#holiday smut

[ghulehunknown]

Mistletoe’d: Papa Emeritus III x F Reader

“Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 (coming soon!)

**WARNING - NSFW CONTENT - MDNI**

Summary: After the Ministry Christmas party, you join Terzo in his bedchamber for some festive activities.

CW/Tags: characters drinking alcohol, established relationship, clothed female nude male, blowjob, penetrative sex (P in V), condom use, cunnilingus, face-sitting, face fucking

Word Count: 4381

Available on AO3! Primo | Secondo | Terzo | Copia

Author’s Note: This is the third day of the four-part series XXXmas at the Ministry, a collaboration with @copias-sewer-rat, @molly-ghuleh, and @bupia - please read their works too!

Happy Hornidays! ❄️

xoxo, the Naughty Ghulehs 💋

Primo | Secondo | Copia

A HUGE thank you to AlexandrMcQueer on Twitter for the accompanying artwork! Check out the full NSFW version on her account.

Tonight was finally the night of the annual Ministry Christmas party, and Christmas Eve. Papa needed your help to pull everything off, so all week you were scheduling with the bakers, the cooks, the cleaning crew, and decorating.

But after this evening, you could relax. Well, aside from tending to Papa’s needs and making sure the ghouls didn’t get too soused that it ruined their unholiday in the morning. But after the party, you could enjoy the festivities.

Everyone began milling about and socializing in the main hall, picking at the large charcuterie spread and ladling punch or eggnog into glasses. It looked like everyone from the Clergy was there. Even Imperator and Nihil showed up, though they did not seem too sociable, seating themselves at a table in the corner. Primo immediately sat himself in one of the few chairs scattered around the hall with a large mug of something warm.

Suddenly the ghouls began whooping and you turned your head to see Terzo enter in a lavish looking Santa suit - it was made of crushed red velour with flecks of red sparkles and appeared to be trimmed with white feathers.

“Nice suit, Terzo,” you quipped, eyeing him up and down as he approached you.

“That’s Papa Claus to you, principessa,” he said with a snarky grin and giving you a smooch on the lips. “And you’re Santa’s little helper.”

That you were. He’d ordered you the shortest green elf dress, although the skirt was more like a tulle tutu. The outfit was a whole ensemble, complete with an elf hat with ears, pointy shoes with bells on the end, and candy cane patterned tights. You felt ridiculous, but ’tis the season.

Everyone was in their best holiday attire - anything from ugly Christmas sweaters to formal wear. The ghouls were all dressed in elf costumes, with the exception of Dew, who was dressed as Rudolph - an antler headband fitted over his mask and a red nose strapped to the front of his mask.

Cardinal Copia was wearing an old Saint Nick red and gold cloak over his red cassock, and a poorly made attachable white beard. Secondo was dressed in an all black 3 piece suit that had a subtle fleur de lis pattern, and was chatting with one of Primo’s ghouls.

The night went on, and you were actually managing to have fun. The ghouls turned one of the snack tables into a flip cup station (much to your dismay as you shuffled the catering staff carrying fresh trays of food back into the kitchen) and several of the Siblings started Christmas karaoke, with a very drunk-looking Copia taking the lead.

Terzo flitted between you and the rest of the guests, chatting with various Clergy members (and skillfully dodging Imperator each time). He snuck up behind you, squeezing your ass.

“Make sure these old fucks are having fun, eh?” he said lowly in your ear, nodding backwards to the senior members of the Clergy.

“And just how am I supposed to do that?” you said, one eyebrow raised, his hand still under your skirt.

He winked at you, handing you a bottle of opened bourbon before cupping your ass cheek in his hand and rubbing it. “We’ll cheers soon, then I can have you all to myself.” He leaned in closer to whisper in your ear. “Papa’s going to be coming down your chimney tonight.”

He clapped you on the ass then darted between people again. “Everybody - eggnog!” he shouted towards the crowd, raising his arms up. He was herding everyone to the center. You thought you might die on the spot from your cheeks burning red, but everyone was paying attention to him - thank Satan.

As everyone poured themselves another glass and gathered, you went around and splashed a bit of bourbon in everyone’s cup.

“Some bourbon for your eggnog, Cardinal?” you asked Copia, approaching him with the bottle.

“Eh, none for me,” he said, hiccuping and covering his glass. “It’s strong enough as it is! I’ve had th-three already.”

“It’s nonalcoholic, Cardinal,” you responded, blinking at him. He looked puzzled and walked away.

You made your way over to Primo who was almost snoozing in his chair. “Papa Primo?” you asked, holding the bottle out, gesturing towards his half empty mug. You weren’t sure if he was dressed like Scrooge on purpose or if those were just his pajamas but he mumbled something that sounded like “Bah,” and shook his head swiftly, the tassel at the end of his nightcap swinging around.

Everyone was standing in a semicircle around Terzo, who for once seemed just slightly lost for words. “Well, uh - shit,” he began, eliciting a few chuckles from the crowd. “I do not know what else to say, other than it’s been a fucking great year. We had two fantastic tours, and we’ll be continuing into next year… I, eh - met someone very dear.” He glanced at you briefly before continuing. “We won a motherfucking Grammy…!”

The ghouls whooped and cheered while the Siblings and other Clergy members clapped. You glanced over in the corner. Even Imperator seemed pleased - maybe.

“Sì, sì it has been phenomenal. You should all be very pleased with yourselves. So pleased in fact I think you should all celebrate, in eh, whatever means you choose to do. And if I do not see you all before the New Year, have an unblessed holiday. Now, we toast! Tomorrow morning we will celebrate our Savior’s birth. But for tonight, we sin.” He held up his glass and the others did the same. “To Lucifer!”

“To Lucifer,” you said, chiming in with a chorus of voices. You swallowed your bourbon-eggnog concoction - mostly bourbon by your heavy hand, you found as you winced slightly, the liquor burning down your throat. You didn’t drink much and this was your first holiday gathering at the Ministry. Next month would mark your first full year here, and the first time you laid eyes upon him - your Terzo.

“Eh, see you next year, Papa!” piped up Copia, still hiccuping as he nodded and ducked out of the crowd. You smiled at the Cardinal’s little joke. Terzo stopped in his tracks for just a moment and acknowledged Copia before walking away.

He rolled his eyes as he walked towards you then his face brightened. “Hello,” he said, standing very close to you.

“Hi, Papa,” you said, smiling at him and holding up the last bit of bourbon, swishing it in the bottle. “Saved the last for you.”

“Mmm,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. “How much? I need to keep my stamina for later.”

You took a swig and shuddered - Satanas, you still couldn’t drink straight liquor. “Not much now.” He chuckled at you and took the bottle from your hand, knocking back the rest. You coughed a couple of times and reached for some party punch, completely forgetting the one you reached for also had alcohol and coughed again.

He patted you soothingly on the back and asked, “Are you okay, tesorina?”

You nodded, finally grabbing the nonalcoholic punch and chugging some.

“Will Papa have to take care of his little elf this evening?” he said, trailing the back of his index finger over your cheek.

“No, Papa,” you said, clearing your throat. “I’ve barely had anything.”

“Good. I have a surprise for you tonight, amore.”

“Hm. Any hint?” you asked coyly.

“Not a fucking clue. Come to my room in five minutes just as you are.” He picked up a handful of hard candies from the snack table and popped a few in his mouth, staring at you while walking backwards a few paces before turning around and heading down the hall.

You continued to mingle with the other Siblings, trying hard to conceal your blushing cheeks but to no avail.

“Someone’s excited about something,” one said.

“It’s nothing,” you murmured.

“Come on - spill!”

“Well, Terzo and I -”

“Terzo?” said another.

“Oooooh!” the others said in a singsong tone almost in unison.

“He said he has a surprise for me, in his room.”

“So you graduated from office visits to home visits now?” asked the first Sibling, looking impressed.

“Well…I’ve seen his bedroom a few times,” you said, not willing to divulge the full truth just yet. You’d been spending most of your nights in his room and sneaking back into the Siblings’ quarters early in the morning. Even though each Sibling had their own room, you knew your Sisters would hear the door to the suite open.

“I think this is the most serious he’s been with anyone,” said the second Sibling. “I’ve been here a few years and usually he’s done with his fling after two months. But you’ve stuck around.” You shook your head, not willing to believe this hype only to be let down. You just wanted to live in the moment and enjoy what you had with Terzo. “You should go - you don’t want to keep him waiting.”

You smiled and bid your fellow Siblings goodbye as they all made lewd gestures to imitate various sex acts and waved you off, wishing you luck.

You walked down the silent and dark corridors, passing ghouls and Siblings alike shrouded in the shadows to have their midnight dalliances, no doubt egged on by the holiday cheer and the alcohol. You smiled, thinking about not having to hide in a hallway like when you first started dating him. Now you had his entire bedroom to have your sultry romps.

You opened his door and walked into his Papal suite, the familiar lush decor and smell of mahogany filling your senses. You passed by the small and elegantly decorated Christmas tree by the fireplace. You wondered just what his surprise might be when you saw him propped up against the wall, a rose in his mouth and —

What was that?

He was dressed in his Santa jacket and hat, with nothing else on - save one thing. Your eyes trailed along his upper body then snapped to what was in between his legs. On the end of his throbbing hard cock was some mistletoe, tied around his shaft by a red ribbon and a little gold bell below it. He waggled his eyebrows and at the same time isolated his pelvic muscles to make his cock bob up and down, tinkling the bell.

“How long have you just been standing there all hard waiting for me?”

His face fell momentarily and he took the rose out of his mouth. “I thought you would like it.”

“I do!” you said, suppressing laughter as best as you could while stepping towards him. You held onto the lapels of his jacket and leaned in. “I do.” He smiled again, a smug look of satisfaction washing over him.

“Good,” he said, handing you the rose. “Because you’re going to get stuffed and glazed just like Secondo’s honey ham.”

You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “But I don’t think it’ll be quite as delicious as you, amore.”

“It should be. I’ve been eating a lot of pineapple for this.”

“Really? Then I’ll have to taste it for myself,” you said, feeling the heat pool at your core.

He cupped your face in his hands, kissing you deeply, slipping his tongue in. You weren’t sure where to place your hands so you held onto the rose with one hand, the other in his hair. He swiftly brought you closer to him, his quivering cock poking at your thigh under your tulle skirt.

“Mm!” you said, surprised at feeling his hardness brush against you.

“Well,” he said, pulling away to look at you. “It’s not going to kiss itself, tesoro.” He twitched his cock again, making it bob up and down and wagged his hips side to side, making it shake the other direction and sounding the bell.

You eyed him slyly as you bent down, gently falling to your knees before him and placing the rose on the floor. You took his cock in your hand and began stroking his length, eyeing the perfect pink tip at the end. Each time you stroked him, the bell would chime.

“Oh cazzo,” he sighed, leaning his head back, his lips parted.

You flicked the tip of your tongue against the head of his cock and watched his abdominal muscles contract. He was like putty in your hands.

“You like that, amore?” you asked teasingly, his shaft in your palm.

He glared at you from the corner of his eye. “Stai zitto,” he said through moans as you continued to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock. But you could swear you saw a smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he said this.

You closed your eyes as you took his entire length in your mouth, sliding him in and out and clutching onto his hips. The little leaves on the mistletoe tickled your nose each time the bottom of his cock reached your lips.

Clink! Clink! went the bell each time you slid him in and out of your mouth.

He started to whimper and moan quietly, his eyes closed in pleasure. His hand was on the back of your head, gripping your hair tighter the faster you went. At one point he began thrusting into your mouth, probably no longer able to contain himself.

Clink! Clink! ClinkClinkClinkClinkCLINKCLINK

“Mmm!” you mumbled around his cock as the greenery around his member assaulted your face over and over, scratching your nose and cheeks a little bit each time. CLINK.

Your eyes welled with tears as he hit the back of your throat repeatedly. CLINK. At this point you were hardly doing any work, just kneeling there and being used as a vessel. CLINKCLINK

“Satanas you’re going to make me cum like that,” he panted as he continued pushing his hips into your face.

You smiled around him - well as best as you could - and brought him closer by gripping his ass cheeks.

“Ah - cazzo!” he exclaimed, suddenly pulling out of your mouth and panting.

“Terzo?” you asked, trying to look up but you were unable to as his hand remained on your head as he used you to prop himself up and regain composure.

“I can’t cum too soon and ruin the evening, no?” he said, standing up straight and helping you up off the floor. “Not when I haven’t even taken care of you.”

You kissed his laughter lines around his mouth as he spoke, his Papal makeup smudged from your kisses earlier. “You always take such good care of me.”

He turned to face you and held you in an embrace, kissing you passionately again, his hands roaming all over your body. He began to massage your breasts through your costume, building the arousal between your legs even more. Your breathing quickened as you both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Fuck this fucking blouse,” he said breathlessly, breaking away and tearing at the front of your green cardigan, the buttons flying across his floor - eliciting a ‘Shit!’ from you. “Mmm!” he mumbled, kissing you again, pawing at your chest.

He fumbled around your back at your bra clasp, unhooking it after a couple of tries. You urgently slid the straps off your shoulders and tossed the bra to the floor. He bent down to take your nipple in his mouth, circling his tongue around it and sucking. He alternated, pinching the other one between his fingers.

“Oh Terzo,” you sighed, running your hands through his hair, fiddling with the silver strands peppering his raven hair. He’d never admit to it, but you saw the box dye left on his bathroom counter.

Instinctively you squeezed your legs together, alleviating some of the need to touch yourself. You felt your heart race and a shiver run down your spine.

“Fuck me, please Papa,” you sighed, breath trembling.

“Mm?” he said, glancing up at you between your breasts with a glint in his eyes. He kissed all over your chest, up your neck and finally, your lips. “Is la mia principessa ready for her Papa to fuck her brains out, hm?”

“Yes Papa, please,” you said, still in a breathy whisper. “Fuck me.”

He nodded his head towards the bathroom and glanced over. “Go get a condom and meet me in bed. I’ll get the lube.”

“Why are there none in our nightstand drawer?”

“‘Our?’”

“Shit. You know what I meant.”

He grinned. “Ti stai dimenticando? We used them all last night and I didn’t have time to take some more out.”

Slightly embarrassed at your gaffe, you made your way into the bathroom and started opening drawers. “Where did you put the box?”

“Bottom drawer!” he called out.

Did he think differently of you now? Would he think you were too presumptuous and want to call the whole thing off? Or potentially, were you just overthinking things as usual? “Found it! Oh fuck, shit!”

“Sorella?” He sounded concerned and rushed over to find you on your hands and knees kneeling near the toilet.

“Almost got it!” You had dropped the roll of condom wrappers behind the toilet and had wedged yourself between it and the vanity. “Help me, Terzo!”

“Ah, I see now,” he said slyly. “Call for me in a panic just so you can entrap me.”

“What? Terzo, no, I really do need help, I drop- ”

“Sì, I can help,” he said, kneeling down behind you, his cock right up against your ass.

“It’s just, argh!”

“Argh!” he imitated you, running his hands all along your body.

“It’s right there I can’t - reach - !”

“Has anyone told you how sexy you look with your ass in the air in candy cane tights?”

You rolled your eyes but you knew he couldn’t see. “Er, no - um, thank you. But I dropped the condoms behind the toilet.”

He craned his neck to see. “Ah. This is quite the pickle we are in. You with your hand behind the toilet and your ass against my cock.”

“No, I believe it’s your cock against my ass.”

“What am I to do, tesorina? What should a Papa do when finding his lover in a compromising position, hm?” He leaned down and trailed kisses along your back, momentarily freezing your arm from the continued search of the condoms.

“Fuck…” you whispered, feeling his mouth move further south and his hands finding their way around your waist.

“What’s that, bella? You think Papa should fuck you? You called me in such a panic earlier that I did not bring the lube…mmm, what should we do?” he said, kissing you just above your ass. “Is la mia principessa ready?”

