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umnitsa · 1 year

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Come Christmas Morning...

Summary: Your husband always has a special gift for you come Christmas morning.

A/N: I caved in. I did it, I wrote Santa. And I am not remotely sorry. This was a gift for @kittyshead, who inspires me to no end with her Santa fic. I really hope you all enjoy it!

Pairing: Santa x Mrs. Claus!reader

CW: Somnophilia (but with blanket consent and encouragement), a fuckload of fluff and sex <3

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It was a Christmas tradition for Santa Claus. A naughty one, but there were perks to not being on the list, and this indeed was one of them.

It all started one Christmas, Santa Claus tiredly arriving home the morning of the 25th of December after an exhausting night of delivering presents. You, delightful wife of his (always a good girl), were still fast asleep. You looked so beautiful in the first light of the morning; he wanted you… But decided you were too beautiful to wake up quickly, so he spent long minutes caressing your hair, your arms, and your face until you woke up in bliss, your husband pressed by your side, his cock against your thigh, hard, pulsing against your skin.

He whispered soft words of praise, describing how beautiful, how peaceful you looked, asleep. You encouraged him to move further every year, ensuring he knew how much you enjoyed waking up in his arms, telling him how much you looked forward to the first lights of Christmas morning.

Until it became a tradition. Until neither of you could imagine spending the morning of the 25th otherwise.

Santa Claus sneaked into his own bedroom, as he did so many mornings before, and the irony didn’t escape him. It never did.

Suppressing a chuckle, he placed the sack on the reading armchair you kept in the room, then quickly removed his gloves, his hat, and his boots. He then proceeded to take off his jacket and leather vest, all his attention already on the bed. On your peaceful body, languidly stretched against the sheets.

You shifted, lost in some weightless dream. Your husband chuckled low, throwing his shirt and pants aside carelessly. With a smile, he pulled the covers to see what surprise you had for him this year. He skipped a breath as he saw the little satin nightgown—dark red.

He trembled, pulling the sheets, watching the goosebumps raised on your skin by the colder air of the room.

He brushed his lips against your shoulder ever so gently, but you shifted, facing the bed, hugging a pillow, one leg folded. He pulled the covers completely off you, admiring you as the light in the room changed, the first rays of sun invading the room through the window.

Your husband sniffed your hair, the softest of groans coming from him. His hand was already sliding against your side, over the satin, exploring the feel of the fabric against his palm and you.

A slight appreciative noise came from your lips as he petted you slowly, pulling your nightgown up, so he could see your ass and your thighs. He squeezed one asscheek gently, testing how deep into sleep you were. He knew he could proceed when you just sighed, pushing your ass against his hand and slowly arching your back.

For a moment, looking at your bare bottom, he didn’t know what to do, torn between the desire to keep the game longer and the desire to lick your pussy. He cocked his head, considering he never quite found a way to lick you without waking you up. As he considered what to do, he gently grabbed your asscheek and pulled your thighs apart.

He sighed. He had this obsessive thought since he found one of your naughty little notes hidden in the sleigh earlier. Little offerings, images, promises, even begging. It drove him crazy, year after year, little pieces of paper in your handwriting, bearing your desires and wishes. He could even imagine you on the desk, writing them and chuckling to yourself, biting your lower lip, squeezing your thighs together.

He sighed, lost in the images in his head, one thick finger already sliding in and out of you, agonizingly slowly. You were already wet, some touching before sleeping, a good dream; maybe you sensed his presence, his scent even in your sleep.

Santa sucked on his finger, a moan escaping him at your taste. You shifted with the sound but didn’t really change your position. He had to be more careful.

With light touches, he maneuvered your legs until his cock was pressed against your pussy. He stayed still for a long while, enjoying your heat burning against his skin.

You moved your shoulders languidly, and Santa knew he had little time before you woke from your slumber by the way you sighed. He couldn’t resist the temptation of rubbing his cock against your clit, slowly, even with the risk of waking you up earlier than he intended. Your mewls were worth the risk.

He pushed into you, ever so slowly, as gently as he could, trying to stretch those final moments for as long as possible. Your eyes fluttered open as your body raised from the deep, peaceful feeling of sleep to the searing ecstasy of pleasure.

You moaned weakly, his hands moving to cup your breasts, pinching your nipple between his thick fingers.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.” He growled softly, his hips moving with purpose now, long slow thrusts.

You opened your eyes, your mind hazy with sleep and pleasure, and as your vision focused, you gasped.

Your husband towered over your body on the bed, his hands worshipping your body, holding it for dear life, unwilling to release you. He smiled, his silver hair falling messily over his face. Your eyes trailed down his broad chest, tense with his effort not to just thrust into you hard and fast.

