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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Another Lonely Christmas

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 1.5K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. Fluff, ANGST, Captain kink, commitment phobia, snowball fight, oral sex (m receiving), flashbacks.

A/N: This is my contribution for the Soulful Hoeliday Collective created by @geminixevans @fineanddandy @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger, @jamalflanagan, @sunshinexsin, & @afriendlyblackhottie!

The song choice of Another Lonely Christmas x Prince is one of my absolute faves. I’ve been singing it all day. I’ve also been feeling angsty lately, so sorry, not sorry. Hope you enjoy! Let me know by liking, commenting, and reblogging.

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December 2018

Last Night, I spent another Lonely, Lonely Christmas…

Steve missed you.

He blew it, he knew it. And as soon as he did it he realized it. He had to make it right.

Steve had blown up at you for no reason, and flown away on the quinjet with no word of where he was going.

You were talking marriage, and Steve just couldn’t commit. It was your second Christmas together, or was supposed to be, and your expectations had flown sky high. But he’d launched them there.

December 2017

Steve was pulling you down 5th Avenue looking into jewelry shop windows after ice skating at Rockefeller Center. You stopped in front of Tiffany's, looked up, and poked him in the chest. He looked down on you with a goofy smile, amused.

“If we are really gonna get married, Rogers. No diamonds. I want a sports car.”

The snow was falling down over your poof of hair and your woolen satin lined headband. Your dimples were deep in your face as you smiled at him. A more beautiful Christmas angel he’d never seen.

“Baby, you’re much too fast already. You don’t need a sports car.”

You pouted, ran into the park and back with a snowball, and Thwack! You hit him in the face. He chased you back to the park and you let him catch you, so you could roll around in the snow with him.

Steve smiled so hard that day that his cheeks hurt, and the hot chocolate that you made him in the Manhattan safe house, with the fire roaring in the fireplace hit the spot. You two wanted to be alone and as everyone was partying at the tower, this was the perfect place.

You were warming your hands by the fire in between taking sips of the steaming hot beverage which you’d spiked with Bailey’s. Steve watched you shiver by the fire, waiting to hear his signal.

You gave him a side eye.

“I’m coolllldddd!”

Steve grinned and joined you, picking you up and rewrapping you and he both in the blanket you wore over your underwear in front of the fireplace.

Within a few seconds, you were toasty, Steve’s super soldier body heat warming you quickly.

He just held you and you two stared at the fire, content to just be. It was never like this with her. With anyone but you.

You heard the bells of St. Patrick’s toll midnight.

You looked up at him.

“Merry Christmas. I love you.”

“Merry Christmas. I love you too.”

“I have a present for you.” Steve reached for his jacket and into the pocket and pulled out the Tiffany blue box.

“Steven Grant Rogers! We said no presents!”

You crossed your arms, turned away, and huffed, peaking at the box in his hands under your lashes.

Then you giggled and reached for it.

“Gimme!”

Your heart beat fast at the flat blue square shape. Not a ring box. You meant what you said about no diamonds, but anything else from Tiffany’s would be dope.

You looked up into Steve’s blues which were reflecting the firelight and grinned.

Steve felt as if he couldn’t breathe, looking at you, your brown skin glowing in the light.

He’s never been happier.

You slowly opened the box and saw the silver Tiffany key ring. You lifted it out and grinned. There was a key on it.

“It’s a key to this safe house. It’s been decommissioned. It’ll be our place. It’s also a ring. A different kind of promise ring. Most importantly, it’s the key to my heart.”

Steve’s soft baritone voice and the way he wouldn’t look at you made you cry.

“Oh Steve! It’s perfect!”

You climbed into his lap and made him look at you, seeing the emotion in his eyes.

“You are the best thing to ever happen to me, Steve. You saved me.”

“No, Sweetheart. You saved me.”

You sighed. “Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.”

Steve kissed you, capturing your lips with his own, forcing his tongue inside your wet mouth where yours met it, you kissed long and deep and were breathless when you pulled apart.

You were now riding his boner, two thin layers of your underwear separating your now hot bodies.

“I have an idea for a present you can give me?”

Steve grinned into your cheek and lifted you up as he scooted back to lean against the sofa and take off his boxer briefs, putting his hands behind his head. His long thick smooth dick was against his stomach.

You sat on your knees and watched him as the grin spread across his face. He raised his eyebrow when you didn’t move.

“Well. It’s not gonna suck itself.”

You smiled. You did owe him.

“Yes. Captain.”

You reached for his thick shaft and pumped it as you gave his balls the royal treatment first, sucking them and getting them good and wet before you trailed your tongue along the vein on the underside of his dick.

“Oh, fuck, Merry Christmas to me!” Steve exclaimed as you deep throated him. He reached between your legs for your clit.

“After you swallow like a good girl, I’m gonna feast on this pussy pudding.”

You choked around his cock with laughter.

“No jokes, Rogers, I’m trying to concentrate.”

“By all means… fuck!… Shit that feels good. Carry on.”

Steve leaned back and enjoyed his present.

That night and into Christmas morning, you two enjoyed each other, certain that you had time enough not to hurry.

That was last year.

He’d started talking forever with you before the snap and then everything changed. Thanos’ act made him realize that state of the world was not forever- proof. A world where millions of people could disappear was not stable enough to think of forever.

