got more to celebrate again after tonight.”

"Can you last four more days?" You joked.

“Oh baby, you know I can last.”

"You better start burning that oil then, sir." You settled him on his back, straddling him for another go.

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Day 23: Ransom Drysdale (Knives Out)

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 14: Dreaming Of A Weiss Christmas

Summary: Mike ends up in the ER and he’s not in a good way…

Pairing: Mike Wess (Puncture) x Sunny Side Up Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, reference to drug abuse (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 2.4k

A/N: So I imagine the reader here to be the same one from my smutty one shot- Sunny Side Up

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist /

Day 13: Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim v The World)

Your feet ached and your legs were tired on account of you not sitting down once since you’d arrived for your shift six hours ago. It was the last Friday before Christmas, and seemingly everyone in Delaware was out celebrating. Which of course, meant plenty of action in the ER.

You'd seen it all tonight. Literally. A Santa with an elf kink, an elf with a candy cane kink, a few horrific accidents, eggnog poisoning, drugs, babies with RSV. And now you had a bus on its way in with a man in his mid-thirties, found collapsed in his office by his secretary.

Or at least that was what the call on the radio was.

You snorted, thinking it was a cover for a wild affair and a good time before he was due to go home to his wife.

You quickly checked your phone, no word from Mike, but you knew he was working late trying to tie up the last bit of paper work on his latest case before he finished for the holiday. You were spending a quiet Christmas alone before the Dazinger family arrived for New Years, and you were looking forward to seeing them again. They hadn’t been over since the spring, and you and Mike hadn’t made it back to Texas despite your intentions and you knew he missed his best pal.

"Bus is pulling in, Dr Y/L/N. Bay 5." An admitting nurse came by and grabbed you.

“Okay,” you stopped by the sanitizer station to scrub your hands before you grabbed a pair of gloves and headed over. “So, what have we got?” You asked, your eyes focussed on your hands as you pulled on your gloves.

“34-year-old male, found collapsed on the floor of his office,” the paramedic spoke as you looked up quickly to show you were listening, as the nurses began bustling around. “He’s been in and out of it a little, complaining of acute abdominal pain. Possible appendicitis.”

“You give him anything?” You asked as your eyes flicked to the bed and then, your breath caught as you stared at the man whose face was contorted in pain.

“No, he refused everything…”

"Mike? Jesus, alright, he's a recovered addict. Let's transfer him to the bed from the gurney on three."

Once Mike was in place, you hastily moved to his side and gripped his hand, “hey.”

He blinked at you and gave you a small smile before he groaned again, his fingers tightening around yours.

“Wait, this is your Mike?” One of the nurses spoke and you nodded. “Want me to grab another doctor?”

"No, I'm okay. There's no one else."

“Fuck,” Mike whimpered.

“Okay, he’s gonna need something for the pain,” you bit your lip.

“No…” he groaned, and you sighed.

“Giving him Tylenol or Motrin is gonna be like going after Godzilla with a Nerf gun at the moment: pretty pointless,” Sandy, the staff nurse looked at you.

“I know, I just…” Mike gave another loud groan of pain you sighed, “okay, let’s give him a small amount of oxycodone to start with. Absolutely no morphine.”

“Babe,” you moved back to his head, your hand stroking over his hair, “we’re gonna give you something to make you a little bit more comfortable but I promise it’s gonna be okay,” you smiled as he looked at you, “you’ve done really well the last three years, you're not a higher risk of relapse, it’s normal procedure.”

“No…no needles,” he looked at you and you nodded.

“Yeah, okay. We’ll get you a pill.”

"Yeah," he grimaced, his body curling into itself.

As Sandy headed off for his pain relief, you managed to get him to lay down and you unclipped the suspenders from his beige coloured slacks.

“What did Janet say about your tie?” You tried to distract him as you began undoing his navy-blue dress shirt. You were referring to the ugliest Christmas you could find for him you'd found in a thrift store uptown.

"Brilliant," he sweat out against his paler than usual complexion.

A second nurse spoke, "Temp is 104.7."

"Alright," you got to work, Mike no longer your boyfriend but your current patient, separating your emotions from the job required. "Mike, you're gonna have to let me start an IV. I promise that's the only needle, alright?"

“No.”

“Mike, we have no choice. We can do it into the back of your hand, not your arm.”

He swallowed and then finally agreed.

“Okay, now I need you to tell me where it hurts?” You gently prodded his stomach and he gave a yell, before he turned onto his side and vomited on the floor.

“Okay, I’m pretty sure this acute appendicitis.” You looked at Sandy as she returned with his painkillers.

“Want me to order an ultrasound?”

“No, let’s get him straight into the OR, if he’s in this much pain, then it could be at risk of rupturing and sepsis”

“I errr, I hate to ask but…”

“Yeah, I got our insurance details.” You nodded, watching as Mike was now led back, his left arm slung over his forehead as your junior doctor successfully attached the IV to the back of his hand.

From then on, things moved pretty fast. Your clinical lead told you to stay with Mike, much to your relief, and you headed up to the OR with him. Thankfully, he was taken straight in, but just as he was being wheeled through the doors, he gripped your hand tight.

“Babe…”

“I’m gonna be right outside, okay? And I’ll be there when you wake up.”

He managed a nod before being wheeled off.

******

Thankfully, he’d been brought in just in time. His appendix was severely inflamed but not ruptured and so could be removed via laparoscopy instead of full open surgery. You shed a few tears of relief as the surgeon relayed that to you as you stood watching from the observation room.

