merry christmas you reader

An Unexpected Surprise

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 5.2K

Summary: Saddened at the idea of having to spend Christmas alone, you return to your apartment to find an unexpected surprise in the form of your very cute, sexy and adorable boyfriend Namjoon. 


Snowflakes floated gracefully down to the pavement as you walked through the bustling city streets. Lights were strung up all around you, twinkling beautifully in a whole spectrum of colours and the gorgeous scent of mulled wine and cinnamon lingered in the air. Everything about the place was simply magical, children wearing thick coats and knitted scarves weaved in and out of market stalls laughing gleefully as their parents chased behind them, the whole atmosphere of the place was just…good.

And yet despite the magnificence of everything, you found it hard to smile, you found it challenging to even care enough the admire the scene taking place all around you. Because for the first time in years you would be spending Christmas alone. The very thought of this made the vibrant reds and greens seem duller, the delicious scents made you feel nauseous and all the hanging lights gave you a painful headache.

You dragged your feet against the pavement until finally you reached the entrance to your apartment building. With numb fingers, you pulled out your key and turned it in the lock of the main entrance. Reluctantly, you wandered into the building, the warmth from inside instantly hitting your body and thawing your frozen skin.

The lobby area was quiet, painfully so, most of the residents had gone to see their family and loved ones over the holidays leaving the hallways deserted and silent, it was almost eerie. Your parents had gone to visit some friends of theirs in another country and despite their invitation for you to join them you hadn’t wanted to intrude on their gathering so you’d assured them you would spend the Christmas with your boyfriend Namjoon. At the time you hadn’t been lying, you really had thought the two of you would be able to spend Christmas together, but sadly he’d ended up having to work right the way through until New Year’s Eve.

You’d understood of course, work came first. Namjoon was the heir to a highly prestigious company, his father being the manager of it, you knew that if he wanted to take over one day, he couldn’t afford to take much time off. He had to show that he was determined, dependable and focused, and so, when he’d announced with a sullen face that he couldn’t be with you on Christmas, you’d simply nodded, even managing a small smile.

It was just one Christmas after all. Sure, the sheer feeling of isolation was going to be pretty miserable but…it was just one Christmas.

You traipsed through to the elevator, pressing the correct button to get to your floor, the Christmas music playing on the speakers cruelly mocking you with its sickly sweet melody, one that left a bitter taste in your mouth. You supposed you should feel grateful, to spend your Christmas in such a luxurious apartment, something that was all thanks to Namjoon and his hard work, but it was hard to see the value of expensive items  when you had no one to share them with.

You worked hard too of course, but working as a waitress didn’t exactly bring in the same paycheck as the ridiculous amounts of money your boyfriend made. Nonetheless, you would insist on buying most things for yourself as much as he wanted to spoil you, you never let him buy you clothes or technology or other kinds luxurious presents, the only exceptions being your birthday or Christmas.

When you reached the door of your apartment, you pulled out another key from the key ring and turned it in the lock in one smooth action, you pulled the handle down so the door swung open. In the darkness, you stumbled towards the light switches and flicked them on individually until the room was thoroughly illuminated, , your books were still scattered across the coffee table and a small Christmas tree stood pathetically by the couch. You had half a mind to take it down right now and pretend that Christmas wasn’t happening.

Just as you were about to collapse on the couch you heard a strange clattering noise coming from the kitchen. The first time, you decided to simply ignore it, you couldn’t muster the energy to go and check the source of the noise. However, after a few seconds the noise occurred again, over and over, becoming more and more impossible to ignore.

You weren’t scared for some reason, as you moved towards the kitchen, not even considering the possibility that someone could have broken in, perhaps you were just too blue to care. But as you swung the door open you were met with a sight you certainly had not expected.

Your boyfriend was standing amongst a heap of pots and pans, something was steaming in the corner and the plates were piled a mile high in the sink, the oven was on, the microwave was on, the kettle was on, just about everything was on and the room had a rather odd smell to it, like a mixture of hundreds of different varieties of food. 

Yet despite the disastrous surroundings, a feeling of blissful joy ran through your veins at the sight of him and without even a second thought, you found your feet moving and your body throwing itself into his unexpecting one.

“Y/N! You’re home” he exclaimed happily once he was over the initial shock of basically being tackled into a hug. His skin was so warm against your cold cheek and  you gripped him even more tightly. Your body must have still been quite cold because you felt him shiver, but he made no complaint as he wrapped his long arms around you.

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You Want Better? – Part 2

(DARYL X READER)

Summary: I made a second part to this because I wanted to. Sort of felt like resolving the Rick-ness of it all. Daryl and the reader begin to sneak around and see each other, they go on a run with the group and Rick confronts the reader about his feelings and the reader has to decide between Rick or Daryl. I really love jealous Daryl. Smutty Daryl x Reader Goodness.

Warnings: Smut

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You and Daryl began to sneak around regularly after the night by the campfire, neither one of you said the word, “dating,” but you both knew you didn’t want anyone but each other.

You smile at him as you both walk through the woods, side by side. He looks over at you and smiles back, taking your hand in his, as you both walked at the rear of the group. You, Daryl, Rick, Shane, Andrea, and T-Dawg were out on a run, trying to find some supplies to bring back to Hershel’s farm. Rick figured it would be a good sign of faith and it might convince Hershel to let you all stay. You were doubtful, but as you looked into Daryl’s eyes you thought to yourself that anywhere he was would be just fine with you. Whether that be on the farm or on the move again, it didn’t matter.

You snap out of your trance and look forward to see that the group had stopped at the edge of the woods, on the other side of the clearing you could make out a small town, you had arrived at your destination. As you look up toward the direction you and Daryl are walking, you see Rick put his arm in the air, putting his finger up, signaling for the group to halt.

Everyone stopped and watched Rick as he turned around with serious eyes, to give commands to his group. He looks around at everyone, putting his hands on his hips, getting ready to speak. His eyes scan the group and see you and Daryl in the very back a few feet away from everyone else, he looks down and notices that Daryl is holding your hand. He looks back up and looks in your eyes with something that looked like shock. You feel your entire body vibrate as he stared at the two of you in dismay. Does he fucking have to? You thought to yourself, trying to make yourself angry and push those old feelings for Rick away.

Rick’s eyes move to your hands intertwined again, Daryl pulls your hand toward him harder and pulls you a little closer to his side. This causes Rick to look up at Daryl, who is staring him down harshly. Rick nods to himself a little, clenches his jaw and looks away, focusing on the group ahead of you two.

“Alright, you know the drill. In and out quickly, you see a walker you do whatever you can to kill it. Let’s go in groups of three. Shane take T-Dwag and Andrea…” He pauses a little and stares back at you and Daryl, pushing emotion away from his eyes. “Daryl and Y/N, your with me.” Rick said shortly, turning his back again quickly motioning for everyone to start their descent onto the town.

You look over at Daryl, a little nervously, after that display of dominance you didn’t really know how Daryl would react. Not to mention that pesky feeling in your stomach you felt every time Rick looked at you. Daryl looked at you, noticing your worried eyes on his. He smiled softly and leaned over to kiss you gently, brushing his lips softly against yours for just a moment. You close your eyes at the feel of his lips, you could never get enough of his kisses, for a moment you forgot your worry. As his lips detach you open your eyes, smiling a little now.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be good, baby.” He said to you a low voice, leaning back down to quickly kiss you again.

Before he can pull away you reach you left-hand up the nape of his neck and to his hair, you push his head towards yours, pushing his lips into you further. He growled a little and slowly plunged his tongue into your willing mouth. You moan a little feeling his tongue inside you, suddenly feeling that familiar need for him to be all over you.

You hear someone’s throat clear and your stomach drops. Shit. You forgot where you were. You try and pull away, but Daryl snakes his right-hand up your neck and mimics your actions, pushing your head into his, not allowing you to let go just yet. He sucked and swirled around your tongue deeply, crashing his lips onto you over and over. You moan out into him again, in a trance by his actions. That fucking tongue. You thought to yourself as you melted into him.

After a minute of fucking your mouth with his tongue, Daryl finally let go, slowly backing away from you, still staring into your eyes. He is very well aware that Rick has been watching this whole time, in fact he was fucking counting on it.

You slowly open your eyes after one of the best kisses to date from Daryl and hazily look at him smiling. Daryl smirks and grabs your hand again, pulling you both back toward the town, shoulder to shoulder. Daryl looks straight into Rick’s eyes, who looks like someone had just punched him in the gut. Daryl smirks and nods his head toward Rick.

“We’re ready. Let’s go.” He said flatly.

You looked at Rick and let your eyes drop to the ground as Daryl spoke. You felt your face get hot with embarrassment but you couldn’t deny that you didn’t ever regret the way Daryl made you feel, unlike Rick.

