#Dick choking on a candy cane: YOU WHAT

[illfoandillfie]

Blurb Advent 2023: Day 24

This idea came to me after seeing about a hundred reels on insta about guys in grey sweatpants lmao, so i wrote it.

Warnings: minimal editing ofc, making out, mostly pretty cute but quite a lot of dick talk

Ben had stuck the heating on but it was still getting warmed up, a slight chill through the house. The two of you were rugged up on the couch with some mulled wine Ben had decided to make, a gingerbread scented candle burning in the kitchen making the whole place smell festive, and a Christmas variety show playing in the background. The tree was lit up, perhaps unnecessarily considering it wasn’t yet night but the sky outside was grey, threatening to snow. Almost a cliched holiday scene. There was a pile of presents underneath, opne you’d have to load into the car in the morning since they were mostly for parents and siblings, uncles and aunts. Tomorrow would be chaotic since you were intending to visit both his and your families – lunch with one dinner with another – but that wasn’t new. Since your very first holiday with Ben, Christmas had been like that. It only took a couple of years for the two of you to declare Christmas Eve your day. Just the two of you, getting into the holiday spirit and probably making out a little.  

Tradition dictated that you each got to open one present on Christmas Eve. Usually, the silliest thing you’d got each other. You’d save the bigger, more impressive stuff for opening with everyone else, but there was always something smaller, something goofier that you could exchange the day before. Ben sorted through the pile under the tree until he pulled out a smallish square box, wrapped up in paper with candy canes printed on it.   “Merry Christmas Eve, babe,” he said softly, handing it to you with a small kiss.   You tore into it excitedly, revealing the box which claimed to contain a galaxy projector, “Oh my god Ben! This is so cool!”  He gave you a pleased little grin, “I thought you’d like it.”  You fussed about getting it out of the box and plugging it in as Ben set to opening the package you’d given him.   “Oh score, babe! I needed new trackies” Ben said, holding up the grey sweatpants you’d bought him.  You giggled, “no problem honey.”  “Am I old? I just got ridiculously excited about what I definitely would have considered a boring present as a kid. Does that make me old?”  “Aww honey, no. They’re very hip and cool. All the hot young things are buying them for their guys. The internet tells me so.”  “What are you on about?”  “You haven’t seen those insta reels? The memes about how hot guys in grey trackies are?”  “Ummm no. Oh god maybe I really am old.”  You snorted, “If you put them on I can explain what the memes are. But no undies okay?”  “And that will make me young? Sounds crazy but okay, they look really fucking comfy.” 

In the time it took for Ben to go and change you managed to get the galaxy projector working. It wasn’t quite as good as the box implied but it was cute and you liked how it looked.  “Woah, hey, that’s pretty cool.” Ben said, stairing up at the stars on the ceiling, “I thought it was gonna be a bit shitter to be honest.”  You were placing the projector on the coffee table, laughing, but as you turned you nearly choked. The memes had been right, it was hot. You could see practically everything.   Ben was oblivious to your staring, “Babe you did so well, these are so comfy I love them.” He did a bit of a turn in them, letting you see his ass for a moment before the outline of his cock was back in front of your eyes.   “Honey why don’t you come sit,” you patted the couch beside you.  Ben seemed a little surprised but he obliged.  “In fact, why don’t you put your feet up,” you scooted off the couch so Ben had space to stretch out.  “Uhhh, yeah alright. Don’t you want to sit too though?”  “Oh I will,” you let Ben get settled before pouncing, straddling him and leaning in to kiss him.  Ben hummed into the kiss, his arms automatically wrapping around you and pulling you close.   “Not sure what that was about,” he said softly when you finally broke apart, “but I’m not complaining. Just tell me what I did to get you so horny, so I can do it again.”  “Did you not look at yourself in a mirror when you changed into these pants?”  “No,”  “So you didn’t realise how visible your dick is?”  “Is it?”  You laughed, “This isn’t helping make you seem less old. That’s what the memes are about and I can tell you they’re spot on. I’ve been staring at your cock since you changed.”  “Oh, wel-”  “Shh, don’t say anything else, it’ll only distract from making out.”  Ben groaned as you rocked forward, his cock pressed against your cunt, “Yeah okay, good plan. 

#my writing #my blurbs #blurb advent 2023 #ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine

[assvagegvilt]

(from Mateo) "I've been tasked with finding someone worth letting suck my candy cane, in the spirit of the holidays of course, and couldn't help but set my sights on you. We've yet to meet properly, so what better way of getting acquainted than having you choking on my dick right? I jest, or do I? Feel free to come and find me, and see for yourself if I'm joking..."

Folding up the letter, Theo grinned all too happily, pocketing the piece of paper as he made a beeline to exit his room. If introductions were always done this way, he supposed the world would be a much different place. Truly, the Haus existed in its own little dimension wherein something like this was a norm.

While it was true that he had yet to fully get to know the resident doctor of the place, he was at least well-versed in knowing the basics about who worked where, which worked in his favour in navigating the place. In the ‘quest’ of finding the doctor, it was almost too easy, heading straight to the medical ward with pep in his step. And with an eager knock on the clinic door, he gave it a second or two, before entering inside. 

“Doctor?” the Scotsman quietly asked, hoping he wasn’t intruding on anything. Wordlessly, he pulled out the letter from earlier, beaming all too giddily at the prospect. “Consider me thrilled and delighted to finally meet your acquaintance.” 

#thread: Mateo Rafael

[hintofelation99]

Banned Item No. 23 Toothpaste.

Steph, Tim, and Jason sneak into Duke's room after patrol.

Duke, jumping out of bed half asleep but ready to fight: What the-

Steph: Shut up, it's important meeting time.

Duke: What are you-

Steph: Shhhhh!

Tim: Steph, what's going on, why'd you call us all here?

Steph: Well Timothy, I am so glad you asked. Remember the other night on the roof?

Jason: Yeah?

Steph: Remember the toothpaste?

Duke: Yeah?

Steph with a smirk: Timothy, would you like to explain what happened afterwards?

Tim, looking confused: Uhhh, I actually don't know what happened afterwards or during...

Steph, looking at Tim confused: What do you mean you don't know?!

Tim: I was very high and on day four of no sleep and cup ten of coffee. I have no clue what happened.

Steph, staring at Tim confused: You don't remember?

Tim: Uh... no?

Steph: Tim you bought a toothpaste company.

Tim: What?! No? I would notice that's a lot of paper work and legalities?!

Tim pulls out his phone and starts going through his email to figure out what he bought.

Tim: Oh. My. God.

Jason: What?

Tim: I bought the companies entire stock...

Duke, laughing: No way!

Tim: And I have a meeting on Monday to discuss buying the company...

Steph falls over laughing and gasping for air.

Tim: What am I going to do with 200,000 tubes of toothpaste?!?!

Jason and Steph smile wickedly.

Jason: Alfred's out of town.

Tim: Then who's-

Jason: We are Timmy, we are cooking dinner.

Steph: Sixteen hours until dinner. Let's see how much we can use by then.

-> December 8th 2:40 am <-

The after replacing every tube of toothpaste in the house with Batman toothpaste they head down to the kitchen.

Jason and Duke start drinking all the milk as Steph and Tim eat all the candy canes off the christmas tree. At the same time they're all taking the oreo cream out of all the oreos and boiling four giant pots of water.

Steph: The waters boiling!

Tim starts empting tubes into the boiling water as Duke stirs. Jason pulls out parchment paper and starts squeezing toothpaste on it in the shape of candy canes.

Duke: That's enough toothpaste Tim, we don't want it thicker than whole milk.

They let the tooth paste water mix, that now looks like milk, cool and Duke washes out the milk jugs. Tim is putting toothpaste between the oreos. And Jason puts the toothpaste covered parchment paper in the freezer.

Steph: Hey if we any left over milkpaste pass it to me, I wanna make a marinade for tonight's chicken.

Duke fills the empty milk cartons with the mixture now dubbed 'milkpaste' and passes the leftovers to Steph.

Jason starts pulling random containers out of the fridge and moving whatever's in them to different containers. Then he fills the newly emptied containers with toothpaste. Butter, mayo, mustard, yogurt, etc are all replaced with toothpaste.

This chaos goes on for hours. No one else in the family wakes up or notices anything. At one point they call Cass, who's in Hong Kong, and she gives them even more horrible ideas.

-> December 8th 9am <-

Jason and Tim redecorate the christmas tree with candy canes made from toothpaste.

-> December 8th 11am <-

Bruce, from his bathroom: WHAT HAPPENED TO MY TOOTHPASTE?!

Dick, from his room: OH MY GOD THIS IS AMAZING!

Damian, from the hallway: I WILL KILL WHOEVER WENT INTO MY BATHROOM!!

-> December 8th 12pm <-

Jason, smirking: Hey, B.

Bruce: Yes Jason.

Jason: Well, Tim, Steph, Duke, and I have all been working on dinner all day.

Bruce: You have, and I thank you all for that. I'm very excited for dinner.

Jason: Me too, but the thing is we have a lot of extra food. So I was thinking we could invite the extended family and maybe some of the JL.

Bruce: Jason I don't know, it's so last minute and-

Dick: Just sent out a group text, they're all coming!

Jason, trying not to look suspicious: Thanks Dick! -> December 8th 6pm <-

The entire Batfamily, their partners, their closest friends, and the main members of the Justice League sit down for dinner.

Clark: Mmm, smells... minty?

Steph bites her hand to stop herself from laughing.

Wally: Tastes... fine, a bit... refreshing?

Jon, choking on his milk: Um, I think this milk is... expired?

Tim is biting his lip so hard trying not to laugh that it almost starts bleeding.

Roy: It's, uh, interesting? What spices did you say you used?

Kon is hiding his face behind a napkin trying not to gag. Hal left the room five minutes ago, his pockets suspiciously full.

Bart, already on his third helping: I like it! The toothpaste was a great idea!

Duke laughs so hard he falls out of his chair. He tries to cover it up by pretending he dropped something.

Bruce, who hadn't said anything and was trying not to criticize his kids cooking starts to choke: THE WHAT?!

Hal walks back in, face bright red. At the same time Tim slips from the room without anyone noticing.

Bruce: What happened.

Hal: Nothing! Unless you count me clogging your toilet by trying to flush an entire meal down it and then flushing repeatedly until the bathroom floods as something.

Bruce runs to try and unclog the toilet. Jason's face is basically glowing red from how hard he's trying not to laugh.

Kori, looking into the living room at their christmas tree: I believe your festive plant is... melting?

Everyone looks to the christmas tree to see the now thawed toothpaste canes dripping globs of minty freshness all over the tree and floor around it.

Oliver: Is that... toothpaste?

Duke can't control himself anymore, he starts laughing loudly as Tim walks back into the room.

Damian narrows his eyes at Tim: Where did you go?

Tim just smirks: You'll see later.

-> The next few weeks <-

Over the next few weeks toothpaste is found everywhere, from hair gel to pillow cases to shampoo, it's even found in a light fixture. This all results in a very stern lecture from Alfred and in toothpaste being banned from family dinners.

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also thanks @timdrakeisaclownbaby for showing me boiled toothpaste.

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<- The Hours Before the Disastrous Dinner |

#batfamily #batman #bruce wayne #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #tim drake #red robin #stephanie brown #spoiler #batgirl #damian wayne #robin #bart allen #impulse #wally west #kid flash #oliver queen #green arrow #roy harper #arsenal #jon kent #superboy #conner kent #clark kent #kori anders #koriand'r #starfire #superman

[hansolmates]

shiver | 07

banner done by the great @dnrequests​

summary; jungkook changed since he moved out of his small town church community and attended college. when he returns for a christmas mass, you suddenly crave a taste of his fun and carefree life. in exchange, jungkook craves a taste of you pairing; bad boy!jungkook x church girl!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers, brief childhood friends to enemies, fwb!au, catholic guilt, jungkook is a meanie who eventually turns into a soft tsundere, bicuriosity, sexual exploration, virgin!oc, eventual smut—in this installment, slight objectification, weird pov switching w/c; 701 a/n; lucky number 7!!! and in this case, mc is gon get lucky reallll soon!!!😉😉🥴🥴🥴🥴  [shiver masterpost]

“I think us having sex defeats the purpose of rebuilding our relationship.” 

“Jungkook, there’s children here.” 

“No, there’s children there,” Jungkook gestures a gloved hand to the children dancing under the awning in matching puffy orange coats, “we’re here under the sun because it’s fucking freezing and you wanted Youth Group duty.” 

“I was hoping it would deter you from following me.” 

The two of you sit in the winter air, watching the children play on the snow covered playground. They’ve abandoned the slides and swings in favor of running around the fresh snow, rolling around it like little electric orange-coated pill bugs without a care in the world. The two of you are watching from a nearby bench, making sure no one accidentally gets decked with ice or pees in the snow. 

“Why do you want to have sex with me?” Jungkook finally asks. 

You’ve been thinking about this for awhile. Deep in the recesses of your mind, you wonder what it would be like to take your pleasure in your own hands. Really take it. Not a secret, muffled shame you keep hidden under your covers late at night. A pleasure that’s your own, one that you can nurture and crave in the hopes you can love yourself both physically and emotionally. 

Despite recent events, Jungkook is someone you’d feel comfortable being with. In fact, he’s probably the only person you feel comfortable with about such intimacy. Lucky him.  

You want Jungkook. Even just physically, Jungkook is someone you’d want to have your first time with. Jungkook sits in a coat equally as puffy as yours, yet your eyes betray the true vision underneath the layers of down. While you’ve never seen him unclothed you don’t doubt he’s a gorgeous man, truly. You slink your neck further into your coat, embarrassed by your selfish thoughts. 

“Because I want to,” you reply gruffly, putting up a front, “and so far you’re the only person I know that I find relatively attractive.” 

Jungkook doesn’t know whether that’s a compliment or the biggest insult to slap him in the face since last week. “B-but, what about your—” 

“If you’re trying to Catholic Guilt Trip me, it’s not going to happen,” you snap, pinning him down with a look that has Jungkook choking on his own saliva. From the stricken expression, he probably doesn’t realize how feisty you can be, how much pent-up anger you can hold into your body until the very end. “I want to have sex for myself. Unfortunately you seem to be the only person I can trust with my body.” 

“You trust Sana,” Jungkook points out. 

“And?” 

“Sana’s gay.” 

Your mouth forms a small ‘o’ at the revelation, and Jungkook watches as the gears click together in your head. With fascination, Jungkook watches as you once again sink yourself further into your flannel sky blue scarf, your mouth disappearing with. He finds the action cute, but doesn’t dare say it aloud. 

“Oh, okay. That explains the kissing.” 

Jungkook desperately wants to ask more, but refrains. 

“Then I can just ask Sana if she’d be willing to—” 

“No! I’ll do it,” Jungkook cuts you off abruptly, and he sees your eyes crinkle. He can’t make out your mouth, but he’s a hundred percent sure you’re smirking. “Sana’s already your friend. I’m trying to redeem myself.” 

“Right,” you nod, straightening your back like a professional who just cut a deal with him, “we’ll talk about this more at the apartment.” 

Silence. It seems that you’re done with talking to him. Jungkook could probably walk out right now, kiss his family goodbye and drive back to school. You wouldn’t even bat an eye. 

But you’re shivering. He sees your fingers pop out of your coat, numb and about as stiff as a candy cane. Jungkook pulls off the glove closest to you, and offers his palm. “Hold my hand,” he says stiffly, “you’re freezing.” 