This meant that, provided everything went well, he’d be able to go home soon and be back to his normal routine within a week or so. But most importantly of all, it meant his pain wouldn’t be unbearable and you should be able to manage it carefully with an appropriate prescription.

An hour and a half later you were sat in his recovery room, waiting for him to come round from the anaesthesia. You sat at his bedside, still in your scrubs and now your glasses perched on your nose. His hand was held tightly between both of yours as you watched him come to.

He stirred, a soft groan slipping from his lips as he blinked. Once, twice, three times, his head lolling to the side.

"Hey," you spoke softly, his groggy eyes landing on yours.

“Y/N…” he muttered.

“Hey…”

“No, I need Y/N.” He shook his head, his eyes remaining closed.

“I’m here…”

“No, I need her.”

You took a deep breath, you’d dealt with enough cases of postoperative delirium to know that it wasn’t worth upsetting him, especially when he wouldn’t remember a thing he was saying now once the fog cleared.

“Okay, she’s busy but I’ll page her. For the time being, I’ll just wait here, okay?”

"Yeah." He croaked.

You reached up to check the oxygen flow, increasing it slightly to help with his brain function and sat back down.

“Can you remember why you’re in here?”

“Erm… pain. Appendix.”

“Yeah, good. It all went well, you’ll be able to go home in a day or so.”

"No drugs," he mumbled.

"No, only the bare minimum for inflammation, pain management and discomfort. Nothing beyond Tylenol or Motron when you’re discharged, none of the hard stuff."

"Where's Y/N?"

“On her way.” You assured him. “Now, just try and rest.”

"Yeah," he closed his eyes and you leaned in to press your lips to his cheek.

He flinched and pulled away, his eyes remaining shut, “I don’t… no, sorry, I love Y/N,” he sighed

“Well, word has it she loves you too.” You smiled a little to yourself.

“Don’t deserve her.” He mumbled

"Yeah, why's that?"

“I put her through some…” he licked his lips. “Drugs, she saved…my life.”

You grabbed the water cup nearby, gently. Tilting it to his lips. "You do deserve her."

"I...it’s Christmas next week. Got her something special."

“Yeah? I’m sure she’ll appreciate it.”

“Had to hide it,” he lay back, his eyes looking at the ceiling, “she likes to go lookin’ for her gifts.”

You smirked. You did, a horrible habit you'd had since a little girl that had now grown into a game for the two of you.

“This one has to be a surprise. So I wrapped it,” Mike grinned, “and it’s in a box in another box in another box under the tree. So she can’t peak."

"Interesting."

“I hope it fits.”

That caught your attention. "Fits?"

He nodded, his eyes closing. “I think it’s her size, I had to steal…” at that he gave a little yawn.

"Just rest, Mike." You encouraged. "Y/N will be here soon."

He fell silent, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks as his chest fell and rose steadily.

You watched him, tears in your eyes as you had a funny feeling you know what that present was.

A few months ago the ring that your grandma had given you had mysteriously vanished only to reappear on top of the microwave. You had at the time assumed you’d removed it when cleaning and forgotten but now… well, you found yourself realising that Mike must have borrowed it.

To check the size of a ring he had bought you.

"Oh Mike," you whispered tearfully. You had so many emotions. Sad you inadvertently spoiled the surprise, elated he was asking and incredibly happy because the two of you'd come so far.

It was an hour later when you heard your name being spoken. You jerked awake, having dozed off on the chair. Two blue eyes locked onto yours and you gave a tired smile as Mike reached for your hand.

“Hey, babe.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked, your fingers tightening gently round his.

"Fucked up," he dryly chuckled.

You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “They got your appendix out easily, you just need to rest up for a while and then you can come home.”

“Did the other doctor call you?”

“Other doctor?”

“Yeah, there was one here before. I was talking it her. She seemed nice. Pretty, but not a patch on you.”

"Oh, Weiss." You ran your thumb over his cheek.

****

A day later, Mike was allowed home with strict instructions not to do anything to strenuous.

To his credit, he was the perfect home patient, filling his time with making cookies and various other treats as per his favourite pastime and in what felt like the blink of an eye, it was Christmas Eve and the pair of you were snuggled on the sofa, you thanking your lucky stars your shift patterns had given you the coveted Christmas Day holiday.

Mike was a little restless, his leg twitching every so often and you looked up at him, your hands softly running through the hair on the back of his head.

“You seem agitated, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m… err… can I give you one of your presents now?” He looked at you, his cheeks an adorable shade of pink and you smiled.

You did your best to stay calm, despite the fact your heart had leapt into your throat.

“Erm, okay.”

Ever so carefully he moved over to the tree, taking to his knees and digging out the box he sought.

“Mike, be careful.” You said softly, “you shouldn’t be bending.”

"I'm fine, it's for a second." He slowly brought himself upright and walked back to the couch with you. He sat carefully down and sighed handing you the box.

You looked at him, and then with hands that you were trying desperately to keep still you tore off the paper and opened the box. Sure bough, inside was a slightly smaller wrapped box. You looked at Mike who grinned as you playfully rolled your eyes and opened the second box to reveal a third.

And that was when you felt Mike stiffen besides you. Pretending not to notice you tore the paper off and then lifted the lid, your hand flying to your mouth as you saw the deep red, Cartier ring box.

"Mike...." you whispered with a tremble in your voice.

"I've waited a long time for this, for someone like you to come into my life and I had just about given up on everything. I did give up on everything. And there you were." He slowly took to a knee before you, a slight grimace to his face.

"You don't..." you started but he silenced you.

