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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year

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𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂… 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, oral sex, sex, stalker behaviour, breeding kink, maybe a bad pun?, human reader, santa male, reader may be a bit of a whore, but I can't blame her, slight angst, slight fluff, maybe a bit of kidnapping? (but, like... what's really considered kidnapping? especially if it's by ari)

18+ only please, christmas present for you all but mostly for @royalsweetteaa, the gif and header aren't mine. merry christmas!🎅🏻

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

You scurry around the kitchen, whipping yourself up a hot chocolate. The past few weeks have been… Interesting, to say the least, from having the cutest little men accompany you to a giant monstrous man devouring you. Your mind was fuzzy, wondering if you’ll ever see them again. Grabbing your drink, you slowly make your way to your lounge room, prepared to watch one of your favourite Christmas movies.

Your mind is too focused on not spilling your drink that you don’t notice the older man sitting in your chair. His legs spread, thighs and bulge straining against his red pants. Darkened blue eyes glare at your small form as you walk in his direction. Ari’s hand lifts to his thick greying beard, wondering if you will ever look up. Not that he will complain if you sit on his lap and tell him what you want for Christmas. “I never expected your favourite Christmas movie to be How The Grinch Stole Christmas” A charming grin makes its way onto Ari’s face when he watches you jump slightly. Your head snaps up, and you stare at him with wide eyes. Your grip is tightly wrapped around your cup, ensuring the liquid doesn’t spill.

Your eyes take in his tight red and white outfit, subconsciously licking your lips as your eyes trail down his body, loving how it fits his form perfectly. Your brows furrow as the pieces begin to fit together, the outfit, the greying beard, the red hat with a white pom pom on top. Your eyes slowly move back up his body before connecting with his blue ones. “You’re Santa?” You slowly place your drink down, becoming curious about the man you swear you’ve seen before.

Ari chuckles, leaning back into the chair. “Mmhm, and you’re my little hoe… hoe… hoe.” His joyous chuckle fills the room at his pun, and you giggle as well, feeling your heart warm at the sound of his laugh. A small smile takes place on Ari’s face as the laughter dies down, and his large veiny hand pats his thigh. “Come sit and tell Santa what you want for Christmas.” Ari watches you hesitate, worrying your lip as you think. “Unless you want to be named Naughty.” Slowly he moves to stand, but a loud humph escapes him when you land roughly onto his lap.

You look up at Ari, eyes slightly fluttering as his warmth seeps into you. A calming feeling washes over you as you take in his scent. The smell of Christmas fills your nose, warming your insides. “Now, what’s a little girl like you want for Christmas? I mean… It shouldn’t be a lot seeing as you’ve had my elves and even the big bad Grinch.” Ari’s grip tightens on you.

Your cheeks turn rosy pink, and you stare at him with wide eyes, chewing on your bottom lip as you try to think of an explanation. “I can explain… I… They…” Your brows furrow as you begin to pout, not knowing what to say.

Ari grins as he watches you struggle, pulling your small body closer to his larger form. “Don’t worry about it, darling. Now, what do you want for Christmas?” Ari rests his chin on your shoulder, his eyes slowly closing as he takes in your sweet scent, humming as he waits for a response. Ari can feel you begin to squirm against his throbbing member, holding back his groan as you continue. His thumb rubs the exposed skin on your hip, “hmm? I am Santa. I can get you anything your heart desires. All you have to do is tell me.”

You relax into his body, feeling anxious about what you really want. “I… I want to be loved… and not just for one night but for eternity.” Both you and Ari can feel your heart speed up, how your breath hitches after you’ve spoken of what you truly desire. “B–But… If that’s too hard, I would like a pet. Nothing too big, maybe just something small.”

Ari’s breath against your neck sends shivers down your body, “I think I can do both, but only for you.” He spins you around in his lap, causing you to face him. “But, for the first one. You do have to give yourself over to me. It’s the only way it’ll work.” Ari stares at you with his big blue eyes, his gaze flickering down to your plump lips as a soft smile spreads across your face, your head nodding rapidly.

