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writinandcrying · 4 months

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TMNT ONE SHOT - Holiday Season - A Special gift

Christmas was not your favorite holiday, at least you had a mutant turtle to help out in this trying times (GN READER, Tw: dysfunctional family, arguments and bickering related to food, crying mentioned)

Fluff - makeout / first kiss with *insert turtle you like* after a shitty xmas (English isn’t my first language and I didn’t proof read this 😗✌️, pls don’t hesitante to correct me if you see something off putting, I hope you guys still like it!)

You climb up the last steps of the fire scape connecting the roof top of your building, dragging your feet as you groan one last time, it’s impressive you can hear your relatives arguing several stores bellow, you have lost count how many times people can pick on each other on their free will. You drag your hands along your face and sigh, you want nothing more but to distance yourself from that.

You didn’t get to feel much of The “Christmas spirit” everyone seem to love and cherish since you left your childhood years, and it seems that every year you learn to dislike December a little bit more. As much as The Grinch was deeply relatable for you lately, you didn’t want it to be, having a dysfunctional family in such a tender Holiday was kinda like receiving punch in the gut every day until 25th of December died out. After the first 10, the warm smiles and happy wishes over a great season seem to constantly mock your misery, leaving you bitter and resentful.

Leaning over the edge of your building, you check the many light up windows and different narratives playing along on your neighborhood, a family all gathered up taking a picture by their decorated tree on the left, you let a chuckle out by thrilled parents filming a rather young child by your right, to what it seems taking their first steps by their excitement.

it was nice seeing different kind of life’s playing along the fairy lights on the streets bellow, secretly wishing yours would be a little bit like theirs, reality seems distant as you accidentally disassociate, thinking how -your- family would be seen compared to those merry ones, your parents resentment growing against each other every minute, barking mean comments left and right to you messing apparently everything up. The perfect picture of a broken home. Awful to see, awful to be part of.

You sigh as you recall what drove you to the edge moments ago, a silly comment really, it was so small compared to the constant bickering around the whole month of December, but picking on you eating a single cookie? That you made? You spent the whole day cooking. The whole day trying to have a good Christmas, you can feel yourself fuming as you remember how much you have worked your ass off the whole month for their presents, for a good Christmas dinner, as they wouldnt even buy a single pair of sock for you. Give you a single “thank you” for all of your efforts, You tried, you really did, Despite all the odds against your favor, you still tried, when you finally decide you give yourself a taste of your hard work, your family dares to give you shit about your eating habits? No. Nuh uh.

That was the last drop. You marched to your room as you heard someone giving you shit one last time after harshly dropping the plate on the dining table. knew you would be screwed when they found out you were gone, no amount of locks would keep them at bay for longer than 2 to 3 hours. But god, you needed a time out. Yes, you would rather freeze your butt on a dirty and frozen roof top than to listen to another passive aggressive bullshit comment.

“you have been hiding here all this time?” A familiar voice fills out of the foggyness of your thoughts, your head turns around slightly, watching a well known silhouette marvelously shining through the moonlight “nobody’s seen you in days” his tone isn’t harsh or accusative, you can almost hear a incredulous chuckle out of him, he speaks lightly, curious to your whereabouts, you can also hear him landing near the regular rooftop entrance, you stare once again to the uncountable windows and buildings in front of you.

He waits for you to retaliate, reply with witty comeback, flash him an apologetic smile, anything, but silence wins you over. He knew something was up when you were this quiet, your family would be the main topic when you vanished like that, he also knew you needed space to deal with such matter, in due time, you would ask for comfort, you would seek for his presence, just like when he comes to you, yet this time it never came, you never came. The ninja turtle slowly leans over, trailing his eyes ahead as you do.

A sniff catches him off guard, he knows it shouldnt, but it does, he glances at you to finally see your glossy eyes staring ahead, a blush covering your cheeks and nose; You look adorable, sad, disappointed, frustrated, but still can’t help but to find you adorable, his hearts stings as you rapidly catch a sneaky tear roll down your cheek, turning your back at him before he can catch you in this arms.

“Didn’t want to bother.” your voice comes out more shaky than you would like, a bit hoarse due to the current season, you rub your hands together, if he questioned about your well being, you could just blame it on the cold weather,on the perfect snowflakes falling above you two.

“You could never bother” he trails along slowly, weary as if you were a scared cat, afraid that any hasty movement could make you dash “how about we go to the lair? Everyone misses you.” he gently places a hand on your back, “I miss you” he ponders, moving slowly to be by your side, your eyes don’t meet his, he wants to lean down, he wants your eyes locked on his, he wants you to trust him as much as he trusts you, he wants nothing more but to hold you close and kiss your sorrows and tears away.

he stays put instead, waiting on your call.

You instinctively turns towards him, his warmth drawing you in, you want to smile, to tell him over and over that eveything is fine, you were just busy, he doesn’t have to worry.

Instead your mouth is pressed in a tight line, you can feel your lips trembling when you try to speak, you know words will come out wobbly, and for the first time, you won’t be able to hold back tears in front of him. This is pathetic. You think, you want to be at the lair. You want to be near them, but how can you explain you can’t bare to see their love, brotherhood and companionship tonight? You can’t feel part of it? This night isn’t about you, it has never been and it will never will be, you just get used to it.

You look up; your thoughts swimming through your eyes, you open and close your mouth, how do you explain you crave affection, but can’t seem to bear it?

The turtle holds you in a swift movement, carrying you with ease, gently but still firmly holding you against his plastron in princess style, the familiar adrenaline rushes trough you as you can feel him jumping from roof top to roof top, you don’t have words to question him, astoundingly admiring him as you stare at his focused face facing the horizon ahead.

You close your eyes for a moment, learning your face over the valley of his neck and collarbone, in a blink of an eye, songs, chatter and laughter fills the air and you remember you are in New York , the most magical city to be this time of year. Yes, you had probably the crappiest month of your life, but for a moment, you let yourself drift away in bliss, focusing on sounds and passing colorful lights.

He settles both you on a empty office balcony, everything is dark inside accept for the faint lights on a very worn out tree looking back at you, you check your own reflection, your eyes are red and puffy, your hair is uneven, and there are millions of colors shining behind you.

The Rockefeller was the most iconic place all over New York during Christmas time, slowly turning around, the tree and it’s surroundings leaving you both speechless, you loved Christmas lights, it was impressive to say the least how the decorations were absolutely ethereal. ever so slowly, you both sit down and admire the virw quietly.

“You don’t have to deal with everything on your own” is the first line he graces you, you wanna laugh with that alone, look who’s talking you think over, but you can’t say it, you know he is right, he chuckles as if he could read your mind, he gently tilts your head upwards “next time, call me. Text me. Reach out, for goddess sake.” He smiles at you, you let out a huff, smiling shyly “you have so much on your plate already, I just, I didn’t-“

“You deserve so much better” he shakes his head, lips pressed in a thin line. Over many years of his life, he has thought he had too little and humans had absolutely everything on top side, it was unfair and left a sour taste over his mouth. you have shown him that kind of thought was childish, he had a family, he had people he could count on, that’s alone is a lot more than what many people have, He can’t take that fact for granted anymore.

He also knew your biggest wish was to be part of something like that, his biggest wish was to make you feel part of it, maybe even something more.

You shyly lace your pinky with one of his fingers, ducking away as you felt your face burning under his deep gaze, you were so appreciative of his family, of him, of his patience and dedication, to say you have a crush on the turtle was an understatement, everything the he did made your heart skip a beat, the way he would always seek out for you during hangouts, how he cared for your preferences and well being, you found yourself unable to look away when he was training, when he would laughs so care freely, when he gets lost on his interests and everything seems to slow down around the both of you. You rest your head gently over his shoulder, you know you can get lost in his eyes quickly, you bite your lip when you think of his, and how heavenly it would feel against yours.

“It’s alright..” that what you manage to come up with, it’s cheap and it’s empty, but you don’t know what else to say. “No it’s not.” He says it firmly, interlocking your fingers tightly to prove his point.

Sometimes, you swear he feels the same as you do, you swear you can catch a soft longing from him across the dinging table, across the dojo over self defense training, short glances that are filled with unspoken words, that the innocent touches are not so innocent anymore. but life has taught you not to hang on those wishes, not to have hope. It was hurtful to do so.