"No, I've got to." He took the ring box and slipped that promise out, your hand free in his own. "You saved my life. You gave me a purpose that I never thought I had. Y/N, you've put up with all my shit and seen me at my very worst, literally vomiting and sweating out years of terribly wrong decisions. But since the second we met, I've made only the right ones and all I want to do is make each and every decision from here on out with you and only you. Please make me a kept man, Y/N. Marry me?"

“A kept man?” You spluttered a laugh as he gave you his signature grin, “oh Mikey… yes, of course I’ll marry you.”

He grinned more and slipped the ring over your left ring finger. Your lips latched to his immediately as you tearfully accepted.

“I love you, Mike Weiss,” you whispered against his mouth, “so much.”

"I love you, Y/N Weiss." He smirked. He looked down at your hands. "A perfect fit. "You didn’t comment that you’d already sussed his efforts with your grandma’s ring, instead you let him explain all that to you, taking in the shine in his eyes.

****

Later that night the pair of you lay naked in bed, tangled around one another. Your love making had been slow, not least because of his recovery, but also because the mood was just that. Slow and intimate.

As you slept, Mike pressed a kiss to your head. He knew that you’d known about the ring. As soon as one of the nurses told him you hadn’t left his side since he came out of the operating room, he’d quickly realised the other doctor he’s been chatting shit to had been you.

But the fact you’d been happy to hide that and wait, give him his moment made his heart swell.

"Mrs Weiss," he chuckled. "It's perfect."

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Weiss." You murmured against his chest.

“Dreaming of a Weiss Christmas, huh babe?”

At that you let out a tired groan and Mike laughed.

“Idiot.”m

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Day 15: Steve Rogers (Marvel)

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Day 13: Why Wouldn’t You Be?

Summary: Your boss is the biggest jerk on the planet…or is he?

Pairing: Lucas Lee (Scott Pilgrim vs The World) x Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, Lucas Lee’s eyebrows

W/C: 1.2k

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist

Day 12: Jake Jensen (The Losers)

The LA weather sucked. It was wet and dreary, drab and gray. Much like his mood.

Lucas Lee sat laid up on his couch, both legs propped under a mountain of pillows in casts. He'd broken them in a boarding accident while on set of his latest action film. It should have been an easy stunt, but ever since that little prick, Pilgrim, had done him dirty that time, he’d been off his game. As such, here he was, facing Christmas without the use of his legs.

And right now, he needed to pee.

"Y/N!?" He yelled through the living room loudly, or screeched rather.

"In a second!" You called back.

“I gotta pee!”

"I said hang on," you grumbled, walking into the expansive open floor space. He watched as you grabbed the wheelchair from the corner and wheeled it to the edge of the couch.

“You know, if you’d have just let the stunt double take that jump, we wouldn’t be here now.” You grumbled.

"Uh, I get paid more for doing it myself." He stated as if it were obvious. He felt a jolt of discomfort as you harshly pulled the pillows from under him and swung his legs out.

="Yeah, and how's that working out for you now?" You huffed, clearly exhausted from your extra job duties as of late.

“Clearly not great, I’ll admit that.” He conceded, “it’s probably the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”

"Oh really? I can think of others."

“Yeah, suppose that time I got arrested when that chick went missing from that Haunted House was pretty bad.” He conceded as you helped him stand before he proceeded to just flop into the chair.

"I don't get paid enough for this crap." You grumbled.

“Lucas Lee Enterprises pays all its staff well.” He pointed at you. “Besides, no one made you stay. I told you to permanently hire that hot nurse that came out the other day to give me a sponge bath.”

"Yeah, and she refused to come back after you slapped her ass, like the one before her who said you were a little too suggestive." You stopped at the bathroom in his master room.

“Clearly lesbians.” He sniffed

"Face it, Luke, no one wants to work for you unless they're a hooker or a slut."

“Yeah, which one are you then?”

"Neither, I’m just stupid."

At that he snorted. “Whatever.”

"And I'm the only one who hasn't quit. So, stupid, broke and I clearly have a soft spot for assholes who can't do shit for themselves."

“Why do you keep saying you’re broke?” Lucas frowned at you

"Student loans, car payment, live in LA. Although that is pointless as I'm here with you until you at least start physical therapy and can drive yourself around again."

“You got somewhere else to be?”

“London.”

“What?”

“That’s what I’m missing to be here, my family vacation to London so… look, I thought you had to pee," you sighed, ignoring his question. "I'm not holding it for you. Your arms aren't broken. Sit and piss into the bowl like you're three again and let me know when you're done."

With that you left him to it, retreating to the door of the room whilst he sorted himself out.

"Merry Christmas Eve," you sighed, your eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Whilst work was important, you were beginning to question your decision to skip the family trip to London. Even the award season in the new year now seemed like a huge pain in the ass seeing as you’d be pushing an equally huge pain in the ass down the red carpets now instead of being able to melt into the background and mingle with the stars, maybe flirt with some hot, famous actor…

Sometimes you wondered how the fuck you’d gotten into this line of work.

Your frustrated groan was interrupted by a holler of your name. "Coming!"

Five minutes or so later you were back in the lounge, Lucas settled on the sofa again.

“If you need me, call my mobile. I’ll be in the den, okay?” You looked at him.

“Wait…” he looked at you, taking a deep breath, “I know you think I’m a douche bag but, well, I get how shit this is you being away from your family. I’m…well, thank you.”

He saw your shoulders slump. He heard your sigh. But you didn't turn around, "thank you." And you walked off.

He watched you go, a strange feeling gnawing in his stomach. Was that… was that guilt?

No, Lucas Lee didn’t do guilt. And why should he? Anyone in the world would give their right arm to work for him, the biggest star in Hollywood. But try as he might, he couldn’t get your defeated nature out of his mind. He even tried to distract himself with his stellar performance in “You Just Don’t Exist,” but he just couldn’t pay attention.