You’d asked him what the difference was. Didn’t you two still love each other?

Steve didn’t answer, but the difference was the snap. He’d lost friends, enemies, people he thought would be there. He couldn’t guarantee you forever anymore.

So he ran. A week before Christmas, Steve flew to Wakanda to spend the holiday with him. Bucky would understand.

“You gonna tell me about it?”

“Tell you about what, Buck?”

Steve and Bucky were walking along the edge of the savannah in Wakanda, taking in the scenery. But Steve was distracted.

“What’s got you in your head?”

Steve looked at Bucky. He didn’t know about you. Then he looked down at his sandals. He was dressed in traditional Wakandan attire.

“Who is she!”

Steve was silent as they stood by the river, skipping stones.

“She’s incredible... I… she makes me feel…”

Bucky nodded his head.

“I feel like I’m having a heart attack when I’m with her. I get light headed, have palpitations. I’m an old man, and also a young boy when she’s around.“

He sighed, a small, goofy smile on his face that was reserved for you. He was so gone. So gone that he couldn’t form complete sentences to describe you.

Bucky just let it sink in. His best friend was in love.

“Alright, but tell me about that ass.”

They burst into boyish laughter.

“You already know,” Steve gave his friend a look.

“Sounds like you need to go back and handle that.”

“I can’t. She wants to get married.”

Steve smiled ruefully at his friend.

“Shit. I take it you don’t?”

“Of course I do. I just need time to be sure… to make sure that she will be safe. I can’t give her the life she wants. She wants, needs, stability. I need time to think.”

“I don’t know. You never have as much time as you think you do.”

Bucky was looking over the water, thinking that he’d never had a chance at love at all.

Steve wished he had listened to Bucky.

Darlin’ Darlin’ You should have been there.

He sped back to New York as soon as he could say goodbye to Bucky. Nat had told him that you had been crying all week.

You and your friend Constance didn’t notice him across the street. It looked like she was cheering you up and introducing you to another man. The smile on his face made his heart skip a beat. You would be okay.

Steve was frozen. It was like he was in the ice again. He wanted to go up and interrupt you, claim you as his own, but the way the man was looking at you gave him hope that someone else could make you happy.

Maybe he should let you be. Maybe you could find happiness without him. Maybe he wasn’t the one to love you with the hopefulness of the future that you deserved. Because of his job. He was up close and personal with evil and you didn’t deserve to come home to that.

Steve decided that he just wasn’t destined for the happiness you could bring him. But then he saw the keychain dangling off of your purse. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Merry Christmas, Sweetheart,” Steve said to himself as he watched you and your friends walk toward 5th Avenue in the snow.

Steve drove to the safe house, alone.

Another lonely Christmas is mine.

Read the next part, Candydrip.

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spookiekewchie · 2 years

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All I Want For Christmas Is You

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: CEO!Ari Levinson x black!reader

Summary: He's always a Scrooge this time of year, but this year it's different.

Word Count: 4.8k (I really didn't want it to be this long wtf)

Warnings: SOFT!DARK FIC, dubcon/noncon, soft!dark! Ari Levinson, general language warning, cheating, coercion, blackmail, unprotected sex (p in v, make sure they wrap it before they tap it), choking, spanking, Ari's filthy mouth, Dennis getting done dirty, oral (f receiving), squirting (kinda), cuckolding, daddy kink (just the name being used), petnames (Ari calls the reader sweetheart)

A/N: This is for the Soulful Hoeliday Collective hosted by the crew (@geminixevans, @fineanddandy, @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger, @sunshinexsin, & @afriendlyblackhottie) It's only a few days after Christmas so it still counts, anyways I made an attempt at proof reading but I probably missed some things so excuse any errors or typos. The moodboard is by me, divider is by @firefly-graphics

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Christmas Eve and he’s got you working, you aren’t surprised by this but you had hoped Ari would be less of a Scrooge this year. Especially since this year you have someone that’s been willing to stick around and put up with your demanding hours and the fact that you have to be on call 24/7 in case Ari needs something. Plenty a date has been canceled, cut short, or flat out ruined because Ari needed you to come into the office for one thing or another. Despite that, Dennis has stuck around and for a year at that, patient and sweet as ever.

You almost feel bad that everything isn’t as picture perfect as it seems. Yes, Dennis is sweet and understanding. He goes above and beyond to make you happy and make sure you feel appreciated, but there’s a huge disconnect when it comes to the bedroom. He’s not adventurous enough, he’s too sweet, too gentle, and…well he doesn’t last nearly long enough to get you to your climax all the time. You don’t have the heart to tell him that, you know he’d just beat himself up for it and it’d be more trouble than what it’s worth. It’s not mature but you’ve resorted to simply fantasizing about other men while he’s tenderly making love to you in hopes that you might be able to sneak out an orgasm before Dennis is done.

One man in particular has been making frequent appearances, Ari Levinson, your boss and the reason why you’re late for your Christmas Eve date with Dennis. Something about Ari’s effortless commanding presence has always been attractive to you, but he’s your boss so you keep it to fantasies and only fantasies.

You know because of his religion that Ari doesn’t celebrate Christmas but you still hope that maybe he’ll let you this year. Especially since you took the time out of your busy schedule to bring him different desserts and celebrate Hanukkah with him in your own special way.