“No,” you reply. 

“I’m going to put my dick in you someday,” Jungkook blurts, and in your surprise, he snatches your hand. “You should get used to touching me.” 

“Jungkook! People will hear!” 

“Just hold my hand,” he huffs, stuffing your twined hands in his coat pocket.

#btsguild #btsghostie #btswriitingcafe #kwritersworldnet #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #bts fic

[shegairowmyamo]

What i've gathered from the happy tree friends real time fandub

So there's this three part series on youtube called “happy tree friends real time fandub” and I wanted to write down my favorite parts from it.

The peta in this universe aims to protect machines.

Lumpy's great grandfather is Michael Afton, sometimes when Lumpy is stressed he quotes his great grandpa's fathers lines when he needed his son the most.

The frequency of Nutty's voice could shatter your ear drums.

Sniffles whole character arc is just him wanting to suck cock.

The reason why Lifty chose the life of crime was to try and get rid of his lung cancer while supporting his family, Shifty is just there for the ride.

Lumpy used to work for the navy.

“give me the rice”

The residents of this universe have come to terms that they will die and sometimes don't react to being hurt, stabbed, killed e.c.t.

The cursed statue is an among us sex toy.

The ant wife is Marge Simpson.

When Flippy flips he gets extremely horny.

Cuddles will scream at you to buy his bikes.

Pop's biggest bruh moment was giving birth to his son.

Cub hates white people.

Pop “let it rip” with his son attached to the beyblade.

Sniffles makse inventions specifically to “get some bitches”.

Sniffles diagnosed Nutty with erectile dysfunction and cum withdrawal.

Flaky made a gum review, and died.

Flaky was gonna beat Tricky from fnf in a fight with a metal bat.

Nutty made a car review, and died.

“oh no hentai”

Nutty is an average British resident.

Giggles busted a nut after finding out someone simped for her.

Mime retired from being a mime and can talk now.

The “These balls in your mouth” joke is common and everybody hates it, so the creator of the joke got deleted.

“Angry German Ranting”

Cuddles and Giggles ascended to heaven but were brought back.

Cro-Marmot is in constant pain.

Handy, Mime, Flippy, Petunia, Lumpy, Giggles, Lifty and Shifty all play Fortnight.

Lumpy is phone guy and frequently makes phone calls with the same opening.

Mr, Pickles is another British resident.

Sniffles at one point shoved two dildos up his ass, he personally wouldn't recommend it.

“Happy Tree Friends - Ś̶̨͖̰̍͆́p̸̦̝͉͎͝ą̵̡̨͔̥̖̑̍͊r̴̹͈̘̯̮̝̅́̆ë̶̯̋̿͝ ̸̹̺͕̫͇̋͗̆̿M̴̤̣͙͂̂̑́è̸̲”

Lumpy is the imposter from among us.

Disco Bear's only source of confidence is his cheeto puff hair.

His wig, snatched.

Disco Bear prompts dollar shave club now.

“what you know about rolling down to the deep end”

Nutty listens to money machine.

Russell is a living Foxy reference.

Russell thinks that sex is cringe.

The creator of “These balls in your mouth” was un deleted by unpopular demand.

Sniffles made anti cum to inflate his peanes.

Fliqpy likes to emotionally degrade his victims.

Lumpy read Logan Paul's apology letter and never forgave him, until like 3 seconds.

Giggles got springtrapped.

Lumpy used to work at Freddys as a night guard.

Lumpy smokes weed.

Giggles is an E-Girl.

“Shipping myself to Dwane Johnsen at 3:00 Am”.

Lumpy walked in on a fivesome, until Petunia died.

Cub got killed for saying the “These balls in your mouth” joke unironically.

Flaky is the only smart character.

Everybody screams in fear when Nutty's on screen.

"̵̨̩̦̮̪̹̗̦͇͚͕̣͈̼̲̫̺́̂̓͝ͅY̸̢̩̝͕̫̭̮͈̮̤͚̹̰̹͉̰̩̹̲͇͔̳͇̫̲̜̅̆͐͊̃̔̑̀͊͑̍̾͆̒̀̈́̿̈́͂͘͜͝͝Ḛ̸̱̉ͅS̵͎̪̦͍̩̼̑̅̉̿̄̉̎̌͆͌͌̃̓́̋̌͐͘̕̕͝͝͠"̵̡̢̯͕̫̘͉͍͖̱͈̟̘͔̫̀̄̆́̄̊͌̿́̌͆̏͜͝͝ͅ

Splendid has super lazer piss.

Counter to popular belief, Giggles is the one that wants feat pics.

Lumpy sometimes changes his accent depending on his job.

The cake is alive :)

Disco Bear is Nikocado avocado but backwards.

Cuddle's got a feat collection.

Fliqpy is the imposter in real life.

therapist Lumpy is sick of Flippy's shit.

Fliqpy made Nutty swallow.

“this is the third time”

Flippy has a hypnosis kink.

When Flippy looks in the mirror he sees Freddy Fasbear.

“That's for bead time and beed time only evil Flippy”

“aw shit”

Lumpy went fucking inzane.

Toothy had plastic surgery to look more like an emoji.

Toothy didn't choose Hot wheels, Hot wheels chose Toothy.

Toothy speaks in printer, whatever that means.

Thanos collected the infinity stones and killed Fliqpy.

“ding ding mutherfucker ding ding”

Lumpy gets a new job every day.

“A dick sucking emergency?”

Nutty has a f̷͔̩͐a̴͙͆ṟ̶̛̗͎̂̕t̴̩̓̂ ̴͓̓͗c̴̼̟̜̎o̷̤͖͂m̸͉̔͠p̴̭͈̀̉ḯ̶̧͎̅̕ͅl̶̦̾̈́͒ȧ̸̰͓̘t̴̫̀̆́i̵̤͂̓o̵̱̕͜͜n̷̛͓̼̓͜, his words not mine.

Nobody knows how to open doors so they just throw axes at it.

And apparently they also don't know how to close them either.

Nutty became a model citizen, until he became a twitch streamer and then resumed to being a crack addict again 24/7.

“It's like, its like Minecraft”

After having his balls demolished it was clear that Lifty would never have children.

Sniffles went to a dick sucking university.

“NO my seman”

The Mole wants to kill tricky but is having trouble finding him and instead kills other people.

Lumpy used to shove pinecones up his ass.

“i'm going to suck your dick whoo, give me them titties”

Sniffles got stepped on by a rocket.

Flaky has made severe and continuous laps in her judgement.

Nutty had a dream of suking on a candy cane, vigorously.

Binging with Lumpy… I HATE MY LIFE

Splendid can't handle the battle pass.

“ironic catchphrase hear”

Inflation.

Shifty wants to fuck a christmas tree.

“the true hunt has begun”

“why won't you pee in my mouth”

Disco Bears final words “oh shit it's a can”

Lumpy got drilled up his ass.

“The dick driller”

“Like these balls? they jiggle”

Cuddles has a Deviantart.

The butterfly of shame.

“i want him to do that to my ass”

Sniffles Pogd.

"̵̘̤͐̚Ả̴̛̛̛͈͙̯͎̠̈́̆̀M̷̰͎̹̳̰̪̖̆̈̀͑̉͌ͅO̴̹͌̈́͌̌̑N̸̨̜̖̫̫̜̻̤̲̓͗̕̚G̸̨̙͗̊͛͘ ̴̨̪̌̊U̸͊́ͅS̴̻͓̝̠̣̞͔̯͉̀̾͑"̶̡̥̅

Sniffles used spider seman to create anti scp 999.

Nutty was so h̷͍͈̭̩͙̾̊̎̇y̵̥̣̍͗̃̈́ͅp̶͇͚͓̯̅̌̋ẽ̵̺̬̥̒̈́͒̈́ḑ̷̊̈́͑̇̕ that he stopped existing for 7 seconds.

Flippy has a Minecraft diary.

The two most dreaded characters show up together, Sniffles and Nutty.

But then they die.

“choke me daddy”

Lumpy is a pyro main.

Gnome jokes.

“i thought that was my ass”

Cuddles is evil and is behind the whole series.

here's the links

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0yxpwihHoEg&t=1s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tSMbN1-YBQI

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x0VBUMYzMOs&t=1s

https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCZHl2VXF53grE7yN9NWzXXQ

#htf #happy tree friends #happy tree friends real time fandub #htf real time fandub #shit post #meme #my writing #youtube

[breadoffoxy]

Prompt: “I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit but this is ridiculous.”

Day: 9/31

Pairing: Jimin x f. Reader x Taehyung, a Magic Hands drabble

Genre: Smut, NSFW

Warnings: sex toys, rim job, oral sex, vaginal sex, language, kissing, fingering, spanking

Word Count: 1608

The sight of Jimin and Taehyung huddled back in your room over something on your bed sent up warning bells. Quietly, you snuck up on them, but the way they were hunched over, you couldn’t get a good look. “What are you looking at?”

Their reaction is instantaneous. Taehyung curves over the object so you can’t get a peek, while Jimin turns and angles his body to form a wall between your gaze and what’s now in Taehyung’s lap.

“Nothing!” Jimin’s grin says it is quite the opposite of nothing.

“I kind of want to use it now though. Think we should tell them?” Taehyung pouts, but he still doesn’t give you any hints.

Jimin shakes his head, “But it’s for Christmas.”

“Christmas pre-game?” Taehyung tilts his head and bashes his eyelashes at Jimin.

You stand there with your arms crossed and are really starting to get annoyed. “For the love of- what are you guys talking about?”

“Don’t make y/n mad at me.” Taehyung’s pout deepens.

Relenting, Jimin nods. Before Taehyung can move or tell you anything though, Jimin holds up a finger. “This time though, you follow my lead, ok?”

“Agreed.” Taehyung grins excitedly.

“Not agreed. What is going- “You are left quite speechless at the thing Taehyung whips out of his lap.

There in his hands is a dildo. Normally, Taehyung having a dildo wouldn’t surprise you, but this one was quite different. Your eyes travel from the bulbous head and down the long red and white shaft that seemed so much longer than normal. It also looked mostly rigid as Taehyung moved it, very stiff when compared to your collection of common flexible, silicone dildos. The other end of the dildo has your eyes widening as you realize what the curved shape makes it.

They got a fucking candy cane dildo.

Your mouth is agape, not quite believing what you are seeing. Taehyung looks at the toy then back to you with a smirk. “I think we broke them.”

Jimin smirks as well, “Let me add the finishing blow.” He pulls out a bottle from somewhere and holds it up for you. The label reads ‘peppermint edible lube’.

It takes a moment for your brain to catch up with what you are seeing. “I mean, I knew you had Christmas spirit but this is ridiculous.”

“Oh, come on.” Taehyung offers you the dildo to examine closer. “You’ll like it, I promise.”

The dildo is also heavier than your other ones you realize when you take it from his hands. Slowly, you stroke down the shaft with the two men eyeing you intently. “Hmmm, and what shots are you calling exactly, Jimin?”

“For starters,” Jimin turns so he’s sitting on the edge of the end of the bed. “Taehyung is going to strip you.”

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Taehyung is up and grabbing the hem of your shirt. You raise your hands so he can make quick work of it. His talented fingers unhook your bra and your breasts bounce free. While Tae’s dealing with your pants and underwear in one swift pull, Jimin pats his thighs and your eyes trail over them hungrily.

“Then you are going to lie down over my lap, we’ll get you nice and ready. I need you to make that candy cane wet for me. Think you can do that?”

Biting your lip, you rub your bare thighs together and nod eagerly. Jimin raises an eyebrow in response. “Well, what are you waiting for Princess?”

In a heartbeat, you close the distance between you and Jimin and do as he asks. You bend over his lap with your ass in the air fully exposed. A resounding smack fills the air making your hips jump forward. Jimin only chuckles and then spreads your cheeks apart. A long, lubed finger runs along your lower lips sensually, and you groan.

“Tae, no teasing.” Your request is met with another slap to your ass.

“You like it don’t you, Princess?” Taehyung doesn’t wait for a response before he slides a long finger into your entrance. His other hand rubs slowly at your clit making you moan. “You love when we spoil you with attention. Always so needy for us.”

There’s a snap of a cap and you feel a glob of lube at your asshole. One of Jimin’s hands leaves your ass to spread it around, dipping it in your back hole. Ever so slowly he stretches you out, and you feel something hard and slicked with lube poke at your other hole.

Jimin takes his hand not in your ass and grabs the hair at the back of your neck, pulling it to make you look back behind you. Now, you can see Taehyung ever so slowly sliding the festive looking dildo into your cunt.

“Mmmngh, Tae I’m so full.” You whine, watching the swirl of red and white disappearing inside of you. Your walls clench experimentally around it and its so stiff inside of you that you clench for more. “Fuck.”

“That’s it, Princess.” Jimin and you watch as Taehyung starts to pull the toy back out, now slicked with lube and your arousal. “Make it nice and wet for us,” and then Jimin’s mouth descends to your ass with his tongue replacing his finger.

“Ohhhh, fuck. That feels so good.” You moan, watching as Jimin eats you out. Taehyung also stares at Jimin devouring you and he plunges the long dildo in and out of you faster in excitement. With their devoted attention, your moans quickly turn louder and louder.

“Yes! Right there, ohhhmmgh,” The sound of you mewling, the men’s heavy breathing, and the obscene sounds of your wet pussy fill the room.

You come gaping, watching as your arousal floods down the candy cane. The men keep going, riding you out until you are squirming all over Jimin’s lap. Well, Taehyung would have kept going if Jimin didn’t take the dildo from his lover’s grip.

“Remember now,” Jimin pulls the dildo out of you and looks Taehyung in the eye. “I call the shots today. Now on your knees.”

Taehyung does as Jimin requests, even goes the extra effort of crossing his hands behind his back.

“Good boy. You’ve worked so hard.” Jimin coos. “Now for your reward.”

You watch in awe as Jimin brings the soaked toy up to Taehyung’s lips, smearing your juices around his lips. Taehyung pokes his tongue out, moaning once he tastes your essence. The red and white stripes slowly descend into his mouth, just as it did in your cunt. Greedily, Taehyung sucks on the toy. It goes deeper and deeper until the man chokes on it. Jimin pulls it back, only to start fucking Taehyung’s mouth with it.

There’s not much you can do in your position now except watch, and you want to do so much more than that. “Jimin,” you whine and wiggle on his lap.

“Kneel between my legs,” He orders.

Quickly, you push yourself off of his lap. His legs open invitingly and you slide between them. Undoing the zipper, his hard cock springs out and you slide his underwear down. You appreciate his wide girth before licking a long, wet line from his base to tip. He groans, and the thrusting of the toy in Taehyung’s mouth loses its rhythm.

“Fuck.” Jimin tilts his head back, exposing his long neck, when you take him into your mouth whole.

With Jimin occupied, you hear the sound of a zipper sliding down and clothes rustling. Not long after, a warm body is pressed against your back and a familiar prod of a giant cock is against your entrance. Hot lips brush against your ears for Taehyung to whisper, “Show us how needy you are for our cocks.” His hips swivel into yours and a hand splaying across the back of your neck encourages you to continue your ministrations on Jimin.

You grind your hips down hard over Taehyung’s dick and slurp at Jimin’s cock. The two men are sitting still now, groaning, as you bounce yourself on Taehyung and blow Jimin. You do as Taehyung says and show how much your holes need them so badly.

Jimin’s hot seed bursts into your mouth and you milk him dry. Not long after, Taehyung shoots his load into you, but you keep going. You can feel his cum being fucked out of you as the men groan louder and louder as you overstimulate them.

