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[cuppimagines]

SAVE THE COW

MILK THE MILKMAN.

Pairing: F!Reader x Francis Mosses. (18+)

[ TW ] MINORS DNI 18+

NSFW, Overstimulation, Whimpering, Slight praise kink, Unprotected sex, Riding, Submissive Francis, Dominant Reader, Porn with no Plot, Blowjob, Biting, Kissing/Making out, Aftercare.

A/N: This is my first time writing smut, I apologize if it isn't that good.

"Mmm..."

You coo, caressing Francis's face as you kissed him on the nose. How adorable he was for a man who didn't care much for others, merely focusing on his work instead of interacting with others.

You felt special, considering you were the only one he opened up to, the only one he'd talk to without shying away.

But it was only right.

You let out a ghost of a smile as you continue caressing Francis's cheeks with your hands, kissing his neck lightly as you felt him tremble by your touch. Every touch of your lips on his skin sent him vocally expressing just how truly sensitive he was, gripping onto the fabric of your clothes as Francis threw his head back, face redder than scarlet milk.

Francis breathes out heavily, his hand going behind your head to grip onto your hair as you continue to litter kisses on his neck without end.

"[Name]-"

Poor Francis, barely even able to speak out more than one word before suddenly releasing a high pitched moan, gripping tighter on your hair as he was caught by surprise by the bite you left on his neck.

Francis's entire body trembles, but he doesn't tell you to stop.

You lick your lips, leaning your head up as you took Francis's chin in your hand and made him face towards you.

He looks like a puppy because of his teary expression and red cheeks. You sigh, how adorable can this man get?

You take his lips into yours, slipping your arm behind his waist as you hum in content, kissing him with vigorous passion that you knew would make him struggle to get air after.

Francis whines, trying to kiss you back with the same passion you were giving him but the best he could do was open his mouth and let you take control, leaning back on the bed he was on.

"Francis.." You mutter his name, breaking the kiss as he panted, his lungs fighting to get air after making out with you for a minute straight.

Your fingers cup his cheek and he leans into your touch, staring at you in the eyes while panting quietly. You smile, pushing him on the chest, forcing him to lay down on the bed as you crawl on top of him.

"I'll take good care of you." You whisper into his ear, your hand already unbuckling his belt and zipping down his pants.

"[Name].. please-" Francis mutters something with a rasp tone in his voice, gazing at you with such doe eyes that activates a bottomless pit of hunger, of lust, in you.

You pull down the last barrier that covered his dick, your eyes swirling in lust as it leaked pre-cum, the tip flushing a light flustered pink, sensitive to your touch.

"Relax, I'll make you feel good tonight, okay?" You whisper in a gentle tone, already rubbing his dick up and down with your hand, eager to make him orgasm within 5 minutes.

You wanted to break him, hear him scream out your name when he cums.

He was simply just so adorable.

Your pace increases, and you feel the slightest twitch of Francis's dick in your hand as he suddenly whimpers, moaning out words for you to slow down.

"Wait- Wait- Mmmm.. [Name] please- go slow!-" Francis chokes on his words as you did the complete opposite of what he wanted, throwing his head back, his hips thrusted up to match your pace. His eyes rolling back, as the only thing that came out of his mouth were broken moans.

"Haa.. Ha-" Francis grips onto the sheets, letting out a chorus of "Ah, Ah, Haa~" completely letting you know he felt good.

You exhaled, trying to control yourself as you felt yourself get even more aroused just by listening to how lewd his sounds were.

"Shit, fuck.. you drive me crazy." You groan, nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, biting on his skin; pumping even faster.

Faster.

More.

You needed to hear more of him.

"Fuck- Cum for me, Francis." You utter, feeling his dick twitch and convulse at your words. Just a second after, you immediately felt warm and sticky cum dropping on your hand as Francis let out a loud moan of your name.

Your eyes blurred with arousal, wanting to break him more.

"[Name].." Francis whispers out, but you shush him before he could say anything else.

You smile, getting on top of him as you pull down your pants. Rubbing your pussy on the tip of his dick as you used his cum to lubricate your insides.

Francis just stares at you, panting. His hand on your back, but he was mostly curious on what you were doing.

"I can help you.. if you wan-" Francis's eyes widen, letting out a sudden moan that cut off his sentence as he felt his dick enter your warm and wet pussy. He gripped hard on your hips, whining in pleasure as he felt your walls tighten even more around his cock.

Francis wasn't even fully in yet but he already felt like cumming again.

"[Name]. [Name]. [Name]. Fuck- fuck.. you feel so good, sugar.." Francis whines, thrusting his whole length inside of you. Moaning in the process of doing so, almost cumming when he felt your pussy clench so hard on his dick.

You pant, wrapping your hands around Francis's neck. Letting yourself rest for a while before raising your hips and dropping down on his dick.

"I'm gonna milk you dry.. Mr. Milkman."

Francis groans at the name, his dick twitching as he imagined you taking every single drop of his seed, he imagined filling you up to the brim.

You ride on Francis's dick at a fast pace, wet slapping echoing throughout the room as skin met skin.

Francis moans, changing his hold to grip onto your ass, his head burying into your neck while you bounced on his cock.

"Sugar.. you're taking me so well." Francis mutters softly, completely in bliss by how good your pussy felt.

You moan, your pussy clenching at his words. Despite him being the bottom this time, he still had a way of making you feel like you were the one being submissive.

A frustrating feeling grows in your stomach, wanting to show Francis that you were supposed to be the dominant one.

You clenched tighter on his dick, increasing your pace as you made sure he completely felt every inch of his dick get swallowed by your pussy.

Francis mutters something under his breath, completely lost in pleasure as he moaned in ecstasy, cumming in you for the second time.

You pant, continuing to ride Francis even if he already orgasmed, you wanted to show him that you were more than capable enough of giving both you and him pleasure.

"Sugar, wait- agh- haa~ slow down.." Francis tapped on your hip, grunting and moaning as he felt your tightness.

You moaned, leaning backwards as you rode Francis as if he was a mechanical bull for you to conquer.

Just a few seconds after, you feel Francis cum another time, whining and whimpering, begging you to stop.

"A little more.." You say, panting. Ignoring the feeling building up in your stomach as you tried to at least make Francis reach another orgasm before you finish.

"Sugar- God, if you don't stop- Ngh~" Francis's voice crumbles, his tone deep but filled with cracks as it was raspy and tired.

"More.."

You feel yourself almost cumming, and you moan. Throwing your head into Francis's neck as you slammed yourself down on him and bit down on his neck.

Francis pulls on your hair, gasping in surprise as he felt your body shake above him, his cock does the same, twitching and pulsing because of how intense you were clenching down on him.

"You're going to kill me one day, Sugar." Francis mumbles, running his hands through your hair as he grabbed a strand and kissed it.

You whine, still not getting off his cock, your body too tired to even move.

"I just missed you.. you've been gone for so long because of work, and you look like you haven't even gotten enough sleep." You complain, caressing his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

The tips of Francis's lips turn upwards, a soft yet baffled chuckle escaping from his mouth.

"Mmmm.. I didn't realize you missed me that much, you should've told me, Sugar.. I would've come home immediately." Francis places a kiss on your forehead, lifting you off his cock as cum dripped from your pussy to his thighs.

Francis puts two fingers inside your pussy, scooping a load of your cum before putting it in his mouth.

A satisfied expression appears on his face as he swallows, pecking you on the lips before saying something that makes you mumble in embarrassment.

"Much better than milk." Francis laughs out, kissing you on the lips with complete gentleness.

"Now let's get you cleaned up.."

You hum, gripping onto him tightly as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.

Let's just say, you both did much more than just clean yourselves up in the bathroom.

#Reblog

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Potential writing task: A fantasy healer who was hired by a party of rough, burly, dangerous adventurers who yank her around as they please and use her as a free use toy after every dungeon crawl

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So I drew these two on main, read more to see the full thing….

Some things don’t change and those at the top of the pecking order usually stay on top…

#sketch #nsft

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Hairy Senshi, save me

#reblog #OUGH…..

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Do you ever think you'll make chat bots for your characters?

I actually don’t like using character AI bots, so I’d rather not make chat bots for my ocs. If I wanna make content with them in character I’ll actually answer/draw for them in character over a chat bot, sorry!

#ask

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Hopefully y'all remember what I said the other day, cause I wanted to introduce a fella I've been drawing a lot on twitter but have said nothing about here!

Meet Spike Luna! A living doll whose become the master of a mysterious mansion that suddenly appears in the path of lost or stranded people. It's a nice place to stay...if you're not worried about leaving anytime soon

#monster boy #monster boyfriend #cuppyart

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Sending ask, but my brain is also very empty right now but uuuuh favorite belly shapes?

THAT is a hard one, cause truth be told I love a lotta types of fat bodies

But if I’d have to pick, it’d be a large muscle gut and a larger yet very flabby belly

#ask

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If you had to pick: beefy boxer boyfriend or beefy wrestler boyfriend?

OHHH WAIT THATS HARD

So, beefy boxer boyfriend, big strong biceps, hits hard, probably a killer death grip, can probably lift you pretty easily

Beefy Wrestler boyfriend probably has a lotta that too BUT with the added bonus of being a big drama boy. Has a persona in the ring and probably brings that energy back home

I THINK by the slimmest margin, I’m picking wrestler boyfriend

#ask

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I have another idea for a fic series but it’s another “reader ends up in some place they REALLY need to get outa of” so instead of making that premise a fic I’ll do art of that idea

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The scary doctor knows how to treat his patients

#reblog

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A Jolly Odd Christmas, 004- The Ram

Merry Christmas! This wasn't the chapter I wanted to premiere on December 25th, but I still hope you guys are ready for this series to come to an end a few days from now! This chapter is less nsfw than the last one, but there will be something to make up for that in the final chapter! Hope you had a very great Christmas, and I hope you enjoy!

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“Mr. Claus!!! Mr. Claus!!!” Clack was waving his hands around, with you on top of his shoulders to get his attention. Not hard, not only were both him and Ruffle important guard figures, but they easily towered over all the other elves. You seemed a bit embarrassed, meeting the actual Santa that you figured was just fake all this time, and you weren’t sure what to do once he started approaching, gently nudging the crowd out the way.

For his age, Mr. Claus was extremely handsome. The way his beard perfectly framed his face, the very sleek well dressed way he presented himself. He both seemed extremely approachable yet extremely high class. 

“What are two guards doing out here, having a little break yeah?” Mr. Claus asked. 

“Hello sir! Sorta kinda,” Ruffle answered. “We’re so glad we ran into you. I dunno if the folks back at the factory gave you the news, but we have a bit of an issue that only you could help with.” He pointed up to you, who at this moment, was an elf with that hat on. 

“Is it okay if we talk somewhere private?” Clack asked. Mr. Claus looked at the crowd, and then back to the two guards with a nod.

“I’ll clear them out for you, sir,” Ruffle gave him a salute, before going back to work bot mode, face seeming a bit more stern as he gently ushered the elves away from Mr. Claus. 

“Everyone clear the way, give him some space,” he demanded of the crowd, and to that, they dispersed away from you all. Clack put you down, right in front of Mr. Claus. Oh wow…even at your current height, you could tell, this was a tall, tall man. You backed up a little, just so you could look him in the eye and you were actually…maybe just a little bit intimidating seeing him in the flesh.

“Oh you seem scared, don’t be buddy, I won’t bite,” Mr. Claus chuckled, leaning down to get a better look at you. “Now who is this one, boys?”

“Well sir, this is the uh…” Clack leaned in close to Mr. Claus to whisper in his ear. “This is the human that came here…we dunno how they did, but you’re the only person with the power to take them back…so we were going to your home to request that.” Mr. Claus raised an eyebrow, looking down at you incredulously.

“Doesn’t look too much like a human, too short, ears too pointy…”

“It’s the hat, it keeps them an elf,” Ruffle said, patting the top of your head. “Trust us, we came directly from the main office, and Mr. Cedar wouldn’t bother you with matters up there unless they were serious.”

“Please, it’s a pretty decent ways away from Christmas, people are probably worried sick about me,” you pleaded. “I wanna go home, I don’t want the people I love to be worried about me around the holidays.” Mr. Claus sighed, a soft smile appearing on his face, and he knelt down to get closer to your height. 

“Alrighty then, I have just what you need, we can’t have that after all,” he smiled. “I was just having a leisurely walk out there, so I can’t exactly get you back home quick, least not with a little bit of…” he snapped his fingers, and a lovely swirl of red and white appeared starting at his feet, before blowing slowly up his body and poofing away.

“Magical assistance.” He could see the sparkle in your eyes at that rather minor show of magic, and that made the old man’s grin even wider and sweeter. 

“You boys did a great job, I’ll take it from here, you go back to the factory, things are busy back there after all.”

“Yes sir!!” Clack and Ruffle both said in unison. “Buh bye! Good luck going back home!” Clack gave your head a pay, followed by Ruffle, and you couldn’t help but smile and blush. They were good fellas, pleasant if a little bit quirky. They both waved goodbye at you as they went back in the sled, and with that, you saw them vanish off into the city streets. While you waved a final goodbye once they vanished, you felt Mr. Claus’s large, warm arm wrap around your shoulders. You nearly jumped out of your skin, flinching in surprise, which only got a chuckle out of him.

“I hope you’ve been treated well so far,” he said. “I know these are less than ideal circumstances, but I’m nothing if not helpful.” Mr. Claus gently patted the small of your back to guide you down the block. 

“Tell me, how did you end up here in the first place?”

“Me?” you looked up at him. “From what Mr. Cedar told me, someone's wishlist, well actually, my boyfriend’s wishlist, sent me here. Since they can’t exactly clone a person, I guess some sorta glitchy Christmas magic brought me here. I dunno, but long story short, I dunno why my ex would even want me back, and I wanna go home.”

“This ex…why did he break up with you?”

“It’s…weird to be honest. He just said he didn’t feel very dominant in the relationship and wanted that feeling, and so he moved on to another person a month after we broke up. I’m not exactly broken up about it anymore, but I didn’t realize he was. It’s been a while…”

“Quite the reason, but I would be broken up too if I left someone as cute as you were.” You were in a bit of disbelief of what you just heard. Being called cute by Mr. Claus of all people…

“You think I’m…” you were so focused on talking your feelings out that you didn’t realize where you were. The lights of the city were a bit further away, and the two of you seemed to be walking through a park path, following stones that got smaller and more scattered, further away from many folks. 