With a groan he reached for his phone and scrolled through to his agent.

“Lucas?” The familiar New York accent hit his ears and he took a deep breath.

“Yeah, I need a favour…”

******

You cursed under your breath as the doorbell rang, glancing at the time on your phone. It was gone eleven.

“I swear to god, if that’s a hooker I’m going to cut his dick off and feed it to the fucking guard dog.”

You stormed across the glossy tiled floor and headed straight to the camera.

“Yes?” You spoke into the intercom.

“Hi, erm, my names Lauren, I’ve been told to come over, Mr Lee has hired me for…”

“Oh for the…” you buzzed her in through the gates and stormed through to the lounge. “Are you for real? Seriously?”

“Erm…what?”

“The blonde at the gate! I mean, what the hell do you expect to do with two broken legs?”

“That’s why I hired her, because I can’t do anything for myself!”

“You could do… that for yourself!” You scoffed.

“What the-ohhhh, I see.” Lucas’ ridiculous eyebrows became more pronounced as he arched one. “You think she’s a hooker!”

“Well, who else-“

“She’s a nurse.” Lucas snorted, “taking over from you. You’re relieved of your Lucas sitting duties.” He saluted.

You swallowed, a cold feeling washing over you. “You’re… you’re firing me?”

“What?" He scoffed. "No, course not. As annoying as you are and as much as you hate me, I actually think you’re pretty damned good at your job.”

“Then…”

“Check your emails.” He waved his hand, “you’re booked on the first flight out to London tomorrow morning. Consider it a Christmas bonus.”

"What?" You gasped, and pulled your phone from your pocket. He watched your eyes light up and a grin spread over your lips. "Oh my God!"

“Yeah, so I’d go get packing if I were you.”

"Lucas, I...."

"Go, Y/N."

With a happy little chuckle, you threw yourself forward and hugged him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you.”

"Merry Christmas, Y/N."

“Merry Christmas, Lucas.” You smiled. With a spring on your step, you headed to the doorway before you stopped and turned back. “You know, I moan about you a lot but… I really am glad I work for you.”

With a smirk, he quipped an eyebrow again. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

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Day 14: Mike Weiss (Puncture)

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25 Days Of CHRIS-Mas

Rock N Roll People, In A Disco World

Day 9 : Disco Santa Dance Rock ‘N’ Roll People In A Disco World Ch13

Summary: On his second Christmas Eve, you attempt to introduce CJ to ‘Santa’ again, and it doesn’t really work out...

Pairing: Paul Diskant (Street Kings) x Rock ‘N’ Roll People Reader

Warnings: Bad Language, smut (NSFW, 18+)

W/C: 5k

25 Days Of Chris-mas Masterlist / Main Masterlist / Rock N Roll People Masterlist

Day 8: Harvard Hottie (The Nanny Diaries)

RnR Chapter 12

"Come on Paul, we are supposed to be at your parents by five thirty. It's near that now!"

“Sugar, relax!” He chuckled, walking into the kitchen, CJ in his arms, “we were just checking we had everything, right buddy?”

"Yes." His mini me replied. It was the newest word to his vocabulary, making the grand total five. Mama, Dada, no, Wood (short for Woody) and yes.

“And do we have everything?” You smiled, holding out your arms and Paul passed your nineteen month old over.

"Yep, Woody is fed, packages are in the car and the bag is full of diapers and milk."

“Okay then,” you looked at CJ, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “shall we go see Nanny and Grumpy?”

CJ clapped his hands as he was dressed in his Christmas Eve best. His little denims with his Vans like his Daddy's and little collard shirt. He looked like such a little man, it was sweet. You placed him back on the floor, slipped his sweater over his head and fixed his styled little hairs, a dirty shade of blonde like his Daddy’s had been at that age, and picked him back up for the car.

“No!” He wiggled in your arms, kicking his little legs.

“You wanna walk?”

“Yes.”

"Okay, hold my hand," you bent at the waist and sighed as a little hand curled around your fingers.

“Wood!” He yelled, pulling you over to where his faithful best friend was busy hoovering up the stray kibble which lay around his bowl.

"No, bub, he's staying home tonight, you'll see him in the morning, when you wake up." Disco told CJ as he walked passed the two of you. "This way, pal."

CJ looked up at his dad. “Wood?” He pointed at the dog, and you saw his lip beginning to wobble.

"Paul, get his leash," you sighed. "Come on, boy."

Paul groaned, “Sugar, we’re gonna be back later tonight, it’s not-“ He fell silent at the look on your face and threw his head back, looking at the ceiling. “Fine.”

It was near quarter past six when you finally arrived at Big Jim and Dotty's, flustered at being late, CJ hungry and Paul grumbling. Woody wouldn't settle the entire ride, wired from the excitement of the adventure and it shot Disco’s nerves high.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologised to Dotty as you bustled in, “we had a potential meltdown on our hands!”

“Don’t worry!” She laughed, kissing your cheek, “it’s fine. I remember both Junior and Paul at this age very well!”

"It's tough," you chuckled with a stressed sigh.

At that point, Woody pushed his way into the house, trotting straight up the familiar hall.

“Hi, Woody!” Dotty watched him, smirking a little.

“Yeah, someone demanded we bring him.” Paul gestured to CJ who was perched on his hip, pacifier in his mouth.

"Good thing you did then," Dotty reached out for her grandson. "Come see Nanna."

“Yes!” Ceej chuckled, voice muffled a little as he held out his arms.

