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being shy w/ deku under the mistletoe im abt 2 eat cardboard {🦭}
deku is one slick motherfucker !! don’t touch me !!!! mdni.
“what? don’t you wanna kiss me?”
a boyish grin spreads slowly across the number one’s lips as he corners you underneath the mistletoe. the agency party doesn’t stop buzzing around you, no one sparing you or deku a glance while you remain trapped by his arm against the wall and his beefy figure towering over you.
you blink up at him and then to the mistletoe dangling above your heads, with bambi eyes that glisten underneath the twinkling christmas lights— unknowingly making the man weak in his knees. you’re so fucking cute, so shy whenever you’re around him and deku would be a liar if he said your nervous little squeaks didn’t hold some sort of power over him.
“i-i…um,” you stutter, praying to the gods that you don’t pass out because how is it even possible that izuku looks this good. his cherry lips caught between pearly white teeth, hooded green eyes that darken with smoke from the forest fire of affection when he looks at you. his hair curls perfectly over stardusted, honeyed freckles that decorate his cheeks and you swear you’re already seeing the pearly gates when deku smiles at you again. “i-it’s not that i don’t want to…it’s just that, y-you’re my boss?” your shoulders flinch as if you’re questioning your own words. “is that even allowed?”
leaning down, deku cocks his head to the side— pressing you further against the wall. “tell you what, let’s play pretend angel,” he coos condescendingly, reaching up to brush a knuckle over the softness of your cheeks. “just for tonight, we’ll pretend i’m not your boss. and you can kiss me, if you’d like, yeah? how’s that sound?”
of course you want to kiss him, eyes flittering between his gaze and his lips— and before you know it, you’re nodding your head with enthusiasm, letting deku lace his fingers with yours. “y-yeah…okay,” you whisper, free hand settling on the broad middle of his well-built chest. “okay.” repeating the word once more to give yourself some confidence, you stand on your tip toes to press your lips against the number one’s— feeling him instantly melt into the gentle kiss. he’s warm, tastes like the peppermint hot chocolate they serving and waves of dopamine crash over your brain because you’re finally kissing the man of your dreams.
you should probably stop to breathe, pull away before your lungs combust but tasting deku is addictive, your smaller-than-his hands cascading from his chest to his biceps to the baby hairs curling at the back of his neck— tugging the large pro hero closer impossibly closer to you. he hikes your thigh up high on his slender waist, licking at the candy cane flavoured gloss on your lips as if to beg you for entrance. both of you seemingly have forgotten the traditional peck you’re supposed to give each other under the mistletoe.
his tongue presses into the heat of your mouth— your body putty between his calloused fingers as deku’s forest flame consume you whole and you both forget the little Christmas party you’re at. when the need for oxygen becomes too much to bare, the number one hero pinches your waist, pecking your lips once or twice more to lick at the trail of saliva connecting you both. “izuku…” you breathe, head falling back against the wall as you let the hero nose at the side of your face and neck.
“yeah, angel?” he places sloppy smooches along the column of your throat, burning up at the way you say his name.
“this…are we still playing pretend?”
the corners of izuku’s lips twitch up into a soft smirk, pulling your hips to meet his and leaning up from your neck until you’re a breath’s width apart. “oh angel,” he says warmly, brushing the swell of his lips over yours. “this was never pretend for me, can’t you feel how much i want you?” you squeak as he gently grinds his now obvious erection into your soft tummy, suddenly hyper aware of how close you are to pro hero deku.
“if anything,” izuku hums right into your ear next, tugging on your earlobe. “you’re number one on my christmas list this year, and getting you under the mistletoe was just the start.”
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Bangtan Christmas Drabble 1
Candy Cane ft Taehyung
You wake up with your head in Taehyung’s lap, and he shows you how his dick is as sweet as candy.
Rating: 18+
Word count: 2k
Warnings: Explicit sex, swearing
Merry Christmas and Happy Birthday to Memes @madbutgloriouspond . Here's to another year of friendship and writing 💜
You wake up with your cheek pressed against the zipper of a pair of soft slacks.
‘Mmmfph,’ you murmur, shifting a little so it isn’t pressing into your face. You adjust the angle of your head and end up lying on a belt buckle.
Its smooth, metallic coolness pulls you closer to wakefulness.
You shift again, and realise there’s a hand on your head, fingers curled into your hair.
Last night comes back to you in flashes.
Christmas drinks with the old gang.
The short dress that just barely covered your breasts and ass.
The revenge dress, because you’d wanted to prove to your ex Taemin that you were doing just fine without him.
A few mojitos. A few more tequila shots. And a few more.
Taemin coming up to you but being cut off by another man.
The taste of the other man on your lips.
You lift your head, aware now of two things.
The length and girth of a covered cock against your cheek - if not fully hard, then at least halfway there.
Second, the name of the man who’d kissed you.
Kim Taehyung.
Your eyes meet his, as you look up at his face. He hasn’t moved his hand out of your hair.
‘Hey, Y/N,’ he says. He doesn’t look in the least bit sleepy.
‘Taehyung,’ you say, going for a smile. It’s tentative, because you’re now stone cold sober with your face effectively planted in his crotch.
Taehyung’s dark brows are furrowed together, top teeth in his bottom lip as he considers the situation. His wavy hair is flopped over his forehead, his hair product succumbing to whatever happened last night.
You have a vague recollection of running your fingers through his hair as he kissed you, writhing in his lap, grinding against the same dick that’s now barely an inch from your face.
‘So I guess we can go get breakfast,’ he says, his morning voice thick as molasses, ‘or we can pick up where we left off.’
Your eyes lock with his.
Taehyung wasn’t always part of your friend circle, your old gang was Sana and Hyejin and whichever boys were into them at the time. Just lately though, Sana’s long-term boyfriend Haru’s been bringing his friends round, and Taehyung’s one of them.
You think he works in fashion.
You’ve always been too caught up with your messy breakup with Taemin to find out more.
‘I can hear you thinking,’ Taehyung says. There’s kindness, what sounds like affection in his voice. ‘There’s a good coffee place around the corner from here. We can get breakfast and I’ll drop you off at home after if you like.’
His hand untangles from your hair, and you reach out and grab it as he’s pulling away.
His wrist is warm, pleasingly solid. Your fingertips skate over his smooth skin as you loosen your grip.
‘I’m good to pick up where we left off if you are,’ you say.
Your voice sounds so confident in the quiet of his flat.
Taehyung doesn’t miss a beat.
‘Get up here, then,’ he says.
You clamber up the length of his body as gracefully as you can considering your dress is rucked up around your hips, your silky panties exposed.
It’s only now that you realise that Taehyung’s shirt is most of the way open, that you can expose vast swathes of his chest with really very little effort at all.
Taehyung tilts his jaw up, and you forget any niggling worries about how you might taste because he seems to like the taste of you, judging by how he’s licking into your mouth.
He kisses firmly, like he senses that you need to know how he wants this.
And damn, he convinces you that he does want this. Wants you.
He doesn’t say a lot, but his breathing quickens as he tugs down the zipper of your dress, exposing your breasts.
You’re pleased to know that the silk and lace bra that you bought for an extortionate amount makes your breasts look as good as they did last night when you put it on, even in the truthful light of early morning.
Taehyung worries his bottom lip with his teeth, eyes fixed on you.
‘Shit. I knew you were stunning,’ he says, quietly, almost like he’s speaking to himself.
‘It’s the bra,’ you say, oddly shy.
He shakes his head. ‘Come now, you just had your face in my junk. You must know how pretty I think you are.’
He bucks his hips a bit, goofy, going for a laugh. ‘This guy doesn’t jump to attention for just anyone.’
You laugh.
Taehyung’s smile spreads across his face but you don’t get to enjoy it fully as he’s leaning down, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts.
He’s gorgeous, of course he is, but his lips are a whole other level of otherworldly beauty when they’re pressed against your nipple.
He grunts as he tugs your bra strap down, exposing you.
Again it seems like he’s trying to tell you without telling you how into this he is. He licks around your peaked nipple, teasing, then takes you in his mouth and sucks.
God he feels so good, your panties are soaked.
You realise his free hand is palming himself over his trousers, and you put your hand over his.
‘Take em off, Tae,’ you say.
He nods, pops off your nipple, squeezing your breast fondly as if to say he’s not done with you yet.
Then his trousers are down, the bulge of his cock straining against his boxer briefs.
Shit. Is that the head of his cock peeking out from a leg of his boxer briefs?
Your mouth goes dry, your cunt gushes at the sight of him.
You’re sitting up, trying to get close.
Taehyung almost looks bashful about it. ‘I’m big,’ he tells you. ‘I’ll go slow.’
You feel like all your Christmases have come at once.
‘Let me get you wet,’ you suggest, looking up at him through your lashes.
Taehyung says, ‘wait a sec.’
He arches off the couch you were both sleeping on, and you get a glorious preview of his cock as his hips buck towards your face.
There’s the crinkle of wrapping, a snap.
When you tear your eyes away from his dick you realise Taehyung’s got a candy cane in his mouth, pocketed in his cheek, the bulge of it obscene.
He hands you the other half of the candy cane, presses the edge of it against your lips.
‘Suck,’ he says, brows furrowed again, voice low.
You’ll suck anything this man gives you, that’s the truth.
The mint makes your tongue tingly, your mouth cool, awash with sweetness.
He tugs the waistband of his boxers down, way down, to mid thigh to free his cock.
It slaps against his abs, and you’re licking a stripe up the underside of it without a second thought.
Taehyung hisses, eyelids heavy as he gazes down at you.
He wraps a hand around himself, thumb smearing pre-cum.
‘You’re fucking obscene,’ he tells you. ‘I’m regretting every single time I wanted to ask you out and chickened out.’
This is news to you. You file his words away to think about later because he’s tapping his cock against your lips.
You open wide and slide him in. He’s heavy and hot on your tongue, so thick the thought of him inside your pussy makes you pulse around nothing.