Your body ached with desire. You needed him inside you. He trailed his finger along your tights-covered behind, poking around where your entrance was. “Darling, I think your tights are just a little wet. Let’s see just how wet you are inside.” He gripped the fabric and you heard it ripping apart.

You let out a surprised gasp as the chill air hit your warm, now exposed nether regions. He entered you with a finger and your body shuddered against him as you whimpered quietly.

“Oh yes,” he said in an amused tone. “You are very ready.” He slid out and up to your clit, playing with it gently as you moaned and rocked your body back and forth to feel the friction against his fingers. “So responsive. Una così brava ragazza.”

“Please, Papa,” you said under your accelerated breath. “Please fuck me.”

“Don’t worry amore,” he said, reaching over you and grabbing the sleeve of condoms that you were having trouble getting just moments before. “I will.” He tore off one and ripped it open.

You readjusted yourself on the tile floor so you wouldn’t bang your head against the toilet or the side of the vanity as you heard the crinkle of the wrapper and the clinking of the little bell still attached to his dick.

“Oh FUCK!” you both said in unison as he entered you. He slammed into your dripping cunt with such ease, you felt him bottom out immediately. The tingle of the mistletoe against your clit heightened the sensation.

Clink! Clink! Clink! Clink! In and out, in and out. You both moaned each other’s names in pure, unadulterated passion.

“Ah - merda Sorella, you turn me into a teenager again. Fucking on the floor out of sheer desperation for one another.” Now he was so deep inside you the bell muffled against your body. CLUNK. CLUNK. CLUNK.

“So - mmm! - you’re d-desperate for me?” you said teasingly against the cold tile.

“La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca.” With that he fucked into you so hard, so fast, you couldn’t say another word. He pushed your head against the floor roughly, your cheek pressed against the cool marble so hard you could feel the grout indent. He nearly knocked the breath out of you as he hit your g-spot perfectly each time, a relentless grip on the back of your head.

“Ohhh - !” you moaned as he rammed into you over and over. CLUNKCLUNKCLUNKCLUNK. He was thrusting faster, riding out his orgasm, his nails digging deeper into your hips.

“Fuck - I’m going to - cum - Sorella - !” He pounded into you, tapering off his speed as he came, his cock twitching a final time before he slumped over your back, breathing heavily.

“Satanas,” he breathed, his chest heaving wildly as he pulled out, your body shuddering under him at the loss. You heard the snap of latex and the condom hitting the trash can liner.

You turned around and sat down, leaning against the toilet. You watched him untie the mistletoe and take it off, tossing it aside. “So how was it, with that?” you asked, nodding towards the discarded plant.

“Honestly? It was a little itchy. It might just be a novelty.” He tossed himself on his back against the floor. He looked at you, his chest still rising and falling from being out of breath. “How was it for you?”

“Honestly? It was a little itchy,” you repeated. You both smiled and laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

“Come here Sorella, I did not intend to leave you wanting. Hop onto Santa’s lap.”

You crawled over to him and straddled his lap, gazing into his eyes.

“What do you want this year for being such a good little girl?” He asked, caressing your arms and looking at your breasts before flicking his eyes up into yours.

“I want…endless kisses…and a mind-blowing orgasm,” you said, leaning down to kiss him.

He returned the smooch. “Mm, I did not know a present for you would also be a present for me. Come closer and sit on Santa’s face…that’s it, Satanas yes please.”

You moved up his body until you were straddling his face, then delicately lowered your body on him, doing your best to move your skirt out of the way.

He sputtered, spitting out the tulle from his mouth and pulling your hips towards his face again. He batted at the layers of fabric, cursing in Italian, before finding your cunt.

Your eyelids flitted closed as your lips parted in a silent “oh.” He took your clit in his mouth and sucked on it between his lips. He alternated between that and flicking your sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue. You looked down to gaze in his eyes but his face was completely hidden under a green tutu.

You began to buck your hips against his face as he used the flat of his tongue, building up the friction and feeling yourself closing in on orgasm. He switched up and deepened the suction on your clit, flicking his tongue against you simultaneously.

“Oh fuck Terzo - fuck, I’m so close!” You rocked back and forth as you pinched your nipples, heightening the sensation.

His fingernails dug into your hips again as he sped up his ministrations. Grabbing ahold of your waist, he slid you along his mouth faster and faster.

“Oh, Terzo!” you cried out in ecstasy, trembling on your knees above him as you came hard and fast in his mouth. He didn’t let up the motions or the intensity until you pulled away, giggling from the overstimulation. You climbed off of him and sat down next to him, both smiling at one another.

“How are you feeling? Good?” he asked, stroking your thigh.

You nodded your head. “Yes, very. But can I lay down next time? I’ve been on my knees an awful long time.” You both laughed.

“There’s Papa’s little hoe hoe hoe,” he said with a devilish grin. “Of course, amore mio. Anything for you.”

You held onto his hand, playfully caressing all his fingers. “It’s been a very good Christmas so far,” you remarked.

“Mmm. And you haven’t even opened your presents yet.”

“There’s more?”

“What, you thought this was it? No Sorella, go look under the tree.”

You eyed him suspiciously as you stood up, legs still a little shaky. You walked out of the bathroom and into the living room.

You hadn’t noticed the presents under the tree earlier, but there were a few. A lot, actually. Somehow even your gifts for him were under there. One of the ghouls or housekeeping staff must have moved them for you.

One caught your attention - a gold envelope poking out from the middle branches of the tree. You reached inside the tree, accidentally sending the package spilling onto the floor. Two plane tickets splayed out on the floor.

You picked them up in wonder - your name was at the top of one, and his on the other. You walked in a daze over to him.

“You did not truly think I would leave you with just my cock for Christmas, did you?” he said, following you out of the bathroom and now leaning against the wall. “I love you, principessa. I call you princess because to me you are. My sweet little thing. I want to give you the world, my world…would Italy be a good start?”

You flung your arms around him, tears in your eyes. “Yes, Terzo. I think that will be an amazing start.”

[Stay tuned for a continuation of this story!]

Italian to English Translations

(la mia) principessa ((my) princess)

tesorina (little treasure/darling)

amore (mio) ((my) love)

cazzo (fuck)

Stai zitto (Shut up)

Ti stai dimenticando? (Are you forgetting?)

Sorella (Sister/nun)

bella (beautiful)

Una così brava ragazza. (Such a good girl.)

merda (shit)

La mia diavoletta pensa di essere così intelligente, eh? È ora che chiudi la bocca. (My little devil girl thinks she’s so smart, eh? It’s time you shut your mouth.)

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Underneath the Tree

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader 

Warnings: Lightly smutty! Minors DNI! Angst and romance mostly

Work count: 1.4k 

Summary: Dating Captain America during Christmas time certainly has its cons, but Steve is always there to make it up to you

a/n: ARE YOU EXCITED FOR SOME OOEY GOOEY HOLIDAY FICS??? I'm so excited for you to read this one. My first time writing Cap! Lots of Christmas fluff! Reblogs and comments are so so appreciated! Love you all <3

There’s a certain amount of Christmas Spirit that is expected from Captain America, that became clear the first year of dating Steve. Tree lighting ceremonies, Christmas parades, children’s hospital visits, charity galas, Christmas parties all across the country. 

Christmas had become a marathon month where you saw less of your boyfriend in person and more of him in glossy PR images. You couldn’t go with him given your full time job. Everybody got a piece of your boyfriend but you. This year you were hoping it would be different, but here you were. decorating the tree by yourself. Partially out of an empty boredom and partially from loneliness that comes this time of year. 

It was nearly midnight when you heard the lock of your apartment click, followed by the clattering chaos of Steve coming in. You could tell he was trying to be quiet, fighting against the noise from entering his bag of presents as well as his shield. 

“Oh, you uh, you already got the tree decorated?” Steve asked, clearly disappointed. You had resisted decorating it for nearly a month. Steve and Bucky chopped down real trees after thanksgiving and it filled the apartment with a wonderful pine scent. You two put the lights on right away, bright multi-colored bulbs that made the room glow yellow, red and blue. But putting up the ornaments was something Steve had wanted to do together. Unfortunately, you didn’t get to be together much during the Christmas season. 

So it stood tall and empty in your living room. A gloomy reminder of your lonesomeness most nights. He had promised you two would decorate it before Christmas, but that deadline was fast approaching. 

He had lifted the huge sack of presents over his shoulder. You wanted to laugh seeing him in his Captain America get up, with a Santa hat and presents over his shoulder. He looked adorable but exhausted.  He placed the gifts under the tree and took off his helmet. He ran his hand through his messy helmet hair then turned to you to give you a kiss. 

“Well, it's going to be Christmas in eight minutes. So I figured I had to at least get started.” You said dryly. He sent you a sad smile. 

“Thank you for saving the popcorn at least. It’s the best part of the tree.” He picked up the popcorn garland that he insisted on each year. A throwback to the old-fashioned decorations he loved. He had lost the argument about tinsel but popcorn garland was a mainstay. 

“You should get some sleep Sweetie. You’ve got the ABC Special tomorrow.” Even with the smile on his face, you could see how tired his eyes were. There were dark bags expertly hidden under some TV make-up. He scoffed. 

“What are you talking about? We’ve got to get this place decorated. I promised before Christmas.” He said already starting to get the garland strung up. “Any of the ornaments left? There’s room up at the top of the tree!” 

You smiled at him. Your frustrations and resentment twisted in your stomach. It was nice that he was trying. 

“I saved you the cutest one.” You handed him his personal favorite. Winter Fighter, a bootleg Bucky figure with both arms painted silver and no eyes. It made Steve laugh hysterically when he first saw it. You started to collect them, until you had a tree with nearly only ugly, knock-off Avengers merch. The red and yellow Mcdonald’s looking Metal Hero, Nordic Space Hero who had brushable blonde hair, the twisted plastic face and bulging eyes from the Commander USA ornament.

He hung the remaining ornaments with care. You really didn’t know how he still had the energy. 

“I love Christmas. I always have. For a long time I didn’t really celebrate it because I didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with. So I'd filled my calendar with all of this - stuff.  All of December I would get to see so many people and make their Christmas’s special. ” 

“Except I haven’t really been here this year, have I?” 

You shrugged, you didn’t want to fight but you didn’t want to lie either. 

“I’ve seen like thirty Christmas tree lightings this month. But this is the only one that has actually made me feel anything.” 

“Because it's so ugly and cheap?” You joked, lightly elbowing him. He doesn’t laugh, instead he grabbed your arm and brought you into him. He moved his hands to your waist. 

“Because it's ours. I hate that I’ve been away from you so much. I keep celebrating Christmas with everyone except the one person I love most.” His voice broke slightly. You could hear his sorrow. You hugged him

The two of you embraced, you felt tender and vulnerable as you swayed in the soft light of the tree. 

“This is all I wanted this year, just to be with you.” you whispered to him. He squeezed you tighter, you snuggled into his warm chest. 

“Well, I guess there’s still time to return all these...” He sighed, gesturing with his head to the gifts overflowing under the tree.

“Hey!” You grabbed his chin as he chuckled at your indignation. “Let’s not get crazy here. You still have some things to make up for.”  You kissed him again. He tilted his head and parted your lips with his tongue. He gently cupped the back of your head, his other hand going to your hip bringing you tightly against his body.  He pulled his lips away, to lean down and scoop you up in his arms.  You let out a squeal as he swept you up in his arms, placing your arms around his neck.  He brought his lips back to yours as he started to carefully make his way towards the bedroom. 

“Wait, wait!” You cried out. Steve stopped in his tracks, his head tilted to the side. 

“I thought we were making up for lost time?” 

“It’s just…the tree finally looks so good.” You said sheepishly, biting at your bottom lip. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think?”

Steve beamed. He bent down to nuzzle his nose against yours. 

“Yeah Sweetheart, I think it looks great.” He spun around to place you down on the couch instead. He crawled over you, warmth radiating off of him as he boxed you into place. His lips met yours again, slowly moving against yours. His tongue teasing against your lips, asking for entrance. You wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, hugging him closer, you’d missed him so much. You clung to him, hitching one of your legs over his, both of your lips dancing together. 

You reveled in being surrounded by Steve for the first time in weeks. You basked in every part of him. The smell of his cologne, a cedar wood and musk, the sound of his breath hitching as you lift your hips to reach his, the roughness of his calloused hands and the gentleness of his lips. 

“I love you,” he breathed. 

You gazed into his blue eyes, filled with warmth and affection. His beautiful face was illuminated by the twinkling lights of the tree. 

“I love you too Steve.” Glancing at the clock, you could see it was past midnight now. “Merry Christmas.”  He glanced over his shoulder at the clock then back down at you. You could tell what was weighing on his mind. He was the Star - Spangled Christmas Man, he had places to be in about six hours. He cracked his neck then eased back down on to his forearms over you. 

“You know, I think I’m starting to feel a little sick.” You cocked an eyebrow at him.

“Excuse me?”  He let out a few performative coughs before burying his head in your neck. He started to slowly press kiss down to the base of your throat. 

“I think I’m far too sick to even think about going out tomorrow. In fact, I think we are going to have to cancel all of my engagements, until the new year.”  He continued his kissing down from your throat to your clavicle.  

“Hmm well if it's that serious sweetheart, maybe you should just stay in bed all day tomorrow.” You suggested. You let out a happy sigh as his lips continued down to your chest. He snaked one hand down your legs, cupping your pussy and snapping your panties off. 

You tangled your fingers in his blonde hair and you started to push his head further south, which he quickly obliged. 

You knew you couldn't have your boyfriend all to yourself all of the time. But you’ve been very good this year, and you deserved it.

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[amywritesthings]

the morning of. / an armin holiday fic

pairing: armin arlert x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) word count: 2k summary: It's not only your first holiday after the Battle of Heaven and Earth, but your first time living with Armin. Waking up next to overachiever has its perks.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! post-aot finale, smut, dirty talk, foreplay (f!receiving, armin's a giver), light dom undertones, orgasm, angst with a happy ending, armin is a sweety but also a lil freaky credit: dividers by @saradika

welcome to the ninth day of the twelve days of amymas and also merry christmas eve !!

Christmas Day.

This year marked the very first holiday season after the Battle of Heaven and Earth.

And you?

You're surviving, but you're not alone:

After the papers were signed and the truces were finalized, all Armin Arlert wanted to do was go back to Paradis and exist.

To live in peace if only for a little while, perhaps somewhere not too far from the sea, before he went back for more ambassadorship opportunities.

For his friends.

For himself.

(But with you.)

So you went back on the first boat to Paradis with Jean and Connie.

While Armin worked hard to square away everything on Marley, you worked towards the future of rebuilding of this little island, aiming your sights beyond the Walls.

To create the perfect home for the two of you.

Although gathering building supplies and hands steady enough to build a cabin required effort, you managed to pull enough favors from the people of Paradis: a quaint cabin on the outskirts awaited the 15th Commander of the Scouts on the far side of the island, right by the mouth of the ocean.

And when Armin came home, that’s where you stayed.

Although it was no secret that you and Armin had a thing in the Scout Corps, it's odd to acknowledge it was real in front of all of your friends.

Yet, given the weariness in everyone's bones, no one bats an eye at the fact that you live together.

(It’s better that everyone is happy in their own way.)

And it's quiet, for the most part.

The tide comes and goes. Birds chirp and squawk over the waves.

Armin had been busy visiting Mikasa Ackerman on Christmas Eve, imploring her to stop by for dinner at your place.

You were already prepared for Christmas Day. After all, it was easy to make him gifts while he was away so much.

Crocheting a sweater, for instance, to combat the chill of the sea. Buying a few practical items, for the next time he departs for Marley.

When Armin returned, he seemed happy.

(Mikasa said yes, he exhales with relief.)

And when you went to bed, Armin seemed in his own head, like he was waiting to be alone.

You assume it's for reflection.

It isn't a bother to sleep early.

When you awake Christmas morning, the sun has yet to rise. Only a faint hue from the open bedroom window illuminates the room.

Armin is still fast asleep.

His blonde hair has gotten a little longer around the frame of his face, cascaded in a halo around his face.