“why do you care?” you let a frustrated sigh out, you hate how you just asked that the moment the words left your mouth, you aren’t frustrated at him per say, more towards your feelings, at how clammy your hands feel around his, how fast your heart is beating, how you secretly hope he knows that you didn’t mean to let that question out, how much of a chicken you were, how you fought annoying daydreaming scenarios with him on daily basis and yet just wish he kissed you already.

“Because I do.” he makes you look at him again, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, and for the first time tonight, you look at him, you really look at him, how he is breathing fast, how dilated his pupils are when he looks at you, how his thumb drags temptingly over the bottom of your lips, letting out a shaky breath as he squeezes your hand one last time.

“because I just do.” His gaze is locked in yours, pleading, full of what you have denied yourself for years, telling eveything you have ever wanted without any words. He was yours, and you are his.

you finally tell yourself fuck it and kiss him.

It’s desperate, it’s passionate, it’s eveything you want and more, you drag your nails on the nape of his neck and draws him into your space, your chest hits is plastron as he grips your hips as he pins you down against the ground, the way you hook one of your leg on top of his shell drives out a moan out of him, making you arch your back, you nibble his bottom lip as you swear you gonna lose your mind.

You don’t know how long has passed, your grip on him is as strong as his as you lay beneath him, you makeout until you are both out of breath, until the anger and frustration has been worn out and you two slowly melt together, once fervent kisses turns into soft, gentle ones, until you are both looking at each other, smiling and giving pecks between giggles, translating eveything you have both been feeling towards each other

“Goddamn.” he draws a hearty laugh out of both you, the turtle rests is forehead against yours, sighing dreamily, giving you feather light kisses on your cheeks as you pull him closer.

“I care a lot about you too.” you drunkly smile to him, caressing his cheeks tenderly, “I sure hope so.” you hook your arms around his neck, laughing at his antics.

“I gotta tell you something tho.” you tilt your head curiously, he looks down at your lips, licking instinctively as you bite yours.

“you surprisingly taste like gingerbread cookies”

That makes you giggle once more.

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It’s 3 am and Idk how to finish so hopefully the end it’s not too abrupt *confetti sounds* 🎉 let me know if you guys liked it!

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foli-vora · 1 year

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masterlist | foli jolly xmas list

meet the yorks

dave york x f!reader

summary: just a fucking filthy fic that is also so very soft i'm struggling to breathe.

warnings: divorced parents (Dave & Carol), soft dad!Dave with his babies, playful sarcastic!dave has me by the throat, i want this man to be my fucking husband, SMUT 18+ ONLY unprotected p in v, toy use, restraint use, spanking, brief barely-there choking, smidgen of oral (f rec), smidgen of tit play, ass play, overstimulation, squirting, cock warming

word count: 4.2k

a/n: the original idea for this was soft... i don't know what happened LMAO. usually i’d work into the smut later in the fic but we’re turning it around and jumping straight into the good shit before ending on a very soft note. enjoy! x p.s the song i chose for dancing in the kitchen is 'snowman' by sia - i'm so fucking SOFT for them together ok bye

You don’t want to stop until everything feels perfect. The tree, in all of its 8ft glory, twinkles peacefully in the lamp-lit lounge, throwing off waves of warm light that shine over the mound of presents crowding its base. Is there too many? Not enough? You fuss with the ribbons and bows on each, ensuring the labels were placed perfectly over the various shapes before straightening and chewing on your lip in thought.

A body presses into you from behind and you sigh lightly, leaning into the lips that press softly against your throat. Dave’s hands land on your waist, palms smoothing along the shape of it before he glances at the tree, smiling against your skin.

“Everything looks great,” he murmurs.

“Really?” You perk at his approval, your hands coming to land over his. “I want everything to be perfect.”

“It is,” he replies lowly, grinding softly into the swell of your ass. “You’ve worked so hard.”

“Dave,” you scold lightly with a grin, squirming in the tightening hands latched to your waist, “stop that—”

“Stop what?” He asks innocently into the skin of your throat, pressing a series of hot open mouth kisses into your flesh and pushing into your back.

“You know what you’re doing,” you sigh lightly, head tilting to grant him better access. “I still have some things to do –”

“We’re done, you’re just being fussy.”

He’s right and you know it. You’re being pedantic. A part of you just had higher expectations of this Christmas than last year. Maybe it was the newly placed wedding band fit snug beneath your engagement ring that caused it. Maybe the idea of this Christmas being your first as an official York had birthed these little insecurities and needs of having everything picture perfect.

The feel of him behind you has you pulling out of your thoughts before you could fall into them too deeply.

You feel the hard outline of his cock dig into your ass cheek and you’re done. You’re practically putty in his hands, unable to resist melting into his touch with an ache sparking to a flame deep in your core. He spins you softly, a brief smile tugging at the corner of his lips when he notices the way your eyes flutter already.

“I have something for you,” he murmurs, lips only inches from yours. “Have you been a good girl this year?”

A dazed smile pulls at your lips, “Nope.”

He grins, dark and wicked, “No? Good. Get upstairs.”

The feel of him shadowing you the entire rush to the bedroom brings a wash of adrenaline to your bloodstream, the wild beat of your heart practically thunder in your ears when you eventually break into the open space of your bedroom and turn to him. He’s loosening his tie when you find him striding across the room, his smirk devious as he passes you for the walk in closet.

Every second that passes, you feel the anticipation churning in the pit of your stomach grow, winding along your nerves and bringing an excited buzz to your system. You stay in place, eyes wide and eager when he eventually reappears, a sleek black box in hand.

“And you’re still dressed, why?” He asks with a slight tilt of his head, eyes narrowing in on your covered frame.

You can’t move fast enough.

Buttons slip through your fingers in your haste to open them. You fumble trying to undo your bra, and you almost topple over trying to tear your pants and underwear down your legs. He watches on with a shine of amusement but makes no further comment, nodding his approval once you’re bare to his eyes.

“How do you want me?” You ask quietly, voice giving way to how breathless you feel.

He advances into your space, breath warm over your face and carrying the lingering note of sweet wine you’d shared after dinner. You dive to taste it straight from his tongue, groaning when his large hand comes to splay on your throat, his thumb digging into the soft underside of your jaw.

Kissing Dave was an experience like no other. You were powerless against his strength, against his passion. You were simply left to try and keep up, to try and return the dizzying force he methodically took you apart with again and again.

He manoeuvres your head as he sees fit, finding the angle best for him to taste you deeply, his tongue pushing past your lips to caress your own and stealing the remaining oxygen left in your lungs with the consuming way he all but devours your mouth.

You can’t help but chase his lips when he breaks away, a noise sticking in your throat when the rough hand sitting there tightens ever so slightly in warning.

“On your knees, face the headboard. Hands behind your back.”

The bed melts under your knees as you climb onto the mattress and settle yourself as he requested. You feel him climb onto the bed behind you, your heart threatening to beat its way out of your chest with the amount of tension curling along and tightening your muscles.

The silky soft feel of his tie drags along the skin of your wrists before it tightens with a sharp tug of his grip, and your hands flex with the sudden pressure filling them. His fingers dance along where the tie digs into your skin, ensuring it wasn’t too pulled too tight around your wrists and kissing your bare shoulder.

“Spread your legs and lean forward for me. All the way, baby.”

Your ass sinks closer to the bed as your thighs part further, the muscles in your belly and legs tightening as you bend to press your upper body into the mattress. The feeling of exposure hits you hard as your pussy parts from your position, the cool air of the bedroom hitting your dampening slit. You swear you can feel his eyes on you.

The sound of the box being opened captures your attention but you dare not move, instead left to fight the thrum of anticipation getting worse and worse with every minute that goes by without his touch on you. You can’t help but focus on every little rustle and sound behind you, trying to piece together a picture of what exactly he’s up to, but nothing prepares you for the tongue that suddenly licks a firm, wide stripe up from your clit before pushing into your cunt.

He groans into you, the firm feel of his tongue rubbing and massaging at your slick walls enough to get your hips working a little rhythm grinding back against his face as your moans melt into the sheets. He lets you work yourself up, your building arousal soaking into his tastebuds and driving him fucking wild, almost tempting him to stay right where he is and see it through to your end, but then he’s gone.

He’s pulling away and your head is flying up, a disappointed whine falling from your throat at the sudden loss of attention, words building in your mouth to all but beg him to keep going. Your cunt throbs from the loss of him, your walls fluttering and clenching with the need to be filled after having the tease of his tongue work you open.