Rick clears his throat, nods his head, and turns around walking toward the town.

Daryl looks at you and smiles cockily. You roll your eyes and place your head on his shoulder for a moment as you both walk towards town.

“You got your knife, Y/N?” Daryl asked, making sure you were prepared for the scene ahead.

You chuckle a little, taking your head off of him and using your free hand to snake to your right side and pull your favorite knife out of its holster. You grin at him and shove it back in its place.

He nods and smiles at you before turning his attention toward the task at hand. He drops your hand and looks at you as you clear the woods and feel your feet hit the tar road that lead into town.

“Stay with me at all times and be careful.” Daryl growled in a low voice, motioning for you to stay behind him.

You comply and drop behind him to flank him on his right side. You see Daryl unsling his crossbow and hold it up, using it as a scope for danger as he scans the area all around you two before starting forward on the road. You draw your knife in response, scanning the area behind you to, putting your back to Daryl’s for a moment. You turn slowly back around, hearing the heel of your boot slowly groan as you twist it into the tarred surface. You turn back around to flank Daryl, walking cautiously forward behind him.

Rick waits for you two to catch up to him and you both reach him, under the population sign, he nods to Daryl asking if he is ready, Daryl nods shortly back. Rick looks at you, looking down for a second and then looking back up at you and nods, you nod in response, trying to keep your eyes hard. Rick silently motioned you to the right side of the street, filled with houses. You can see Shane’s group making their way into the first house on the left side of the road.

Rick runs quietly up to the front door of the first house, checking the lock with his left hand, his wedding ring glistened as the sunlight hit is for a moment, blinding you a little. You laugh a little wryly to yourself at this, trying to hide it from Daryl. Rick finds the door is unlocked and he slowly opens it with his hand, pushing it open. He pushed his back to the wall beside the door for a moment, awaiting to see if anything would come out at him. Nothing. Rick walked in to the doorway of the house about three feet in, holding his gun in the air. He surveyed the space with his gun for a moment, before relaxing his hands and turning around to face you two on the street. He nods and motions to you both, telling you it is safe.

Daryl nods and starts to walk toward the door of the house, never lowering his bow. He walks right past Rick, with you a few feet behind. You follow Daryl inside and feel Rick close behind you. Daryl stops at the end of the hallway, causing you to stop shortly, Rick bumps into your back a little as you do this. He stands into you for a few seconds too long, you slowly move your feet forward a couple of steps, breaking contact. You can feel him breathing on your neck as you feel his eyes on you. You turn your head slightly, wanting to look back at him, but not allowing yourself to. Instead you turned your head back toward Daryl’s back and tried to ignore Rick’s breath on you.

Daryl looked back at you and whispered, “Stay here,” to you in a serious tone as he darted to the left, scoping out the living room. You didn’t move and neither did Rick, as if he knew what he was doing was having an effect on you. You stand in the hallway and see Daryl walk across your view again, this time toward the kitchen.

You hear Daryl’s big footsteps dart around from room to room as you feel Rick’s breath on you. Daryl walks upstairs to check the rooms on the second floor and you feel Rick step closer to you, pressing ever so slightly into your back again. You turn your head slightly, but still do not give in to his gaze. You feel his right hand come up and rub the small of your back a little, putting his lips right up next to your ear as he leaned in to you.

“I know you feel that.” He says in a low whisper, not wanting Daryl to hear.

Your breath hitches feeling his breath and his words in your ear. You say nothing. He continues to rub on you, slowly moving his hand to your side and to your stomach rubbing slightly. Your hair stands up and you get goosebumps. You feel your eyes begin to close at the feeling of him when you remind yourself what the hell was happening.

Your eyes snap open and you smack his hand away from yours. You step forward further into the hall, forcing yourself to turn around and look at Rick.

“You’re fucking married Rick, don’t.” You say sternly, trying to hold a serious gaze.

His eyes fall to the floor ashamed for a moment, before sheepishly raising his eyes with his head still hanging.

“What if I wasn’t?” He asked, staring into you.

You ignored the flip your stomach did, this was everything you had wanted from Rick for so long, since the first time you’d met him. Why did he have to do this to you now? When you finally had something good with someone? You are lost in your thoughts when you hear Daryl’s loud footsteps come crashing down the stairs. You turn back around and face Daryl, pushing all thoughts of what had just happened aside.

“Anything?” You ask him.

He shakes his head no and looks at you in relief, before heading for the kitchen.

“Come on. Let’s get to work.” He said and you all went about scavenging from room to room of the house. You repeated this pattern until you had scavenged what you could from all of the houses on your side of the street. Killing what few walkers were found in, quietly.

All three of you panted heavily as you carried your full packs full of supplies to the middle of the street, where Shane, T-Dwag, and Andrea were waiting, also carrying their heavy packs.

Rick nodded to the other group, “Let’s make our way back.” He said turning his heels and clicking his boots down the tar road and back to the woods where you came from. You all turn and follow suite. Shane catches up with Rick at the front, followed by T-Dawg and Andrea in the middle, followed by you and Daryl in the back.

Daryl slung his crossbow in place on his shoulder and began to walk down the road, staring straight ahead, concentrating on the scene, making sure he could keep you safe if anything should jump out at you. You walked side by side with Daryl, absentmindedly going over the words Rick had said to you back there.

After a while you notice Daryl staring down at you and you whip your head up quickly to give him a smile. He smiled back softly and took your hand in his again, this time with a gentle, loving touch. You stared into his eyes for a moment, lost in his perfection, he always knew how to remind you right where you wanted to be. You sighed happily and returned your gaze toward the road. He rubbed his thumb over the back of your hand, swaying your arms, as he walked you both back home.

The walk home was quiet, no body saying too much, everyone was tired. You felt your legs groan and ache as you made your way back to the farm, through the woods. By the time you saw the farm in the distance, you were ready to kiss the ground, you had never been more happy to see the place. You tug at the heavy pack on your back and dig your heels in, focusing on the short way you had to go before you could sit.

You walk through the big meadow, trudging through the grass, as you all make your way across to Hershel’s farm. You reach Daryl’s tent first and you groan, wishing you didn’t have to trek the supplies all the way up to the house before stopping.

Daryl stops and drops your hand, he looks at you, “Give me that.” He said nodding to your backpack. You nod and swing the bag off your shoulders, you bring it over to Daryl’s open hand and he grabs it. You sigh in relief, finally feeling free. He slugs the bag easily over his other shoulder, placing it next to the strap of his crossbow, as he carries his bag on the opposite shoulder. He adjusts, making sure the load he carries is evenly weighted.

You stare up at him gratefully as you catch your breath. He leans down and kisses you shortly on the forehead, before returning to his stance.

“Why don’t you go rest a bit. I’ll bring this stuff up.” He says nodding his head up, almost commanding you.

You smile smally, he knew you well, you nod in agreement.

“Thanks, Baby.” You say sweetly and reach up, putting both your hands on the sides of his face before pulling his lips onto yours for a short kiss.

“Hurry back.” You say with a devilish grin.

He smirks with lust forming in his eyes. He nods again, this time more urgently, and licks his lips.

“I will.” He says, moving the bags around on his shoulders one more time before turning and walking towards the house, lugging your pack along with his. You stared at his big, muscular arms and broad back as you watched him walk off. Your eyes trace down his back to his great ass, you bite your lip and sigh in frustration.

Your body reminds you how tired you are and you slump toward Daryl’s tent, a place you had been spending most of your nights, and when you could most your days. You walk into his tent and begin to unbutton your jeans, you wiggle out of them, kicking them away to the corner. You unclasp your bra under your shirt and pull the straps out one by one, arm by arm, before reaching under your shirt and pulling the bra out and off of you. You smile at the feeling of freedom. You yawn and stare at Daryl’s sleeping bad and pillow, you notice Daryl’s poncho next to the makeshift bed and smile, you walk over to it and pull off your shirt, leaving you nearly naked. You pick up the poncho and pull it over your naked breasts. You giggled to yourself as you imagined Daryl’s reaction when he came back.

You crawled under the sleeping bag, pulling the cover up over your body. You snuggled into the pillow moaning a little as you enjoyed the feeling of the soft feathers under your head. You loved the warmth and comfort of the bed and Daryl’s fabric draped over your body. You couldn’t wait until you felt his arms around you again. You smiled at the thought, drifting off to sleep.

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You awaken sometime around dusk, seeing the light is starting to slowly fade, through the tent’s fabric. You feel an arm wrapped around you as you slept on your side, toward the inner fold of the sleeping bag, wrapped in Daryl’s poncho. You feel Daryl’s body pressed against your back in the sleeping bag with you. You smile sleepily and moan out stretching your arms up. You turn your body around to lay on your back while Daryl’s hand slips over to rest its palm on your stomach, in response. You pull the blanket slightly away from your body, only leaving your lower half covered.