“Is this really the path back? You told me you were going to uh…” you waved your fingers. “Magic us back to your place.”

“Oh I am…I most certainly am…” Mr. Claus chuckled. A less warm chuckle than before. Something more sinister. You felt something off about that…your eyebrow furrowed and you backed up away from Mr. Claus. 

“Um…sir…” you muttered. “Let’s take a path through the main city instead…I’d feel more comfortable like that…”

“No no no, This is the quickest way back,” Mr. Claus grabbed your hat, taking it off your head. At that, you poofed back to your normal size, and you saw the grin on Mr. Claus’s face widened even more with glee.

“Oh perfect…quite perfect…” he purred. Something definitely felt off now, and you immediately took off into a sprint. Before you could even go very far, you were tripped, falling flat on your face in the snow, and being dragged back by some twisted gnarled black vine. 

“I worked too bloody hard to bring you here just to run away again!” Mr. Claus’s voice sounded…much, much different. A more gravelly, deep cockney accent. “Since those idiots couldn’t get you back to me, I have no choice but to take you myself!” While trying to claw your way out of the grip of the vine, you saw a rock drag past you. Quickly, you grabbed it before it got too far away from your grasp, and with that, chucked the rock dead center at “Mr. Claus's” nose. You glanced up at him, and along with some blood, it was like a layer of makeup was peeled off, revealing ash gray skin underneath.

“Oh honey…” with a firm YANK, you were forced right up to this man, and lifted up by your shirt collar. “Naughty naughty naughty, throwing that stone at me! Think that’s about 3, maybe 4 whacks when we get back home!” As you struggled to get out of his grip, you saw the disguise that was Mr. Claus slowly fade away. He grew a foot in height, his skin completely turning gray, and long, goat-like horns sprouting from his head. The very sleek suit faded, instead there was an unkempt tank top, sweats, a gnarled looking straw basket, and a black fur coat that looked fancier than anything he was wearing. He was also incredibly hairy, with coarse black body hair all on his arms and poking out from his massive, burly chest. The large belly faded, and muscle only grew larger and more defined, leaving the physique of a bodybuilder, and the frightening yellow-eyed gaze of a demon. You glared at him in pure terror, and the more you saw of him the more you tried to struggle away, but he had a tough grip on you. 

“K…Krampus…?” you meekly whispered

“Oh, so you do recognize me~!” the large man purred. “I thought that old man had scrubbed everything about me from the public eye, but I guess not. You’re coming with me!” Hearing that, you tried your best to kick and thrash out of his powerful grip, and you even managed to land a firm kick right at the center of his chest, but that barely even made him flinch. All that got out of him was an amused chuckle. 

“No use trying to get free, I may be rusty, but I’ve been doing this sorta shit since the black plague was still a hot topic,” Krampus, like you weighed nothing, tossed you over his shoulder, and with an impressive precision, you landed in the basket. You thought you had a chance to crawl out, but the basket snapped shut, and try as you might, banging on what seemed to just be plain delicate straw did absolutely nothing. 

“No…no no no!!!” You cried out, continuing to bang and thrash to get out the basket. Great, this is the third time you were forced into a container, and this really might be your last time. You were so close…this was your chance to go back home, but now you weren’t sure if you’d ever be heard from again…! It seemed to be a weird hammerspace, you couldn’t hear anything or feel any movement, so you weren’t sure where you were going, so after several long, frustrating minutes of beating and thrashing at the basket, all you could do was eventually just…slump into the basket. And you could feel tears welling up in your eyes, struggling did nothing, pleading to be let go did nothing, so all you could really do now was just…cry. 

You weren’t sure how long it was, but as you burst into tears, suddenly the basket opened up, and you were yanked by your collar out of the basket. Krampus had pulled you out, an excited and happy grin on his face, but his expression immediately dropped when he saw you sobbing and hiccuping. You didn’t expect this but…he seemed nervous seeing you cry.

“Ah shit…I didn’t think this far…” he let go of you, and once he did, you grabbed him by the horns, drawing a fist back to punch him RIGHT in the nose, where you saw you scarred him. It didn’t seem to hurt him, but it caught him off guard, and he covered his face in shock.

“Let me go!! Let me out of this fuckin place right now!!” you yelled at him, pulling yourself out the straw basket. Krampus heard that, and the sympathy was replaced with rage as he went and grabbed you, tackling you to the ground with ease given his size.

“Absolutely fuckin not!! It took a lotta work to get you here!!” he roared. “If I let you go I can’t ever fuckin do this again!!” 

“I don’t wanna die here! I have people who love me, I don’t wanna be eaten!!” you yelled, thrashing and trying to grab onto anything you could to pull yourself out from under him. Krampus grabbed your wrists, pinning them to your side and looking down at you. He seemed exhausted, miffed, and you could feel him become damp with sweat. 

“I’m not gonna fucking eat you!! I ain’t killing ya!” he grunted. “I gave the specific request that you were sent to me alive and unharmed!!” You stopped struggling, and paused. You were baffled, looking back up at him with an expression of pure befuddlement. 

“Wha- well, why am I here?” you asked. “And can you get off of me?”

“Will you run or try to hit me if I do?”

“No, I will not, I promise.” Krampus looked a bit doubtful, but nonetheless, slowly let off of you. Looking around, you took the brief time to examine the room you were in. It was a smoking room…sort of. It looked…nicer than you had thought it would. Albeit, the couch nearby was covered with claw marks, and the coffee table had a few too many empty bottles of booze strewn about, but it was still a lot nicer than expected. 

“Now then…” you took a deep breath. “Tell me why you brought me here. Actually…tell me how you brought me here too!”

“That’s a lotta shit that’s gonna take a while for ya to hear, but if you want the short version-”

“I don’t.”

“-Is that…I miss humans, frankly, problem is to even interact with another human means I gotta agree with that stuffy old fuck’s new rules, and I refuse to just give out fuckin coal for the rest of my miserable existance.”

“Don’t you eat people?” you stood up, moving to sit on the couch. “Those two guys that almost kidnapped me were talking about seeing how I taste or some shit like that.”

“Yeah yeah, but I paid em so they WOULDN’T, those boys aunty would have you boiling in the cauldron before you even screamed, she’s quite the lady,” Krampus went to check one of the bottles on the coffee table, to see if any bottle had at least some liquid in it. 

“Alright then, you miss humans, big whoop, why am I here then?” you scooted away from Krampus once he sat down on the couch.

“I’m lonely, yes I am the boss of an entire gang of yuletide freaks like myself, but…” he took a sip of rum. “I wanted someone who wasn’t used to this life. Someone new who was impressed with the magic of this realm, cause frankly it has gotten boring around here in the past couple hundred years, and I miss a lotta the weirdness of Earth. I miss how cute humans were, cause I don’t just EAT people.” Krampus put the bottle down, leaning back on the couch and reaching his arm across it. 

“I remember all those fancy lil parades, being able to blend in amongst the folks in costumes who would scare people for fun, give me booze and meat, and hell, I remember a dame or two coming up to me all starry eyed and bubbly asking me for a night behind her father’s shed. Heh…the sex was always good…” He looked down at you, a coy grin on his face, and you just scowled and looked the other way.

“So what, I’m here just to help you remember the good ole days?” you asked. “I’m not some stray cat you found on the side of the road starving and sick. Did you really expect me to just be okay with abandoning everything I have back on earth just to what? Be your arm candy? No!” You were raising your voice, probably a mistake, but you didn’t care at this point. You were mad! This was all this guy’s fault after all!

“Oh c'mon baby, I’m not as big as ole Saint Nick over there, but I can show you a pretty decent life of luxury! We got some good stuff ‘round here after all! Way more exciting than that stuffy ole capital city!”

“I said NO!” you stood up, turning your back to Krampus. “I don’t wanna date you I don’t wanna be here I don’t wanna even look at you!” Krampus rubbed his temples, but let out a deep breath.

“Okay…I’ll play nice, I’ll play nice I promise,” he said. “The night’s still young…I still have a chance at this…” Krampus began to pace the room, and you just sighed and rolled your eyes. 

“Your patience is pretty short for a guy whose time I shouldn’t even bother to entertain,” you snapped. “This is ridiculous, just take me back-”

“You are NOT going back,” Krampus growled, approaching you with a snarl on his face. “If you do, that old fuck will find out and take you back! And then I’ll be in deeper shit than I have been the past…I don’t fucking know how long!” You looked curious at that. You sensed from what Jack said prior, something was up. And you were almost curious. Maybe if you got to the bottom of this, there was a slim, slim chance Krampus would let you go and you could head home. 

“Could you explain this so-called…deeper shit?” you asked. Krampus’s expression softened, and he let out an exhausted sigh. 

“Oh god…where do I even start? This’ll be a long story, so how about I ask for some refreshments while you’re here?” You just nodded with a shrug, and Krampus went to grab an old rotary phone nearby. He dialed a number, sitting there tapping his foot and waiting for a response. 

“Hey…my uh, my ‘guest’ is here, could you get me some things? Guess the usual is good for now, don’t keep me waiting, all that fuckin magic starved me, I’m practically skin and bones over here! Alrighty…see ya.” He hung up, turning to you with his clawed hands clasped together.

“While we wait, I can give a lil preamble,” he said. “I haven’t had a new face to complain about this in so long, maybe it’ll help let out a few more…frustrations.” Krampus sat back down on the sofa, and you reluctantly joined him. Alright, now that you were hearing him out, he seemed a bit softer. That was good…

“At the end of the day, we’re all just spirits of the winter and cold, what you humans might call fae even,” he started. “Play some of our little games, and if you don’t comply or fuck up, we take something of yours, but if you succeed, we give you something in return. In this case, or in the cases you’ve probably heard of, good behavior around the winter time rewards you with little gifts. Nothing big or fancy like the kids these days are getting. Usually it was dried fruit, a doll, some cream, maybe a scarf or two if they were good enough. Kiddies were happier with that stuff back then than now. I know for a fact if you were a kid and got a scarf, you’d be a grumpy little sunovabitch for the rest of that year.”

“I mean uh, not rea-”

“Don’t try to lie to me to look humble, baby, kids can be spoiled. Anyhow…” Krampus pulled out a cigar, grabbing a lighter from the messy coffee table to light it. 

“Lotta us made a name for ourselves. Ever heard of the Yule Lads? The Yule Cat? Hans Trapp?”

“Can’t really…say I have…”

“I mean, yeah that’s fair, you wouldn’t know our names unless you’re from the places we were a lot more popular in. And even then, in those places for most, we’re simply a fairytale, nothing like the Titans we once were. Back then we could freely hop between this realm and earth whenever we pleased…but to be honest, we greatly preferred coming around when the weather was cold in parts of the world. And ole Saint Nick wasn’t the boss he was today, he was just like us…just as much as a tricky, prank pullin’ sheep stealing motherfucker like the rest of us, if a li nicer…” There was a knock at the door, and Krampus waved his free hand over at it.

“Eh…come on in!” he called out. Coming in was an elf, just like many of the other elves you’ve seen in the city prior. This one just wasn’t dressed in the bright colorful reds, greens, and whites of the others, and he certainly didn’t look like one of those two weird dwarves who took you. He was wheeling in a tray of food…mostly two big plates of very rare steak, and a bottle of whiskey, as well as a glass of water.

“Here ya are boss,” the elf said, making room on the coffee table to place it all there. You looked down at the meal, nervous to even eat it while the elf left with the cart and empty booze bottles.

“Uh…what type of meat is this…?” you asked.

“Elk, what do you think, I go around eating just whatever type of meat?” Krampus stabbed through the entire steak and started tearing at it like a hyena tearing apart meat. 

“You do eat kid-”

“DID eat kids. Haven’t had one in a couple hundred years. And to be frank after that long without one I dunno if I’ll even go back. Too much hassle, which is how all this shirt started to begin with.”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to ask,” you took a sip of water. “What changed all this? What was the ultimate falling out?”

“Well…to be honest…” Krampus swallowed the entire steak in a few bites, and that made you cringe a little bit. “He’s always kept it vague these years. But…” Krampus leaned back, sighing a bit.

“Something makes me think he lost something. Dunno what, but I remember seeing him one December, poor fella was grieving nonstop for some reason, and he never, ever told me why. To be honest, that kinda fuckin hurt…we’ve bee friends for god knows how long, and now all of a sudden he’s keeping secrets from me, and next thing I know, folks can’t ever return to earth except for ONE day of the ENTIRE year and only to give presents to a buncha spoiled saps who throw tantrums if they don’t get a third game console.” You didn’t want to…you really didn’t want to feel pity for this man, but he was being honest with you. He was being rather vulnerable around someone he, for the most part, just met in person. Seems this has been on his mind for a long…long time.

“Man, I’m sorry, dunno what to say to that..” you mumbled. “But I’m sure he has a good reason. Other than uh…eating people is bad, but still.”

“I don’t need advice, you’re not some therapist or some shit,” he said. “But I hate that jolly red and white bastard, even though I don’t want to…but he overstepped things. He grew more and more powerful, and he became more and more popular than all of us, and he took advantage of that shit, and everyone who didn’t agree to his fuckin rule has just been on the fringe growing bitter and shit.” You sat there in silence, listening to him vent. You tried not to let any sympathy bubble up inside you, but now it was starting to get harder.

“When’s the last time you uh…talked to him? Face to face?”

“Pfft! Like I’m gonna do that!” he raised his arms in the air. “He’s the asshole who did a complete 180 without telling anybody!! He should come to ME to apologize! I want that big bellied bastard to grovel at my goddamn feet! And then…!” He stood up from the couch, chest puffed out. “Ohhhh and then I’d only forgive that fucking idiot if he let me give him several fuckin lashings across that way too big ass of his!” His back was turned to you, and seeing what you saw at your height, that last comment forced you to cover up a chuckle.

“Something, something stones at glass houses…” you muttered. 

“What was that?” he turned around. 

“Nothing-! I mean uh…well…don’t you guys live a long time? Isn’t just avoiding talking about the issue going to make things worse?”