You took a moment to enjoy his tattooed chest and shoulders, the drawings snaking over his arms. You loved them, and the scars, they were all little reminders of life before, a reminder of the man your husband was and the trophies for the man he became.

“You’re so beautiful.” He moaned, thrusting slightly faster. Your body felt like paradise, warm, welcoming, pulling him in. You grabbed his chest, your nails leaving tiny marks along the drawings on his chest. “You’re such a good girl. Leaving notes so I would feel less lonely. Teasing me with every little surprise…”

Santa lowered his body against yours, covering you, his hair falling on your face. Without slowing his thrusts, he kissed you deeply, the thirst of a hungry man; even one night apart was torture.

You came, whimpering against his lips, the way he held you tipping you over the delightful abyss. His infinite passion for you was palpable in how he touched your body; you could feel it inside yourself, sparkling under your skin.

He kept kissing your lips gently, insistently, grunts and groans pouring into your mouth.

“My beautiful wife…” He whispered as he came, his rhythm faltering, then slowing until his hips stopped.

You chuckled, feeling light, even with his body covering yours. Santa nuzzled your cheek and your neck, kissing every now and then.

“I really want to taste you, but I need a moment.” He growled against your skin, then chuckled as you played with his hair. “I’m not that young anymore.”

“You aged perfectly.” You rubbed his shoulders, sighing against his solid body. His fingers buried in your hair, he whispered gentle nothings against your skin.

“I’m not finished with you.” He grumbled.

“I’m sure you’re not.” You whisper against his hair. “Merry Christmas, love.”

#violent night #violent night smut #santa harbour #fem!reader x santa harbour #david harbour #santa smut #santa x reader

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nicomundthered · 1 year

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fics masterlist 🤠

All stories are fem!reader and second person pov. Pay attention to the rating please, know thy self and if you are underaged please don't interact with 18+ content.

Requests are welcomed. But I will admit, I am a slow writer and an even slower editor. Which I am trying to improve because I have a lot of ideas. Currently writing for David Harbour and Pedro Pascal but could potentially be persuaded.

All works can also be found on Archive.

I’ve hit a wall of lack of inspiration and motivation…feel free to request or encourage. 💖

Jim Hopper

The Broken Places- 18+ you move to your new job in Hawkins. Hopper is your boss. follows the show but with hopper x you as the focal point.

Chapter One: The Prologue- 8k 🌶️

Chapter Two: The Vanishing of Will Byers (on hiatus)

Nicomund The Red (Santa Claus)

Santa May-be?- 18+ | pure filth | 7k - you are being very naughty and Santa decides to make a surprise visit. 🌶️

Joel Miller

The Injured Trilogy- a story told in three parts focused around my favorite trope - hurt/comfort. Basically reader is constantly getting injured.

Kept Hidden- 11k | you act impulsively and get injured. then you try to hide it from him.

Blood Runs Cold- 10k | you save Ellie, but not yourself.

part three (on hiatus)

Din Djarin

Dead Of Night- 18+ | Bodyguard AU- Din gets hired to be your bodyguard and you absolutely hate it. Until you don’t.

Chapter One: Incomplete and Insecure - 5k

Arthur Morgan

A Kiss and a Bounty- 2k | fluff | "shut up and kiss her already"

A Tale of Two Animals- 2k | extreme fluff | modern au set during quarantine

To Be Hunted- 5k | angst, fluff | he takes you hunting, you find out why and its not what you expected.

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prose-for-hire · 3 years

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My heart lives in Texas

[A late (and final) 12 days of Christmas fic]

Pairing: Fred x fem!reader

Request: Can you please write something with a female reader from a different country thats friends with and crushing on Fred and she can’t afford to go back to her home country to visit her family so Fred invites her to come to Texas with her to see Freds family or something?

Requested by: Anon

Warning: Mention of homophobia.

You had moved to the U.S. from your home country a year or so ago. It had been quite an adjustment at first. Angel investigations had taken you on once they realised you were fluent in several demon-languages. You had studied extensively when you lived back home.

You arrived at a similar time as Fred returned from Pylea. You bonded instantly. Fred was a sweetheart, and you adjusted back into life together. She leaned on you, she trusted you instantly. There was a calming aura around you and ever since she returned she leaned on you. You became close friends.

You both moved into Angel’s hotel and spent most days and nights together. You whispered through your traumas, comforting each other. You would often share a bed, cuddling together. So close with her arms draped around you.

You told each other it was platonic, it was because you needed each other. Cared about each other. You could only sleep so long as the other was in bed beside you.

But you both had feelings growing inside. Such deep and unending feeling they made you dizzy. Neither of you spoke of the way you felt, because things may change. And change frightened you both. Because you had gotten comfortable in your routine. In the way that you lived now, together.