You jolt forward from the palm that swats at your ass cheek, delivering a quick sting and shock to the system, only adding on to the borderline painful ache taking over your clit. You relish in the tingle left behind from his hand, your skin prickling and throbbing from the slap.

Something smooth runs through your folds, the feel of silicone moving against your pussy familiar and welcome. He spends a minute coating the toy in your arousal, watching the creamy shine of it smother the black surface before pushing the thick, egg-like shape of it into your cunt, while the thinner side curls up and slides up to meet your swollen clit.

The thick end fits snug and comfortable against your walls, pressing on that deliciously deep spot within you but you don’t get a moment to work out the c-shaped toy in your mind before something wet and warm hits just above the tight puckered entrance above your pussy. His thumb smears through his saliva and rubs it over your ass, teasing the muscle and working the tight entrance until the thick width of his thumb can push into it.

But again, you don’t get time to enjoy the feel of it. His touch disappears, quickly replaced by the tip of something smooth and cool to the touch. The familiar nudge of your butt plug pushes at your ass and you hold your breath with every centimetre it moves in until the base of it meets your skin, the pretty blue crystal shining from between your ass cheeks.

It’s overwhelming.

It’s wonderful.

“Always such a good girl for me,” he murmurs from behind you, the low gravel of his voice melting into your ears and sending your heart into a frenzy. “Think you can take a little more, sweetheart?”

More? What more could there possibly be?

You feel him shift on the bed, the feel of his bare thighs pressing into the backs of yours and you briefly wonder when he undressed. Your body waits, high wired and practically trembling, waiting for something, anything. The feel of the toys simply sitting in you, with nothing more to bring you any closer to the edge your body aches for, is fucking maddening and it takes everything in you not to throw something snarky at him.

The blunt end of his cock pushes along your folds, following the thin curve of silicone up to your clit before running back up to your cunt, testing the waters by giving a shallow thrust and you automatically tense from the feel of the intrusion. The toy sitting curved into your g-spot was by no means huge, but Dave was. Anything extra alongside him would surely be too much—

“Relax, baby,” he soothes, bending over you to press kisses along the hot skin of your back, “open up for me. I’ve got you.”

He waits until he feels some of the tension dissipate from your body before pushing forward again, burying his slickened cock into you slowly, inch by inch, until you feel completely full to the fucking brim, the oxygen you drag in through your parted lips catching in your throat and unable to quite fill your lungs.

“Fuck—that’s my girl,” he grits out, his hands curling around your waist and tightening until his blunt nails dig harshly into your skin, “taking it so fucking well. Come here—”

You will your body to work, focusing on putting strength back into your legs to assist his efforts as his arms wind around your torso and haul you up against his chest. It all hits you as you move, the plug pushing and rubbing deeper in your ass as the thick width of Dave splitting your cunt open and pushing the toy firmer into your g-spot brings a sting of tears to your eyes.

It’s good, it’s all so fucking good, and yet you can’t get the words out.

Your mouth opens, the words build on your tongue, but the only sounds you manage to get out are incoherent and breathless. Your hands tighten in their bounds where they press against the softness of his stomach. Your nails dig into the soft skin of your palms. You don’t know what you want, you just know you need something.

“Let’s see here,” he reaches for something beside him, momentarily jostling you and bringing you another wave of ecstasy before he holds something in view, his chin perching on your shoulder as he gives a quiet chuckle at your pathetic choked noises.

It’s a remote, sleek and simple, fitting perfectly in the palm of his hand.

He turns it on, the lights shining beneath the soft black silicone, and you wail.

It’s not even strong, but the mixture of the gentle vibrations on your swollen clit working in tandem with the humming mass pressed against your g-spot, the full stretch of his cock in your cunt and the plug in your ass, has you seeing stars, and you know then that you’re in big fucking trouble. His hold tightens on you as he feels the walls of your cunt flutter and tighten around him, the light buzz of the toy buried in you vibrating his solid length.

“I don’t think it’s strong enough,” he mutters thoughtfully, mostly to himself as you struggle to focus on anything other than the vicious assault of feelings overwhelming you, “what do you think, baby?”

It’s rhetorical.

He ups the speed before you even manage to understand his words, let alone form a response.

The click of the button becomes torture.

Sweet torture, but torture none the less.

He increases the speed again and again, clinging to your writhing body as he relishes in the feel of it against his cock. The large span of his free hand comes to cup and weigh your tit, the rough pads of his fingers tweaking and pulling and twisting at your nipple as your body jerks and jolts from the immense, unforgiving waves of ecstasy coming from what feels like everywhere.

It hits you out of fucking nowhere.

You have no idea what’s happening until you’re already toppling over the edge, your cut off scream of surprise bouncing off the walls. Your cunt clamps down around Dave’s cock as the muscles in your ass spasm around the plug. There’s no relief. He keeps the toy on and constant, relentless against your throbbing clit and giving your body no time to come down.

It’s too much.

It’s not enough.

It’s fucking happening again.

You fight it.

You can’t do it. You can’t. It feels like a hurdle you’ll be unable to get over. The pressure becomes intense, churning and tightening in your core as you feel your legs start to shake. He holds onto you, fights to keep you pressed against his body. Your cum and arousal start to seep out from where his cock fills your cunt, the plug continues to fill your ass and rub along his cock through the thin wall of muscle separating them.

“Give it to me,” he grinds out, face pinching with the effort of keeping in control, “Fucking give it to me.”

He tears it out of you, rips it from the very core of you.

A blinding light takes over your vision, stealing all sense of thought and time. Your body erupts against him, around him, a searing ecstasy soaking deep into your bones as a gush of liquid spurts forth and soaks the bed. It ends it all for him. Your obscene cries, the intense thrum of the toy vibrating his length, your cunt spasming wildly around him, you making a beautiful fucking mess all over him and the bed—he’s done.

He follows you over the edge with a rough, feral groan that melts into the sweat slickened skin of the curve of your shoulder, his cock twitching against the press of your cervix as wave after wave of cum erupts from his tip. He fills you to the brim, his release soon joining the mess of your own cum where it leaks down the skin of his balls from where your cunt wraps around him.

Thankfully you finally find relief when he meets his end, his fingers smoothing over a button on the remote and putting a stop to the wild vibrations shattering your entire fucking world. You can finally inhale then, dragging in your first proper lungful of oxygen since his attack began and it brings a wave of clarity back to your mind.

“Holy fucking shit,” you pant quietly, face tilting towards the ceiling in a show of exhaustion as his fingers tug and release the tie around your wrists.

Dave eyes the methodical blink of the alarm clock beside the bed before kissing your throat, the curve of his nose tracing the shell of your ear as he exhales softly. “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

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“Merry Christmas, honey.”

Dave’s peaceful features briefly scrunch before his eyes crack open, immediately zeroing in on where you stand beside the bed, a steaming mug of coffee in one hand and a small, neatly wrapped box in the other. He goes for the coffee first, sitting up to lean on an elbow and taking a much needed mouthful of the hot beverage before giving you a little grin.

“I told you not to get me anything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismiss lightly, placing the box delicately on his chest and perching beside him on the bed. “You tell me every birthday, anniversary and Christmas, and yet I ignore you every single time. Open it.”

His grin widens as he ducks to set his coffee on the side table before sitting up better and tearing into the paper. It’s a watch, a Rolex. Christ. He studies the stark black dial and luminescent hour markers, feeling the sturdy weight of it in his hands and the cool steel against his skin. He flips it, his lips tugging at the corner as his thumb brushes over the neat engraving on the back—

My heart.

“I love it,” he murmurs, slipping it over his hand and admiring the way it sits against his wrist.

A deep appreciation shines in his eyes and you feel yourself warm all over when his gaze slips to you, your heart beating that little bit harder against your chest. You hope that feeling never fades. The rough pads of his fingers pinch your chin and he brings you forward to mould his lips to yours, kissing you slowly, deeply, licking into your mouth and coaxing you to follow his lead. It takes everything in you not to melt straight into his arms and back into bed.

“Thank you, baby.”

His thumb brushes over your cheek and you peck his lips softly.

“You’re welcome, honey.”

The morning is spent mostly in the kitchen, preparing the little brunch spread you wanted ready for when Carol dropped the girls off. Christmas music falls from the small bluetooth speaker on the counter and laughter often mixes with it, with you fighting Dave’s wandering hands as you cook, evading the palms he aims for your ass and dancing out of his grip whenever he presses into you from behind.