He looks exhausted.

Spent.

Carefully you nudge his outstretched arms, attempting to wake him just enough to cuddle against him.

Armin gives easily to your request, making a small noise in his sleep as he subconsciously invites you in.

By the time you nestle under his arm, he lets out a soft sigh.

“...time is it?”

“Early,” you whisper back, nuzzling your nose to him. A gentle ghost of a smile passes against his lips. “Go back to sleep.”

“Mmmph — no, gotta… get up,” he mumbles, eyes still closed. “It’s Christmas.”

You shake your head with a small laugh, studying his face.

“We don’t have any plans. We can sleep until dinner if we want.”

“Mm, but what about…”

"Rest, Armin," you interrupt, kissing the tip of his nose. "I'm going to make some tea."

Armin takes a slow inhale through his nose, only to curl his arm around your body to pull you closer.

Firmer.

Keeping you from making a move from his side.

It's amusing. Cute.

To accommodate, you drag your thigh higher along the outer curve of his to slot better beside him.

“...can’t go downstairs," the command is his exhale, "not yet.”

“Why not?” you question playfully.

Using your shoulder, you crane your neck to view the mouth of the stairwell connected to the bedroom — as if you'll manage to see why for yourself.

Armin catches the movement, causing him to finally open those brilliant blue eyes of his.

He’s a light sleeper, freakishly alert, but through the last few months he's found himself more lax when it comes to laying in bed with you.

(At ease. Gentle.)

“Because I have to be there when you do,” he replies with a little more awareness in his voice. “I… might have done something.”

You whip your attention back down to the blonde beside you and note the growing blush on his pale cheeks.

“Done… something?”

“Like maybe gone a little overboard.”

You blink. “In what way?”

“In a… well, it was supposed to be a surprise— Wait!”

When he notices you shift to sit up, Armin quickly pushes your back against the mattress and pins you to it with his own warm body.

He curls around you with a light chuckle, eyes still a bit bleary.

You drop back with a gentle oof, and stare up that boyish, charming face of his.

You can’t help it.

You lean up to capture his lips in a brief kiss, and he makes a short noise of surprise.

Your head drops back to the pillow, lips curling to a smirk.

“Is that why you’re so tired? You were up all night doing something downstairs?”

"You make it sound like I was doing something bad."

"I mean, if the shoe fits."

"For your information, I brought a few decorations back."

"Back?" you repeat. "Like from Marley."

He nods. "Not that you didn't do a great job with the tree. I didn't touch that. I just... sort of covered our entire house with stuff. Garland. Candles. Beads—"

"Armin?"

"—so you'd wake up to a sight to behold. You know, for our first winter season." He pauses before sheepishly including: "Together."

Chuckling to himself, Armin cups his palm to your cheek and leans in, refusing to allow that one kiss to be the only one.

“You always ruin surprises.”

“I know,” you manage to joke right back. "But I bet it really is."

"Really is what?" he murmurs, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

You accept it with a hum of approval.

"A sight to behold."

(Just like him, you want to tell him, but he'll never recover.)

Armin doesn’t just give kisses — every peck has a meaning, every slow drag has a purpose, and the air in the room shifts in an instant.

The kisses deepen, and soon enough Armin is caging you underneath of him.

His palm cradles your head like you’re a precious gem, mindful of his weight hovering over you.

When his hips instinctually grind into yours, the thin layer of your pajamas make direct contact between your legs.

Armin chokes out a shaken gasp, shuddering from pleasure.

He’s already hard from morning wood, and you can’t help but grin against his mouth.

“Sorry,” he hiccups, pressing his forehead into yours as he stops himself. “Sorry, you — it’s, ah, it’s always you.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, willing his arousal to disappear, before fluttering his eyes open down to you.

“We can be lazy about it,” you sing-song, reaching down to snap the waistband of his pajamas. He jolts. “If you want.”

Armin's eyes widen a fraction at what you’re implying, before his face turns scarlet. 

“I mean, yeah, I… you don’t have to convince me. But — downstairs—”

“Can wait,” you interrupt, flicking his lower lip with the tip of your tongue.

Armin shudders, reaching down to glide his hand over the swell of your breast, circling his thumb over the peak.

"You sure about this?" he whispers as he continues to rub affectionately, mindful of the noises bubbling in your throat. 

You've never nodded so fast in your life.

Eventually the blonde turns his wrist, pointing his fingers down to your hips, before slipping his fingers under the waistband.

He whines when he realizes you’re already plenty wet.

“You, too, huh?” he weakly jokes about your states of arousal, but he bites his lip and slowly — slowly — circles your clit with his middle finger.

You gasp, dropping your head back.

He seizes the moment and dives in, peppering loving kisses to your neck.

The circles grow more certain.

Stronger.

“Just… wanted this first Christmas to mean something,” he murmurs against your neck, sucking at the skin and nipping gently. 

You writhe against the sheets, moaning to the morning air. 

“You deserve something good. I want to give you something… so good…”

“Armin,” you breathe, and you feel his lips curve to a smile against your lips.

“Come for me first,” he whispers, tightening the circles around your clit the way he’s grown to master. “Just once and I’ll take you downstairs, I promise.”

“What about — mmph — you?” you whine, bucking your hips into his hand.

You want to feel him, in every way imaginable.

You want him to feel good, too, but you can barely think straight.

His knee nudges under yours and pushes upward, forcing your right leg wider. Opening your folds to him, giving him direct access to what he wants.

"You said we had no plans, right?" Armin replies with gentle amusement.

His fingers speed up to make a point.

"By that definition, I can have you here for as long as I want."

"Armin."

Your back arches, desperate to rock against him with little shame.

"Maybe this is my gift. Hearing you say my name like that. I'll make up for all the times you had to take care of yourself while I was away. Then, and only when I think I've made you come enough, you can return the favor."

He lifts his head, keen on watching you come apart by his hand.

“I’m in no rush.”

“Armin—”

“I got you,” he interrupts, pressing a kiss to your lips to drown out your cries. “You’re doing so good for me.”

He doesn’t give up.

He’s so timid in so many aspects of his life, but after some trial and error in bed, this is the one place he’s certain.

Sure of himself.

He knows you, just like you know him.

And Armin won’t give up until he has you whimpering under him.

Your toes curl when that familiar pressure begins to build, and he doesn’t let up.

Doesn’t stop.

All he does is leave your lips to nip at your earlobe.

“You’re close already, aren’t you?”

He whispers in your ear, and you bite your lip to keep the noises down.

“Don’t hold back. I want to hear you.”

Stars burst.

Sometimes all it takes is Armin’s gift of words that sends you reeling, and soon you fall over the edge with a strangled moan of need.

He continues massaging your clit, slowing the speed but not quite letting up.

Not until you make that squeak of overstimulation.

Then he hums with happiness, and pulls his hand out of your pajama bottoms.

“Better?” he asks gently, using his other hand to gently run along your cheek. He licks his fingers clean, savoring the taste of you.

Spent, you nod with a lopsided smile.

“...I feel like you’re already spoiling me.”

“Oh, that’s hardly what I call spoiling,” he breathily admits, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “You okay?"

"More than," you promise.

"Good. C’mon, let’s go downstairs."

"I don't think I can feel my legs."

He chuckles, sitting up with a grin. "Then I'll carry you on my back. We'll make some fresh tea and enjoy the day before the rest show up.”

You leisurely follow, sitting up on your elbows.

When you hold out a hand for him to take, he pulls you up.

Forehead to forehead, he takes a pause to nuzzle them together, eyes slipping closed.

"Happy Christmas," he says.

"Happy Christmas to you, too, Commander." He snorts at the title. "If we’re going to start off every Christmas this way, I’m not gonna say no."

Armin’s grin only widens.

He turns his back to you at the edge of the bed, beckoning you to climb on.

Sleepily you oblige, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He turns his chin to kiss the tip of your nose, murmuring a promise in return:

“I’m open to starting new traditions, but only if they're with you.”

.

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[paperweight91]

Welp @drabblewithfrannybarnes let me know what you think…

Based on this post. A hoe spiral that I am delighted about!

Summary: what happens in the copy room after Ransom pulls you onto his lap at the Christmas Party.

Warnings: Smut! 18+, Linda Drysdale

W/C: 812

Ransom smirked as he pulled you behind him. Still in the ridiculous outfit. But the way you were looking at him, he wasn't ready to take it off quite yet.

“C’mon Kitten, let’s go.” You giggled behind him as he opened the door to the copy room, and pushed you inside.

You could feel his heated gaze taking in every inch of your body. When his eyes returned to your face, his pupils were blown wide. He licked his lips and tore the fake beard off his face, discarding it on the ground.

He stalked towards you like a predator circling its prey. For every step he took forward you took one back, until you finally hit the supply shelf behind you.

He smirked and let his fingers slowly graze up your thigh. Causing you to shiver and whimper quietly. He slowly brought his hand up underneath the skirt of your dress, rubbing the soaked material of your panties against you.

He tsked, “It seems like you should be on the naughty list Kitten. Getting all worked up for Santa.” You squirmed and bit your lip to suppress the moan trying to break free.

Ransom then did something you never thought you’d see. He dropped to his knees in front of you, dragging your ruined panties with him. Once you were free he propped your leg over his shoulder and flipped your skirt up.

Looking up at you through his lashes, he searched your face before finding the confirmation he was looking for. He dove in sucking on your clit, while two of his fingers jammed into your entrance. Your shock was only overpowered by the intense pleasure he gave you. You threw your head back and started to grind down onto his face. You ripped the Santa hat off of his head so you could lock your fingers in his hair pushing him closer.

He pulled back to watch you as his fingers rammed into relentlessly. “Look at you, just perfect.” He murmured, before diving back in to trade licks and suckles to your clit. At the pace he was going you knew it wouldn’t be long before you were going to cum.

“Ransom, please I’m so close.” You moaned and thrashed as he brought you closer and closer to orgasm.

“I know Kitten,” he murmured against your mound. “You can do it, cum for me.”

At his command your body stiffened and you felt the electricity zip through your entire body. Your head feeling light, your limbs like jelly.

Luckily Ransom caught you before you could fall, bringing you to straddle his waist as he sat back on his heels.

“I think I’ve changed my mind, cause good girls follow direction, and you listen so well.” He smirked as he brought you in for a kiss.

As quickly as your orgasm swept through you, you knew you wanted more. You ground yourself down against him.

“Get up.” He motioned towards the copier. You stood and walked towards it, bending at the hips.

“Such a good girl, now let’s see how good you really are.” You heard him pull his pants down, he trailed the head of his cock up and down your leaky folds before pushing just the tip in. He groaned, his forehead resting against the back of your neck. He took a moment before slamming his hips against yours.

You squealed at the intrusion, unable to control your volume. Forgetting that you were at work. Ransom reared up behind you, placing one hand on your hip and the other on the back of your neck. He started slowly fucking you, teasing you both. Soon you were squirming and mewling, begging him to go harder, faster, anything.

He chuckled before saying, “How can I say no when you beg so pretty.” With that he thrust in hard and fast. You soon were chanting a beat of “yes, yes, yes” meeting him thrust for thrust.

His hand slipped from the back of your neck down to your other hip. You could tell he was getting close, with the way his rhythm was faltering. He reached his hand around your hip and flicked your clit twice before you were shouting your release.

He groaned into your neck as his own release followed immediately after. You both stood there panting to catch your breaths when the door burst open. You jumped and turned in Ransom's arms.

“Ransom! Are you serious?! Did you just? Get out and take your little tramp with you.” Linda Drysdale, Ransom’s mother had caught you both. You buried your face in his neck, and Ransom scooped up.

“Wonderful idea Mother. Maybe you can tell the old man so I never have to wear this ridiculous costume again.”

Ransom strutted out of the building, with you in his arms, and many plans to ruin you over the coming days.

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So what do we think?!?!

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[charmandabear]

Christmas

Summary:

Sleeping in your childhood bedroom with your parents on the other side of the wall is probably the worst place to fool around. Bummer that you and Astarion struggle to keep your hands off each other.

Pairing: Astarion/f!Reader Rating: E Word Count: 1.6k Tags/Warnings: more smut than fluff, modern au, christmas smut, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, keep it the fuck down

Read it on AO3.

Thank you again to Idylla for letting me use their amazing art for the banner! Part 2 of 3(?) of Midwinter Nights! Definitely absolutely not based on a true story.

Midwinter Nights: Yule | Christmas | New Year's Eve

It's not that you were nervous to introduce him to your parents, but you certainly weren't free of anxiety.

But the second he turned on that Astarion charm, relief rushed your body. They were absolutely enamored with him, your dad almost alarmingly so. You had never seen him laugh louder at someone’s jokes, clearly vying to impress your partner.

He looked so cute helping your mom trim the tree, carefully placing ornaments according to her strict instruction. He indulged her desire to spread family gossip halfway through her second glass of wine. He would occasionally throw a smile towards where you were curled up in a cushy chair with a steaming mug of hot chocolate, flashing a cheeky hint of fang for your benefit. Your parents don't need to know about that yet.

You finally bade your parents goodnight and retreated to your old bedroom. They had converted it into a guest room long ago, but there were still hints of your childhood in it. The stuffed animals that adorned the bed, the old dresses hanging in the closet.

You turned out the lights and slipped under the covers next to Astarion, rubbing your cold feet against his even colder legs. You turned over to face him, basking in the sight of his skin glowing beneath the twinkling fairy lights.

“My parents really like you,” you said in a whisper, cognizant of them possibly hearing you on the other side of the wall. He rested a hand on the slope of your waist, thumb stroking absentmindedly.

“Don't sound so surprised, darling,” he chuckled. “You say it as though I don't know how to behave.” He punctuated the statement with a rakish grin, really driving home the point.

“Right, because when I think ‘Astarion’ my first thought is ‘someone you can take home to mother.’” 

“I'm certain I have no idea what you mean,” he said, and planted a chaste kiss on your forehead. You smiled and burrowed into his chest, excited to fall asleep and for morning to come.

You tilt your head up for one more goodnight kiss. He obliges, and his lips taste sweet, the hot chocolate still lingering. Your breath catches as he presses into your lower back with his hand, deepening the kiss ever so slightly. You snake your hands up around his neck, lightly running your fingers through his soft silvery curls.

If you were smart, you would have broken the kiss and turned over to go to sleep. Lying in your childhood bedroom with your extremely attractive vampire lover while your parents slept on the other side of the very thin wall was not the time or place to start anything.

But you are not a smart woman.

You pressed your body into his and relished in the breathy groan that escaped his lips. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, the taste of desperation and heat flooding your senses. You clawed at his back and neck, chasing every inch of his body and searching for relief from that mounting pressure in your belly. He slid his hand down your ass and hooked your leg around his waist. Beyond your control, a small voiced moan made its way out of your throat.

“Shhhhh!” He hushed you before trapping your lips into another kiss, effectively silencing you. You tried to swallow back your breaths, keeping them light and shallow to prevent any more noise from leaving your body. It proved harder when he caught your lower lip between his teeth, his fangs pricking the sensitive flesh without actually piercing any skin.

Your contrasting desires to satiate your hunger for him while also staying quiet enough to not be overheard were at war with one another. You pulled him on top of you with the leg around his waist and he drove his hips into yours, giving you the slightest hint of his growing arousal. You inhaled a ragged breath in between increasingly ravenous kisses, your hands desperately searching for more of him and his touch.

The mounting heat and pressure between your legs was starting to overwhelm you and you shifted your focus onto controlling your increasingly needy mewling. You buried your face in the crook of his neck in the hopes that it might absorb some of the sound. He didn’t make it any easier as he continued to slide his half-hard erection along your cunt, the two thin layers of fabric between you dampening with every passing minute. You clamped your teeth down onto the skin there, not biting so much attempting to use his shoulder as a gag. This backfired as the second your teeth made contact, he let out a sharp hiss as his hips bucked, setting off another groan that died in your throat.