His pleasured groaning spurs you on as you move on his cock, taking him deeper incrementally, trying to get your nose up against his groin.
You’re sloppy around him, you can’t help it, not with him filling your mouth and nudging into the back of your throat. His hand’s in your hair again, holding you steady.
You look up at him and he hisses, tugging your hair, pulling you off his cock. Your lips come off with a loud smack, your cheeks still hollowed from the suction.
‘Fuck,’ he groans. His pupils are so dilated his eyes look black.
He drags you up and unceremoniously buries his face in your cunt.
‘Ngh!’
Your hands flutter over the smoothness of the sofa, looking for something to anchor you.
Taehyung laughs, knowing, and grabs your hand.
He kisses the back of your hand, lips sloppy and tingly from the candy cane, and then puts your hand on his head.
‘Fuck my face, yeah?’ he utters.
He delves between your legs again and makes out with your cunt exactly the same way he kissed your mouth. His stubble rubs against your inner thighs, and you realise you’ve clenched your thighs around his head.
You let your muscles go lax, and Taehyung grunts his approval.
He laps at your entrance, nose nudging your clit, tongue spearing into you shallowly.
He swallows audibly, and it’s so hot you nearly jerk off the sofa. He presses a hand on your hip, crooning, ‘easy, love.’
He eats your pussy like it’s his last meal, and his enthusiasm has you bucking your hips against his face, fingers tangled in his hair.
You think you could come like this but your cunt’s been clenching for him since you saw him.
‘Fuck me, Tae,’ you plead.
His brows are furrowed again. ‘Yeah, let me get a condom.’
There’s a tearing sound, the familiar smell of latex you always associate with sex, and then he’s back on top of you, the head of his cock against you.
He presses his forehead to yours, voice muffled around the stick of candy he’s popped back into his mouth.
‘Suck,’ he tells you again, and you suck the exposed end of the candy cane he’s holding out to you, suck it in until your lips are touching again.
Taehyung licks at your lips and pushes his way into you.
You’re wet, slick, but the girth of him still makes you feel stretched around him.
Your low moan makes him stop.
‘You good, love?’ he asks, strained.
‘Yeah don’t stop,’ you mumble. You grab his ass to push him in deeper.
Taehyhung sounds pleased. ‘Good fucking girl,’ he tells you.
He snaps his hips, fills you the rest of the way, and you moan again as he bottoms out in you.
For a moment you and him are perfectly still, then he’s moving again, giving it to you just right.
You close your eyes, and all you feel is peppermint on your lips, in your mouth, and the drag of Taehyung’s cock inside you. He forces a hand between you, thumbs your clit.
Your teeth grind down, the candy in your mouth snaps, and then you’re splintering in the wave of your orgasm, calling his name.
‘Yeah,’ Taehyung groans, moving faster now, hitting you hard with every thrust.
He cups your head, plunges his tongue into your open mouth, and grinds against your still pulsing cunt as he comes, shivering and jerking until finally, he’s still.
You whimper as he pulls out and ties off the condom, dropping it carelessly on the floor.
‘Still here,’ he says, reassuring. ‘Are you good?’
He touches your cheek.
You open your eyes to see him watching your face.
‘Should’ve asked me out sooner,’ you tell him.
Taehyung laughs. ‘I’m not gonna make that mistake again,’ he tells you.
He settles in behind you on the sofa, pulling you into his chest.
He strokes your hair until you slip into a light doze, and when you next wake, he pulls you under him and you do it again.
His dick’s just as sweet without the candy.
©hamsterclaw 2022
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Ted Nivison || Christmas Morning (HCS)
Hope this is alright! Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate!
▷ I feel like Ted is the type who gets up super early or super late, not really an in-between.
▷ If he wakes up before you he’d definitely make you breakfast in bed, complete with hot chocolate and even a fun candy cane on the side.
▷ If he slept in, however, he’d insist you’d come cuddle with him before getting up.
“Ted, cmon, it’s 10.” You whisper, gently shaking his shoulder.
He grumbles something inaudible before grabbing your hand, not letting go.
“What’re you doing?”
“Come cuddle with me.”
“You know I’d love to but you need to get up, we got to get the day started.”
“Just for a little bit, please?” He pouts.
How could you say no to that face? Letting out a playful sigh you crawled into his open arms, sinking into his chest as he traced his fingers across your back. Though you weren’t tired you somehow managed to fall fast asleep. You weren’t aware how long you’d been asleep before you felt your face being kissed repeatedly.
“Time to wake up miss/mr ‘I’m not tired.’” He teases, placing a final soft kiss on your forehead before pulling you up out of bed.
▷ Along with multiple traditional fun gifts he would gift you something super sentimental. Think a framed picture of his favorite photos of the two of you and a long hand written letter.
▷ He kept a whole list of things you’d mentioned liking over the course of the year. That cute coat you said you liked at the mall? He got it! That one necklace you saw window shopping? It’s yours.
▷ After opening gifts the two of you stayed in your matching pjs for a majority of the day, only getting dressed to visit friends and family. Even then he wears a fun sweater, insisting you wear the same.
▷ Gets your parents/siblings the most thoughtful gifts. Just like with you, he tries to remember things they’ve mentioned needing or liking.
▷ He helps out on the kitchen or wherever he’s needed. Everyone absolutely loves him!
▷ Once back at home the two of you get into some pjs and settle down on the couch in-front of the fire place, laying on his shoulder as his arms wrap around you.
▷
“Thanks for making this the best Christmas ever y/n, I love you.” He softly smiles.
“Are you kidding? YOU made this the best one ever, you spoiled me.” You refute, kissing his cheek.”
“Pretty sure you spoiled me. Look at my gift pile!” He says, pointing to the presents.
“Tie?” You purpose, holding out your pinky.
“Hmm fine deal, for now.” He smirks, linking his pinky with yours
▷ The two of you spent the rest of Christmas night spent in each others arms, discussing childhood Christmas memories and enjoying each other’s company.
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Candy Cane
TW: Smut. Language.
SUMMARY: Rudy’s POV. His girlfriend’s choice to tease him with a candy cane has him act on their mutual desires.
WORD COUNT: 1500
*Original Concept*
Candy Cane
It was just a candy cane and yet she made it so damn erotic. The way it came between her lips and she pulled her tongue around its thin stock and I was already in debt to the visions such innocent moments were conjuring. I knew that tongue well, how it knew every inch of my skin and how she could use it to make me forgive her or spoil her however she saw fit. Not that she even really needed to ask. But I loved her method in doing so. Doe eyes rising up as she was on her knees, teary eyes acting as a means of sacrifice for what I knew she enjoyed to wear as more of a badge of honor. And those were the thoughts she forced by sucking on a damn candy cane....
And she knew.
The way the corner of her mouth pulled to that grin as she caught me in her peripheral vision made me well aware that she had done this strictly to toy with me. A silent scoff left my lips as a response as she would continue across the room from our mutual friends who happened to come over as we decorated our tree. But I wished nothing more that they would leave so I could enact all those dirty little fantasies that festive lollipop made me want to enact.
Every sticky one.
"Baby? Can you help me find that box of those ornaments?"
"I think they're in the garage or maybe the bedroom closet..." She answered purposely with a dismissive tone as I cocked my jaw. I didn't care at this point if Madelyn or Bails noticed. I needed her to pay for teasing me the last hour with that irritating sweet.
"Can you help?" The gazes that came to us from Austin and Drew were responded with silent "uh ohs" as she would eventually relinquish her stubbornness and follow my lead to the bedroom. But the second the door came closed, I turned to find her on the bed, palms pressed to the mattress, and eyes on me with that come hither look that would send me crawling to her if she asked.
"Eventually you are gonna run out of that candy cane..."
"There's an entire box of 'em-" She shrugged with a smirk.
"Are you about done?"
"Got your attention, didn't it?"
"You always have my attention, baby. But now you’re gonna take it out of your mouth and make good on all those little teases...just like you always do."
"I don't know, Rudy..." She stood on her feet, moving to me as she pulled the candy cane from her mouth until it made a satisfying pop while I watched her circle me. She only came to a stop when her fingers ran down my torso to lengthen her seduction.
"It's a REALLY good candy cane...and plus, they could hear us-"
"Think I care? I need you on your knees for me, sweetheart. You made me start throbbing-" She loved this game of aggression and relinquishment. She loved being commanded and rewarded, the award itself consisting of how she had my body beneath her control as much as I liked to believe I was the one who was dominant for her. But she could offer a simple nod of her head and I'd be willing to do whatever was necessary to please her. And she knew this completely.
"And you're going to make it better."
"Am I now?" I nodded, hand to the back of her neck as I brought her closer to me, a slight gasp making my heart skip a beat.
"And I'll make it well worth it for your patience." Her eyes remained on me as she set the candy cane on the bedside table before pulling me closer to her by the way of my belt as I stopped her.
"All the way on your knees baby." She obliged, breaking a gaze before reinstating this positioning as she unbuckled me to be available to her. And this was where I folded. She could ask for anything and it would be my mission to appease her from the second her lips wrapped around me. And this was because she was an angel with a devilish tongue. She was perfectly slow and took me at a steady pace, graceful in a way that was contradicting to the way she looked up at me. And I was fucking addicted to that sight. If only I didn't need to be inside of her at the same desperation, I could have lived behind that smirk indefinitely.
"Just like that..." I endorsed as she nodded, adding a moan before the vibrations made me scoff down at her. Collecting her hair away from what would limit my view of her, I gripped it tighter to symbolize the mix of approval and hesitation for her continuation.
I didn't want to finish. But she could make me in record time. But it also meant it was my turn then. And the only thing I loved more than her mouth on me was using mine on her.
"Baby I'm gonna-" But she suddenly popped off of me and returned to her candy cane, legs crossed as she looked to me with a prideful grin stained by tears shed from her endeavors. With a short exhale of disbelief, I pulled myself before her, kicking her legs apart and dropping to my knees.