He grins at the game and ups his efforts, crowding you into the icy shelves of the refrigerator and taking advantage of you stuck at the stove flipping pancakes, dipping to press a series of hot, open mouth kisses along your throat and tightening his hands low on your hips until you’re arching back into him.

The doorbell saves you from potentially burning anything by Dave’s attempts at distraction, and you quickly place the pancakes and waffles into the pre-warmed oven before following Dave to the door. Alice launches herself forward the second it opens, jumping eagerly into Dave’s ready arms with a squeal, Molly quickly following and pressing herself into his free side.

You leave the three to enjoy each other's greetings and move for Carol, giving her a friendly smile and a warm hug. “Merry Christmas, Carol.”

“And you,” she returns sweetly. “And thank you for the wine.”

“Oh, you’re more than welcome, it was only something sm—oh!’

A little body tackling you from the side throws you off balance and you laugh lightly, wrapping your arms around Alice and soaking up her excited giggles, saying a quick goodbye to Carol as the girls pull you towards the lounge. Dave stays behind to see Carol off and you kneel by the tree and gifts, cheeks aching from your smile as the girls shift restlessly on the floor.

“Daddy, hurry up!” Alice cries.

“Patience is a virtue, young lady,” he grins, walking into the room and settling himself next to you with a groan. “Alright, who’s first?”

The girls take turns tearing into their gifts, creating a mountain of wrapping paper and torn cardboard as they release their toys from the boxes. Dave slides an envelope to you, giving you a secret smile as the girls busy themselves in the background.

“What’s this?”

A playful frown deepens his features, “You didn’t think that was the thing I got you, did you?”

You think back to the sleek c-shaped toy Dave had shown you once you had relaxed into the pillows after he had cleaned you up last night, or rather, early this morning. A heat washes along your chest and fills your cheeks.

“I’ll have you know I was more than happy with last night’s present.”

His grin turns devious, “I bet.”

You tear into the envelope carefully and open the card within, your chest tightening with fondness at the neat script wishing you a Merry Christmas and the simple I love you penned beneath it. Dave was a man of very few words when it came to the emotional side of a relationship, but you knew he meant the words he did say with pure sincerity and a full heart.

A neatly folded piece of paper hangs stapled on the opposite side, and you pry it open in curiosity, a quick wave of excitement rolling through you when you read over the destination on the printed plane ticket.

“Paris?”

“And London,” he murmurs, “and Venice, and Amsterdam… we’re gone for over a month.”

“A month? But your work—”

He shrugs, grinning. “Susan insisted, and you know what she’s like. She won’t have me back any earlier.”

“The girls—”

“—are meeting us in Venice after we have a bit of time to ourselves.”

You hurl yourself at him, pouring every bit of appreciation into the kiss you press to his lips, smiling at the disgusted noises the girls make. He returns the kiss softly, cupping your cheek and licking teasingly at your bottom lip before breaking away and pressing his forehead against yours.

“Is that okay?”

“Is that okay?” You parrot sarcastically, slapping at his chest. “Of course it is! It’s amazing, honey, thank you.”

The girls choose to have brunch on the floor in the lounge under the sparkle of the tree, making a makeshift picnic over the rug and telling you of their presents from Carol and her partner Sam, and the ones Santa had left in sacks beside the tree. Alice tells her sweet story of preparing milk and cookies the night before, ensuring to also have nine carrots out for the reindeer.

She blinks at Dave from where she sits on the kitchen counter, snacking on a now cold waffle, asking if he knew the reindeer’s names. He thinks for a moment, wiping over and drying the plate in his hold before listing them out confidently.

“You’re missing two.”

Dave frowns at your words, his sharp eyes landing on you where you stand at the sink.

“Fuck.”

Molly snorts next to Dave, grinning at the apologetic look he throws her way as he passes along the plate for her to put away.

“That’s a bad word, daddy!” Alice scolds sharply, pointing accusingly at him.

“It is, I’m sorry, baby.”

He ducks forward to press a kiss to her forehead and she forgives him with a little nod of her head.

“Come on,” you coax, grinning, “name them all.”

Dave’s jaw rolls and his eyes narrow ever so slightly, staring at you as if seeing the thoughts run across your features. Your face remains void of any clue, your cheeks giving way to an ache the longer your lips spread pulled into a grin at his expense. He takes the dripping dish from your hands and runs the towel over it with a purse of his lips.

“Dancer, Cupid, Dasher—”

“Rudolph,” Alice reminds him around a mouthful of waffle.

“Rudolph, thank you, baby—” he nods thankfully at her, “—Vixen, Blitzen, Prancer…”

He rolls into silence, irritation tugging at his face and your brow raises expectantly.

“Fuck,” he grits out in growing annoyance.

Both you and Molly dissolve into laughter as she takes the dish from Dave, while Alice reprimands him again. He swoops to snatch her from the counter, sitting her on his hip and swinging her around gently, murmuring another apology into her hair as he starts to sway to the music filling the kitchen.

She giggles into his shoulder and wraps her little arms around his neck, moving to the music in his arms.

Molly’s hands tug at your own arm and you let her pull you into the space next to Dave and Alice, holding your wet hands and ducking under your arm in a makeshift spin.

You grin and spin her in the opposite direction before dancing her around the kitchen, oblivious to the way Dave watches you fondly over the top of Alice’s head.

It’s not long before you all meet in the middle, a mess of arms tangling around bodies and huddling closely together, moving gently to the new, softer song falling from the speakers.

You catch Dave’s gaze and smile, murmuring a quiet Merry Christmas and soaking in sweet tenderness drowning the group of you.

everything pp tags: @maievdenoir, @javier-pena, @lv7867, @dihra-vesa, @katronautt, @radiowallet, @januarystears, @missminkylove, @beskarprincessjenny, @mswarriorbabe80, @danidrabbles, @sergeantbannerbarnes, @amneris21, @eri16, @absurdthirst, @hnt-escape, @acourtofsnakes, @ezrasbirdie, @mstgsmy, @lovesbiggerthanpride, @coaaster, @sherala007, @kelseyxyeslek, @greeneyedblondie44, @wyn-n-tonic, @you-got-me-starry-eyed, @shirks-all-responsibilities, @withasideofmeg, @harriedandharassed, @andruxx, @buckybarneshairpullingkink, @spideysimpossiblegirl, @prostitute-robot-from-the-future, @tanzthompson, @mad-girl-without-a-box, @hope-for-the-best-98, @fangirl-316, @christina-loves, @jediknight122, @hallway5, @xoxabs88xox, @nicolethered, @churchill356, @massivecolorspygiant, @just-here-for-the-moment, @gracie7209, @pinkie289, @lavenderluna10, @goodgriefitsawildworld, @juletheghoul, @punkerthanpascal, @itswanktime, @karolydulin, @pedrostories, @fabilei, @ghostwiththemostbitch, @omlwhatamidoinghere, @cannedsoupsucks, @chaoticemz, @hows-my-hair, @alexxavicry, @cran-berry-vodka, @deadhumourist, @outercrasis, @thisshipwillsail316, @toxicfrankenstein, @hotchlover, @ew-erin, @mishasminion360, @jitterbugs927, @penelopeimp, @woodland-mist, @pedro-pastel, @spaceserialkiller, @adriiibell, @1andthesame, @elegantduckturtle, @captain-jebi, @magpie-to-the-morning, @sharkbait77, @sleep-tight1, @musings-of-a-rose, @karlawithacapitalk, @woomen23, @frasmotic, @songsformonkeys, @loonymagizoologist, @aynsleywalker, @ruhro7, @bluestuesday, @what-iwish-you-knew, @princess-djarinn, @totallynotastanacc, @girlofchaos, @pjkimrn, @bangaveragewhitewine, @trickstersp8, @rominaszh, @gooddaykate, @ms-loverman-066, @bunniwarrior, @detectivecarisi-1, @tintinn16, @iceclaw101, @bport76, @thatpinkshirt, @tusk89, @withakindheartx, @curiouskeyboard, @pedropascalsx, @sirpascal, @racetrackheart, @patisseriel, @timpletance, @titabel, @xdaddysprincessxx, @dnxgma, @astronomeoww, @dindjarinswhore, @alwaysdjarin, @mando-amando, @mx-ferelden, @trinkets01, @jxvipike, @thesmutslut, @thereisaplaceintheheart, @scentedthingtidalwave, @mwltwo, @loveslide

dave york tags: @sanfransolomitatm, @pedrohoe04, @evyiione, @for-my-satisfaction, @androah, @naughtynecromancer, @flamesocks, @lawfulgranola, @dins-cyare, @clydesducktape, @f*cklife_imdreaminghere, @littleone65, @flamesocks, @curiouser-an-curiouser, @h-hxgirl

so many aren’t working, idk why.