Your knees fell open further and you could feel the outline of his length press into your folds. You tightened your grip on his shoulders, wincing as you tried to suppress the obscene noises threatening to escape. But you ached for more, the need for the relief his touch provided was starting to consume you. You grabbed the back of his head, bringing his ear in contact with your lips.

“Please touch me, quickly,” you begged in a sharp whisper, unconcerned with how pathetic you sounded. He pulled back and his red eyes glinted with mischief, an impish grin spreading across his lips.

“All right, but not a sound, understood?” he purred, and you clamped your lips shut as you nodded impatiently.

His touch was cool he trailed it down your front, sending a shiver through you. He slid his palm flat against your pubic bone, fingertips barely touching the top of your slit. Your mouth dropped open but you managed to maintain your silence even as your hips jerked into his hand. His opposite hand snaked behind your neck and he crushed your lips into his once again, swiping his tongue along your bottom lip. He dipped a finger between your folds and you could feel his lips curl up into a smile.

“Darling, is this just from me?” He clicked his tongue as he lazily swept his finger up and down your slick. “So eager.” You couldn’t respond, you only clenched your teeth as your hips cantered into his touch. His cool digit between your hot lips sent a shudder rippling through your body.

“You love it when I touch you like this,” he purred, and you immediately caught on to what he was doing. You would not last long with him crooning into your ear, never mind having an easy time keeping your voice down. His lips brushing along your ear made your breaths come high and hot, and you tightened your fingers in his hair.

“Look at you, coming undone,” he continued, unphased by the pain from you tugging on his hair. He gently circled your clit, just enough to tease you and not nearly enough to satisfy. You thrusted into his hand, aching for relief.

“You want it so badly, little pup.” You could feel the pet name on his breath tickling your ear and you swallowed the whine threatening to emerge. “You want to scream my name, but you can’t.” He slid a finger inside you, moving it excruciatingly slowly. You bit down on your knuckle as you tried to fuck yourself on his fingers, begging for more. You’re so rarely this quiet and you can hear the squelch of his fingers as they pumped inside you, and the extra sensory element made you all the more wild.

“If I give you what you want,” he looked down his nose at you and you could see the arousal in his eyes, “will you need me to make you stay quiet?” He was beginning to pant, too, his heaving chest rhythmically pressing into yours. You kept your lips closed tight as you nodded in desperation. He shifted his weight, clamping his free hand over your mouth and pressing your thigh up with his knee so he could get a better angle into your cunt.

He began to properly thrust his fingers into you, the crook of his thumb hitting your clit with every downstroke. His hand muffled your cries as they grew increasingly needy. You rocked into him and the bed began to emit a tiny steady creak. But you were so past the point of caring, all you needed was for him to give you your release.

“That's a good girl, let go, love,” he whispered roughly into your ear. His praise and encouragement were enough to send you over the edge, your hips rutting into his hand as your cunt clenched around his fingers. He rode out the waves of your orgasm with you, and you can feel his ragged breath on your cheek.

The two of you slowed, and before he even took his fingers out of you you were both listening intently for any sign of movement on the other side of the wall. When you deemed it appropriately quiet, you fell into a fit of giggles. Astarion pulled his hand out of you and dropped his forehead into your neck, shaking with silent laughter.

“That's a dangerous game you're playing, Ancunín,” you whispered, breathing not yet returned to normal.

“You were the one begging, you needy little thing,” he responded with a smirk, barely visible in the low light. You playfully shoved him off you and rolled onto your side, snuggling your back into him. He wrapped his arm around your waist, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. You closed your eyes, praying there wouldn't be any awkward conversations at breakfast.

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[saintbryde]

bound to the jinni | pt 3

Content Warnings | Tropes : breeding kink, noncon, dubcon, huge monster peen, somnophilia, sex slave and master dynamic, primal, dom/sub power exchange, squirting, creampie, fingering, bondage, drugged state from aphrodisiacs, instalove, raspberry sherbet flavored cum which is also an aphrodisiac

A/N : Please don’t use this as a reliable sex resource, the sex slave and master dynamic presented here is in no way meant to be a true representation of a healthy BDSM relationship

Parts: pt 4

Varcan never had such a vivid wet dream until he felt a body shift on top of him.

His eyes snapped open, finding Heather above him. Her face was flushed, pouty lips showing traces of his cum dripping down to her chest. He didn’t think it was possible to cum so hard and so much in his sleep—but Heather was full of surprises.

And waking up with Heather’s mouth on his cock certainly wasn’t on his bingo card. He felt special thinking Heather chose this method all on her own, that she wanted to suck him awake.

Now it was time to reward her for being such a good cock slut.

But before he could get up, Heather pushed him back, pinning him by his shoulders.

“Master.” She whined. “Fuck me like you own me. Fill me up with your cum until you’ve bred me. Please, I can’t stand my pussy being empty anymore.”

Varcan’s heart stopped. He almost came from the mere image of it—him on top of Heather, caging her in and rutting into her sweet pussy, her ass planted in the air for him. He knew his semen could have an aphrodisiac effect—but that was only possible if it was his mate. He was never letting Heather go now.

“Fuck, pet.” He groaned, brushing her cheek with his thumb. “That was so good of you to milk my cock in my sleep.” He pulled her in, kissing her deeply. “I can’t take it anymore, either. I’m going to breed you all day and night.”

“Yes.” she breathed, grinding her wet core against the head of his generous cock. There was one issue with fucking Heather, Varcan noted. He couldn’t fit inside her. At least not all of him. But if she was his mate, she’d expand for him. There was only one way to be sure. Heather’s dress was flimsy enough to be torn off, and she giggled as he trailed kisses down her face to her collar bone, mouth stopping at her breasts.

Varcan blew on her hard nipples, watching her squirm with anticipation. But then he felt Heather nudge the head of his cock against her entrance and he lost it.

He took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and biting, relishing her squeal of excitement. She positioned herself to sink down on his cock and felt Heather close around him in the first delicious push. She tightened around Varcan, her walls silken and wet for him, but regardless it was a tight fit.

“Oh God.” She gasped, gripping his shoulders.

Varcan looked into her eyes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. You’re just so big.” She almost laughed.

He snickered lightly, before double checking, his tone serious. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. You’ve got to breed me, remember? There’s nothing I want more than for you to be inside me, Master.”

Varcan closed his eyes at that, suppressing the urge to buck up into Heather. He wanted nothing more than to impale her on his dick and watch her take it on top of him. But he didn’t want to hurt her for being so good to him.

He brought his hand down to her pussy, feeling for her little bud. When he found it, he spat in his hand and played with it. It was the encouragement Heather needed, now whimpering and taking more of him.

She slammed down onto him, fully engulfing his cock. Varcan’s balls tightened, and he swore he saw stars.

Heather was his mate.

He snarled. “Heather, you’re mine.”

Varcan planned to keep her as his sex slave for a little while before releasing Heather back to Shadow Falls. He’d gotten payback for her capture of him, and he’d broken free.

But his heart clenched painfully at the thought of her separating from him.

He needed to fuck her so good that Heather would feel the same. He gripped her wide hips, watching her bounce on his dick and setting a rhythm. “I belong to you, Master.” She panted.

She took a deep breath, and Varcan sensing her orgasm cresting, held her up as her body went limp, falling to his chest. He gripped her ass, and drilled up into her until she was screaming, her pussy convulsing around him.

“Fuck.” Varcan roared. With two final jagged pumps he spilled into her, filling Heather’s pussy just like he promised.

#monster smut #monster fucker #monster boyfriend #monster fudger #monster fuqqer #monster bf #monster romance #original story #terato #jinni #holiday smut #christmas smut #instalove #breeding k1nk #bd/sm master #bd/sm breeding #cw: somno #somno k!nk #primal play #smutmas 2023 #kinkmas

[rav3nmuse]

Me waking up early enough to read smut before I start my day

#starting my day off with my kitty on super soaker #smut #anime smut #chubby reader smut #plus size reader smut #poc reader #black reader #black reader smut #holiday smut #booktok #my thots

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || finale

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(14/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: explicit language; reference to past SA; heartfelt confessions

Word Count: 2,000+

Author’s Note: Now, to be honest, I really hoped to make these chapters longer. But I wanted to published on Christmas Day and I haven’t had time to write all month. I truly hope I wrapped up this story well, and who knows? It could have epilogue next year or next month. I love you all. xxMoni

~

     The day after Christmas was no better. Three times you had dressed and undressed, debating whether to leave your apartment and go speak with Bucky. You were both overthinking this and you were both in the wrong. Bucky shouldn’t have kept treating you like a flaky friend or kept his initial indecision a secret, and you shouldn’t have stormed away without hearing him out first.

You needed to see him. But your body wouldn’t let you get in your car and take matters into your own hands.

You flopped face-down onto your bed, releasing one long groan. When your lungs ached with the need for air, you sucked in a breath and repeated the process. Groaning until your throat was sore. You rolled over, instantly regretting it. You had washed your sheets, but not the pillowcases.

That heavenly mixture of snow and Starry Night. No swirling irises to accompany it, though.

“Do you want to come back the day after Christmas and show me how to jump?”

He chuckled, “It’s a date.”

You snapped up, replaying the words in your head.

Rockefeller Center, ice skating, the date.

Would Bucky remember? Would he even go?

You had to try. You missed Bucky, you missed Axel, you missed who you were when Bucky was with you. You missed the feeling of companionship. Of choosing who to spend that time with.

You didn’t want to be lonely anymore. Lainey would have kicked your ass all the way to Rockefeller by now, you bet.

After throwing on your winter jacket and boots, you sprinted out your front door, tripping only twice. Then turned back to your apartment, grabbed Bucky’s present, and repeated the tiring process of putting the key in the lock.

Stopping at Lainey’s old door, with absolutely no regard to whoever occupied it now, you declared, “I’m going to win him back. Because I love him, and I don’t want to be alone anymore.”

~

    “Are you sure she’ll be here?” Steve asked as he opened the car door for Bucky. Rockefeller Center looked to be even more crowded than the last time he had come. It was like a cruel joke, making the search for you that much harder.

“She was the one who suggested it,” Bucky explained. “And if what you said is true, she’s not mad at me.”

“Oh, she was mad. Maybe not with you entirely, but she was mad.”

Bucky scowled at his friend, though he was grateful to have a second pair of eyes aiding him. Bucky was grasping at straws. Either you remembered that you had suggested this date and had the same idea as him, or you forgot and he was here when he should be at your apartment.

Or—the worse option—you had remembered and chosen not to come.

Bucky hadn’t really thought about what he would do if that was the case. He was a big boy, and although it would hurt him to bits, he would have to survive. Your time teaching him how to receive touch again would not be wasted. He promised himself that.

“You take one side and I take the other?” Steve suggested, adjusting the baseball cap. “Or do you want to stick together?”

“We can cover more ground separated,” Bucky replied. “Don’t worry. I’m okay.”

Steve studied him for a moment, then took his word. “Text me when you find her.”

Bucky nodded, watching as Steve blended into the crowd.

Step one: Pass through this chaos.

Taking a deep breath, Bucky prepared his mind. None of these people were out to get him and self-defense was not necessary. Most people were here with their family and friends, not plotting the end of the world with his metal fist in mind. He clutched your gift as he held it in his jacket pocket, then moved.

Bucky pushed through the crowd, apologizing for shoving people too hard and smacking his shoulders against them. Most people moved out of his way, allowing him some air. He searched every visible face, every occupied bench, every person exiting from the buildings. He guessed you would be near the ice rink considering that’s where the date was going to take place, but he still focused everywhere.

Someone’s shoulder brushed across his shoulder blades, paralyzing him for a moment. It was a quick touch, one that was over before he could truly dwell in it. His body told him to run back to the car, to find refuge in his mountain of blankets. That behind his apartment door is where he would be truly safe.

Though his body craved that comfortable feeling of safety, his idea of safety was no longer the loneliness found behind a closed door. His safety was encased in your touch, in your bedsheets, in your presence.

So he continued to push and shove through the crowd, counting his breaths and picturing your face. This was for you. It would always be for you.

His heart stopped as he took in your face for the first time since you walked away from him. You had painted your lips red and thrown on the same cardigan and jacket that had been hanging on the hook beside your front door for the entire month now. You caught his line of sight, freezing in place.

He pushed through the last of the crowd, stopping a few feet from you. You had your hands in your jacket pockets, but you were still shaking in your boots. Bucky wanted nothing more than to run to you and provide you some warmth, but there were words that needed to be said. Things that needed to be addressed.

“If you want to leave me, I will fight you.”

Your eyes widened a fraction at his unexpected declaration.

“When Stark told me to find a date, I refused because I physically could not swallow that reality. I said no, but I had no choice.”

He continued quickly when your face fell. “But I told Stark that I trusted his judgment. He gave me an out, but I had already met you. You were loud, and inappropriate, and reminded me of me from when I was young.”

“Bucky—”

“A part of my innocence was stolen from me long ago. And as much as it kills me, I know I’ll never get it back. I didn’t deserve to have it ripped from me. I deserved happiness, and a home to return to, and soft hands and soup and a little corner store to call my own. But life fucked me over, and I got none of that. I got tortured, and wiped, and… assaulted, in a thousand ways. And for the longest time, I thought they stole the whole of me. I thought there was no hope. That there were no soft touches left in the world. But you… You make me want to try again. You make me believe that people can still be good in this world. Because you’re good, and you’re good to me, and I love you. I love you more than hot chocolate, more than biscuits, more than the Santa Clause movies. I love you. And I want you. I’ve wanted you since the moment you threw your arms up and introduced yourself. I’ve wanted you since our first picnic. I’ve wanted you since the first touch. I want you, I love you, and I just pray that you want me, too. That you love me, too.”

Multiple tears dripped from your eyes and down your cheeks. And when Bucky reached up, he found his cheeks were wet as well.

“I don’t expect you to quit your job or be solely mine. But I find myself running under your sweet nothings and I don’t want to abandon that feeling just yet. So I declare, the day after Christmas and surrounded by strangers, that I choose you too. I am scared of the world, and what they think of me, but I am not scared of you.”

“Bucky.”

Bucky sucked in a wobbly breath and pulled the bracelet from his pocket. It was handmade, green, and had a little L carved into the stone.

L for Lainey.

You stopped in front of him, turning the bracelet over in your fingers. Then you let him put it on your wrist. You cupped his cheeks with your surprisingly warm hands. Bucky whimpered sweetly, chasing the heat.

“I think you are courage incarnate, Bucky Barnes. Believe it or not, but you make me want to be strong. I have been lonely for so long and you showed me that friendship was still a real thing. I thought I had lost it forever, doomed to be stuck in a world that did not appreciate me.”

Bucky laid his forehead against yours, nearly hiccuping as your words pierced through his burning heart.

“I am yours. Only yours. And I’m sorry for being in my head too often.”

You pulled out a pair of fancy, leather gloves in his size, blushing. “It’s not as sentimental as the bracelet, but—”

He pressed a deep kiss to your mouth, holding you close. His chest warmed against yours instantly. His knees only needed to bend slightly to reach your lips. Your pinkies curled perfectly around each other.

How had he not noticed this before?

“Take me home,” he whispered, using his thumbs to wipe your tears away.

You nodded against him. Then, you giggled uncontrollably, melting against him.

“What?”

“Don’t forget Steve.”

Bucky shot a surprised look down at you. “How did you—”

“I know what his eyes feel like boring into my back by now.”

Sure enough, Bucky glanced up to see Steve watching your exchange with a genuine smile on his face.

~

     “Do you trust me?”

Steve huffed, his knuckles turning redder as his grip tightened against the railing. When Bucky had mentioned that Steve had always wanted to come to Rockefeller Center with him in the 1930s, you had assumed Steve knew how to ice skate. You didn’t expect a trembling Captain America scared to find his balance and refusing to let go of the support.

“I trust you, but if I fall then you’re going down with me by default.”

“Fair. Now let go of the railing,” you ordered, holding out your hand for him to take. You hadn’t told him you were a beginner ice skater yourself. But you figured, since Tony rented out the rink for private use for the next six hours, it was the perfect time to test this out.

