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Masterlists (check individual ratings)
Twelve Gifts of Christmas by @safespacespence
A Very Spencer Holiday by @writer-in-theory
Winter Fics by @reidgraygubler
Tis the Season Oneshots by @fortheloveofcriminalminds
12 Days of Christmas by @spencersimp
Winter Wonderland by @foxy-eva
SFW Spencer Oneshots
December Blues by @spenceslibrary
BAU!Reader is spending their first Christmas away from their family and despite their tense relationship, Spencer offers some words of comfort.
Waiting on the Right Thing by@andiebeaword
Reader’s worst nightmare has come true. Not only does she find out her crush has a girlfriend, but that he’s requesting Reader's help in how to propose to her.
A Forget-Me-Not Christmas by @andiebeaword
Reader crashes her car only to discover she has a husband and two kids, all of whom she can’t remember.
NSFW Spencer Oneshots
Snowed In by @andiebeaword
Spencer and Reader have been friends in love with each other for years. Now, it’s Christmas Eve and they’re both snowed in at Spencer’s apartment.
Warm Bodies by @spencebunny
Spencer and Reader are very cold and warm each other up.
Santa's Gift by @imagining-in-the-margins
Reader asks her husband what he wants for Christmas.
Get Lucky by@imagining-in-the-margins
The fire alarm in your apartment building goes off at 3AM after a pipe bursts. You only (barely) know the FBI agent who lives in the building, but he offers to share a hotel room, with you.
Peeking by @sinfulspencer
You catch Spencer trying to peek at his gift, and decide to teach him a lesson.
Through the Walls by @sinfulspencer
Spencer’s neighbour annoys him with her unusual job. One day she asks him to join her.
Other Character Oneshots
Let it Snow by @lollipopgal: (Temily, SFW) Emily and Tara enjoy Christmas in a snowy New York.
Last Christmas by @specialagentsergio: (Emily, SFW) You and Emily have been in a long-distance relationship since she moved to London. She can’t wait to see you for the holidays–that is, until you say, “we need to talk.”
Love Thy Neighbor by @mercy-burning: (Caleb, NSFW) Y/N stops by to see her neighbor, hoping to spread some holiday cheer.
Make Me Feel Like I Am Human by @sassymoon: (Luke, SFW) Dissociating and lost in the rain, a kind stranger helps you find your was back to earth.
Baby, It's Cold Outside by @imagining-in-the-margins: (Wes, NSFW) Reader and Wes bond over mistletoe and spend a wintry night together.
Pairing: Caleb Sullivan x fem!Reader
Summary: Y/N stops by to see her neighbor, hoping to spread some holiday cheer.
Category: Smut (18+)
Content: Religious themes and references/during smut, strong language, blowjob, facesitting, brief mention of death of a parent (in the first paragraph, nothing detailed!)
Word Count: 3.2k
MASTERLIST
NOTE: So I found Trash Fire on DVD at a used movie store, then I got to talking with Pom about a Christmas fic because we were thinking about Caleb, and now this exists. Happy Christmas Eve Eve. Also, this is a continuation of the Halloween fic I did, but you don’t have to have read it to understand this one.
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Considering her current plan, Y/N finds it ironic that her favorite Christmas song is O Holy Night. It doesn't matter which version, really, but ever since she watched Home Alone two Christmases after her mother died, the song has been a small beacon of light in an otherwise dull and dreary tunnel that only ends when the holiday season does.
Yeah. Christmas is most certainly her least favorite holiday.
It doesn't help that for the past three years her neighbor has been slipping pamphlets and flyers under the door, advertising Christmas church services. It's likely that he did it to everyone in the building, or at least the floor they were on... But she's always thought that it might be some target on her, given how she never gets along with him.
Well... Lately she supposes they get along just fine.
Which is just a nice way of saying he's promptly avoiding her, and has been since she made out with him and grinded in his lap until he came in his pants on Halloween (the least holy of holidays).
In fact, she hadn't even gotten a single piece of paper under her door this year, and Christmas was next week.
Which is why she stands outside his door right now, wrapped in a long coat, hoping he'll provide her a distraction.