You look up at him, noticing he is awake and looking down at you with his hand propped up on his shoulder, resting on his side. He looks at you with a smile, his hand rubs over your stomach slowly, over his poncho. He looks you up and down a few times, finding your eyes again, smirking.

“You look so fucking good in my poncho, Y/N.” He said, looking down at your half naked body. You feel his bare foot and one of his legs, trapped inside his jeans, come up to the bare skin on your thighs. He rubs his leg onto yours and his feet graze down your naked calves. His hand traces down your stomach to your hips, and down your thigh. He growls feeling your bare skin under his touch. He trails his hand back up you, sliding this time slightly over your core, before returning to your stomach. He plunges his hand under his poncho and up your skin until he reaches your bare breasts. He uses his one hand to massage the right one roughly and then the left one.

“Yes!” You cry out to him, shooting your head back, loving the feeling of his touch on your naked body.

Your hips arch up a little as he caresses you roughly under the fabric.

“So ready for me.” He says, as he watches your hips thrust up and down at the feel of his hands on you. His hands move back down to your stomach and rub around your navel a few times and then moves to the side of your right hip, rubbing it roughly, causing you to arch up into his hand again. He smiles watching you love the pressure he was putting onto you. He watched you writhe in pleasure, with your eyes closed on the pillow. He moved his hand slowly to your stomach again and slowly rubbed his palm across the waistline of your panties.

“Daryl!” You cry out, feeling yourself getting wetter for him with every touch. You ached for his hand to move just a few inches further, you ached for him in every way. You cry out to him again and then you feel his palm move down, fingers first, down your core. He pushes pressure into you as he moves his hand down, making you feel so good. You buck your hips into his hand, holding yourself into him hard, his palm slightly pushed up and down your clit for a moment before moving down slightly. You feel his index and middle finger move to the side of your panties and tug them over, allowing him access to you. You open your legs to his fingers and moan as he slowly pumps those two fingers inside you, slowly pumping into you.

“Baby, that feels so good!” You commend him and his fingers thrust into you further and faster.

He looks down at you as his fingers fuck you, you writhe into his hand, with your eyes closed and biting your lip, trying not to scream.

“Go ahead darlin. I don’t care if anyone hears us. Do you?” He asks in a husky tone, wanting to hear you scream out for him.

You stop for a moment, seeing Rick’s face in your head, you push it away and force your eyes open, locking them on the man who made you feel so good. You being to feel his pleasure again as you stare into his eyes, you shake your head no and put your hands on his face, pulling his lips into yours for a short rough kiss. You let go, but he pushes his head back into yours and roughly slams his tongue back into your mouth sucking on it harshly. He detaches with meaning, staring down at you.

“I want you to scream my name. Make sure everyone knows who makes you feel so good.” He says fucking you with his eyes.

You nod in agreement feeling yourself building as his fingers fuck into you harshly.

“Oh yeah!” You cry out, not trying to stifle yourself anymore.

He smirks at your volume and thrusts a third finger inside you, pumping into you, pushing his thumb up and around your clit, putting pressure on it as he swirled around it.

“Daryl! Don’t stop!” You cry out and bounce your body up and down on his fingers. You hear him growl in response to watching your body fuck him, under his poncho. He gets harder every time you cry out loudly to his touch.

“Cum for me baby.” He said thrusting into you faster and faster, hitting your clit with his thumb. He swirled and pushed around your clit, slamming his fingers inside you with intensity. You rock your hips harder and harder into him and his thumb puts more pressure on your clit each time you slam up into him. You thrust and thrust over and over, feeling him hit your spot every time, your hips begin to slam up into him wildly as you feel yourself ready, you swirl your hips a little, rocking them back and forth into his thumb, hard, faster and faster.

“Oh, Fuck!!!” You cry out. You feel yourself hit your climax as you thrust up into his thumb on your clit, and hold yourself there pushing into his hand as hard as you could. He moves the back of his palm back up to your core and slowly rubs up and down, hard, making you enjoy your high even more. You scream out his name again as he does this, prolonging your high, “Daryl!” You cry out in shock and in pleasure, rocking into his hand a few more times before dropping your hips, feeling yourself in a haze.

Daryl keeps his hand over your core for a moment longer, feeling you pulsating in pleasure underneath his touch. He looks up from his hand, to your eyes. You stare at him happily and sleepily smile.

“Nice wake up call.” You say to him and caress the side of his face.

He smirks and growls, “Yeah, like you weren’t expecting anything.” He says slowly reach his hand up from your core and pulling the hem of his poncho up your skin, until he can see the bottom of your bare breasts. He growls at the sight, looking back into your eyes, this time serious with lust.

“It was a present for you.” You say sweetly, smiling at him, loving the way he looked at your body.

“About time I unwrap it then.” He says looking down, while slightly tracing his index finger along the bottom of your breasts, one at a time. You moan at the sensation and nod to him.

He licks his lips, while tracing your skin, and looks back into your eyes. You stare at him with urgency, wanting to feel him all over you. He looks back down and slowly moves his index finger in between your breasts and hooks the fabric, slowly pulling it up. He drudges it up over your breasts, exposing your aroused nipples, and then up your collar bone and to your neck. You sit up a little allowing him to pull it over your head. It falls slightly behind your head, still resting on the pillow. You position your exposed body back down over the pillow and the poncho. Daryl’s hand comes down on your cheek and then rubs its way slowly down your neck to your right breast, he cups it greedily, groaning in pleasure as he rubbed and swirled his palm around it. His fingers came up every so often to flick your nipple, causing you to cry out for him, “Daryl!”

“Yeah baby, you tell them who makes you feel so good.” He says in low approval as he crashes his mouth back onto yours, moving his hand over to your left breasts and starting in on that one. You cry out his name into his mouth again as he swirls around your erratic tongue, he finds it and sucks on it for a moment, slowing your motion, he swirls his tongue slowly around yours over and over again, with tremendous pressure, while his hand pleasured both of your breasts, rubbing on them, harshly.

You arch up into him and writhe under his touch, massaging your hands into his hair, pushing his mouth into you harder. He groans and exists your mouth, beginning to lick and swirl his tongue down your neck and to your collarbone. He stopped for a moment and lifted up his body, swinging one leg over your hip, and straddling you. You felt his hard cock pulsating against your stomach as you watched him lean down, putting both of his hands on the sides of your face, he crashes his lips back to your neck, roughly sucking and swirling his mouth around your skin and down to your left breast. He swirled around the soft tissue and took in your nipple, slowly sucking on it as he moaned, “Mmmm…” He growled into your skin, making you grind your hips up into his and cry out in pleasure.

He took the nipple and began to swirl his tongue around it faster and faster as you called out to him, pushing his head into your body.

“Oh yes!” You cry out, rocking your hips underneath him. You feel yourself get wetter and he moves his attention and tongue over to your other breast, treating it with just as much attention. He sucked on your nipple slowly and swirled around it, before sucking up and around your entire breast. Moaning and groaning in delight as his tongue pleasured you.

“Baby…” You plead as you rub your hands down his clothed back, until you find the hem of his shirt, you pull it up as far as you can and groan a little.

He lifts his lips from your breasts after another flick of your nipple, he sits up and slides out of your finger. He smiles down at you, grind his hips into you a little as he reaches down and pulls his t-shirt off, throwing it across the room. His huge, bare arms push themselves to the ground by your naked sides and you slide your hands up them and down to caress his gorgeous chest. You bite your lip a little, loving the feeling of him on your hands. You  rub up and down, reaching lower with every pass downward. You reach the button of his jeans and you rub the skin right above it, rocking your hips up into him. You unbutton the metal and look up at him with pleading eyes.

He growled looking at you lowly, suddenly he stands up, ripping the rest of the sleeping bag blanket off of you both and throwing it fulling open on the ground. He stands up, straight on top of you, he smirked as you watched him in awe. Your eyes wander down his beautiful bare chest, down his stomach, and to his jeans. You watch as he unzips the zipper slowly and wiggles his hips down, his big cock popped out as he carefully guided it out of the zipper with one of his hands. He leaned his head back a little as he took himself in his hands. Once his dick was free he moved his hands back to tug the fabric down, with one quick swoop, he kicks out of them and kicked them behind him.

He smiled down at you lustfully as he watched you stare at him, frozen in arousal. He takes his huge dick into his hands again, using his feet he kicks your legs apart and kneels down in between them. He holds his cock in his hand and lines it up to your core. He looks up at you and you are playing you’re your breasts, massaging them with your hands, absentmindedly, waiting to feel him in side you.

He looks back down and drudges the tip of his cock up and down, slightly inside your folds.