Your friends tried to nudge you into speaking about your feelings, everyone knew that you were in love. It was plain as day.

Angel had asked you to come into his office. It was coming up to Christmas and everyone was discussing their plans in the main room. Fred was talking about going back to her parent’s house which is something she hadn’t been able to do in a long while.

“Y/n, I’m only asking you in here ‘cause we’re friends… right?” he added that on the end a little unsure and you nodded with a little smile.

“Right!” You assured him with a small smile.

“I’m not great with advice, but I just wanted to say somethin’. If you, uh, don’t mind” He started, you and Angel had become close and he wanted his friends to be happy, “You and Fred, you’re meant for each other. I’ve seen a lot and it’s not often you find something like you have with her”

“You can all tell, can’t you? That I like her?”

“We can tell you love each other. Go for it, at least some of us deserve to be happy” He murmured, alluding to the low mood of the rest of the team and himself.

“I don’t want to push her into anything… she’s special” You said softly. Angel nodded, staring into the distance as if he knew the exact feeling you harboured intimately. You were about to speak, offer him a friendly ear if he wanted to talk when there was shouts for you both in the other room

Another case. Another demon to fight.

You managed to complete the case after a lot of hardship. The demon had terrorised the hotel, taking all of the decorations and incinerating them in the melee.

When you were all sat around, exhausted surrounded by piles of smoking ash, most from vampires and the rest from the Christmas trees, Cordelia commented that at least you had the holidays to look forward to. Angel had insisted everyone take time off.

You were very quiet at this. You had thought about going home but it just wasn’t possible this year. The cost of tickets and the guilt you’d face should something horribly go wrong in California.

Fred saw you thinking, your brow furrowed slightly and she worried. She slipped her arms, looping them with your own as she leaned against your shoulder. Your eyes kept closing, you were blinking slowly. She whispered, telling you it was time to go to bed.

She led the way, taking your hand in hers as everyone watched you go. They understood and had stopped commenting on your affection. They had all silently agreed to let you figure it out naturally.

You slid into bed and she got in beside you. Your arms were open for her as they always here. She cuddled up to you, settling in her usual place. The space between you felt smaller and smaller each night.

She spoke softly, recounting her day as you managed to stay awake long enough to speak your mind too. She asked then, after a moment of silence what was troubling you. About the season.

And you explained, near poured your entire heart out about all your emotions. You were suddenly wide awake and retelling every worry and anxiety you had over leaving and returning home.

You couldn’t bare it if it had changed at all and yet if it was the same it would perhaps be harder to return. Los Angeles was your adopted home now, you wanted to see everyone but the cost was too much and she frowned.

You didn’t wish to be alone but you weren’t able to go. You couldn’t explain it any other way.

As you slept, she started thinking about her own thoughts. She had been reluctant to leave you, she had felt torn between her family Christmas and spending time with you. As the light of dawn started to filter through, she made a decision.

Once she realised you couldn’t go home for Christmas it wasn’t even a question that you would come with her. She had bought the tickets without thinking and insisted that she couldn’t celebrate without you there. You meant too much.

She of course gave you the choice, but you didn’t even have to think about it. You said yes, instantly.

You left together on the plane. You touched down on Christmas Eve. You felt like you might see Santa himself as you flew through the sky. It was a wonderful sight and she held your hand almost the entire way. She gushed and gave you her entire family history as you made your way there.

You went straight to her parent’s house. They had seen her since she returned from Pylea but not very often. They were so excited that she was coming for Christmas.

You walked over the threshold and were immediately greeted by her parents. They presumed you were dating already by the way she spoke about you. Fred had come out already when she was younger and her parents were so lovely about it.

“Aw, y’all look so cute together!” Her mother smiled wide and hugged you both at the same time.

“Mom, it’s not like that” There was a little glint in her parents eye as they exchanged a look at her words. It was only a matter of time, in their eyes. Fred then walked towards her father smiling, “Hey Dad”

She hugged her Dad as you smiled at them both. They both embraced you as if you were already family. They were so friendly and so down to earth - you loved them. And luckily, they absolutely loved you.

You had an evening meal. In the Burkle house, the Christmas Eve meal was almost more important than the one the next day. Because it was usually the three of them, making it more intimate with the extended family arriving tomorrow. Apparently there was a lot of them. Her Mom had been working hard to cook and her father had laid the table for you all.

You set your bags away and washed up before you ate. You smiled at Fred’s childhood home before you descended the stairs again and sat around the table while Mrs Burkle served up. You complimented the way the house was decorated and had her mother almost blushing at your words.

As the meal went on, there were plenty of subtle prodding to see what kind of relationship you were truly in.