Caleb opens the door and his face drops immediately. Usually annoyed at her presence, this time he seems only slightly panicked. But just for a second before he puts on a brave face and pretends to be irritated again.
"Oh. It's you."
"Merry Christmas to you, too."
"Did you need something?" He sounds bored, but she picks up on slight hint of hope, most likely that she'll give up, say, "No," and then leave him alone.
But he should know by now, she's more stubborn than that.
"Just felt like dropping by. You haven't left any Church propaganda under my door this year, I thought maybe you died or something."
"Ha," he deadpans. "I just figured it's no use. You wouldn't come anyway, and even if you did you'd probably catch fire the moment you walked in."
She rolls her eyes. "Well, I really did just want to stop over and say Merry Christmas... It's not particularly my favorite time of year, but I know you like it, so I just figured—"
This time his laugh is truly genuine. Caleb looks amused, and when she asks him what's funny, he only shakes his head.
"You're telling me you actually thought of saying something nice to me? Out of the goodness of your heart, even though you're The Grinch?"
"So what if I am?" Her voice is a bit stern now, her body temperature on the rise.
"You hate me!"
"Who says I hate you!"
"Oh, so you think that since you ambushed me in my home and made out with me and I didn't kick you out that everything's all okay? That I'm magically going to just like you? You're even more delusional than I thought."
"Wh—"
"You can't seduce me into liking you! Whatever mind-trick you're trying to play on me, I'm not falling for it."
"You ever think maybe I feel bad for doing that to you?" she asks, taking a step closer. "That I might spend every day thinking I've totally destroyed any chance I had at making you think I'm not really this horrible, shitty person?"
"Why should I believe you?"
"Oh, please! You're telling me you have faith in someone you've never actually seen, but you won't have faith in me?"
The way she says it, her voice nearly breaking and her eyes wide with desperation, makes him take a step back. He studies her for a moment, the air between them thick with this tension he's been trying to ignore since Halloween.
He'd be lying if he said he wished she wouldn't show up with more of her antics, giving him an excuse to stay and fight with her once again, and here he is, getting his wish. Though, he sees something in her that shows less of a game and more sincerity. It's a bit perplexing, but quite honestly a nice change of pace— one that may or may not have his insides growing regrettably warm.
But he doesn't want to do anything about it. Not right now, at least. If she's truly apologizing for what happened and trying to be nice, he should at the very least return the favor.
"I'm sorry," he says quietly, clearing his throat and rubbing the back of his neck. "It... was a nice gesture, you coming over like this. I shouldn't have assumed the worst right away."
The way her eyes light back up and a small smirk starts to grow on her lips has him adding on rather quickly, "But to be fair, you don't really give me many reasons not to."
She laughs then, playing with her thumbs. "Yeah, that's... That's fair..."
Maybe Caleb could have ignored the low simmer in his belly at the way her eyes peek out beneath long lashes at him, but she's right there, their friendship (if you can even really call it that) is in a fairly non-lethal place, and if there's any time to fall under her charms, now would certainly be the nicest one.
The smarter part of his brain is telling him to say, "Goodnight," and turn her away on good terms, but the bigger part that's been through three marriages and too many not-so-Christian thoughts about many women in-between (and even during, let's be honest) can't seem to let her go just yet.
So his voice comes out asking her warmly to come inside, and the way she looks at him is suspecting.
"Why, so you can ambush me?" her words are teasing, and so is her tone, but mostly it's teeming with the same warmth that his had held just seconds before.
"Maybe..." he says, and that's when he knows there's no turning back. The look in her eyes is too enticing, too eager for him that it's impossible to turn her away now.
He reaches for her hand and pulls her inside, where the smell of some type of mint attacks her nostrils. It's not peppermint or spearmint, but it's pleasant all the same. The gentle hum of Christmas music acts as a background to the main event, a joyful soundtrack to more sinful activities.
He's more forthcoming this time around, confidently pressing her back to the door as his lips lean into hers and kiss her with purpose. He's less hesitant—less guilty in the moment, she observes—and she likes it. It's in the way he glides his tongue over hers, how his hand expertly unties the front of her coat with no fumbles or frustrations.