"You keep sucking on that like I know you're good at and I’ll see if it can really keep you quiet..." I leaned closer, harsh grip on her hair making her gasp into a grin, "Even if you don't deserve it..."
"Please...I'm so wet...Rudy..." I couldn't help myself. The most devilish of thought spread across my mind as I plucked the candy cane from her mouth and drew ot at he sex. Her eyes followed as I used the mix of her slick to the peppermint stick as she gasped while I sucked it clean.
"And so sweet." I forced the candy cane back in her mouth before descending to my knees, pulling only one leg over my shoulder as she was quick to attach the other.
"Greedy?"
"Desperate." He answered as her head fell back in validation of this as I eased her to some degree, but taking my time just as she had. But she was soaked, even more so with every stripe of my tongue taking her into consideration. But I basked in it. I adored the way her thighs fought to close before finding the interruption of my cheeks and how her fingers tugged through my hair but not for pain but as a form of release. But nothing was sweeter than those little whimpers I could pull from her as she nearly sung my name.
"I'm gonna come!" She warned as I withdrew, rubbing my mouth with the back of my hand as she pulled me up into her.
"Keep that there...it's the only thing that's gonna keep you quiet baby..." I explained as she attempted to draw the candy cane from between her lips.
"I'm not gonna go easy this time." I slapped her ass as she gasped, jolting enough to need me to pull her back against my hips. But once she had, it was to feel me inside her. She was wet enough that the glide was effortless, without even a moment's stall, as I began the pace she quickly agreed to.
I never tired of the sound of our bodies bonding through that connected pounding. Slowed or feverish, deep or in a tease of only the tip, every sound between us was a symphony of carnality. The slap she asked for to turn her flawless ass red was the slight gap in that perfect sound that acted as a solo all its own, before she became manic with those pleas. Those damn pleas that made me have to fight coming on the spot. She made everything sound so sweet.
Every goddamn thing.
"Please, Rudy!" She begged through the candy cane as I smirked, pulling it to my mouth to offer her a reprieve as I slowed my paces.
"If you put another goddamn candy cane in your mouth after this, I'll use IT instead of me. Won't be as pleasant for you, will it baby?"
"Please, Rudy! Please..."
"You wanna come?"
"Yes..."
"Then come...it IS almost Christmas..." I teased as she stiffened around me. Tremors familiar with her release would bring my own as I was desperate against her. Her body was my weakness and it was only worsened by those innocent little motions she made so sexy.
"I mean it. You even pick up the box and I'm gonna fuck you until all you suck through all of them. Make your jaw so sore before you even suck me. And I'll expect that from you all night. Tears and all, baby..."
She nodded, to think this all could have been avoided if not for the damn candy cane...
Not that I was complaining...
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DAY 3: Candy Cane
12 Days of Christmas with Eddie List
Eddie Munson Master list
Warnings: slight sexual references, swearing.
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It’s no secret that Eddie is easily amused or aroused. All you have to do is touch him ever so lightly and that boy was putty in your hands. And so, you had to come up with something extravagant as his Christmas gift. There was no way you’d give him something simple; the only issue was thinking about what would be worthy of gifting to him.
While Eddie had a habit of sticking out his tongue when he concentrated on something, you had the opposite habit. Whatever was in your hands always ended up in your mouth and between your teeth.
Eddie was tucked away on the floor of his bedroom, putting together his ‘Ultimate Christmas D&D campaign’. You flicked through catalogs, trying to get some idea of what to get him. All while sucking on a candy cane.
Initially Eddie wasn’t aware of the delicious treat in your mouth, he was wrapped up in his own little world and merely happy you made yourself comfortable on his bed. Every now and then he’d look up from the playing cards and board, just to take a peek at you.
Only this time, when Eddie looked up, everything dropped out of his hands. Watching your lips wrap around the candy cane was all he could focus on. You were unphased, continuing to flick page after page.
He tried his best to ignore the feeling rising up inside him; to push down all the thoughts he wanted to do to you. But, he was a simple man. With very very strong needs, and right now…. Watching you, sparked a very important need that had to be filled.
Carefully, he crawled onto the bed, approaching you from the side. You didn’t move.
“What are you doing?” You said, the candy cane still in your mouth and slurring your speech.
He couldn’t find the words, his mind focused on one thing and one thing only. He had to have you. And so he started to kiss along the small section of skin that was exposed on top of the neck of your sweater.
“Eds, I’m trying to look for your Christmas gift.” You laughed. “I suggest you stop—unless you don’t want any presents.”
In any other circumstances, Eddie would have pulled away from you and behaved at the mere threat of no presents. But he didn’t care, in fact— he thought of this little moment as him cashing in his present early.
Eddie mumbled into your neck, continuing to suck and kiss along your skin. His hot breath made your eyes roll backwards, but you were determined. If he wanted to distract you, then he’d have to work from it.
Ignoring his antics, you sucked harder on the candy cane and turned the page of the magazine. You weren’t sure what had gotten into him, so needy without you placing a single finger on him. Not that you were complaining, of course. But when you sucked the candy cane harder once more, slurping drool and all… Eddie whimpered against you. That’s when it all clicked.
“Oh….” You teased, “You got jealous huh?”
He groaned, finally pushing you down into the mattress and climbing on top of you. The magazine crumpled under his knee.
“What’s the matter, Eds? Can’t handle your girlfriend eating a little candy cane?” You said, popping out the candy with a loud and dramatic suck on the final word.
He shook his head, lowering the bottom half of his body to grind up against you. His little waist moved in such a way that it became hard to keep composure.
“I wouldn’t call that eating.” He mumbled, breathlessly.
You knew exactly where this would lead. It occurred often between the two of you, the need and passion overcoming all other priorities. Clothes usually discarded all across the room, and minutes fading away until time was irrelevant.
However this time, it was only Eddie who was desperate. And he thought that was unfair; unfair that by simply looking at you, he turned into a raging mess.
Just as much as you knew the effect you had on him, Eddie has picked up on a few cues of his own. He knew exactly where to touch to make you crave him.
With you lying underneath him, smug and still sucking away at that stupid fucking candy cane, Eddie decided to return the favour. He began slowly, pressing his legs between your own, providing just enough pressure to your core. His hands creeped under your top, his fingers brushing ever so lightly on the skin of your stomach. He saw how you moved at his touch, even though you tried your hardest to have the best Poker Face.
“I guess that’s a no to the Christmas present.” You teased him, it made him double guess his actions.
You see, Eddie would have loved to kiss and adore every part of your body. He would have spent the next few hours showing you exactly how much he loved you; but that mouth of yours had pushed too much. That final threat of no Christmas gifts made Eddie turn sinister.
Without warning, he crashed his lips into yours. Devouring the way you tasted of peppermint. It broke you, poker face and composure fully gone. You let yourself surrender into him, moving your body against his to let every burning sensation burn brighter.
You were the first to crack, moaning into his mouth. Eddie took that as a win, secretly proud of his ability to make you cry out for him so quickly. But just as quick as the rather sloppy kiss started, Eddie ended it.
Pulling away from you at full force, leaving you whimpering and confused. “Hey— wait.”
He cocked an eyebrow up, retreating back to the edge of the bed. He smirked at you, flashing his teeth before moving around his tongue, letting the candy cane he had just stolen from your mouth sit sweaty between his lips.
“Hey! Give that back—“
“No can do sweetheart, as you said,” he spoke, dramatically sucking the candy cane. “We both have very important things to do, I gotta finish this campaign and YOU my dear, need to finish finding me a Christmas gift.”
You were sexually charged and frustrated, not used to Eddie stopping.
“Eddie….”
You dragged out the words, crawling over to meet him. You forcibly grab his face, trying to get more kisses.
“Of course I’d still get you a Christmas gift. Now come kiss me again.”
He placed a finger to your lips, his only defense at keeping himself away from your seductiveness.
“Ah ah, I’m rather enjoying this candy cane now. So generous of you for sharing.” He smiled, and you could hear the candy clicking away against his teeth.
You pouted, “And here I thought you wanted me, turns out you only wanted the candy.”
Giving him the puppy dog eyes, you internally broke him. He knew all of this was harmless fun, and that neither of you were truly upset. Sexually charged maybe. But that face, fake or not, that puppy dog face made him weak at the knees.
Chucking the candy cane behind him without a care in the world, “Fuck the candy cane, I’d much rather have you.”
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‘Closed for Remodeling’
Vernon x reader, Mingyu x reader
ANGST! angst! angst!, unrequited love, best friends, university au
Mentions of smoking, drinking, food, y/n is a bit bitter in the beginning
Synopsis: Do you believe in the “right person, wrong time”? Vernon and Y/N have been best friends for as long as they can remember, but what happens when one realizes their feelings too late?
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This is probably one of the most pathetic things that you ever put yourself through in your 20 years of life. Maybe if you woke yourself up and listened to the countless pieces of advice that your friends have given you, you wouldn't be sitting in front of your best friend and his new girlfriend.
The song playing in the back, faded as you watched him put his arm around her. You could feel your eyes rolling back into your head as she lays yet another peck on his cheek.
What does he see in her? You thought to yourself.
You and Vernon found this restaurant on a random December night when the streets were covered in fairy lights and candy canes. The two of you have been held up in the library studying for hours when he tapped your shoe and convinced you to finally get out of that hell hole.
He was wearing the same oversized leather jacket that Seungcheol gave him on his birthday that now lies on his girlfriend's lap.
"I'm genuinely going to kill myself if we keep studying for this goddamn test!" You screamed into the air, seeing your breath in the winter weather. Vernon just laughs at you as you lose your mind.
He could hear your sniffling and the fact you'd been rubbing your nose for the past five minutes.
He couldn't remember the last time you guys had a proper meal that didn't consist of caffeine, beef jerky, and peppermint candy that the librarians had around the library.
You kept rambling on and on about how you wanted to drop out and that you didn't even notice the little restaurant.
He pulled your arm and turned you around,
"Let's eat." His eyes were glistening in the twinkling lights and his skin looked like it was shimmery.