“So wet.” He growled to himself and ran himself up and down you once more before slowly pushing his huge cock inside you, filling you as far as he could go. Your hips arch up as he fills you and your cry out in pleasure, “Fuck Yes!”

He pumps a little into you when he cannot push himself in any further. You bounce up in response, moaning at the sensation, “Yes.” You whimper and he pulls out and repeats himself, pushing himself back into you, filling you slowly, and then pumping into you harshly.

“Daryl…” You moan out to yourself as you massage yourself, closing your eyes feeling the full sensation of his cock filling you and making you feel so good.

“Fuck, Y/N! You look so good riding my cock.” He says licking lips staring down at you moaning as he pumps into you.

You nod, keeping your eyes closed, moaning in pleasure.

He begins to fuck you harder, slamming his cock harshly in and out of you, making your body bounce up and down faster and faster. He groaned as he watched your breasts bounce up and down under your roaming hands, as he fucking you.

“Oh yeah! Just like that, Daryl!” You cry out, arching your hips down into his, needing to feel even more of him. You grind up into him and clench your pussy over his cock, crying out at the sensation.

“Fuck!” He groans, feeling you tighten around him.

He moves his hands to the sides of your hips, grabbing them roughly, thrusting himself even harder into you. He moves your legs up and wraps them around his waist, as he thrusts even further into you, pumping shortly into you after filling you.


“Oh fuck, Baby!” You cry out in pure ecstasy, shooting your head back and arching your hips up into him, nearly pushing your ass off the ground completely.

“Damn!” Daryl growled, grabbing the sides of your ass with his hands, before your body could fall back down. He held your body in the air, grabbing your ass, and thrusting you into him. One of his hands, grapsed your ass check harshly and smacked it a few times, making you moan in pleasure. His hands grabbed you by the ass as he slammed into you harder and harder.

All you felt was him filling you in every way possible, you bounced in happiness, feeling him slam into your core and hit your clit putting pressure on it.

“Yes! There!” You cry out and he begins to hit you long and hard over your clit as his hands slam your hips into his, with so much pressure you thought you might break. He pumps into you and your clit over and over, faster and faster until your fingers grasp and grip your breasts tighter. He thrusts a few more times, deeply over you, grinding into you as hard as he could.

You feel yourself rising to your high as he thrusts into you, so fucking good. He ground his hips and his cock so hard into you, you ground your hips back into his harshly in return. Bouncing on his cock, until he hit you one last time, grinding into your clit and filling you to the brim.

“Oh, fuck yes!! Oh, Daryl! Yes!!” You cry out to him louder than you should, but you didn’t care. You clench your pussy around him as you cum hard. You ride his cock, feeling every moment of your high intensified.

He groans and smacks your ass again, feeling him cum around you.

“Fuck yes, baby. Cum for me.” He says and thrusts into you roughly, making you bounce up and down again.

“Cum inside me, baby.” You say, breathlessly, moving your hands down to rub over your stomach for a moment before bracing them to your sides, on the ground. You put your palms down on the ground and helped keep your body arched up in the air, the way he liked it.

He smacks your ass again and bites his lip as he starts thrusting into you harsh and wild. He hips rock back and forth on their own accord, changing their rhythm from slow and long, to fast and short, his hips would slam in and out and then swirl around to hit your sweet spot again, as he put as much pressure into you as he could.

He slammed into you faster and faster, swirling his hips every so often, loving the pressure he felt. His breath got heavy and erratic and his hips wildly began to buck as he cried out and came inside you.

“Oh, Fuck Yeah!!” He cries out, watching his body fuck you and feeling himself cum all over inside your warm body. You clench your pussy around his a few times as he cums, which makes him whimper in ecstasy. He thrusts into you slowly a few more times until he pushes back as far as he can go and holds himself there. Feeling his cock pulsating as he rides his climax out.

He lets you fall to the ground and he crashes on top of you, his cock still inside you. You reach your hands down to him and he takes them. He pulls out of you and falls back on top of your body, his face coming up near yours. Your hands are intertwined together and pushed out to the sides of the bed.

He moves his face up and over your own and stares down at you, breathing heavily still. He smiles and leans down, plunging his tongue slowly into your mouth, swirling around you with painstaking passion. You moan into him and squeeze his hands into yours harder.

He pulls his lips away from you for a moment, leaning his head back to stare back down at you.

“That was fucking amazing,” He said smiling and crashed his lips back down to devour yours.

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You awoke early the next morning feeling so peaceful and relaxed. You looked up at Daryl’s as you lay on his chest, looking at the man who made you feel nothing but good all night long. You sigh and lay back down on his chest, listening to the sound of him breathing in and out peacefully as he sleeps. You lay there for a little while, watching through the tent walls as the sun began to creep up into the sky. You hear Hershel’s chickens pecking somewhere in the distance and the horses neighing, morning was here.

You slink out of the sleeping bag, trying not to disturb Daryl, he never got the rest he should, you wanted him to stay asleep if possible. You slowly creep around the tent, grabbing your underwear and clothes, quietly trying to dress yourself. You successfully get everything on and put on your socks and boots. You grab a couple of empty water bottles that are on the floor of the tent, in the corner, and unzip the tent, stepping outside.

You breathe in the crisp, cool morning air, you see the slight dew that built up on the meadow grass overnight, as the sun beams begin to shine done on them. You smile at the beautiful scene in front of you. You don’t remember a time ever being happier or more satisfied than right at this moment. You stand there for a moment with the water bottles in your hanging hands, just taking in the moment. Visions of Daryl flood through your mind. His smile, his laugh, the way he bit his lip when he was nervous, the way he made you feel so good with every part of him.

You feel the bottle tops in your fingertips and remember what you were doing. You began to walk toward the drinking well that was to the back of the barn, across the road and on the backside of the farm. You creep your way quietly around tent city, not wanting to disturb anyone, everyone was still asleep, except for Dale who was perched a top his van, on guard duty. He nodded down to you hello. You smiled and waved at him, continuing on your way. You loop around to the back of the barn, walking the few extra feet to the well. You pump the handles a few times and open it, water starts spewing out. You quickly unscrew the first bottle top off and shove the bottle under the rushing stream. You tighten the lid back in it when you are finished and repeat your actions with the second bottle, filling it to the brim and tightening the cap. You slam the handle back down, stopping the water, and smile to yourself as you tighten your grip on both water bottles, putting one back in each hand.

You turn to walk back toward the front of the barn and back to Daryl’s tent. Your eyes snap over to someone standing against the barn staring at you, it was Rick. “Shit!” You gasp shocked and stop in your tracks, heart pounding.

“You scared the shit out of me, Rick!” You say startled.

Rick pushed his back off the back of the barn and lowered his heel that was resting on the wall. He stared straight at you, with his hands on his hips. He looked at you darkly, with a tinge of anger in his eyes. You stood there trying not to feel the flips that involuntarily went around in your stomach as you stared into his eyes. You gripped the water bottles tighter in your hands and focused on remaining guarded for this conversation.

“What are you doing up so early?” You ask, trying to sound casually.

Rick nodded his head down and sighed, “Couldn’t sleep.” He said looking up at you with tense eyes.

“That’s too bad.” You reply, shifted the weight on your feet awkwardly, hearing the gravel crunch underneath your shoe. You look down, not sure what else to say.

“Well, I better be-“ You start, but are interrupted.

“What are you doin’, Y/N?” Rick asked, tilting his head and looking sideways at you.

“What?” You ask, peering at him questioningly.

“You know what I’m talkin’ about. What are doin’… with him?” Rick asks, his voice is gruff and throaty, as he emphasizes his words.

You shake the hair away from your face a little and stare at him, “What does it matter to you? I’m just having a little fun. I like Daryl.” You say sincerely.

You watch as Rick takes a step back and run his hands over his face for a moment. And then suddenly he is striding towards you. He wraps one arm around your waist and snakes the other up your back to your neck. Before you know what is happening his lips are on yours, he harshly pushes his tongue into your mouth, through your teeth. Your mouth remained mostly closed to him, in shock. Your hands drop the water bottles to the floor and you reach them quickly up to Rick’s chest, pushing him away and out of your mouth. You push him again, this time more angrily.

“What the hell Rick!?!” You cry out a little too loudly, you shush your voice down to an angry growl before continuing, not wanting anyone else to hear the commotion.

“You can’t do that! Or have you conveniently forgotten about Lori?” You continue, staring at him your body full of anger. What made him think he could just take you whenever he wanted, you were not playing this game with him. You thought to yourself angrily.

Rick put his hands on his hips again and looked down at the ground, nodding, he looked back up and peered into her eyes.