Steve murmured a curse under his breath before reaching out his left hand. His right still held onto the railing, so he began stretching and involuntarily splitting his legs. “Help! Help!”

“Let go!” you laughed, taking his extended hand in your own. He slunk back together rather comically, wobbling as he gripped both your hands. “Now close your eyes and skate!”

“Wha—Why should I close my eyes?”

“It’s the only way to truly trust yourself!” you lied, sounding creepily authentic. You pushed off, taking him with you. He argued twice more before finally shutting his eyes, allowing you to lead him anywhere.

“There we go! You got it! Keep those eyes closed!”

He thankfully listened, unaware of where you were leading him. You would think his super soldier hearing would alert him of a new pair of skates on the ice, but his anxiety probably clouded his thoughts.

With a quick nod, you expertly exchanged Steve’s hands into Bucky’s.

Skating away but still at a close enough distance, you called out, “You can open your eyes now!”

Steve nearly tumbled, but his expression was one of pure elation. Uncontrollable, joyous laughter spilled from his mouth.

“Buck!”

Bucky only smiled, tugging Steve closer. Hand in hand, flesh on flesh, they skated the perimeter together. Not once did Bucky drop Steve’s hand.

It may have only been a battle won for Bucky, but this was an entire war won for Steve Rogers.

He was touching his best friend again. If it wasn’t for you, for Bucky’s determination and strength, it wouldn’t have been possible.

You skated to the railing and watched the childish men for the next hour, wiping away tears whenever they dropped from your eyes. Lifting your hands up, you snapped an imaginary picture. To save for later. To think about whenever you thought something was impossible.

Then you snapped another, a real one using your phone, for safekeeping.

~

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes/reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x y/n #captainsimagines #finale #pretty woman finale #pretty woman au #marvel fanfiction #by Moni #holiday fanfic #holiday smut

[ripcupid]

🎄"Call me Santa."

🎄 word count: 1.8k

🎄 a/n: don’t ask how all this happens on a couch just think of it as a wide couch. The reader is wearing one if Santa slip dress things iykyk and if not sorry. Posting Christmas Eve I couldn’t wait longer.

✧༺♥༻∞ please send requests ✧༺♥༻∞

“Sevika, close your eyes.” 

You call out from behind the door of your bedroom. You check to make sure her eyes are closed before you walk out into the living room. You stand in front of her on the couch. “Open them.” 

She looks up at you, her eyes revealing a mix of surprise and excitement. Sevika gasp at the sight of you before placing her hands on your hips. “Was this my surprise?" 

"Mhm." You nod, smiling as you bite your lip. She laughed as she twirled you around, admiring the look on your face. 

"It was worth the wait." Sevika pulls you into her lap, making you straddle her lap. Her hands rest on your ass, making the skirt of your dress ride up. 

“I told you it was.”

She smiles as you blush, lightly brushing her thumbs across the exposed skin of your ass. You feel the warmth of her hands, and your heart races as she leans in and presses her lips against yours. You wrap your arms around her neck and kiss her back with a passion you had never thought possible. As the kiss deepens, her hands travel from your ass up to your waist, caressing and pulling you closer. As her hands reach your back, you feel yourself tremble in anticipation and excitement. She slowly pulls away, leaving your lips parted and aching for her. 

You can feel your heart racing, and the warmth envelops your body. Your breaths are deep and fast, and your mind is clouded by a haze of desire. You know at this moment that you would do anything for her.

Sevika kisses your neck, leaving marks on your skin. You tilt your head, moaning softly. You press your chest into her body, grasping at her hair. She kisses down to your chest, bringing her thumb to your nipples, toying with them through the velvet fabric. 

She kneads the fat of your ass, occasionally spanking you. You cry out with each hit, feeling like the air is being knocked from your lungs. You sigh when she stops, soothing your skin with gentle caresses. She kisses your jaw, “Let me play with you.” 

You desperately nod; bringing her hand to your cunt. Sevika’s hand disappears under your dress, dragging her fingers over the wet spot on your underwear. You whimper, grabbing her wrist. “Don’t tease me, please, Sev.” 

“But it’s fun.” Sevika's laugh is deep, her breath tickling your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. 

Sevika pulls your underwear to the side, watching her fingers slide through your cunt. Her fingers remain motionless, her middle finger tracing circles around the wetness. Sevika stops tracing circles and slides her middle finger inside of you, her fingers moving in a slow, deep rhythm. She looks up at you, watching your face contort while dragging her thumb over your puffy clit. You grind against the length of her fingers, steadying yourself by holding her shoulders. Her rhythm quickens, and your breathing becomes more shallow as your body begins to quiver and tense with pleasure. 

You desperately grind your clit on her hand. She pulls her fingers out as you whine at the feeling of emptiness. She wastes no time, letting her fingers spread your wetness on your clit. Sevika flips up the front of your dress, watching you grind against her fingers. Her other hand grabs onto your hips, her nails lightly digging into your skin as she guides your rhythm. She teases and tantalizes you, taking her time as she listens to your moans.You start to feel the warmth radiating from your core, and Sevika can sense it too 

“Let me taste your pussy, Princess.” She whispers into your ear, lost in her own form of pleasure. Her warm breath caused goosebumps to spread across your body. Her request sends a wave of pleasure coursing through your body, and you eagerly nod in agreement. She pulls away just enough to look into your eyes, her own filled with lust. She removes her fingers, bringing them to your mouth. You hold her wrist, staring at her before taking them into your mouth. You make a show of sucking her fingers, a proud smile spreading across Sevika’s face as she watches you.

“I need you; only you, please.” 

Sevika kisses you, groaning at the taste of you on your tongue. She lays you down on the couch, and you feel her hands slowly tracing up your legs, caressing and exploring. Her touch is gentle and loving, an intimate reminder of how much she needs you. You give into the moment, feeling her body pressed against yours and the softness of her lips as she kisses you. You can feel yourself melting into her. “I need you too.” Sevika pulls the thin straps of your outfit slowly down your arms, kissing your shoulders all the while, revealing your tits as you quiver beneath her touch. She teases your nipples with her fingers, tracing circles around them and gently pulling. You feel the warmth spread through your body, and you let out a sigh of pleasure.  Her hands glide across your stomach as you close your eyes and savor the moment.

Sevika kisses your hips as she moves downward, and you can feel the heat of her breath on your skin as she slowly works her way down your body. You can feel your heart racing as you anticipate her next move. She gently places her lips on your thigh, and she can feel your body quiver in response.

She takes a few moments to admire your body. She carefully pulls off your underwear and takes in the sight of your drooling cunt. She wastes no time, pushing your legs apart and pressing her soft lips against your cunt. 

Her gentle touch causes your body to tremble in anticipation of the pleasure that awaits. You can feel your heart rate increase as she licks her way up your inner thighs and circles around the puffy clit that is now begging for attention. You let out a sigh of pleasure as her tongue flickered and swirled around your clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout your body. 

You arch your back, pushing your body further into her gentle ministrations as her tongue continues its exploration. She knows exactly how to drive you wild and doesn't stop until she has taken you to the brink of ecstasy. Finally, she takes her lips around your swollen clit and sucks gently, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your entire body as you surrender to the sensations. 

Your hands reach for her hair tugging, and you tangle your fingers in her soft strands, pulling her closer as the feeling intensifies. You whisper to her about how good it feels, and you can feel the vibrations of her laughter on your cunt as she intensifies the sensation. Your hips buck against her mouth as the pleasure overwhelms you, and your body trembles with the force of it. You feel yourself being pushed higher and higher, the sensations growing until it feels like you can no longer contain them. You plead with her to let you cum as she teases you with her tongue, and you feel like you’re going to explode. You can feel yourself nearing the edge, and you let out a moan of pleasure as your body shakes with anticipation.

You reach your peak, and she brings you back down with gentle licks before sitting up to admire her handiwork. You lay under her gaze, feeling satisfied and grateful for her tender touches. She looks down at you with a satisfied smirk, and her lips curl into a smile. She leans in close, and you feel her warm breath on your cheek as she whispers, "Good job, my love.” 

You grab onto her arm as she leans over you. You feel a rush of emotion as you return the smile and whisper “thank you” back. Sevika kisses you, making you taste yourself on her tongue. You moan into her mouth; her fingers still trail inside your thigh. "It’s too much Sev." You break away from the kiss, your body trembling from overstimulation. She brings her fingers back to your clit softly circling it. Sevika chuckles lightly, her lips stretched in a smile as she brushes the hair from your face.

"You can take it, Princess, for me." Her words send a wave of heat through your body, and you nod as if it's the only answer you can give at that moment. She presses her lips against yours, parting them ever so slightly, brushing the tip of her tongue against yours. You melt into her touch, feeling her body heat mingling with yours as the kiss lingers and intensifies. You kiss her back with a passionate intensity, your hands traveling to explore the contours of her body. 

You feel your eyes roll back into your head as the pleasure becomes too much, and Sevika laughs lightly at the sight. You drop your hand from her arm using your arm to cover your mouth. You shudder and moan. Sevika gives you just enough pleasure to keep you begging for more. You look up, with glassy eyes, into Sevika's lust-filled ones, and she smiles knowingly at you. “Is it good?” You can barely find the words to answer her, but you manage to nod your head slowly. She smirks, pleased with her work and the effect it has had on you. "Do you wanna cum again?"

You can feel your cheeks flushing as you stammer out a quiet "yes, please”. Sevika nods, telling you it's okay. You quickly lose yourself on her fingers, and the pleasure is almost too much for you to bear. You close your eyes, clinging to her as each wave of pleasure washes over you. Your thighs close around her wrist shaking from overstimulation. Her fingers slow down, finally letting you catch a break, and you finally let out a long sigh, feeling yourself slowly come back to reality. 

Your breathing slows down as you feel Sevika kisses lightly over your face and whisper softly into your ear, "Are you okay?" You nod your head, still trying to catch your breath, as the intensity of the pleasure slowly fades away.

Sevika pulls away from you, sitting back on the couch, looking at you with a satisfied smile. You pull yourself into her lap, tucking your head into her neck. She wraps her arms around you and rests her chin atop your head. "Thank you for the surprise." 

You hum in response. She fixes the straps of your dress, returning the rest of your outfit to normal. She holds you close, keeping a hand on your thigh and stroking it gently. Your arms wrap around her neck, pulling yourself impossibly close to her. You feel safe and secure in her embrace. Sevika looks around the living room, admiring the decorations you spent your precious time on. Sevika whispers, "I love you too." She kisses the top of your head before resting her cheek on your head.

#sevika x you #sevika x reader #arcane sevika #sevika smut #sevika #arcane netflix #arcane smut #arcane x reader #wlw #christmas #holiday season #santa #xmas #holiday smut #arcane #jinx arcane

[smutsmas]

Get into the holiday spirit with our first annual 12 Days of Smutsmas! Open to all fandoms…just make it smutty and fun.

Ao3 Collection: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/Smutsmas_2023

#ao3 stuff #ao3 #holiday smut

[4joonkookie]

Merry Nothing 🎄🚫

I hope you're taking it easy on yourself. Been seeing a lot of dread and misery on social media of people having to drive long distances and be with family they don't want to be around and the pressure of the holidays tanking people’s mental health. Let this be a reminder that we literally make all that holiday shit up and (easier said than done) you can do whatever you want and what’s best for you (or nothing at all!)

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Pairing: JK x Reader -> Chapter 7 of Cigarette Burns

Words: *sigh* another 4K

Chapter Tags: smut, fluff, holiday dread, pining (kind of), truth-telling, reference to f/f, truth or dare, mutual masturbation, o/c is kind of a pimp.

Notes: Fluffy, semi-holiday smut :) If you want pain, read any other chapter. Scroll to part 3 (III. 💜💜💜) to get right to the smut!

Summary: After a few (much-needed) months apart, you and JK reunite for a unique holiday celebration.

I. 💜💜💜

After waking up, you lay in bed scrolling on your phone when a call flashes on the screen.

“Hello?” You answer the phone to Jungkook. It’s early for him to be awake.

“Hey,” he grumbles. 

“You ok?”

“Yeah, I just can’t sleep.”

“All night? What’s on your mind?”

“Just… holidays, you know,” he says. “I'm not in the mood for it all this year. I’m going to my parents later today and I'm awake, literally dreading it.” 

“I’m sorry. I’ve been feeling the same way.”

“At least we don’t have to go to two celebrations this year. Mom’s been hounding me to tell you you’re still invited to ours.”

“Would you feel better about going if I went?” you ask, more of a probing than an offer. 

“No,” he says, confident. “I don’t mean it that way,” he adds after he hears himself. 

You choose not to take offense. “Well, honestly, you dread it every year.”

“I’m over it. The schmoozing, the fake sentiment, the gifts. It's important to my family but,” he trails, heaving a sigh. 

“I know. I told my family I'm staying at home this year. My mom’s letting me out of it out of ‘breakup sympathy’ or something, but I'll be catching shit about it until Labor Day.”

“What was your excuse?”

 “No excuse. I just told the truth. I don’t want to do the same things I've always done that don’t exactly make me happy or that make me feel… dread. I’d rather do nothing or start my own tradition.”

“You can just do that?” he asks, legitimately shocked. 

“I am,” you say. “You’re welcome to join me.” 

He takes a moment to think. “Hiding away from our families? With you?” 

“You don’t have to decide right_”

“I’m in,” he says. 

You smile. Being with Jungkook is the only thing you'd want to stay the same. And you can have it without the pressure of anything or anyone else. 

“Your place?” He asks. 

“Yeah.” Your stomach turns with excitement. Though this opens a can of worms. “Ok,” you say sternly. “Ground Rules.”

He gives an endeared sigh. “Shoot.”

“No gifts.”

“Done,” he replies. “No trees, no ugly sweaters,” he adds. “What will we do?” 

“We can keep the fun stuff. Eat, drink, and be merry.”  

“I’m liking the sound of this.”

“One last thing,” you say, feeling your cheeks warm. “Are we having sex?” 

He chokes out a laugh. “I hadn’t really thought about it since I got the invite,” he says. “Do you want to?”

“Well, we’ve been pretty healthy the past few months, and this could be a big step. Maybe we should talk about what could happen.”

He’s quiet for a while. “Are you afraid that you won’t be able to keep it in your pants?”

“Should I keep it in my pants?” you quip right away. 

“Not if you don't want to,” he says. 

“I’m just saying there’s a reason we’ve only met outside, in public, and sober because the moment we’re alone…”

“You know,” he interrupts. “If you want me to fuck you, you just have to ask. No elaborate ruse is necessary.”

 “I hate you,” you say into the receiver.  

His voice gets lower, softer. More confident. “I’m excited you’re thinking about it. And I know we’ve been super careful and thoughtful and healthy,” he mocks. “Maybe it’s time we get back to doing what’s natural.”

“So, sex, yes?” you try to confirm. “I’m just trying to not spiral. I don’t want to spend all morning anxious about it.”

“So, don’t. Let’s just go where the day takes us.” 

You take a deep breath, reminding yourself you don’t have to run away from this.

“Is it light where you are?” you ask, changing the subject and looking out the window. 

“I’m eight blocks away, so, yes.”

“My new place overlooks the park. The sunrise is pretty. You should see it sometime.”

“Maybe tomorrow morning. What time should I come over today?”

“No set time. Just when you’re ready.”

“I just need a bit to shower and break my mother's heart. What should I bring?”

“Whatever you want. Or nothing.”

Suddenly, a voice echoes from down the hall.

“Are you talking to me?” she says, peeking her head out of the bathroom. 

It’s startling. You almost forgot she was here.

“No, I'm on the phone,” you say to her, pointing to the device at your ear. She nods and closes the bathroom door again. You hold your face in your hands. There’s no way Jungkook didn’t hear her. Something about it just feels like you don’t want to tell him. 

“Who’s that?” Jungkook asks, curiously. 