“He should do it first so I don’t hafta,” Krampus took a big, big swig straight from the bottle of whiskey. “Stupid bastard getting famous just because he gives a buncha snot nose brats lil toys…lotta them would be better off as meat pies and winter stew…” You felt like you were talking in circles with this guy. You wanted to talk him up a bit more, but you weren’t here to give him advice, you were here to soften the deal so that maybe, just maybe he could let his guard down and you could find some time to get out of here…you noticed how much he was drinking, he might have a pretty high alcohol tolerance, but he seemed like he loved his booze…so…

“Hey big guy, you seem tense,” you pat his bicep. Not overly friendly, but to make it seem like you were more casual. Oh wow, he actually had some pretty hard arms. “Could we get a few more drinks? I know when I have a rough day at work, a nice sip or two from the weird stuff in my cabinet helps.”

“Cheers to that,” Krampus took the bottle from his lips, with it being about half empty already. “I might get a few more bottles, I’ve been working hard all day to get you back here, I’ve earned it!” He went back over to the phone, dialing that same elf.

“Bring me up a buncha bottles of booze! Don’t matter what kind, I’m taking care of myself for the night to make up for those bozos fucking things up!”

—

“And- and I’ll tell ya what- I fuckin- I think Gryla, that bitch, she’s- she’s a shit cook!” Krampus had his head in your lap, and all you could do was sit there, waiting for your moment while you forced yourself to listen to this guy’s rants. Oh when would this end…

“Bitch doesn’t season things, it’s all meat and water…!” he slurred. “And she has the gall to say I- that I’m a shit guest! Be a better fuckin chef then! 13 nephews- or 12 I think…and none…and none of them say shit to her…” You listened to him slowly drift off. He looked out of it, and you watched Krampus’s eyelids flutter close. 

“Well maybe they like her…uh…” you heard some REAL deep snoring. That fast huh. Even though you watched him down several bottles, it was only now that Krampus was hammered enough to fall asleep. Oh thank goodness, finally! You very, very, agonizingly slowly pushed his head out of your lap, letting it gently and slowly fall down on the couch. Yes! Freed! Just to be extra sure, you grabbed Krampus’s fur coat, and once you put it on, it was so big that it covered most of your features. Oh god, it had a bit of a musky odor to it. This thing might’ve needed a cleaning to get this man’s scent out…

Every step you took was a very careful, delicate path to getting out of here. You weren’t sure just how light or heavy a sleeper Krampus was, but messing around with that would mean you didn’t have time to leave. And this was your only way out. The door squeaky as all hell when you opened it, so you only opened it enough to squeeze your body through, and you didn’t bother to close it before silently walking down the hall. 

The looks of the hallways, it seemed like the den of some seedy 1920s mobsters. Everything was sleek, dark, and even the occasional scratch on the walls or floor seemed pretty fitting for this place. Looks like this guy lived in a manor, but it was seemingly smaller than Jack’s. And looking down the staircase, you saw the door right down there. This was easier than you thought. You had thought you’d see a servant or two walking by cleaning up, but so far nothing! 

You had a hunch, that this might’ve been way too easy, but you didn’t want to stay here a second longer, and this time you wanted to find a way out of this place. You were certain people were looking for you anyway. You had gotten down the staircase, trying to make as little noise as possible while going down the creaky staircase. It was so close, the exit was getting so, so close…!

You  had your hand on the door handle, prying it open, ready to sprint out of there, but then…

“You thought it’d be that easy, huh?”

Oh no…oh wait, he was awake?! You didn’t wanna turn around, you just grabbed the handle and tried to run out of there, but just as you were outside in the cold, snowy night air, you bumped into Krampus, who had materialized right in front of you as you were trying to leave. He yanked his coat off you, putting it back on, and glaring down at you, angry despite the wide grin on his face. 

“I was patient with you for long enough…!” he snarled. “I thought I was giving you a deal…! A nice comfy place to live, I could satisfy you as much as you want, and I ain’t that bad looking. But no…you’re being ungrateful, and I don’t wanna have to appease you! So if you’re not gonna accept my offer!” He grabbed you, picking you up off the ground. This time, you barely even struggled, as you were outright terrified as Krampus lost his patience. 

“I’ll take you to the boys and make you into a perfect little meat pie…!” Krampus was ready to pull you back inside, but both of you noticed the bright lights of someone riding up to the mansion. The gates opened, but it seemed more like they were forced opened from the way they SLAMMED. You saw a sled, pulled by several reindeer, and a man walked out of it. Krampus forced you to hide behind him, looking rather nervous as you saw Saint Nicholas…the REAL one hopefully, walk down the path of the mansion, with a stern, cold expression on his face. He looked to you behind Krampus, then he looked to Krampus, who had a much more nervous, sheepish grin on his face.

“Come with me,” he said. “Both of you. We need to have a talk.”

#cuppimagines #nsft #nsft text #a jolly odd christmas

[cuppimagines]

A Jolly Odd Christmas, 003- The soldiers

I'm admittedly a bit late to this! I wanted to write a chapter every 5 days, but because of IRL things, I was too tired to get to this. So the final chapter WILL be at the latest posted on December 30th, but I hope by then you still have some holiday cheers to enjoy the finale! For now, enjoy the chapter!

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You forgot exactly when you fell asleep, but it was a nice, long, relaxing rest after the time you spent with Jack Frost. All you remember was the feelings you had as you drifted off to sleep. Pleasant, comforting, safe yet again. Waking up however, you were nudged by someone.

“Hey. Little Buddy. You up?” Huh? Who was that?

You woke up…at a much more familiar place than before. You could smell peppermint coffee, and saw you were laid down on the sofa of an office area. Oh! You were back at the factory! This wasn’t Mr. Cedar’s office, but you could hear the sounds of the workers outside from before, and saw above you there were two nutcracker guards. One of them also seemed oddly familiar. Odd because you realized….

These nutcrackers seemed to have the same face built for them. A strong jawed, handsome, broad nosed masculine face. Only difference between the two of them was that the more familiar one had a tanner complexion, with long curly brown hair and a thin pencil mustache. The other was paler, with shorter blonde hair and silver-gray eyes.

“I’m…back at the factory?” you looked around. 

“Yeah! Apologies for the uh…incident,” the brown haired nutcracker clasped his hands together with an awkward smile. Huh. From before, he seemed a bit more stone faced and serious, not really an expression. Both of these men were emoting just fine, like they weren’t wood and metal automatons. Just two large people. 

“I mean…I sorta saw what happened, it’s not your fault,” you looked around. “But how did I get here?”

“We were sent on a search mission for you, only a select few of us to not raise suspicion,” the blonde nutcracker said. “We found you just outside of the woods asleep on a buncha pillows. Weird place to fall asleep but okay.” Oh…that weird old bastard dropped you off there. You figured he knew a nice safe place to leave you while these two picked you up…so you supposed it was fine. For now. 

“I’m actually happy to be back here, where’s Mr.-”

“YOU!” Mr. Cedar burst through the door with another elf by his side. “Oh thank goodness you’re okay! I heard you were captured! Dammit, we need to get better security around here…”

“Mr. Cedar! Oh it’s great to see you!” You stood up and ran over for a hug. Mr. Cedar went bright red in your arms, before gently nudging himself out the hug. 

“U-uh, well uh…so, we should be getting to business. It turns out somehow, somewhere you were found out and so those nasty little dwarves probably want to find you and of course, eat you. We can’t have a death here, so before anything else happens, we have to get Mr. Claus on the horn ASAP. I don’t want to bother him with this sort of thing, but he’s the only man who can properly deal with this and send you back home. “

“So…I get to go there and talk to him?” you asked.

“Yes, and this time you’ll have guards, proper guards so that this won’t happen again.” You looked up, wearily, at the two nutcrackers. You were caught BECAUSE of some nutcracker who was…corrupted? Glitched? Whatever that was, and you were unsure you wanted to put your trust in another one.

“What happened last time won’t happen again…right?”

“Oh no no no!!” The blonde nutcracker waved his hands. “Poor Clack here just ended up targeted by those poor fellas, but he’s fixed up! And we have precautions against that now!”

“Deepest Apologies…” Clack bowed his head. “Once I came to I realized I wasn’t of sound mind, and that those fiendish dwarves played me like some sorta puppet! I’m so glad you were here for me, Ruffle…”

“Anything for a friend,” the blonde nutcracker, Ruffle, put a hand on Clack’s shoulder. “Since our job is to protect you, dear human, get ready for a bit of travel. Mr. Claus’s place is a pretty decent way’s away from here, so let’s get a move on!”

“Can I uh, can I just relax here, first? Just for a few minutes before we leave?” you asked, glancing over at Mr. Cedar. “I also need to do a few things.”

“Of course!” Both Clack and Ruffle said in unison. “We have to get things ready anyhow, so we'll be back to retrieve you!” Both large robotic men left the office, and with that, Mr. Cedar and you were left all on your own. It was silent for a bit, but you sat back down, a small nervous smile on your face.

“I’m sorry for being such a nuisance, I know you have a lot to do,” you said.

“No need to apologize, I thought about what you said the other day,” Mr. Cedar sat down next to you. “And you were right. Before I discovered that you were taken, the next morning I went to talk to some of the managers, and ask if I could outsource some of the work to them so that there was less of a workload on myself. Wanna know what they said?”

“...What did they say?”

“Well…well they laughed at me and asked if I was replaced by some magical doppelganger. But they agreed to that, and so now, work is still hard but now there's less of that hard work for me to do.” You smiled, leaning back in your seat.

“I hope that goes well then,” you replied. “I’d say all that stress would send you to an early grave…but I mean, you’re pretty old, I think. How old are you?”

“Now now, it’s rude to ask a man for his age,” Mr. Cedar wagged his finger at you. “But I can at least say I’ve been around far, far longer than you. Magic sorta keeps the likes of myself and many folks you see here around for a lot longer than humans. At least…humans that don’t interact with us too often.”

“So uh…what’s going to happen once I’m gone, then?” you asked. Mr. Cedar paused, looking away for a second.

“Well uh…you’ll go back, and you’ll forget any of this ever happened,” he answered. “This will all just be a dream that’ll fade the moment you wake up, and you’ll go about your regular life.” That…honestly seemed a bit sad. Your shoulders slumped, and you looked down at your lap, a bit sad.

“Oh…okay…”

“I know, I don’t like it either, but rules are rules,” Mr. Cedar placed a hand on your shoulder. “But I missed coming in contact with a human. It’s been a very, very long time. You’re a breath of fresh air, even if we haven’t known each other for very long.”

“I mean…well…if I’ll be gone and forget all of this…could I have just one request before I leave?” you asked. 

“Hm…oh yes of course, what is it?”

—

“So you were listening in on them the entire time?��� Ruffle asked. “Damn, I didn’t think Mr. Cedar was that sorta man.”

“I heard rumors floating about,” Clack shrugged. “I thought it was just normal stuff till I heard all that bang bang banging around. That man’s a freak, who knew?” Clack knocked on the door to alert they were back, and when the two were let in, they saw Mr. Cedar…and another elf, one that looked a lot like you, but still was just an elf. 

“Uh…where’s the human person?” Clack asked.

“Oh, Clack, Ruffle, they’re right here,” Mr. Cedar gestured to you, going over to gently pat the hat you had on. “This is a magic little hat I managed to find in my desk, old but it works. Now they can walk amongst other elves and nobody will ever know. Which also makes them less of a target.”

“I hope this isn’t too much, but I had one last request to make before leaving,” you said. “I hope it’s not a burden, I wanted to take a tour of the city before going home. It’s pretty out there, and I don’t think I’ll have another opportunity to do that. Even if I forget all this ever happened, I at least want to, you know…experience it.” The two nutcrackers looked at each other, but had pretty satisfied grins on their faces.

“Oh that’s perfect for us!!” Ruffle grinned. “That’s basically a free vacation day for either of us, and all we have to do is protect you!”

“We can do that no problem at all!” Clack gave you a salute. “Cmon then buddy, let's go!”

“Yep, let's go!!” Clack and Ruffle grabbed your hands on both sides, practically lifting you off your feet to take you out.

“Goodbye, Mr. Cedar!” you grinned and waved his way, and he waved back, a smile on his face as the door closed behind you. 

“We got permission to ride the new fancy sleds we’ve been making!” Clack grinned. “More discreet, and oh man they’re handsome!”

“No deer required, just the power of pure elven magic!” Ruffle had a skip in his step. “You’ll like it, I promise you that!” You were taken down the rather active halls of the factory, and you felt more at ease just walking around in this disguise. Though being 4 feet tall was quite weird to you…everything felt bigger but at the same time since the architecture was made for this size, just right at the same time. 

The two lead you to what looked to be a sorta…landing strip, and being polished up was a rather large sled, with several tall well built reindeer men inspecting it over a few times. And as you were looking on with a bit of curiosity, Clack and Ruffle brought you over to another sled…but one that appeared to be more mechanical in nature. Built similarly to Santa’s sled, but with a closed top, and with treads replacing the blades of a regular sled. 

“Is that our ride?”

“Heck yeah it is!” Clack grinned. “This beauty’s just a tester. The folks say that it probably won’t be something too useful for everyday what with the train system being as good as it is, but it doesn’t hurt to have an extra option or two!”

“And we get to ride it!!!” Ruffle squealed with delight. “Cmon cmon hop on!” With very little protest, you were shoved into the sled. This one definitely wasn’t made for the elves, because you felt like a pet in the backseat of a car with the sheer size of this compared to how easily Clack and Ruffle slid in, with you smushed in between them. 

“So then little buddy, where to?” Clack asked.

“Anywhere big and active and festive, spare no expense!” you said with a grin on your face. You were honestly excited, possibly the most excited you’ve been this entire time here. Yes you were going to forget all this the time you came back home, but at the same time..it would be fun to enjoy it while you could. With a flick of a switch and a turn of a handle, it started slow, but the sled went out the landing zone at a pretty fast pace down the stone, you almost weren’t ready for it, but after getting used to it it just felt like you were riding on some much faster tractor than anything else. 

“So uh, y/n was it? You’re the first human we’ve ever met,” Ruffle said

“To be honest I thought you’d look a bit different than I thought humans look. You’re just a taller elf, sorta like Mr. Claus,” Clack continued. 

“Mr. Claus huh? I saw his picture at- at somewhere around here before getting kidnapped. What’s he like?” you asked.

“Well…we haven’t met him in person, BUT!!” Ruffle spoke up. “We’ve heard so much about the guy! Big, handsome, and super super nice to the folks around town! Not just some jolly round old guy either!”