You walked into the restaurant and the two of you were instantly hit with the smell of kimchi tofu stew.
The old lady at the front desk got up from her seat to happily greet the two of you and brought you over to the booth. The restaurant itself was small and had two booths and about 6 other tables and there was only one other person eating inside. It was covered in old family pictures you could only assume were the old lady's family and a tiny little Christmas tree in the corner. It was wilted and dry which you took note of because you told Vernon.
"Are you sure you wanna eat here?" You pouted your lips, judging the restaurant and he just looked at you and laughed
'We're already here, Y/N. Who knows maybe we'll like it," he shrugged
Vernon never fully judged anything until he tried it, the complete opposite of you. Lo and behold, the old lady made the best food you've ever had.
The flavors hitting your mouth and filling your very very deprived stomach made you dance in your chair and Vernon just watched you with a little smile.
"I told you it was gonna be good." he teased you as he took another bite.
When the two of you were sufficiently full the old lady brought over the bill and you went to grab it when Vernon's cold fingers touched yours,
"I got it," his fingers lingered on yours a little too long.
"Your hands are really cold." You chuckled.
He quickly pulled away and insisted that he pay for dinner.
It was small things like that that really made you aware of your stupid infatuation with him.
He insisted on paying for the dinners, the coffees he bought you before class without asking, and the notion of doing things together without talking about it first. Maybe he was just a nice guy and liked treating his friend out.
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"Babe, I'm gonna go to the bathroom. I'll be back," his girlfriend told him while patting his thigh.
He nodded his head and watched as she moved across the room.
You could hear someone shifting next to you,
"You're really bad at hiding the way you feel,"
Mingyu whispered in your ear, you met him last semester and found out that you ran in the same circle.
Mingyu was conventionally attractive and had that nice guy reputation, but when your friends decided to have a small get-together a few weeks back your first impression of him was that he was a bit dorky?
"What are you talking about?" you question, eyebrows furrowed together.
He presses a finger in between your tense eyebrows and you automatically relaxed them.
"That's why. Your facial expression says it all-"
That action took you aback.
If Mingyu across the room could see it then Vernon who was sitting right in front of you could too. Right?
"It's the end of finals, we are officially on winter break. Why are you so upset?" Mingyu asked while opening a bottle of soju with a spoon for Dino.
"I'm not upset" You tried to shrug off his comment, tried to smile and lie it off.
He made the gesture of holding up the soju as if to ask you if you wanted to drink and you shook your head,
"Y/n I think I know you enough to know when you’re upset." He leaned in looking you in the eyes.
The two of you had studied a few times together and occasionally got lunch as you both waited for your next class, but you never told him anything personal like that.
Maybe he's just really observant.
You open your mouth to say something before Seungkwan pulls him away to talk about some funny incident that happened to them.
You didn't even notice that Vernon was staring at you.
'What?' you mouthed at him.
He nudged his head towards Mingyu and gave you a sly smirk before his girlfriend finally came back and got too distracted to talk to you again.
Minghao who was sitting next to you tapped your shoulder and you hummed in response.
"I think Mingyu likes you,"
You loved Minghao, he was sweet and a great listener. However, he's always gonna stir the pot when he wants to and today was no exception.
Perks of being the quiet observer.
You just looked at him like what was he even talking about?
"It's the way Mingyu keeps looking over here, and I know he's not looking at me." Minghao took a sip of tea looking at you suggestively.
Mingyu glanced over in your direction every few minutes while Jeonghan and Seungkwan were mercilessly teasing him.
He saw the way your jaw clenched when Vernon and his girlfriend whispered in each other's ear.
Taking a step in your direction, Hoshi intervened.
"Oh my god! Y/N this is our song!!" before dragging you out of your seat and into the middle of the restaurant.
There was an old karaoke machine that the old lady had brought out for Christmas and Hoshi took your hand to put a mic in it, shaking your head at him.
"No, I am not singing!" Hoshi was yet again the drunkest person there and was not leaving until you had this duet with him. You could hear the others cheer for you and yell your name as the girl's part was coming.
The heat found its way to your cheeks and lifted the mic to your lips, shyly singing the lyrics. You turned around to see that DK was filming Hoshi who was so immersed in the song that he forgot to sing his part.
Vernon was watching you. He watched you sing for the thousandth time and was still shocked as he was the first time you sang in front of him.
He remembers when it was just the two of you in his car when this very song came on and you just sang at the top of your lungs while the windows were down. That was the day you both got accepted into the same university. He remembers that day because he couldn't stop thinking about you that same night.
Vernon glances to see that his girlfriend was on her phone not paying attention to the free entertainment that always made him and his friends laugh so bad it hurt. He doesn't pay too much attention.
Here it comes, he thinks to himself. The best part of the song- is the bridge. He likes this part because it has a quick build-up and the rhythm just makes his heart jump and the lyrics really suit well with your voice. He only likes it when you sing it.
The others know it's coming, you know it coming, and it is hands down one of the guys' favorite songs to hear you sing.
But Vernon's girlfriend was still on her phone.
Vernon notices that Mingyu got up from his seat, he walked over to where DK was filming Hoshi and Vernon could just see it. The way he was looking at you, it was the same look he gave you in his car that day.
Everyone quickly moved on to the next song as Woozi and Seungcheol pour Hoshi yet another shot.
The adrenaline that rushed through your body a few seconds ago finally comes down when you excuse yourself from the table. Opening the old door, the winter wind harshly hits your face. Sitting on the curb, you pulled out the cigarette from your pocket.
A nasty habit you picked up from Wonwoo about 6 months ago now, when the door opened again.
"Since when did you start smoking?" the familiar voice asked as he sat next to you.
You started smoking when he got into a relationship. The sting of smoke in your lungs felt better than the unrequitedness of it all.
"Oh you know, not that long ago." You shrugged, taking a long drag.
You had sworn to Vernon when you were both 16 that you would never smoke when he confessed to you that he hit his friend's vape in the bathroom sophomore year.
Going on and on about how smoking is bad for you.
You hope he doesn't remember that.
Vernon wants to talk to you. Have a conversation like he used to. He wants to tell you that you shouldn't smoke, but he doesn't. He just sits there with you in silence until you finish your cigarette.
"I think-"
"I-"
"you go first," He says.
You stare at him. Looking into his eyes, you feel like your cheeks are going to burn. He's patient with you- always has been.
You let out a sigh,
I'm in love with you, but it's too late.
"I'm gonna head home." You say before going back in.
Your head hurts, your heart hurts, and all you wanna do is get past Vernon's girlfriend so you can get your purse and go.
"Hey, y/n?" she mumbles.
You wanted to turn around and snap at her, but what did she do wrong?
"Yeah," You tried not to sound mean.
"I was wondering if you could send me the address to Nonie's favorite bakery?" She smiled.
Nonie? Nonie? Who the fuck is Nonie?
A sigh escaped from your mouth before you nodded and agreed.
"Thank you so much! You're literally a life savor, Y/Nie" she said.
Who was she to call you by your nickname you thought. She was nice, great even. There was no real reason for you to be this mad at her, but you are.
"Hey, I'm gonna head out." You told Minghao who gave you a nod which was soon followed by a line of goodbyes and hugs from everyone else.
"get home safe!" Seungcheol waved,
"Wait, you're walking home?" Mingyu stood up, everyone looking at the tall man.
"Yeah," god you wanted to leave.
You could see Dino and Seungkwan look over at each other as if wondering why he asked.
"It's late, Y/n and cold let me walk you."
This makes Vernon's ears perk up. If he wasn't with his girlfriend he would be leaving with you, no questions asked. He would walk you home and make sure you got to your place okay.
But he couldn't this time.
"What no! It's fine it's like 15 minutes from here." You assured him, but Jeonghan had to chime in too.
"Yeah, let Mingyu walk you. You've had a couple of drinks anyway."
Rather than arguing, you reluctantly agreed for him to walk you.
It was the middle of winter and the sun had set hours ago, so having some company was actually not a bad idea.
"Do you wanna talk about it? The thing that was bothering you earlier?" He remembered.
"How observant of you." You sarcastically replied.
"I'm just a nice person, but if you don't want to it's fine." His pace was slow and his voice felt genuine.
He was much taller than you expected now that you were walking next to him, and the scent of his cologne was seeping through his sweater.
Sandalwood and violets.
The walk wasn't awkward as you would've thought. Walking on the side closest to the road, you could feel Mingyu's hand on your shoulder moving you inside of the sidewalk.
The small gesture makes you feel some type of way.
"I didn't know you could sing like that." The comment made you laugh, it made it sound like it was something you were serious about.
"What? You're good, Y/Nie!" He nudged you with his arm,
"I'm only good when I've had a few shots." You joke, looking at the street ahead of you.
There was a moment of silence, but it wasn't awkward. It felt nice just being in each other's presence.
Mingyu suddenly stopped in his tracks to look at you,
"I hope whatever it was that was bothering you... doesn't anymore." There was sincerity in the way he spoke, it sounded like something straight out of a romance movie. You couldn’t help but laugh at the corny vibe it gave off.
“I appreciate it Mingyu, but I’m fine.” You were getting tired of having to prove to everyone that you were okay.
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That night the images of Vernon being so sweet to his girlfriend plagued your thoughts as you tried to sleep. It didn't help that your old fridge was making that buzzing noise and no amount of music could drown it out when your phone started to blow up.
Seungkwan was sending videos and pictures from dinner, you swiped through the pictures to see Vernon and his girlfriend holding hands and you groan at how much you wished that it was you.
The other pictures were of the guys making little kissy faces at each other when a picture of you and Mingyu popped up.
The picture was of you smiling and Mingyu looking at you,
You remember that you were looking in Hoshi's direction because he was doing something insanely stupid while Mingyu looked at you.
Little did you know that Vernon was staring at the exact same photo.
Why did it bother him so much? He wondered. His girlfriend was in his bathroom getting ready to sleep in his bed and yet here he was getting all bothered about another man sitting next to his best friend.