“Mr. Levinson?” You call out softly, setting down the tablet you’ve been hunched over for the past two hours. He makes a noncommittal sound from behind his desk but doesn’t look up. You sigh, stretching slowly with a yawn. “I was hoping I could leave now, I’ve got a date tonight and it’s Christmas Eve…” you trail off, hoping he can put the rest together himself.

You hear him sigh, but he’s careful not to show too much emotion. This is your third year of working for him as his personal assistant, and he knows he’s been the reason why you haven’t had a chance to really celebrate the holiday season since you’ve started working for him. He occupies all of your time, barely lets you have free time as it is because he wants you around for more than your work ethic. Ari’s never bothered crossing the line between personal and professional, and he’s tried to resist but his own selfish desires have pushed him to resort to other ways of making sure you never stray too far. You don’t think much of it, hardly wanting to complain when the overtime pay is always more than generous and the lunch trips allow you to try new places that you’d never be able to afford yourself.

Of course Janine in accounting never fails to tease you about the fact that you’re pretty much Ari’s “work wife”, or telling you that you should end things with Dennis and make a move on the boss. It’s all jokes, you’re sure of it, and you’ve always just brushed it off and told her to stop being silly. Recently though, even you can’t deny that he’s been demanding more and more from you. If you really think about it, it all tracks back to last year and how you’d finally managed to convince him to let you cut out early so you could make it to your friend’s Christmas Eve party. That was where you met Dennis, and the two of you have been together since then.

Ari hates it, and he barely contains his ire at the mention of your date tonight. “Oh? You’re still with what’s his name? Desmond? Deacon? Derrick?” He knows the name, he knows plenty about Dennis. He knows more than you probably want him to, and in Ari’s mind the man doesn’t deserve you. He regrets letting you have that Christmas Eve off every time he hears you mention that man’s name, because had he kept you late then you would have never met Dennis. It’s something that he has a strong urge to correct, and that’s why he opens his mouth to tell you that he really needs you to stay.

You can see him gearing up to tell you that you can’t leave, and you grab the tablet you’ve just sat down to take over to his desk. You’ve finished the tasks he’s insisted on having you stay late to complete, and if you weren’t so intimidated by the way he’s glowering at you right now you might have told him that you were going to leave regardless. “Please, Mr. Levinson? He’s been so excited and nervous about tonight and I found a ring hidden in his sock drawer last week. I’m pretty sure you can guess what that means, and I don’t ever ask you for anything, I’m always here when you call.” You sigh, it’s frustrating that you have to beg your boss to let you make it to your own potential engagement, but you do anyway.

Never mind the fact that you aren’t even sure if you want to marry Dennis, that’s not the point. The point is you should be allowed to go and give him your answer in person.

You’re caught up in your own frustration that you don’t even notice Ari’s until he slams his pen down onto his desk. You jump, startling and back away so quickly that you almost stumble in your heels. Ari is fuming, this has gone on long enough and hearing you trying to convince him to let you go run off to be with some pathetic excuse of a man is the final straw. “No. You won’t be going anywhere. I suggest you text him and tell him that you won’t be making it.”

It’s not a suggestion, it’s an order. You’ve heard this authoritative tone from him enough times to know that he expects you to go pick up your phone and do just that. You hate that his commanding nature makes you want to fold and do just as he says. Huffing in irritation you stand rooted to the spot, arms crossing over your chest as you try to force yourself to not give in to his demands. Ari just tips his head to the side and raises a brow. Are you really challenging him, your boss? He scoffs at the idea of it, he can see how you’re nervously drumming your fingers against your bicep. “You can either take my suggestion, or you can clear out your desk if this job means so little to you.”

Your arms drop to your side in defeat, a flash of hurt crossing your features at the fact that he’d stoop that low just to get his way. It has the desired effect though, and Ari can’t bring himself to feel guilty for it when he sees you turn on your heel and stalk over to where your phone is sitting facedown on the coffee table. His eyes are trained on your ass when you bend over to pick it up, and the whole time you tap out the cancellation of yet another date to Dennis you keep your back to him. You can feel his eyes burning into you, and it makes you squirm and press your thighs together in an effort to ignore the swirling heat that’s trying to build between your thighs.

Sent: I’m so sorry, I know I’m late but Ari really needs me to help get things set up for the upcoming merger. Maybe we can take a raincheck on dinner?

Received: Your boss is such a Scrooge!

Received: It’s okay, I’ll just get us some food to go. We can still have our date, I’ll figure it out! Received: As long as you’re there it’ll be perfect, honey.

You set your phone back down, missing the fourth message he sends that says I love you. And when you go to pick up your phone to see it, that’s when you suddenly feel Ari’s thick, well built body pressing against you. You whirl around startled, and make an attempt to put some distance between the two of you. Ari has other plans, and a strong arm yanks you back into his chest. “What are you doing! Mr. Levinson, please let me go!” You insist, struggling in his grip despite the fact that he doesn’t budge an inch.

