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joeys-babe · 5 months

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Joey B Blurbs: Santa

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Summary: You and Joe decorate the Christmas tree with your little family.

Warnings: Sweet fluff, slight dirty talk, illusions to smut

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*December 1, 2023* - Before pregnancy is known

It was an off day for Joe, so now that I finally had my husband away from football, It was time to decorate the tree.

We’d spent the morning decorating the outside of the house, and the inside, so now all that was left was the tree.

He ‘engaged’ his ‘football muscles’ and got the Christmas decorations out of the garage, along with the tree.

Tyson and Miles stood so small next to the Christmas tree as they looked up at it in astonishment.

Though it was bare, it was enticing to them.

I forced Joe to put on his Christmas PJs from last year as I did the same. The boys had outgrown theirs, so we will get a new set this year for Christmas Eve.

“Do I look dumb?” - Joe

Since last year, Joe has gained significant muscle, and the shirt was practically wearing him. Though it was clear that he'd need a bigger size this year, he looked so hot.

“You look delicious.” - you ran your hands over his arms

“I feel like my chest is going to bust the shirt open.” - Joe grumbled

“Hopefully.” - you mumbled

“What was that?” - Joe smirked

“Nothing!” - you turned to run away

Before I could even get a foot away, Joe grabbed my arm and pulled me back into him. With a harsh smack on the ass, his lips attached to mine.

“You’re gonna find yourself on the naughty list, Mama.” - Joe grinned

“Gonna stuff my stocking with coal?” - you

“Oh, I’ll stuff your stocking with something.” - Joe

“Joseph Lee!” - you swatted at his chest

Joe’s hands remained on my ass as he gave me a hard squeeze. With a dirty grin on his lips, he leaned forward to kiss me, but the moment was ruined before he could.

“Mama!” - Miles yelled without taking his eyes off of the tree

After wiggling out of his grasp, I heard Joe groan out of annoyance as I walked away.

I flashed him a glare and he followed behind me into the living room.

“What's up, bub?” - you

“We help decorate?” - Tyson

“Of course, you guys can help me and Daddy decorate the tree!” - you

“Wait what-” - Joe

The boys cheered before running into the kitchen where the boxes of ornaments were.

“Baby, I bring the boxes in. That’s my part. I don't decorate.” - Joe

“Now you do.” - you smiled

“y/n…” - Joe

I walked towards him with a pleading look on my face.

“Please, Joey…” - you batted your eyelashes for extra measure

Joe narrowed his eyes at me before defeatedly sighing.

“Fine.” - Joe

“Yay! I love you.” - you

Leaning forward to kiss him, I was met with his finger stopping my lips.

“On one condition.” - Joe

“What?” - you

“I get to change out of these pajamas.” - Joe

“Absolutely not!” - you

“Why?” - Joe smiled

“Because you look sexy as hell.” - you smiled and traced his pecks with your finger

I watched him suck in a breath when I placed my hand on his lower stomach, dangerously close to his crotch.

“Okay, I'll keep ‘em on.” - Joe

“Thank you, my love.” - you kissed his cheek

“You’re really on the naughty list now.” - Joe

“Only Santa can decide that, Joe.” - You

“I think he's gonna pay you a visit later.” - Joe winked

I knew exactly what that meant. As a joke, a couple of years ago, I bought Joe a sexy Santa suit as a gag gift, but he ended up liking it.

Now, every December, it would get pulled out of the garage, and I’d be told I was on the ‘naughty list’.

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An hour later, the ornaments were all on the tree, and all that was left was the star.

“I put it on?” - Tyson

“No, me!” - Miles

“You both can.” - Joe

I looked at him confused but he instructed me on how we'd get it done.

“You pick Miles up, I'll pick up Tyson. They can each have a hand on the star and put it on.” - Joe

“Good idea, babe!” - you

“Thank you.” - Joe jokingly took a bow

Moments later, we were lifting the boys in the air as they put the star on the tree.