“I heard he’s got some muscle on him!” Clack flexed his arm, and to your surprise you could see his muscles flex like he was made of flesh. “Bet underneath that coat he’s got some beef to him! Some big tough wrestlers build!” You leaned back in your seat, trying to imagine that, and thinking about the portrait you saw at Jack Frost’s mansion. A large, burly, round bellied older man with that nice, kind smile and curly cloud-like hair…that’s actually not too bad sounding…

“Oh! y/n!” Ruffle spoke up, snapping you out of your thoughts. “So how were you doing with Mr. Cedar? He seems like a hardass, hope he didn’t treat you uh…too roughly…” You raised an eyebrow at that. What did he…surely Ruffle didn’t hear…

“What do you…?”

“Oh uh, look!” Ruffle brought the sled to a stop, and very quickly took you out the sled. What you saw looking out the window of Mr. Cedar’s office was absolutely nothing compared to looking at all of this from up close. You lived in the city before, you’ve seen the bright lights, the gorgeous trees, the decorations strewn about every December as you walked along the snowy streets, be it day or night. And yet you were still awestruck at the magic of the bright lights, the massive, massive pine trees, the buildings with folks in the windows dancing or cooking or just relaxing with a drink. The streets were busy, though some folks stopped to stare at the sled you three just rode in on, but nevertheless continued on their merry way. 

The shops had big bright windows with clothes, toys, candy, jewelry, so many things on display, with elves coming in and out, packing up their own gifts for one another. If you looked closely, you could even see some of the elves in there working away at making their own toys and clothes. Everything seemed so happy, so bright, so filled with life in every corner you looked. Your head was practically spinning from all of this, and Clack seemed to see that you looked close to fainting from the sheer awe of it all. He went and very gently patted your head, looking down with a smile on his face.

“It’s nice isn’t it?” he asked. “We’re gonna make sure you have a lotta fun.”

“I trust you guys to do that!” you smiled. “There’s so much here, oooo it’s perfect!!”

“Then let’s not waste anymore of the day just looking!” Ruffle grabbed you, picking you up to carry you on his shoulder. “Let’s go then little buddy!”

—

This was probably the most fun you had in a while. When Clack and Ruffle told you you were going to have a fun time, they weren’t kidding. Looks like Mr. Cedar gave them a fair bit of money JUST to spend on you, and they took you shopping for snacks, some cake, and you got to try elk meat for the first time! After that with the lakes being frozen over, you went ice skating…albeit, very poorly, and the two nutcrackers practically had to carry you the entire time so you wouldn’t constantly eat shit on the ice. You couldn’t really buy any of the clothes you were looking at, since even if you wouldn’t remember all this, they would be too small when you got back home anyway…but that didn’t stop you from gleefully trying them on with Clack and Ruffle very excitedly encouraging you, hunched over in very small seats for them.

As the day grew darker and the night came in, Clack and Ruffle had taken you out to the fair at the very heart of the city. You recognized the massive ferris wheel located in the center of town, and it was even more marvelous up close. Your feet started to hurt at this point, so you sat, waiting for Clack to bring back some snacks while Ruffle sat next to you.

“How’ve you been enjoying the day?” Ruffle turned to you, casually kicking his feet in the snow.

“It’s been great, I’ve had a lotta fun here!” you leaned against him, closing your eyes a bit. “Shame I’ll forget this all when I’m gone. But I have family and friends back home. If I could, I'd come here to visit during the holidays.”

“Awww, I’d love to have you visit, you’re a peach!” Ruffle wrapped an arm around you. “I am gonna miss this, everyone’s been busy preparing for the holidays. Little to no breaks even for the likes of us.”

“I’ve been meaning to ask, what is it exactly you guys do?”

“Oh! I mean, there’s not much to say. We’re bodyguards, handymen, protectors, all that sort. It’s a simple job, I mean I hope it is, because I was literally built for that. Now can I ask you a question?” You raised an eyebrow, but nodded.

“So…what were you and Mr. Cedar up to when you two were together?” That made you shoot up from your seat all of a sudden, eyes wide and faced hot and flustered despite the cold weather. 

“O-oh uh…well,” you looked away from him. “I saw that Mr. Cedar was stressed out from work…so I uh…gave him some advice is all!”

“Advice eh?” Ruffle smiled, a very smug smile as he leaned back in his seat. “Trying to get him to relax huh? He’s seemed happier lately despite all the stuff he’s had to do. That advice must’ve been amazing~!”

“Oh hush, why are you asking this all of a sudden?” you pouted, crossing your arms. 

“Well uh…how about I ask you when Clack comes back? You did want a chocolate peppermint donut after all.” And like on cue, Clack was there carrying the snacks you had asked for, a smile on his face. 

“I’m back! Hope I didn’t take too long!” he grinned.

“Oh you came just in time!!” Ruffle greeted him. “Now we can ask about that ‘thing’ we were talking about earlier.”

“The thing…?” There was a pause, before Clack realized what his buddy was talking about.

“Ohhhhhh the thing! Oh yeah!! So!” Clack handed you the food before clasping his hands together. “We have a…proposal.”

“So, you are the first human we’ve seen, and uh…well, okay I’ll be honest,” Ruffle said. “My mind was only partially there when that weird blue crystal messed me up. But I was conscious enough to realize that you and Mr. Cedar Uh…you had your fun. And well…we uh…”

“We had never seen a human this up close before, so we wanted to…” You looked up at both of them, before looking down into their laps, looking back and forth between them. You were curious…did they…?”

“I mean uh, yes, but first off where, and second off how would that work?” you asked. “Are you guys built with uh…?”

“We can show you once we grab the sled and park someplace nice and quiet!” Ruffle looked excited. “Sooo, what do you say?” Both of them had some very excited, happy grins on their faces, and it was so cute and endearing on both of them. You had to hold in a giggle, covering your mouth and looking down at your lap.

“Yanno what? Yeah, I just hope your boss, ole big boy Cedar won’t mind!”

“He won’t! And he doesn’t gotta know anyhow!” Clack leapt up from his seat. “Think of it like…I dunno a study, an experiment! We just wanna see how a cute human like you ticks!”

—

It was a lot more quiet where you guys left the sled. The sounds of the fair were long gone, and it was just the night wind blowing outside. The back seat had been flattened out, allowing for a lot more space for the three of you to move around. You were realizing just how small you were now compared to Clack and Ruffle. You had taken the hat off, fully back to your regular size, but despite that you still felt so so small compared to them. 

“So uh…are you uh, ready?” Ruffle asked nervously. “We promise we’ll both be gentle.”

“I’m very ready, trust me,” you nodded. “Here, should I…?”

“Actually,” Clack gently places a massive hand on your shoulder. “Let us, if you don’t mind.” You simply nodded, and just like that, you saw Clack’s hand lower down to your hips, one moving to lift your shirt, and the other to tug down your pants. With just how big he was, you almost felt like a doll being gently undressed so your pretty little clothes wouldn’t tear. Clack and Ruffle were both VERY intently staring down at you, almost in awe, like this was some marvelous new sight to both of them. 

“So…not too much different from an elf,” Clack very gently rubbed your hips. “But something about you still feels so different, it’s nice~!”

“Let me try too!” Ruffle very gently nudged Clack out the way, leaning down so that he could plant a peck on the lips. You were surprised to feel that…his lips felt soft! They didn’t feel like hard wood at all, so you leaned up and gave him a second kiss to get another feel for his lips, which surprised him quite a bit.

“Oh wow, I didn’t expect that…” you muttered. 

“Me…me neither! You’re adorable!!” Ruffle smiled brightly.

“I want a turn too hold on!” Clack grabbed you, pulling you in for a kiss as well, not a quick peck like Ruffle, but rather long, gentle, and slow. You could feel Ruffle wrap an arm around you, leaning in to start kissing at your neck. He noticed after a brief kiss that you had some markings on your body. There were still faint blue markings from Jack, and Ruffle looked rather curious about them.

“How did you get these…?” he asked, tracing a finger along your markings. 

“Mm..ah…oh uh…” you pulled from Clack’s kiss. Oh god, Jack could use magic to clothe you and bring you back to safety, but apparently he couldn’t mask these marks. That fuckin bastard... “I just uh…got myself hurt, but don’t worry, kiss there as much as you want to…” Ruffle looked a bit hesitant at first, he didn’t want to hurt you, but you gave him your consent to, and so he started to pay close attention to those marks. He had a tongue, a warm, wet tongue that glided across each mark, and between that and Clack’s gentle kisses, your body shuddered in pleasure from both of them. 

Clack grabbed your thigh, taking the time to feel your warm skin underneath his rough, more inorganic feeling hands. You could feel him squeezing you, pinching you, taking his sweet gentle time to just enjoy the feeling of you. Both men seemed excited, happy to get the opportunity to touch you like this. 

“You taste…” Clack pulled from the kiss briefly.

“Amazing…” Ruffle moaned breathlessly. You decided to give Ruffle more attention too, and you leaned in and pressed your lips to his, moaning into the kiss while your hands ran through Clack’s shiny golden locks. You practically felt smothered between the both of them the way they gleefully groped you, kissed you, fondled whatever parts they could grab. It was both adorable and arousing how excited they seemed. 

Both suddenly pulled away, leaving your back pressed against Ruffle, and your legs spread out. Clack seemed to have a gleeful expression on his face, like he had some surprise. 

“Now, Technicallyyyyy, we’re not built with reproductive parts…” he said.

“But…that doesn’t mean we don’t have other tools at our disposal…” Ruffle continued. “Here…” he picked you up, so that his thigh was right between your legs, wrapping an arm around you for support.

“Just tell us to stop anytime, and we’ll stop…” Ruffle smiled, kissing you on the cheek. At that second, you could feel a small vibration between your legs. It left a tingle rushing through your body, before centering right at your core as soon as the vibrations got less and less faint. You brought your hand to your mouth, face flushed while your entire body shuddered in pleasure. 

“Does that feel good…?” Clack asked softly. Your whimpers were muffled against your hand, but you nodded, moving your hips against Ruffle to feel the vibrating under you even harder. You could feel his pants getting soaked underneath you, already you were becoming a dripping mess, and all you could do was try and muster a weak apology. 

“I-I…that’s an…” you whimpered. In turn, Ruffle just kissed your cheek.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, don’t apologize, I want you to feel good,” Ruffle reassured you. “You’re so cute, moan as much as you want.”

“B-but what if someone hears us…?”

“Oh we’re parked a good ways away, don’t worry!” Clack kissed you as well, bringing a hand between your legs so he could gently rub your clit. Both sensations made you jolt up, taking your hands off your mouth to grip Clack’s shirt. 

“Fuck!! Oh goddd!!” you moaned, much louder than before. 

“Oh look at you! You’re soaked, we knew you’d like this!” Ruffle grinned. “Just keep grinding against my leg, come on now. Be as self indulgent as you’d like~!” And self indulgent you were. The friction, the feeling of both Ruffle wrapping his arms around you and Clack massaging your clit with his massive fingers. Both men just seemed to be watching you. Paying attention to your expression and your movements, both out of curiosity and joy that they were pleasuring you so well. 

“You’re very pretty like this, you know?” Clack kissed your lips, followed by your neck, right under your ear where Jack left another mark on you. “I hope enough people tell you how nice you look.”

“Especially when you’re this close to cumming~!” Ruffle leaned his head against the nap of your neck. “Cmon now, we wanna know how you sound when you’re ready to burst, go on~!” The vibrations got more intense. Both men were so much more feverish and excited with their movements. The kissing, the fondling…too much, it was too too much. You wanted to hug them both, and tried to wrap one arm around both of them as you cried out in pleasure. Oh god…you made an absolute mess on yourself already. The vibrations against Ruffle’s thighs died down, but you still tried to lazily hump him, even after such a loud orgasm. Both men kissed you, and Ruffle lifted your legs up, locking them in his arms and leaving you in an almost full Nelson grip, completely at the two men’s whims like this. 

You only let out a weak yelp, you were nearly limp in his grip, like some little ragdoll for them to play with. 

“Keep 'em like that, Ruffle,” Clack said. “I got a much better angle now, you ready, dear?”

“Y-y-yessss…Yes I am…~!” you moaned. 

“Perfect~!” Clack pressed his fingers back up against your folds, only this time, the same vibrating sensation you felt against Ruffle, was now all focused onto Clack’s fingers. And this time, you could feel them slowly slide into you.

Oh…oh wow, his fingers were thick…two of them were already stretching you out, vibrating so, so hard inside you, your nerves felt like they were on fire.

“How’s that feel…?” Clack asked. “Again…just give us the word and we can stop anytime you want us to.”

“N-no, no it feels, it feels…!” You cried out in ecstasy, his fingers were so deep inside you, and they began pumping back and forth, at a mechanical rate, like you were using a sex toy instead of being fingered. That caught you off guard, but in the best way imaginable. You could barely squirm, barely move, all you could do was swing your legs each time you felt a sudden bolt of pleasure from Clack. He saw your expression, your mouth agape as you moaned loudly for both of them, and he looked pretty accomplished with himself.

“We’re doing a good job, right?” he asked.

“You feel good, yeah?” Ruffle added. “We want you to feel really good.”

“A-and I do…ohhh I really do…” you moaned. “Keep going please…please…!” Both Ruffle and Clack looked at each other, excitement in their eyes, and a big happy grin plastered across both their faces. 

“We’re so happy we could make you feel good!!” Clack exclaimed with joy. The more joyous he sounded, the faster and harder he was against you, and in response you moaned even louder, barely able to do a thing, completely trapped between the two and stimulated to high heavens. Quicker than you realized, you came against Clack’s fingers. Your throat felt a bit sore already just from moaning as much as you did, and you barely had time to recover from that…before suddenly Ruffle turned you upside down, and you barely had room to breathe as the two were pressed against you from both sides. Your legs wrapped around Ruffle, and both of them seemed to take the time to look at just how soaked you were.

“Oh wow you are soaking wet!” Clack exclaimed. “Mm…I kind of want a taste…”

“Well don’t just stand there then, numbnuts,” Ruffle immediately dove in between your legs, and you felt his hot, wet mouth pressed against you. You were way too sensitive now at this point, and this didn’t make things any better. All you could muster was a weak, yet very pleasured whine, only becoming louder when Clack took the time to lean down and lick and suck on your clit. Both their tongues were taking time to explore your most sensitive parts, swapping their tongues either inside you or tasting your swollen, sensitive clit. 