“No. I don’t think I will. I’ve held off for too long, and that’s my fault.” You feel his large hand sliding over the curves of your body, gripping and squeezing at the softness of your hips. You squirm, teeth biting down on your bottom lip as you put up a weak attempt to get him to stop when you feel his hand grabbing a handful of your ass. You might have fantasized about a moment like this before, but you’re not the type to cheat and despite the fact that you can feel how your panties are getting damper by the second, you don’t plan on starting.

“Mr. Levinson, I don’t know what’s going on with you tonight, but it’s not too late for us to just pretend this never happened.” You try, hoping to appeal to the man’s better sense but Ari seems undeterred when his fingers find the zipper at the back of your skirt.

“What’s going on is I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t burn me up every time I have to hear you talking about that waste you call a boyfriend.” He knows it’s his fault, he should have made a move before instead of worrying about professionalism and not crossing lines. Hearing about Dennis having a ring for you is the sign he needs that this situation needs to be rectified immediately. Besides if it’s jewelry you want he’ll buy you as much of it as you want. “He doesn’t deserve you, and if I overheard you and Janine correctly, he can’t even make you cum.” Ari tsks, shaking his head in disapproval as he backs you to the side of the sofa. You swallow thickly, squeezing your thighs together and blowing out a frustrated breath with a huff.

You avert his intense blue-green gaze, jaw clenching tight as your chest rises and falls with tense breaths. “That was a private conversation.” You mutter, hands gripping the waistband of your skirt when Ari pulls the zipper down.

“Doesn’t change the fact that you haven’t been getting treated the way you should.” Ari grins, wolfish and dangerous as he leans in to whisper in your ear. “How long has it been since someone other than yourself has made this little cunt cum, hmm?” He pulls down your skirt with a hard tug that has it slipping out of your grasp and falling to the floor, and his big hand is between your thighs with a hum. You squeal, shocked that he’s being so bold and because the contact feels better than it should. You gasp as second later when you feel Ari’s hand giving your clothed pussy a slap. “I asked you a question. How long?”

“I—”

Ari gives you another smack and you make a strained sound between your teeth. There’s no denying that you’re wet now, you can feel how your cute lace panties are beginning to soak through with your arousal.

“A while! Okay it’s been a while.” You don’t want to say that for most of your relationship Dennis hasn’t been able to bring you to orgasm, and the few times that he had were because you’d already primed yourself up before he got involved. Ari makes a sound of contemplation, and then he shakes his head. His hand cups your sex, thumb pressing against your clit through the damp fabric of your panties and he teases you with the light pressure. Your hips buck, seeking out the much needed friction and the sound of Ari’s chuckle makes you stop and try to get a hold of yourself.

“Tell me to stop, if you really want me to, tell me right now to stop.” He gives you a pointed and knowing look before smirking. “Or you can be good and I’ll give you what you’ve been missing this whole time.” His thumb draws a teasing half circle against your clit through your panties and your knees nearly buckle from the pleasure that shoots through you. You don’t want to betray Dennis, but it’s been so long since you’ve had real pleasure that you know you can’t deny yourself any longer. It doesn’t help that the way Ari is taking control and being so demanding with you is exactly what you wish Dennis would do. You’ve tried to convince him to be rougher but he never does, always too scared to hurt you when a little pain is exactly what you want. You’re dragged out of your thoughts when you feel Ari adding more pressure and drawing a slow circle over you through your panties.

Your hands flash out and grip his arms, a muttered curse falling from your mouth as you give an involuntary grind against his thumb through the slick lacy fabric. “What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?” He already knows your answer, he can see it written all over your face and hear it in your voice when he begins to lessen the pressure. You react faster than you can think better of it. One of your hands reaches down to grab his wrist and attempt to stop him from pulling away.

“I—this is so fucked up, I have a boyfriend…” Ari says nothing but you can feel his touch drifting away and you curse in frustration. “Just this once, fuck…just once, and he never knows.” You feel so guilty but your need quickly shuts the guilty and responsible part of you down before you can come to your senses. Ari licks his lips, leaning in to claim your lips as he pushes your panties to the side and spears you open with two thick digits. You cry out, mouth falling open and giving him the perfect opportunity to let his tongue delve in and taste you. It’s a filthy kiss, and it has your anticipation spiking for what’s to come.

You hope to god it’s you.

His fingers press deeper inside you, stretching you around the thick digits and making you keen in pleasure as your hips grind against his palm. When he sinks them in further you hiss, the heel of his palm presses hard against your clit, and you can’t help the way your hips give a filthy grind. Reaching up you card your fingers through his hair, giving yourself over to the moment and praying that the guilt won’t eat you alive afterwards. Ari hums his approval, crooking his fingers inside you to search out that spongy patch of nerves. When he finds it you tense, he swallows your drawn out moan with a growl when your fingers tighten in his hair and pull. The sensation shoots straight to his cock but he ignores the way he’s aching and straining against his suit pants to focus on you.

He’s determined to have you fall apart for him more than once before he gives you his cock, he needs you to see just how much better he’ll be for you. You don’t even have to tell him that Dennis never has been able to find your g-spot, even when you tried to talk him through it. Ari can tell by your reaction that it’s been neglected for far too long, the way you practically soak his fingers says as much. His free hand wanders under your blouse groping at your breasts before pulling the cups of your bra down to let his fingers tease at your hardened nipples. You arch into his rough hands, panting as you break the kiss and try to keep yourself from being too loud. You don’t know who else is still in the building and the last thing you need or want is to be caught with your bosses fingers roughly pumping into your squelching cunt.