“Cum Princess,” Jimin grits out from the overwhelming pleasure. He grips your cheeks between both his hands to slide you off his cock. Resting his forehead against your own, looking at you with fucked out but loving eyes, he orders, “We got you, now cum.”

The look in Jimin’s eyes and his command trigger your second orgasm. You clench tightly around Taehyung as your body shakes. A painful pleasure erupts in your shoulder as Taehyung bites down, muffling his screams as you ride out your orgasm.

Jimin pulls your now slack body off of Taehyung. After laying you gently on the bed, he helps Taehyung up onto it as well. Disappearing to the bathroom, Jimin quickly appears with a wet cloth and begins to clean the both of you off.

“I told you, you would like it.” Taehyung says exhausted, but grins at you happily even so.”

“Mhmm.” You agree, already starting to doze off.

“Merry Christmas,” Jimin whispers, and you feel his lips brush against your forehead lovingly.

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[raewritesfiction]

A Hat and a Bow [Henry Cavill]

A/N: Let’s get festive! Sorry this took so damn long; had some personal stuff going on. Also I’m sorry about the formatting; it’s being weird!!

Plot: PWP?!

Pairing: Female!Reader X Henry Cavill

Warnings: Smut. Let’s just go with that. Also unsafe sex; USE PROTECTION! always use a condom!!

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Henry sits on the oversized and plush chair. His hands rest on the cushioned arms while his feet are flat on the floor with his knees parted to show you exactly what’s on offer.

A red and white Santa hat perches on his head while a large red bow sits just above his hard dick; you would have asked if he had been thinking of you but that much was very obvious. He had told you not to be late and now you knew why.

“Well…. it won’t suck itself. Happy Christmas baby..”

You needed no further instruction or convincing; stepping towards him and shedding your layers of clothing until you were only in a pair of candy cane over-the-knee socks by the time you stood before him and dropped to your knees.

“Open that pretty mouth for me.” He smiles.

The man was the pinnacle of gentlemanly in every way; until you were in the bedroom - he knew just how you wanted to be spoken too. Sometimes you just wanted to be treated like a slut; specifically his.

You open your mouth and stick out your tongue, looking up under your lashes and winking at him.

“Good girl…” he threads his fingers through your hair as he pushes it back off your face. “Now… show me how talented that mouth is...”

You glide your hands up his thighs and lean up a little for a better angle. Henry shuffles as one of your hands wraps around him and jerks slowly before guiding him into your waiting mouth. He let out a slow breath and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again to enjoy his view of you on your knees before him.

You hum and bob your head slowly; making sure you don’t miss any part of his cock with your mouth. You breathe slowly through your nose as he touches the back of your throat making him moan loudly at the unexpected deep-throating. The hand he had left in your hair grips tightly and you can tell by his shuffling he’s fighting the urge to fuck your throat. You moan low as you pull away and flick your tongue over the head: your saliva mixing with his pre-cum.

“God fuck!” He grunts and pulls you away. “Not yet!” He pants heavily and uses the grip on your hair to pull you up over him to his mouth. Henry kisses you passionately and nips your lip. With his free hand he spanks your ass and reaches between your legs teasing your pussy.

“Choking on my dick makes you wet, huh?”

“Fuck yes…” you smile and kiss him again, rocking your hips to his hand and reaching down, throwing the large bow aside out the way.

“Wish I’d known that sooner.” He smirks.

You moan when his fingers push into you briefly “Please…”

He scrapes his teeth over your neck and collarbones leaving red marks before working his way lower and leaning you back a little so he could close his lips around your left nipple. He switches between sucking and flicking his tongue, scraping his teeth and lightly biting until your nipple was so sensitive you could barely take any more; his fingers still worked over your pussy and between your folds, carefully making sure he didn’t touch your clit at all.

“Henry! Please!” You were not above begging. “I need you inside me!”

He growls low and moves your legs further apart before teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. He didn’t care if he teased himself in the process; as long as you begged for his cock.

You rock your hips and attempt to push him deeper but fail as the hand in your hair moves to wrap around your waist and stops you moving.

“Nu-uh…” he breathes against your lips.

“But…”

“Say it.” He flicks his tongue over your lips.

“Please…” you rock your hips.

“...And the rest..” he whispers. Henry’s resolve was cracking but he wasn’t ready to give up yet; especially as he knew how fast he could make you cum when you were already squirming.

“Henry! I need… I need your cock inside me!” You moan and kiss him “Please! Please!”

He pulls you down onto his full length and moans your name as your muscles pulse around him. You gasp against his lips and start rocking your hips immediately; both his hands rest on your ass cheeks and squeeze hard, his own hips rocking and thrusting up into you.

You grip Henry’s biceps and press yourself against his torso, wanting to be as close to him as possible. You both pant against lips, nip skin and whisper nothings.

Henry reaches between your cheeks and teases over your ass; he was close and he wanted to tip you over the edge with him as quickly as possible.

“Yes…. please!” You pant and grind your hips desperately.

Two fingers slip easily into your ass and Henry thrusts slowly making you keen into his neck. His hips speed up and he shuffles you both slightly until he gains better purchase to drive his cock into you relentlessly.

“Fuck..!” You whisper and whine against his skin, rocking and tilting your hips; moving your body desperately.

“Cum for me…” Henry moves his free hand between you and circles over your clit quickly while locking his eyes on yours.

You whine and tremble, calling out as his fingers move on and in you in unison; his cock hits deep as you tilt your hips and you all but collapse against his chest when you feel him fill you with his seed. His moans are rough and low and his head thrown back against the chair you both occupied.

You both relaxed and lay panting against one another as you came down from your climaxes.

“....Happy Christmas…” you lean up a little and kiss his jaw “...Santa Claus came early this year…”

Henry chuckles “...gimme half an hour…. don’t think my sack is empty yet…”

#Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill Imagine #Henry Cavill X Reader #Reader X Henry Cavill #reader insert

[kaijime]

Hey there! Could you please do #20 and #26 from candy cane with kuroo! Lots of love and I understand if you can't do it! ❤✨🥰

“I want you to watch me when I fuck you” + “don’t make me take you home and punish you” with kuroo tetsurou

cw. public sex? Sex in the bathroom, dub-con but y’all are in a relationship, vaginal penetration, humiliation, mirror sex, choking, slight breeding kink

a/n. rough kuroo rough kuroo rough kuroo

A little get-together at Kenma’s house had taken a dark turn when Kuroo found one of his old team mates. He couldn’t had said something that funny. He practically pulls you away from him, snatching your wrist and pulling you over to a quiet corner of the room.

“I wouldn’t have brought you along if I knew you were just going to be whoring around” he whispered, making a mix of your emotions. You wanted to be mad at him for being so possessive of you. But when he talked in that sweet dark tone so close to your ear, who wouldn’t get wet. “Don’t make me take you home and punish you”

“I wasn’t doing any- I was just talking with him. Why would you bring me if I couldn’t talk to anyone else but you?” He looked at you before taking your hand and walking to the bathroom. You both entered it and he locked the door behind you. “What are you doing?”

Behind the closed door was a full body mirror, where ha saw both of your reflections and he knew he would be using that to his advantage.

“What does it look like I’m doing? Hold your dress” he’d gathered the fabric from the dress and gave it to you in his hand, making you hold it while you were pushed against the wall. He hooked one of your legs to his waist and pushed your panties to the side to play with your clit.

“Mmfuck- Tetsu... we can’t, th-they’re out there we shouldn’t- ah” he inserted a finger in your tight hole, trying to prepare you for his big size.

“Hm, you’re right... we’re just going to have to make it quick” he pulls his pants down, just enough to let his cock out and slides into you with ease. He didn’t even give you a chance to adjust to his size before you were practically being split in half by him, his tip hitting your cervix everytime he moved against your slick walls

“K-kuroo!” He covers your mouth with his hand in hopes that it would cover your loud moans.

“You need to be quiet. Look at me doll” you make eye contact and he sees your eyes, tears were threatening to spill out at any given moment. He puts his hand on your chin and moves your head slightly, just so you can see your reflection on the mirror.

“I want you to watch me when I fuck you” he said before resuming his hard thrusts against your poor little cunt. When you tried moving your head away from the mirror he would grab it and turn it again.

“I think my instructions were simple...” he grabbed your neck and squeezed, making you wheeze and writhe under his touch. “So why are your dissobeing me? On top of being a little whore you’re also being a bad girl”

“No! ‘m sorry Kuroo-! Fuck- I’m a g-good girl... I-I’ll look at it” you look closely to where your bodies connect, a clear ring covering his dick, your arousal dripping down your thigh while he kept his relentless pace against you.

“You wanna cum baby? Your getting tighter, or is it the thrill of being like this? Anybody could hear you and walk in, does that make that cute pussy clench?” You nodded with a small mm-hmm at this point you were already sobbing against him, your head was close to his shoulder but you didn’t dare to stop looking in the mirror. “Does that make you want to cum? Hmm?”

“Yes-! Wanna c-cum so bad”

“Then do it, no ones stopping you” you closed your eyes and buried your head on the crook of his neck, tugging softly at the hair on the back of his head when you finally released.

“Fuck- so tight... gonna cum so deep in your tight little pussy” he could hear your soft pleas, begging him to fill you up and that’s what he did. He shoved himself as far as he could, until he could feel your cervix on his tip and came, filling you up and watching the small feeling of relief wash over your face when he did.

He pulled up your panties again and helped you fix your dress while fixing his own clothes as well.

“Don’t think we’re done princess, you closed your eyes, didn’t look at yourself when you came. When we get back home I want you on all fours”

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[annabethy]

under the mistletoe, watching the fire glow day 9: cliffs

Character A vows to do something nice for a stranger during the Christmas time. Character B is that stranger,, percabeth

Percy happens to think that he’s a nice human being. He tries to be, at least. He has his moments because no one is perfect, but he’s always done his best to be considerate of those around him.

So when his friend tells him that he’s really not a nice person, he just about loses it.

“I am not a bad person!”

Leo raises his hands defensively. “I’m not saying you’re a bad person. All I’m saying is that you could be a little bit more... generous.”

Piper rolls her eyes. “Leave the poor man alone, Leo.”

“I’m generous,” he says, miffed.

“But...” Leo waves his hands wildly, and Percy feels the instinct to punch him in the nose and make him Rudolph. “Do something nice for once.”

“Percy,” Piper says, “he’s just mad that you didn’t give him a piece of your gingerbread cookie. Don’t listen to him.”

Still, it stings just a little bit. Even if it’s a joke, Percy doesn’t think it’s very funny. That’s what prompts him to do something kind this Christmas. He honestly doesn’t know what he plans on doing because what could he do? Buy all of someone’s presents and also go broke in the process? Maybe he could buy someone’s cheap coffee, but then is it really something nice if it’s only two dollars?

Whatever it is, Percy knows that Leo has to be there to see it so he can make Leo choke on his words. The only problem then, though, is that Leo would no doubt say something along the lines of you’re only doing it because you want to prove me wrong, not because you care, bla bla bla, and the Percy will actually shank Leo with a peppermint candy cane.

Percy tries so hard to find the chance to make someone’s Christmas, but it’s so much harder than he would’ve thought. People ignore him when he’s speaking to them about buying their order, or they think it’s some weird Christmas ploy.

He doesn’t get to do something kind until Christmas day.

Percy’s standing in the freezing air on top of a snow-tubing mountain. His friends had dragged him here against his will, because despite being a native New Yorker, he hated the cold. He wanted to be included though, so he came along anyways, stuffed into a black snow suit and a knitted hat. His nose burns from the icy atmosphere, and his fingers are numb. He considers checking for frostbite but then he decides he’d rather not know.

He’s standing on a small wall of ice overlooking everyone else. Leo is somewhere to his right, threatening to push Piper off of the wall, and Percy purposely avoids making eye contact in fear that he’ll be next.

The wall of ice can’t be anything more than five or six feet. He doesn’t know if they’re actually allowed to be up there, but there’s so many people doing the same thing that he’s not too worried.

He watches as a few people jump off of the wall into the fluffy layer of snow, vaguely listening to the conversations around him. He hears a mother hassling her children, and his ears perk up as he notices her muttering something along the lines of her not being able to afford buying them each a hot chocolate from the cabin that lays near the bottom of the mountain.

Percy doesn’t stop to think first, which is probably a mistake.

“I can buy it for you,” he interjects kindly, thrilled that he’s finally getting the chance to do something nice.

The mom looks at him, and it’s almost as though she’s appalled that he’s spoken to her. Percy shrinks back.

“I’m good,” she says.

“I don’t mind,” he continues, more nervous. “It’s only a couple dollars each, and—”

She holds a hand up. “I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Percy’s mind comes to a screeching halt. “What!? That’s not what I—”

“You’re going to tell me that you’re offering to pay twenty dollars and it’s not because you want to sleep with me?”

“No! I was just trying to do something nice for a stranger after my friend said—”

“I don’t want to hear it!” she snaps, already beginning to walk away from Percy. “Follow me and I’ll cut your dick off.”

It’s so shocking to him that he doesn’t even have time to respond before she’s already gone. He truly must have the worst luck because he’s just trying to create Christmas magic, and everyone seems to be doing the exact opposite of that.

Percy’s mouth gapes slightly, his brain still not comprehending what just happened. He’s only pulled out of the haze when someone snorts next to him.

He turns his eyes and catches a girl looking like she was smothering laughter.

“I’m sorry,” she says, laughter now bubbling out of her lips. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a conversation go so wrong so quickly.”

“I don’t even know what I did,” he mutters, scratching the back of his neck.

“Something she didn’t like, apparently.” She’s still giggling slightly, and Percy thinks it’s kind of cute. She’s shorter than him, and her nose has a red tint to it. He can see the puff of air each time she takes a breath, and she looks like she’s ready to go inside and curl into a ball for a nap.

“God. That’s embarrassing.”

“I got a front row seat to that show,” she says. “Why are you trying to do something nice, anyways?”

Percy is surprised that a stranger would want to talk to him after witnessing that, but he doesn’t mind. “My friend called me a horrible person and said I was going to hell.”

“Ouch.”

“That’s not exactly what he said,” he admits, “but he might as well have. He’s dead to me.”

“And yet you’re still trying to please a stranger,” she says wryly.

“I don’t want to go to hell,” he whines, and she laughs softly.

“I’m sure you won’t go to hell. You might lose your genitalia, but you’re not going to hell.”

“Yes, thank you for the reminder,” he says. The faint music in the background changes songs, and she rolls her eyes.

“This music is getting out of hand,” she says. “It’s like they’re trying to suffocate us in Christmas spirit.”

“It could be worse, don’t you think?”

“Is rather drown in eggnog than listen to another Christmas song.” She thinks for a moment, looking out into the distance off of the cliff of ice. “Can you promise to push me off this cliff if all I want for Christmas is youplays again?”

Percy chokes. “Push you off the cliff?”

“Yes, please.”

“I wouldn’t want to hurt you,” he says.

“Nothing could hurt more than having my ears bleed to that song. I think it would be easier to simply die and get reborn as Santa’s slaves in the north pole.”

“Oh, wow.”

“Besides, this could be your chance to do something nice.”

“Does murder count as something nice?”

“In certain situations, maybe.”

Percy smiles, though he instantly regrets it when his teeth start to ache. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Annabeth,” she says.

“Percy,” he returns. “So before I get arrested for shoving you off a cliff, let me just make sure I’m hearing this right. You want me to push you off that ledge if Mariah Carey starts playing?”