You spill the truth before your brain comes up with a lie too fast. “I_ went out last night. Brought company home.” And you’re glad he can’t see how red your face is. 

“Wooooooooow,” he chuckles. “So, spill the details. Who is she? What’s her name?”

Your stomach turns at the mention of Jungkook’s probing. It reawakens old feelings and makes you feel possessive about someone you hardly know.

Wait… her name?

“That’s a great question,” you say, playing back the previous night in your mind, frantically searching for when she mentioned it.

“Scoring so many girls you can’t keep their names straight, huh?” he teases.

“I hate you,” you say again.

“Look, don’t let me interrupt you if you have company.”

“She’s leaving. She’s got plans with her family today.”

“Ok,” he says. “I’ll be over in a few hours.”

“See you then. You can let yourself in.”

II. 💜💜💜

You spend some time frantically cleaning. The place is brand new and not messy at all, but you can’t help yourself. The nerves follow you into the shower. 

It’s been a couple of months since the wedding. You and Jungkook have taken careful walks and drank mindful coffees and had a few lengthy, friendly phone calls but not too late. You have keys and have seen each other's places during doggie drop-off, but haven’t been together, alone, inside four walls. 

You both have mostly been spending time alone. Which is good. You can feel how your relationship has adjusted and semi-settled into this new, unknown place. 

But he wouldn’t be coming over if you weren’t having sex, right? You couldn’t possibly not have sex if he stayed the night, right? Is that a good thing? 

You miss him. Ache for him. Lately, you’ve been spending time thinking of your last encounter. How close you were. How you knew you wouldn't have him like this for a while again. Maybe ever. 

Even just a kiss, that feeling of his lips on yours. 

You shut off the water and hear the kitchen faucet running. Excited doggy footsteps on the tile floor. And something smells incredible. Jungkook is already here. 

You spend time in the bedroom to make a difficult wardrobe choice. Simple and understated? Or something that says ‘yes, we’re definitely fucking today’? Or do you just walk out naked?

You opt to dress in something comfortable, take a deep breath, and exit the bedroom.

“Hi,” he says, approaching to hug you. You embrace and he gives you a festive kiss on the lips. 

It makes you feel light. It’s old & comfortable and new & exciting all at once. 

“What smells so good?“ You ask, as Jungkook sets a plate in front of you. “What is this?”

He shrugs. “I made it up,” he says. 

You giggle, taking a bite. Everything he ‘makes up’ is a masterpiece.

“Good?” he asks, on edge. 

“So good,” you reply. 

A kiss and a meal from this man in two minutes and you’re in heaven. He gathers something from his bag and sits down next to you, placing 2 glasses in front. He holds a bottle of champagne and you give him the eye. 

“What? Don’t act like I need to twist your arm to have a glass of champagne. We’re celebrating.”

You zip your lips. He looks curiously at the bottle.

“I probably should’ve brought more, huh?” He says, pouring into the glasses.

You shrug. “There’s two more bottles in the fridge,” you admit. 

“That’s my girl.” He raises his glass. 

“To a Very Merry Nothing,”

You click glasses. “Merry Nothing.”

III. 💜💜💜

Hours pass and you lay on the couch, catching up on a show you used to watch together. 

“I did not see that coming,” he says, eyes locked on the black screen.

“How could you not? It’s so obvious!”

“How is it obvious?” he asks, turning to face you.

Your eyes dart down. “Well…” you begin to admit. “I guess it wasn’t quite so obvious to me the first time I watched it.”

“You finished it? Without me?!”

“We broke up. I can’t believe you didn’t,” raising your arms in defense.

“I couldn’t. I was heartbroken. It reminded me of you.” He playfully points his finger at you. “You’re heartless.”

You roll your eyes. And he strokes your legs where they’re draped in his lap. You take a deep breath and the air changes. Can just feel it. 

“So, what now?” he says, dragging his hands higher up your thigh. 

“Well, we’ve killed two bottles, eaten our way through an entire cheese plate, and finished the last season.”

“I’d like to point out, we’ve been together and drinking and semi-horizontal for several hours now and we’re still fully clothed. Just doing what’s natural.”

“You’re right,” you say. 

“We’ve made more progress than you give us credit for,” he adds, scolding.

“You’re right,” you repeat.

“Truth or Dare?” He asks.

“Oh ok,” you scoff, knowing the idea could nose-dive you right into a mess. 

“Come on! Good, clean, fun. It’s festive. And it doesn’t have to be sexual…all the time. Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” you answer.

He thinks for a while. “What did you do with my black sweater?”

You remember the monochrome that used to be your shared closet. “I’m going to need you to narrow that down,” you laugh. 

“The one with the felt stripes. It was kind of old,” he describes. 

“Oh,” you say in realization. “I threw it out.”

“What?”

“It was just sitting in the closet. You never took it. It was hideous anyway.”

“I can’t believe you,” he remarks. “Heartless.”

“You asked.” raising your eyebrows. “Truth or Dare?”

“Truth,” he opts.

“What did you do with the ring?” He’s quiet for a while and it’s good to know where the nerve strikes. “It’s ok, whatever you did, I'm just curious. Even if you sold it, I wouldn’t call you ‘heartless’ or anything.”

“I still have it,” he nods. “I’m not quite ready to let go of it yet and… that’s all I'm willing to say about it.”

“Ok,” you nod. 

“And you’re not ‘heartless,” he says, combing hair behind your ear. I like this nothing-but-honest-confidence thing. It’s sexy.” He smiles. “Truth or Dare?” he asks.

“Truth.”

“Do you still talk to Taehyung?” 

“Right now, no.” You sigh. “But I'd like to. I… really hurt him and put him in a shitty spot. He was destined to be the roadkill on the you & me highway and I just let it happen. I want to apologize to him. I just know right now, it would be a selfish gesture.”

He nods. “Will you tell me when you’re going to talk to him again?”

“Yes,” you say. “How does that make you feel? That I might talk to him again.”

“I hate it. But I understand,” he soothes. He pats your thighs with his hands. “Ok, something fun now.”

“Truth or Dare?” You ask.

“Dare,” he picks. 

“Take off your shirt,” you say. And he does quickly. excited. 

“Truth or Dare?” he asks, eager.

“Truth,” you say, teasing.

He sticks his tongue out at you. “How long have you been thinking about us having sex?”

You scoff. “Dare,”

“Oh, come on.”

“I said dare.” You shrug.

 He sits back, smug. “Ok. Just this once you can switch.” A mischievous grin crawls across his face. “Show me what you have underneath your clothes.”

“What?!”

“Or you could tell the truth.”

And he knows he’ll find the same truth behind both doors. You could jump him now, and make it clear where your mind was. Or, you could show him your expertly paired bra & panties that will illustrate the same fact.

You stand and lift your sweatshirt over your head, toss it over his face. He removes it with a goofy smile, eyes taking you in. 

“I knew it,” he smiles. You approach him, standing in front of where he sits on the couch. He looks up at you, taking you in. 

He slides his fingers under the straps of your panties. Over your ass, feeling his breath at your hips. 

“You got all dressed up just for me?” He whispers. 

“Well, I had to be prepared,” you say, running fingers through his hair. 

“You could’ve been naked,” he remarks, his bright doe eyes looking up at you. 

 “I considered that,” you say honestly. “Truth or Dare?” you ask. 

“Dare, please.” he says, gripping your ass. 

You hand your glass to him. “Pour me another without spilling?”

 “Will you go wait on the bed?” he says, low and soft. 

 You nod. He stands and walks to the kitchen and you’re glad to have a moment. He doesn’t take his eyes off you as you meander to the bedroom. 

He returns, placing the glass on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to you. 

You both face each other, propped on your elbows on the bed.

“Truth or Dare,” he says. 

“Truth,” you reply, frustrating him.

“Are you dating?”

“No,” you reply. 

“Women?”

“I’m having fun with women,”you say, eyes darting down. 

“Having sex with women?”

“Yes,” you say, feeling your defenses come up again.

“Any fun stories?”

“None that I'm willing to share.”

He nods. “Can I ask why?"

“I'm not comfortable sharing anything about a woman with you. I won’t lie about it… but it will be a while before I want to tell you everything.”

He nods in realization. “Fair enough. Can I ask again another time?”

“Of course,” you say. “What about you? Have you been dating?” you ask. 

“One more thing,” he interrupts, holding up his finger. “Men?”

“Is that important to you?”

“Yeah, that's why I asked,” he says. 

“No men,” you offer.

You roll your eyes at the way he’s been holding his breath, waiting for this answer. 

“Sorry, that was a sigh of relief you just heard.” You stay quiet. “Don’t give me that look. I hate the idea of you having sex with other men. Sue me.”

“What about you? Having sex with anyone? Women? Men?”

“Yeah, allow me to introduce you,” he says, holding out his hand. 

You laugh. “Nothin, huh?”

“Not that I've tried.”

“Why not?” you ask. 

“I figure it’s for the best for a while. I was spending some time… burying my emotions in sex. With you and… others.”

“How many others?”

“Is that important to you?”

“Yes, that’s why I asked,” you mimic.

“You… Her,” he mentions under his breath. “and a couple more indiscretions after the wedding.”

You nod, accepting the truth. 

He laughs. “I must say, I feel like a real loser now.”

“Why?”

“This whole setup was a lot sexier when I thought you were as desperate as me.”

“Who says I'm not?”

“You just busted last night. "

“Says who?”

“What, no-name didn't get you off?”

“No. It's not always about that. I got her off and I like that.”

“I like these details,” he says, raising his eyebrows. “Did she even try?”

You give him a little shove. “Yes, shut up, it’s hard. You've had years of research and practice.”

He chuckles, getting closer. “Well, is there anything you miss? Do you ever think of me? Miss how we did it?”

“Of course,” you say, and his eyes beg for you to go on. “Let’s just say there is an itch that only you can scratch.”

“Have you ever had a date with your hand thinking of me?” he laces your fingers together, kissing the palm of your hand. 

“Yes,” you say. “My hands and a few other choice tools.”

“How often?”

“Often enough,” you quip. 

“Truth or Dare?” he asks. 

“Dare,” you say, indulging him. “Wait, it’s my turn_”

 “Show me what you do,” he ignores, focused on his mission. “Touch yourself.” His breath has quickened.

 Your tummy turns, filled with butterflies. “Why would I do that when you’re right here?”

“Baby, I promise I'm gonna fuck you until that pretty sunrise comes through that window, but we’re trying something new, right?”

“Ok.” You pause, sitting up and taking a shaky breath, unsure what to do. 

“Look who’s suddenly shy,” he coos. “Come here.” He pulls your body toward him so your back is pressed to his chest. His back is propped on pillows and he can reach around you from behind. He kisses your neck, down over your shoulders and you feel yourself start to sink in.

You cover his hands with yours and guide him to touch. He feels over your skin, dragging between your thighs, and grazing over the fabric of your panties.

His light touches gain more pressure and you watch his fingertips press into your skin. He glides hands up and gropes your breasts, taking a deep breath and humming as he exhales. 

 He’s no longer under your guidance, but you don’t mind. You rest your hands on his legs as he touches you. 

His hands slip under the bust of your bra, filling his hands with you, fabric pulling taut. When he pulls them out, he lowers the straps and unhooks the bra.

One more squeeze of your breasts and he moves down between your legs. You take control of his hands again and press them there, rolling your hips against him. 

 “Like this?” he says, pressing down harder. 

“Hmm_” you hum. He brings his hand to your panties and pulls them to the side, eliciting a little gasp.

“Don’t rip them,” you scold, remembering your time in the closet.

 “Take them off,” he instructs. You do, sliding the lacy fabric over your thighs and around your ankles. 

He parts your knees, leaving you lewdly spread in his lap.

 “So pretty.” He gathers from where you’re wet and drags fingers around your lips, avoiding your clit, leaving it cold and aching. He surprises you with his middle finger sinking inside, holding you in the palm of his hand. 

You try to get control again, grabbing his other hand, wanting to bring it where you need it most. 

“Uh-uh,” he says, over the ruse and wanting to be in control. 

“You said I should show you,” you say, breathless.

“I changed my mind,” he protests. 

His two fingers pushed up inside pull out and drag up with pressure out of your entrance and over your clit, then back down the same path before sinking them deep inside again. Again and again he does this, feeling the deepest part inside you and rubbing over your sensitive clit, until your knees are buckling again.

 He uses his free hand to open them more forcefully, keeping you exposed.

 Now, just the pads of two fingers brushing over you, not too fast or slow, just the right speed to be squirming beneath him as he whispers filthy praises in your ear.

Can feel his cock pressing into your back as he rolls his hips into you. 

You turn over, one step from mounting him, eager to get his cock inside before he halts your hips.

“More of this,” he says, fingers still working on you. You move a little closer, straddling his thigh. 

You reach down to pull his cock from his sweatpants, grazing fingertips over his cock. At least, what you can reach from this height. He jolts at the gentle touch, using his free hand to grip your hip.

You moan at the way his skillful fingers move on you. You lower yourself onto the bare skin of his thigh so you can properly grasp him and relax your body. He groans at the first full stroke of his cock.

You reach to the bedside table for a bottle of lube and pour drops over his shaft. You spread yourself over his thigh as you stroke him, finding your hips beginning to roll. He wastes no time and snatches the bottle to pour over the estate you’ve claimed on his leg, making everything that much more slippery. 

Your eyes roll back from the friction his warm, muscular thigh provides. It covers, rubs, and presses against every centimeter of your pussy. 

“I can’t believe we haven’t done this before,” you manage through shaky breaths. 

You keep your strokes even and strong, pushing down on his balls and letting his tip drag through your fingertips, hand gliding over him. His head falls backward. 

“Stop,” he moans, removing your hand from his cock. He exhales, so close already. His tip is dripping. Leaking and red. So hot to see him this way, hungry and eager. “Why is your hand so much better than mine?” He pants, letting go of your wrists. He pulls your arms over his shoulders.

He takes a break, placing both hands on your hips and watching you. You grind on his leg, sliding back and forth on his smooth skin.

“Does that feel so good?” he taunts.

You can only nod and grind your hips faster. He flexes his leg, pushing up, and the pressure builds in your belly. 

Mischievous laugh. “Are you gonna come for me, baby? Just like this?” He taunts, slowly palming himself again. It’s sexy. You’ve hardly ever seen him touch himself like this with eyes locked on you. The images he gives fuel you.

You match your hips with his stroke, drag your lips between your teeth and let it wash over you, moaning as it pulses through you. He gives your ass a spank when you come.

You dismount him with shaky legs and he lays you flat on your back, still palming himself at the sight of you. You take over again, twisting and turning your wrist over him, loving having control of him like this. 

He reaches between your legs and fingers, still giving your oversensitive pussy attention. The stroking is lewd. Lubed and wet. His eyes are glued to your hand, enjoying himself. 

“Baby_” he moans. “Baby, I’m gonna come, fuck,” and his fingers go still inside you.

White ropes of cum spill over your tits and tummy again and again as you stroke and wring him dry. He pants and spreads the cum with his fingers, painting your chest and swirling it over your nipples. He presses his fingers to your lips and groans as you suck them clean. 

He lies next to you and kisses you, grabbing some clothing nearby to wipe you up. 

He lays his head on your chest. “Missed you,” he says, one more gentle peck. 

“Missed you,” you reply. 

He spoons behind you as you both come down, looking out the window. 

“Of all the things I thought we might do today… this was not on the list. We hardly got your pants off,” you joke.

“Well, we have plenty of time before sunrise.”                  

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anthony Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Characters: Anthony Bridgerton, Penelope Featherington, Francesca Bridgerton, Michael Stirling, Benedict Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Simon Basset, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Agatha Danbury Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Desk Sex, Office Sex, Christmas Smut, Humor, Bridgertons Being Bridgertons, Vibrators, Use of Vibrator While Having Sex, Slight Accidental Voyeurism as the Poor Bridgerton Siblings Can Hear Some Things But Not See, Slight Exhibitionism As Penthony Can Be Slightly Heard But Not Seen, Anthony Bridgerton Being an Idiot, Confident Penelope Featherington Summary:

At the pub, Anthony bet his siblings that he could resist feeling up his wife for one whole night, despite her best efforts. He could!