You bury your face into his broad chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne. You’ve always thought he smelled good but tonight it’s just another thing that turns you on and makes it that much easier for him to push you to the edge. “Oh sweetheart, you needed this didn’t you.” He coos, and it’s then that you realize that you’ve been rocking your hips against his fingers while you greedily chase your high. “That’s it, don’t get shy on me now. Take what you need.” He says, and you can hear the underlying command in his tone and it prompts you to keep riding his fingers. Ari praises you, whispers of “that’s it. You’re close aren’t you? Good girl.” making you clench around his digits, but it’s nothing compared to how hard you bear down on his fingers when his hand comes out from under your shirt to wrap around your throat and squeeze.

It sends you over and you grip tightly at Ari’s arms through his dress shirt, crying out and soaking his hand with your juices as you cum. It feels so good, and you know that should have never sacrificed your own satisfaction for someone else’s feelings because now you need more and you have no idea how you’ll go back to the unfulfilling sex you were having before.

You whine at the feeling of Ari’s fingers sliding out of you, and when he brings the digits to your lips you open without having to be told, taking them into your mouth and sucking them clean with a needy moan. “You want more?” He questions, and you nod still sucking at his fingers. A hum of approval settles on your ears, and you don’t try to stop him when he starts to finish undressing you. Your blouse is pulled over your head, and your bra is undone and thrown off to the side. You realize then that he’s still fully dressed, while you stand there in nothing but your heels.

Ari takes his time looking you over, letting his gaze drag over every inch of you before he spins you around to face the sofa. He gives you a little push and it sends you tipping over the arm, leaving your ass high in the air and when you try to move a strong hand comes down against your ass. You cry out, mewling at the sharp sting and the way it shoots straight to your pulsing core. He takes note of your reaction and gives you another slap to the opposite cheek, you jump with a shaky breath as your hips squirm and your hands grip against one of the sofa’s pillows. You hear Ari sigh from behind you, “Really shouldn’t have wasted all this time, you’re fuckin’ perfect, sweetheart.”

He kneels behind you, spreading you open and leaning in to drag a stripe up your sex with his tongue before he draws back and spits on it. You curse under your breath, hips squirming in anticipation. He lays another hard slap to your ass and watches the way you clench around nothing. All you hear next is the hungry growl from him before he buries his face between your thighs, tongue lapping at your sopping cunt greedily. You moan loudly, bringing the pillow to your face to try and muffle the sounds. Ari gives your ass another slap just as his tongue drags over your clit and you squeal into the pillow. “No you don’t, you’re gonna be a good girl and let me hear every single pretty sound you make.” When you don’t immediately pull the pillow away he gives you four successive slaps to your ass that leave you feeling breathless and on edge.

You toss the pillow away from you, taking a shaky breath that quickly turns into a loud moan that bounces off the walls of Ari’s office as he presses his tongue into your quivering hole. You push back against his face, thighs trembling and breath choppy as you feel your body getting worked to the edge again. The soft scratch of his beard against your sensitive folds only helps that, and it has you calling out his name. “Fuck, Ari…’s so good. Please, please don’t stop.” You beg, forgetting where you are for a moment and not caring about your volume. When you feel Ari’s fingers against your clit while he fucks his tongue into you as deeply as he can from behind you, you sob in pleasure. He brings you over the edge again, and loudly slurps up everything you give him when you cum on his mouth.

Panting, you don’t dare move at first. It’s not until you register the sound of his belt being unbuckled that you dare a look over your shoulder. His pants are undone, and pushed down along with his underwear just enough for him to free his cock. You suck in a breath at the sight of him, he’s bigger than you anticipated. You and Janine have speculated, but seeing him in the flesh you realize that even your best guess was off by a good few inches. He’s going to split you open on that pretty cock, and your shudder in anticipation wanting nothing more than to have him filling you up.

He steps in behind you, and you can’t look away as he lines himself up with your entrance. The way he grins at you is the only warning you get before you feel him pushing inside you, and the stretch burns in the most delicious way. “Fuuuuuck, fuck you’re so big.” You gasp out, upper body collapsing back down onto the sofa. It lifts your ass up more on the arm that Ari has you draped over, and lets him sink in even deeper. A choked noise claws its way out of your throat, and you can already feel yourself clenching around him as your breath comes out in short puffs. You’ve never been this full before, and it almost feels like too much but you’re too greedy to try and tell him to stop now. You grip the edges of the cushion that you’re laying against and force yourself to breathe when you feel Ari beginning to move. He takes his time working his cock into you, making sure you feel every inch as he sinks into you and splits your tight little cunt open on his length.

“Shiiiiit, so fuckin’ tight. He’s not as big as me is he?” He asks the taunting question and you shake your head, but that’s not good enough for Ari and he brings his hand down against your ass hard, hissing when you clench down like a vise around him.

“No! Fuck, fuck—he’s not big like you!” Ari rewards your confession with a hard thrust that sinks him deep enough to feel the head of his cock hitting against your cervix and you scream out in both pain and pleasure. He can feel you fluttering around him, and he does it again and catches your hips when you jolt forward.