“Exactly. You have my full permission.”

“Great,” he chokes out. They lock eyes and chuckle slightly at their own antics. Percy thinks someone calls his name from somewhere behind him, but he’s much preoccupied to turn around. Percy doesn’t think Annabeth would be someone to bully him, unlike some friends.

Percy thinks he should write a letter to Leo about his recent harassment. He thinks little rascals is a good baseline. It would start with, Dear Darla, I hate your stinking guts. You make me vomit. You’re scum between my toes. That’ll show him.

“Are you alone?” Annabeth asks kindly.

“I’m here with my friends, but I might as well be alone. They’re mean. I don’t like them.”

“You sure they’re your friends?”

“Eh. Not really,” he says, but he’s only kidding. He loves them dearly, even if they’re the worst people he has ever met. Leo in particular.

“Lovely,” she says. Her gloved hands reach up to move a strand of hair away from her mouth. The wind has started blowing harder, and it’s beginning to tangle her hair. “I’ll be your friend, then. I won’t bully you.”

“I hardly know you. How can I be sure you won’t bully me?”

“I guess you’ll just have to stick around and find out.”

He wouldn’t mind sticking around, he thinks. Especially not with the way she’s looking at him, making him feel the urge to pull her in close and protect her from the biting winds.

As they continue talking, Percy can’t help but think that he likes her. He really like her, actually. She’s sweet and funny, always having something to quip back to him. He finds out soon that she lives quite close to him, and something in him screams to ask her if she wants to do something soon. He holds off on that, but he still can feel the way his heart threatens to pound out of his chest.

A sly grin forms on his face as he hears the change in music. It’s not a song that’s easy to miss, so it catches his ear immediately, and he is prepared.

“Hey, Annabeth.”

“What?”

“Guess what’s playing.”

She tilts her head as she listens to the music, and then she groans in annoyance. “Of course it is.”

“I promised to do something nice this Christmas.” She blinks. “You did.”

“I gotta do it to you.”

“Percy—”

“I made a promise,” he says, shrugging. He steps forwards, and she takes a step back, but there’s a wide grin on her face.

“Don’t you dare,” she threatens with zero malice in her voice.

“It’s my duty to you,” he says. “I don’t break my promises.” With that, he fulfils the gap between them, grabbing her in his arms by the waist and lifting her up. She wiggles in his grasp, letting her legs go limp, and she’s laughing until she can’t breathe.

Percy brings her to the ledge, his smile matching hers, and as he tries to drop her as gently as possible, she grabs on tighter and pulls, and he goes tumbling face-first into the snow with her.

He lands somewhat on top of her, and his face is buried surprisingly deep. He pulls his face out of the hole he’s dug, and when he looks at her, her head is thrown back as she lets out uncontrollable giggles. When she looks at him, it only gets worse.

“Your eyelashes are covered in snow,” she gasps, wiping carelessly at his face for him. She kicks him off of her lazily and leans back, looking up at the sky. “You ass.”

“I just did what you asked me to!”

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it.”

“But you’re alive, and I’ve done my good deed! We both win.”

She shakes her head at him, eyeing him is mock disappointment. “I change my mind. I am going to bully you.”

“You’d have to stick around long enough for that,” he reminds her.

“After you just tried to kill me? You bet I’m sticking around, if only for revenge.”

Percy pouts. “I’m so scared.”

“You better be because when I push you off a cliff, it isn’t going to be seven feet into snow.”

“At least I can die happy knowing that I did my good deed for the year.” Percy turns onto his size and gazes deeply into her eyes. Her eyes fit in perfectly to the scene around them, layers of white snow, barren trees in the distance, matching the grey sky above. He really does want to see her again, to find out if she’s as soft as she looks, if she’s as perfect for hugging as she seems, if she wants to kiss him as bad as he wants to kiss her.

He gets his answer when she says, “You haven’t finished your good deed quite yet.” Percy pretends to be oblivious. “Oh? What else do I need to do?”

She smiles in the perfect way he just knows he’s going to fall in love with. “Kiss me.”

He pulls her in close, both of them still laying in the snow, ice beginning to seep into their backs, and when he puts his lips to hers, she’s warm and sweet and perfect.

And when she pulls away to lock eyes with him before slamming his face back into the snow, he can’t even be mad. She’s cute, looking at him proudly, and he’s falling in love with this stranger on Christmas night.

,, courtesy of ash @silenabeth​

#percabeth #percy jackson #annabeth chase #pjo #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #my writing

[songsoomin]

Christmas Present (S)

Word count: 2K

Premise: SoftDom!Seonghwa, female reader. Y/N wants to give her boyfriend an extra special present - what he’s been wanting to do for some time

Warnings: Daddy kink, anal sex, oral sex, blowjob, fingering. Smut but soft at the end

Posted 25th December 2020

"Seonghwa." You called from your bedroom.

"Yes, Baby?" Your boyfriend replied from the living room.

"I've been thinking...you're always so good to me. You're so caring and loving - almost the perfect boyfriend."

"Only almost?" He cut you off with a laugh.

"As I was saying," You rolled your eyes though you knew he couldn't see you, "...I want to give you one of your presents early. An extra special one."

"There are still a few days until Christmas, Babe."

"I really think you're going to want this one now." You were excited as you walked out to your boyfriend, slowly making your way around the couch and into view.

As Seonghwa saw what you were dressed in his dark eyes widened in surprise, quickly replaced by desire.

You were in a very short 'Miss Santa' dress which barely covered your behind. It was red velvet with a white fur trim all around the hem line and the low cut, slightly off-the-shoulder collar - the deep v revealing your cleavage enticingly. To finish the look you'd styled your hair into pigtails trimmed with red tinsel and, as a little extra treat for him, you walked in sucking on a red and white peppermint candy cane, letting him see you lick around the tip of it.

"Baby, you look amazing." Seonghwa breathed, looking you up and down hungrily.

"You like it?" The innocence in your voice was in stark contrast to your attire and behaviour but you knew that was exactly how Seonghwa liked it.

His full lips stretched into a smile as his eyes darkened, "Come here and I'll show you how much I like it." he replied, patting his strong thighs to beckon you to sit.

As you straddled his legs, your boyfriend ran his hands up your legs and under the hem of your dress. His large hands cupped your arse, giving it a squeeze.

"Baby you're too good to me." Seonghwa said in his deep, low voice as you began to grind on the very evident bulge in his pants.

"It's you that's too good and because you're such an amazing boyfriend..." you leaned in so your lips were brushing his ear and whispered, "...that I'm going to let you do whatever you want tonight."

"Bedroom. Now."

Seonghwa lifted you off his lap and pulled you into the bedroom you shared faster than you could believe. He was the more dominant in the bedroom but there were a few things he wanted to do that you were a little hesitant to try. He'd never pressured you into anything but you'd thought about it and knew he'd take care of you and you wanted to give him something special for Christmas to show him how much you love him.

"On your knees." He commanded in a low, authoritative voice. A thrill shot straight through to your core whenever he treated you like this. You sank to your knees in front of him, looking up innocently, through your lashes.

Seonghwa unzipped his jeans, never taking his eyes of you, and lowered them and his pants to his ankles. He stood there for a moment, stroking his hard cock up and down as he looked at you like you were his toy to play with.

Your boyfriend took the candy cane that was still between your lips.

"Open up for me, Baby."

You did as commanded without a moments hesitation and Seonghwa's thick cock slipped in.

"Now...suck on Daddy's candy."

You started to lick and suck, all while looking up into his dark eyes with fake innocence.

"Jesus, Baby, your mouth feels so good around my dick."

A startled noise left you as Seonghwa grabbed hold of your pigtails and thrust right to the back of your throat, using them to pull you in as he fucked your warm, wet mouth over and over.

As the whines and soft choking sounds left your mouth you could feel him getting more excited until his hips stuttered and you felt his hot cum hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, Baby, that was so good." Seonghwa murmured as he pulled out of your mouth. He watched as you wiped some cum from your lips and licked your fingers clean.

"I think my Baby Girl deserves something special, too."

Seonghwa threw you back onto the bed and climbed between your legs, spreading them to reveal the matching fur-trimmed panties you had on.

"Oh, you got yourself all wet sucking Daddy's cock, didn't you?" He said as he ran his fingers over the soaked material. You shivered at just that simple touch - his fingers were so skilled it didn't take much for him to work you up.

Seonghwa grabbed the delicate panties and slid them down you, discarding them carelessly on the floor before diving in between your legs. He teased you first, like usual, kissing the soft skin of your inner thighs and biting it gently.

"Daddy, please..." You begged, winding your fingers through his black hair and trying to pull him closer to your core.

"Naughty girl." he scolded, landing a hard smack on your thigh as he moved to hover above you, "If you're not patient you won't get any presents this year."

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I can be good."

Seonghwa looked down at you, making you wait before roughly pulling the top of your dress down to reveal your breasts. He leaned down and sucked harshly on one nipple while pinching the other. A loud moan left your lips as he played with your hard nipples, his tongue was just as skilled as his hands.

When he felt he'd made you wait long enough, he moved back down between your legs and licked straight up your folds before spreading them with his fingers to attack your clit. He alternated between licking and sucking the sensitive bud and pulling away every so often to bite your soft folds.

The tension was building in your lower abdomen so when two of his long fingers slipped into your tight, wet hole it was more than you could bear. The release crashed over you, making you cry out loud as the pleasure took over.

"Daddy - aaah! Daddy...too much." Seonghwa resisted your attempts to push him away from your cunt, forcing you into overstimulation. He stopped when your legs started to tremble uncontrollably.

"You did so well, Baby Girl." He praised, leaning down to kiss you so you could taste yourself on his tongue.

You laid there recovering from your intense high while Seonghwa kissed your neck, slowly moving back down to your breasts.

"We're not done yet." You opened your eyes to see him kneeling between your legs with a dark look on his face. "You did say I could do whatever I wanted."

You smiled at him and he beckoned you to sit up.

"Turn around for me, Baby."

"You'll be gentle, won't you?"

"Of course, Baby. I'd never hurt you - you know that."

You did know that but you were still a little apprehensive as you'd never fulfilled this one wish of his before.

Seonghwa pulled your back flush against his chest and started squeezing your breasts as he kissed the side of your neck, sucking just hard enough to leave marks that you knew he'd be admiring in the morning.

Slowly one of his hands travelled down towards your wet cunt, slipping his fingers in to collect your cum from moments ago. Glistening with your juices his fingers moved to the back and probed at the tight ring of muscle there.

You moaned as he slipped in one finger first, followed by another, stretching you out in preparation for something much bigger. To take your mind off the unfamiliar stretch, Seonghwa brought his other hand down to play with your clit again. You were still quite sensitive but it felt amazing to be touched like that while he continued to stretch you out.

"I'm coming in now, Baby." He whispered in your ear. You also heard the sound of the bottle of lube being uncapped. He continued to stretch you as he stroked his cock, generously covering himself with lube.

"I'll be as gentle as I can but tell me if it gets too much, okay?"

"Yes, Daddy."

Seonghwa groaned in your ear, "You best stop calling me that, Baby, or else I won't be able to be as gentle as I need to be."

You smiled knowing that was his favourite name. He often lost control when you called him that so you usually saved it for when you wanted him to be a little rougher with you.

Slowly he started to push into your tight hole and you gasped at the new feeling. Seonghwa stopped immediately.

"You okay, Baby?"

"Yeah," you breathed, "just give me a moment to get used to it. I've never had anything this big back there before."

When you felt more comfortable you gave him the go ahead and he pushed in furthe. You could tell he was being as gentle as possible but that it was very hard for him to do so. He'd told you before that this was the best feeling as it was so much tighter. He bottomed out and stayed as still as he could to let you adjust, holding you tightly against him as he struggled not to start thrusting into you.

"Seonghwa?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"I'm ready."

He let out the breath he'd been holding and pulled almost all the way out before slowly thrusting back in. He continued at this slow pace, waiting for you to let him know when he could speed up.

It didn't take long for the discomfort to become pleasure - so different to anything else you'd felt before. Once it no longer stung it felt exquisite to have his thick cock sliding in and out of you but it still felt naughty in a way. You mused over how Seonghwa had really corrupted you from the innocent girl you used to be.

"Daddy?"

"Oh, God. Please don't."

"It's okay, Daddy. Fuck me harder."

That was all it took for Seonghwa to start thrusting hard and fast into your tight ring of muscle, the wet sounds it created along with your soft moans driving him wild.

"Harder, Daddy."

Seonghwa's grip on your hips became slightly painful as he tried to control himself. You knew his fingers would leave bruises in the morning.

You slipped your hand between your legs and started stroking your clit in fast circles.

"Fuck, Baby. Such a naughty girl."

Your fingers circled faster as Seonghwa's deep grunts brought you closer to another orgasm. You could feel his thrusts grow sloppier as he felt you clenching around his cock.

"Daddy, I'm going to cum."

"Me too, Baby Girl. I'm gonna fill your tight little arse with cum."

Seonghwa's deep voice took you over the edge as he spoke those words into your ear and as you came you threw your free hand back and pulled at his hair. The mix of pain and pleasure was too much for him and you felt hot, thick cum filling your tight hole.

He stayed inside you, kissing your neck gently as you both came down.

He pulled out and went to grab a cloth to clean you both up.

Afterward you laid in his strong arms as he cuddled you.  

"Thank you, Baby. I'm so lucky to have you."

"Merry Christmas, Seonghwa." You smiled as you leaned in to kiss him.

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[oftenderweapons]

Papa Noël — Namjoon

Pairing: Namjoon x reader (nicknamed Vixen)

Wordcount: 7.0k

Genre: fluff, smut, engaged rmxr, idol!AU

Rating: 18+

Hello bunnies! Merry Christmas to all of you. I wish you all the best ✨💜

I had to write this thingie because I’m selfish and I had this sort of unholy vision that told me, “you must do it”. And so I did this. 

This fic is set on Namjoon and Vixen’s first Christmas together. The two are engaged (you’ll read about that sooner or later). Unfortunately, Vixen had to attend a dinner party at which she couldn’t bring Namjoon (their relationship is still very, very private, and even her parents don’t know who she’s dating, plus they respect her privacy). Namjoon spends the night with his friends, but decides to head back home and wait for Vixen — who is unforturnately late. As soon as she arrives, he is quite eager to warm her up and let her unwrap her Christmas gift. But he’d much rather unwrap her first.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: I’ll be on the naughty list forever after writing this. Swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, DDLG dynamics/daaddy kink, dirty talking, striptease, lingerie fetish, light foot fetish, very lowkey roleplay, sex toy (glass dildo), oral fixation, masturbation (female receiving) light bondage (satin bow), spanking (with rings... ahem), thigh riding, cum play and cum eating, mentions of oral sex (male receiving), a very emotional proposal, mentions of unprotected sex (never ever ever do that unless you’re 10000% sure BOTH YOU AND YOUR PARTNER(S) ARE CLEAN)

Suggested playlist: I Just Melt - Sabrina Claudio // Short Red Silk Lingerie - Sabrina Claudio // Santa Baby - Ariana Grande, Liz Gillies // I’ll Be Home For Christmas - Demi Lovato // Wishlist - Alaina Castillo

In case you need it, here is my masterlist :)

Enjoy!!! 

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Papa Noël (French) — Santa Claus, en. [Daddy Christmas, lit.]