Dotty kissed his cheek multiple times as she carried him in where Grumpy waited. Paul took the moment to love on you.

"Relax, Sugar," he nuzzled behind your ear, pressing his lips to your hairline. "Did I tell you how beautiful you looked?"

You sighed, tilting your head to give him a quick kiss, “one day we’ll make it outta the house on time.”

“Does Mom look like she gives a shit? She’s just happy to see us. Either that or she’s just super buzzed about the fact they fly to Mexico in the morning.”

"Probably both," you replied with a pop of your shoulder.

"Yep," he winked. "Now, let's go relax with some drinks and watch as our son for the next couple of hours wreaks havoc on my parents. Then later, I'm gonna get you home and show you what's in your stocking."

At that you laughed, “Jesus.”

"What?" Paul frowned.

“You, you’re a damned corny asshole at times.”

"But you love me for it, besides, I wanna put a baby in you again."

"Okay, out we go, let's go, Stud."

You couldn't help but giggle as you pushed him into the family room. You'd come off your pills three months ago, figuring since it took as long as it did to get Connor, you weren't wasting time with your next. You were ready, mostly. Work hadn't held the same excitement it used to for you anymore and it was growing more and more dangerous by the weeks. People were out in out just crazy at times. You and Paul had talked about it, talked about how this wasn't smart, having two on the force with a young child. And you were in more active situations that he was these days. There was a big decision to be made, as to whether you took a more backstage role within the force or quit all together, but you’d both agreed you’d hold fire for the time being and see what the near future held.

Big Jim greeted you with a one armed hug as CJ was held in his other, busy fiddling with the buttons on his ‘Grumpy’s’ shirt collar.

“Y/N, honey, what can I get you to drink?” Dotty looked at you.

“I’ll just have a water, I’m driving.”

“She’ll have a glass of champagne.” Paul shook his head.

“Disco…”

“We’ll get a lift home.”

“No Uber is gonna take a dog, certainly not as big as him.” You looked at Paul who winked.

“Didn’t say Uber,” he grinned. “Barnes is on shift, and he owes me. Again. It’s sorted, just enjoy. We can get the car in a few days when we need it.”

"Champagne it is then, thank you," you sighed softly with a shake of your head.

Drinks were served, you sat next to Paul with CJ in his chair beside you, Dotty on his other side and all chatted away. A large roast dinner was served with all the fixings and sides, trimmings never lacking in the Diskant house. CJ was happily content in his high chair while picking away at his diced foods on the platter, you having tore his sweater and collard shirt off him, so it was neat for his surprise later.

“So, your parents are at yours for dinner tomorrow?” Dotty looked at you as Jim topped up your glass.

You nodded, “yeah, in the afternoon. We got the morning alone for the three of us. Well, four.” Your eyes flicked to Woody who was busy chewing at a large treat bone which Dotty had produced for him.

Dotty laughed, "good, were going to miss you guys, but so excited to head out for something as nice as this, this year."

“Abandoning your son and grandson on Christmas.” Paul sighed dramatically.

“Piss off.” Jim spluttered.

“Jim!” Dotty chastised him as Paul snorted with laughter, “there are little ears at the table!”

"Off."

All eyes turned to CJ as he grinned and slammed his hand on the table of his high chair. “Off!”

"Good one, Jim." Dot scolded.

Jim looked a little sheepish as Paul was positively shaking with silent laughter.

"Let's get him cleaned up, and you, sir, can go change into your suit," Dot grumbled as you fiddled with the high chair. "Paul, you can clear the table, since you seem to think this was hilarious," she added.

“Me?” Paul blinked at his mom. “That’s… oh come on!”

"Now." Dot raised her brow.

You smirked. You and Dot were the only two women in his life that could sass him around like he was still ten.

“Yes!” CJ cackled as you lifted him out of his chair. “Mama!”

The three of you headed up to the smaller guest room, which was now CJ’s room for when he had sleep overs.

“You know, I keep forgetting we really don’t need to bring a load of stuff with us when we come over.” You chuckled as you sat him on the changing table.

“Force of habit, honey!” Dotty laughed, grabbing the pack of baby wipes.

CJ sat and let his Nanna clean him up, not once protesting like he did when you or Paul tried to clean his hands or face.

"You're Nanna’s boy aren't you," you sighed. "Always good for Nanna." You paused, "All this here, It's nice though," you smiled. "Thank you for dinner.

“No need to thank me, we love having you guys over. Don’t we, Connor?” Dotty beamed.

“Yes!” He grinned, clapping his hands.

You laughed as did Dot.

“It won’t last.” She looked at you. “Paul was a nannas boy too. Until he was about 4 and then he was just a terror for everyone.”

"God help me!" You whined. "Near two is tough."

You dressed him back up and Nanna carried him back down to the living room where Paul was waiting after clearing the table. Big Jim hadn't returned yet and while you knew what was coming, you were excited to see how it was going to go.

“Dadda!” CJ pointed at Paul as soon as he spotted him.

“Clever boy.” Paul grinned, “who’s that?” He pointed to you.

“Mama.”

“And that?”

CJ blinked as he looked up at Dotty.

"Yes!"

“Worth a try,” Paul shrugged as you placed Ceej down.

"He'll get it,” Dotty waved a hand, “Junior barely uttered a word until two. You started and wouldn’t stop."

"Nothing’s changed." You snorted.

Then suddenly you heard the faint jingle of bells coming from upstairs. A rustle here a loud step there, and then you heard it.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

CJ instantly snapped his head up, eyes looking at the ceiling before he turned to you, then Paul.