“Oh no you don’t, be a good girl and keep this little cunt right here, sweetheart.” He orders, starting to fuck you harder and deeper than any man before him has, using one hand to deliver hard slaps to your ass until you’re crying for him and promising to take it like a good girl. You have no choice but to take it, eyes screwed shut and pleasure coursing through you with every single pounding thrust from Ari. He has you cumming in seconds, his cock hitting spots inside you that you didn’t even know were there and making stars burst behind your clenched shut eyes. Your gushing around him, and he doesn’t even care to stop as he fucks you through your orgasm until your crying for him and begging him for more as tears wet your cheeks.

You don’t think it’s possible but Ari finds a way to give you more, leaning forward and using one hand to grip the back of the sofa while the other stays gripping you by the hip. When he puts his entire body into the thrust you let out a soundless scream, eyes rolling back at the way he’s beating the pussy up. “Fuck! Fuck me, fuck me, daddy!” You scream, lost in the moment and unaware of the shit that’s leaving your mouth.

Ari doesn’t expect that from you, but he loves the sound of it and it has him pounding into your abused cunt with everything he has. “Fuck, that’s it. Take this fuckin’ cock.” He grunts over you, grip on your hip so tight that you know his fingertips are going to be bruised into your skin. His thrusts are coming so hard that the sofa is sliding against the floor, knocking into the end table so hard that it rocks and a lamp falls to the ground and shatters. Neither one of you stops, and you’re too lost in the pleasure to even hear the sound of something breaking. “This what you needed all along, needed my fat cock ruining this tight cunt.” He leans forward, bearing down all of his weight on you as his cock is buried to the hilt inside you. The hand on your hip goes to tangle in your curls and pulls until he’s got your head lifted and your back arching wickedly. He groans at the sight of tears on your face from how good he’s fucking you, and his cock twitches inside you making you whine.

“Yes, needed your fat cock, daddy…” You slur out, mind going numb as you grind your hips back against him. “Please…wan—wanna cum.” You beg, cockdrunk and feeling better than you have in your life.

“Honey?!” Slowly you look towards the door of Ari’s office, heavy lidded eyes taking in the sight of Dennis standing there with a look of hurt and shock on his face as a bouquet of red roses falls from his hand. You can see the shape of something boxy and small in his pocket and wonder if it’s the ring you’d found.

“Well isn’t this a surprise?” Ari’s cocky voice fills your ears, and you push back against him when he doesn’t move inside you. He chuckles at how cockdrunk and out of it you are, and gives you what you want. The sound of his thighs slapping against yours filling the office once again and Dennis sniffles.

“Wh—What is this? What did you do to her?!” He demands, not wanting to believe that you’re willingly letting Ari fuck you.

Ari just laughs, and reaches down to pull you up and wrap his arm around your neck until his large bicep is pressing against your throat. Your ass bounces against his every thrust, and the sound of your squelching cunt is added to the symphony of skin on skin, your sobbing moans, and Ari’s grunts. “I just gave her what you clearly can’t, isn’t that right sweetheart.”

You moan, eyes closed as you nod with a dopey smile on your lips before they part with a loud curse when Ari’s other hand goes between your thighs and his rough fingers begin to strum against your clit. Incoherent babbles leave your lips, and you’re so close to cumming that you don’t even question Ari’s next words.

“Tell him, sweetheart. Go on and tell him who this pussy belongs to now.”

Your body goes taut, the coil snapping again and you're gushing around Ari as you scream out for him. “Yours, daddy! Fuck it’s yours!” Your body trembles in his hold, and he keeps circling his fingers over your clit as he fucks you through your climax and straight into another one all while Dennis breaks out into a sob at the sight of you in another man’s arms and so lost in pleasure that you don’t even care that he’s in the room watching. He turns and runs, leaving the roses on the floor and the sounds of your screams of pleasure haunt him all the way to the elevators.

Ari finally loses himself when he feels you coming around him again, letting you go and pushing you back over the arm of the sofa so he can bury himself inside you completely. He cums with a roar over you, his body warm as it spills inside you and paints your battered walls as they flutter wildly around him. He huffs out a breath and reaches up to push sweat soaked strands of his long hair out of his face with a grin.

“Merry Christmas to me.” He pants, giving your ass one more slap for good measure as he remains buried inside you.

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geminixevans-stan · 3 years

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A Soulful Hoeliday Collective

🎅🏾MASTERLIST🎅🏾

Happy Hoelidays fellow sluts and whores! Christmas is near and what a better way to celebrate in our own way. We (@geminixevans @fineanddandy @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger, @jamalflanagan, @sunshinexsin, & @afriendlyblackhottie) have come up with a collective exclusively for the black writers out there. This is open for new and old blogs (new writers are strongly encouraged). So let’s spread some Hoeliday cheer in a safe space and don’t be afraid to be as creative as you want to be.

Rules

Collective is 18+ only! No minors.

You may write a fic, drabble, or blurb, word limit is no issue.

Words over 500 should be put under a cut.

Entries are limited to 3 per blog.

Entry must be read as a stand-alone piece and written exclusively for the Collective.

Challenge is open to smut, fluff, dark (All types), DDlg, A/b/o and RPF.

No scat, watersports, age play, or necrophilia. But monsters need love too on Christmas

Fics do not need to include smut to be submitted

If fic does not follow the rules, we reserve the right not to read or reblog it.