#folijollyxmas #dave york x reader #dave york x f!reader #dave york x you #dave york #pedro pascal x reader

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carnivorousyandeere · 4 months

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👀 Aspen in a virgin killer sweater and high thighs getting tied up using Christmas light and then ridden until she's an absolute mess

Yessss, that’s so cute… having Aspen tied up would be a perfect time to sit on her face, or suck her off too… you could tease her for hours…

Aspen’s Xmas Surprise

( MDNI, No Age in Bio DNI )

CW: smutty, restraints, teasing, overstimulation, crying

Info: gender-neutral reader, dom reader

Aspen squirms uselessly next to the Christmas tree, muttering to herself.

“Shoot, shoot shoot…”

All she’d wanted to do was give you a nice surprise, let you come home to all the Christmas decorations already set up. But she’d only got some of the lights strung up around the tree, before her antlers got caught in a tangle of lights… in trying to get them off, she’d only managed to tangle the lights around her hands, too.

Aspen closes her eyes and sighs. The twinkling lights still shine through her eyelids, mocking her. Aspen’s about to start trying to untangle herself once more, when the sound of the front door unlocking makes her freeze like a deer in headlights. She shifts her legs and tries to curl up a little to hide herself, regretting her choice to wear the short, backless sweater dress you’d gotten her.

“Aspen~!” You sing, arms full of bags, “you home?”

Aspen squeezes her eyes shut tighter and prays that if she doesn’t say anything, you’ll leave the room without seeing her and she’ll have another chance to get unstuck. Of course, she’s not so lucky— the bags rustle, fall on the couch. You giggle, and then— a click.

Aspen’s eyes fly open. “H-hey! Don’t be taking pictures like that!”

You only laugh again, squatting down next to her. “Sorry, sweetie~! You just look so cute like this.”

You pause thoughtfully. Aspen pouts, eyeing the phone in your hand. “Can you please untie me now…?”

“Hmmm… No, I don’t think so. Not yet.”

Aspen’s heart skips a beat as you straddle her hips. You take another picture, giggling again at her flustered expression. She tries to turn her head, embarrassed by the neediness you must see on her face, but her bound antlers hold her in place.

“Ah ah ah… don’t move so much, baby girl. You don’t want to knock over the tree you spent so much time putting up, now do you?”

Aspen gulps, swallowing a whine at the pet name and the pressure of your body atop hers. You cup her face in your hands, silently asking for a kiss. Her cheeks are burning hot under your touch. Aspen shuts her eyes as you lean in, lips parted and breath shallowly fanning over yours. You press a soft kiss to her lips— gingerbread lip balm, how cute— and pull away, watching her through lidded eyes as she strains upward to follow you. Your fingers slide down her cheek, to her neck, feeling her pulse.

“Your heart’s beating so fast, baby… tell me what you want.”

“You, always you, anything for you—“ the words begin to slip out before Aspen can think them through, but you only smile and cut her off with another kiss.

Aspen’s head is buzzing by the time you pull away. You can feel her hardness growing against you, and Aspen whines softly every time you shift your weight. You move back a little bit to slide your hands up her thighs, then further, dragging her dress up. Her abs twitch under your touch as you uncover her lacy panties, the tip of her dick peeking from the waist band.

“Oh, baby…” you purr. Aspen’s breath catches as your thumb runs under the waistband, tracing dangerously close to her cock. “These are so pretty… haven’t seen them before.”

“G-got them for you…”

“Awww, a Christmas present for me?” You trace the lace with your fingers. “You wouldn’t mind if I… opened it early, would you~?”

Aspen gulps and agrees with a nod, shaking the tree and dislodging part of the string of lights from its branches.

“Hehe, okay… just try to stay still for me, okay?”

She can’t, not when she has to watch you open yourself up on your fingers, can’t touch you. Her fingers clench and unclench, her thighs twitch beneath you.

Aspen’s eyes roll back and she arches up against you as you hover over her and guide her inside of you. She’s just so big, you have to pause every few seconds just to breathe and make yourself relax. Your thighs tremble with the strain. You can barely hear her whispered pleas for more over your own blood rushing. Aspen’s breath hitches, then spills over into a hiccuping whine as you finally settle all the way down, resting your head on her chest. Her hips jerk once, then twice, and you gasp at her warmth spilling inside you.

“M’sorry, sorry…” Aspen hiccups again, tears beading her lashes.

“Mm, you’re okay baby…” you grind your hips against hers. “You’ve got one more in you, don’t you? One more for me?”

Aspen nods tearfully. Anything for you.

#torn between Darling gently shushing her when she cries from pleasure and embarrassment #and Darling telling her to cry louder ‘cause it’s just so cute when she does… 🤭#mail 📬#oc Aspen #biker yans #yandere smut #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere cw #mdni #nsft

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hometoursandotherstuff · 10 months

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Whimsical 1968 chalet style house in Whitingham, Vermont has 3 yr. round Xmas trees. It has 4bd 2ba and is priced at $399K.

Large rustic family room with knotty pine and brick. Plus lots of display shelving.

The family room has double doors to the main living area and stairs to the bedrooms.

Look at this fireplace- wreaths, florals, tchotchkes, you really have to try and look past all the shtuff.

Sitting area with fireplace and doors to the deck.

Galley style kitchen.

Leaded glass door opens to a stoop that leads down to the yard.

I don’t think they actually eat at this kitchen table. It looks like it’s for display purposed.

Lots of comfy seating, but it’s a little too chaotic for me.

This year round tree appears to have Xmas decorations.

Here’s a nice sunroom for plants and the sunlight makes the glassware collection shine.

There’s one of the year round trees, decorated with flowers. I would say that this is the main bd b/c it has a terrace.

Smaller cozy bedroom.

Here’s a nice deck.

Love the gardens and wildflowers.

3 acres of beautiful land.

https://www.redfin.com/VT/Whitingham/985-Chapel-Hill-Rd-05361/home/91224568

#chalet style home #houses #house tours #home tour

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fading-adhd-hyperfixator · 4 months

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TW.

This might become a chapter series~

THIS FANFICTION IS A XMAS GIFT FOR @calcium-cat!!! <3 IT TAKES PLACE BEFORE CHAPTER 21.

Major tw for drowning, blood, and trauma!

Plot based off of @orbital-inclination's Molten Dream oneshot and @calcium-cat's One Small Dream AU, plus her oneshot Shattered Dreams 1 and 2 on Ao3!

Please take this angst, Cal. This is only the first chapter, of course. Suffer as you made us feel with chapter 21 and 22~

Some things that should never have been said chapter 1 - the accident (Word count over 2000!)

Dream sat in his room, in front of the ripped up (and, now that he truly looked at it, it was bad, awful, just as horrible as-) drawing on the floor.

The ripped drawing, torn straight in half, showed him and Nighty. Well, Nighty before this. They were in front of the tree, the scribbled sun shining brightly. They had been holding hands before Dream ripped it.

Dream felt.. numb. Sad, angry, but he didn't want to alert Nightmare with his feelings, so he pushed them far, far down.

He didn't want to be here anymore.

He crumbled the pieces of the drawing, put on his cape, and waited.

He waited until he knew no one would be awake anymore. He had decided to break Nightmare's rules, to leave, to find a way out of this 'AU', they called it. (Dream still didn't understand the concept of 'alternate universes', he was still only just a child.)

He opened his door, hearing the almost silent creeak as it slid. Dream began to walk towards where he had escaped before, his footsteps falling silently on the stone below, as he began to let free some of that sadness by silently sobbing. His head ached. He wanted to get out now.. before someone caught him. As Dream wriggled through the window, he began to feel better. (Although the feelings he buried deep down threatened to stir, as he thought subconsciously what Nightmare would think.)

He began to run after a bit, his shoes making the leaves and sticks underneath crackle and snap. He had gotten far enough away that no one would hear him. He wasn't sure if that would be a bad thing or not.