“I’ll do anything!” Tears are brought to your eyes as you think of finally getting your wish. No longer will you be alone or unwanted. You give Ari a bright smile when he grins at you, his hand coming up and resting on your cheek while his thumb strokes it. Subconsciously grinding down onto the large bulge in his pants, feeling the pool of slick building between your legs.

“Anything?” You nod again. Ari smirks at how eager you are. “Will you keep Santa warm even after I’m done breeding you?” The nod you give sends shocks of pleasure straight to his thickening cock, the member nearly breaking through the material as he hardens. Ari lifts you slightly, pulling his cock free before settling you back onto his lap. A grunt leaves him when your soaked core touches him, “Aren’t you a naughty girl, wearing nothing underneath this whole time while sitting on a stranger’s lap? You were expecting this, weren’t you?” The shy look you give him answers his questions.

Biting your lip, you slowly begin to rub yourself against him. Soaking Ari’s giant cock, soft moans escape you when his thick mushroom tip hits your swollen clit. “Please, Santa! I’ve been a good girl!” A scream falls from your lips when Ari thrusts himself deep inside, not giving you any time to adjust as he grips your hips and fucks you down onto his cock. Your head falls back, eyes rolling to the back, mouth hanging open. “F–Feels good! So good! Please!”

Ari growls, his eyes fluttering as he feels your juices soak his pants. His hips thrust rapidly, hitting your sweet spot perfectly as his heavy sacks tighten. “Good fucking girl! You’re so fucking tight!” Quickly standing, Ari continues to fuck into you as he lies you down on the couch. His large form covers you as he pounds deep inside your tight little hole. The girth of his cock stretches you perfectly. “You feel so good, darling! You’ll forever be mine once I fill you up!” Ari buries his face into your neck, planting kisses and marks along your flesh. His grunts and your moans fill the room, and the feel of your walls fluttering around him causes Ari to bite down on your neck before he grunts into your ear. “You’re going to carry my children! Walking around the North Pole, swollen and glowing!”

“Everyone!” thrust “will!” thrust “know!” thrust “your!” thrust “MINE!!” With a rawr, Ari’s hips stutter roughly into you, his balls tightening, and his chest heaves as he cums deep inside your cunt. Spurts of warm white cum shoot out of his swollen tip, overfilling your womb. He continues to thrust until your back arches, walls squeezing and milking his throbbing member as your orgasm hits hard, your sweet juices squirting out of you and soaking his uniform. Ari falls onto you, trying to catch his breath as you wrap your tiny arms around his muscular body. He pulls back and looks deep into your eyes with a dazed smile. “You’re my good girl, understand?”

“Yes, I’m your good girl.” He slowly pulls out of you before moving down your exhausted body, opening your legs so that he can see his cum leak out. He groans, his thick fingers moving closer to your quivering hole and pushing it back inside. He leans forward and takes your swollen clit between his lips, beginning to suck. His fingers thrust and curl as he laps at your cute little button. “Santa! Oh! Fuck!” A slap fills the room, and your back arches as pain and pleasure shoot through your cunt and up your spine.

“Bad girl! No swearing!” He growls into your cunt, burying his face deep into your sweet honey pot. “You taste so fucking sweet! I get why my elves and The Grinch are so fucking obsessed!” His tongue and fingers move fast against your sweet cunt, and the groans that leave his lips add extra vibrations to his movements, causing pornographic screams to escape you. When Ari curls his fingers into the correct spot, black spots cover your vision as your back arches, your eyes roll back, and your juices squirt out of you and directly into Ari’s mouth. He groans as he drinks your sweetness up, not missing a spot.

Ari pulls back, sitting on his legs as he looks at you. His greying beard is covered in your juices, and his hat has fallen off, causing his long hair to stick to his sweaty forehead. His darkened eyes peer down at your blacked-out form, a smirk making its way onto his face as he glances down at your puffy red pussy. Standing, Ari fixes his uniform, tucking his cock back in and snapping his fingers, causing himself to look as good as new before he looks around the room. With a wave of his hand, everything in your house disappears. Ari leans down, picking you up bridal style before disappearing back to the North Pole. As you both appear in his bedroom, he lays you down onto his soft, red and green silk sheets and glances down at you with a soft smile. “I can’t wait for you to be full with my children.” Ari gently kisses your forehead, and his hand comes up and strokes your cheek. “Welcome home, Mrs Claus.”