Tag fic with the SoulfulHoelidayCollective and tag with the fellow writer's names in the description.

All Fandoms are included!

There are song prompts below to get your creative juices flowing. You can pick from those or choose your favorite if it is not on the list.

There will be no assigned prompts so songs can be used by more than one person

🎅🏾Date: December 1st - January 5th🎅🏾

🎶Song prompts🎶

This Christmas By Donny Hathaway

Santa Claus is Coming to Town - The Jackson 5

Let It Snow - Boys II Men

Santa Baby - Eartha Kitt

What Do The Lonely Do At Christmas? - The Emotions

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus - The Jackson 5

Silent Night - The Temptations

Merry Christmas Baby - B.B. King

Every Year, Every Christmas - Luther Vandross

Winter Wonderland - Aretha Franklin

All I Want For Christmas Is You - Mariah Carey

Another Lonely Christmas - Prince

Someday at Christmas - Stevie Wonder

Sleigh Ride - TLC

Keep in mind that you do not have to use the listed songs. Just giving an idea of the energy we are going for!

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princessphilly · 2 years

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A Midgardian Christmas

One more entry for the Soulful Hoeliday Collective. 2 more left for me; Steve Rogers and a hockey fandom entry. Based on Santa Baby by Eartha Kitt

CW: smut. Smut and more smut and a bit of role play

@geminixevans @fineanddandy @cocobutterqwueen @syntheticavenger @jamalflanagan @sunshinexsin @afriendlyblackhottie

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Midgardian traditions were so strange.

Thor stood in the doorway as he watched you dance with your friends. Bucky was curled with his wife, Steve pining after your best friend, Bruce and Tony engaged in banter.

The house was full of so-called Christmas cheer, decorated in red, green, and gold. There were Santa’s, some red plant, and a huge tree decorated. It was a bit concerning.

“Why so serious, Scrooge?”

“Scrooge?”

Your laugh sounded like little bells. “Scrooge was the enemy of Christmas and happiness in a story called The Christmas Carol. You don’t have any Christmas cheer, love.”

“This is just a dressed up version of Yule.”

Feeling a sharp poke in his side, Thor exclaimed, “Ow.”

“That didn’t hurt. Anyway, I have a treat for you later, Scrooge.”

“Fuck, that’s so good.”

Everyone was gone from his home but you. And you were wearing only a red nightie, straddling his hips. And your pussy, your sweet, sweet pussy, was taking his cock.

On Thor’s head was a Santa cap, one you insisted on him wearing. But as you milked his cock as you rode him, he was happy. He’d be your Santa every night if you fucked him like this.

“I’m so close, sir,” you whispered as your fingers found your pearl. “Can I get my gift, Santa.”

“Yes, come for me.”

His lips met yours as you shook on top of him, Thor’s hands holding your hips as he thrust up into you. “Give your god the gift of your cum, my good girl.”

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dc418writes · 2 years

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•Say Yes•

✨Pairing✨: Colin SheaxBlack Reader

Summary🪄: Colin’s present for you can’t wait until Christmas morning

⚠️: mention of past naked hugging, use of a nickname (princess), pretty much all fluff

A/N🎙: Hi guys! So I’ve been seeing posts about the Soulful Hoeliday Collective created by @geminixevans @fineanddandy @cocobutterqwueen, @syntheticavenger, @jamalflanagan, @sunshinexsin, & @afriendlyblackhottie and I wanted to participate (as to get out of my shy comfort zone and seeing that I’m finally in the Christmas spirit lol). Since I write using the mobile app, I’m not quite sure of the word count nor am I able to use the keep reading cut off (unless I’m just missing something) so apologies for that, and hope you guys like it☺️!

Lashes lazily fluttering against his lightly freckled cheeks, the corners of his mouth curled into a tired smile watching your shoulders sway to the low music as you neatly placed another present, along with some light blue tissue paper, in a separate gift bag covered in snowflakes.

Who would’ve thought Colin Shea; notable player, womanizer, himbo, whatever your term of choice would be smitten enough to actually be tied down? His friends and band mates definitely didn’t. Nor did the countless women expecting a call back the next day only to never hear from him again until they’d awkwardly meet in the grocery store, or at some party.

Even Colin himself didn’t think so, content with his bachelor lifestyle and having no responsibilities other than taking care of himself. That one night after bringing you back to his place though, something in him changed. Just as he was now, he smiled to himself waking up to your head on his bicep that next morning. Braids scattered along the wrinkled pillow and your pouted lips ghosting against his inner elbow. Instead of using Ally’s apartment to avoid your hopeful eyes as you suggested date ideas he knew he’d never agree to, he went over asking to borrow some of her coffee since he hadn’t gone to the store yet. Plus he knew she wasn’t using it with him having yet to replace her broken coffee pot.

Contrary to how she and most his friends thought, no this new Colin wasn’t because of the two hours you spent tangled in different positions and probably disturbing the other inhabitants on the floor—and maybe the floor below too. Well, not solely.

You had this infectious spirit that once you entered his life, he knew you’d be hard to let go. Not that he wanted to though. From your bright smile to the adorable way your nose scrunched when you laughed, Colin wanted you with him for as long as possible. He admittedly felt crazy having such strong emotions so early on, but he was addicted to what he knew about you so far and wanted to know so much more.