(Of course, how would he know? He was purposefully trying to do this. He didn't want anyone to hear.)

~~~

"Dream, listen to me! Please-!"

"I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF, NIGHTY!! I DON'T NEED YOU!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

His face fell, as Dream backed away before running away, far away. He began to lightly sob, as he processed this. His fingers gripped the soft grass below, as he-

..soft grass?.. The only grass around his castle was thick and piercing. This wasn't right. He glanced up. The Tree of Feelings.. and the village? He was confused, looking at himself. Purple clothing with gold accents. He gripped his forehead. A crown, with a moon engraving..?

This.. was not right. He needed to wake up.

And, as he felt the sharp, agonizing pierce of negativity in his soul..

..his eyelight opened. Nightmare sat up quickly, panicking at how sour and wrong this felt. He had never felt something like this before, not here. This was almost like a cry for help. This.. this was very, very wrong.

He pulled off the covers, silently slipping out and checking each room. All of them were normal.

..except for Dream's. Dream was gone. He was gone? This wasn't right, although Nightmare had very much established that before. This feeling was coming from somewhere else. Maybe he had left? But he knew the rules.Nightmare quivered, his negative goop dripping onto the stone floor as he pondered it.

...Maybe.. maybe he was still bitter from the fight. Maybe he didn't want to be with Nightmare and the others anymore. (Which, Nightmare would never admit this, but that possibility scared him more than death.)

He ran out into the (sickly) empty forest. So much fear filled him, he thought he would explode, as Nightmare ran through the forest, getting closer to the feeling..

He heard the rushing of the river. The river shouldn't be rushing right now. It was the middle of winter, for star's sake! Then it hit Nightmare that Dream could be inside the river. Inside.. those rapids.. the rushing water..-! He needed to find Dream. Now.

~~~

Dream couldn't see. He didn't know what had happened. Everything was cold, he had to hold his breath-

He had slipped, taken a few tumbles, and… fallen. Fallen into.. a stream? A river, perhaps? Dream couldn't tell. All he knew was that he needed to swim up. But which way was up? For all Dream knew, he could be upside down. He hit the bottom of the lake, crashing into a rock. Dream opened his mouth to cry out-

And water- horrible, bitter tasting, dirty water rushed into his lungs, his mouth-His lungs screamed for air, (metaphorically, skellies don't have lungs I'm just stupid) his eyesockets opened, and he spotted a light. The surface.

And then that light dimmed out. Dream was still conscious, he hadn't closed his eyes.. but what was blocking his vision..?

All he knew is that he was quickly thrusted out of the stream, coughing and choking out river water and bile onto the sandy shore below.

His vision began to fade as Dream collapsed, exhausted and scared. He didn't want this.. what was going on..?

~~~

Nightmare lifted Dream out of the rushing river just before he went out of sight, setting him gently on the shore as panic filled his soul, his entire being. “DREAM!!”

As Dream fell, he was lifted gently with a tentacle and taken into Nightmare's arms, as Nightmare hyperventilated a little. Sure, sure they were immortal to old age or any natural causes.

But murder or something like this could still kill them.

Nightmare frantically pulled out his phone, and sent a single text.

'River. Now. Bring monster candy and run.'

And he waited, holding Dream's shivering, small figure. Dream's soul was filled with fear.. and some incomprehensible emotion.. perhaps hatred? He looked down at the puddle Dream had choked out. How long had he been in that stream before Nightmare came? How long had he suffered?

Dream's HP was.. scarily low. Nightmare couldn't exactly heal it due to how terrified he was, but he could at least look for the wound.

There.

Nightmare lifted up Dream's wet shirt and stared at the fracture that ran through the back of Dream's ribcage and spine.

That.. that was bad.

Where were his boys?..Had they not woken to the text?Maybe he should call.Yeah, maybe that was it.

But as Nightmare stared at the bloody crack, he couldn't

move

a single

bone.

He couldn't even process how dull and cracked Dream's tiny soul looked. He didn't process Dream's health

slowly

depleting

to 1.

And, when he did, he still couldn't move. Nightmare stared at Dream's small, shaking body as panic set in, quicker and heavier than before.

“DREAM!! WAKE UP!!”

Where were his boys when he needed them?! He sent another frantic text, before calling Horror.

It took a moment, but eventually the phone was answered. “mmm.. boss?.. it's 3 in.. the morning..” Nightmare couldn't help but feel a twinge of humor at how ridiculously tired Horror sounded.

“You didn't get my text?..” Nightmare mumbled into the microphone in such a blank, sorrowful tone that disgusted him. He was the Guardian of Negativity, and he was upset. But, then again, he was upset over Dream.

“..I'm looking right now. You sound upset enough, I know it's probably important. .. I'll be there with Cross, Killer and Dust in a moment. Whatever it is, please be safe, boss.”

The phone clicked, as Nightmare realized the kindness in Horror’s tone.

And Nightmare sat there, holding Dream as he focused everything on making sure Dream didn't lose the last of his HP.

~~~

Horror pondered things while he dressed and woke the others. He went into the kitchen to wait.

Nightmare had sounded so sad..

He took a few bites of the leftover food that Killer had set out, before wondering why Dream hadn't come outside during all the chaos.

Probably just asleep.

It was too early for him, after all. He'd never get to sleep if he was up at this ungodly hour. He didn’t even know why Nightmare needed everyone, and he said he needed monster candy..?

All Horror knew is that none of his (brothers) co-workers were missing. It worried him.

Perhaps just a peek into Dream's room..

He started toward the cracked door, footsteps growing slowly faster when it seemed like he would never get there.He opened the door quietly, the whine of the squeaky hinges causing Horror to wince before looking inside.

Pieces of ripped paper and broken crayons on the floor. His Nightmare doll on the ground, like he had thrown it into the wall. Cape missing. Pajamas on the floor. Shoes missing. Bedsheets torn aside and strewn around the room.

Horror.. was now feeling his namesake, as he yelled at the others to hurry up. He ran as fast as he could to the medicine cabinet, grabbing every single monster candy they had and a few bandages, stuffing them inside his coat pocket.

He began to dash back out, before running into Cross. He almost knocked the oreo-looking skeleton over, quickly apologizing before trying to run again.

He felt a light pressure on his arm, and turned to Cross.“..You're never this upset, big guy. Tell me what's wrong, and take a deep breath, okay?..”

Horror felt a little relief, and sighed, explaining how broken Nightmare had sounded on the call....

and the fact that Dream's room was a mess, the small space no longer holding the small positivity guardian. Cross went silent at that, eye lights searching Horror’s face, concern and mild fear in them.“..Killer, Dust, hurry up. This could be something related to Dream. He's not in his room.”

Killer and Dust immediately picked up their pace, albeit not very much. Horror grimaced. “..I've got the candies. Grab some bandages and meet me out there.” Despite knowing he already had a few, he knew that he needed to prepare.

He ran out the door, eventually hearing the river rushing...

..and Nightmare yelling Dream's name. Oh, dear stars, his fears were true and Dream was hurt, he was hurt, Horror had a right to worry and maybe he would never even see that little smile ever again and yes that struck him harder than any blow he'd ever taken even from Undyne-

“HORROR! HERE, QUICK!!” Nightmare's dread filled voice cut Horror out of his panic attack as he ran over to look at Dream. Upon seeing how soaked, and shivering and cold the poor thing looked, he texted Killer ‘bring a towel.’

“Boss, tell me, is he hurt, how low is his HP, and how long has he been like this?!”

Nightmare took a deep breath before responding.

“He's got a severe fracture on his ribs and spine, I've been keeping him from dusting, he's at 1, and..”

Nightmare trailed off. Horror caught from the guilt on Nightmare's face, that Nightmare had not been here when Dream had fallen in. “..I brought bandages.” Horror mumbled before gently lifting the small bittybones’ shirt and taking a better look at the broken bones.

Oh.

Oh stars.

Oh stars oh stars oh stars oh stars-

“..Horror?..”

Dream was really hurt this bad? This could've killed him, he should've come sooner-“

..Horror, you're pulling at your socket, you're spacing out.”

And all that guilt came crashing down on Horror as he stared, filled with his namesake, at the bloody fracture.

“-Horror!”

He blinked as Nightmare waved his hand in front of Horror's face. He gently removed his fingers from the side of his face, feeling the sore pain of his soft eyesocket. “..We need to focus on Dream right now.”

Horror sighed and began to carefully wrap the bandages around the tiny bones, minding when Dream let out a water-filled pained cry through his unconsciousness, muffled through Nightmare's hoodie.