“Good job, boys!” - you smiled as you and Joe put them back down

Joe and I laughed when Tyson and Miles did a celebratory high-five with each other.

“Okay, now it's bedtime.” - you

“No!!” - Tyson and Miles said in sync

“Aye, you guys don't say no to your mama. Let's go.” - Joe

I watched Joe lead the boys to the stairs before he turned back around and walked to me.

His arms wrapped around my waist as he whispered in my ear.

“I’ll be right back.” - Joe

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Joe kept his promise and was back downstairs in ten short minutes, I was sitting on the couch watching the wood in the fireplace burn.

He had a sense of giddiness in his long strides to the garage.

A few minutes later he walked back into the living room in that Santa suit.

I couldn't help but giggle at his appearance. Flaming red pants with a matching jacket, no shirt on underneath as it was completely unbuttoned. The hat on top of his head and the grin on his face were the icing on the cake.

“Have you been a good girl this year?” - Joe

“I don't know Santa, you tell me.” - you grinned

Joe waltzed up to me, and the angle of him towering over me was so hot.

I ran my hand over his bare lower stomach before he plopped down onto the couch next to me.

“C’mere.” - Joe patted his thick thighs

Immediately doing his bidding and straddling his lap, Joe’s big hands found their places on my hips.

“What do you want for Christmas?” - Joe grinned

“For Santa to give me a nice kiss.” - you

A dirty grin formed on his lips as he leaned forward and pressed his lips onto mine.

If only you two knew about the pair of little eyes that were watching you, that had by now run back to his room.

When Tyson got back to the bedroom he immediately shook his twin brother awake.

“Miles.” - Tyson blabbered

“Hm?” - Miles

“I saw Mommy kissing Santa Clause.” - Tyson

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Authors note: The ending was the OG idea and I just had to find a way to write something to include it. 💀

MERRY CHRISTMAS, to those that celebrate! I hope today is one of the best holidays ever… and this is my gift to you! 🫶

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

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dancinglikebutterflywings · 18 days

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Christmas Tree | Bang Chan

-> Pairing: Bang Chan x Reader

-> Request: No. This is a repost from my old account.

-> Synopsis: Reader goes Christmas Tree shopping with her boyfriend.

-> Warnings: Established relationship. Christmas themed.

-> Word Count: 648

-> Requests: Open.

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“What colours should we do this year?” Y/N asks Chan as they walk down a row of Christmas Trees, some shorter than them and others at least a foot taller. “We did red and green last year. I was thinking blue, white and silver this year.”

She looks to her boyfriend who seems to be looking at the trees, but she can see in his eyes that he’s a million miles away. He quickly comes back to reality when she steps in front of him causing him to walk into her, his arms automatically going around her to stop her from falling backwards.

“Glad to see you’re back with me again,” she teases him, letting him know that she’s not annoyed.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he apologises and kisses her forehead. “What were you saying?” he asks feeling slightly embarrassed. He didn’t mean to get caught up in thinking about the upcoming schedules him and the guys have over the holidays.

“I was thinking about decorating the tree blue, white and silver this year,” she says, moving out of his arms and taking his hand as they continue walking through the rows of trees waiting to be picked and taken to their new homes.

“Sounds good. Have you already got the decorations?” he asks, pulling her closer into his side and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

She nods. After spending yesterday morning doing her Christmas shopping, she bought some decorations to decorate her small apartment and the tree. “I bought some while I was doing my Christmas shopping.

A smirk makes its way on to Chan’s face. “What did you get me for Christmas?” he questions her, his tone light and teasing.

“Coal,” she returns his teasing and comes to a stop in front of a tree. “This is the one!” she exclaims excitedly.

Chan looks at her like she’s completely lost her mind as he looks between her and the tree. In front of them was a tree shorter than him, branches sticking out in all different directions, and barely any foliage on it. It’s the most hideous tree he’s ever seen. Even the cheap fake trees looked better than this one.

“Are you sure you want this one?”

“I’m positively sure I want this one,” she affirms her decision. “I know it’s ugly, but it still deserves a little love.”