“I want you Y/N. I don’t know what happened, but seeing you with Daryl… It made it clear just how bad…” He says, not breaking eye contact. He stays in place, not wanting to elicit an angry reaction from you again.

You take a deep breath, taking in this man’s words. For so long this was all you had ever wanted, but things were different. Your stomach was doing flips as you entertained the idea for a moment. And then your thoughts turned to Daryl smiling at you, that sparkle in his eye when he really laughed. You thought about Daryl’s mouth on yours and how much you loved his kisses. You thought about the way he looked at you, like you were the only thing in the world. Your mind wandered as you thought of this man, the man you wanted as yours, this wasn’t just fun, this was something better. You thought to yourself. You looked back into Rick’s eyes and smiled a small smile.

“Rick. I admit there was a time when I would have loved to hear those words. But now… I’ve moved on, ya know?” You say feeling a weight lift off your shoulders.

“Because of him??” He asked gritting his teeth.

“Yeah.” You smile to yourself, looking at the ground, “Because of him.”

He looked angrily at you and at the ground, nodding, trying to take your words in.

You pick up the water bottles that are on the ground and begin to walk past him, back to the front of the barn, and across the road into Daryl’s arms.

As you walked past Rick, he grabbed your arm harshly, you thrashed a little trying to break his contact.

“Get off me!” You cry out. But, he just holds you in place.

He looks into your eyes with a look of angry desperation, “We had somethin’ Y/N! I know we did!” He pleads to you.

You continue to try and get his hand off your arm.

“What did we have but a few lousy sideways glances and looks? Besides me hanging on your every word and watching you want me but stay with her? What did we have?” You ask him sarcastically and angrily.

“Let me go, Rick. Go home to your wife.” You spit.

He doesn’t let go of your arm, in fact he grips it tighter after hearing your words. You cry out a little in pain. He stands there staring at you as if frozen in rage.

“You best do what she says…” You hear Daryls low voice as he strides into view from the other sside of the barn. His arms swing full of purpose as he stares into Rick’s eyes.

Rick pushes your arm down and puts his hands up in the air.

“I don’t want any trouble.” Ricks says staring at Daryl.

Daryl growled a little in reaction, “Didn’t sound that way to me.” He says circling over toward you.

You rub your arm where Rick had placed such much pressure on, it would definitely leave a bruise. You pout to yourself in your pain and look over, relief washing over you as you watched Daryl making his way to you. He walks up to you and looks you in the eye, concerned.

“You alright?” He asks you softly.

You sigh and grumble, “Yeah.” You say in response, shooting Rick a pissed off look.

Daryl turned around to face Rick again, pushing his chest slightly into Rick’s getting inches away from Rick’s face. Rick’s jaw tightens, he says nothing just stares back, waiting for whatever Daryl had to say.

“I catch you so much as lookin’ at her again? You’ll be sorry.” He says simply, pushing his face closer to Rick’s slightly, puffing out his chest, before backing away.

Rick nods and stares at the ground.

Daryl turns sideways and looks at you, holding out his hand. You grab it gratefully and intertwine your fingers with his. He pulls you past Rick, slightly bumping Rick’s shoulder as he does. He walks you across to the side of the barn he had originally emerged from.

He stops and slightly pushes you into the wall of the barn, his big hand in the middle of your chest.

“Are you alright?” He asks again, without Rick’s presence.

You look at him, your eyes softening, “Yeah. Thank You.” You say caressing the side of his face with your right-hand.

He nods a little and licks his lips, a look of worry in his eyes. “I heard you when you screamed. I thought… And then I heard what he said to you…. I didn’t… I didn’t know what to think. I’m glad you’re alright.” He says softly and looks gratefully into your eyes.

He had heard you tell Rick off and that she wanted only him. Daryl stared at you completely in awe that a woman like her would ever want someone like him. He pulled the hair from your eyes, to get a better very of you. He pulled you in for a short kiss. You grab his face and pull his lips into yours a few more times before allowing him to detach.

“I love you Daryl.” You say as his lips exit you. You stare sincerely into his eyes, surprising even yourself as the words fell from your lips.

His eyes open and he smiles shyly at you, dropping his head, he looks up at you with eyes that pierce your soul. You feel a sense of electricity hit you hard as he stared at you. He pushed his lips onto yours and passionately dives his tongue in and around yours, bringing his hands to the sides of your face, swirling around your mouth for a minute, before detaching and looking into your eyes again.

“I love ya too.” Daryl says playfully and crashes his tongue back into your mouth, devouring you again.

Your breathing is heavy and you feel the urge to touch him anywhere you can again. Your hands come up and caress his back, pulling him into you as you rub.

He groans into your mouth. Detaches his lips suddenly, giving you only one more quick peck before stepping back, his hand still in yours. He nods his head sideways.

“Let’s go.” He says simply, with that look in his eyes again.

You began to get excited and felt a rush through your body as you let him pull you away, back down the hill and to Daryl’s home. When you were both back inside the tent you excitedly crashed into his body, wrapping your arms back around his and taking his mouth in for another long, sweet kiss.

You sigh happily to yourself, as you enjoy this feeling. He made you so damn happy and now everyone could know it. He was hers and she was his. You moan blissfully into his mouth as his fingers began to race up around the small of your back, underneath your shirt. His fingers on your bare skin felt heavenly. Hell, everything about what they created together felt that way. And Y/N intended to enjoy every minute of it. You sigh as he picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist, before laying you down on the makeshift bed.

You pull away to look into his eyes again, “Don’t ever stop loving on me.” You say staring at him in pure want.

He smiles at you and licks his lips, “That’s the plan…” He says lowly, raising his eyebrow, as he pushes his tongue back into your mouth for another passionate kiss. One of many, many more to come…

A Fluffy Christmas

Summary: Merry Christmas everyone! Dean Ambrose, a puppy, and a tiny box… All in your house on Christmas morning. None of them you expected to be there.

Warnings: Feels. Swearing [as usual]. One moment of a grabbing of a bottom during a kiss and one moment of admiring of a person’s butt as they walk away. So like… PG-13/T rating to be safe?

Word count: Over 4,000.

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I Want Crazy (Christmas Edition)

Summary: Jensen surprises you for Christmas while you’re at a family party

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2,000

Warnings: outrageous amounts of fluff

A/N: Sort of threw this together for you guys. It’s not in the timeline of the story or anything (happens in the future of where the fic currently is). Hope you guys like it. Again, I apologize if this is a little scattered or anything. Brain not up to speed after finals.

Find the rest of this series here: I Want Crazy Masterlist

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Masterlist

Dean Winchester

Oc

Late Night Confession (fluff)

Reader Insert

Cure For Nightmares (Smut)

New Year, New Love (Smut)

New Year, New Love, Part 2 (Fluff)

Castiel

Reader Insert

For The Last Time (Smut)

I’m Gonna Love You, Like I’m Gonna Lose You (angst)

Have A Merry Little Christmas (Fluff)

Sam Winchester

Reader Insert

Baby Pull Me Closer (smut)

Levi Ackerman

Oc

Oh Captain, My Captain Masterlist

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Imagine kissing Steve Rogers under the mistletoe

Christmas, the only time of the year the large living room of the Avengers compound looked enchanted and not place of work. The building was lit up with thousands of colorful and ice white LED lights as a gorgeous enormous tree stood proudly on a corner of the room.

On the fluffy carpet freshly cleaned, the earth’s mightiest heroes gathered around the tree for the traditional unboxing Christmas presents while smelling of baked cookies and mulled wine filled the air of a day that was introduced as one of the best since you had joined the team.

Sitting next to you, Steve wore one of those frankly hideous Captain America themed Christmas sweaters you had given him the year prior, but it backfired so hard since the soldier owned that shit and made it hot as well.

“I hope you like it, Y/N,” the man you wished was more than a great friend handed you a beautifully decorated box and you quickly took the lid off to reveal the gift you wanted the most. Well, leaving some evidences in his office or in his personal quarters helped a lot too.

“Are you crazy? I love it!” You laughed and settled the box on the side, planting a longing kiss on Steve’s cheek.

“Y/N, sweetie, your gift is pretty big, I had to place it in the hallway,” Tony smiled down at you as his hands were full of boxes and you frowned. “I’m kinda busy right now, so you can unpack it right there.”

“Alright,” you smiled, rising up with a bad feeling about this.

“Oh, Cap, you’re welcome to join her. Might be interesting for you as well,” Clint finished and pushed Steve off the carpet, clearly exciting about something.

“They’ve been like this since this morning,” the super soldier whispered, placing a hand on the small of your back to walk away. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Don’t worry, Master, the Force is with us,” you laughed and his face lit up as he understood the reference.