Namjoon sat on the sofa, his naked foot tapping against the plush carpet. For a second he considered what the actual fuck he was doing in his own living room dressed like that, making an absolute fool of himself. 

Then he remembered the party your firm had organised for Christmas Eve, and the fact that he couldn’t have attended with you. 

He hadn’t asked you to stay home, especially since your mother and father were going to attend too, and your boss and them had been friends for a very long time. 

Obediently, you had followed your father’s will, you had put on your delicious blue velvet dress and you had made sure Namjoon saw you secure the little clip of your suspender belt to your stockings. 

“I won’t be out late.” You had told him as he knelt and secured the small straps of your stilettos around your ankles. 

“I’m a bit mad you’re going to be out, all dolled up, without me.” 

“There’s a ring on my finger, Joonie.” You said. 

“A ring and no fiancé. How inconvenient,” He murmured, letting his palms climb up the back of your thighs, until they met the naked skin above the elastic band of your stockings. “Aren’t they going to ask questions?” He asked, letting his long middle finger slide against the soft satin of your panties. 

“No.” You said. “They know I’m in a relationship. They know I’ll tell them when I deem it appropriate.”

He moved his hand away from your slit, gripping your asscheeks. “Are you ashamed of me?”

“No.” You replied, dry, determined. Damn his paranoia. “You know there’s nothing I want to do more than use you as my toy boy, my future trophy husband.”

He grinned and sunk his nails into your flesh. “I’m just trying to keep you from rumors, my love.” You replied. “Not all the people in there are as discreet as I am.” You cupped his face. “And it’s not like I’m leaving you all alone.”

He nuzzled his face against your lap. “Jin and Angel are coming over at Yoongi and Kitten’s. I was invited,” Namjoon explained, taking his hands out of your skirt. 

“I’m glad I’m leaving you in good hands.” 

“It’s our first Christmas together.” He sulked.

“You’ll have me all for yourself tomorrow.” You combed his hair affectionately. “You’re lucky my family doesn’t take this Christmas thing seriously.”

“Will I get breakfast in bed?” He asked, raising to his feet and dwarfing you. 

You studied his figure with your eyes, observing his cream turtleneck that made his skin tone look like molten caramel, the expensive cashmere so soft under your palms, and then the light brown slacks, the shape of his cock so delicious that you couldn’t hold yourself back from tracing it with the tip of your index finger.

“Will I get breakfast in bed?” You asked, taunting him. 

“I don’t think it’s good for my babygirl to have her favourite candy cane first thing in the morning.” He replied, raising an eyebrow and catching your wrist. “I wouldn’t be a responsible daddy.”

“Come on, it’s Christmas.” You replied, whining a little and stretching to reach his mouth. 

He grinned as he saw you struggle, his dimple appearing as you kept pushing yourself on the tip of your toes, trying to touch his lips with yours. His nose scrunched and his eyes shrinked to heated slits as he bent his head down, allowing you access before he tightened his hands on your waist and picked you up, lifting you a few inches from the ground while you tightened your arms around his neck. 

“I’ll think about it.” He murmured on your lips. 

“Please.” You hummed quietly. 

His hand slipped down to your ass and squeezed it. “Maybe.”

You pouted and parted from him. “Then I think I might stay out late. Stay at my parents for the night. Mother always arranges beautiful brunches when I stay there. And Magdalene could enjoy me visiting her. You know, our governess. She raised me.” You said, fixing your dress and wearing your faux fur. 

“Come home. Eleven forty-five. No later.” He said, wrapping a forearm around your hips and spinning you around; you stumbled a little on your heels with the whole motion and the way he joined his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. “I’ve got gifts to deliver.” He said, parting from you and fixing your lipstick. 

“I’ll try.” You said, checking your watch and realising that probably your parents had already sent their driver to get you. 

“I have to go.” You murmured, cupping his cheek. “You know there's nothing I wanted more than spending the evening with you.”

“I know. I’ll wait for you.” He said, fixing a small lock of your hair behind your ear.

He accompanied you to the front door and opened it for you. “Have a nice evening, love.”

“You too.” You replied, completely charmed as he set you free like a delicate, gracious butterfly. 

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He started getting worried when he realised you were half an hour late. Then forty-five minutes. At midnight thirty-three, he heard some noise at the front door. 

There you were, legs wobbly, giggling at the phone. “I’m home. Yeah. Love you too. Stay warm.” You said softly, and then squealed. “No, I won’t choke on my boyfriend’s enormous dick. I’m super late. He’ll kill me.” Another pause. “No, he won’t kill me with his colossal cock. Stop talking about my fiancé’s cock, you slut!” You erupted in a bubbly laugh.

Namjoon felt his disappointment disappear, just slightly. 

“You could always go choke on Taehyung.” Pause. “Stop rubbing that on my face. I am TINY! It’s not my fault.”

Namjoon heard your snort-laugh. The one you used only with your closest people. He realised you were on the phone with Lace. He relaxed even more. “Gotta blast. Love you. Merry Christmas, you hoe.”

You giggled again as he heard you try to take off your shoes before you lost your balance, leaning on the wall. You hissed and cursed at the shoes. He heard the sound of you taking off your coat. And then you appeared, beautiful, so innocent, standing in the soft light of the Christmas Tree. 

And there he was. Sitting on the sofa. Legs parted wide. Shirtless. Barefoot. In a pair of red satin loose sweatpants with white furry hems at the ankles. And a Christmas hat. 

You swooned. 

“You’re late, little fox.” He said, pinning his forearms to his thighs and leaning forward. 

“I stayed out with Taehyung and Lace. We wanted to call you but I didn’t want to interrupt your previous arrangements.”

Namjoon licked his lips and bit his lower one, rubbing his index finger against his chin. “Jin and Angel kept making sex puns about chimneys and gifts and whatnots. Yoongi literally licked whipped cream off Kitten’s finger.” Namjoon exhaled. “It was painful. To say the least.”

You chuckled as discreetly as you could. 

“Is it funny, Vixen?” He asked, tipping his head back. “You’re forty-five minutes late.”

You sucked your lips past your teeth, lowering your head. “Tae and Lace were at the party. We left for a quick drink. We lost sense of time a little.” You said, flustered.

“I was here, waiting for you and you were out with your best friend and her boyfriend, my friend.” He said, crossing his arms and cocking his head to the side. “Are you listening?”

“Yes. Of course. I’m sorry.”

No, you weren’t. You were staring at his biceps, flexing, his chest expanding with ample breaths, his pectorals twitching. The mole on his chest. The path that it drew up the tendon of his neck, joining the other little mole near his collarbone, all the way up to the one below his plump lip. And the way his skin glimmered deliciously at the delicate lights of the Christmas Tree. You were ready to ask him a picture.

In your uterus was currently burning a blue hypergiant star. Just to clarify, 37 times hotter than the Sun. 

“You’re not listening.” He said, snickering. “I can see it.”

“I tried though.” You said shyly, pouting. 

He smiled and laid against the back of the sofa. “Come here.”

You blinked a couple times, rubbing your hand against your sternum, worried, biting your lip and playing coy. “Can I take off my dress first?”

“Of course, babygirl.” He said, propping his elbows on the pillow behind his back. 

You saw his chest stretch and oh’ed at the vision, making him giggle. “Come on, babe.”

You frowned and felt your ankles wobble as you undid the zipper at your side, bending down to lift your dress up from the lower hem, slipping it off from over your head. 

It took you a while to orient yourself on your way out of your dress, but as soon as you were free, you placed it down folding it neatly over the coffee table, where you noticed a small package wrapped in red paper and a big ribbon. 

“Is that mine?” You asked, batting your lashes at Namjoon. 

“Yes, darling.” He said, his eyes skimming your entire form. “Are you tipsy?” He asked, worried.

“A teensy, tiny bit.” You said. “Literally one glass of champagne, a spoonful of punch and a glass of wine with Tae and Lace. Nothing more.” You said, easing his nerves. He didn’t like when you drank — only because you’re a lightweight and he doesn’t want you to get sick.

He smiled softly as you listed the drinks. “It’s okay, buttercup. I’m not trying to control you. Just making sure that you can take me.” 

You bit your lower lip, nodding. 

“You look delicious, sugardoll.” He said, now finally focusing on your attire.

You smiled cutely and fixed your hair. “You like it?”

“I do, babylove.” He said. “Let me see it from up close.”

You walked closer to him, standing in between his legs. 

“Come on, give me a little twirl.” He said, placing his hand on your waist and helping you make a small, slow spin. You still had your heels on, after all. Just the way he liked it. 

“Let’s take off the big girl shoes, yes? That way you can be all tiny and barefoot for daddy.” He said, finding your wrists and placing your palms on his naked shoulders.

His skin was so hot. To the touch too. 

“Give me your foot, baby.” He said, looking up at you. 

You felt like crying. In the best way possible. 

You complied and his big fingers struggled a little with the small clasp before he managed to free it. 

The other shoe was easier. He diligently placed the stilettos out of the way, by the side of the sofa. “Next these.” He said, laying his hand on the back of your thigh and placing your foot between his legs, so close to his cock, currently laying across his lap, half mast towards his left hip. You noticed he still had a set of rings on, including the one shaped like a thick bear head, which he had bought in honour of the nickname you had assigned him.

He fought with the clip of the suspender belt, vaguely knowing that he should look for a small clasp on the upper elastic band of the stockings, but not knowing how to undo them. He still had a lot to learn, he realised. 

Your spindly fingers assisted him, showing the procedure. “There’s a rubber nub, inside. It grips the stocking and blocks it inside the metal frame, on the outside. You just need to slide the nub out of the frame.” You explained, showing him. 

He observed the movement of your fingers, the suspender strap snapping free. 

“There are other three. You can practice.” You smiled gently. 

He looked at your sweet face, at your eyes glittering in the Christmas lights. He was completely in love. Enchanted. Head over heels. 

He turned his eyes down, looking once more at the suspender strap on the other thigh, caressing your naked skin with the back of his index and middle fingers before hooking them under the fabric of your stocking, spotting a flat rubber surface. That must be the back of the nub. With his thumb, on the outer side, he spotted the nub, hooked in the small metal frame, covered in nylon. He slid it upwards and felt the strap snap. 

“Just like that, daddy.” You said, removing his hat with a smile and caressing his hair. So soft. It smelled like cedarwood, vetiver and patchouli. It smelled like safety, home, reassurance. Passion. Unconditional love. 

You led his hand to the back of your thigh and he percurred the length of the elastic strap to the hem of your stocking. 

You exhaled and closed your eyes as you felt his fingers on your nude leg. 

With the left side undone, he placed your leg down and picked up the other, laying it directly on his lap, where you felt his hardening sex under the sole of your foot. “Don’t press down, babygirl.” He said, making a quick work of the last clasp before looking up at you. 

“Good boy. Quick learner.” You said, caressing his face.

He closed his eyes and pressed his cheek into your palm. His hands flew to your waist and held you there as he scooted closer to the edge of the sofa, coincidentally pushing his cock into your foot. 

However, his focus wasn’t there. His target was your inner thigh, which he licked elegantly, suavely, before moving his mouth along you leg, gripping the hem of your left stocking with his teeth and slowly pulling at it, making the nylon roll down your leg, until it reached your calf. You lifted your leg for him, bringing your ankle and then your foot close to his mouth. He laid back against the sofa, the black sheer stocking dangling from his mouth as he stared at you and cocked an eyebrow teasingly. 

You giggled and squealed at the vision. 

“I hope my feet don’t smell.” You chuckled. 

He pouted. “You never really smell.” He said after letting the garment fall from his mouth. “Really. Your sweat never smells.” He said accompanying your leg down and picking up the other. “And I’ve made you sweat a lot. I would know.”

Again he grabbed your stocking with his teeth, tugging it harder this time, since it looked stuck to your skin. With your assistance, he pulled it all the way down, this time letting it fall straight away to place a kiss on the curve of your foot.

“You’ve got the prettiest little footsies.” He murmured. “They’re babylike. So soft. So small.”

“It’s your feet being exceedingly big. I’m medium sized.” You replied, placing both your feet on the floor.  

“Wow.” He said, staring at you. Now he had time to study the deep red silk slip you had been wearing under your dress, with its delicate white lace applications on your chest and on the lower hem. “I’m the luckiest man alive.”

You giggled, embarrassed before pulling a cocky move, slipping your hands under the silk gown and hooking your thumbs into the sides of your thong, wiggling your hips as you pulled it down and bent to Namjoon’s waist, tucking the accessory into the waistband of his sweatpants. 

“Now you’re the luckiest.” You said, grinning at him mischievously. 

He simply raised his eyebrows, mouth wide, perfectly still for a couple seconds before he leaned his head to the side, looking away, his lips curling up in the smallest smile, making eye contact with you and shaking his head. 

“Don’t think I forgot you being forty-eight minutes late.” He said, leaning forward as you placed your foot on his knee, parting your legs just enough to let him sniff at your wetness. 

“But Santa, dearest, I’ve been a good girl all year.” You said, placing your foot down again and pressing your hands to your lap, bending one knee slightly and letting your body twist a little, side to side. 

You looked like the sweetest, cutest little girl in Namjoon eyes, playing coy, acting shy, feigning innocence and conquering him with all your little charms. 

“And you’ve already brought me my gift. Wouldn’t it be cruel to take it away?” You asked, furrowing your brow and pushing your lower lip forward in the most adorable expression.

“Take your gift, then, darling.”

Your face sparked up, and you turned quickly, bending over to snatch your package. 

Of course Namjoon, with predatorial reflexes, leaned forward to sink his teeth into the round curve of your ass. 

You squealed and stood quickly, a bit surprised. “Joon!”

He simply wrapped his arms around you middle and placed you across his lap, making you sit there, your bent knee offering him the magnificent curve of your hip as he began rubbing the side of your leg. 

For a moment, your eyes closed and you snuggled into his warm, strong chest. “I’m sorry, I used your lotion.”

You sniffed him and melted, rubbing the side of your face against his shoulder. 

“You’re so… mhhhh.” You moaned, speechless.

His chest rumbled with a deep, silent laugh. “You like it, babylove.”

“I love you.” You replied, looking him in the eye.

He kissed your forehead sweetly. “I know, babylove. Open you gift, princess.”

You kissed him on the cheek, his dimple making a brief apparition before you focused on the ribbon, tugging at it gently, using your nails to undo the knots. 

“It’s Lace’s doing. The package.” You said, noticing the small details she always inserted on her special orders from the atelier. You had seen her fabricate the small treasures yourself. 

Namjoon snorted in surprise. “It is.”

“Is it lingerie?” You asked, beaming up and looking at him.

“No, Vixen, open your present.” He said, slightly frustrated as you took your time. Sometimes dealing with you could be a true test of patience for him. Still, he loved you more than everything. And dealing with a brat like you required patience. His best assets in taming you were patience, brains and ruthless gentleness. The more you lost your cool, the more he became icy in his stubbornness and determination. 

Your brow creased with curiosity as you ripped off the paper. The box underneath was plain white leather, designed like a jewellery box, but more curious, especially once you spotted the double crosses on the lid. 

Could it be…?

You looked at Namjoon and lifted the lid. 

Inside, the case was covered in black silk, and right there, laying on a small pillow,  you saw the fanciest, most elaborate toy you had ever set your sight on. 

“You like it, sugardoll?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your temple, looking at your face, studying your expression and trying to read your reaction. 

“Daddy?” You asked, turning to him, tilting your head to look at him properly. 

“Yes, doll?”

“Why was there Lace’s signature package on it?”