“We’re so pleased to finally meet you, Y/n. Fred has said so much about you on the phone” Her father nodded as he chewed on his meal.

“You know our neighbours down the street have two adopted children now. Isn’t that wonderful? They’re amazing Moms” Fred’s Mom continued to gush as Fred shifted slightly at her words despite her best intentions. She then leaned into the table a little more to say to you, “Our Winifred has always been such a caring soul, we’re glad she’s found someone just as kind”

“Oh, thank you Mrs Burkle. This meal really is amazing” You smiled as Fred slipped her hand under the table, resting her hand on your thigh. She kept it there through the rest of the meal, rubbing her thumb every so often. She wanted contact with you, she didn’t want to be away for you for a moment.

After the meal ended, you made sure you assisted Fred’s Mom and helped clear away the dishes.

“And she’s polite too!” You heard her whisper too loud to Fred before she followed you into the kitchen. It made you smile, even if you hadn’t managed to speak to Fred about it alone that at least her family thought you were good enough for her daughter.

You helped wash up and engaged Fred’s Mom in conversation while you assisted her. She made you really smile. You turned to leave, going to find Fred, your heart a magnet to hers. You couldn’t bare to be apart. But her mother took you by the hand, telling you that you are part of her family. That you would always be welcome here.

She also warned you not to mind any of the extended family tomorrow if they say anything rude about you and Fred. In fact, she promised they would be sent out of the house quicker than you could say Happy Christmas.

You smiled at the floor, you really did feel like one of them already. She squeezed your arm again before nodding and letting you go and find your Fred.

You stayed in the living room with her parents for a while before retiring to her childhood room. They provided a camp bed for one of you on the floor, but nobody in the house was convinced it was going to be used that night.

Fred had an idea, she wanted to show you something she would do when she was younger. She opened her balcony. It was only small but she laid blankets out so that you could stargaze together. She rested against the wall and she gestured for you to join her, which meant you were now sitting between her legs. She wrapped you in a light blanket and you nestled together despite it not being that cold.

You and Fred sat together, the cool breeze was welcome. You leaned back, your head resting against her chest. She stroked your hair softly before sliding her hands down to hold yours.

“Your Mom thinks that we’re dating” You said softly, your words so light they danced away with the low breeze that whistled around you. Your hands weaved between each other as you leaned further back against her.

“Mhm, she does that with every friend I’ve had since grade school” Fred chuckled, which was true. But, her Mom had a lot more reason to think so this time.

“She’s going to fight your homophobic relatives for us” You chuckled.

There was a silence. Fred shifted under you slightly. You moved up to sit and turned to look at her. You worried that you had said too much, spoken of it as if it were laughable. You hadn’t meant it that way at all.

She looked down slightly, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she realised what was coming. You could easily hurt her here. Tell her that this wasn’t what she hoped it was.

But, of course you would never do that.

“Fred, I haven’t said anything because I didn’t want to push you, after everything you’ve been through” You began your speech and shuddered despite the lack of cold, these were words you had practiced in your mind for such a long time it didn’t feel real that you were saying them now, “I love you and the biggest gift that you could give me this year would- would be if you would be my girlfriend?” You asked, your voice caught in your throat at the end.

Her eyes shone, watering with all of this emotion. It was made even more prominent in the moonlight. She couldn’t form words, she just nodded yes vigorously. You embraced, wrapped around each other on the balcony, a tear falling from her eye now. This was all she had ever wanted. You pressed your lips to hers, only briefly, there would be a whole night and beyond for more. This moment was yours. And you were going to cuddle under the stars once more.

You held her so tightly, laying her down. You were flat on your back with her tucked into your side now. You couldn’t take your eyes off her now, the stars would be nothing compared to her.

She whispered that she would stargaze at night, hoping that her soulmate would be looking up at the stars too, wherever they were. That one day, she would return to this balcony with the one she loved and share blankets this way. That one of the first weeks, when you had first starting sharing a bed she had pictured watching the stars with you.

You spent the rest of the holiday period, and beyond, exploring your romantic relationship. She took you around the places she used to frequent. You both struggled to leave, this place would be special to you both know. It was perfect and you swore to her from that day that a piece of your heart would always live with hers in Texas.

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umnitsa · 10 months

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I am not sober right now, so indulge me...

Headcanons for kink: Alexei Shostakov (Black Widow), Jim Hopper (Stranger Things), Santa (Violent Night)

Alexei

He isn't the most sophisticated partner. XD But he is eager and curious, and he will try anything you bring to him. He doesn't really like using rope or other restraints, because he is fully capable of restraining you with his massive body. He will spank you but will giggle like a schoolgirl through the whole process, from sheer giddiness. He will shift to a fully serious, hair-pulling growling dom if you disrespect him though (isn't that the game?)