He turned Dream onto his back, popping a candy in his mouth before leaning back and attempting to take a deep breath.

That failed.

As did the next attempt.

He spaced out on the dark, cloudy sky, beginning to hyperventilate. He pulled his skull down in between his knees, barely holding back tears.

He stayed like that.

Maybe Horror believed that it was too late.

~~~

Horror still layed, spaced out in his bed, staring at the ceiling.

Killer, Dust, and Cross had arrived, and they had gotten Dream back to the castle. All Horror could see was that frail, injured, tiny, shaking, cold, wet body. Did what he feel count as feeling traumatized?

He didn't register the hand waving in front of his face.

He, of course, didn't register the voice saying his name.

Until it got louder, of course.

That hurt his already aching skull, as he went to groan and hold his head, he felt cold tears.

Had he been crying?

He hadn't noticed..

His senses slowly flooded back, and he registered Killer's half-gloved hand waving in front of his eyesockets.He turned his head, to see.. Killer was worried? He didn't have enough strength to register what Killer was saying, until it hit a quiet, shaking level of worry.

“..Horror..? ..You okay?.. You're k-kinda scarin’ me..”

He shook his head and everything flooded back.

“Oh.. oh yeah.. yeah, I'm okay.”

Okay or not, he felt an aching feeling pulling down his soul like blue magic. Fear. Doubt. Guilt?

He waved Killer away.

“..You should try to get some more sleep. It's 3:37.”

“Ah- y-yeah- of course-..”

Horror turned to the wall, trying to begin spacing out again.

But he noticed that Killer.. never actually left?

He looked back, seeing Killer hesitate

.“..We’re both worried, Killer. You should go to Nightmare. I think Cross is doing first watch on Dream tonight.”

Killer was silent, as he nodded stiffly and left the room.After a while, Horror's eyesockets shut.He had fallen asleep.

But that nagging guilt still tugged.

~~~

Dream was tired. He could make out that much. He felt the pain. He felt the cold, until someone had wrapped him up. Someone had given him candy.. and bandaged him?His head still ached more than anything. Hadn't they fixed it? Or maybe that was the adrenaline in his soul wearing off.

From all he knew, he had hit the bottom of the river. He had passed out after.. Nightmare saved him? Was it Nighty?

He really didn't know right now..

He wanted Nighty now.

He wanted to hold his goopy tentacle. Dream knew that Nighty was not near. From what little awareness he had, Crossy was with him.

He wanted to wake up.

Yes, that was what Dream wanted!

He needed to get up! And apologize!

After all, it was pretty early.

Or maybe that was just his head aching that convinced him of the time.. it could be the middle of the day for all Dream could know..

Eventually, Crossy swapped for Rory.

He wanted a hug from Rory.

Dream was in pain again.Like when he lost his tooth, but a billion times worse..

Okay, maybe he was overreacting.

Even a child could tell that much.

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It's mine and a few others' headcanon that Horror pulls on his socket when he's nervous! :3

I accidentally cut off the last few sentences, but I'll pop them into the next chapter <3

merry christmas everybody!!!

#tw drowning #tw blood mention #tw trauma #one small dream #osd #tw child trauma

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beyourselfchulanmaria · 5 months

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green and light in my holy temple always, even i don't have any tiny place to put xmas trees and in my dark parts of heart still shines.

Lan~*

#green #light #seasons light #green days #be with you always #my hope #with love

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ultrakdramamama · 4 months

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SHINee tree is up! Got one more fanlight to add because it needs batteries...and looking at the tree I think a couple of the other ones do too. But once those are replaced it will be all done. Love my sparkly SHINee tree😍

#shinee #SHINee xmas #my SHINee tree

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kikisfuneralservice · 2 years

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LEE JINKI BF HEADCANONS

always wanted to know what lee jinki is like as a boyfriend? your questions have been answered…

includes nsfw content‼️

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

FLUFF:

blushes REALLY bad whenever you say cute things to him

always loves mornings with you because he gets to hold you close in his arms and likes to trace little shapes in stars onto your back and call them your own little constellations

loves buying you little gifts. you get a new little bracelet or pair of earrings every single damn day

he always INSISTS that lunch is on him, so you probably owe him a thousand dollars by now but you can’t fight him on that.

just learns how to cook for you

he’s always wanted to learn how to ballroom dance so he takes you with him and it’s annoying in the moment but when you’re alone at night under the stars outside ballroom dancing with each other on the patio it rlly is all worth it

he is always permanently stuck in the honeymoon phase no matter how far along your relationship is bc he always feels it in his stomach when u smile at him proudly across the room even if it’s just for some stupid little thing

holds you in his hands like you’re his mother’s vase that’s worth millions of dollars because he couldn’t live a day more if he ever hurt you

always takes initiative first. he just wants you to know that he can handle it and be able to protect you

might as well just slap a superman cape on him bc he’s gonna be your superman and swear on it

you buy him a superman shirt to solidify this idea and he wears it to bed every day

holds you tight at the end of the day and always is like “superman did it again!! he’s saved the day!” and tickles you bc you know he always does save the day

even on your worst days he’s there as close or far away as you want him to be from you. everything is always all your call

likes going in picnics under the willow trees because the view from the hill is always so beautiful and he wants you to experience it with him

also loves to read to you :(

is the bitch that says i love you on the top of the ferris wheel

he makes everything cheesy because he only wants you to be happy at your fullest

the both of you love to go window shopping together. ikea is usually to go-to bc jinki loves the food court and likes to go around holding ur hand and telling u that that’s where u guys are gonna live and this is the living room u guys will have

game nights

you guys have multiple board games and card games. you don’t even invite friends over- you just compete against each other

always takes the family path on the game of life

“my daughter fell out of the car… and you did too…”

rlly likes shopping for you for some odd reason he just likes making outfits for you

“this would look stunning on you y/n!!!!” the outfit: a turtleneck and cargo pants

“this would make me look like kim possible”

“yea but she's pretty! just like you!” ok jinki

doesn’t wanna buy all the extraneous outdoor xmas decorations so he takes you on a whirlwind tour though the neighborhood to look at other people’s houses and their decorations

insists to pay for everything bc he is so in love with u

will also buy things you do not need whatsoever but purely bc you cannot live without this peach smelling shampoo

on a related note, he loves resting his head on the top of your head and kissing it

loves just treating u like a prince/princess he rlly does he is your prince your knight in shining armor

SMUT:

the both of you take turns in taking control but it’s mostly you because he just loves seeing you on top of him

he’s always seen you as empowering and just the mere thought of your strength on him turns him on

does not prefer ass or tits more - he loves both equally. loves all parts of your body and will always let you know that

he kinda researches in secret bc he thinks he lacks compared to you, so he always wants to find new things to try

one time he ordered a vibrator from amazon (like any bitch does ofc) and was immediately confused when he opened it

put the batteries in and got startled when it started moving and dropped it on the floor

will need a minute, but he’ll get the hang of it. he just wants you to feel good

he tells you that but you tell him the same thing back, and of course, he doesn’t want to admit it, but he’s always excited at the idea of you up against him

also takes everything relatively slow so he can savor each moment

likes when u have a sweet drink before kissing him bc it tastes so much better on your lips

one time you mentioned that you wanted to try giving him a lap dance and he thought it was only in the movies

sat him down in a chair and let the kid go wild

he’s hesitant but once you move his hands on your body and grind against him, he gets the hang of it

tries to hide his noises bc he’s embarrassed but u let him know it’s ok

“idk but it’s embarrassing…”

and ur like fine

and u just moan and cry for him until he understands that it’s ok and that well,, it’s hot

his heart rate is 10 light years ahead of him

u buy lingerie that you think he would like bc he’s always so clipped about what he wants from u at least sex-wise, but u know that he goes bazonkers when u put on a pretty outfit for him

you go and tell him u bought a new outfit and he’s excited bc he likes ur little fashion shows, but when u come out and ur wearing a see-through flimsy piece, his face goes tomato red

u love teasing him too: “jinki… do u like my outfit? i got it just for you…”

he doesn’t know what to say or do first bc he doesn’t know if he should be looking away or looking right at you

“aren’t you cold…?”

just wanna pleasure him for all that he’s done for u

gets easily overstimulated, so he’s very nervous, and often finishes quicker than he intends to, but he can never control himself around u

you feel a little bad for the poor kid, but seeing him lose himself in your arms over and over and over…

he often reaches his bursting point, so u try to calm him down a little in the moment, but he’s blabbering all over the place and leaking everywhereeeee……. soooooo

you get a rush out of being sneaky, so you bring him to the movies and try to pull some shit

“why are we seeing this movie it came out 4 months ago? i bet no one will be there.”

thats the point, darling!