“Ah. Ah. Ah, stop. You two stay there,” Tony warned in your way and Steve and you paused your steps, turning your heads to him with a questioning look. “Looks like we finally have our first kiss, folks!” The billionaire clapped his hands, catching the rest of the team’s attention and a playful smirk was quick to grow on their faces.

“What are you talking about?” The super soldier asked, clearly annoyed by this mysterious behavior they had all day and as an answer, Tony pointed a finger up towards the doorway, flashing you a mischievous wink.

Following the direction, Steve and you looked up to the ceiling, seeing mistletoe hanging by the doorway and you couldn’t hide a certain embarrassment as your crush swallowed and moved his beautiful gaze into your eyes.

“Seriously, Tony, how old are you?” You tried to counter the situation, but he shook his head and Steve’s eyes sent daggers to the billionaire, placing his hands on his hips.

“Physically, forty six and mentally, I’d say-“

“Twelve.” Natasha cut him off and everyone chuckled.

“Y/N, a tradition is a tradition. C’mon, Rogers… kiss her!” Bucky encouraged and whistled, which was not welcomed at this moment.

“Got that right, Robocop,” Sam finished, nudging his elbow to the brunette sides and you wished you could bury your face in the crook of Steve’s neck and forget everyone around you.

“So, we’re waiting,” Natasha urged, mimicking Tony’s impatience and you turned your head to your crush, who couldn’t help the smile on his face.

Staring into each others eyes, Steve brushed the hair out of your face and slowly leaned as if he gave you time to go away and his hot breath tickled your skin. You tipped on your toes, closing the small distance between your lips and in a soft kiss, your emotions felt like fireworks. The, oh so cliché butterflies in your stomach accompanied a sweet moment that lingered until new whistles or cheers echoed in the living room.

“I’ve been waiting to do this for so long,” the super soldier pulled away ever so lightly, yet you could notice this boyish grin on his face.

“Me too,” you confessed, biting your lower lip.

Steve pressed his lips to yours one more time as soft as the first kiss you had shared, but this time, neither of you cared about the teasing from the people around. You put your hands on his chest, feeling the fast beats of his heart and the soldier pulled you closer to him, wrapping an arm around your waist as your lips moved in sync slowly.

“Merry Christmas,” you murmured, and couldn’t help the love-sick smile.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” Steve mimicked and rested his forehead against yours.

“And merry Christmas to us!”

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I wish you a very merry Christmas with your families or friends or s/o. Hope you have/had a great day. Spread the love. xx

First Christmas Dean x reader

First Christmas Dean x reader

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the picture

Summary: Its your first Christmas in the bunker and you want to surprise Dean.

Words:602

“Dean could you go grab dinner please I’m starving.” You said sitting up from where you were cuddling on the couch. “I’d love a pizza with some wings and maybe some garlic bread.”

He sat up looking over at you. “But the nearest pizza place is 20 minutes away.” After seeing your puppy dog eyes he sighed. “Fine fine just stop doing that.” He said and you smiled. He stood up and stretched his muscles and giving you a great view of his butt in his tight jeans. He kissed you quickly and grabbed his keys. “I’ll be back soon.” He walked up the stairs and out the front door. You looked over at Sam as he peaked his head around the corner and you held up a finger. You heard baby fire up and pull away.

“Alright he’s gone. Let’s get started.” You said jumping up and rubbing your hands together like a villain in an old spy movie. Sam pulled out several shopping bags and placed them in front of you. “Ok Sam please go grab the tree out of the garage and place it over there in the corner.” He nodded and walked toward the garage as you started going through all the ornaments and decorations. You had bought yesterday. You couldn’t believe the boys never had a real Christmas but you planned to change that. You pulled out three golden mini trees and lined them on the coffee table. Sam walked in with the tree and placed it in the corner looking to you for direction.

“Ok take the lights and string them around the room please.” You handed him a bag full of the brand new lights and he set to work like a professional. You grinned and took another bag of lights and tinsel and started wrapping the tree. Once that was finished you checked your phone it was now 7:15pm Dean had been gone a little over half an hour. You were running out of time. Sam finished his task and you handed him a bag of bulbs and began placing them randomly all over the tree.

“Are all these decorations really…necessary?” He asked hanging most of his ornaments high on the tree where yours were mostly closer to the ground.

“Yes they are. I want to make this Christmas special. Dean said he wanted to celebrate it this year and I want him to be surprised.” With all the ornaments on the tree you bent to put the skirt around the bottom and heard the tell tale rumble of Baby driving up. Dean walked in with the pizza and wings and his eyes widened in shock. He took in the entire room and his eyes finally came to rest on the two of you.

“What’s this?” He asked walking down the stairs putting the food down.

You walked up to him and just said “Merry Christmas baby.” You kissed him and he pulled you close prolonging the kiss. When you pulled away he saw you had something in your hand. “I thought you might want to do the honors and put the star on the tree.” He took the star from you like you had just given him the most important job in the world and crossed the room to the tree.

He climbed up and placed the star on the tree and looked down at you and Sam. “Merry Christmas.”

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No Sad Faces on Christmas

Originally posted by darkangel66a

With a cup of eggnog in one hand, Harry stood a good distance away from the Christmas merriment. Far enough that he couldn’t be wrangled into helping decorate the tree but close enough to keep an eye on Wally and Jesse. The two had been inseparable since Jesse and his return to Earth-1. He was starting to rethink his decision to spend the holidays with Team Flash. 

“Happy to be back?” you asked around a mouthful of pumpkin pie as you ambled over to Harry’s side. You were dressed in a really loud sweater that read ‘Happy Elfin Holiday’ with plastic reindeer ears perched atop your head. The picture of Christmas cheer compared to the grumpy gills you now stood beside. 

Harry’s blue gaze flicked towards you as he took in your outrageous outfit. A small smile formed at the corner of his lips at your close proximity and he almost choked on his eggnog after having read the phrase on your sweater. Really, it took all his strength not to laugh out loud. “Oh yes,” he coughed as he glanced back at his daughter who was still sitting extremely close to the West boy,” so happy…NOT.”

Confused, you followed his gaze, Ohhh…so that’s why he’s such a grouch. “You so owe me one,” you muttered as you stalked towards the couple leaving a very perplexed Harry behind. You hadn’t bought him a Christmas present this year but you figured what you were about to do would definitely make up for that.

“Hey guys,” you smiled sweetly at the Speedsters, “mind if I join you?” Jesse nodded and patted the space beside her. “Great!” You stepped forward and did the unthinkable: you squeezed yourself between the two.  “Now that’s more like it,” you turned to look at a fuming Jesse, “You know…you really should save room for Jesus.” 

From across the room, you could’ve sworn you heard a bark of laughter coming from the Grinch as Jesse left the lab in a huff. Merry Christmas Harry, you mouthed as he met your gaze and gave you a rare smile. Oh yes—totally worth it.


@a-hero-complex  

This is the gift I was talking about. I wanted to write something for you since you make so many Tumblr users imagines come true. I hope you like it and I hope you have a great holiday! Merry Christmas! 

Originally posted by theworldofchristmas

Have yourself a merry little Christmas

Request: Hi can you please do a Jerome x Reader is when they spend Christmas together and he proposes to the reader and smut
Word count: (800)
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I set the last present under the tree with a satisfied smile. “Ah this is gonna be so fun!” I say clapping my hands and jumping up and down. I go over to the mirror and look at myself in my Christmas sweater, knee socks, and Santa hat. What can I say? I’ve got the Christmas spirit.

As I hear footsteps I turn around to see Jerome wearing his sweater as well. “Aww you wore it!” Jerome looks at himself and shivers with a grimace. “Ugh how is this your favorite Holliday? Why not something like Halloween?” I smile and hug him nuzzling my head in his chest. “How could you not? It’s so pretty! All the lights, and sparkles! Not to mention all the best things happen on Christmas.” Jerome kisses my head and sighs. “Not for me. Never got a thing. Just beatings.” I roll my eyes still wishing I could kill his mother all over again. “Well that’s why your girlfriend is the best person in Gotham. I got you…27 gifts? Yeah I think that’s right.”

Jerome’s eyes go wide as he looks at the tree to see the mountain of boxes stacked on top of each other. “Come on! Open them!” I drag him over and give the first one to him. He tears the paper fast and smiles as he opens the box lid. “Ahh doll. You shouldn’t have!” He laughs and pulls out a beaded gun color coded with green and purple with a diamond J on the side.

He continues to open the gifts one by one loving each one just as much as the last. “Time for yours doll.” Jerome pulls out 3 boxes. One big, one medium, and then a small one. “I feel bad! You got me so many, and I only got you 3!” I kiss J and smile at him. “I was making up for lost time. This is perfect for me Jerome.” He smiles and pushes the first big box to me.

I smile and open it to see it filled with expensive clothes packed to the rim. Skirts, jeans, shirts, dresses you name it. It was in there.