“Fuuuuck…ohhhh fuckkkk!!” you cried out. That was all you could muster before your moaning became completely incoherent and rambled. 

“Mmm…oh you taste good~!” Ruffle pulled away briefly. 

“Taste amazing more like it~!” Clack moaned. “I’m so glad we did this, you’re practically perfect~!” Both of them dove back between your legs, and you felt like you were gonna pass out at this moment. Not just from the blood rushing from your head, but the fact that there was barely a break before being pleasured all over again. 

“I…I…” you could barely utter anything, anything at all. It felt too good and yet it was almost torture having a back to back orgasm. They were both so happy to see how good you felt, and they were both amazing. Your face felt hot, you could feel the blood rushing to your head, and you swore you were close to blacking out. The only thing bringing you back to reality was the fact that you came so suddenly against the both of them, letting out one final squeal of pleasure, before you went completely limp in their arms. Ruffle let go, and let you fall right into Clack’s lap, and you looked completely out of it. 

“Oh uh…whoops,” Clack looked down at you, poking your cheeks. “Did we break them?”

“Nahh, let's just get them back to base,” Ruffle took off his jacket, allowing you to use it as a blanket while Clack went to turn on the sled. You were ready to fall asleep in the sled like this. It was relaxing to hear the motor and the treads move against the snow, so you drifted off asleep…

Up until Clack had shaken you awake suddenly. You don’t know how long it was, but you were back in the main city. 

“Hey, hey hey hey!!” he said. “Let's help you get your clothes and the hat on, you won’t believe who's in town!” 

“H…huh…what…?” you looked up, and saw a crowd out the window. Through that crowd, you saw someone very, very familiar. He stood above the elves all surrounding him, dressed in a nice, sleek red suit with a fluffy white fur coat draped around his shoulders. Gold and white spectacles, dark skin, curly white hair and beard, that large frame of his, and the warm, welcoming smile. You felt a similar excitement that you only remembered when you were young, before you were told Santa Claus was fake. But this was no old guy in a costume, no no, this was the real man.

Just your luck, you could ask him to send you back home!

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A Jolly Odd Christmas- 002, the Woods

Chapter 2 of our romp in the land of Saint Nick! Not everything is sweet around here, and both the people and the environment will be cruel to you if you're not prepared. Hopefully some help will come to keep you away from this scary eternal white winter

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The ride was bumpy, uncomfortable, and unpleasant. Each time the reindeer ran over some bump or groove in the uneven path they were traveling, you could feel it as you moved around in the sack. But that didn’t even matter as you tried your hardest to get out of your bindings. No way in hell were you going to stay here and find out what these guys' plans were with you, and from the way they were talking above you, it wasn’t anything good.

“Couldn’t the big guy have been a little bit more generous? He only wished for one human, if we had a couple extra we could have a meal with the boys.”

“If we brought more than one person here the folks would’ve told that big bellied old bastard. Goddamn Saint Nick, bastard changing up the rules just because he felt like it on a whim.”

“Ma misses the taste of human so badly! Recently she’s been whining and complainin’ ‘bout it the closer Christmas gets.” Oh no, this was the kind of stuff Mr. Cedar mentioned in passing. You at least thought you’d be protected from this sort of thing happening, but looks like they were crafty and planned this out. You had to get out as soon as possible. Luckily for you, the binds around your arms weren’t tied tight. All you had to do was lock your wrists closer together…and slowly but surely you could wiggle your way out. The bumping and moving in the back was distracting, and it hurt like hell after a while, but nothing was going to stop you from getting out of here. 

…Perfect! Arms are free, now all you had to do was untie your legs…but then, once you were out, then what? Two bozos riding a sled would be faster, and they’d be looking for you after all this, and they could find you again.

The sack, alongside your arms, weren’t tied up well enough, and with a bit of force from the inside, pushing up against the knot, you managed to get out. Once you could actually see, you saw…trees. Nothing but trees and the path that the sled left. Even then…better now than never.

Taking a deep breath, you JUMPED off the sled and landed in the snow. It cushioned your fall a bit, but it was so, so freezing!! You had to get up, had to leave, and from the looks of it, they weren’t coming back for you. It was freezing, even with your coverings, you could still feel the wind free the water on your face, and make your teeth chatter. But all you had to do was follow the path left behind by the sled. You didn’t know how far you had gone, but from the looks of it, you couldn’t see any city lights whatsoever. Just trees and the dark, only the moon to even light your path. 

You couldn’t hear the sled, instead all you could hear were the sounds of wind, snow fall, and the occasional animal running past you in the snow. Just your luck, it seemed to get colder and colder, and the snow began to pick up. Even worse, now, the tracks were completely covered. 

“No…no no no no!!” you exclaimed, looking around. It was dark, you were lost, and it was getting colder, and colder. Even in such a magical place, something a kid would dream of coming to, there was still harsh and bitter cold. You couldn’t give up, no matter how much it stung when you blinked, no matter how much it hurt whenever you took a breath in from the sheer cold. You couldn’t give up…

Just keep walking…if you couldn’t find your way back…those guys couldn’t either…Don’t give up…

You tripped, falling to your knees, and the snow only picked up from there. It was even colder, who knew what time it was, and with it being night, there wasn’t even any relief coming from the sun out in the daytime. You couldn’t have been walking for that long…right? But it seemed the more you walked, the stronger the snow was. 

This was awful, you wanted to just lay down and rest, but there was nowhere to rest. Nowhere to warm yourself up. Just cold. And just your luck, as the cold was persisting, and the moon almost seemed completely gone amongst the clouds, you saw something close to you in the dark.

A pair of white boots looking down, and a pair of glowing blue eyes looking up.

The snow was moving too fast, and the night was too dark to see anything else of this person. But it seemed to grow even colder the second you saw this man. You wanted to cry from the cold, but you knew your tears would just freeze up if you even tried to.

“...Are you cold, sweet one?”

The man spoke. A deep, calm, smooth voice. And of all the things he could ask you?! You wanted to answer, to yell at him that yes you were cold! But from the way he asked you, to the way you could vaguely see his head tilting in a mocking manner to look at you. This almost seemed like a riddle. He wanted you to answer that you were, indeed, cold, but you were afraid he might do worse if you did.

“N-no, no…” you muttered, your teeth chattering as you did. The storm picked up. You could feel the snow piling onto your body it was going so strong. This was hell. But the man kneeled down, and you could still only see his bright blue eyes in the dark.

“Are you cold…my dear?” Again?! He asks this again? You wanted to punch this guy, to grab him by the throat and cut him open to steal whatever warmth he had, you were that cold.

“N-n-no…” you could barely speak, opening your mouth to let in any cold air almost felt like the weather wanted to freeze you from the inside out. The man grabbed your chin, lifting your face up to look at him. You could see a thin, sunken face, strong and sharp features, and long white hair, as the man looked at you with the stoicism of a funeral director. 

“Are…you…cold…?”

“N-NO!!!” you yelled at him this time, right in his face even if it felt like your lungs would freeze over if you left your mouth open for too long. 

You don’t remember what happened. The last thing you remembered was your eyelids fluttering close as you fell into the man's arms, desperate for any sort of warmth, anything so you wouldn’t die here forgotten in the snow.

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You jolted out of bed, as if you were awakened from a nightmare. It seemed to be…morning. Oh! Oh…that was all a dream. You felt warm, safe, like you were never in the snow whatsoever. But…looking at the unfamiliar bedroom, and the blue and white bedsheets you were laying in, no, you were still here. And this time, your pajamas were replaced with a long white button up shirt, with the sleeves too long for your arms. Maybe it was time you got up, hopefully that mysterious man, who you assumed brought you here, doesn’t mind you leaving to roam around. 

The room wasn’t any different to the whimsical furniture you once saw at the factory, but what seemed odd was the blue brick in the room, and the windows…it looked like glass, but it seemed to be solid hard ice, that didn’t look like you could easily melt it. Touching the nearest window made your entire body shiver, it was just that cold. 

Not to self, be careful around the windows. 

You stepped outside the room. Okay. The halls seemed empty. And long. This was definitely a mansion of sorts. All the windows had curtains over them, so there was very little light actually getting in. Everything was dim, and a little bit cold the second you left the bedroom. The only other light you could see was down the hall, and you followed that light to a painting. A painting of three men. 

One of the men was rather tall, with a very round yet strong build, dark skin, round gold glasses, and a very curly white beard with long hair. The man next to him was rather burly, with a massive build, gray skin, dark hair, and very large curled goat horns. The final man, smack dab in the middle looked like the man you saw before you blacked out! He had very pale blue skin and long white hair, as well as eerie, piercing blue eyes, and a thin pencil mustache. Though…this might have been an old painting. This picture, the men seemed to look younger…? Maybe…?

“It’s a nice painting isn’t it?” you jolted, and quickly turned around in shock. That man! That stupid freezing cold man who brought you here! You backed away from him, looking up with a bit of fear and anger in your eyes. 

“You…who are you…?” you asked.

“I’m not here to hurt you,” he replied, holding a hand up. “I helped you. Had I not found you, you would’ve frozen to death out there long before those dwarves found you again.”

“Yes but…who are you…?” you asked again, a bit more irritated.

“You may call me Father Frost, or Jack, for simplicity. The spirit of cold and winter itself. It’s a pleasure to meet you, beauty.”

“Less a pleasure to meet you, you nearly let me die out there,” you grumbled, crossing your arms and looking away.

“But you’re alive,” he said. “Now I must say, it’s very odd that a human is in this realm. Humans strictly aren’t allowed here, now how exactly did this happen?”

“I know as much as you do on how I got here, and right now I need to find a way back into town and back to safety, before I get kidnapped again by some weirdos,” you pushed past Jack down the stairs, Jack following behind you.

“I could lead you back to town, however I’m not exactly…welcome out in broad daylight,” he said.

“Huh?” you stopped in your tracks. “Why is that?”

“It’s a long story, I shouldn’t even be interacting with you in the first place. I’m merely a force of nature. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“But…” you looked around, looking at the staircase you just came down, the chandelier, and the white carpet below your feet. “You have this entire mansion to yourself. Isn’t that like…lonely for you?”

“Yes, yes it is, but unfortunately the two friends I do have, well…we rarely meet anymore. Not while Nicholas and Krampus are still in a little feud with one another. The few times we do meet up, it’s rather awkward. So…yes, you are correct. Been a bit bored, you’re the most interesting thing that crossed my path, most of what’s around here are animals.”

“So, okay, you’re Jack Frost, and your friends are…Santa Claus and Krampus?” you asked, crossing your arms. “Those two on the painting up there?”

“Yes you’re correct! Happier times, at least before Nickie suddenly grew a bit of a conscience, don’t know what happened during that time, but he’s grown rather soft in the past couple centuries.” You looked back at the painting, as you realized it was the one major thing of note when you looked up the staircase. They all looked relatively young, bright eyed. You regretted being so curious, but you got a bit closer to Jack, sighing to yourself.

“Could I uh…stay here, for a bit? I’m curious about this whole feud. And uh…” you grabbed your stomach, and you could feel it growling. “I don’t exactly have any food to take with me…”

“Poor poor thing,” Jack chuckled. “I’ll get you some food and some actual clothes. Just give me a few seconds, alright?”

“A few seconds? Do you mean a few minutes?”

“Nope.” With a slow raise of his hands, Jack had you floating a couple inches off the ground, with blue and white sparkles swirling around you. Slowly, your clothing began to change and shift, fitting your clothes oh so perfectly to your body as they did. That button up white shirt ended up shifting and changing into a white turtleneck sweater, long brown plaid pants, brown fur boots, all underneath a long fluffy fur coat. With a snap of his fingers, you were placed back on the ground, in this nice, comfy, new outfit.

“Oh…oh wow…” you took the time out to stare down at your clothes. They were so comfy, so warm, and they fit you so perfectly well it was almost uncanny. It felt perfect! 

“I…well…uh…thank you!” you smiled. “This isn’t so bad!”

“Of course dear!” Jack smiled, gently taking your hand and leading you off to the dining area. “It’s been so long since I actually had a guest! I don’t even know what to serve someone who comes here, what do you like?”

“Uh…it doesn’t matter, really,” you replied. It’s odd, his demeanor seemed to take a complete 180 after you agreed to be fed and clothed. He seemed excited to just have someone in his company. I guess since he is well…helping you, it was the least you could do to entertain you. Even if you nearly died due to whatever weird game he was playing…

The dining room was long, with probably maybe 6 or 7 pairs of chairs down the massive table, and at both ends, there was a giant more regal looking chair that almost looked like it was made of ice. Jack Frost ran his free hand across the table, and with that, you saw a glow of white and blue light, followed by a fear appearing wherever he touched. Turkey, ham, a whole basket of bread, various pies and cakes, a tower of fruit, baked potatoes, salads, various beverages like wines, ciders, and sparkling water…

“U-uh…I can’t eat all this…” you said nervously.

“Whatever you don’t eat I can merely wish away, absolutely no issues at all. I wanted variety so that you could have at least something to eat.” Once the entire table was covered end to end in food, plates, and candles, Jack Frost sat at one end of the table, and once you two came to a stop, you grabbed a plate, and started to walk over to serve yourself.

“Uh…how about I just bring the food to you?” Jack asked. 

“No, no, you already did enough,” you nervously waved your hand. “Admittedly all that magic you can do, it’s a bit overwhelming. I’m still getting over the shock of knowing all of…” you waved your hands around. “...This, is real.”

“It’s quite a shock isn’t it?” Jack’s plate was already full when you glanced away from him. “Humans were never meant to see all this. It’s forbidden that we interact with humans up close and personal, and it’s been that way for a while. Pretty sure you being here is a massive violation, who knows what might happen.”

“I'll get sent back hopefully,” you shrugged. “And what do you mean by the fact that you can’t interact with humans up close?”

“It’s the rule that’s been placed. It’s not like all of us are completely benevolent. Violet winter spirits that steal maidens in the night, that eat children that misbehave, hell, even eat people that don’t receive new clothes during the holidays. Quite a few of us are guilty of not being the best people, myself included.” You sat down, more intrigued the more Jack explained this.

“Is uh…is Santa…?”