Vernon convinced himself that it was just him being a good, concerned best friend, but was that really the reason?
Looking at you and Mingyu made him scroll through his own camera roll, finding old photos from a few years back where the two of you made silly faces, or the two of you at the prom, and the ones from graduation. He smiled endlessly reminiscing back to when the two of you were in high school.
Until he found a video he secretly took of you.
It was two years ago and you slept over at his place, the video was of you in the kitchen the next morning singing that song. You had just woken up, so your hair was a mess and you were wearing his shirt.
He hates to admit it but he's fallen asleep to that video too many times he could count. Your voice just made him feel safe enough to sleep too.
Vernon's girlfriend makes her way to the bed and he quickly exits from his camera roll.
He felt like texting you.
He doesn't.
So instead, he listens to you sing in secret.
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Hiiii! I am new to writing on Tumblr, but I have been on the app for a while. This is only the first part of this story!
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A Sneezy Season at Santa’s
Chapter 11: A Key to the Mystery
Info About This Choose Your Own Adventure
Cherry seemed to perk up after your response, but she still wasn’t as bright as she usually was.
“Thanks. And you’ve been a huge help too. Hopefully this is all just a big misunderstanding, and we’ll finish the tour and get you checked in before you can say ‘And a happy new year’!”
After saying a red-faced goodbye to Martha, you followed Cherry into the lobby.
“Okay, let’s just check a few of the surrounding departments. We don’t want to get too off-track.”
First, you went back to the room with the pets waiting to be given to good little kids on Christmas. Sure enough, there were several red-nosed elves, who were sneezing up a storm despite never having any allergies to animals before.
Then the brainstorming area. Empty containers filled with used tissues and several elves laying their head on the table told you all you needed to know.
“They were fine just a minute ago!” Cherry exclaimed. “How could they be sneezing already?”
You agreed that it was strange. It couldn’t have been more than fifteen minutes when you saw them last.
“Maybe…it’s a virus? Some seasonal bug? Yeah, that’s it! It’s just a cold, and since we’re all working in such close quarters, it just spread quickly, that’s all!”
Cherry ran her hands up and down her overall straps.
“This is just one portion of the workshop. Maybe we could check the other sections, but it would take way too long to go to all of them…oh, wait!”
With a sharp turn, she made her way past the large Christmas tree.
“We might now be able to check every part of the workshop, but I know some elves who can!”
On the far wall, there was a large elevator, with the same shine and pattern as a candy cane. Cherry stepped inside, and you joined her. She pushed second to top button, and the doors closed with a short, soft melody.
“If we can use the central office’s daily records — y’know, calling in sick, complaints, absences — then we can see how far the sneezing has spread, and we can take the appropriate measures.”
Cherry gave you a quick glance, then her signature pacifying smile.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy some elevator music, right?”
She hummed nervously along to the tune as the elevator climbed from one floor to the next. Finally, the door opened on the fifth floor, and Cherry hurried you both out.
Before you was the largest room you’d seen on the tour. Rows upon rows of desks, each with a black typewriter, lined every corner of the room.
But, despite its size, it was mostly empty, besides a single elf, who was typing away with the receiver of an old rotary phone between his ear and shoulder.
“Yes, H as in holly…I’m aware. It was my great aunt’s middle name — though that isn’t exactly the point of this call, if you don’t mind…I would, m’am, but I am the only - snf-! - representative available at the moment…just use my ID number…”
The elf noticed the two of you standing at the elevator, and put one finger up.
“What do you mean you don’t take IDs? Koff!Why on Kringle’s white beard would I need both? If you input the number, you’ll get my file, and then you can…hhh’KTCH!”
He turned away from the phone to sneeze, and you saw the elf’s straight, pointed nose, red and rubbed raw. He hurried to put his ear to the phone again. Cherry gave you a worried look.
“Why don’t I…please…you know what? Merry Christmas, m’am. Hopefully next time I call someone more - snf-! - helpful will answer. Goodbye.”
The elf slammed the phone back on the hook, and buried his face into his hands, rubbing his temples.
“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Cherry?” he asked, not looking up. “As if I don’t already have enough to do?”
Cherry leaned over to you, whispering in your ear.
“That’s Niamh. Sorry, he isn’t usually this…um…”
“If I could get a response sometime today, that would be fantastic,” Niamh interrupted. He pointed at you.
“And they need an appointment, Cherry, you know that. You can’t just bring new employees into the central office. There are sensitive documents that must be — hhh’KTSH!”
He let out another painful stifle, then massaged the bridge of his nose.
“And if you need the main key, you can’d just keep coming into my office. Go through the number like everyone else.”
Niamh was certainly more…stern than the others you’d seen. But he was obviously not feeling his best, though that didn’t give him any right to be so nasty.
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Hey guys! This is a Wednesday/Enid fic, set after Mabels death,Cairo and wenclair has reunited. Co wrote and Edited by my pal @streaminn
This night has spent twenty years in the making.
Twenty years filled with teenage angst, misunderstandings, various different women, one deceased wife and a moody teenager.
Tonight is the night Wednesday Addams finally gets to experience being loved by Enid Nevermore.
This frosty moonless night started the same as every other time since the former roommates had reunited. With Enid making the decision to move her and her daughter away from the life they had known, things have been changing for the better.
Wednesday never expected this life for the sunny werewolf. A life so dipped in darkness that all the investigator could do is watch in morbid fascination before wrapping her hands along that bared throat and pulling her wolf from the shadows that sullied her.
From the dirty deals with crooked cops, away from shady people with even shadier bosses. It left a distasteful feeling along her tongue to know that people waited for Enid to slip up. Do they not know what they are messing with? Are they aware of the sharp teeth hidden behind that lovely smile? Must they test her? They always laid in wait for the moment Enid would make a mistake and oh does that burn at Wednesday's skin.
Wait, that doesn't sound right. Not after she learned of what a certain stubborn stalker did.
Either way, all those experiences didn't matter. Not anymore at least, not when Enid willingly left them behind to follow her to the Addams' Manor. What an honour, Wednesday mused.
It took ages but Wednesday can surely say that the manor stood in the same leagues as their dorm in nevermore and that tiny loved cottage. Not as high as May or Mabel's standing but certainly high enough.
It seems like Wednesday is up there too, for why else would she be pinned against her bedroom door?
Those teeth are so delightfully sharp against her tongue and she gasps as the fingers that cradle her head tugs at her hair. The woman would've been offended, insulted actually if Enid hadn't looked so beautifully animalistic.
This is her roommate, her beast.
"Enid.." Wednesday gasps, unable to tear her eyes away as Enid pressed kisses along her bare throat.
A growl, deep and reverberating through her chest was Enid's answer and Wednesday tightened the leg wrapped along her wolf's slender waist. She was warm, too warm despite the fact that her dress was hiked up to her hips. It wasn't enough that her tights were ripped by those lovely claws, she needed everything to be taken off.
She needs Enid to do the taking.
Wednesday couldn't stop moving her yearning hands. Years of being kept at a distance, stuck in a place of friendship and nothing more have finally overflowed into such a desperate need that Wednesday finally understands her parents' constant affections. Now she finally got to taste Enid, she would fight to her last breath to be worthy enough to stay in her orbit.
One hand of carefully black painted fingers gently wrapped around a soft neck while the other laid upon Enid's face, thumb finally allowing itself to trace faded scars won in the pair's first of many battles with unsuccessful foes.
Wednesday couldn't decide which of her senses was the leading cause of the heat between her thighs.
Smell. Enid's perfume had changed between the years between sharing a bedroom to now. What was previously a sweet artificial smell of candy canes that Wednesday grew to appreciate and miss turned into Enid's more natural scent of vanilla shampoo and a hint of woods after rainfall.
Taste. Lips colliding at a frantic pace. Trying to steal the breath of each other's lungs. Wednesday's tongue fighting and losing in what Wednesday hopes as a never ending dance. The taste of strawberry chapstick as Wednesday nipped at a full bottom lip then soothing it with an apologetic tongue.
Touch. While one of Wednesday's own hands were busy relearning Enid's older but still as beautiful face, her other was slowly sliding down a long throat, pausing briefly at a rapid heartbeat before slipping under a loose shirt. Her hand ghosting over abs briefly pauses to rake her nails down them, earning a deep growl from the wolf of her dreams.
Enid moved both her hands to Wednesday's bottom,roughly pulling Wednesday even closer, causing Wednesday's leg to tighten even more to Enid's waist. The friction is horrifyingly addictive. Her hips jerked against the clothed erection, silently begging Enid to move.
Enid bit back a whimper, unable to stop her hips from finding Wednesday's set rhythm.
"Open the damn door 'Day before I rip it off its hinges and take you right here,” Enid panted into Wednesday's ear.
"Oh, don't tease me with a perfectly horrid time mi loba." Wednesday smirked, earning a particularly deep grind from Enid that wiped the smirk away faster than it came. A moan that would have made even Morticia blush leaves Wednesday's lips.
"Now 'Day." Enid's firm tone held a command that Wednesday was unable to refuse to follow. Wednesday reaching a shaking hand behind her, finally finding the elusive door knob that allowed the large door to swing open.
Before Wednesday could pull Enid into her sanctuary, hands found the back of her thighs, lifting Wednesday as easy as if she weighs nothing more than a pillow case.
Lips reclaimed Wednesday's and all thoughts aside from Enid's lips left her head.
Long legs kicking the door shut while crossing the length of Wednesday's room towards both Enid and Wednesday shared goal.
A large queen sized bed covered in black satin sheets.
The pair's clothes were quickly torn off by eager hands. A black dress landing on a previously neat and full desk, pens rolling to the floor. A soft, reliable Oxford shirt, forever now missing various buttons, flew over the headboard of the bed to be left there until months later.
Wednesday pushed the surprisingly compliant naked werewolf onto her soft childhood bed. The hungry Addams quickly settled on strong thighs.
Wednesday's eyes took in the sight that would be etched on her memory for the rest of her life. Enid's bright eyes looked at her with wonder and a sprinkle of shyness that made her look sixteen years old again.