Then comes the holiday office party...

Day 7 of Penelope’s 12 Days of Christmas is LIVE!

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Goldeneye - Chapter 7

A night to remember

After you have both has a shower and made yourselves presentable for the day, you decide to take a walk on the beach. The weather is perfect, not too hot so you don’t get burnt, but just warm enough to enjoy. Hand in hand you stroll along the deserted beach, looking out over the water and watching the waves crash. The ocean has always fascinated you. Makes you feel very small when you see the expanse in front of you. Miles pulls you down to sit in front of him. Legs around you as he pulls you into his chest. He intertwines his fingers with yours and rests them in the cool sand. You sit in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the noise of the surf as well as each other. The steady breathing of Miles behind you almost sets you to sleep. After a time, you feel Miles take a larger breath than normal. He tightens his fingers and from behind you hear, “Darling, can we talk about something”. You immediately freeze, thinking the worse. You always do. Miles feels you stiffen and knows he started that sentence the wrong way. “No darling, nothing bad, I just want to have a conversation with you about how you are feeling with everything that we are doing in the bedroom department”. You half turn to him so you can see his face, “What do you mean? Have I done something wrong?”. 

Taking your hands to his mouth, Miles kisses both knuckles. “You haven’t done anything wrong. Quite the opposite actually. You have been doing everything right.” You stare at him and start to blush slightly, remembering what you have done since you arrived here. 

“I want to talk to you about how far you have come. I know that you are very shy and reserved when it comes to sex” and right on cue you turn an even darker shade of red. “Case in point”, Miles chuckled. “But seriously, I wanted to talk to you about what you have been able to achieve. I am so proud of you. I know you don’t have confidence in yourself when it comes to sexual experiences, but you have come so far. The things you have let me do to you, and what you have done to me”, it’s now Miles’s turn to blush, “have been out of this world. To think what the two of us have done, and how many times we have pleasured each other, I couldn’t think of a more perfect person to share all these experiences with”. You turn fully to Miles, with tears in your eyes. “Thank you for saying those words. I know that it has been hard for you to only do what I am comfortable with, but I have seen myself grow over this time as well. I can tell you for sure I would never have dipped a strawberry in someone’s cum before I met you”. Miles just stares open mouthed at you. “Seriously? How can you be so shy about sex and then something like that comes out of your mouth. You really are going to be the death of me”. 

You play with his hands again in the sand, and he can see that you are thinking about something. Considering the conversation topic, Miles can tell that you want to talk about your intimacy, or even ask something, but you don’t have the confidence to do it. “Hey, how about we go back to the villa and watch a movie? Just relax for a while?”. You nod as Miles helps you up off the sand. Walking back to the villa, Miles can see you still have something on your mind, but he isn’t going to push you. You will talk when you are ready.

Getting back to the villa, Miles goes into the kitchen to get some drinks while you set up the tv with netflix. “What have you decided”, Miles asks, coming back to the couch. He can see that the TV isn’t on. With a look of confusion, Miles sits on the couch next to you. He doesn’t say anything, but he just waits. He knows that you are going to talk about something very hard for you to discuss, so he waits for you to start. “So, you know how you said that you were proud of how far I had come”, you start while shifting yourself on the couch to look Miles straight in the eyes. He nods, urging you to continue. “Well, I want to do something for you. Something that you have always wanted to do. I was thinking of our list, and I want to cross something else off it, but I need you to talk me through it first”. With those comments, Miles takes your hand, “Anything you want. You know that this is never just about me. I need you to want to do any of this as well”. You nod with understanding, loving that Miles would never pressure you into doing anything you weren’t comfortable with. “I want you to overstimulate me”, you rush out. Cheeks bright red. “I just don’t know exactly what that means”, you say, softer, not being able to look at Miles. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. When he made the list with you, he didn’t even think to ask if anything needs explaining. With another kiss to your knuckles, Miles smiles softly at you. “Well, I was thinking something along the lines of what we did in the shower, making you cum more than just once.” You slowly nod, while watching Miles go red. “What is it”, you ask. You know there is more running around in his head. 

“Well, what I would really like to do it make you cum so many times your voice is hoarse and you can’t remember your name - only mine. Maybe even make you pass out with pleasure. In other words, fuck you silly”. A look of shock crosses your face when you hear these words. You start to back away as wild scenarios flash across your mind. Miles can see that you are getting inside your head, so he pulls you into his lap and holds you tight. He knows this calms you. When he can see your breathing return to normal, Miles starts talking with a very hushed voice. “It was just one option baby. I would never do anything you didn’t want to do. And to be honest”, you see Miles rub his hand across the back of his neck, “I don’t even know if it’s possible to pass out from too many orgasms”. This comment makes you giggle, and Miles knows he hasn’t scared you off. He was worried you would go running for the hills once he told you what he wanted to do to you. Feeling as though you are still open to the concept, Miles continues. “Is that something you would like me to do to you?” You roll your eyes at him and nod. “Yes Miles, that is definitely something I would like from you.” Miles shakes his head slightly, loving this confidence that comes out of you every now and again. “Right, well, when would you like to try, no pressure at all?” Miles wants you to instigate this, as it needs to be on your terms. “Would tonight be OK?”, you ask a little timidly. Miles didn’t think you would want to try so quickly. “I don’t know if I feel comfortable doing something like that while the sun is still in the sky”. At this Miles lets out a real belly laugh. “That’s fine darling, whatever you are comfortable with. Day or Night, this is going to be the best experience I have ever had”. At that, he pulls you into him and gives you a gentle kiss. One that shows all the passion and proudness that he has in you. “Oh, one more thing”, you say pulling back from him, “I only want a light meal. I know that I am going to need some energy, but I don’t want to feel full”. Without batting an eyelid, Miles responds - “Darling, it won’t be the food that makes your feel full tonight, that’s my responsibility”. You roll your eyes again as a shit eater grin appears on his face. To be honest, you probably should have seen that coming. 

For the rest of the day, Miles is very attentive, afraid that you might be hiding your true feelings and feeling overwhelmed by what you have agreed to do. Over and over you assure him that you aren’t feeling pressured and you aren’t going to change your mind. The more you think about it, the more excited you get. You tell Miles your feelings and he smiles shyly at you. “I better live up to your expectations then, shouldn’t I?”. You don’t want him to feel any pressure for tonight as well. This is something that you have both agreed on, and there shouldn’t be any performance anxiety from either party. Miles has a light dinner sent across to the villa. You definitely don’t want to leave to go to one of the restaurants, so Miles organises them to come to you. He requests a table to be set up in the courtyard, the setting sun drawing shadows across the grass. It is exactly how you pictured. A light chicken dish with a fresh salad and sparkling water to wash it down. You both agreed to have clear heads for this, so you skipped the alcohol. Miles was happy to take your lead on this one, after all, you were ultimately in charge of this whole night. After dinner you sat out in the garden for a little while longer, watching the sky get darker and the stars appear. Peaceful silence falls over you. Both contemplating what is about to unfold. Miles is running through a checklist in his head, and so are you, but a very different checklist. Have you shaved your legs? What should I wear? How should I have my hair? All these things are running through your mind. Miles’s list is a little different. Do I have everything I need? What if I don’t meet her expectations? What if she doesn’t like it? It’s surprising that you are both having the same doubts, just thinking about it in different ways. Miles hears a sigh fall from your lips, and he looks over to you. He can see the worry line in the middle of your brow. A telltale sign you are overthinking. Without a seconds hesitation, Miles stands and pulls your chair out from the table. Kneeling in front of you, he takes his finger and gently runs it over the line, waiting for it to disappear. “What is going on in that pretty head of yours, hmm?” Miles says, continuing the same motion with his finger. You relay the checklist to him, counting on your fingers the points. The further down the list you go, the wider a smile emerges from Miles. “Darling, look at me. There is no right or wrong about this. First, I saw you shaving your legs yesterday, so that is one thing you don’t have to worry about. Second, leave your hair out, you look so beautiful when it fans out on the pillow, plus, I love taking hold of it”. He blushes slightly and dips his chin. “Last but not least, it doesn’t matter what you wear, cause it’s not going to last long. So best to be in nothing”. You look straight into his beautiful eyes, seeing that he means every word. You are his whole world tonight, and he just wants you to be comfortable. “Alright, thanks for calming me down. I swear I want to do this, I am just getting into my head a little. I’m nervous. What if I don’t do it right?” 

“Oh darling, I am thinking the exact same thing”. You scoff at him but realise that he is being serious. “How are you thinking that? You have so much more experience than me, you can do anything to anyone”. 

“Baby, I have never done something like this”, Miles states seriously, taking your hand and placing it over his heart. “Can you feel it? It feels like it is about to explore with how nervous I am to make this good for you. It doesn’t matter what experience I have, it means nothing if it doesn’t make you feel good. That is the only goal I have tonight. Make you feel like you are the most loved person on the planet”. You already know that you are, but Miles is trying to convey how he wants tonight do go. “Alright Bub, let’s take this inside”. 

You walk hand in hand through the villa and into the bedroom. Miles has set everything up. The lights are low, but not too low that you can’t see. Miles needs to see your face at all times tonight. That is the only way he is going to be able to make sure you are OK. The bed has been pulled down to ensure that the sheets don’t get in the way. Miles leads you over through the room and you both sit on the bed. “How do we start this?”, you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. “Well, I think a kiss would be in order”, Miles states as he leans in towards you and kisses you deeply. “Now, go get changed and I will get everything ready here”. Miles gently pushes you towards the bathroom as he gets the supplies ready. “Remember, best to start with nothing”. You nod as you walk into the bathroom. Taking a deep breath, you start to remove your clothes to freshen up. Looking at yourself, you are pleased with what you see. Breasts full and waiting to be touched. Nipples pebbled with excitement. Flat stomach and your bare mound. You are really happy that you did that, as the sensation is unbelievable and you can’t wait for Miles to touch you. Giving yourself a quick wipe over, you nod to yourself one more time and come out. Miles looks up when he hears movement and stops in his tracks. There you are, stark naked, standing in the doorway. Every curve exposed. This is definitely one of those times he can’t believe you are his. He smiles warmly at you and raises his hand to you. You take it and he kisses your knuckles, a loving gesture. Leading you over to the bed, you can see that he has prepared himself as well. There are two bathrobe ties at the end of the bed, and a silk tie lying on the bed. Your eyes widen and Miles sees the apprehension. “If it’s OK with you, I would like to tie you up, just so you didn’t hurt yourself, or try and close those legs of yours” he adds smirking, “would that be OK?” You weren’t prepared to be tied up, but the more you thought about it, the more turned on you were. Being helpless and not able to move seemed to trigger something inside you. “Yes, that’s OK”, you whisper back to Miles, breath starting to pick up. Without saying anything, Miles brings you to sit at the end of the bed. He kneels in front of you and runs his hand from your knee to your ankle. Taking hold of your leg wrapping his fingers around your ankle, he stretches it out to the left. He gets one of the bathrobe ties and wraps it around your ankle and the bedpost. You watch him intently as he ties the knot and gives it a little tug for strength. Happy with the result, he runs his hand up your tied leg, ghosts over your mound, and repeats the motion to your right leg. Finishing up on the second tie, Miles walks back to the middle of the bed. You are spread eagle on the bed, open and ready to be taken. His breath inhales as he watches your bare lips glisten. He can see your pussy’s flushed and dripping with desire. He licks his lips in anticipation. Wandering his eyes up your body, his meets yours. There is no fear evident, just pure lust, from both sides. Miles gives you a loving smile as he crawls up over your body. Shifting you up the bed as he goes, he ensures your legs are out straight, but not too taut to inflict any pain. “How are you going darling, nothing digging in or anything?” You wiggle your toes and smile at Miles. “So far so good”. Miles pulls your hands in front of you. Taking them in one hand, he grabs the silk tie next to your head. Wrapping it around a few times, he ties it around your wrists. You give a little tug to see the movement you can do, but there isn’t much. Now, with a final look into your eyes, Miles pulls your arms over your head and ties the end onto the middle of the bedhead. Low near the pillows so you weren’t stretched high. 

Now you are completely immobile, Miles leans back on his knees to look at his handy work. You are stretched out taut, hands above your head. Hair splayed out on the pillow, breath coming quickly. Miles reaches out and cups your cheek, your eyes close at the sensation. He rubs his thumb over your lips and pulls away. Inspecting you, he roams his eyes further down. Breasts full and on display, Miles takes a nipple in his mouth. You moan and try to arch further into his touch. With a pop, he releases your tit and continues his inspection. He places both his hands on your waist as he shuffles off the bed. Standing at the foot, he takes a moment to really look at you. Your eyes are blown with lust and your breathing is harsh and shallow. You look at him with so much love and lust. He knows that you are ready. “Before I start anything, I need to tell you some rules”. You nod your head, letting him know he can continue. “First, you must use your words, darling. I need to know how you are feeling, and if I am doing something that you aren’t comfortable with. Just say the word and I will stop everything”. You nod again, sure of that fact that Miles would stop in an instant if you asked. “Second, we are going to have a safe word. Something that will tell me you need to stop. I have a feeling you are going to say stop to me a few times tonight but you really won’t want me to, so we need something that you would not normally say”. You look at him - you can see that he is serious about this conversation and is making everything quite formal with you. “OK - something I wouldn’t say, what about Spectre, keeping with the Bond theme”. Miles smiles to himself. Glad that you are able to make light of the situation. You are the one tied to the bed after all. “Spectre it is. Remember, if anything becomes too much, say your safe word and I will stop everything. I mean it. It may not look like it, but you are in control here. Everything I do will be dictated by you. You always have the power over me”. With your precautions in place, Miles takes a deep breath. “Ready to have some fun?” You take a breath to match his, “Ruin me Miles”. 

With those last words, Miles drops to his knees, directly in line with your pussy. He licks his lips as he gives you a final look. Keeping eye contact with you, he moves slowly to you. Placing a large hand on each hip, he licks you from your hole to clit with a flat tongue. “Miles, yes” you pant, happy to finally feel him on you. “Music to my ears”, you hear Miles say as he pulls away from you. You whimper in need, but Miles has other plans. He gives your clit one tiny kiss before replacing his lips with his finger. His calloused fingers rub over your sensitive clit and you squeak in surprise. Miles can see how wet you are, so you don’t need any lubrication. He rubs his finger, over and over, spreading your juices around your exposed lips. The build up for tonight has you close to your edge earlier than usual. Without warning, Miles pushes two of his fingers inside you. Immediately he finds your spongy spot and taps. Your eyes roll back in your head at the immense pleasure. “Miles, fuck, don’t stop”. 

“I’ve only just begun, don’t worry, I’m not stopping anytime soon”. Miles places his hand on your lower stomach and pushes slightly. With his fingers inside you pushing up, and his hand on your stomach pushing down, the pressure causes you to cum unexpectedly. You stutter out sounds as Miles feels you pulse around his fingers. You body goes rigid for a second and relaxes. “Hmmm, that was amazing. Sorry it was so quick”, you softly say. Miles looks up at you, your face turned red with embarrassment. “Baby, that is only one of many. You can cum as many times as you like. In fact, I want to do that over and over. It feels so fucking good when you squeeze my fingers. It feels like a vice, I can’t wait to get my rock hard cock deep inside you”. You giggle at Miles, it isn’t often that he speaks like that, but you love it when he gets a bit vulgar. “hmm, I think I want a taste now”, Miles says as he dives back in. You are always sensitive after an orgasm, and Miles knows it. He immediately runs his lips up each side of your pussy, loving the feeling of you being bare and spread open for him. The sensitivity is growing as your try and shift your legs, but it’s no use. You are spread open for him and at his mercy. “Miles, please”, you don’t know what you are pleading for, more or less, but you need something. Miles goes back to your clit and starts sucking, hard. The breath leaves you as you arch from the bed. “FUCK”. The pleasure that Miles is giving you is making it hard to think. 