“He had a bit more of a mean streak too back in the days, but something in him seemed to shape up, and now because of that we all end up taking the brunt of this new rule. Of course we still keep the tradition alive and well, but the night that Nicky boy gives presents to children across the world is the only true time our worlds interact with one another. It’s an odd change, but I have had no desire to try and argue against it.” You looked at Jack Frost, and then looked down at your food, furrowing your brow in thought.

“Then how come I’m here?” you asked.

“It might be some meddling, but only someone with almost as much or as much as Santa’s power could’ve done something of that degree. Maybe they tricked the system. How did you show up…?”

“On some assembly line in the elf workshop thing…”

“Ah! Those elves, they can recreate a lot of things that people want for Christmas, but they can never ever recreate a person. Someone wanted you so badly, so so badly that you ended up here.”

“Well uh…since you I suppose…know Santa, could you in fact…take me to him…? So he can find a way to take me back home?” you asked. “I have people at home that miss me. I don’t want them to worry about me especially during Christmas.”

“Of course…but with all these requests…” Jack clasped his hands together. “I might need something in return for all this.” Your shoulders stiffened up at that. Oh no…what could this man possibly want? This guy can just conjure food and clothes out of nothing with the wave of his hand. What could a man like what want from you??

“U-uh…what would you like in return?” you asked.

“Worry about that after you eat, no need to dwell on that now,” Jack waved his hand nonchalantly. “Go on, you’re hungry after all.” He was right. The smell of the food was so enticing, and looking down at your full plate, it made your stomach growl even louder. So you just shrug, getting relaxed in your seat to eat your meal in silence, more focused on filling your stomach than having a conversation.

Although…maybe you shouldn’t have gone so fast. By the end, you felt so full that it took effort to even lean back in your chair. 

“Uuuugh…oh god that was good…” you moaned to yourself. Jack Frost couldn’t help but chuckle, delicately dabbing the corners of his mouth.

“I’m quite glad you liked it,” he smiled. “If you’re full, I can simply…” With a snap of his fingers, just as fast as the table was filled earlier, it all vanished in a flash. Like it was never there to begin with.

“Do you not get bored sometimes with all that magic you can do?” you asked.

“Oh trust me it does get rather boring. You’re the most interesting thing I’ve seen in a long time.” Jack Frost stood up from his seat. “Well then, how about we discuss that payment?” You sat up straighter in your seat, tensing up. Oh yeah…oh you had to discuss that.

“Wh-what are the terms? A body part, my soul, some sorta allegiance to you? I’m not sure how all this works.” Jack paused, but let out a small chuckle, looking away to try and calm himself.

“Oh I missed humans, you’re all so adorable and funny!” he laughed. “No no, I don’t need any of that. None of what you listed is important to me…or well, one of those things are.”

“One…of those things…?” You were suddenly grabbed, scooped up in Jack’s arms as he looked at you with a bit of a smug grin on his face. Oh…you’re familiar with that look. You knew what he was going to ask you, and Jack could already see your face flush before he even told you what he wanted.

“You realized, haven’t you?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “You can also deny me. Either way I’ll help you take the path back to my good old pal.”

“Well…it’s hard to say no to a pretty good looking well aged man like yourself,” you wrapped an arm across his shoulders as he carried you. “As long as you show me a good time, you have some competition after all…”

“Quite the tongue you got~! Now come with me!” Jack carried you off, seemingly unable to contain his excitement on the way to…wherever he was leading you to. Turns out it was a nice, beautiful, comfy living area. The fire was already lit with a nice blue fire, and there was a polar bear rug on the floor between the fireplace and the beautiful white and blue sofa.

“That’s a fake bear, no worries,” Jack gently laid you on the couch before you could even point that out, and he hovered on top of you with a gentle yet excited grin on his face. He really was tall…being underneath him, you felt so much smaller, and that was such a contrast to Mr. Cedar from earlier. It didn’t take long for Jack to very gently slide his fingers up your shirt, taking the time to feel your soft skin under his quite cold fingers. You stiffened up at the feeling, shuddering in surprise and excitement. 

“I can warm myself…for you, if I’m too cold,” Jack noticed you tensing up under his touch.

“No no, please don’t,” you reached up to rest your hand on his shoulder. “It’s…nice actually, different, but nice~.” You leaned up, softly kissing Jack as you kept a grip on his shoulder. His lips were cold too, like pressing your lips against a glass of water filled to the tip with ice. Jack gasped in the kiss, but you could feel him moaning against your lips while he wrapped his arms around you. 

“You taste..marvelous…” Jack pulled away from the kiss briefly, before suddenly grabbing you in a much tighter embrace and roughly pulling in for another kiss. You could feel the desperation in the way his lips pressed against yours, that yearning for another touch. It was similar to the way Mr. Cedar wanted to touch you, to feel your skin. But Jack seemed to want to control himself more, to savor you nice and slow. He pulled away at your sweater, raising your arms so it could slide right off, and Jack leaned down to leave slow, long kisses all down your neck and shoulders. Each kiss left a mark on your skin, a light blue mark that peppered your body bit by bit. And Each kiss was cold, like ice cubes pressed against your skin. Every time you shuddered against his lips, Jack grew more and more excited. Seeing you shudder made his dormant lust bubbling up inside him. Every blue mark on your body, from your neck, slowly moving down your chest, he went back to, and slowly licked across each and every one he could. His tongue, his mouth, all on those newly sensitive spots, you moaned softly, your breathing getting heavy while you ran your hands through his long, silky, bright silver hair. 

Jack looked down at your pants, almost sneering at the thought of having to take them off, so instead of taking your shirt off without any magic, his hands barely hovered above your legs, and your legs ended up completely bare for him, and he grinned in satisfaction.

“Much easier~!” he smiled down at you.

“I suppose so, I’m getting used to your magic a lil~,” you leaned up for another kiss, and Jack’s hands began to wander slowly down your body, right in between your thighs…up until you could feel his cold, cold fingers press up against you. A thumb against your clit, and an entire shiver went up your body from where he touched you.

“O-oh- oh my god!!” you gasped.

��Is this too cold?” Jack asked, about to let off before you grabbed his wrist to keep him there. 

“D-don’t stop, please please please don't stop…” you moaned. “I-it’s a good kind of cold…I really really like it…!” Jack looked at you, as if he was doing a double take as to what you said, but slowly, his thumb went back to slowly rub circles across your clit. Once a thumb, now two of his fingers gently pinching and swirling against you, getting his fingers more and more wet, until two of them very slowly entered you. Cold all the way from the tip of his fingers down to his knuckles, and the sensation made you go crazy. You gasped, mouth agape in surprise at the sudden sensation, as your grip grew tighter on Jack. 

“F-fuck…” you moaned. “Ohhh…oh that feels good~!” 

“Does it?” Jack asked, looking up at you with a glare of lust and excitement. “I-it’s been a while, and you’re quite the beauty…” His fingers were long and thin, and you could feel them go oh so deep inside of you, practically chilling you from the inside out, and it was all so odd and weird, but at the same time truly amazing…! Jack held you in an embrace in his arm, and you bucked your hips against his hand in desperation to cum against him. He noticed, chuckling before giving your forehead a kiss.

“It feels good, I know, but you must be patient~,” he smirked. “Eager to cum already aren’t we? Can’t have that.” He slowly pulled his fingers out, and you whined in protest, trying to bring his fingers back to your soaking wet cunt, but he took his wrist from your grasp.

“Patience, patience,” Jack demanded. “You’re so adorable and desperate for me, aren’t you? I looove that~!” He laid you back down on the sofa, as Jack slowly brought himself down between your legs, a satisfied grin on his face after seeing just how wet he made you.

Jack gently kissed your clit, before you could feel his tongue glide down your folds, and stopping right back up to roll circles around your clit. He moaned in satisfaction, as well as savoring just how good you tasted, and your legs were absolutely shaking from the sensation. You had to resist just grabbing those long, lovely silver locks of head just to force his head down on you, but you knew Jack wanted patience. So your hands went to your mouth to muffle your moans, before running them through your own hair as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Fuck…! Fuck his tongue felt amazing. 

“Mm…good gods…” Jack pulled away, looking up at you. Your expression was adorable, his ego almost swelled up seeing just how cute you were and how good he was doing.

“Has anyone ever told you how amazing you taste~?” Jack asked. You couldn’t answer, you tried to moan out a word, but he just went back to press his mouth and tongue against you, and you gasped out in pleasure, even more when you could feel his tongue go oh so deep inside of you. 

“A-AA!!” you cried out, losing control and grabbing a fistful of Jack’s hair. He didn’t stop you, and barely even flinched when his hair was suddenly grabbed. He was too lost in just tasting you and making you feel good, touching your warm thighs, feeling you crumble under his touch. How long has it been since he pleasured someone like this? Far, far too long,  he missed it dearly, he wanted to savor this…

You felt soaking wet and sensitive from pleasure, and yet, in the midst of it all, Jack STILL didn’t want you to cum. He pulled his mouth away, and you actually begged for him to continue.

“J-Jack…! Jack please please…!” you pleaded with him. 

“Shhh shh shh I know darling,” Jack had a gentle smile that hid the wild lust burning inside of him. You saw that he had tugged his pants down, his cock fully erect, hovering over you in anticipation. Nearly as long as Mr. Cedar, but this time, much less girthy, and it had a soft icy blue hue. 

You were still oh so sensitive, when Jack pressed the head of his cock against you, not yet entering you, but rather rubbing the head of his cock against your stimulated, swollen clit. Oddly enough…his cock, it didn’t feel as cold as the rest of his touches. His cock was almost as warm as a regular human’s, but still not quite there.

“I’ll be gentle, dear,” Jack smiled. He held onto you, keeping your body close to his while his cock very slowly slid into you. You wrapped your arms around him tight, gasping and moaning softly, bucking your hips and urging him to fill you up. Jack leaned down and kissed you oh so sweetly, before he slid completely into you with ease.

“Oh gods…you’re soaking wet~!” he purred. “Such a perfect gift…so sweet, so soft…so warm!” His thrusts were slow, careful, and each time he delved nice and deep into you, he lingered, practically warming his cock in you, or rather taking the time to enjoy your inner walls squeezing around his cock. Each slow thrust, it made your body hotter and hotter despite just how cold Jack was. It almost felt like you were warming him up, from every kiss, to every gentle caress of his hair, his shoulders, his chest. He felt wonderful, and you could feel your body being pushed over the edge, it was almost torture just how slow he was being with you. You desperately moved your hips in time with Jack’s, but started to go much faster than he was with you. In response, Jack grabbed your hips firm, burying his cock hard and deep inside of you. Even with his slow, slow agonizing pleasure, you were still so sensitive, and because of that, even as you stopped moving your own hips, you couldn’t take much more, and cried out for Jack as your cum soaked his cock, clenching around it as if you wanted to drain him dry.

Jack didn’t pull out, but he paused his thrusts. He looked down at you, your eyes half lidded as your face was flushed. You were almost embarrassed for cumming so much sooner than Jack, but he couldn’t help but laugh, laugh at your adorable, desperate, horny state.

“So eager…so hungry, you’re acting more desperate than I am~,” Jack moaned. “But couldn’t you have waited for me, my dear~?” He pulled out, and you thought he was done with you there, not even worrying about cumming himself, but rather, he slammed back into you, all while you were still sensitive from your orgasm. You nearly screamed out, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt, tears welling up in your eyes from the sheer pleasure. 

“You want this don’t you?” Jack held you in a tight embrace, fucking you nice and hard, leaving you overstimulated as he didn’t even give you a chance to recover. “You whorish, adorable little human~! You want me to fill you up, don’t you?” One hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling your hair so that you could look into his deep, icy blue eyes.

“Go on, tell me how much you want this!”

“I-I…I do, please please please!! Please Mr. Frost!!” you cried out. “Please fill me up, please, I wanna feel you deep inside of me! Keep going, please oh god pleeeeaaase!!” Jack seemed oh so satisfied at your answer, even a bit haughty when you called him Mr. Frost of all things. Holding you tight to his body, grunting and moaning, you felt Jack cum nice and deep inside you, filling you so much that his cum dripped down onto the sofa. He pulled out slowly, looking down at your sweat soaked body in satisfaction. You looked exhausted from that, practically drained, and like you were already about to fall back asleep.

“You’ve satisfied me, my dear,” Jack told you. “And a deal is a deal. Now that I’ve received my payment, I will hold my end of the bargain, and help you go home. For now…” With a wave of his hand, you could feel a nice, warm blanket drape over your body.

“Rest. You’ve earned a nice warm rest. Thank you.” Jack kissed your forehead, and in turn, you leaned up to kiss his cheek. 

“Th-thank you…Jack…” you whispered, closing your eyes and fully relaxing. 

“Of course, now go on and take your rest.” You could hear Jack leave the room, and as he did, Jack’s expression grew a bit more puzzled. He had an idea as to who would want you here. He did remember a conversation some years back, a longing for a human companion after not encountering one in years up close…

No, no, maybe that was just some coincidence. At least, Jack hoped it was. Best to get this human home, and quickly.

#cuppimagines #nsft #nsft text #a jolly odd christmas

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A Jolly Odd Christmas- Chapter 001, The Factory

Chapter 1 is now live! Every 5 days I plan to update this fic all the way to Christmas, and so we have the 1st chapter up and running!

As a quick reminder before you continue, this is an nsfw story, there will be some hammy cheesy sex in each chapter, so this is exclusively 18+, with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy!

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“....Hello? Can I come out?” 

…

Nothing. 

You were just wheeled in…somewhere. And you were just barely allowed to peek out of the present as you were wheeled into this…office of sorts. This started out with you thinking that this was some weird prank or even worse some sorta fucked up Christmas themed kidnapping. But this place is way too big, and there are way too many elves just roaming about working for you to really say that this was all fake. 

You just sat in the box for a few minutes, your legs crossed sitting in semi-darkness. You really hope this is sorted out soon.

Just then, you heard a door opening, and the sound of someone walking past you.

“You can come out now, the door’s closed.”

Very slowly, you peeked out the box, and then fully emerged from it, though sadly…it was a little bit too tall for you to just climb out of. You were in some sorta office, but an office made for people significantly shorter than you. It was very nice and neat, the desks and cabinets made of very ornate well decorated spruce wood with a little miniature christmas tree situated next to a rather out of place computer. Mr. Cedar was there as well, holding a rather tall coffee cup, sitting at his desk.