A year later and he was still addicted. Feining for you and your touch even if you were only apart for an hour.

“Look who’s awake,” you smirk over your shoulder hearing him groan as he stretched his limbs. “You know, when you suggested we wrap presents together I assumed you’d be helping too.” His tired chuckle hits you just as deep as his raspy voice.

“Sorry princess, guess I was still tired from the gig last night,” he replies moving to kiss up your neck to your cheek and finally tilting your head back to reach your vanilla lips before sitting beside you.

“It’s okay. You’re just in time for the actual wrapping portion,” you smile handing him the fresh roll of mistletoe covered wrapping paper. “I saved it for last since it takes up the most time.”

Carefully removing the glossy paper from its plastic covering, Colin watches you place the cream sweater and matching scarf you bought his mom in a cardboard box before effortlessly measuring, cutting, then folding the paper over the present until it was neatly wrapped with a shiny, red bow on top. You didn’t make it seem difficult, clearly it should be the same for him.

So just like you, he placed the plaid button up for his father in the box before cutting a long strip of paper he was sure would be long enough. Folding around the middle of the box was simple enough, but the ends left him ready to cancel the entire holiday after 10 minutes of trial and error.

How did you get the little triangles on yours again? And how was your paper so taut while his looked wrinkled and loose?

His frustrated sigh has you looking over from your third wrapped present to see him still struggling on his first. “Need some help?”

“We don’t have any more gift bags I can just put this in?”

“We do, but you’re halfway there! Your ends are just a tad bit long,” you reply cutting the ends so they were now about half the length they originally were. “Now you can press these in like this, then fold the top to sit on the bottom piece, and done! Think you can do the other half?”

“How ‘bout you take over the wrapping, and I’ll just hand you stuff when you need it?,” he suggests using the same charm that’s somehow gotten him out of trouble all these years.

The way you narrowed your eyes before softly laughing proves it still works.

“Next time you ask for my help with presents, I’m charging you plus interest.”

“Thank you princess, you’re amazing,” he smiles leaning over to peck along your jawline making your giggles strengthen.

“Yea yea, I’m only taking over because it’s already late and I gotta head back home.”

“You’re not staying?”

“Can’t. I’m supposed to hang out with Melissa tomorrow.”

Call him sappy, but he hated seeing you go. Especially when you’d have to leave late at night when anything could happen.

“She can pick you up here,” he states sliding behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist to slot you between his legs. “Orr, you can reschedule.”

“No that’ll be the third time I rescheduled—second because of you,” you laugh gently nudging his knee. “You can’t be the only person I hang out with Colin Shea.”

“Why not? I’m fun,” he whines tucking his face into your neck.

“Because your fun would probably include us never leaving this apartment if you had your way.”

“I mean…would that be so bad?”

“Colin-”

“I’m kidding,” he chuckles nipping your earlobe. “If I really had my way though, you’d be the first thing I see in the morning and the last I’d see at night.”

Finished with the last present, you turn to straddle his hips as your hands rest along the sides of his neck. Fingers gliding along the small hairs at his nape making him softly hum.

“Such the romantic.”

“And I’m not done yet,” he whispers, pecking your lips before his arm stretches under the colorfully lit tree across from you to retrieve a small grey box hidden behind one of your earlier gift bags.

“What’s this? Christmas isn’t until next week babes.”

“It couldn’t wait,” he shrugs watching your eyes twinkle untying the sparkly white ribbon to lift the lid. Lying on top of the square, cotton like material sat a red capital B with a silver baseball bat behind it making you softly gasp. Not in the way that you were surprised, but how a parent would react to their child gifting them a drawing of what looked like scribbles but was apparently something else.

Your quiet wow as you tried to appear grateful made it hard for Colin to hold back his laughs.

“Aw…um a Red Sox keychain! Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, but you should always look to make sure there’s nothing extra,” he chuckles. Your finger hooks in the clasp of the cold metal raising it until you see a silver key reflecting the overhead light as it gently twists back and forth.

“A mysterious key…”

“That opens my front door.” Your blank stare has him a bit nervous definitely expecting a different reaction. “I uh thought since you’re mostly over here that maybe you’d like not having to wait on me sometimes you know? Let yourself in. Get comfy. Maybe even have some stuff over-,”

“You’re sure?,” you ask. Eyes feeling watery holding the key in your lap.

“Of course I am. I meant it when I said I wanted to see you in the morning and at night. Plus I wouldn’t have to worry about you getting home safe since you’ll be here,” he smiles. “That is if you want.”

Of course with any big decision in your life, there was that anxiety filled voice of doubt that wondered if it wouldn’t work. If you both were moving too fast and this was a mistake. A catastrophic explosion of personalities waiting to happen.

But you loved Colin and knew he loved you too. Everything was great and you both were happy, so why not follow your heart?

“Okay.”

“O-Okay?”

“Okay, I want to move in,” you smile, thumb grazing over his plump bottom lip. “If you’ll still have me that is.”

“I’ll have you now. Later. Tomorrow. Three years from now,” he answers pecking your lips between each statement, pulling your body down to lie over his. “I love you too much to not.”

“I love you too Colin.”

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