“i’m gonna get red vines!” jinki wait hold on

he gets the red vines

“why arent you paying attention to the movie?”

is flabbergasted that you’re even doing this, but screw it, you’re in the back of an empty movie theater and he gets the bj of his life

asks you to “wear that outfit again”

he’s a creature of habit, and what works for him works for him

is nervous about exploring but it’s ok as long as he has you <3

surprise!!! i wanted to make it up to you all for all your support that you’ve given me over the past few months when i was MIA, so i pulled some headcanons out of the drafts i had (which i have for each member hehe). i figured i’d pull something out before i completed my jjong os... thank you all again for your support, and if you enjoy, then feel free to like or reblog or turn on my notifs for more future content-- or follow me on my twitter!

#SHINee #SHINee fics #kpop fics #shinee x reader #lee jinki #lee jinki fics #lee jinki x reader #shinee fluff #shinee smut #shinee onew #onew x reader

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customizedstore · 9 months

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Dance Like Frosty Shine like Rudolph Give like Santa Love Like Jesus T-Shirt, Cute Xmas Tee

#Dance Like Frosty Shine like Rudolph Give like Santa Love Like Jesus T-Shirt #Cute Xmas Tee #ChristmasShirt Christmas Shirts #Christmas Shirt #Family Christmas #Happy Christmas #Merry Christmas #Most Wonderful Time #Christmas Gift #Christmas Tree #New Year Shirt #Farm Fresh Truck #Family Christmas Tee #Christmas Squad #dead inside shirt #skeleton Christmas

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ughgoaway · 4 months

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Maybe like a proposal fic, this is oozing with cheese but bear with, at home and cozy, fireplace lit up, Annie is fast asleep upstairs, tree has just been put up, and they’re just chilling and reader is like “do you need anything for Xmas” because she’s a procrastinating gift buyer and matty is like ✨my time to shine✨and gets down on one knee and proposes and literally says “all I want for Xmas is you/you to be my wife” etc cuz he’s a drama queen🫅 😂😍😭

oh god I love that idea so much. mattys dramatic ass would say something like that ahahaha

I wanna save the proposal until my writing is a bit better, but when it comes?? I will absolutely come back to this!!

idc if its summer when I decide to write this... I will just pretend it is not <3

also, just a little thank you for your constant support of my silly au!!! you always send such amazing asks and engage with everything!!! I just wanted to specifically thank you bc I notice it all the time, and i appreciate you<333

#i want the propsal to be PERFECT and i just do not think im good enough yet #but when the time comes you all will be getting 1000 diff scenarios lol #ask!#teacher au!

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asikubi-soda · 9 months

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2022 Xmas『1983』

Chapter 3

A little past noon, the snow had stopped and the sky was cloudless, and the winter sun was floating in the high sky. The sunlight, which is not enough to melt the snow, is reflected on the ground and shines brightly.

Snape's eyes squinted at the light, his nose tucked into his winter scarf, and he gazed at a small, withered fountain.

Benches were lined up in a semicircle around the fountain, and the buildings on the other side of the street were decorated for Christmas. Here and there store signs are buried in the snow, and a tree can be seen in the shop window. Behind and around the fountain was a short forest, and beyond that was a row of buildings.

Everyone passing by the small park seems to be a wizard or a witch. I hear the sound of Apparition in the distance. The fountain in front of me must have been Muggle-proof.

Snape spread out a newspaper he had found in a Muggle storefront on the way there, as the bench he had just waved his wand to melt the snow was warm. It featured Muggle sports, football match results, and interviews with Muggle musicians returning from world tours.

After that, there were no articles that caught my eye, and when I looked up at the fountain again, there was a familiar face on the other side. Looking around and noticing this one, the bearded face showed a smile that could be seen from afar.

"Did you wait?"

"So-so"

Snape put the newspaper in the pocket of his coat and stood up to look at Lupin. His nose and ears turned bright red from the outside air, and his beard was smiling happily as he rubbed his cold red fingertips together. The brown hair on the beard, which was more trimmed than usual, had more premature gray hairs.

A Christmas song is heard in the distance.

"It's cold."

"It must be cold with just a coat on."

Snape, smirking, reached up to Lupin's cheek amusingly. Rubbing his cheek against his glove, Lupine inhales his scent through a cold nose. A black coat, a black muffler and gloves, and the usual all-black outfit suits him best.

"Let's go? No, I don't mind if you hug me for a while..."

Snape only squinted at Lupin's insistent gaze. They walked along the rim of the fountain, passing overhead fairies carrying ornaments along the way. When the two looked where the fairies were headed, they saw that the biggest fir tree in the forest had become a Christmas tree. A fairy's little house is built between the ornaments.

"Where are you going?"

"Hmm? I'd like to drink something warm first."

"You had lunch, didn't you?"

“Yeah, thanks to that, I was able to take it easy. But you know, I want to spend my date more slowly. ”

Looked to his side, his red cheeks loosening and staring at him. Snape pulls up his scarf and turns away. Lupine looked disappointed, but his cheeks remained relaxed as he walked alongside him.

"Maybe you have work after this?"

"No."

A short reply comes from inside the black scarf.

Ah, now I want to hold your hand. I want to hug you. Lupine resisted reaching for him and thrust his haggard hand into his coat pocket.

Passing through the woods and out onto the street, the stone walls were covered with snow like powdered sugar, and children were drawing pictures with their fingers. They passed it and stopped at a pub with menus covered in snow. The voices of the bustling customers, the smell of food, and rock music can be heard from inside the store.

"There's mulled wine, shall we have it here?"

"Yes, I will pay."

Snape left Lupin there, walked into the pub, and immediately ordered from the barman.

"Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, two mulled wines."

"Okay, two mulled wines."

Snape nodded when the bartender held up two fingers to see if there were two orders. Snape pulled a bi-fold wallet from his inner coat pocket and tapped the button on the coin purse with his fingertips. No one here noticed that the coin purse had changed, and the contents had changed from galleons to pounds.

"Thank you, let me pay next time."

"As you like."

Watching him take the wine from Snape and bow lightly, Lupine fought the urge to kiss him on the cheek.

The two of them moved to the edge of the empty counter, and Lupine breathed a sigh of relief at the warmth of the wine in his hands. Snape removes his glove and puts it on the counter.

"My parents used to come to this area before."

"So here."

"Yeah...he said it's the best for a date...it's delicious."

Snape leaned against the wall, frowning at the word 'date' Lupin whispered to him, and looked at his bearded face sipping wine.

"It's so much fun, it's the best Christmas ever."

"well well…"

Snape frowns and turns his head away, looking inside the store while sipping the wine. Lupine smiled at him and put his elbows on the counter and crossed his legs.

The mulled wine they both had had red wine and orange aromas coming out of their nostrils, and the honey warmed their cold bodies from the inside.

Lupine, who was looking at the entrance of the store, leaned over Snape's shoulder and told him a secret.

"...the first kiss is you."

"What?"

Snape stopped drinking wine and looked at smiling bearded face, and on the other side, a couple were kissing against the backdrop of the snowy landscape.

"Then what?"

"At that time, I summoned the courage of a generation. I was hit with all my might."

"No wonder."

"Haha, is that so."

Snape frowned and half-glared at Lupin, who smiled happily as he sipped the wine.

"Without permission..."

"Would you forgive me if I did?"

"Idiot."

"Now?"

Snape, who was about to slap, clenched his hand and clicked his tongue at Lupin's expression, which was a mixture of joking and seriousness.

"There's no reason to do that. Don't be conceited."

"Haha, that's a pain."

Lupine knew that if the store hadn't been occupied, he would have been staring at him in silence. Snape, who rarely nodded or responded, only answered refusals firmly. And when agree, silently wait for me to approach.

Lupine shrugged his shoulders. Watching him smile happily no matter what he said, Snape twisted his wrist to check the wand on his cuff, just in case the bearded face might actually kiss him at some point. Until now, no matter how many times I refused, the only person who wouldn't leave me was Lupine, who was sitting next to me.

Without knowing that they were thinking about each other, without a doubt, the two of them finished their wine and left the restaurant.

#snupin #remus x severus #ルスネ #translation soda #my novel

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