He loves the idea of roleplaying, but he is so cheesy doing it you WILL feel you're in a 70's porno. It is hot and fun in its own way.

He's mostly a soft dom who loves the idea of using you for his fun. And his fun is making you come again and again. It makes him feel powerful.

He really, really wants to please. So if you praise him, he will be a babbling mess and will become putty in your hands. Use it well, it's the only way you're gonna ride him because he loves restraining you with his body. He doesn't really understand daddy kink, but it's ok if you call him daddy. He does have a size kink, with everyone being smaller than him, but I bet he would pop a boner if you were his own size or bigger (it would be a delightful surprise for him).

Hopper

I can see Big Jim as vanilla as it comes. Mostly because he thinks most things are distractions. He just wants to devour you.

Ok, not so vanilla, he really really likes to spank you.

Well, he also loves manhandling you.

And he loves you on your knees, looking at him with big eyes.

But that is just him! If you bring him the idea of domination and submission, he won't understand how it relates to him. He's absolutely oblivious.

Big Jim has basically two modes. Classic!dom, who will spank you, growl orders, fuck you hard, pull your hair, make you beg for an orgasm. And Service!dom, who will cover you in soft praise, eat you up and finger you for hours, who will suck on your nipples as he rubs your clit gently, make you beg for him to stop and just fuck you already, you're so overstimulated.

Even when you take charge, he has this look of control over things, he smiles at you as if he's indulging you in good nature. He thought it was very cute when you handcuffed him that time.

Calling him daddy is a no-no. He's a bit sensitive. But if you call him sir, or chief in a sexual way... You'll get a raise.

Santa

That is a dirty old man as I have ever seen one. That man is kinky as fuck and nothing you say can make me think differently. He's very respectable, a good man, but he will pop a boner if you call him Father Christmas in a sexual way. He has a daddy kink and it's a severe one.

He is a flirty menace and will talk you into an orgasm. He is incredibly vocal, grunts, moans, and dirty talking. Sweet praise and playful degradation so you don't forget how naughty you really are. He will make you admit to every desire, to admit that you love what he does to you, out loud.

Oh, and he is there to realize all your fantasies, the best he can. If you want it, he will try it at least once. He will judge you? Yes. He will probably mock you playfully a little bit. In a dirty way. The dirtiest. Just so you don't forget you're naughty.

You will be tied up in red ribbons, some day.

He loves when you decide to please him. Santa loves to rest against the pillows and just watch you play with his body. Between grunts and soft moans, he will praise you, his hands gently petting and squeezing you in turns.

#alexei shostakov x reader #alexei shostakov #red guardian #red guardian x reader #mayb writes #maybheadcanons #violent night smut #fem!reader x santa harbour #santa smut #santa x reader #jim hopper #jim hopper smut #hopper smut #jim hopper x fem!reader #chief jim hopper #jim hopper x reader #jim hopper x you #stranger things smut

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umnitsa · 5 months

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Hungry

Summary: Santa always takes too long to give you your promised gift :3

A/N: This was heavily inspired by @beefrobeefcal and their lovely chubby P-boy series. I just couldn't help myself. Written with unholy eagerness and no profreading!

Pairing: Santa x reader

CW: Established relationship (every year), Santa is ravenous for cookies and alcohol, oral (F receiving), dubcon (santa is drunk, but he iniciates things), Santa EATS a lot on this and this is just mood (it makes very little sense, but I do not care <3)

“I know our deal is that I stay asleep during the gift giving, but I’ve been hearing the bells for almost an hour now, the first rays of the morning are coming through the window and…” You blurted quickly, as you left the bedroom, just to be greeted by the sight of Santa Claus happily reclining in your massage chair, a beer in one hand; the other was resting on his belly. His chest and belly, even his glove, were covered in cookie crumbs. His hat was discarded on the table, his hair falling wildly around his shoulders in a silver halo.

“Oh, Nick.” You sighed softly, watching him rumble happily, then raise the can to his mouth. He took a big gulp from the can and opened his eyes. With a smirk, he turned the chair vibration off and pulled the chair to a sitting position. It made you chuckle, it reminded you of all the mall santas and their elaborate armchairs, this was just a more minimalistic, modern version of it.

It made you want to sit on his lap and tell him what you really wanted. You had missed him, one year is too much to wait.

“Left your house for last, cookie. You always have the good liquor.” Santa gruffed, pulling a large cookie from his pocket and biting on it. More crumbs fell on his beard and his chest, merrily. You could see he was completely drunk. He placed the beer on the side table and opened his jacket, making crumbs fly all over your room. “Didn’t feel like going the long way home just yet.”