She chuckles when the coat finally comes loose and slides down her body, onto the floor at their feet. Caleb pulls away and looks down between them to see what she'd hidden underneath. It calls out to him in the form of green and red lace, glitter, and two small bows that sit pretty on her chest, hardly concealing anything, but enough to quicken his pulse and desire to peel it away.
"Ohhh, you whore..." he grumbles, pressing his forehead to hers and cautiously gliding his hands over her arms.
She laughs, nudging his nose with her own before purring, "You're one to talk... Looks like you fell for it..."
There isn't anything else he can think to do but groan and kiss her out of frustration. It is too late to take it all back, after all, and by this point he'd never get rid of the heat he feels for her even if he did.
She returns his kisses, meeting his tongue with sweet avidity and matching the pressure just perfectly. It's strange, and a little concerning to Caleb, just how well they meld together, like it's what they've always been meant to do. The heat of the moment might just be filling his brain with these blasphemous thoughts, but it feels true as ever, especially as his hips involuntarily press against her own and he welcomes the reaction she has— A whimper and the squeezing of her hands as they sit over the curve of his ass.
They slide up a bit then as her lips break away and travel to the column of his throat. Pretty soon, at the mercy of manicured, nimble fingers, the buckle of his belt is coming undone, and the sound more than anything else is what breaks through his clouded thoughts.
"We... We still can't..."
She sighs over his skin before she kisses him again, her fingers slipping under the band of his pants while she whispers against his mouth, "Loophole."
Ah, yes. His favorite word as of late.
The two of them have only found themselves in a position like this once before, but it's pretty clear now that once is all it takes to catch on to the rules.
Her body shifts downwards, her touch following and leaving a thin blanket of shivers in their wake. As she starts tugging down his pants, he wishes she'd turned them around first, so that he might be able to use the door as an anchor when she inevitably starts to unravel him.
It seems she can guess what he's thinking (because of course she can), a smirk creeping up on her lips. Her face is dangerously close to the bulge in his underwear, her breath hot even through the material. "Stand still for me, okay? Or..." She presses her lips to the tip of his cock through navy fabric, feeling him twitch. "...are you gonna be a naughty boy this year...?"
He decides then that he's going to close his eyes very tightly and just stand there, not even looking down to see her. Otherwise, all it'll do is give her ammunition to tease him, and as fun as that can be, his ego doesn't want to lose. Not now, not again.
So even when she tugs down the final barrier between them and moans deliciously as she licks up the length of him, Caleb stands his ground and crosses his arms over his chest so tightly it feels hard to breathe. He focuses on the harmonies thrumming through the speakers behind him, hoping to find some sort of distraction while his neighbor swirls her tongue over the tip of his cock and holds onto his ankles for leverage.
It works for a little bit, but she must have realized at some point that all she's doing is tasting his dick and merely hoping to break him. He's not even looking down at her. Half the fun of doing this with him is seeing him lose every semblance of control and restraint in his being. Seeing him visibly guilty at the things he's willing to let her get away with.
So she gets messy, opening her mouth all the way and bobbing forward to get him to the back of her throat. Still, without using her hands, she rocks back and forth, bobbing along his length and gagging and moaning to her hearts content. Maybe it's overexaggerated, but that's what she wants. He did call her a whore, after all, so why not play into it?
She looks up at him while holding herself forward, slacking her jaw just as a groan leaves his chest. He's biting his lip so hard, she wonders if he'll draw blood. His skin is flushed, his body stiff and tense, and she knows he's getting closer to breaking.
Her disadvantage comes from lack of words, so she draws away from him and uses her hand to jerk him off while she near-whines, "You don't look like you're having fun..."
His throat moves, but he stands still all the same, refusing to budge.
"Don't you want to open your eyes? To see me sitting pretty while I play with your cock?"
It's not so much the words themselves, but the fact that she's talking at all, spewing filth like it’s second nature. He supposes that's been her plan the whole time, but at this point he's too wound up to care, too frustrated at the lack of attention she's giving the sensitive tip of him. The sooner he gets off, the sooner they can move on, and so he huffs, opens his eyes, and looks down at her.