You playfully gasped, "Ceej, who is that? Do you hear it?"

His eyes widened even more as the bells and steps got louder. “Merry Christmas!” Boomed the deep voice, as heavy foot falls clattered down the stairs.

At first Connor ran to Paul and tried climbing in his lap while Dotty took all the pictures she could, urging you along to join Paul. You moved over to where he was sat, dropping onto the sofa next to him as Paul lifted CJ onto his knee.

“Dadda?” He asked quietly, his eyes looking at Paul.

Paul pressed a kiss to his head, “who is it Ceej?”

Ceej blinked, before he jumped a little as another loud, booming laugh rang round the room and a huge frame filled the doorway.

"Oh my gosh, it's Santa!" You said cheerily.

CJ looked at the doorway, his eyes widening as he took in Big Jim’s Santa Outfit, his granddad unrecognisable with his face and hair hidden by a fake beard and hat.

"Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!"

And then, to your dismay, CJ screamed and began to cry, just like he had the previous year when you’d taken him to meet Santa at the Mall.

"No, Dadda no!" He reached up, his arms gripping at Paul as he buried his face into his daddy’s neck, loud wails of distress erupting from him.

Paul's arms wrapped tightly around his son, comforting him as he toddler pressed further into his neck and then a roar of a wail came from Big Jim as Woody, ever the loyal dog, bit your father in law right in his ass.

“What the hell!”

You shot up, clicking your fingers and Woody trotted over, sitting down in front of Paul and CJ, ears pricking forward.

“Well, this didn’t go quite as we planned, did it?” Dotty deadpanned.

There was a pause, and Paul erupted once more into laughter as he soothed CJ. “Hey, buddy, come on, it’s Santa. He’s come to say hi!”

"No! No!"

You glanced at Big Jim, who’s eyes were shot with dismay. “Hey, fella, look…” he hastily pulled his beard down and whipped off his hat, “it’s just me, big guy.”

Paul had to coax him a little further. "Ceej, look, it's just Grumpy."

Connor gave a little hiccup as he turned his head, his cheek still resting on Paul’s shoulder, his eyes which were still leaking tears fixed on his granddad. He frowned and sat up.

“No, ‘Umpy!”

"Well, that's seven words," you sighed and rubbed his back.

"I guess we'll try again next year, go change Jim. Let them calm him down." Dotty looked at him.

At that, CJ moved a little, wriggling and Paul helped him down. He took a tentative step forward, his hand curling into the fur at the back of Woody’s neck. “Umpy?”’he asked again, his voice quiet.

Big Jim stopped walking and turned on his heel, kneeling down to see his grandson. "Hey, pal.”

CJ gave a sniff before he grinned and toddled over as fast as he could into his granddad’s arms.

Big Jim's eyes welled and he grinned, "hey, buddy, all better." He stood with the child in his arms and hugged him close. "I love you, monkey."

CJ reached out and grabbed at the fake beard, studying it as it filled the space between his little fingers. Then, he moved it pushing it back over Jim’s face. He blinked and then cackled with laughter.

You looked at Paul, who gave a shrug as he chuckled, "fickle little monkey."

Once the dramatics of the evening were over, CJ opened his presents with fervor, brilliantly excited for his electric police jeep and other toys. By the time ten in the evening rolled round he was flat out, asleep under a blanket on the sofa. His head resting on your lap.

"Let's get him home, huh, Sugar?"

You looked at Paul and nodded. Paul reached into his pocket and quickly fired a message to Barnes. Fifteen minutes later he was outside. You tilted CJ's little head up so Paul could pick him up and you could get up from the couch. With whispered goodbyes and safe travels, your little family departed your in-laws and headed home.

Barnes came in for a quick beer as you assured Paul you could manage easily, seeing as CJ had already bathed and changed into his new jammies at Dot and Jim’s. You kissed his head as you tucked him into his little toddler bed, pulling the safety rail up at the side. Woody took up his preferred spot at the end of the bed on his cushion and you left him there, knowing full well when you went to bed he would follow you and sleep in his basket at the foot of your own.

Leaving the door open a crack, so Woody could get out if he so wished, you headed downstairs into the kitchen were Barnes and Paul were sat at the stools round the island.

The three of you chatted for a little while until you bid your friend goodnight and Paul shut the front door, locking it behind you. Then, you set to it, grabbing CJ’s wrapped gifts and laying them in a pile by the big bay window of your living room.

As you stood and looked at the handy work of your own doing, you sighed contently. Then two strong arms wrapped themselves around you and soft lips pressed into the joint of your jaw.

"Merry Christmas, Sugar," that baritone whispered in your ear.

You smiled and turned in his arms, “Merry Christmas, Stud. I love you.”

"I love you too, Mama."

You bit your lip, your eyes bright as you looked at him. “You ready to show me what’s in my stocking, daddy?”

He let out a breathy chuckle, "oh am I ever..." He bent and swooped you up in his arms like the bride of his you were. You laughed as he carried you effortlessly up the stairs, stopping to let you flick the lights off as you passed. As soon as he set you down in the bedroom, his hands were at the hem of your sweater dress and he whipped it up, over your head.

"Wait!" You stopped him, just before his lips were at your neck, in that tender spot that made your toes curl.

"What?" He panted. He was ready to enjoy Christmas Eve with his Sugar.

"I have a surprise." You pushed at his chest and he sighed, pulling back and settling on his side next to you.

You sat up and left the bed, grabbing a black bag from inside the closet as you went. It piqued his interest for sure. So he sat back and waited for you, stripping down to his boxers and nothing else as he did so.