Wednesday's fingers travelled along old faded claw marks on her chest. Tyler forever leaving his mark on the brave wolf. The same marks that were earned in saving Wednesdays life. Wednesday's fingers traced slowly to where more extensive scars lay, this time saving another woman's life from idiot normies playing serial killer, not counting on her wolf's superior healing and deadly protective instinct.
While some other scars on Enid were familiar from their many adventures in school, a bullet hole on her left shoulder from a werewolf hunter that Wednesday took great pleasure eviscerating. Vampire fangs from when a rogue vampire gym teacher decided to try unsuccessfully to make vampire werewolf hybrids.
Other scars were as new to Wednesday as the dark far away look Enid sometimes gets in her eyes when she thinks May or Wednesday isn't looking. Faint white scars on slender right hand fingers as if someone threatened to take them from her, ‘A reminder to pay off debts.’ Enid smirked ruefully the first time Wednesday noticed.
Various angry cigarette burn marks on the inside forearm in the shape of a 'C', Enid just shrugged and said an ex fuck buddy didn't take a break up well.
One permanent mark Enid is protective over however and proudly displays it, is the 'Lovable' tattoo etched beautifully on Enid's collar bone. Right where a mating bite would have been if Mabel was a wolf.
"Mabel means lovable," May once told Wednesday with a prideful tone and a snide smirk on the youthful teen's face. Aiming for the hurt instead of the kill, ironically like a true Addams would.
"She had my bite," Enid whispered so softly when she caught one of the constant glances at the tattoo during the first few weeks at the manor.
"I wanted a part of her too, '' Enid explained tearfully, which made Wednesday want to travel to Hades' realm and retrieve Mabel Nevermore's soul from his clutches just so she would never see the true heartbreak on Enid's gorgeous face again.
Wednesday shook herself from her memories. Took her own trembling hand off Enid, raised it to her face and licked across her palm. Her hand finally reached her goal wrapping around Enid's hard shaft.
Wednesday rubbed her hand down that cock at a slow torturous pace to the base and back up to swipe over the head and lowered her lips to Enid’s once again. This kiss was surprisingly innocent compared to the actions of jerking hands.
"'Day..please," Enid pleaded with her psychic, eyes closing in pleasure, her hips thrusting in Wednesday's tiny hand.
Wednesday hovered over Enid's wanton cock, carefully positioning the large appendage so just the tip was inside her.
" Cara Mia… look at me… please" Wednesday's low voice echoed around Enid's soul. Her eyes struggled to open and she swallowed back the temptation to just thrust into her friend like a dog in heat. "Do you want me, Enid?" Wednesday questioned the feverish blonde underneath her.
All Enid could do was furiously nod in desperation.
"Then do what you should have done years ago mi loba…take me."
No other conversations were held for the next 12 hours, Morticia gently guiding May in the early hours of the morning to town for a shopping spree that the young wolf couldn't deny instead of the youngster going looking for her mother as per routine, May holding Moricia to higher respect than she ever did Wednesday couldn't refuse.
Morticia following the teenager with a smile, thinking of all the ways she could make dinner that evening disastrously uncomfortable for the pair of new lovers and to a distraught Gomez who had to listen to his baby girl moans all night long, finally getting the karma that was coming to him from his own loud tryst with Morticia throughout the years.
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Office Festivities (Infinite Blue)
You’re excited for the holidays. Rory isn’t impressed.
Office & Coworkers AU, Rory x Reader. No mentions of reader pronouns or gender. Also posted on Ao3 here.
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“Good Morning, Rory!”
“Morni- what the fuck happened to your desk.”
Tiny trees outfitted with garlands and ornaments stood in a neat line. Elf and reindeer plushes sat on top of your folders, simultaneously fulfilling their duties of paperweight and bringing Christmas cheer. String lights hung from your computer monitor and the cubicle walls, and amongst the swath of red, white, and green was you, sitting in your office chair and beaming proudly.
“Cubicles are always so drab and grey, so I thought I’d add some holiday flair,” you remarked, aimlessly spinning a candy cane between your fingers. “Looks pretty nice, don’t you think?”
“It looks like Santa came and vomited all over.” Rory winced at the aggressively blinking lights, wondering if they were asking for help in morse code.
You made a face back at your coworker. “Why don’t you decorate your desk? Yours look like a jungle every day of the year, at least one of your plants could use a little star.” You held out an unopened box of tiny ornaments.
“I’m not putting string lights on my aloe.”
“Even though I saw you putting a Santa hat on your tomatoes?”
“Hey!” Rory glanced around furtively, ensuring that nobody was around before leaning in and dropping his voice to a whisper. “You promised we wouldn’t talk about our private lives at work.”
You shrugged. You respected Rory’s decision to keep you two’s relationship a secret at work, but to be honest it was more like an open secret. At this point it was only him who didn’t know that everyone else had long been aware.
Dumbass doesn’t even realize that the number of people flirting with him decreased.
“Sorry, sorry.” You held your hands up in self-defense. “But I had to point out the fact that your apartment is decked out as much as my cubicle. Why not do it here too?”
“That- that’s ‘cause this is a workplace. Im trying to be professional.”
“Excuses.” Suddenly a thought crossed your mind and you smiled, one Rory knew too well as an expression you made when you were up to no good.
“Speaking of which… Did you notice that I put up a mistletoe in the bedroom doorway?”
“You what!?”
“Guess not then. Well, I think you owe me something.”
With a shit-eating grin you watched as your partner stood flabbergasted, staring at you as his mind fiddled trying to process and make connections. But when he didn’t move for a minute, you grew a bit concerned. Perhaps you pushed him too far? You opened your mouth to rescind your statement-
“Fine.” A low voice. A hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you in, Rory’s lips meeting yours in a fiery kiss. He pulled away and observed your dumbfounded flustered self, his own cheeks slightly tinged pink but with a smug smile on his face.
“I’ll be taking this-“ he plucked the plastic ornament box from your hand. “As payback. I’m gonna put a star on my aloe. And it’s gonna look better than your holiday abomination of a desk.”
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Christmas Dreaming (YGO United Winterfest Week 4)
Prompt: Wish/Dream/Hope
Also on AO3
Mokuba knows Santa Claus isn't real. But on days like today, when he's surrounded by the spirit of the season, does he wish he was.
People didn’t notice Mokuba Kaiba. Not unless Gozaburo wanted them to, at least. They didn’t notice the tiny boy’s hands grabbing treats and food off the long tables stacked with all the different Christmas treats he’d never had before. They didn’t notice the way he weaved his way in and out of the crowd, trying to find his brother so they could hang out together.
But it was no use, and he knew it. Seto was off being treated like a show pet, leaving Mokuba plenty of time to try and sneak snacks into his pockets to take home and eat after his bedtime. The towel he put in front of the door to block out any light coming from the bottom crack was already hidden in his bedding, and none of Gozaburo’s staff - or Gozaburo himself - were aware.
Mokuba reached up to grab another candy cane - this time not red and white, which piqued his curiosity - before he paused at the loud, deep voice and jolly laughter that cut through the air.
Ah… Santa Claus. Japan wasn’t big on Christmas, but everyone knew who Santa was, and since this was an international gala, it would make sense that Santa would make an appearance.
He could see the other younger children practically vibrating with excitement as Santa took a seat near the orchestra, on a large throne-like chair, followed by a long line of children who eventually got corralled by a person in an elf costume who had been trying to set up a camera and tripod, and who looked like they hadn’t gotten paid nearly enough for the job.
They probably didn’t, given Gozaburo’s tight purse strings to anything that wasn’t weapons or trying to upstage other CEOs.
“Mokuba,” Gozaburo said from behind him. Mokuba nearly choked on the piece of chocolate orange he’d popped into his mouth. “Will you be getting in line with the other children?”
To anyone else nearby that might overhear, it was a simple question a parent would ask their child. To Mokuba, however, he knew it was not a question, and was, in fact, a demand without saying as one.
“Of course I will, sir,” he replied without hesitation and scuttled in the direction of the growing line. Calling Gozaburo ‘father’ felt wrong, no matter how many times he and Seto had told him that was how he should be addressed.
Mokuba didn’t believe in Santa Claus. If he’d grown up with the tradition from his birth, or, at least, if his parents hadn’t died before Mokuba could form actual memories of them, it would have been easier for him to believe in the myth of an old man with a magical herd of reindeer that delivered presents to all the children in the world on Christmas Eve.
Still… he wanted to believe in him. He wanted to believe that if he wrote a letter, telling Santa what he wanted, that the gift would arrive on December 25th, and he would have what he wanted.
The problem was, what Mokuba wanted more than anything in the world was for Gozaburo to go away. For his brother to be freed from the shackles Gozaburo had put on him, and for the two of them to be able to live their lives in peace and comfort without a monster’s shadow looming over him.
Since ‘Santa’ was supposed to be a euphemism for ‘nice adults who would be buying the gifts’, that was the last thing he could ask of Gozaburo Kaiba.
“Ho ho ho!” Santa greeted Mokuba when he was plopped onto his lap by the elf. “And what’s your name, little boy?”
Ha, even if Mokuba had once believed in Santa, surely he would have known his name. But still, Mokuba played along. “Mokuba, sir.”
“And what do you want for Christmas, Mokuba?” Santa asked.
Mokuba had to pause and think, because with a snap of his fingers, he could get anything he wanted - Gozaburo apparently thought it was a waste of brain cells to question why Mokuba wanted anything he did.
“A new bike. Ten speed,” Mokuba replied, then paused to consider another option. “And maybe another art set.”
“A bike and an art set!” Santa repeated, as he had every other child’s wish to their more loving and supportive parents. “Don’t worry, Mokuba. I’ll make sure both are under the tree on Christmas morning.”
Mokuba smiled. “Thank you, Santa.”
“Don’t forget to pick up your photo from Twinkle.”