He passes me the next box. I open it to find an assortment of guns, knifes anything a psychotic beauty would want!

Then he stands. He takes a deep breath then looks down at me. “(Y/n) when you came the circus I instantly knew you were special. I knew you would understand me. When I killed my mother you didn’t run. You helped me hide her! We’ve been through everything together. Arkham, murders, being killed, then reborn, and we still found each other. I want to not only have you as mine forever, but I want you to have a feeling of the normal life you once talked about. So would you do me the pleasure of becoming my wife?” I hold my hand over my mouth not being able to conjure up words.

Jerome smiles and laughs. “What do you say doll? Wanna be a Valeska?” “Yes! Of course!” I jump into Jerome hugging him and kissing his stapled face. He slips the ring on my finger with a smile on his lips. I look at the ring and see the huge rock now sitting on my ring finger. “I’m gonna be a Valeska!” I cheer and jump kissing my fiancé.

Jerome falls back onto the couch bring me with him as we continue our passionate kiss. He slides a hand down my body right to where I want him. He slides my panties to the side and circles my clit spreading my juices evenly up and down my slit. I arch my back as he slips one single finger into me teasing me. “Jerome. Don’t waist time. I need you.” I breath out moving his waistband of his boxers him springing free.

He laughs and look down at me. “Yes Mrs. Valeska.” He smirks and lines himself up with my entrance and pushing into me. Both of us sigh in pleasure. “Oh god Jerome.” I throw my head back as he starts to thrust into me. “You like that baby? Hm?” “Ugh yes!” I grip his hair moaning out. He pulls all the way out then slams into me causing me to scream out in pleasure.

He rubs my clit as he pounds into me with no mercy. I moan out his name several times as I get closer to my release. “Come on baby. Come for me.” Jerome thrust into me faster and I let lose spilling my release from my body. He follows soon after shooting his hot cum into me.

He kisses me and moves my hair out of my face. “You’re right doll. The best things do happen on Christmas!”

“Christmas with the Maximoff Twins” - Pietro x Reader x Wanda

Word Count: 2472

Warnings: CHRISTMAS (and some flirtation with Pietro 😉😉)

Request: Hey! Hope you’re having a great day. I know you’ve got quite a bit of Pietro so this can be of either Maximoff but, they never celebrated Christmas growing up so the reader introduces them to some Christmas traditions. Thank you soooo much. Happy holidays <3

Author’s Note: When writing this, I actually wrapped Christmas lights around my head so I could motivate myself. Surprisingly… it worked. On another note, I’m really excited for Christmas! Happy holidays everybody! I hope everyone has a fantastic Christmas! <3

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I’ll Be Home For Christmas

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

Author: avengerstories

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 594

Warnings: None

A/N: Finally got around to writing a little something! Here’s a short post-Christmas drabble.

@buckyywiththegoodhair, thanks for always being so wonderful.

Tags: @annadier, @writingruna

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Summary: It’s the night after Christmas and Bucky still has one more gift in store.


“Doll?”

You turn around to see Bucky standing at the top of the stairs, leaning against the wall. His eyelids are heavy and his hair’s a mess. The sight of him brings a smile to your lips.

“Is everything okay?” He asks as he makes his way down the stairs. You pull your blanket around your shoulders and sigh.

“It’s like a dream.” You walk away from the window to meet Bucky halfway in the living room. He wraps his arms around you, sneaking under the blanket to share the warmth.

“What is?”

“This whole day. It actually felt like Christmas; I haven’t felt like that since I was a kid.” For years, you’d spent Christmas like it was any other day. But for the past few days, you were in full holiday spirit. You’d helped decorate the compound. You’d gone Christmas shopping with Bucky. You’d helped prepare Christmas Eve dinner and spent the entire meal laughing as the team shared stories and laughed. And this morning, you woke up feeling like a little kid as you pulled Bucky down the stairs and joined everyone to open presents.

“It was just too perfect. I almost don’t want it to end.” There’s a slight quiver in your voice as you speak and, you don’t mean to do it, a few tears roll down your cheeks. You move to wipe them away, but Bucky is faster. He uses his thumb to rub your cheeks and presses a kiss to your forehead.

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Merry Christmas - T'challa x Reader

Request led by Anon - Smut!!!



You woke up to kisses being peppered on the back of your neck and shoulder. He must’ve sensed you were awake as he greeted you.

“Merry Christmas” T'challa greeted in a slightly raspy but still deep voice.

“Merry Christmas” You replied before he carried on kissing, nipping and biting as your moans began to grow.

“My king…” You began breathlessly as you felt his hand that was previously on your hip began to move south “Do you not want to see what is under the tree?”

He simply chuckled before his hand went into your pants and cupped your mound, making you groan loudly and your eyes flutter shut while his thumb parted your very slick folds

“So wet already” You could hear the smirk in his voice before he removed his hand, flipped you onto your back and enveloped you into a deep, passionate kiss.

He kissed your neck and jaw, leaving dark but visible marks as he travelled down to your breasts. He removed your shirt and you looked down at him as he sucked on one and played with the other before he trailed kisses down to your hip. He looked up at you as he slowly pulled of your panties, sending a half smirk to you before dipping his head. T’Challa rubbed circles onto your clit and you moaned, clutching the pillow under you. You let out a small whimper as he slipped his tongue into you. T’Challa picked up his pace and you moaned his name, his deep groans sent vibrations up your body. His tongue was soon replaced with one finger, then he added a second and a third, sending you into a panting and moaning mess.

“Is it too much, my queen?”

“You need to tell me, otherwise I will have to stop” His breath was warm against your clit as he lightly kissed it, causing a louder moan to come from your throat.

“Ugh…” You were unable to formulate a complete word as your back arched slightly and felt yourself getting closer to your climax. He removed his fingers, making you whimper at the loss and started lightly tracing your sensitive clit, sending a shiver down your spine.

“T'Challa… need you… please” He moved back up over you, pulled down his boxers and lifted up your legs to wrap around his waist and barely gave you time to look up at him before he slammed all the way into you, causing you to moan loudly and arch into him.

His thrusts sped up as you both moaned and groaned. Your nails dug into his back as he buried his face into your neck and bit down on your shoulder. His hand moved between the two and he began pinching and rubbing your clit, bringing you even closer to coming.

“T'Challa…” You were so close.

“Unh…I know” You could tell he was too and with a final thrust, you came with a scream, T'Challa soon after with a grunt and rode the both of you down from your high. He slid out of you and lay beside you, murmuring “I love you"s and “so beautiful” and pressed a kiss to the top of your head

“So, do you want to go open our presents now?” He asked, smirk evident. You looked up at him before going to straddle his hips, pushing him back to the headboard when he leant forward to kiss you.

“We have all day my love”

I Won’t Ask For Much This Christmas

Pairing: Mikey Way x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Sequel to If You Give Me All You Got (x). Request fic for @jelilybean. “can i please get a part 2 for the mikey x reader. the one about getting the guitar that he said was too expensive? Probably pretty old but please!”

A/N: It felt weird writing a Christmas imagine on the first day of spring lol. But, I never turn down a good fluff request. Also, I’m really proud of myself for finishing this even tho Depression is happening. 

I’LL FINISH MY OTHER REQUESTS SOON I SWEAR TO RAY 

 It was Christmas morning. You and Mikey had flown into New Jersey the night before. You were staying with his folks, so now you found yourself waking up in his childhood bedroom

. He’d fondly shown you a faded Smashing Pumpkins poster that still hung on his wall. “Gerard bought me that for my sixteenth birthday,” Mikey had explained with a nostalgic smile. You loved that the brothers were still as close as they’d been back then

. It was Gerard’s knock that woke you up. “Merry Christmas!” he hollered, his voice muffled through the thick wood of the door. “Come on out so we can see what Santa brought us!”

“Santa?” Mikey mumbled sleepily beside you, fumbling for his glasses. 

“And by Santa, I mean Mom,” Gerard laughed. “She got something for you, too, Y/N.”

“Really?” you asked, surprised. “I told Donna she didn’t have to do that." 

"C'mon, Y/N,” Mikey smiled at you. His hair was mussed and his chest was bare. “You know by now, you’re part of the family”. 

You smiled back, cheeks red. “To be honest,” you confessed, “I’m more excited about the gifts I’m giving this year than the ones I’m getting.”

 "Yeah, I can’t wait until Gerard sees the Grant Morrison book we got him,“ Mikey nodded.

 "Actually, I was thinking of what I got for you,” you admitted.

 "Yeah?“ Mikey raised an eyebrow as he got out of bed and pulled on his Joy Division shirt. "Is it something really special?" 

"Definitely,” you grinned excitedly.

 "Is it bigger than a breadbox?“ Mikey wondered.