The smile he expects to appear on her face never comes. Instead, she hums with approval and blinks up at him, removing her hand and taking him in her mouth again. Only this time, her lips carefully attach to just the tip of him. She bats her eyelashes and flicks her tongue along the slit, almost like she's egging him on, encouraging him to take control.
The word loophole replays in his mind, and in an instant, his arms go uncrossed and he falls forward, reaching out to rest his hands on the door. Subsequently, Y/N gets a throat-full of his cock, and she chokes, moving her head back only slightly to catch her breath. But she's obviously pleased with this move, because she continues blowing him with short, concise movements that have him hitting the back of her throat nearly every time.
By now Caleb's lost all control, grunting out as his stomach tenses and his knuckles go white. He comes sharply, and the woman on her knees takes it all down, moaning contentedly and trailing her fingers kindly along the inside of his thighs as if to say, "Atta boy..."
As soon as he's given it all he has, he pulls back and goes for his pants, quietly getting re-dressed and avoiding his neighbor's eyes.
She grins, though, getting up off her knees and sliding her panties down her legs in one swift motion.
"Tell me... What's your favorite prayer?"
Still high off the rush of endorphins to his brain, Caleb raises a lazy eyebrow. "What?"
She takes a few slow steps toward him, stepping out of the undergarment as she goes along. "Your favorite prayer... Would you mind reciting it for me?" Her hand snakes over his chest and lands on his shoulder, putting a little pressure on it as she tilts her head up to meet his gaze. "On your knees?"
His eyes widen at her request, knowing full well what she's about to do. It should disgust him, send him into a scolding as he kicks her out of his apartment and threatens to call the police if she bothers him again. It should anger him to the depths of his very being, and yet, all he can think to do is obey, dropping slowly to his knees and looking up at her with all the desire he's ever harbored in his whole God-given life.
Y/N's finger comes down and tilts his chin up, adjusting his face so she can get to him at a good angle, and he swallows.
"Pray for me, baby..."
She only lets him get out a couple words, a hushed and shaky, "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name..." before raking her fingers through his hair and sliding herself over his mouth.
His lips are moving just barely, like they're afraid to betray him and get distracted by the fruit at their surface. Luckily though, she's counted on this. So she keeps the grip in his hair steady as she rolls her hips and moves of her own accord. She's pleased him, and now she's going to please herself, getting off not only on the friction beneath her but on the notion that he's completely at her mercy, probably questioning just about everything there is to question.
Tiny groans and whimpers escape her the longer she moves, and as far as she can tell, his lips are still moving. Whether he's actually still praying or not is beyond her, but he hasn't pushed her off or tried to stop it from happening, so she couldn't really care either way. All she knows for sure is that his tongue will dart out from time to time, catching on her clit, and it brings her closer to the edge every time.
Her ministrations get more frantic the nearer orgasm approaches, and by now her curses and cries are drowning out anything he may be saying. She can't even hear the Christmas music anymore, only the sound of her own voice calling out to Caleb, praising him for being nothing but a vessel for her own pleasure.
A low groan sounds from beneath her as she comes, making her smile as she calls out his name in the most devilish way possible.
And then she's loosening the grip in his hair and he's retreating quickly, leaning his body and falling back on his hands.
She looks down at him with a satisfied grin, stepping back and taking in the image of his heaving chest, blown brown eyes, and a small dark patch on the front of his pants.
"Ahh," she drawls with a laugh. "So that's what that sound was... Did I make you come again?"
He'd find a way to tell her to stop asking questions she obviously already knows the answer to, to tell her he doesn't appreciate her making a fool of him, but for one thing, he's lost the fight in him, and for another, she already has.
The worst part is that he doesn't even feel anger. All he knows is the taste of her cunt on his tongue and the warmth of his lust blooming through his lower half. Maybe after the high has worn off he'll come to his senses, but this isn't even like the last time. Now he knows he's well and truly fucked. Would God even begin to know how to save him now?
Probably not. If He had, perhaps Caleb would have had the strength to resist her in the first place.
In another show of irritating kindness, she reaches her hand out to help him off the floor, and in turn he grabs her coat on the way up with the other. She grabs it with a smile, throwing it on and tying it tightly around her waist.
"I did mean it, you know," she says with a shrug. "This time of year always sucks for me, but... It was nice knowing someone still cared enough to leave me a pamphlet or two."