“Going OK up there darling?” All you can do is moan as he pulls away from you. Looking at your blown pupils and the slight sheen of sweat covering your chest, Miles knows you are feeling good. Returning to his favourite place in the world, he starts to really eat you out. He grazes his teeth over your clit and gently bites your lips. Your previous orgasm has made you so wet and Miles enjoys the feeling of it all over his chin. Remembering your love of his new facial hair, he brings his head up and rubs over you. As your legs are spread open, you are on full display for him. The sounds coming from your would put a porn star to shame. “Miles”, you stutter, “Fuck that feels so good”. He smiles at you and resumes his work. Knowing how he wants you to cum next, he doubles his efforts on your clit. Drawing it into his mouth, he can feel it engorge as he sucks. He alternates between sucking and flicking your nub with his tongue. You can feel yourself starting to reach another peak. Miles can too. You are dripping onto the sheets and Miles can feel your legs and stomach start to stiffen. “I’m cumming Miles, fuck, I’m cumming” At that, Miles feels you release. Stronger than your first orgasm, you feel your pussy contracting around nothing. Miles continues to kitten lick at you to bring you down. Feeling your hole begging for something to be in it again. 

You are more sensitive than ever before. Without giving you time to recover, Miles has crawled up on to the bed. You can see his cock, angry red and dripping with precum, waiting to be sheathed in you. He tugs himself once and groans at the feeling. He sits on his knees, resting back on his feet, arranging himself slightly under your spread legs, pulling you up his thighs so your hips are off the bed. “Fuck I have been waiting to do this all night”, you hear Miles through your haze as he spears himself into your waiting pussy. One steady push to the hilt and he is in you. He grips your hips and throws his head back in pleasure. You are dripping wet, he has never felt you so wet. You are still having mini aftershocks, so you are contracting around his cock. Seated in warmth, Miles is home. “Darling, fuck I can’t put words together”. Miles gently rubs his thumbs along your hip bones. He shifts slightly and you scream. He stills immediately, but he can feel you pulse around him. “Sweetheart, did you just cum?”. 

“Fuck, your pubic hair just rubbed along my clit and, Jesus Miles”. He lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “I thought I had hurt you. I’m sorry, are you OK?” 

“Just give me a second”. Miles continues to rub his thumbs over your hips, waiting for you to give him the OK to continue. Looking at his face, you nod, giving Miles permission to continue. “Remember, say the word if it gets too much”. 

“I really want to do this for you. Plus, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go, would it. Death by excessive cumming”. Miles growls at you and pulls slowly out of you, leaving his head just within you. He slowly pushes into you again, your eyes rolling back in your head with the pressure he is putting on your pussy. You can feel every ridge and vein on his cock. Thick and heavy, it always fits you perfectly, even though he is the largest you have ever seen. He pulls out one more time and holds your pussy lips open to watch himself penetrate you. “Fuck that is the best sight in the world” he stutters, trying to hold himself back. He has stamina, and he doesn’t want this night to be over anytime soon, which means he can’t cum yet. He sets a punishing pace, sliding you up his thighs, smirking when his pubic bone and hair rub against your clit. You start to thrash against your bindings as he pushes deeper inside you. You try and close your legs to gain some leverage, but there is nothing to be done. The only thing you can do it open and close your fists as the feeling of exploding becomes stronger.

“Miles, I can’t, it’s too much”, you shake your head from side to side. “I’ll be the judge of that darling.” Miles can tell that you are still within your limits and is happy to continue bringing you ultimate pleasure. You are just experiencing so much pleasure at once. Grabbing your hips, he continues to slide you up and down his thighs, he can feel your juices flowing out of you. His pubic hair matted with your essence. “Come on darling, give me a big one”, Miles grunts as he continues his rhythm of pushing in and pulling out. You make another noise, somewhere between pleasure and pain and let go. “There you go darling, that was a good one”, Miles coos at you, watching you twitch as you regain your breathing. He pulls out of you and you see he is rock hard, harder than you have ever seen before. “Miles”, you croak, throat dry, “you didn’t”. Miles looks down at himself and smiles as he starts to untie your left leg then your right. “This time darling, fuck, this time it’s all yours”. You tilt your head at him, not understanding his words. Without warning, Miles flips you onto your stomach and pulls you to your knees. 

He has thought ahead, ensuring your hands were tied in a way that could make this manoeuvre possible. Running his hands over your exposed arse and opening your cheeks, he slams into your pussy. Screaming out in pleasure, Miles stills again to make sure you are ready to accommodate him. “More”, you whimper, as Miles takes hold of your hip with one hand. You know bruises are going to form, but you don’t care. All you want is more. With the other he winds your hair around his fist and pulls you back towards him Miles looks down at you, arse in the air, back arched from the position and can’t think of anywhere else he would want to be. He takes control of the tempo, a little slower than usual, but with more force. He is methodical in his process. In and out, feeling you squeezing around him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck”, you hear Miles pant with every thrust. “This time darling, fuck” you can’t say a word, just small noises escaping you with every movement of Miles. You can feel him start to falter, his thrusts becoming erratic. To ensure you are with him, like he always does, Miles lets go of your hair and pushes down on your back, shifting your hips down and opening you up further for him. He snakes a hand around you to find your clit and starts to rub in small circles. Your arms give out as you fall to the bed, taking Miles’s cock over and over. With one last grunt and hard push from Miles, you both cum. Hard. 

Your ears are ringing as you feel Miles’s cum fill you. Hot spurts coat your channel as he releases a noise of sheer relief as he empties inside you. You collapse further onto the bed, unable to move, as you feel Miles’ cock slip from your pussy. You let out a slight noise of discomfort as Miles falls from you, but only because you miss being full. Miles is panting, trying to regain his breath as he slowly crawls up the bed to release your hands from their bindings. He gently rolls you over onto your back, so he can see you properly. He gently rubs the red marks that have formed from your thrashing. “Fuck, that was the best thing I have ever felt. God you cum hard. I swear it feels like you are going to snap my cock straight off”. You giggle and then make a face. The pressure from laughing has caused a trickle of Miles’s cum to leak from you. You shift slightly and Miles looks down to see his seed slowly seeping out of your swollen lips. His eyes grow dark again as he comes up with a plan of what he is going to do next. 

He leans over you and kisses you deeply. Realising that he hasn’t kissed you much during your sexcapade. Deepening his kiss and gently running his tongue over your bottom lip, you give him permission as he moulds his tongue with yours. As he is doing this, he snakes his hand down your body, feeling the sweat that has formed. Stopping at your breast, he squeezed it and pulls on your nipple. You moan into his mouth as your body betrays you with the pleasure you are feeling. Further south his hand travels until he lands upon your mound. Smooth and wet from your orgasms. Miles ends the kiss and looks directly into your eyes. With one hand he holds your head “You are the most perfect person I have ever met. You know that don’t you? There is no one I would want to experience this with”. As Miles finishes his sentence, he slides two fingers into you. Your eyes widen as you stare at him. Cooing you, he runs his hand through your hair but continues to enter you. He can feel his cum around his fingers, mixed with your own climax. There is something primal about that. He wants to push his cum further inside you. He doesn’t want it to escape. He did say he was going to make you feel full.

With this thought, he pushes his fingers deep inside you. Pushing his cum back up into you. The noises are purely pornographic, but it turns you on even more. Miles places his palm over your clit as he pushes his fingers further inside you. You can hear squelching coming from between your legs, but don’t have the energy to be embarrassed. The noises turn Miles on even further and he starts to rub against your clit as well as within you. You are too sensitive for the intimate connection and you grab Miles’s wrist to try and stop him. “Stop Miles, it’s too much”. It doesn’t do anything but spur him on. He wants this climax to be a quick one, as he can see you are losing focus and energy. “Look at me darling”, Miles says, running his hand along your cheek. “You are such a good girl, I love you so much”. Looking directly in his eyes, your mouth forms an O, and Miles knows that he is ripping another orgasm from deep within you. This one is silent. Tears form in your eyes at the sheer force of it. You release your hold on Miles’s wrist as you lay limp on the bed. You can feel a sea dripping out of you, leaving a wet patch on the bed. 

Your eyes are glassy as Miles continues to run his fingers through your hair. He leans over to the bedside table and grabs a bottle of Gatorade. He brings it to your mouth, giving you small sips. “You still with me darling?” “hmm, yep, still here”. You look down at yourself - you are covered in a sheen of sweat and you are pretty sure you have cum all over your thighs. Looking over at Miles, he is in a similar situation. His hair is stuck to his forehead and you can see little beads of sweat running down his chest. Further down, you can see his cock, again standing proud and ready for action. You look back at his face and roll your eyes. “How, just how” you mutter as Miles rolls over you again, nestling himself in between your legs. “It’s all you darling. I can do this all night, and I plan on it”. You groan as you feel Miles roll his hips into you. Even though you are pretty much spent, as soon as Miles’ cock is near your entrance, you start to feel your arousal leak out of you. “Again, take me again. And ruin me this time”. You want Miles to unleash on you. You want him to really take you, pound you, ruin you. “I won’t break Miles, please, I can take everything you want to give me.” Miles groans at your words. “Alright, I’ll take you, but please tell me if I’m being too hard. I couldn’t stand hurting you”. 

“Miles, eventually I will be pushing a baby out of here”, for effect you roll your hips into him, “I’m sure I can take a pounding from your cock”. With that being said, Miles can’t wait to send you to heaven. He takes hold of your hands and entwines his fingers, pushing them into the bed on either side of your head. Miles was so hard he didn’t need any help in entering you. He rubbed his cock along your folds a couple of times, gathering your juices and teasing your entrance. Looking into your eyes to watch, he pierces you, hard and to the hilt. You roll your eyes in pleasure and return them to Miles. You shift your hips wider to accommodate his hard thrust. With a nod to let him know you are ready, Miles retreats and enters you again, harder this time. He actually shifts you up the bed slightly with the force. With every thrust, you can feel the air escape your lungs. “Hold on darling, now comes the fun part”. With those words Miles lets go of your hands and brings them down to your knees. 

Almost effortlessly, Miles positions both of your legs over his shoulders. He leans back down to kiss you, and you are practically bent in half. This position feels incredible. Miles looks down at you as he starts to pound into you. He snaps his hips, angling his cock into the depths of your channel. You grunt and moan loudly. It’s the only thing you can do. Your brain can’t form words at the moment. Taking your legs, Miles removes them from his shoulder and pulls them further apart and pins them to the bed. Now you are bent in half and spread open. You can feel your orgasm building again. It feels like electricity is running through you. Every nerve ending is tingling as Miles unleashes. You can hear his balls slapping against your arse and his thighs slapping against yours. With every thrust you can feel him almost hitting your cervix, as your juices are pushed out of you with the force of Miles pushing in. The noises coming from your joined bodies cause you both to moan. “Miles, Miles, it’s too much, please stop, I can’t”. You start to move your head left and right on the pillow. You have a strange feeling starting to wash over you. “Ungh, yes you can, darling. You can do it, one more, give it to me. I can feel you clenching around me. CUM”, Miles growls his demand as you feel him release, head thrown back in sheer pleasure. He is so deep within you, he can’t actually get any further in. At the same time, you feel yourself squeeze his cock so hard he makes a noise of slight pain, then you gush hard. The pressure of your orgasm hitting you actually pushes Miles’ cock out of you, and you squirt all over the bed as well as him. The force is overpowering, feeling your pussy pulse and your legs start shaking uncontrollably. You look at Miles’s surprised face, then everything goes black. 

You actually passed out. Miles had done it, he had actually fucked you until you passed out. It was only a couple of seconds, but Miles was worried all the same. Miles is gently running his fingers through your hair, calling your name lightly. You scrunch your nose and slowly open your eyes. The first thing you see if Miles, smiling down at you. “Mission accomplished”. You don’t say anything but tilt your head again. Your brain feels like mush. “I guess we know that someone is able to pass out from too many orgasms”. Miles is smiling like a Cheshire cat. So pleased with himself that he was able to make you cum 7 times. “I don’t think I can feel anything from the neck down” you slur, cock drunk. Miles continues to run his fingers along your hairline. 

“Was that OK? I wasn’t too hard was I? I was worried there for a moment. You looked at me then just went limp. I didn’t know what had happened”. You can see that Miles was waiting for validation. Wanting to know that you enjoyed yourself as well. 

“Miles”, you croak lightly, trying to wet your dry throat. “that was the best night of my life. I know I don’t have much to compare it to, but I don’t think that I will ever let anyone else do that to me. You actually fucked me silly. I mean it when I say that I can’t feel anything. You made me feel special the whole time. Checking on me and making sure I was OK with everything. I didn’t even need my safe word, did it?” Miles nods, running his hand down your neck and gently resting on your breast, over your heart. He can see the sweat that is covering you, as well as the drying cum on your thighs. “Do you think you can make it to the bathroom, I want to get you cleaned up”. Shaking your head, you look down at yourself. You make a face and Miles just laughs. 

Getting off the bed, you watch your adonis walk around the bed and into the bathroom. “Let me get a bath ready and we can get you cleaned up. Let me love on you a bit”. You hear the water running in the tub and you close your eyes. You can barely keep yourself awake waiting for Miles to come back. With gentle movements, you feel Miles move you into his arms. You are a little disappointed that you didn’t get to watch him come back into the room. Seeing him in his naked glory is something you never get sick of. Miles looks down at you, kissing you on your nose as he picks you up, bridal style, and carries you into the bathroom. He has filled the tub with bubbles, it smells divine. Knowing you will be a little wobbly on your legs, Miles places you down, but holds you tight, just in case. Holding your hand, he encourages you to step into the tub. Once you have both feet in, Miles comes in behind you. He sits first, slowly lowering you into the warm water. You flinch as the water touches your incredibly sensitive pussy and clit but you continue until you are encased in warm water, with Miles’s hard chest behind you. Miles is running his hands along your arms, in and out of the water. It is so relaxing you feel your eyes drop again. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to my life. Thank you for tonight and thank you for everything”. Miles is providing you with the aftercare he knows you would need after what you have just been through. Soft touches, soft voice, nothing harsh or loud. He knows it is going to take some time for you to come back to yourself fully. Past experiences with Subs coming in handy. He loves being your protector, there is nothing else he wants to do right now. With that, he continues to run his hands along you, calming you and your mind. 

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You guys get your Christmas present tonight! It's the threesome with Strange & Bucky. Almost done writing it & the draft is already started.

I'm also planning a Fluffy Sinister addition for Christmas day that involves mistletoe :)

#doctor strange #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange smut #stephen strange smut #stephen strange x you #doctor strange x you #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut #friends just friends #holiday smut #sinister strange x you #sinister strange x reader #sinister strange fluff #sinister stephen strange #sinister strange #sinister strange smut

[saintbryde]

bound to the jinni | a monster erotica masterpost

Short Blurb: Heather's special line of adult toys has taken off with a bang during the Christmas holiday rush, but her first business mistake--trapping a powerful Jinni against his will--has come back to show her what it feels like to be a captive...

Content Warnings | Tropes : breeding kink, noncon, dubcon, huge monster peen, somnophilia, sex slave and master dynamic, primal, dom/sub power exchange, squirting, creampie, fingering, bondage, drugged state from aphrodisiacs, instalove, raspberry sherbet flavored cum which is also an aphrodisiac

Where can you read?

Right here on tumblr | pt 1, pt 2, pt 3, pt 4

Or on Inkitt

#bound to the jinni #monster smut #monster boyfriend #monster fucker #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #tw monsterfucking #monster love #breeding k1nk #christmas smut #holiday smut #instalove

[princess-cloud]

what if I we had a perfect lil christmas date with ice skating and movies and snowball fights and then we come home and you spike my hot cocoa with vodka and get me tipsy enough that once you start fucking me im just the easiest toy ever?

#cloud thoughts #wlw sub #nsft #sub brain #sapphic sub #sapphic ns/fw #intox kink #holiday smut