 "Not telling,” you chuckled as you changed out of your pajamas, into a festive sweater and jeans. “You’ll have to wait until you open it.”

 "Ok,“ Mikey said. "Come on, we’d better have some coffee before Mom drags us into the living room for family photos.”

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Christmas Eve Drabbles

Originally posted by whereigeekout

Okay so all day tomorrow, I will be open and writing all christmas themed requests so send in anything you like, any marvel, TWD or Supernatural character you’d like.

Don’t be scared! Send in a request! 

Holidays // Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: I got really drunk last night which resulted in this short little Christmas oneshot. I apologize for the boring title but I just can’t think of anything ;-; Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by crimnatic



Spencer awoke to a loud knock against his door. He groaned as he turned and looked at the clock, noting that it was already one in the morning and wondering who could possibly be at the door at such a time.

“Coming!” He yelled out as there was another knock. His feet dragged in exhaustion as he made his way towards the door, not bothering to look through the peephole as he pulled it open.

“Hey Spence,” you greeted with a slight giggle.

“Y/N? It’s one in the morning- Wait, are you drunk?” he asked as he looked at the bottle in your hands. You looked down at it and gave another laugh.

“I guess so. Kinda have to be with my family,” you replied with a drunk giggle. He knew that your family stayed up until midnight on Christmas Eve, and you had already voiced your displeasure with having to spend it with certain family members you weren’t so fond of. Spencer chuckled as he moved aside and allowed you in, catching you as you stumbled in your drunken state. You smiled and instantly wrapped your arms around him.

“Merry Christmas Spence,” you said happily as you pressed your lips against his. His eyes widened as he stilled, shocked at the drunk gesture. You pulled away and giggled, making your way towards his room before he could say a word.

Spencer watched you go with wide eyes. He’d been in love with you for a while now, but you showing up drunk on Christmas and kissing him was the last thing he’d expected. He wondered if you harbored the same feelings he did and the alcohol had caused you to finally put those feelings into action. He could still taste the alcohol on his lips from your kiss.

“Y/N?” Spencer called out with amusement in his voice as he finally joined you in his bedroom. You had found your way into his bed and had curled up in the exact spot he had been sleeping, happy to find the mattress and blankets were still warm. The bottle had been deserted on his dresser and he grinned as he saw the ring of lipstick on the rim of it.

Spencer immediately knew from your lack of reply that you had fallen asleep. Your chest rose and fell as he came nearer. Your makeup was slightly smeared- no doubt from tears of laughter. Your drunk self was always in a laughing mood for a few hours but that was always followed by a sleepy state. Spencer smiled slightly as he tucked you in, making sure to protect you from the winter’s harsh weather that night. He climbed in beside you and smiled softly to himself as he watched you nestle deeper into the comfort of his blankets.

“Merry Christmas to you too, Y/N.”

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Request: Hi Kristi! I adore your blog! It’s so amazing! Could you please please please make a one shot with Damon where he says “Baby it’s cold outside” and you end up having sex in front of the fireplace? Thank you!!! – Anon

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: smut

Word Count: 2701

Christmas is around the corner so… oh, and, I kinda changed it so you’re the one saying “Baby, it’s cold outside” since he does’t really get that cold anyway.

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

“Damon, baby, let’s decorate please it’s December 1st.” You pouted as you rolled around the bed, looking up at him. “Okay, why don’t you ask your lady friends to do that?” He asked. You pouted. “Please don’t give me that look.” He said and knelt down. You hung your head to the edge of the bed and pouted even more. “Pwease.” You murmured and he sighed, nodding. He kissed you and stood up again.

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MERRY THORMAS

rhyatt-deauxtreve asked:

Could maybe I request a Thor x plus size reader? Maybe a Christmas- y one…oh gosh I don’t know I’m sorry please just keep being awesome


“No no,” You laughed, waving Tony away as he offered you yet another drink. “I’m fine, really.”

“Suit yourself,” You heard him mutter, before he was bringing the glass to his mouth and downing it. You were just not feeling rum and eggnog right now. It was well into the night, and almost everyone here was either drunk, tipsy, or laughing at those who were. Tony’s parties were always fantastic, and this Christmas one was nothing less. 

“Ah, lady Y/N,” You heard Thor shout and you turned just as he slung an arm around your shoulder, a wide grin adorning his face. “How has your evening been?”

“It’s been good!” You smiled up at the man you’d been seeing for a few weeks now and gently rested your head against his well muscled arm, a sigh escaping you. 

“Tired already?” He asked, and you nodded, your body already feeling sluggish. You’d been incredibly tired lately and you’d been assuming it was stress and having been devoting all of your time to Christmas lately, so maybe now you’d finally have a peaceful day to yourself. 

“Hey ladies.”

You turned to see Natasha leaning against the bar beside you, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. She was wrapped in a small, tight black dress with an incredibly daring neckline. She looked absolutely gorgeous.

Suddenly incredibly insecure, you quietly shifted, moving yourself away from Thor as you wrapped you cardigan around yourself in an effort to conceal your body. You caught Thor’s frown out of the corner of your eye but chose to ignore it, opting instead to make conversation with Nat.

“So how’s your night been Nat?”

“Oh you know,” She started, shrugging as she turned her gaze from yours to stare out at the excess of people mulling around Tony’s house. “It’s been alright I suppose. I’m not really one for large crowds.”

“Ah, I see,” You started, though you gently set your glass onto the bar’s counter behind you. “Well, I’ll be off to bed.”

“Already?” Thor asked surprisingly and you shrugged at him, heels clacking against the floor as you backed away from him. 

“I’m tired man, sorry.” Though you weren’t too tired at all, you were just tired of seeing girls like Natasha: beautiful, confident and ridiculously curvy and thin. They were the only type of women who ever came to Stark’s parties. It made you wonder if you would have ever been invited if you hadn’t been working for S.H.I.E.L.D. You knew that you had no reason to be self conscious, after all, beauty was in the eye of the beholder, right? And you had Thor, so why should you have cared anyway?

But you did sometimes. You really cared that you were not thin, with a ridiculously tiny waist to go with your full hips, or that your thighs weren’t the same size as your arms.

You were halfway up the stairs and moving towards your bedroom when you heard Thor call your name. You turned to see him hurriedly moving up the stairs behind you, a look of confusion clouding his features. 

“Lady Y/N,” He asked once he stood in front of you, leaning down towards you as he spoke. “Why have you left this glorious party?”

You offered him a watery smile then, shaking your head as you struggled with your next few words. Lying was so hard when it came to Thor, he was just so sweet. “I’m just tired is all, don’t worry!”

He frowned for a moment though, a few stray hairs shaping his jaw line as he rested his hand on the railing beside you. “You seemed saddened, my lady.”

“Just tired, shopping for Christmas and all,” You shrugged then and moved to turn away from him again but Thor wrapped a strong hand around your arm.

“Y/N-”

You turned to him suddenly then, looking guilty. “I’m feeling a little self conscious okay? I’d just like to go to bed.”

Thor’s face fell and in that moment, he looked truly upset by your words. 

“Lady Y/N, your beauty does not rest within your features or any physical aspect. While you are exquisite and beyond all mortal expectations of beauty, I did not fall in love with you for those reasons.”

You felt your heart begin to pick up in it’s already erratic pace. Love? Thor loved you?!

“Your charisma, talent, honor and patience is why I fell in love with you.” His warm, gentle fingers slowly slid around your hand then as he slowly lowered himself to press a kiss against the back of your hand. “If you wish to rest, then so be it. I will join you shortly. Merry Christmas.”

He turned from you then and started to move down the stairs and back towards the party. You were left standing there, breathless and awestruck.

“Merry Christmas to you too…”

Christmas Mini-series Part One

Written by Christina

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1173

A/N: Here’s part one for our Christmas mini-series! Hopefully, you all enjoy it! We will publish a new part every other day, with the final part published on Christmas Day. We will also alternate authors, so since this part was written by me, Danielle will write the next part, then I write again and so on. Thanks for the love and support! We have also received some requests so we will start working on those as soon as we can :) 

Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4


“What do you mean you don’t like Christmas?!” Peter Parker screamed. You groaned and rolled your eyes, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’s just that I don’t get all the fuss about it. Like, it’s not that big of a deal, Parker.” You said, trying not to let your irritation show in your voice, but failing.

Peter looked like a crushed little kid. His brown eyes were big, soft and doe-like. His eyebrows were gently pushed together and upward. His pink lips were parted in shock. You two had been hanging out in his bedroom, doing some last minute homework assignments before your winter break, when Peter brought up the holiday. You let it slip out that you weren’t a big fan of Christmas. Thus, this disagreement. You bit your lip and looked away, gathering your thoughts and emotions.

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