"Yeah, well... I only ever did it to annoy you..." he admits lightly.
Her laugh is bright and joyful, and he hates that he likes it. "Yeah, I know... But that's what I mean. I've grown to love that you care about me enough to wanna annoy me."
It could be the word "love," or perhaps even just the genuine smile on her face as she confesses this to him, but... God if it doesn't make his heart race.
What the fuck is this? he thinks as she turns to leave.
Before she does, though, she turns around, winking at him. "Don't ever stop."
The soft click of the door as she leaves him alone is what finally gets Caleb to take a proper breath, but the sight of her underwear still laying there—bright white in contrast with the dark wooden boards beneath it—nearly takes it away again.
He's going to have to throw them out.
Or burn them...
But for now, on the off-chance that his provocative across-the-hall neighbor might stop by and ask for them back, most likely resulting in another rendezvous, he decides to tuck them away in the top drawer of his dresser, right next to his Bible, where his favorite prayer is written on the front inside cover in red ink.
And coincidently, it isn't the one he tried (and failed) to recite earlier when she asked.
Hail Mary, full of grace.
The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,
and blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus.
Holy Mary, Mother of God,
pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death,
Amen.
Content Warning: NSFW, MINORS DNI. AFAB!Reader, mutual masturbation, riding a pillow, brief/minor breeding kink mention, religious references
Request: hehe eavesdroppy conflicted caleb blurb perhaps? 😌
A/N: Because I know people will ask, this character is from Trash Fire, which you can watch for free on Tubi here.
MASTERLIST
All things considered, Caleb did not consider himself to be a weak man. Sure, he had been through two divorces at a relatively young age, but he was only a man, after all. No one is free from sin, and the wiles of the devil are even more appealing to those still firmly in their youth.
But Caleb was older now. He could resist temptation. Even from you.
Even late at night, when there is nothing between you but paper thin walls that are practically shaking from the sound of your moans alone.
He shuts his eyes, delicately at first but they start to clench as you somehow become even more dedicated to your craft of torture.
It was not enough for you to have sauntered down the hall practically naked for the past week, every single day when he left for work and each night when he returned. You hadn’t done enough to hurt him by insisting to drop one of your intimates in front of his door with every load of laundry. You, the temptress and his greatest vice, made sure to invite him in no matter the hour or circumstances. That night, you took your daring one step further. His polite rejection had stirred something cruel inside of you.
“Caleb…” you whimper, and he wonders how it’s possible that he hears you so clearly.
He hopes you say it again.
“Fuck me, Caleb,” you oblige.
He tells himself he is a strong man, even though he wants you. Despite his hips starting to rock against the pillow firmly held against him, he reminds himself of the victory over your temptation.
But he can’t stop the visions filling his mind. Visions of you, with your legs spread wide and your fingers dipping between slick, velvety walls. He is already drunk on the fantasy of the heady scent of sex.
One of his hands is splayed over the pillow that he ruts against hard. It’s wrong, he thinks, that it feels so good but still pales in comparison to the mere thought of you. His other hand clamps over his mouth as desperate whines start to escape.
Two fingers slide into his mouth, and he imagines them tasting like you. He sucks on them harder, picturing you straddling him with his cock deep enough that he can feel it fill the empty space just below your womb.
“Harder, Caleb,” you cry.
He fucks his pillow harder.
“I’m gonna—“ he gasps, and your moans become even more insistent. He can practically feel your throat strain in his own as you both drown in the cacophony of licentious sobs and screams.
“Come for me, baby,” you beg, “Please, Caleb. Inside of me.”
And he knows. He knows you can hear him, and he doesn’t care.
He wants you to hear the way he moans, the sound of your devilish name on a heavenly tongue. He clutches the pillow with both hands and gives one final thrust and imagines himself filling you to the brim. He pictures the way it would spill back down his cock only for him to force it deeper until you accept your role in his bed.
Caleb shutters as the reality of what he’s done hits him like a freight train. He is met with silence in the clarity, until a sleepy, sated little temptress purrs,“Goodnight, Caleb.”
“Goodnight,” he answers to the devil in the other room.