The elf had to not only control a huge line of rich kids, likely wasn’t getting paid enough, and had to pretend their name was Twinkle? The elf must have been having the worst day in the world. Still, Mokuba gave Santa a polite smile and got off his lap. He then moved to the small table lined with the polaroids that hadn’t been picked up yet, hands in his pockets.
"Gozaburo already asked Kemo to start looking at bikes," Seto drawled from behind him.
Mokuba turned and smiled. "That's good. I can't wait to see which one Kemo picks for me."
No, Mokuba was not a fool, he knew every gift he got from Gozaburo had been picked out by one of the bodyguards or housekeepers.
Seto’s lips twitched just slightly into what could have been a smile had they still been at the orphanage. “I’m sure it’ll be the best money can buy.”
Mokuba shifted his weight “Yeah. Sure. I’m sure you’ll ask him to make sure it’s also top rated for safety.” Because God knew Gozaburo wouldn’t think about that.
A hand came to rest on his head, ruffling his hair just slightly. Despite Gozaburo’s best efforts, Mokuba’s hair could not be tamed even for the fanciest of galas, so Seto mussing it up wouldn’t do any harm.
Gozaburo also couldn’t pull the two of them apart, no matter how many hours he forced Seto to work during the day, the two of them always found a way to be together in some capacity.
“Sometimes I wish Santa really was real,” Mokuba said, dropping his voice into a whisper when Twinkle set out another couple of new polaroids. Mokuba grabbed his polaroid once he saw the photo was fully revealed and started making his way back to the food table with Seto at his side.
“You do?” Seto questioned. “You wish Santa was real?”
Mokuba shrugged. “Nice old man that brings kids gifts every year? Who wouldn’t want something like that?”
Seto snorted and rolled his eyes. “It sounds too much like a fairytale anyway. We don’t live in that sort of world, Mokuba.”
“I know.” But he wished they did, desperately. It was about time Gozaburo got turned into a frog or a bug or something for being so mean to Seto. Maybe then Mokuba’s drawing of the Blue Eyes White Dragon flying him and Seto away from Kaiba Manor would come true. Or a Blue Eyes would eat Gozaburo.
Then again, that might give a dragon heartburn or something… Mokuba wouldn’t want to do that to an innocent dragon.
He hadn’t realized how late it was getting until he saw parents beginning to cradle sleepy children. Oh no… was it almost time for bed already?
Gozaburo’s shadow loomed over them, and Mokuba shoved the photo in his jacket pocket. “Mokuba, Seto, say goodbye to our guests.”
The goodbyes at these galas were just as boring as the greetings. A polite bow, a promise with the other children to play together if Gozaburo somehow got a personality transplant and let him and Seto make any friends.
Finally, though, it was time for bed. Mokuba carefully emptied his pockets of sweets and hid them in his nightstand drawer before folding his suit back the way the housekeepers liked it to be when they came to get it in the morning.
When he finished getting his pajamas on, he stood in front of the large window, looking up at the winter sky. It was clear tonight, the stars twinkling above him. If he squinted, he could picture Santa, being pulled by nine reindeer, one with a bright red nose, being used as a beacon of safe passage.
“I know deep down you’re not real,” he began, breath fogging the window as he spoke. “But if you are, my real Christmas wish would be for Gozaburo to go away. Somewhere he can’t hurt my brother and I ever again. I don’t really care about a bike, or an art kit. I just want my brother to be happy again. If someone could do that for me, I’d believe in them. In a heartbeat.”
With that, Mokuba turned, heading to his large, lonely bed to get some sleep.
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Kenma Kozume x Reader
~ Carnival games pull you in with big prizes without yielding many results. Kenma is aware of this but your optimism can get you in trouble.
This is yet another part of my 300 followers event which you could find HERE.
Your city's annual festival has come at last and you are more than excited to drag your boyfriend out of the house to be your date for all the festivities. Normally he would’ve objected to walking around in the hot sun surrounded by thousands of smelly people but the minute he saw the pleading look in your eyes you knew he wasn't able to reject your invitation. Especially after you promised to buy him an Apple Pie Funnel Cake at one of the booths.
So here you are walking around the fairgrounds eating your funnel cakes trying to decide what to do next.
Suddenly you see something big and fluffy out of the corner of your eye. Turning your head to get a better look you see the biggest stuffed bear you have ever seen in your life. Its big eyes track you as you walk past, begging you to take him home with you,
“Ken ken,” you say tugging on his sleeve and stopping him in his tracks.
“What is it?”
“Look at that big boy,” you say pointing to the bear with literal hearts in your eyes. “We have to take him home with us.”
“Y/n,” he sighs looking at the adorable mountain of fur that has seduced you with its pretty red bow and stitched smile. “That won't fit in our car and those games are always rigged.” “I’ll make it fit, Ken Ken.” you plead, looking into his golden eyes ignoring his warning about the integrity of the carnival game in favor of the prize.
“Fine, but you'll have to carry it.” he relents pulling out his wallet and heading towards the booth.
The bright colors of the balloon darts are a straight contrast to the operator. His dark smile and candy-striped waistcoat make you feel uneasy as you approach.
“Well hello there little lady, want to try ur luck at the balloon darts?” he coos using his wooden cane to bat at the dangling prizes above his head.
“Yeah, I think I wanna try it out.” you chirp as your boyfriend hands you some money for your first attempt at balloon darts.
“Wonderful, well all ya have ta do is hit three of them little balloons with these darts to win a prize.”
“Even that one? you say pointing up at the bear that enticed you to the stand.
His gaze follows your finger over to the plushie “Oh you mean Honey Pot? Well, he and I have been together for a while. But if you can pop a balloon with each dart then he’s all yours.”
“ Really! Do you mean that?“ You say happily moving over to the starting platform where a plate of darts sits. All the while Kenma stands back and carefully analyzes the booth with a cat-like gaze that sends shivers down the vendor's spine.
“Whatta bout you, young man, ya gonna give it a shot?” the man says, can I respond with a nonchalant sugar his shoulders turning attention back to you.
You pick up the first dart feeling the cool metal between your fingertips as you throw it towards a balloon. Whether it be skill or luck, somehow you manage to strike a low-hanging blue one and a bit of glitter comes out and sprinkles down to the pavement as you smile to yourself.
“Good throw, just a few more, and Honey Pot up there is all yours” the man cheers.
Feeling confident you throw another dart, It nails a smaller green balloon as glitter rains down again. “One more,” you murmur clenching your fist.
Picking up the last dart you take a deep breath in, as you exhale and release the dart simultaneously. It seems to be traveling in slow motion heading towards a small pink balloon in the center of the board
The dart strikes the center of the balloon but bounces off. It falls to the ground clanging against the pavement.
“Oh you were so close too!” the man tsks jutting out his bottom lip
“I hit the balloon… but it didn't pop, you had to have seen it,” you say pointing at the dart.
“Sorry, you’ve gotta pop the balloons to win the prize, wanna go again? He smiles holding out his hand.
Just as you are about to fork over more money Kenma finally makes his presence known. He gently grabs hold of your wrist and looks at you.
“I'll go this turn, you'll get your bear,” he murmurs into your ear taking his money from your hand. “I’ll play this time,” he says giving the money to the man and stepping up to the booth.
He carefully picks up the replaced metal darts and examines it carefully. “I’m ready,” he says staring at the man with an unblinking gaze.
Without a word, he picks up the first dart and carelessly tosses it to the floor. You look on in shock as he does the same thing with the other two.
“Oops, would you look at that I guess I lost”
“Ken, what was that for?” you ask gently reaching out to touch his shoulder. Your fingers grip his sleeve. Tugging him around you see a smirk has twisted over his features that has the booth operator shaking in his leather shoes.
His features soften when his eyes meet your own “Could you go and get us some drinks?” Kenma says before stepping towards the man with the smirk fully returned to his face “I’ll just be a minute.”
With a nod, you awkwardly step away from the booth wondering what in the hell just happened.
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Kenma watches as you walk away. Once he is sure you are out of sight he turns his attention back to the con man in front of him.
“ you know just as well as I do that she would’ve won that prize.”
Bees of sweat drip down the man’s forehead “I-I don’t know what you mean.”
“Yes you do, well she may not call you out on it but I will. You dulled the darts and the balloons in the center are elastic not rubber. No matter how many darts hit them they will not pop.” Kenna’s calm intensity turns into something more predatory.
The man nervously looks around, “hey, shuttup. If people hear you they’ll shut me down.”
“Give me the bear and I will.” you boyfriend barters.
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A few minutes pass as you head back to the booth drinks in hand seeing Kenma lean up against a wooden sign.
“Hey Ken ken, I got the drinks,” you say as he turns his head and greets you with that soft smile of his.
“And I got you this..” he says pushing aside the wooden sign to reveal the large stuffed bear you tried to get earlier.
Your eyes widen in shock“You won the game?”
“Not exactly, I just had a nice talk with the man, after we were done,”
“I seriously doubt that.”
#hq x reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#kenma kozume#kenma x you#kozume kenma#haikyuu fluff#kenma x reader#haikyu x reader#haikyuu fic#hq fluff#kenma x y/n#kenma x gender neutral reader#kozume kenma x reader#kozume kenma x you#kozume kenma x y/n#haikyū!!#haikyuu!!#x reader
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nick hands lucy a candy cane with just a smile and no explanation.
the look on her face is...perturbed as she reaches out to take it between her fingers. " you do realize it isn't even thanksgiving yet, correct? " now, it isn't as if lucy hates christmas. it's just hard for him to get excited when it's all about his enemy's kid. still, she doesn't want to be rude (yes, she does) and a gift is a gift. " thanks, in any case. i just don't understand why you're this happy this early. "
also? just so we're all aware-- this candy cane might end up in someone's neck.
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Olga-Marie Animusphere.
Decidedly, assuredly, not currently serving as the face of the Alien God. A young woman who died prior to his own relationship with Chaldea began in earnest but someone he was more than aware of. Someone who’s presence lingered in ways she likely was unaware of in her current state.