“I had it commissioned through her. She knows the artist.” He explained. “She made the package since I’m helpless at those.”

“You had it commissioned?” You asked, eyes wide in amusement.

“For you, yes. A candy cane for my sugar doll.” He explained, moving your hair out of your face. 

“Thank you, daddy.” You replied, politely and gratefully. 

“It’s okay, my love.” He said, his hand still rubbing your outer thigh while his free palm moved to your neck, his index finger moving your chin towards him, his lips landing on yours chastely. 

“It’s really, really pretty.” You said, moving your stare back to the box. 

“It was made for my pretty girl.” He said, running his nose against your cheekbone. “Would you like to try it?” 

You nodded.

He grinned. “Then I want you over my knees, little vixen.”

Obeying, you kneeled on the floor, the sofa low just enough that Namjoon’s thighs didn’t press painfully against your belly. 

“Are your knees safe, babygirl?” He asked, turning your face towards his. 

“Yes, daddy.” You replied obediently. 

“Good girl.” He praised you, taking the case from your hands and gripping the toy in his palm. 

He tried to relax and keep his erection from becoming too much of a bother. That could and would wait.

Placing the case down, he moved the toy in front of your lips. “You know what to do, little fox.” He said. 

Just like that, without even needing his command, you lolled your tongue out, covering the glass candy cane-shaped dildo in your drool with long, wide licks. A string of saliva fell on his clothed thigh while he observed the quick work of your tongue lapping at the tip shaped just like that of an actual cock. 

“You look so lovely, my little fox.” He said, caressing your hair off your face, fixing the mother of pearl hair-comb that held back your long locks from your face, holding it with two fingers, so delicately, trying not to break it as he pushed it back into your hair. “I can only imagine how many people were drooling for you tonight.”

You looked at him while he rubbed the tip of the toy against your mouth, your lips naturally parting and wrapping around the glass, becoming even fuller and plumper. 

He could barely resist himself as he looked at you, laying there, with your wide, innocent eyes, your lashes fluttering like feathery little wings, and your mouth, so dirty and sinful and absolutely lascivious. 

He yet had to understand your pure-depraved ratio. It was something he felt but couldn’t explain. 

And most of the time it was not one, nor the other that set him off, but rather the combination and absolute divergence of the two.

You bobbed your head slightly, still staring at him, and for a second he thought ‘what if it were not a toy, what if it were another man? What if i were holding him while she took him in her mouth, and she kept her eyes on me?’

You saw his nostrils flare, his chest expand, his whole posture becoming even more magnificent. 

You pulled the toy off your mouth. You bit your lip. “What are you thinking?”

“If it was another man in your mouth.” He admitted, caressing your ass through your silk slip, the smoothness of the fabric making the weight of his hand glide freely on your lower back before he lifted up the garment, exposing the curve of your ass, your slick folds. 

He massaged your naked skin, extremely glad that he was wearing rings only on one hand.

“I don’t want that.” You said, as soon as he made eye-contact with you. 

“What, Vixen?”

“I don’t want another man. Ever.” You said, and it wasn’t a praise, it wasn’t a lure, and it wasn’t flattery. “I only want you.” You said, your hand wrapping around his ankle as it was the only part that you could hold on to, his hands busy and your palms too small for his thighs and calves. 

He rubbed your ass a couple times. “Daddy would never allow anyone else, babylove.” His hand cupped your heat, his palm laying on the seam of your butt while his middle finger found your clit easily. He felt your wetness spread over his middle finger, coating it as he drew it between your labia. “You and I have something special, little fox. It’s only ours.” He kissed the top of your head. “You trust daddy?” He asked, his expression warm as he addressed you. 

“Yes, daddy.”

“Daddy will slip his finger in now, babylove. Would you like that?”

You nodded, again, “Yes, daddy.”

Slowly he drew his middle finger inside, one knuckle at a time. 

You purred as you felt him draw out slightly and turn his wrist, his digit finding your cervix and drawing its outlines. 

“Joonie...” You murmured, opening your mouth and stretching your neck to reach the toy. 

He toyed with you, placing it before your mouth and pulling it away just as your lips skimmed the material, repeating the taunt a few times, grinning as you turned and glared at him. 

“What the— Oh! Fu—!”

You said, ready to scold him but changing your mind as he added a finger inside, Shutting your mouth mid-swear. 

He thrusted his fingers hard. “I have told you many, many times, that when you’re naked in front of me you must never, ever swear, little one.” And he punctuated each word with a crook of his fingers, adding another as he murmured, very slowly, ‘little one’. 

You whined around the dildo, frowning as you writhed over his knees. 

“What do you say, Vixen?” He said, removing the toy. 

“Sorry, daddy.”

“Good girl.” He replied. “Do you think you’re stretched out enough for your toy, babygirl?” He asked, massaging his fingers slowly and delicately inside you. 

You nodded eagerly. “I want it, please daddy.”

“Such a polite little thing.” He cooed, removing his fingers, letting them hover over your ass, while he teased the glass tip over your slit, rubbing it up and down, letting the first inch in. 

“Oh, Joon—”

“Easy, darling.” He said, rubbing his thumb against your tailbone, keeping his wet fingers off your skin, trying to keep you as clean as possible while also trying to comfort you. 

“It’s big.” You said, digging your nails into his ankle. 

“It’s not that big, Vixen.” He said caressing your spine and letting the dildo sink into your heat while you hummed, focusing on every ridge of the toy, the spiraling swirls imitating the candy cane giving you a completely new sensation. 

Namjoon bent down to place a small kiss on the mole on your asscheek, sinking his teeth around it. “You have the most incredible butt in the whole universe, little thing.” He said, placing another small kiss on it. “So damn beautiful.”

“Daddy...” You cried out once he fed all of the shaft into you, leaving only the handle to hang out. 

“Careful now, baby fox.” He said as he gave the toy a slow twist, just like he had with his wrist before, twisting the hook of the handle toward your front, letting it brush against your clit. 

“Oh my god, Joon.” You whispered. 

“Relax, baby.” He cooed, raising his upper body and bringing his forehead to your temple. Next he brought his wet fingers to your lips. 

It felt obvious for you to open your mouth and let him place his fingers on your tongue. 

“Can you taste how sweet you are, ____? How fucking sweet your cunt tastes?” He asked. You let your tongue slither and slide through every crevasse between his fingers, where your taste hid best, and then you set your target on simply sucking, making sure that his fingers came out clean, only drenched in your drool. 

“I can never part from it.” He murmured, choosing that moment to take his digits away and turn your face so his tongue could caress your lower lip and entangle with yours, trying to steal the taste of you from your mouth. 

“I’m never letting another man have your mouth. Taste your sweet, precious pussy. Feel how fucking good it feels to move inside your tiny body. My pretty doll.” He praised you and reassured you possessively, his thumb rubbing your lips. 

“Daddy?” You called innocently.

“Yes, baby.” He replied, dragging his slippery fingers against your ass seducingly. 

“Would you please spank me?” You asked, batting your eyelashes at him. 

He raised his eyebrows before he wore a lopsided smirk that made his dimple pop up. “You’d like me to?” He asked, his voice decisively happy. 

“If you want to?” You replied, crossing your arms over his thigh and laying your head there. 

“Shall we go for sixteen, babe?” He asked, considering that he wanted to simply arouse you before he moved on to his actual goal. 

“Okay.” You replied, knowing that you could do better, but acting smart and restraining yourself from wanting more, not knowing how it would feel like with the toy.

“Count them for me?” He asked, patting your head, moving your hair aside. 

You nodded obediently before he lifted his hand, your eyes shutting, waiting for him to hit you, just before you felt his hand land on you softly, his stomach moving with a silent laugh after he tricked you. 

You pouted and looked at him and just like that he delivered the first smack, making you howl, your inner muscles clenching and moving the dildo just enough for it to tickle your clit.

He kept touching your hair as his hand pressed the toy into you. 

“One.” He said, pinching your ass, inviting you to count. 

He went on blow after blow, your ass slowly losing sensitivity to the rough impact of his thick rings on your skin. He got rougher at around smack four, when usually he gave you a bit more time before actually going at it hard. Anyway, a small part of your brain, not commanded by arousal and pain, understood and related to his urgency, especially considering how long he hasn’t been acting on the rock-hard cock begging for attention inside his sweats. At hit number nine, you realised his pattern, and how religiously he was sticking to it: smaking your ass, rubbing it for ten seconds, pressing the toy back into you after your inner muscles had pushed it out with the sudden stimulation of his spanks. And repeat

From number twelve, he went all out, trying to give it to you exactly the way you want it and need it. Harsh, merciless, torturously good. 

“Sixteen,” you called, exhausted as he fixed the toy inside, your ass burning under his touch, his other hand laying on your head, caressing it like you were nothing short of his pet. 

“Are you okay, babylove?” He called, bending to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe. 

“Yes, just...” You took your time. “It burns a tiny, tiny bit.” You said, trying not to worry him. 

And still he freaked out. “Okay, would you like your cooling gel? Cold pack? I tried to go easy but a—” 

“Stop worrying, big bear. I’m okay.” You said, patting his leg in a reassuring way. “But there’s something bothering me a little...”

“What is it, babe?” He asked, cupping your cheek, ready to reassure you. 

“What if instead of running away to grab my lotion, you just stayed here and used that fancy candy cane to make me cum?” You said. “I’m so close, I just need you to touch my clit a little, please, daddy!” You tried to convince him. 

Your hand stretched back, spreading over his beautiful chest and sliding down towards his crotch. 

Lovingly, he caught your hand in his, stopping it over his chest. “Anything you want, precious.”

He kept your hands trapped to his chest, keeping it still and grinning at you mischievously once you tried to slide it down toward his abs. However, the other one moved to your ass, his upper body leaning on it as he blew cold air on it. “I’m gonna twist it around,” he said, placing his hand on the handle and pulling it out just enough to turn the handle toward your ass. He brought your hand down, catching the other one too and placing them on your back, putting your wrists together, quickly grabbing the red satin ribbon you had unwrapped from your Christmas gift. 

“I’m simply going to tie it up like shoelaces, Vixen. No fancy business, I promise, but don’t tug at it. Do you understand, baby fox?”

“Yes, daddy.” You replied, staying still as you felt the delicate material against your wrists, his fingers making a quick bow out of the ribbon. 

“Is it okay, ____?” He asked, his voice telling you that it was Namjoon and not daddy talking to you. 

“Yup, all good.” You said simply. 

“Perfect. I just want you to cum as soon as possible, Vixen.” He said, getting to work between your legs. “Like this?” He asked, placing his digit at the apex of your labia, but needing your guidance in finding your clit. 

“Just a bit to the left.” You said. “My left.” You added, and he followed with microscopical movements, knowing he had found the right spot when he slid a tiny fraction downwards and you mewled his name, squealing. 

“There it is,” he said, wrapping his free hand around the handle of the dildo and thrusting with small movements inside you, making sure that you were still wet and that he didn’t hurt you. 

“Keep going with both.” You said, your brow furrowing. “I need...”

“Need to make it wet, sorry baby.” He said, moving his finger away from your clit and putting it in his mouth, tempted to slide it in with the toy, but too worried about messing up your climax. He immediately found your clit again, toying around it a little before finding the spot that made you tug at your wrists and arch your back, your hips starting to move on their own accord. 

“Like that, Vixen. Take what you need, baby.” He said, his arm a bit uncomfortable at the angle as he thrusted the toy inside you; nevertheless, he kept going, determined on seeing you come undone. 

Which happened, finally. Your mouth opened in a strangled cry before you pressed it to his clothed thigh, suppressing a scream. 

“That’s it, baby fox. Feels good?” He asked just as you writhed, trying to escape from his digit on your clit, quickly pushing you into overstimulation. 

“Too good.” You replied, turning your head to the side. “Stop, please.”

“You know the word, Vixen. ‘Stop’ ain’t getting you nowhere.” He said, feeling his dick twitch as you begged. 

“Mint.” You spoke softly into his leg, escaping his wicked ministrations. 

His hand moved away from your sensitive spot. 

“I want you.” You murmured. “I’m close, but I want to be near you.” You looked at him with your eyes barely open, your breath wild, your heartbeat wild against his leg. “Not like this.” You called, wiggling your fingers. 

He tugged the toy out, placing it on top of the ripped paper of the package not to mess the sofa, then pushed it out of the way. His fingers tugged at one of the strings, careful not to jam the knot. Soon your wrists were free and he helped you on your knees, raising your torso. 

“Easy, love.” He said, twining your fingers together as you stood up, making sure that you didn’t get dizzy by standing up too fast. 

Soon one of his hands let go of yours, his forearm wrapping behind your back and pulling you into him, making you kneel on the sofa. “Straddle my thigh, babygirl.” He said with a low, rumbling timbre. 

“Gonna mess your fancy Santa slacks.” You said, smiling confusedly. 

“We can wash them for next year.” He replied, his skin burning as your front connected with his. He pressed your hand into his, against his chest, pulling you closer as your wetness connected with his strong thigh. 

“I’m already close.” You said, nuzzling into his neck, under his jaw, kissing the small mole. 

“Really, uh?” 

“You stopped when I was on the edge, before, after the first.” You said, parting from his throat and looking for his lips with your eyes closed, your hips already rolling back and forth on him. 

“You’re a vision, babe.” He said, hitching your slip dress up, so he could look at your mound, at your hips, riding him as you ruthlessly chased your pleasure. “You were close close, uh?”

You nodded, sucking his lower lip into your mouth, his left hand sprawled over your left asscheek, gripping it and helping you ride him. 

“Yes,” you sibilated as you felt his nails sink into you. You arched your back even more, your movements turning into small circles once you felt his quadricep flex, your clit connecting fully with the satin of his trousers. “So good. I need— I love your thighs.” You said, rambling helplessly as your free hand went into his hair, tugging it gently and letting your fingers slide down, with a delicate scratch of your nails, running around his neck and jaw and touching his cheek, parting your face enough to look him in the eye, waiting a few seconds for your gaze to focus on him. 

“Mhmh,” he said, smirking, helping you quicken your pace. “I love you, babe.”

You nodded and tipped your head back, pleasure rolling down your spine, pooling at your core. 

With your throat right in front of his face, Namjoon bent forward, his lips zeroing in on the point where he could feel your pulse and focusing there, sucking and nibbling at your skin while your mouth opened in a whine that quickly turned into a thin mewl. His nails clawed at your ass, squeezing it tighter now that you were deep into your high.

He kept his mouth at your neck, a deep bruise blooming on your skin, parting from you only when he felt your hips slow down and halt. 

“It was the prettiest sound you’ve ever made on top of me.” He said, bringing your joined hands to his lips and kissing yours, his other hand letting go of you, soothing the skin he had manhandled so thoroughly. 

Your hand toyed with the messy locks of his hair before sliding down to his front, touching his skin feverishly while he hugged you to him.

You were tempted to stay in the warmth of his embrace as you kissed the skin of his pectorals. 

“I have a Christmas gift too.” You murmured, trying to untuck his face from your loose, wild hair. 

“Stay here. Ride me.” He said, his forearm flexing and squeezing you to his front. 

“Want you to open it first.” You said, nipping at his nipple, which convinced him to let you go. 

You quickly stood up and took a couple steps toward the Christmas tree, dipping your arm in and wincing as you felt the small synthetic needles prickle your arm. 

“You hid it in there?”

You looked at him and nodded, feeling for a small box with your fingers, cheering once you found it. 

You retracted your arm as quick as possible and sauntered towards him. 