“And the raindeer…?” You asked, getting closer to him.

“They will come back later.” He asked, munching on the cookie. He chugged more of the beer, swallowed it all down and smiled at you. “Did you miss me, baby?”

“Yeah. I missed you so much…” You stepped even closer, fidgeting nervously.

“Been a good girl?” He asked, raising one eyebrow, teasing you gently.

“I behaved this year.” You nodded, eagerly. You were wet just from waiting for him.

“Do you have more beer? And more cookies, please. This year there were a lot of shitty cookies. I ate them all; I’m not ungrateful…” He patted his distended belly, which made you chuckle. His clothes were usually large, but now the jacket was open, you could see his full belly, making his shirt look definitely tighter. “I ate all of them, but I’m still hungry, cookie.” He pleaded, his eyes sharp and intense. “Bring’em, I know you made me some.”

He said, looking into your eyes with a loopsided, knowing smirk. You nodded and scurried to the kitchen, grabbing the enormous plate filled with an impossible amount of cookies. You knew him, you spent the night baking, making sure you would have enough for him.

Back in the living room, he was standing up, jacket off, tugging on his suspenders drunkenly. His sheer size always mesmerized you; he was tall and large, thick, fat. He was immense, his arms and his highs thick, soft, but hiding immense strength. Santa threw his gloves on the couch; they landed over his boots on the floor. He smiled at you, knowingly, and sat on the armchair. He then readjusted the little table, making sure he could reach it even while sitting down.

“Here, cookie.” He pointed at the table, then sat, burping. “Get the beer… Do you have whisky?” You nodded in response. “Good girl. Put it all here and come sit on my lap.”

You placed the bottle of whisky, a glass and a six pack of beer on the table, then sat on his lap, moaning happily.

“You hate when I make you wait, don’t you?” Santa petted your hip, squeezing softly.

“I miss you, Nick.”

“I miss you too. I just like to tease...” He said, raising one hand to pet your cheek, then pulled you for a gentle kiss. You placed your hand on his chest, sliding your fingertips over his skin, through the cut in his shirt. He made a pleased noise against your lips.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed one of the cookies. Santa raised the cookie in his hand and turned it, examining. Humming softly, he winked at you. Then he bit it, looking into your eyes.

“These are good!” He chuckles, a soft ho-ho-ho coming from his lips. “Good cookie.” He chuckled to himself, looking from the cookie to you, then he pushed the rest of it inside his mouth. “I love when you bake for me.”

He eats and drinks watching you. Licked his lips, eyes half lidded. As the cookies vanished from the plate, his hands got more intimate. He grabbed your ass and your thighs, kneading gently. He bounced you on his lap, chuckling softly as he watched your tits wiggling. You giggled, combing his hair with your fingers, swatting the crumbs from his beard gently. Santa fed you tiny pieces of the cookies, watching your lips wrapping around his fingers.

“You’re being very good this year, cookie.” He said softly, leaning back to get some space for his belly. Between the cookies and the alcohol, you figured he was pretty full, being the end of the night. You noticed he leaned back, but he didn’t move you from his lap; it brought a smile to your face. “And you have been especially good to me.” He waved to the cookies. “What happened?”

“Every year you give me a gift and make me happy.” You said softly, rubbing his belly. “This year I want to make you happy.”

“Thank you, cookie.” He blinked, swaying drunkenly. His words were somewhat slurred; he looked all soft, slow, content, like a predator well fed. He bit on another cookie, looking you all over. He voraciously ate it, then sighed, patting his belly.

Santa chuckled, pushing you off his lap and standing up. A small ‘oof’ escaped from his lips when he wrapped his arm around you for support, his other hand on the side of his belly. You could see he was dizzy, uncoordinated; he stumbled to your bedroom, hugging you firmly against him.

He took off his shirt, dropped his pants and, naked, threw himself at your bed. The thud resonated through the house, making him chuckle.

His massive heavy cock rested cradled between his belly and his thigh, hard and pulsing. Santa breathed slowly, and deeply, looking at you with a smile. One hand moved over his distended belly and he raised the other to you, making a ‘come forward’ movement. You held his hand, giggling, and he pulled you to kneel on the bed, then he directed you to sit on his face.

“There’s one last special cookie to eat up, and I’m still hungry.” He chuckled, pulling your hips down; he kept one hand on your ass, his other moving to caress his own cock in slow movements of his fingers.

His tongue pressed against your lower lips, making you gasp. The hand on you pressed you down, his nose moving against your clit. He growled, hungrily pushing his face against you. You moaned and whimpered softly as he moved, your body tensing.

You could feel he was in no rush, savoring your taste, your smell, the way you felt against his lips and tongue. You clenched around nothing, riding his face. He grunted and moaned against your pussy, the vibrations pleasant.