And someone who, he could only imagine, had lingered before her face had been taken by the Alien God. There were enough records to distinguish her from the being Itself, outside of the fact that their clothes were decidedly different.
Although he of all people knew one’s appearance was not necessarily the most apparent indicator of their identity, in this case, in this space, and in the absence of anything else to indicate otherwise, it was the truth he could discern without speaking, and so introductions were in order.
At least one would presume.
“Olga-Marie Animusphere. Our paths were not able to cross at Chaldea proper, but it is a pleasure to meet you now.” Unless the Alien God has taken to more modern fashions - doubtful, he imagined, and while there was part of him ignoring the social niceties of remarking on how decidedly not desecrated her posthumous appearance was, he could bite his tongue on this one.
“Sherlock Holmes, Ruler-Class Servant, although I certainly typically possess the capabilities to attain other classes.” A gloved finger tapped the end of his candy cane-cane. “Further introductions are likely unnecessary, but if you have any other questions, as this is clearly an example of,” In a split second, his mind flew with a flurry, books being pulled off shelves, papers, files, flying every which way. Metaphorically, imaginary, but oh so real at the same time, “Metaphysical reality, multiverse theory - all plausible, and done in many myriad ways in our own world. You may very well know what Chaldea has been up to in your absence.”
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Dec. 15 for Chevalier pls
Here you go Darling ^-^ I had way too much fun thinking this one up.
Day 15: Late Night Candy Canes
Prompt: “That candy cane won’t be the only thing you are going to be sucking tonight.”
Fandom: Ikemen Prince
Type of One-shot: NSFW - @voltage-vixen Tis the Season for Smut
Pairing: Chevalier x F!Reader
Warnings: oral (male receiving), petting, handjob, cum swallowing, fingering, multiple orgasms, vaginal penetration, slight impact play, hair pulling, riding, creampie
WC: 935
Asked for by: anon
Tagging: @toloveawarlord, @thewitchofbooks, @queen-dahlia. @sarahann-1984, @rhodolitesrose, @themysticalbeing, @kpop-and-otome, @2d-pocky @tele86 -If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.
The only sound you can hear is the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional turning of pages. It is beyond midnight, but without your lover you haven’t been able to sleep. You let out a soft sigh, finishing your fourth book that week and pick up another. Your reading habits haven't been this bad since you worked at the bookstore. You unwrap a candy cane and slip it in your mouth, absentmindedly kicking your legs as you read.
“You shouldn’t let your guard down so easily.” The voice elicits a gasp from you, startling you as you look up to see the King giving you an icy glare.
"Chevalier," You gasp, shutting your book and jumping up to hug him. You hear him snort, but after a minute his arms wrap around you and he squeezes you tight against him.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping?” He asks as you reluctantly let go. You both sit on the sofa and you snuggle into his side, your head resting near his lap.
“I couldn't sleep, so I decided to read," you explain, shivering as you feel his fingers brush your hair from your face. A comfortable silence falls between the two of you. Both of you are reading, and you suck on the candy cane, enjoying Chevalier's fingers trailing along your stomach and hips.
You are aware of his gaze on yours as you swirl your tongue over the candy cane, turning the page. Heat flushes your body under his gaze, his hand moving closer towards your breast.
“That candy cane won't be the only thing that you are going to be sucking tonight.” He growls, his hand pinching your nipple through your nightgown, eliciting a cry. Desire starts to pool in your core, longing finally affecting you after your time apart. You rest your candy cane on a plate, reaching up to his face to kiss him.
Your book long forgotten, you bring your hand to his pants, palming his erection through his pants as his tongue explores your lips. You slide down his body, kneeling on the couch. You unzip his pants with your teeth, feeling his hand play with your core through your underwear. Freeing his erection, you tease the tip with your tongue, feeling the King spank your ass until you finally take him in your mouth.
You take him all the way back, hollowing your cheeks to create a suction and drawing a low growl from the King's lips. His hand smooths over your ass pulling down your underwear and slipping a finger into your core.
“Fuck Belle, you are so wet" He slowly thrusts his finger and you hum around his cock, taking him back as for as you can.
You use your hands to stroke his length as you come up for a breath, enjoying the lightheaded, heart racing sensations. He adds a second finger, hissing as your tongue teases the vein under his head and he thrusts harder. Your moans vibrate his cock, your steady ministrations driving him closer. His free hand laces in your hair, as his thighs tense. With a husky growl of your name he shoves your head down, and you take him back all the way, letting him cum down your throat.
"Good girl Belle, swallow it all and open your mouth." He commands and you look up, showing him mouth, moaning when he adds a thumb to your clit.
“Chev -” you start, but it ends in a moan as he yanks on your hair, bringing your gaze to his.
“Keep your eyes on me, I want to watch you cum” He commands, keeping his grip firm on your hair. A silent "Yes my King” leaves your lips as you focus on his eyes. The pressure on your clit increases and a third finger is added to your core and you curl your toes struggling to keep your eyes focused as your pleasure builds. You whimper, a smirk forming on Chevalier’s lips.
“Chevalier!” you cry, your orgasm flooding your body and your eyes roll back as your body clenches his fingers making a mess all over them.
“Come here Belle'' Chevalier barely gives you any time to calm down, instead helping you straddle his waist. You meet his lips in a passionate kiss as you sink onto his cock, taking him in one smooth motion. You dig your fingers into his shoulder, stilling and adjusting to the feeling of him inside you.
Chevalier gets impatient, fingers finding your hips as he takes over guiding you, his hips rock into yours, setting a rough relentless pace. You keep your forehead pressed to his, eyes drifting down. You are entranced watching his cock thrust into you, his thighs working and your legs trembling. You can feel the pleasure building in your core, your nails digging into his shoulders as you bounce, scraping nice red lines into his skin. Your climax hits you out of nowhere, shock waves rippling through every nerve as you cry out his name.
The clenching of your cunt rips the orgasm out of Chevalier with a gowl. He pulls you down on cock, filling you to the brim as he spills his seed. The warm ropes of cum hit your walls and you whine as you feel his cock pulse inside you. You rest against him as he adjusts his grip, making no move to pull out of you. Chevalier opens a book while you rest your head on his shoulder and wrap your arms around his chest, slowly starting to drift off.
"I missed you,” you mumble, his scent putting you to sleep before your brain can process anything else.
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Otis Driftwood in Candy Cane// 724 words
nsfw, DARK FIC, Contains; blood/gore, non-con, low-key psychological torture, otis is. kinda his own warning
*shoves this at you and runs away* I don't know what this is, easily the most messed up thing I've ever written, don't look at me
“Don’t you just look so pretty like this?”
“No--”
“No?” He crammed his fingers into your mouth until you couldn't help but gag. “Don’t be so modest. Irritating.” All you could taste was red.
“Stop,” Otis pushed his two fingers into your stomach, the wound squelching around them and you cried out, tears springing fresh from your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. “Stop.”
Otis brought his other hand to your mouth. “Shush, shhh.” He thrust his fingers deeper into you and your head rolled to the side, your eyes unable to focus.
You were floating. There was not enough air. He was in your mouth again, force feeding you your own blood off his pale fingers. You tried to say something but it was useless until he was shoving them into the wound again. “Hurts.” He was laughing, your voice was pathetic and small; “You’re hurting me.”
“You’re hurting me!” He mocked. His blood-soaked hand grabbed her chin, making her face him. You blinked, trying to concentrate. Your mouth was hanging open, drool clinging to your lips. “It’s supposed to hurt, that’s what I wanna do.” Your eyes fluttered closed. “Hey,” He smacked you across the cheek. “Hey. Pay attention.”
You were so tired. You slumped your chin into his hand. He was hitting you again. You swallowed and pulled your eyes open, it wasn’t fair.
“Just wanna see those eyes, c’mon now.” You met his eyes and wanted to cringe away from him. His eyes seemed orange in the late afternoon sunlight coming in from the window behind him. Orange, hungry and inhuman.
“Don’t wanna… be here.” Tears were falling down your cheeks, cutting through the grime and blood and sweat that coated your face. He laughed at you. It hurt.
“I know, sweetie. I brought’cha here. You don’t wanna be here at all.”
You tried to focus and stare back at him. “Lemme go.”
He laughed again, by now a familiar sound. But then there was a new sound, a quick metal sound that you had heard a thousand times before but for whatever reason you couldn't place it. Otis groaned. You should be afraid, disgusted by what was about to happen, you knew that but you couldn't connect the dots.
His hand was on your throat and you didn’t have enough awareness to fight. He steadied himself by putting another hand on your shoulder. His fingers were prodding at the gaping hole in her stomach, the pain made you dry heave. “Quiet.” The hand at your neck tightened. Your eyes glazed over. Something was wrong. Neck. Shoulder. Stomach. He was touching you all over but… he only had the two hands. You brought your eyes to met him, too horrified to see what he was doing. As the hole closed, he groaned again as he pulled you closer by the shoulder, shutting those strange orange eyes.
It was wrong. This shouldn’t be happening. You screamed as his hips met your abdomen but it sounded far away. The red made everything go in easier. Your screamed devolved into wimpers of protest and his hand moved from your neck to your face, pushing his thumb past your lips almost gently. You wondered what he was saying, you could feel only the vibrations of his voice and the all-consuming dread. You met his eyes again; he liked that, moving faster into you. You could see stars surrounding his sneering face. And there was praise now, you hadn’t even noticed you’d been sucking the blood off his thumb like a suckling vampire bat. The grip on your shoulder was bruising, a moan of pain past your lips.”Like this? Like this, huh?” You had no answers. He groaned as he finished, your exposed red and visera suddenly painted white. You started to sob again, this wasn’t something anyone was supposed to feel. It stung your insides, your eyes went wide as you retched around the thumb in your mouth. You wanted him out. Fingers, extremities, everything. But Otis stayed just like that as he came, he stayed just like that until the final aftershocks had passed. When he pulled out, you could see how harshly the red had stained his snow white skin. You were crying, but you barely noticed until he brushed your tears away, further spreading blood across your face.
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