“I didn’t do a nice package,” you explained, embarrassed. 

“What…?” He said as you kneeled between his parted legs. 

“We said stuff. On our trip.” You said, remembering your quick getaway. “But it was mostly you who did the talking.” You continued, looking down. “Now it’s my turn to speak.” Your eyes met his. “I’m gonna make an honest man out of you, someday.”

His lips turned into an ear-to-ear grin, 

“I’m gonna love you as much as my small body allows, and my heart will stop the day I stop loving you. I’m gonna give you a home.” You said, getting emotional as you saw a tear slide down his cheek. “And I’m gonna give you children.” You stretched to dry the small silvery droplet rolling down his face. “I’m gonna make a dad of you.” You said, parting from his face only long enough to open the small box. “But first I will introduce you to my parents.” You said. “My fun relatives and my boring ones too.” You looked at the thick dark wooden band lined in black tungsten. “All my annoying colleagues.” You arched your brows. “And the ones I like much better.” You broke down as you imagined what would come next. “I’d walk down the isle dressed in white for you.”

“Yes.” He said, not even letting you finish. “Yes. Yes, a thousand times yes, ____.” He was crying shamelessly by now, sliding down to the floor and hugging you to his chest. 

“I’d walk through hell with you. Hell would feel like heaven with you.” You said, sobbing. “And heaven would feel like hell without you. Marry me, Namjoon.”

“Yes, baby.” He said, kissing your forehead and your lips with both your faces wet with tears. “Put that damn ring on me, princess.” He said, parting from you and giving you his right hand. 

Completely excited, your hands trembled as you extracted the wide wooden band, put down the box and placed your hand under his, your forefinger and thumb sliding the ring into his finger. 

“You’re shaking, little fox.” He said, hugging you to himself, his eyes studying the ring as you disappeared into his chest, his chin propped on top of your head as his eyes perused the dark wood, protected by a thick layer of lacquer.

“I mentioned to my parents that I’d like to introduce you to them.” You said, shyly. “In January. As soon as you’re done with the shows and everything. I told them I would like to have dinner, all together.” You said, looking up at him. “We didn’t like… Choose a date or anything. I told them we could have dinner, a weekend or another.”

“I’d be honoured.” He said, smiling at you gently. 

You stared at him in silence for a couple seconds. 

He closed his eyes, steadying himself for what you were about to say, knowing that it would very likely be something completely inappropriate. That’s how you deal with stress. 

You licked your lips and giggled at his expression. You knew it so well. 

“Is it the wrong moment to say I want my fiancé to ram my stomach with his huge, thick, enormous and delicious cock?”

“You’re fucking filthy and adorable. Up,” He said, holding you by the waist as he helped you stand up and climb his body. 

Your arms wrapped around his neck and he held you up with his forearm while his hand dipped into his sweatpants. You mouthed at his jaw. “Please...” 

He groaned as he entered you slowly, making you slide down and onto him. 

“Feels perfect...” You whimpered as he held you still, breathing through his teeth. 

“It will feel even more perfect while I fuck my fiancée stupid on our bed.” He said, making his way to your room. “Merry Christmas, babe.”

“Is Santa gonna cum in my chimney?” You asked with an amused expression. 

He shook his head in disbelief and then wore a small smile. “Gonna stuff you like a stocking.” 

You squealed and giggled, “Merry Christmas, indeed.” 

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Sucre D’orge (M)

Banner : Courtesy of the horniest of the horniest aka Jacqueline @jaebeomsmullet​ !! Thank you !!! 

Title : Sucre D’orge (Candy Cane) Pairing : Lim Jaebeom x Reader  Words : 1773 Genre : Crack, smut, oral (male receiving), creepy innuendos, overall it’s kinda weird but when is it not when I write smut. Do not read if you’re underage.

Summary : Jaebeom said he would take care of the Christmas dinner and he is a man of honour. That is, until he forgets to get the dessert. 

AN : I know I’m late but here is the Jaebeom smut involving Candy Cane I mentioned a few decades days ago. Don’t judge me.

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Sucre D’orge

Jaebeom knew he felt lighter than he should have when he left the supermarket. Somewhere between the condiments and the vegetables, the thought of getting something sweet crossed his mind - very quickly but it did. 

He knew he should have rushed to the area especially made for Christmas delicacies but his eyes caught these amazing sausages on sale and all holiday thoughts left his mind. 

What can he do when he has the attention span of a goldfish.

So upon entering his place he knew he’d have to be creative. And creative he is, just not in the kitchen. He promised he would deal with it, that you wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing, that going to a restaurant was too bougie. 

Yet here he is, looking at the rotting box of cookies, all as hard as rocks all the while questioning his life choices.

You’re going to tell him that it doesn’t matter, but it does to him.

Jaebeom is a man of honour. If he says he can handle it, he has to handle it.

Rummaging through the pantry brings discoveries Jaebeom didn’t even know existed. None of these are useful enough to come up with a dessert and even if they were Jaebeom is quite doomed.

He has no idea how to bake. 

While preparing the food he thinks and thinks, eyes wandering the kitchen as he almost chop his fingers off. Time ticks and so are his nerves, not satisfied with the thought of messing up.

Maybe he should order a cake ? 

He has no idea what to do.

In one last attempt at finding something to do, his eyes fall on your baking box, the one containing all the decoration and useless things you buy online because it’s cheap. 

When he opens it, an idea comes up instantly. 

And Jaebeom is almost sure you’ll like it better than any other pastry out there.

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It’s been a long day. A day of dealing with unhappy customers and people rushing to get some last minute presents to put under the Christmas tree. The cold is freezing your bones and numbing your toes, making you rush faster toward your warm home, where Jaebeom assured you he was done and is currently waiting for you.

He is in charge of the Christmas dinner.

Maybe you’re wrong, but the last time you checked Jaebeom had only three recipes in his portfolio, all involving fried rice and stew. When he insisted on making dinner for such a festive occasion, you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him no, even though you were dying to try that new restaurant next to your workplace. 

You open the door and find nothing but silence, along with a neat table. The tablecloth is a deep red, along with golden decorations and it’s so unlike Jaebeom to be this delicate when it comes to anything food-related.

Your fingers scrape the soft material, amazed by the chandeliers and fairy lights adorning the plates and cutlery. 

He really did a good job. 

And by he you mean Jaebeom, who is nowhere to be seen. Knowing him, he’s supposed to be boasting right now, claiming he can do anything once he puts his mind to it.

But it’s silent, and if it wasn’t for the message you received less than ten minutes ago from him, you’d believe he was asleep.

Well, ten minutes are enough to knock him out anyways.

Carefully, you walk toward your bedroom, where the usually opened door it shut and you finally hear the soft tapping of the cats coming from the guest room.

He definitely locked them up in another room but for what?

You’re full of questions when you open the door, and while you’re expecting your boyfriend to be sleeping like a log after a full day of preparations, you find none of that.

Jaebeom is not asleep.

He is pretty much awake and lying on the bed, surrounded by candles and legs covered. Why is he not wearing a t-shirt ?

Most importantly, why is there a tiny tent under the thin sheet ? 

“I thought we’d have some dessert first.” Is all he says, ignoring your shocked face.

Jaebeom must be drunk.

It’s not like he isn’t into that sort of thing, but roleplaying and cringy talks are not part of his sex ritual. You understand he might feel the need to do something unusual as a Christmas gift.

You walk toward the bed, your hands busy as you’re removing your coat and when you sit on the bed he shifts, his lips red and cheeks not their usual colour. 

“Where do I start?” You try, eyeing him from head to toes, yet stopping on his middle part which is lifting the sheet so sweetly.

Jaebeom snorts, mildly offended. His hands find their way under his head “How about you kiss me first?”

You lift a brow at his request but still lean on the bed, lips now around his and he instantly becomes needy. His hands leave their spot to trap your head, holding you while his tongue licks your own.

Jaebeom lets you go when you moan into the kiss and leans back on bed, breathless.

“Before you lift the sheet, I’m extremely serious about this. So I swear if you laugh-”

“If I laugh? Why would I?”

When he doesn’t answer you grow curious and lift the said sheet, discovering something that makes you instantly freeze.

In front of you, what was lifting the sheet earlier is now out for your eyes to see. Jaebeom’s dick, unrecognisable, painted like a candy cane...

...with the tip wrapped around a red ribbon and leaking what surely is not sugar.

“Wh-ho-why...huh-” You stammer, head definitely not getting around what is going on.

Jaebeom makes a sound but is definitely too embarrassed to speak, so he just thrusts his hips in the air, signalling you to just go for it.

It’s shocking but not in a bad way. Jaebeom knows your bad taste when it comes to sex and even though he often allowed you to do whatever you wanted with him, he never went as far as transform his dick into a candy cane.

This is exactly what you’d call a Christmas miracle. You love it.

“That’s a cute candy cane…” You muse, kneeling on the floor while resting over the mattress. Your finger teases the ribbon just enough to add pressure around Jaebeom’s tip and he hisses, half-aroused and half-annoyed.

“I wonder what it tastes like. This is the dessert, right ?” You glance up at your boyfriend who is now gripping the bed with all his strength. 

Jaebeom nods, biting his lip yet not shy enough to look away despite his reddening cheeks. “How about you give it a lick and tell me?”

“I might just do that.” You conclude, fingers pulling on the ribbon to free his hard flesh. It left a mark but you’re quite sure Jaebeom didn’t hate it as much as he will tell you it did once this is over. “Look how thick…” You moan, grabbing his penis before rubbing it, smearing the edible paint and coating your hand with a mixture of sugar and pre-cum.

Jaebeom hisses when you suck on your fingers.

“Delicious. Where do they sell such awesome desserts…?”

“It’s a secret-” Jaebeom whispers, stopping when you rub him again. “don’t play with food, though…” He tries, making you smirk.

You nod, leaning more over the bed and until your lips are close enough to peck the hot flesh of his thigh, now trembling under your breath. He says nothing and lets you enjoy his skin, becoming obedient even when you spread his legs to move in between them. 

He almost hits his head against the wall when you open your mouth to suck on his balls. 

You’re taking that degustation theme a bit too far.

He is completely gone when you wrap your lips around his tip to give it a strong suck. He looks down only to find your lips painted in red and white and he feels himself leaking more strings of pre-cum into your mouth at the sight.

It has never been this hard to hold it in.

You rarely deal with such a submissive Jaebeom. He never lets you play for too long, his impatience enough to have him bend you over when he can’t take it anymore.

Today though he only moans and thrusts incredibly slowly. You love it, how he eases himself so sweetly, eyes stuck on the place where he disappears into your warmth and sighing at the feeling. 

You caress his skin to tickle his reflexes, nails dipping into the thin skin and scratching painted veins on his hard dick. Jaebeom takes the torture, making all sort of noises and inaudibly encouraging you. 

He is apparently praising you to have you unwind yourself on his dick once and for all. 

So when you finally decide to descend on him and swallow his dick wholly, he becomes a mess. 

You let him go with a smirk, your hand wiping the smeared paint mixed with saliva coating your chin. You look like the most gluttonous bitch out there.

“i’m such a sucker for sweets…” You say before dipping again. Jaebeom doesn’t have the time to answer before you lash out on him, ready to eat all that edible paint and everything else coming from him.

And he wouldn’t mind feeding you with his dick every time you’re hungry. 

You speed up and it suddenly is too much for him to handle. His penis is almost clean from the paint, which is now also all around his pubic hair and it’s going to be hell to clean but the orgasm is coming and Jaebeom doesn’t give a shit about anything else but the way he is going to fill your throat until you choke.

And cumming he does, thick ropes oozing out and landing on your chin and mouth while your hand is frantically milking him. Everything is blurry for Jaebeom but not your tongue, out of your mouth and collecting his semen.

It gets too sensitive when you don’t stop moving your hand and even after desperate whimpers, he finds you licking all the remains of his climax.

Jaebeom has no idea why he did this and you will probably make fun of his Christmas candy cane dick for the next decade but when he looks down he finds you, incredibly pleased.

You’re undressing yourself when you say what makes your boyfriend choke on air.

“How about the main course now ? I say stuffed turkey.”

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[peppermintquartz]

minific, Playroom!verse

TyRo; Ballins; Joestafa

nsfw

*

Tyler knows it's cheating, but hanging mistletoe above every doorway in his new house while Roman was out hasn't been the easiest task, not least because the doorways are tall.

Still, the payoff has been worth it.

Right now, Roman has his back pressed to the doorframe to the office, and Tyler is on his knees, Santa hat askew on his blond head. Roman's groaning in the most pornographic way, his hair wet from his shower and hanging partly in his face, and he looks devastatingly handsome.

Tyler hums appreciatively and sucks another inch of his boyfriend's dick into his mouth. He's gonna draw this one out. Four blowjobs in one afternoon probably is terrible for Roman's concentration, and he still has to prep Christmas dinner.

"Babe, please, I need to- ohh. Oh god, oh god oh fuck oh godohgodohgod-" Roman chokes on the last bit, pulling out too late, and comes over Tyler's lips, dirtying his face and dark blond scruff.

Tyler licks himself clean. Yes, mistletoe is a great idea.

Hey, no one said the kisses had to be on the mouth.

***

Finn hardly ever plays the piano, but he's playing it now, soothing Christmas carols singing out of the grand instrument. Seth listens, happy and snug and warm from champagne.

It's like a scene from a movie: Finn as beautiful as always in a black tux, clever fingers dancing over ivory keys; clusters of lit candles around the penthouse; the new sheepskin rug on the floor where Seth is sprawled, bound with red satin ribbon around his wrists and ankles, and a special collar with a bell lovingly put on earlier before dinner.

Once Finn is done with "Oh Holy Night", he joins Seth on the rug and sets down his own glass of champagne on a silver tray. Running his right hand over Seth's lower abdomen, his knuckles brushing over the younger man's cock, the Irishman purrs, "What else does my sweetheart want to hear tonight?"

***

Mustafa doesn't celebrate Christmas, obviously, so Joe doesn't bother either, though he does give the girls the night off. He opens the bar for most of the evening, regardless. Someone's always in need of a drink in peace for a bit, before they go off doing whatever lowlifes do.

"See ya, Joe. Merry Christmas," says Viktor, tugging on his beat-up coat. He's the last to leave, so once he's gone, Joe pulls down the shutters and turns out the lights.

He then goes upstairs after cleaning and locking up. Mustafa has spent the day volunteering at a children's hospital, so Joe supposes he's asleep.

Mustafa is not asleep. He's in bed, naked, legs spread, and an array of new sex toys laid out neatly at the foot of the bed.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy," says Mustafa.

"You don't celebrate it," Joe says, though he admires the view anyway.

The younger man shrugs. "I figured, if I need an excuse to give presents..." He winks at his boyfriend. "Besides, I'm fairly sure I'm on the nice list this year."

Joe grins and pulls off his shirt. "Well then. Nice boys should be rewarded." He picks up a candy cane striped ball gag. "Let's start with this."

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[sero-sphere]

L.O.V Christmas Party

Warnings: Alcohol comsumption, swearing and dildos?

Word Count: 1,900

Really just wanted to write a soft shiggy, but here we are with this crack fic. ( League of Villians x f reader)

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A Christmas party? For villains? It was a bad idea, but yet here you were wearing an ugly Christmas sweater and Santa hat. Toga was in charge of decorating and you had to admit she did a good job, but there was fucking glitter everywhere. You peered down into your drink and held it up to the light, only to see it glisten as you swished it around.