His hands moved over your ass, grabbing and pulling you down, making you whimper. He squeezed your flesh, grunting, desperately licking you. With his lips around your clit, and his hands squeezing your flesh, you came.

Santa chuckled, encouraging you to move so at least he could breathe. You chuckled back, moving to his side and hugging him, your hands caressing his full belly.

“You’re the best cookie.” Santa said, mischievously, his fingers sliding against your forearm and your hand. His beard was soaked, and he smiled, eyes half closed. He hummed, pleased with himself. “Good girl. Smart too. There were more cookies and more alcohol this year…”

“Yeah, kept you fed, full and drunk so you wouldn’t tease me too much.” You petted his belly, palm lightly moving up and down. “It worked!”

”Naughty.” He laughed, tickling you.

“You drive me crazy every year, it’s unfair.” You pouted playfully.

“I drive you crazy because you’re naughty all year long. Touching yourself thinking of me. Do you think I don’t know?” He smacks your hip, smirking. “Naughty little cookie.”

You pressed against his side, letting him crush you against his side as you cuddled his belly. Now you could wait.

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Santa has had enough of Christmas

Summary: Santa Claus is really frustrated with your behaviour.

A/N: So, yeah. There we are. More questionable porn with Santa Claus. I’m not even sure this is a bad thing anymore xD This is the moment I must admit I really loved Santa calling kids ‘little shits’, and it’s totally inspired by that line. XD Hope you enjoy this one!

Pairing: Santa x Naughty!reader

CW: degradation, mostly. Santa is angry on this one. This is dirty, so please beware xD

Santa materialized in a tiny living room in a tiny apartment, in a big city, in a big country, and he immediately felt something was wrong.

No Christmas decorations.

He squinted behind his glasses, adjusting to the light in the room, and the second thing he realized was that he occupied most of the room. That made him chuckle low; the one getting the present was very, very short, indeed.

Huffing, he turned around, looking for a tree or a stocking or wherever the fuck she placed her gifts. He found a place of cookies, a thermos, a bottle of beer, and a card on the dinner table.

“Sorry, Santa. I forgot to buy milk, so I am offering you my favorites. Beer and coffee.”

He laughed, a sad laugh. He knew you didn’t really believe in him, that this was just a joke for you, but it was ok. You were a grown-up. Grown-ups have a hard time just believing. The important thing was that you were on the nice list and deserved your gift. And your wonder.

He opened the beer, scoffed at the thermos, and grabbed one cookie. It wasn’t that good, but at least it was homemade.

He then saw the small gift close to the plate—the one you had bought yourself. With a grunt, he picked your present from the sack, but he heard a humming sound before he could place it on the table. The bedroom door must be open.

Santa moved quietly; there was a covered body in the bed, facing down, moving slowly, rhythmically. The humming came from right there. He stepped to the door, trying to make sense of the situation, when he heard a whimper, then a soft moan.

He felt the gift heavy on his hand. And the list became warm on his belt. You had just lost your place on the nice list. He had watched you all year, being sweet after a lifetime of perversion. Every moment, he watched you behave, being a good little girl… He got invested!

“What the fuck you think you’re doing, you little shit!” Santa raged, slamming the light switch. You scrambled, sitting down, the covers sliding. “So fucking close, now I'll have to get you coal." He grunts. "It was already done and wrapped, you little pervert."

You had the audacity to look at him and moan, the vibrator still lodged into your body.

"I work all year, and you spoil everything in the last minutes of the day. Unbe-fucking-lievable." Santa growled as you scrambled, pulling the vibrator out and covering your breasts. “You leave that plate of cookies every year as a ridiculous little internal joke, and the year you’ll get the fucking present you spoil everything like this? What were you fucking thinking?”

“I… I was thinking of you, I guess…?” You said hesitantly. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, you’re gonna be sorry.” He grinned, placing the present back in the sack and tugging on the jacket. You just watched him, mouth half open. By the time he was through with the jacket and started tugging on his vest, your hand was moving under the covers again. He growled, angry. “This is so disrespectful.”

You quietly watched him, your hand moving gently under the covers. That infuriated him.

“And you just keep going!”

“If this is a dream…” You babbled, trying to look innocent but clearly hiding something.

“I’ll show you the dream. You’re gonna get exactly what you were thinking of.” He spat, taking the rest of his clothes. You gasped, leaning forward when he took off his shirt. Your hand speeded up; Santa Claus growled, quickly getting rid of his pants.

For one second, you looked genuinely scared, but it quickly turned into lust. You licked your lips, thinking of how it would hurt.