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hawkins-losers · 1 year

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STRANGE-MAS DAY 4 | Steve Harrington x Byers!Reader

Summary: Steve drives all the way to California to surprise his girlfriend for Christmas

Word count: 0.7k

Request: Surprise guest with Steve please?

A/N: I completely forgot to post this in December...I’m sorry

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This year would be your first Christmas away from Hawkins — away from Steve — and your first Christmas as a big family. It was also El's first Christmas, so your mother wanted to do things big and give her the best first Christmas she could.

Jonathan had gotten a decent-sized tree for the living room — a fake one since California trees are expensive —, Will had painted special baubles with everyone's name on them to personalize the tree, and Joyce had spent all of her free time in the kitchen, cooking and working her ass off to unfreeze the turkey in time for Christmas dinner. After three hours, she was still hard as a rock.

‘’I don’t get it. The woman at the grocery store said if I put it in cold water it would unfreeze fast,’’ Joyce complained with confusion and frustration, poking at her turkey.

‘’We can eat it tomorrow, Mom. It’s fine,’’ you told her, trying to relieve the pressure and stress she put on herself for this holiday. ‘’Jonathan can pick us a pizza and—’’

‘’No!’’ your mother interrupted. ‘’It’s Christmas Eve. We will eat turkey for dinner.’’

You didn’t say anything in return, the combination of stress and self-infliges pressure playing with her patience. Now you know where you got your stubbornness from.

‘’El and I will make the cookies while you work with the turkey,’’ you said, calling El over to help you.

Decorating cookies was your favorite Christmas tradition — beside decorating the tree, of course. You’ve always made them by yourself, but now that El lived with you, you can continue the tradition with her. She wasn’t very great at the decorating part, but she was a cookie cutting expert.

‘’The icing on mine is all wobbly and…bad looking,’’ El said, comparing her cookies to yours.

‘’They’re made with love and that’s all that matters,’’ Joyce told her with a motherly smile, still struggling with her turkey.

‘’I don’t think anyone will care what they look like when they eat them,’’ you added with full honesty. ’’My cookies didn’t look good when I started either. You’re doing great, El.’’

She smiled, taking a knife-full of blue icing for her snowflake shaped cookie. ‘’Thanks. Do you think I could keep some for Mike? He is coming on the 27th—’’

The brunette was cut mid sentence by the doorbell ringing through the house, causing all of you to frown. You weren't expecting anyone.

‘’Jonathan, Will! Can one of you get the door, we’re all busy,’’ you called to your brothers.

None of them moved a finger, watching Dr. Seuss’s How the Grinch stole Christmas on the couch.

With a sigh and flour on your pants, you abandoned your and El’s cookie decorating station and went to the door. When you opened it, you thought you were hallucinating. Standing before you, in a red sweater and tight jeans, was Steve Harrington, coming all the way from Hawkins to surprise you.

You were too stunned to speak as your eyes filled with tears. He had called you a week ago to tell you that there were no plane tickets available in time for Christmas and that he was working on New Year's eve and therefore couldn’t come.

‘’Merry Christmas, my love,’’ Steve said with a grin, breaking the silence.

With blurry eyes, you threw your arms around him and Steve caught you with ease, hugging you tightly. God, you had missed him.

You hadn’t seen him since you moved out of Hawkins in late July. You spoke on the phone many times, but it wasn’t the same as seeing him — or touching him. The hoodie and shirt you had stolen from him no longer smelled of Steve. Only of you.

‘’You're really here?’’ you murmured into your boyfriend’s shoulder, clinging to him for dear life.

Steve hummed, tightening his hold to prove he was real. ‘’It was the longest car ride of my life, but seeing you at the finishing line makes it more bearable.’’

It was cheesy, but you missed him so terribly that you didn’t care. You were just unbelievably happy that your boyfriend was here, in California.

He put you down and you pulled him inside the house, closing the door with a bang. ‘’Mom! Mom, come here!’’ Everyone’s ears were probably hurting from how loud you were, but you couldn’t contain your excitement.

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