“Ah tis’ the season I guess” You said to Spinner who was looking at you like you were crazy for even drinking that.

“You act like that’s the worst thing you’ve ever seen me do…. We were literally just out on a mission together.”

“Yeah I guess you’re right” and with that Spinner took off to the bar. Your eyes followed him as he passed the pile of shittly wrapped gifts in the center of the room,that were for a game of yankee swap later. You could only imagine the gifts that everyone had picked out. You then glanced over to the bar where you noticed a bunch of food set up. “I really hope there’s pie” you mumbled to yourself as you made your way over.

"Hey where did we get all this, it looks fucking amazing!" "I compressed a catering truck, sweetie...." Compress looked over to you, admiring your outfit. He himself was wearing a Christmas sweater, along with his usual mask and hat. "Nice dude! Those poor people!" Twice interjected before you had a chance to reply. He was in a Santa suit, minus the beard and hat. Instead of a Santa hat, he was wearing an elf’s hat in its place.You figured it was probably just his way of expressing himself. You pretty much pushed him out of the way when you saw what was directly behind him on the table.

“Oh, this pie is delicious!!” Your voice was barely understandable as you shoved a whole piece of the pecan pie into your mouth, filling up your cheeks like a chipmunk. Compress and Twice were staring at this point.

“Would you guys stop, I just really like pie ok?” You said while you were still chewing, making yourself look like an even bigger dumbass by talking with all that food in your mouth.

“So conceited, like I would be looking at you. You look so cute let me pinch em’!” Twice smirked as he made a pinching motion at your cheeks with his left hand, and pointed directly behind you with his right.

“No, we’re really not looking at you, don’t worry.” Mr. Compress nodded and suggested for you look over your shoulder. You turned around and came face to face with Tomura. You nearly choked when you noticed what he was wearing.

“Oh hi!!” You managed to whisper to the boy who was standing no less than half a foot away from your face. A Santa hat with thick white fur sat on the top of his head. You followed the tip down to where it hung over his shoulders. His hands were in his pockets instead of scratching at his neck for once. In place of his usual black shirt, he was wearing a thick, red knit, turtle neck sweater. It bunched up perfectly around his face.

“Hey, we match…I guess” His hand left his pocket and gestured to the hat you forgot you were even wearing at this point.

“That’s cute, I’m going to be sick.”  Twice scoffed.

“I’m going to go get a drink, you guys want one? Just kidding, I know you all do, I’ll be right back.” You left the three of them together as you made your way across the party to get some more drinks. You had to get away before you embarrassed yourself. Shigaraki was looking just too nice in his Christmas attire and you knew your drunk self couldn’t behave.

Kurogiri was tending the bar per usual.

“Gimme something that just screams ‘holiday season’ please sir.” You grabbed a candy cane from the table and started to unwind it from the plastic as he handed you some nasty eggnog drink. “Ugh really. Maybe something else?” You could have sworn you saw what you thought was an eye roll but you weren’t sure, could he even do that?

“Better?” Kurogiri passed you a red, but somehow still glittery drink. You took the candy cane out from your mouth and tasted it.

“Yes, thank you! Two more please.” Once the drinks were made you plopped the candy cane back in your mouth and carefully grabbed all 4 glasses at once and started off towards everyone else.

“Hey Shiggy, you want this eggnog? It’s gross so you'd probably like it.” You handed him the drink as you put the others down on the table for everyone else to grab.

“It’s probably not bad, Eggnog is pretty good. Especially if its’ got whiskey or bourbon in it…” a voice behind you spoke up.

“Dabi!!”  You trapped him in a hug immediately.

“Calm down doll, I’m not that special” Dabi leaned over and wrapped an arm around your waist, dragging you closer to him. He, like the party pooper he was, wore his regular clothes, nothing Christmas about him. It wasn’t new for him to be handsy either, he was touchy feely with pretty much everyone.

Shigaraki took a sip and nodded in agreement with Dabi.

“He really likes that?”  You thought to yourself. “Whatever tickles his pickle….oh god what have I done. Now I can’t stop thinking about his…”

“Y/n? You alright? Your face is bright red, it looks like you’re about to…” Dabi teased. You spoke up before he got to finish.

“I’ll be fine, I’m going to find Toga! I wanna tell her what an awesome job she did giving everyone craft store herpes!” You heard a few laughs as you took off in search of her. She was sitting on a love seat by the fire place chatting with Spinner. You went over to join her. She was wearing an oversized Christmas sweater and reindeer ears. She looked like a little kid.

After a few minutes of chatting she got up leaving the reindeer ears she was wearing behind. Dabi swiftly replaced her spot beside you.

“What’cha got there doll?”

“Hmmm, let me show you!” You reached over as he leaned closer to you, allowing you to put the ears on him.

“Ohh, he is just soo cute!!” Toga exclaimed. She was skipping back over towards the two of you, with a plate of goodies in her hand.

“That pie is to die for, ugghhhhhmmm” You moaned as you thought about having another slice….this would be your… what, third piece? You couldn’t remember, wait why couldn’t you remember? Oh right, the alcohol. How many drinks have you had at this point? Why couldn’t you remember that either? Oh right, because you were thinking about Shigarakis pickle and needed something to distract you.

Now,here you were, thinking about Shigarakis dick for the 2nd time tonight. Not that you hadn’t thought about it before, but now that you were this drunk it was dangerous.  Between all the drinks, and your thoughts, you were hot. Very hot. Dabi sitting so close didn’t help either, with his quirk and all. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, so you decided to take off your Christmas sweater, leaving you in nothing but the skimpy red tank top you had on underneath.

Shigaraki, who was sitting by the bar watched your every move. He even watched as you skipped along to kiss Toga under the mistletoe. His stares were interrupted when Dabi, who had also moved from his seated position, crept to the bar where Shiggy was, for another drink.

"You know you can do more than just stare at her, right? Like maybe you could even go and give her a gift...."

“I mean, I could…but why? Christmas is stupid.” He tried to play it off like it wasn’t a great idea.

“Yeah it is.” Dabi groaned in agreement.  “but she's drunk as fuck, and probably hasn't gotten a Christmas gift...like ever. I don’t even know why I'm giving you advice… but man you look like a creep just staring at her all night.”

Dabi handed him another drink for encouragement and sent him on his ‘merry’ way.  As Tomura walked over towards you, he took a pit stop to swipe the first gift he saw from the huge pile of gifts in the center of the room. “eh, this will be fine I guess”......

“Hey, I caught someone trying to steal your sweater before so I gave it to Kurogiri to hold on for you.” He said grabbing your attention.

“Oh thanks, I kinda forgot about it…what’s that?” You pointed excitedly to the gift he had in his hand. There was no way it was for you, was it?  You watched as he handed it to you without even saying a word.

“It’s for me? Aw, thanks Shiggy, you shouldn’t have. I can’t even remember the last time I got a gift on Christmas….can I open it?” You said all too eagerly. Normally you would have been more humble about him giving you a gift, but you had drank too much to feel even the slightest bit of embarrassment tonight.

“Uhm, now? Are you sure?” Tomura admittedly didn’t even know what it was. What if it was something dumb and you hated it? He would have to come up with some reasoning for why he’d picked it out. He’d rather you wait, but he heard himself speak up.

“Yeah of course.”  What the fuck, he thought for sure he was going to tell you to wait, but he just said yes? He silently cursed himself as he watched you tear apart the gift, which he just now realized was wrapped with a little too much tape. Little bits were getting stuck all over you, so you jumped around a bit to try and shake them off. He couldn’t help himself as his gaze drifted down to your chest, almost zoning out. Watching as they jiggled slightly with every wave of motion. He didn’t even notice that you had successfully unwrapped the present, and were now staring up at him giggling.

“How’d you know! That’s just what I wanted!!! I mean like, I have been thinking about it all night.”

He glanced down at the gift in your hands, thankful that you actually liked it, and his stupid associates hadn’t picked out anything awful. Then he saw just what it was. Leave it to them to fucking pick this out. It was a big, pale blue, dildo. Almost exactly the same color of his hair. He was eternally screaming at this point. Since when did they make dildos in this shade? Why would someone buy that? He didn’t know what to do until he thought back to what you just said.

“Wait you said you were thinking about this all night?”

………………………………………………………………

“Yeah, were going to be one gift short, Shigaraki already swiped one, per my advice” Dabi stated as he was sitting down to start the game with everyone.

“Where is he anyway?” Toga chimed in. “And Y/N, haven’t seen them in a while”

“Who cares? I’m worried!” Twice roared from his seat beside Toga.

It wasn’t until they got the last of the gifts open that Spinner spoke up.

“Wait, I brought something hilarious, why haven’t any of you spoken up yet?”

“Dabi, said Tomura already took a gift for Y/N-chan remember…” Toga teased on.

Spinner put two and two together, and decided to let everyone else in on his gag gift. They all found it hilarious. Twice was rolling around on the floor almost in tears.

Yourself and Tomura decided to sneak back into the party at this point. Everyone was still laughing when you guys made your way in.

“What’s so fucking funny?” Tomura grumbled, startling everyone and making them jump.

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[cockslutpadalecki]

Family Business

Summary: The Winchester men have their wicked way with Y/N.

Characters: Sam x Dean x John x Reader (no Wincest).

Words: 319.

Warnings: foursome, double penetration, anal sex, oral sex (male receiving), daddy kink.

A/N: Who wouldn’t wanna get fucked by all of them at the same time? Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. Re-posting as Tumblr decided this was “adult content” (which it is... but y’know). Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.

“No Dean, fuck her slow.” John’s voice cuts through the sound of Dean’s balls slapping against the curve of your cheeks while his cock fills your ass.

“Make her beg for you to fuck her harder.” You look to the corner of the room where John sits - his hand clasped around his shaft, leisurely stroking it intermittently as he watches his sons defile you in ways you’d only ever dreamed of.

Sam and Dean continue to obey his orders - as one pulls out, the other thrusts in and you find yourself screaming out as your eyes lock with John’s. He stands slowly, his thick dick already slick with pre-cum as he paces towards the three of you. He almost looks pleased with himself as he reaches you, his erection centimetres from your face and you ache to choke on it.

“You should see yourself baby,” He soothes stroking hair off your face as he cups your chin, “Dean’s shredding your ass and by the looks of it, Sam’s destroying that little cunt of yours too. Aren’t they good boys doing what I tell them?”

You nod helplessly as John’s grip tightens around your chin.

“Answer me!”

“Ye-yes!”

“Yes what?”

“They’re good boys, such good boys Daddy.” You whimper breathlessly.

“That’s my girl.” He mutters softly, patting the top of your head before edging his cock past your lips. He doesn’t wait for you to be ready - he simply starts to fuck your mouth hard and fast and you gag each time his tip catches the back of your throat. He grips your head tight between his palms holding it still as his thrusts sync perfectly with that of his kin.

“Now fuck her like she deserves boys.” John growls and as if on cue, their paces quicken until the orgasms that follow send you hurtling into a pit of bliss so otherworldly, you almost lose consciousness.

***

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[gaystuartlittle]

Masterlist!

Last updated: 2/9/20 Works: 23

First off, here's my ko-fi! Feel free to send me a cup of coffee if you enjoy my work! As a broke ass college student, it is greatly appreciated!!

Also, I'm always accepting fic requests! I love getting prompts, so please shoot me an ask!

Multi Chapter

move in, mess my place - ao3 (words: 33,998 - rating: E)

Stan motions to the two new guys in the room. Eddie doesn't even have time to focus on Bill, because he's too distracted by the lanky boy sprawled out across his bed. With his dark curls and pale skin, it's undeniable. It's the guy from last night."Well, hello there, princess." Richie says with a smirk, and Eddie can feel the flush in his cheeks. Fuck.

i'm so impatient when you're not mine - ao3 - sequel to move in, mess my place (words: 32,048 - rating: E)

He wished he could have been more emotional, more vulnerable with Eddie. He wished he hadn't run away just when things were getting good. They could have stuck it out, made it through the summer. They could have called and texted and video chatted and wrote letters and any other thing, too. Richie wished they had.

embrassez-moi, s'il vous plaît - ao3 (words: 10,251 - rating: E)

When Eddie looks up, Richie is watching him intently, really listening to what he has to say. He looks gorgeous as he focuses on Eddie's words. He finds himself fighting the urge to kiss him, which would be inappropriate. This is his job for crying out loud. He can't just go kissing the person he's tutoring, even if he is the most beautiful human Eddie has ever laid his eyes on.

let's pretend - ao3 (words: 18,615 - rating: E)

"See, now we could easily solve this problem with you just pretending to be my boyfriend for the weekend for this wedding. I don't actually know how it solves your problem, but it does solve mine! And then we would be living in a rom-com," Richie joked.

"Okay," Eddie says. His casual response makes Richie do a double take.

baby, the streetlights are calling us *WIP* - ao3 (words: 2,901 - rating: T)

There were a few new faces, but he had been in classes last semester with a good deal of the people. Some of them he didn't know in person, but he recognized from instagram. His eyes landed upon this one boy, sitting on the other side of the room and talking with the people around him.

He looked so familiar, but Richie couldn't figure out from where he knew him. While he was looking, he couldn't help but think about how cute the boy was. He was trying to remember his name when Bev leaned over and whispered, "You've got heart eyes already, Tozier."

"I think I'm in love with that kid over there," Richie said, nodding his head in the direction of the nameless boy.

Oneshots

all i really ever want is you - ao3 (words: 2,102 - rating: E)

richie and eddie are just both so headass for each other, and finally they both realize it.

a christmas gift - ao3 (words: 1581 - rating: E)

“Please tell me you aren’t searching my room for where I’ve hidden the presents” + “You invited how many people over for Christmas dinner??” + “Just how much eggnog have you had?”

make me scream for this - ao3 (words: 3,041 - rating: E)

"Can't miss my flight, Eds. You said it yourself," Richie replies with a grin, leaning down to kiss Eddie's forehead. And now Eddie feels like he's going to burst because his dick is so hard, and he can never make himself come the same way Richie can. The thought of his own hand is barely enticing, but that doesn't even matter, because just as Richie is about to open the door, he turns back around and brings his lips to Eddie's ear, whispering, "And don't you fucking come while I'm gone. I'll know, and then you won't be coming for another week."

god in jeans - ao3 (words: 2,041 - rating: T)

Give me more of your love I believe in Heaven above Come and give me life Show me what it’s like to fall into your arms

Ask Prompts (found on ao3 here)

“I hope you choke on that watermelon seed” (words: 999 - rating: M)

“I said no more dogs, and what did you do?! GOT ANOTHER FREAKING DOG” (words: 1000 - rating: T)

“I don’t want to hear your excuse. You can’t just give me wet-willies.” + “I locked the keys in the car.” (words: 1151 - rating: T)

"normally i'd say no, but i'm on my 14th candy cane, so why not?" (words: 761 - rating: G)

"secret santa is bullshit" (words: 1049 - rating: T)

“You didn’t really think I’d let you spend Christmas alone, did you?” + “Tell me what you want for Christmas” (words: 965 - rating: G)

nerd!richie/jock!eddie (words: 915 - rating: T)

phone sex with mean dom richie (words: 858 - rating: E)

double penetration (words: 658 - rating: E)

jealous/possessive richie (words: 1446 - rating: E)

daddy kink/overstimulation (words: 1453 - rating: E)

touch starved eddie (words: 741 - rating: M)

whiskey dick (words: 802 - rating: E)

sugar daddy richie (words: 1213 - rating: E)

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