“So…we need to figure out how to sort…all this out,” he said, looking at you. “First off, tell me your name, human.”

“U-uh…my name is y/n…” you answered.

“Alright then…let’s see…” Mr. Cedar turned his computer on and went to work looking for you. He furrowed his brow, and then looked up at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Hm…you’re quite the scandalous one aren’t you?”

“Wh, what do you mean by that…?” you asked.

“Oh with your wishlist, more and more adults have been wanting these sorts of devices…” Your cheeks felt hot when he mentioned that.

“I-I didn’t even write a wish list!” you tried to reach up over the box to look at him. “How do you even know what I want?!”

“It’s pretty much a guessing game, the same way we monitor the nice and naughty list for children, for anybody older we simply monitor not only their behavior but their desires for the year. But…this is odd. Because looking up your name also brought me to someone who wanted you, specifically. As in they wrote a wish list requesting you.”

“Can you tell me who…?” you asked nervously. “I don’t wanna be delivered in the hands of some weirdo or stalker.”

“Alright then…” Cedar went to read the wishlist. “It says here…’I miss y/n so fucking much, I shouldn’t have left them please oh please I just want you back I’m so sorry.’ Hm, sounds drunk here.”

“Oh…oh is that my ex…?” you sighed, watching as Cedar turned the screen around so you could look. Yep. Yep it was your ex. 

“I don’t know how, but somehow the wishlist registered this as a legitimate request, and since we can’t just clone you, something in the machine might’ve gotten you here, that will need checking…”

“But why the hell would he even request me?” you asked. “HE broke up with ME.”

“I don’t know, it’s your relationship,” Cedar sighed. “But, I think it’s best we investigate this error, and see where we can house you until Christmas Eve.” That part shocked you a little bit, and you tried even harder to climb out of the box. 

“Until Christmas Eve???” you asked, finally hoisting yourself up, before the box began to tilt and you started to fall over. Just before you did, Mr. Cedar seemed to have gotten up just in the knick of time and caught you. You looked up at him in surprise. For someone so small, he seemed to have a bit of strength for his size. And his grip seemed strong too.

“Wh-why can’t you send me back now?”

“Well…unless we figure out how you were sent here, there is only one way back to earth, and that is when Mr. Saint Nicholas himself rides out to deliver gifts. That gate takes a lotta energy to open and close, and to just open it for one person to walk through…and then open again for the big day, we might have another blackout like the one back in 1972.”

“Gate…Earth…I’m not even on earth…?” you looked a bit light headed, and Mr. Cedar frantically pulled you out the box once he took notice.

“Good heavens good heavens…!” Cedar cringed. “Yes yes I know! I know this is a lot to take in but trust me this is out of my goddamn hands. If I had a hand in this I’d just kick you back out from where you came. But these are rules, and right now things are extremely hectic, this is the busiest time of the year for me so if you can…” He clasped his hands together, looking at you with a bit of desperation.

“...PLEASE just keep calm? I will get one of the managers on it to help you, and you will be back home as soon as I can possibly make it.” That…did not really comfort you at all. At most you’d be missing for 3 weeks. You knew family and friends would be looking for you. However…you saw the way Mr. Cedar looked. You knew that look. Tired, overworked, stressed out due to a large project where the end couldn’t be any sooner. 

“Uh…your name is Mr. Cedar, yes?” you asked. “Can I ask, are you uh…okay…?”

“Well…well…” Mr Cedar slumped back down in his chair, holding his head in his hands. “500 years of this and I still can’t cope with stress…” 

“What is your job here exactly…?”

“Well…I’m in charge of looking over the entirety of the workshop here. Every single gift is made here, gets sorted, and then gets packaged to be sent off on Christmas. There is a board of managers below me, 7 of them to be exact, but as the oldest I am the head here and take the most responsibility.”

“I might be stepping out of line by saying this…” you sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk. “But with something of this scale, don’t you feel like you should either get more managers or pawn off more work to more folks?” Cedar looked up, and he looked extremely angry at just you suggesting that sort of thing.

“How…dare you undermine the work I have done?” he stood up out his desk, slowly approaching you. Someone this short you wouldn’t be so intimidated by, but his presence…it was something unique. 

“I have been a VERY important worker under Mr. Nicholas since before the PRINTING PRESS was widely used! I am the ONLY man he can rely on, and if I were not here things would fall to shit! I can’t just give my work to other people who don’t know him the way I do! And for you, an outsider to give your opinion on it…!” he was now mere inches from your face. You could feel him breathing heavily from anger and frustration, and you practically saw a vein about to burst. However, his eyes for a brief second wandered downwards, specifically right down into your pajamas. They were buttoned up, but loose, and the shirt at any angle could allow someone to stare right down your chest. Cedar noticed, and immediately he backed away, specifically turning his back to you and adjusting his glasses. You tilted your head a bit. Something seemed to have changed his tune, but you weren’t exactly sure what.

“Er…since this is an emergency, and has some level of severity, I suppose I can relocate some of my work…” he said, sounding a lot less angry, and almost nervous and flustered. “It’s best that the less people know about your presence the better. After all, The folks here aren’t exactly all sugar plums and spiced ham. If you’re familiar with some…folklore, you know that there are those out there who love the taste of human…”

“Uh…well…I kinda am…aren’t those just fairytales?”

“My dear, you are sitting in the main hub of all that is Christmas cheer and merriment. These people exist. And since Mr. Nicholas has been on guard to protect Earth from incidents involving any sorta child or adult eating…these very same people are hungry for a taste of flesh again.” Mr. Cedar turned his back to you yet again.

“Especially that man…” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that…?” you asked.

“Nothing, nothing. Anyway, I will send a few emails, and so you simply wait here and get comfortable.” Mr. Cedar pointed to a door over to the left of the room.

“I practically live here during the whole of December, commute times eat up important work time after all. That area leads you into my temporary living quarters. You can relax there in the meantime.”

“Hm, convenient,” you said, even if you nearly had to duck to get inside. It seemed simple, almost like a hotel room. There was a bed, a night stand, a closet, and another door to the side, might’ve been a bathroom. But it was all neat and clean.

The second Mr. Cedar closed the door behind you, you went to the bed there and sat, head in your hands, running them roughly through your hair. Oh you were stuck here. Stuck here for three weeks, and the only means to get out is completely out of your hands. Ohhh this was the worst…!

“Stuck here…stuck here for three weeks…” you muttered to yourself. “It…it could be worse I guess…least it’s somewhere…” you gave a very brief peek out the window, and your eyes were wide. Looking out at this window, was the 8th, maybe 9th story of a massive building, looking down at a city filled with lights, snow, and Christmas decorations as far as the eye could see. No, it wasn’t Christmas decorations, it was Christmas architecture. The concrete was red and white striped, elves, deer, and even a polar bear or two were just casually walking the streets. A train was leaving as the train tracks were nearby, and it seemed to be heading to a station not far from here. Most importantly, in the distance however, atop a hill you could see a massive mansion lit up by lights aplenty, and guarded by a massive gate. You could’ve put two and two together. A massive town whose entire purpose was being in charge of Christmas? Santa lived there, most definitely. Your eyes sparkled, you were amazed and in disbelief at the same time. Wherever you were was wonderful, beautiful even. If in better circumstances, you’d take the time to enjoy this more. 

You stood up to take a quick peek at the other door. Oh, it really was a bathroom. You wanted to use it, you were just in sweaty pajamas after all, but figured it would be better to ask permission first, so you poked your head out of the room.

“Uh…Mr. Cedar…sir? Can I use your bathroom…?”

“Yes yes go ahead,” he answered, not even looking at you. Seemed he was too focused on his work at the moment to even care about your question. So you shrugged and went to take a shower. Like everything else, it was a bit of a small fit, definitely not furniture made for anybody five feet or taller, but you managed. Your pajamas were the only change of clothes you had, so you folded them to the side and turned on the shower. Sitting in the bath, you let the warm water hit you, and your body started to relax a little bit. Things could be better, but sadly there was nothing you could do. Your family, your friends, they might be missing you at this point…and maybe your ex might be missing you too, but it didn’t make sense. Maybe he had a change of heart and wanted to reconcile, but you weren’t even sure if you wanted to get back with him. So being his present…not something you’d want.

After your bath, you toweled yourself dry and leave the bathroom to get dressed after realizing you indulged a bit too much in the hot water, and you felt a little bit too steamy.

You went to get redressed, and might’ve realized your mistake when you heard the door open just as you were about to step into your pants. 

“I finished all the work, things should be ready in-” Mr. Cedar paused. You paused. You were for the most part, naked, and nearly forgot that this wasn’t your private hotel room. Mr. Cedar grew bright red and hot, and he tried to look away so you couldn’t see how flustered he was.

“O-oh yeah you uh…you needed the uh…the shower…” he said. You covered your body with your towel, standing up off the bed. 

“I-I’m so sorry, I’ll go back…in the…” Oh…oh you noticed something…Mr. Cedar had already had a significant tent in his pants, and for his size…oh he seemed a bit too well endowed, and it didn’t help that he wore tight, tight pants. 

“Do you uh…do you need to take care of…that…?” you pointed down at his pants, and Mr. Cedar looked down in pure utter shock.

“Good heavens this hasn’t happened before-! I-I mean it does but not like this and uh…and uh well! You have quite the figure, and to be honest I like meeting uh…folks as vertically gifted as yourself- I MEAN-!” You looked at him incredulously, the poor old man seemed to be too flustered to form a proper sentence, but that was a lil cute to you. You sighed and smiled a bit. 

“We all have needs, pretty sure you saw what I wanna get for Christmas anyway,” you waved your hand a couple times. “I know we, er, just met, but if you need help…”

“Yes-!” he interrupted you quickly, but cleared his throat. “I-I mean…if you are so gracious to help me with my problem, it’ll help me get back to work as soon as possible so uh…could you please lay down on the bed for me…?” You did so, leaning back, though the bed at most seemed only slightly bigger than a twin sized bed. You took your towel off your body, dropping it onto the floor as you simply sat there, completely naked in front of Mr Cedar. 

He looked like he was about to light on fire from the way he was looking at you, and with a bit of a skip in his step, he went over to the bed, undoing his pants as quick as his shaky hands could muster. You tried your best not to look so shocked, but seeing Mr. Cedar pull out a near foot long, thick, throbbing cock, that got your eyes wide and a hand over your mouth.

“Jesus fuck…” you muttered to yourself. And he was already completely erect, just from looking at you naked. Poor fella must be pent up. 

“Your legs…your thighs…oh they’re so long…!” Mr. Cedar grabbed your legs, pressing your thighs together in his grip. “I-I promise I won’t be too rough on you, my dear…!” He was shaking, beads of sweat were trickling down his forehead. There seemed to be a dam inside him that was nearly about to burst from the way he was still trying in vain to keep his composure in check. With your thighs in his grip, he propped one knee up on the bed as you could feel his cock slowly push against your thighs. 

“So…so soft…!” you watched as his cock peeked out from the other side of your thighs, and simply stay there as Mr. Cedar focused on the feeling of your soft, warm thighs on his cock. Slowly he began to thrust, moaning softly while he was pleasuring himself against your thighs. You could feel him pick up the pace, and this time with each thrust you felt his cock rub up against you, brushing up against your clit, spreading your folds apart with just his size alone. Your body grew hot, and you couldn’t help but let out a few soft moans alongside Mr. Cedar’s shaky, breathless moaning and whimpering. 

Mr. Cedar looked like he was about to crack. He had a horny, excited grin on his face, and his forehead was soaked with sweat, not to mention the sheer amount of precum dripping onto your stomach. His grip on your thighs were even tighter, like you’d crumble if he ever let go, and you just might crumble from the way you felt. The friction got you excited, and you could feel yourself grow more and more soaked, which got all on Mr. Cedar’s cock, mixed with his own precum. 

“Oh god…ohhh good fucking god your thighs are ethereal!!” Mr. Cedar moaned loudly, leaning forward and pressing you down on the bed with the small amount of weight he could muster. He moaned and cursed under his breath, keeping your thighs together so tight that the friction might make him sore after this, but he didn’t care. He was just immersed in how you felt, how soft you were, your nice, long legs and soft plush thighs…anymore of this and he was going to…

“A-ah!!” he cried out, body shuddering as he came not only on your stomach. Your face and chest were splattered in his seed, and you were surprised just how much there was, let alone that in his excitement he came so soon. Mr. Cedar let go of you, letting your legs fall, but from the look in his eyes and the way his glasses fogged up, he was far from done with you. 

“R-ride me…please…” he begged. He was still hard, and his cock was still resting on your stomach. You were still getting over just how messy Mr. Cedar had made you already, but with a flustered grin, you got up off the bed to let Mr. Cedar lay down. 

“Are you sure you want me to ride you…?” you asked. “I’m a lot taller than you are…”

“I-if the lovely frame of a human was enough to kill me, I would’ve been dead long ago,” he replied, appearing almost smug after saying that. “Now please my dear, sit on my cock, do not hesitate to be truly, completely rough on me! My body can handle you just fine!” In excitement, he reached into his nightstand to grab a bottle of lube, and you looked a bit confused. He didn’t seem the kinda man to have that given how…busy he was. He saw your expression and scoffed.

“It’s always nice to have a little bit…you know just in case…” he grumbled to himself, pouring it onto his shaft and slowly rubbing it. You decided you wanted to help, grabbing his cock and pumping up and down in very slow, very careful motions. Mr. Cedar let go, hands to his sides watching you stroke his cock. He looked both extremely pleasured, and unsure if all of this was just…fake. Like somehow this was all a very vivid dream he was having, and he was waiting for his alarm clock to blare in his ears. But there was no sound, no sudden waking up to the morning light. Just your soft, gentle hand stroking his cock, and your pretty eyes looking at him for approval. 

“You’re…you’re quite the catch, aren’t you…?” he moaned. “Can’t believe your ex is missing out on this.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and leaned over to kiss Mr. Cedar on the cheek. 

“Hey, don’t mention him, ‘kay?” you asked, lifting your hips up, just hovering over the tip of his cock. It was still pretty big…it seemed a lot for you to handle, and yet it was so, so inviting all the same. Slowly, carefully, you lowered yourself down on Mr. Cedar’s cock, shuddering as you felt yourself being stretched out by just how thick he was. 