In minutes, you were out, wrapped in a red silk robe with your hair down and brushed through, loosening those waves you set earlier. "In the chair, Stud."

He quirked a brow, "but...”

"Nope." You sauntered towards him. "No fun, until you do what I ask."

He swallowed and moved around to the chair you had for your vanity. He turned the chair to face you and sat in it. You met him there, slipping your legs on either side of his waist. "Hands behind your back."

You could hear his breath hitch and his chest pop against your hands. Goose flesh broke out across his skin. "Please, Sugar, just..."

"Hands. Behind. Your. Back."

He listened, he understood. He slipped his hands behind his back and you procured a set of your cuffs from your vanity drawer, all the while leaning over him, teasingly taunting him with your breasts in his face. His nose inhaled your scent and you felt the flash of hot breath from his lips and you pulled back. "Nah ah ah, you gotta work for it, Stud."

You could tell he was already dying to touch you, to see what was under that robe. Paul was easily starting to sport a tent in the tight material of his boxer briefs.

"You're killing me, Sugar." He whined.

You smirked devilishly and pulled at the ties to your robe belt. The silk material fell away to the floor revealing a deep red coloured bra and panty set made with lace and a little padding to push your breasts higher in their cups. You stepped forward, straddling him again. Your hips ground into his as you seated yourself back in his lap. "Whatcha gonna do? You're a little tied up."

"Let me out of these cuffs and I'll show you." He groaned.

You moved your hands over his bare chest and up around his neck, paying close attention to "his spot" as you went. You hummed as you spoke, "Now that wouldn't be fair would it? You'd get to have all the fun."

Your tongue ran along his neck, your lips dipping back over that scar before taking a second swipe. Paul's strong jaw ground into his teeth as his nostrils flared in wanton need. Desperation was building and that was your goal. To make him feral for you. To go hard like you'd wanted all day. Your hormones were raging, your time was now to capitalize on this fierceness you felt.

"This ain't fun, its' fuckin' torture," he ground out with a clenched jaw.

All you had to do was smirk as you pulled back, your pout plump. "Tell me what you want and maybe I'll let you go."

His skin was hot, his face flushed, his body on fire and you knew by the way his skin all over had a tinge to it. You leaned forward, your tongue at the joint of his jaw, your lips posting right at his ear.

You gave a breathy moan with a swirl of your hips as your hands rested on his shoulders, "Use your words, Disco, don't be shy."

"Fuck." He growled. "I wanna fucking bend you over that bed and fuck you so hard you can't sit down for a week."

You felt him solid beneath you, not only in physique but in his boxers. He was rock hard and ready for your soaked folds. But you weren't ready, you wanted some more play time.

You again dragged your tongue flat up the column of his neck then on the other side, a laving kiss to his scar with a nip to the underside of his jaw, the tip of your tongue tracing over that delicate new ink he was sporting. A soft script of 'Connor James' over his clavicle while your name, long healed over his heart.

Paul tried to thrust his hips into you but you were firm in your weight against him, giving you a pressure on your clit that was delightful. You whimpered.

"Soon, Stud."

"Now." He growled.

You leaned back and reached behind your own back with your two hands, unclasping that lace bra, your large and round breasts falling free.

"Jesus fucking Christ...." he gasped.

You hum in delight, knowing you have him right where you want him, right where he'd break his own wrists just to escape the cuffs if he so dared. You dropped to your knees, kissing the inside of his knee, up his left inner thigh and licking over his covered shaft and he about lost it there.

He shuddered harshly under your touch and his jaw began trembling as his whole body was fighting back to bust the chair and take you. You could see it, that how heavily you were getting to him.

He whimpered, "Baby, please... wanna touch you...."

Again you smirked and dragged your bare chest up his torso before you climbed into his lap for a final time, grinding down on him, rocking your hips to make your inside burn.

"How bad?" You whisper as you lean forward, your lips ghosting his.

"Fuck, more than anything..."

"Anything?" As you spoke, your lips touched.

"Right now, yeah." He panted.

You leaned forward and released one hand, it flying straight to your neck, pulling you down for a filthy, nasty kiss. And then he pulled back.

"Let my other hand go and I'll put my mouth somewhere you're gonna appreciate, a lot."

A sultry chuckle left your lips, "Is that a promise?"

"Oh, it's a promise Sugar, and you know I'm a man of my fucking word."

While still seated in his lap, you slowly bent your body over his and undid the remaining cuff. As soon as he was free, Paul was on you with a growl, you in his hands lifted by your thighs and planted firmly on your back on your bed. His lips crashed into yours with a ferocity you hadn't felt in a long while, a desperation that consumed you both.

He pulled back, but only so, "Fuck," he growled, "you're gonna find out exactly how that felt."

"Tell me about it, Stud."

A feral growl emitted from his chest as you kept challenging him. Christmas softness be damned, you started this, he was going to finish it. His hands left your thighs, grasping the thin sides of your matching red lace panties and pulled them down your toned legs, turning you to your belly once he had you naked. Those same hands gripped your hips and pulled them towards him, tilting you at the edge of the bed, all too quickly that you couldn't get your barings. And then you were gasping as Paul slid right into your soaked core.

"That's not..." you moaned as he thrusted, "your mouth, you fucking liar."

A hand gripped a little at your hair, pulling your neck towards him, his lips at your ear, "you wanted the naughty list, you're getting it, Sugar."

It was then that fullness disappeared and you felt empty, but you ground out a growl of your own as you felt that hot tongue flat against you from behind. Paul licked up your inner thigh, you bent over the edge of the bed, your hands grasping at the top comforter, your honey dripping down onto his tongue you were so wet.