“Look at that. The little pervert got turned on by my size.” He mused, almost to himself, his face in a snarl, his voice showing some disdain. He placed his glasses at your bedside, then pulled the covers to expose your body. He hummed, looking at your breasts, your hips, the expanse of soft skin. “Is this what you want for Christmas, you horny little shit?”

“Please, yes.”

“On fours.” He chuckled darkly, climbing into the bed and grabbing your arm to turn you around.

“But I want to see you…”

“Tough luck.” He growled; you got on fours, trembling, your arousal explicit by the glistening on your thighs. “You’ve been naughty; you don’t get what you want. Now it’s my turn; now I get what I want.”

You lowered your shoulders to the bed with a moan, pushing your ass up. He made a disapproving noise and grabbed your hips. He took a moment to rub his cock against your pussy, enjoying your slick feel, the way you squirmed, rubbing your ass against him. His cock lined with your hole for a moment, and he gently pushed, enjoying the way you gasped, holding your breath.

He trusted into you, slowly and relentlessly, until you felt your hips against his. You whined, squirming; his big hands grabbed and squeezed your hips, your asscheeks.

“I’m curious.” He slid his hand up your back, then grabbed your hair, pulling you up. He sat on his heels, hugging you against his chest, cock firmly into your pussy, immobile. “Why? Why did you behave all year and just now… Relapsed? I’ll only move if you answer me. And tell me the truth; I know when you’re lying.” His voice sounded like a growl, an angry, rumbling growl.

“I saw you a few years back.” You panted, trying to grind against him, to little success. “Bringing coal. I saw you choosing the beer. And how you grunted and sighed eating the cookies. You looked so good… I wanted to fuck you, but the only guarantee you’ll visit is by being a good girl. So I did it.” You moaned. “I just… I thought if you saw me, if you liked what you saw, you could join me.”

“Fuck!” He trusted up, a sharp, hard thrust. “You were trying to trap me? You pervert! Naughty little slut.”

You moaned even louder, his hands squeezing your breasts. His anger was starting to melt with pleasure, and he had to admire your courage in setting everything up. He had to respect that even being naughty, you believed in him so much... You behaved, your true nature hidden in the process. He started thrusting, not so hard now, enjoying the feeling of your body against his.

“You feel so good.” You sighed.

“Christmas magic.” He chuckled, sarcasm dripping from his words.

“Nooooo. It’s you.” You whined, looking back over your shoulder, your hands over his. He nuzzled your cheek, enjoying your sighs and your whimpers. You raised your hand to his head, a soft whimper escaping from you as you buried your fingers into his hair. He then nuzzled your ear and hair, taking deep breaths as he moved. “Thank you…”

“You’re so fucking naughty.” Santa chuckled, pushing you back on fours, his big hand sliding over your back. He took a moment to squeeze your hips, then pushed back to watch his cock disappear into your pussy.

You propped your head on your arms, whimpering, then turned your face to see him. Such a beautiful sight, his big body dwarfing yours in proportion, the tattoos adorning your chest and arms. As he growled in exertion, his blue eyes focused on the place your bodies met.

Santa didn’t look like he was paying any attention to you, but he was trying to commit that image to memory, your supple body, your soft skin, the way you were squeezing him, your moans and whimpers. He just couldn’t keep mad for long. You couldn’t be so naughty if you could make him feel like that.

The thought itself made him grab your hips harder, diving into a deep, hard thrust that made you howl in pleasure.

"Oh, is that how you like it? I see. Pervert.” He grunted, watching you tremble with his words. “You like when I point out you’re a naughty slut. What a delightful little shit you are!” He laughed, caressing your back ever so gently. He sounded dismissive and cruel, but the soft look in his eyes betrayed him. He was doing that for your pleasure. “I can’t say I’m not enjoying this.”

He pulled your head back by your hair, noticing how you whimpered and grabbed the sheets. He kept thrusting progressively harder and faster until you came, body going slack under him with the force of your orgasm. It didn’t take much for him to join after that, with your moaning and the way you weakly pushed against him. Santa just loved the way you reacted to him.

”That was a horrible thing to want for Christmas.” He said, his voice breathless and gruff, as he threw himself into the bed by your side, his arm still around you. He caressed you soothingly, especially your hips, which he had grabbed so hard just moments before.

“Sorry.” You lowered your head, chuckling giddily, your whole body tingling from the afterglow. “But that’s the only way I can get filled with Christmas cheer. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. You know I have to give you what you ask for, even if you’re a naughty little shit taking advantage of the rules. You have to stop writing me dirty letters, though. The elves keep stealing them.” Santa chuckled, kissing your shoulder.

“You really want me to stop?” You asked softly.

“No.” He chuckled, his whole body shaking. You ended up laughing too.

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