“A-ah…oh god…” you moaned softly, grabbing onto Mr. Cedar’s shoulders for support. He guides your hips down on his cock, but his grip was tight, and his whole body seemed to be shaking from excitement and pleasure. 

“You’re…you’re amazing…!” Mr. Cedar moaned. “I haven’t felt anything like this in years~!” In the excitement and pleasure of all this, you could feel him slam you down on his cock, all the way to the base, and from the sudden sensation, you let out a gasp, whimpering with your back arched. Oh he was big…! You leaned forward, moaning and grinding yourself against his cock to get used to his size.

“Oh-oh no, did I hurt you?” Mr. Cedar asked, concerned and stroking your back. “I’m so sorry if I- I…!!” Then you began moving your hips a bit faster, raising them up and slamming them back down on his cock. Mr. Cedar didn’t expect that in the slightest, and once he felt your weight on top of him repeatedly slamming back down on the bed and smothering him…it was incredible. He brought his hands back up to your hips, guiding them and helping you move at a quicker pace. And it wasn’t just good for him, you could feel his passion, his neediness and deep, desperate desire for pleasure. It was enough to nearly make you dizzy from pleasure the rougher and rougher Mr. Cedar got with you. 

The bed began to creak, you tried to hold onto the bed frame for support, but you can see it shaking and warping under both your weights together. Mr. Cedar even looked a bit winded having to support your weight with his much smaller hips, but he was so engulfed in pure pleasure that in this moment, nothing else mattered except making you both feel good. 

“D-don’t be afraid of being too rough…!” Mr. Cedar moaned, grabbing your hips tighter just to force you to ride him faster. “I can take it! I can take all of it…! And I can take your beautiful, beautiful body…!!!” Try as you might, now you were raising yourself off his cock just to repeatedly and roughly slam back down onto him, and Mr. Cedar nearly bounced off the bed completely from your weight on top of him. Your knees felt a little weak, in fact your entire lower half felt like you were gonna go numb after this, but it felt so good, and you were so, so close. Both of you were reaching your climax, cause all of a sudden, Mr. Cedar grabbed you and held you down firm, thrusting his hips up into you with rough, desperate vigor.

“Gods…gods…oh sweet heavens you’re amazing!!” he cried out, grabbing so tight onto your hips and ass that you could feel those bruises forming. Your eyes practically rolled into the back of your head, your body felt hot and the feeling of Mr. Cedar so so deep inside you made you tip over the edge. You clenched around him, moaning out loud as you soaked his cock in your cum, and in turn, you could feel his cock twitching and pulsing inside you as it pumped ounce after ounce of cum deep, deep inside you. It felt so warm, practically hot, and you were a bit dizzy and dazed from all that, falling down onto the bed– and Mr. Cedar, by complete accident. 

“S-sorry!!” you quickly got up off of him, but Mr. Cedar looked almost…unresponsive.

“Uh…Mr. Cedar…?” you nudged him a little bit. Silence. His glasses were fogged up and he looked dazed and glassy eyed. 

“I’m dreaming aren’t I…?” he mumbled. “You’re not real…just a figment of my imagination…” You sighed and pulled yourself away from him, sitting next to him in bed to catch your breath.

“Oh come on now, we both gotta face that this isn’t all a dream,” you said, almost laughing at him. Mr. Cedar sat up, gaining his senses and looking over at you. Naked, sweaty, covered in his cum, and so so beautiful.

“I uh…do you need help cleaning up…?” he asked. “I know you just showered, but it would be rude of me not to care for you…you did after all show me an amazing time.” 

“I would actually prefer a drink…that actually got me a bit winded…” you smiled. Such a short time together, and yet seeing you smile like that made Mr. Cedar’s heart skip a beat. His first time being intimate in so long…and with literally a person he’s dreamed about for way too long. You went to the bath, and Mr. Cedar grabbed a robe from his closet, when all of a sudden he heard a knock at the door. Ah! Seemed like one of the guards might be here with a message. 

“Yes…?” He answered the door. One of the nutcracker guards was there, kneeling so they’d be eye to eye due to being a massive 7 feet tall in comparison to the average elf. 

“I’m here to escort the ‘present’ to a safer location, as requested from one of the managers,” the guard answered. Mr. Cedar thought he’d be happy to know that this issue was going to be out of the way…but…part of him did wish you stayed at least a little bit longer after that. But no matter…he had to keep professional.

“Of course, give me a second and I’ll retrieve them,” he closed the door, waiting until you came out, now completely dressed back in your pajamas.

“My dear! Great news! We have a nice safe location for you to stay until the night we send you home!” Mr. Cedar told you. “And now there's a decent means of discrete transport, standing right outside the door!” 

“Oh yeah…?” you yawned. “I apologize for uh…making a request, but can I travel tomorrow morning? I’m actually a bit worn out.”

“Of course, of course! So sorry!” Mr. Cedar almost seemed…extremely excited hearing that. “My bed is free for you to use, but…” he went back into his closet for a spare set of sheets. “Here, cleaner sheets, and I’ll get you that drink, just water or would you like something special?”

“Just water, thanks a lot.” Mr. Cedar left the room, and you went to change the sheets. Once the bed was made you realized you felt like a rock about to tumble down a hill, you were truly completely tired, and even if this bed was just a little bit too small, it was so so inviting, and all you wanted to do…

…Was to just fall into a deep, deep sleep…

…At least that’s what you planned.

How long were you out? An hour? Maybe too, suddenly, you were awake, just as the glowing eyes of a large wood and metal man was staring down at you. Oh…on a giant nutcracker. This was the guard Mr. Cedar was talking about. 

“It’s cramped in here,” he said. “But come with me, the workshop is closing down for the night.”

“Huh…? Already…?” you yawned. 

“Yes,” the middle of the guard’s chest opened up, showing a small storage area inside, and out popped a white fur coat, one that seemed to be fit for your size instead of an elf’s.

“I was instructed to guide you out of the warehouse, we have to make sure you’re not seen.” You were picked up with ease, and escorted out of the room back into the main office. Mr. Cedar seemed to have fallen asleep right at his desk, looks like he cleaned up while you were asleep and went back to work. The coat was placed on you as well as a hat and earmuffs, so you were bundled up so well that it was hard to discern exactly what you looked like. 

“Come with me,” the guard instructed.

“C-can I say goodbye to Mr. Cedar first?” you asked. You weren’t going to see him again after all…

“No, it’s time sensitive that we leave now,” you were nearly pushed out, and you looked back at the sleeping Mr. Cedar with a frown before leaving. It looked like the halls were completely empty. Only people left were other large nutcracker guards patrolling the area, and they didn’t pay either you or the guard any mind. 

After a long, slow elevator ride, and a dark, silent walk down a back hall, where there was not another elf in sight. However, once you were out in the cold, snowy outside, at the back of the factory, you noticed something odd about your transportation. 

The guard guided you to a sled, with very large, dark gray reindeer with massive, gnarled horns like rotting old branches. Inside the shed, waiting, were two other men. They were elves…you think. Both of them had the appearance of blue, frostbitten skin, and gnarled white and gray hair. One had two wooden prosthetic legs, and the other was rather burly for his size, and was finishing up a sausage roll.

“You got the package?” one of them asked.

“Yep, now get in,” the guard instructed you. You looked hesitant, looking at the sled, and then looking at the guard.

“You guys…don’t seem to be working for this place…” you muttered. A brief pause was in the air, but suddenly the guard grabbed you forcefully, one hand over your mouth so you wouldn’t scream as you tried to struggle and kick out of his grip, but it was almost light being in a fist fight with a mechanical crane with how powerful he was.

“Get ‘em in! Hurry, we can’t let anyone see us!!” the “elf” with the prosthetic legs brought out some rope, tying your ankles together after forcing them in his grip, while the bigger guy got your arms and then put a cloth over your mouth.

“We’d be gentler but we know we’d get in trouble if we did!” the bigger “elf” chuckled. “Now c’mon, boss is gonna get cranky with us!” You tried to scream, tried to force yourself out of these bindings, but now that was gonna be even harder once the guard stuffed you in a roughly woven sack and tied it shut.

“Good job big fella…” the prosthetic “elf” walked up to the guard, to which the guard knelt down, and he took something off his helmet. A small blue sapphire, or rather a shard of ice that almost looked and felt much like a gemstone. At that, the guard went limp, closed his eyes, and fell right into the snow. 

“Now then, let’s deliver this present to the boss!” Both “elves” got back on the sled, and you could feel the rough, rickety start as it left, leaving with you, and out of sight of the factory. You thought you’d be safe for the three weeks you were trapped here! And now you were going who knows where, and the only thing you could do inside this sack was struggle and try to break out of your binds. You had to have hope, there was some means of escape out of here. Something was going to happen and you could run away from these freaks and find a means to escape!

But…then what was next? Where would you run to? Would there be someone willing to help you once you found your way out of this?

All of this was becoming a nightmare all over again, but you had to cling on to whatever hope that you could get out of this safely.

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A Jolly Odd Christmas- Chapter 000, Prologue

HI GUYS UH, sorry for the long wait between my last few fics, some stuff got in the way and I needed a breather from the deadline of posting a long spanning story. Still! I love writing content related to Christmas (oddly enough more than Halloween but no need to unpack that), and wanted to do something for a long long long time. A note! Fics are probably gonna be no longer than about 5k words, as I wanna be able to make something I can write before Christmas, but if there's ever anything you guys want me to expand on, just tell me and I can do that! Until then, enjoy the prologue!

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Christmas was less than a month away, and things were busy up north. All year there was work being done, and this was the big day to get everything packed and organized. Manufacturing the toys was only a part of this process. Organizing, checking which gifts go to which locations, and it wasn’t just childrens gifts being packaged either, and because teens and adults didn’t exactly write Christmas wish lists, it was much harder creating gifts for that population. Elves all around the building and factory were busy, when one took a break, another immediately took the helm while they rested from the busy schedule from today. However, none were busier than the head supervisor, who looked over the entire operation with the help of some assistants. 

The big old guy couldn’t be too busy monitoring the manufacturing of toys, consoles, and clothing, so he had others become his eyes and ears. That was Cardamom Cedar, who had been around for quite some time, and seemed to be getting up there in age, and seemed to have a more distinguished, mature aura to him. It helped that he was taller than the average elf, still under 5 feet, but his height had him towering almost a foot above his subordinates. He hadn’t had a single break all day, and when things were down to the wire like this, he was working from sunup to sundown (astounding for the little light they got at this hour). The only thing keeping him awake was a very caffeinated cup of peppermint tea, and was walking amongst two of his other elves looking at various forms.

“Alright so these are the last few days for the boss to update the nice and naughty list,” one elf to his left said. “Tomorrow we can get that and see which presents are gonna end up stowed away to save time on production for next year.” “I hate how he pushes the deadline for that so late, it makes my job worse!” Mr. Cedar sighed, stepping out the way of a group of elves wheeling a stack of computer parts past him. 

“With all due respect sir…what’s the point of the list if we don’t keep track of it consistently?” the elf on his right asked. That got him a glare from Cedar, stopping in his tracks to give him a very tired, very stressed scowl. The poor elf went silent, and just nervously looked at his notes. 

“Oh gods…I can’t wait till after the holidays…I heard the hot springs in the mountains are gonna be especially lovely after all this is over,” Cedar took another sip, his eyes wide as another elf seemed to be running full force his way. She looked worried, and she seemed to be from the organizing department.

“Mr. Cedar! Mr. Cedar!!” she exclaimed, taking a few breaths as she approached him. “Please come with me! This is serious!”

“What do you mean serious? Can’t one of the managers come see this? I’m far too busy to deal with base level issues” he replied.

“Sir…sir it’s a code Black…” she said that in a much more quiet voice towards him, just barely enough for him to hear amongst the busy rush in the halls. That…that wasn’t good. Mr. Cedar shoved his forms into the hands of the elf to his left and immediately rushed to follow the worried elf woman.

“Okay, tell me, how’s the security at the door?” “Guards didn’t see anything come in or out any major entrances.”

“Any places they could’ve snuck in?”

“We’re investigating, nothing out of the ordinary so far.”

“Did…did you check the…?”

“As far as we know, “that” gate has not been opened, won’t be open until Christmas eve. If it was, Mr. Claus would’ve been here.”

“...that is a fair point. Then how in the world did this outsider get in?!” Mr. Cedar ended up in the organization department, where there was a crowd of elves around someone…a human. An outsider. Mr. Cedar started pushing several elves out the way, going to approach the person in question once the others got wise and just cleared the path for their superior. 

You looked scared, confused, unsure of whatever the hell was going on. Mr. Cedar had noticed that you were just in a pair of matching pajamas, and you looked like you were just woken up from sleeping, which…you were! At one moment, you had fallen into a deep sleep for the night, and the next, you ended up on an assembly line out of nowhere, smushed between presents, your apartment nowhere in sight. 

“Where did you come from?!” Mr. Cedar approached you, glaring up at you. Despite the major size difference, you were still taken off by the strict authoritative tone this man took, and you just scooched back on the assembly line, bringing your knees up to your chest.

“I-I dunno! I don’t even know where this is!! Is this some like…event…why are you all in costume…?” you asked.

“Costume?! You think this is all a game?!” Mr. Cedar scowled. “I don’t much like your tone, we are EXTREMELY busy, and we have to figure out what you’re doing in my goddamn workshop!” 

“Sir…they came in through the gift line…maybe there’s an error?” one elf spoke up. “A person’s never ended up here...” Mr. Cedar’s expression seemed to soften a bit, and he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“This is a bad time to have an error…” he grumbled. “Take them to my office, but make it discreet. If word gets out there’s a human in the workshop not only will things start to get messy, but this might spread out into the city.”

“Yes sir!” Several elves responded in unison. At that moment, about 6 elves picked you up off the assembly line, and you were actually sorta shocked at this display of strength amongst such small fellas.

“Also, bring me a maple pecan dark roast, I need the energy for this…” With that, Mr. Cedar left the room, leaving your line of sight, and leaving you to be carried away like you weighed next to nothing.

“Hey!! Hey wait! I can walk!” you exclaimed. All of a sudden, a larger present box was pulled out from a pile, and just like that you were dropped inside, on top of a bunch of gift box tissue. Once the lid was put on top of you, you knew that this was…a pile of weird inescapable nonsense you ended up in. Where the hell were you, and more importantly, who the hell sent you here?!

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