"Fuck," you whimpered desperately. "I need to cum, fuck, Stud, please."

"Fuck that." He growled and lapped at you, poking his tongue into you deeply before sucking at your clit. "Don't you dare come."

Jesus Christ you didn't expect the night to go like this but you were here for it. You loved how he’d get a little rough with you and you weren't shy to admit it had been a long while since it was like this, just the two of you, no inhibitions. Something in you broke through the night and you felt the need for it now.

You were teetering on the edge of a vast void, ready to cum with force so much so that you were starting to tremble. Paul was still at you, like a man starved and eating his first meal in ages. Fingers and tongue lashing and dipping into you, curling and pumping at your insides. You were near boneless, all nerves ready to fire into oblivion.

When he stopped, he was gasping for air, his hand gently stroking his cock in his hands. Paul rolled you to your back and you sighed, eyes full of lust as you looked at him. He said nothing as he lined himself up with your opening. He didn't go in all the way, no, he started slowly with his leaking tip and stopped, then with his body caging you in, his hips slowly thrust forward, filling you inch by inch until you were stuffed.

Once you were full, those lips you loved to kiss and feel all over your body, crashed into yours as his hips picked up the pace.

"Fucking love you so much, baby," He panted out as he pounded into you. "Love that you're mine." His hand reached between the two of you and pressed into your clit, "Cum for me, Sugar."

Your dam broke and you were done, coming hard around him, creaming his shaft as you trembled beneath him, crying out his name.

"Thasit, baby." He groaned. "Fuck that feels good, honey." His hips faltered and quickly he was blowing right behind you. Grunts and a growl, your name over his lips as his chest pressed into yours. An obscene 'fuck' coming from his throat as his body went rigid, the stimulation just too much for you both.

Chests heaving and breaths pitching fast, you led beneath him, soft kisses to his chest and scar. "That was amazing," you sighed, your voice unsure of itself.

Paul rasped, "fuck yeah, it was."

"Merry Christmas, Stud." You cooed.

"Merry Christmas, Sugar." He kissed you tenderly.

*****

New Year's came and went and with it, in a flurry, the month of January. You both swore that since becoming parents, time seemed to move twice as fast. Your fourth wedding anniversary had been and gone and your precious baby boy was developing and growing day by day, his vocabulary coming on leaps and bounds. Just as Dotty had said, once he'd started, it didn't stop. From repeating loads of words to getting complete sentences down, the two of you were in full two year old territory before the birth date even came.

Now it was mid-February, just before the President's Weekend holiday. You had a doctor's appointment after your shift and Paul was home with Connor for some quality father-son time.

“So, buddy, you want orange or grape?” Paul held two juice boxes out towards him. CJ considered the question for a moment.

“Oh-wanj, pweez.”

"Orange, excellent choice."

He grabbed a beer for himself, then he and his little shadow walked into the den where the television and entertainment center sat. Paul sat, CJ to his right, each leaned back in their cushions, drinks in hand.

“So, Dodgers are playing, Pal.” Paul turned to look at CJ who turned his head to his dad. “Wanna watch some ball?”

"Dog-ers!" He happily clapped in response.

"Alright, that's my boy!" Paul flicked over to the channel and swung his legs up onto the coffee table, turning to CJ. “You okay, pal? Need anything else?”

"No tank you," he said with a smirk not unlike his father's.

Woody hopped up onto the sofa besides CJ, who giggled as the dog shoved his cold nose into his ear.

“Woody!” He laughed, pushing his head away. The large dog flopped down, his head filling CJ’s lap.

It was the fifth inning by the time either had moved, outside a diaper change, and Woody's head perked up indicating to Paul and CJ that you were home as the garage door rolled up and in a couple of minutes you walked into the house from the door.

“Mama!” CJ turned to face you, grinning. “Wash Dog-ers!”

"You're watching the Dodgers with Daddy? How fun!" You came in and pressed a kiss to his little head before bending down and kissing Paul softly as he titled his head backwards. You had to smile at the pair of them, lounging in almost identical poses on the sofa, the similarities between them was ridiculous even at Ceej’s young age. "Aren't you two a sight to see, twins, the two of you!”

Paul chuckled, “we’ve had fun, huh buddy?”

"Yep!" CJ nodded and drank his juice box.

Paul chuckled and rubbed his son's hair a bit. “Physical go okay?” he enquired, his eyes drifting back to the TV.

"Uh, yeah," you snorted, "yeah, just uh, everything's good."

Paul gave a noise of acknowledgment as he watched the Dodgers as they organised themselves for an inning.

“Dadda?”

"CJ...."

“We hit?”

“Yup, our innings.” He nodded, taking a pull from his beer as you slid your arms round his neck from behind, hand smoothing down his chest.

“Just think, Stud,” you kissed his cheek, “this time next year you’ll have one either side of you.”

“One what?” He asked, his eyes still on the TV.

"You'll have one on each side of you...."

“Yeah, one of what?” He asked again, his bottle back to his mouth. And then he gave a splutter, almost choking as his head whipped to look at you as you stood up straight. “You… you’re… noooo!”

You grinned and nodded, confirming your hint, "I'm pregnant."

Paul slammed the bottle down on the table before he stood and vaulted over the back of the sofa, wrapping you in his arms. “Oh, Sugar!”

“No talk!” CJ admonished, giving you both a filthy look before he turned back to the game.

“Double the sass, I can’t wait.” You rolled your eyes, before your face split into a grin.

"I love you, so damn much."

“I love you too,” you grinned as he kissed you.

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Day 10- Jimmy Dobyne (Loss Of A Teardrop Diamond)

RNRP Ch 14

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