“Whatever my baby wants, my baby gets,” smiling he pulls her into his side and kisses the top of her head.

An hour later Chan and Y/N are back at her apartment. The ugly Christmas tree is set up in the corner of her living room with lights draped around it. The young couple have spent the last five minutes placing the baubles on the limited branches the tree has. To finish it off Y/N places a star she decorated with a Bang Chan photo card she had duplicates of.

It takes Chan a few minutes to realize his face is on the star but when he does, he’s unsure of what to say as his face flushes red.

“You’re my star,” Y/N grins, looking proud of her handmade creation. She was in no way a creative genius like her boyfriend and 7 children, and it took a few attempts to get the cardboard star the perfect shape and the perfect shade of silver but when she finally did, she couldn’t be happier and prouder of herself.

“Look what I found?” he says, pulling out the plastic mistletoe decoration from the box that held the old decorations. He raises it above his head and looks at her expectantly.

“You know you don’t need mistletoe to kiss me,” she says moving closer to him. Holding herself back from kissing him, she keeps at least an inch of distance between them.

“Just kiss me,” he softly demands, cupping her face and closing the distance between them, kissing her.

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promptfairy · 6 months

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❥ 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐘 [ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂 ] .

change gendered language & add context to your needs . happy roleplaying !! ♡

“ last christmas , i gave you my heart . ” “ i kept my distance , but you still caught my eye . ” “ tell me , do you recognize me ?? ” “ now i know what a fool i’ve been . ” “ if you kissed me now , i know you’d fool me again . ” “ i was hiding from you & your soul of ice . ” “ my god , i thought you were someone to rely on . ” “ i guess i was just a shoulder to cry on . ” “ now i’ve found a real love ; you’ll never fool me again . ” “ i thought you were here to stay . ” “ how could you love me for only a day ?? ” “ i thought you were someone special . ” “ i don’t want a lot for christmas . ” “ i don’t care about the presents underneath the christmas tree . ” “ i just want you for my own , more than you could ever know . ” “ make my wish come true . ” “ all i want for christmas is you . ” “ i won’t even wish for snow . ”

“ i’m just gonna keep on waiting underneath the mistletoe . ” “ i’m feeling christmas all around . ” “ it’s hard to focus when i see him walking across the room . ” “ i’m avoiding every mistletoe until i know it’s true love . ” “ i want to let you unwrap me . ” “ this year , i’ve got to be smart . ” “ later , we’ll have some pumpkin pie & do some caroling . ” “ in the meadow , we can build a snowman . ” “ it’s the most wonderful time of the year . ” “ you are my home for all seasons . ” “ please don’t cry , it’s christmas . ” “ i only want you under my mistletoe . ” “ i might change your contact to ‘ has a huge north pole . ’ ” “ i’ve been a bad girl , i guess i’m getting coal . ” “ let me come warm you up , you’ve been out in the snow . ” “ you’re my wishlist . ” “ looking at you’s got me thinking christmas . ” “ it’s been a long , hard year . ”

“ let’s hope the snow will make christmas right . ” “ sure it’s madness , but it’s magic . ” “ i just want a cozy little christmas here with you . ” “ you’re the only one i’m wishing for . ” “ we were dreamers not so long ago . ” “ there’s no time to waste ; there’s so much to celebrate . ” “ tell me what’s on your wishlist , i wanna make it come true . ” “ i don’t think i’m gonna make it through the winter , babe . ” “ santa won’t bring you somebody who loves you more than me . ” “ you’re gonna leave me all alone ?? on christmas ?? ” “ can’t we just snuggle underneath the tree by the fireplace ?? ” “ you know i make those cookies you like . ” “ maybe this christmastime , you’ll finally realize that i could be the one to give you everything you want . ” “ greeting cards have all been sent . ” “ i still have one wish to make . ” “ in my dreams , i’m christmasing with you . ” “ every day is a holiday when i’m near to you . ” “ if there is love in your heart & your mind , you will feel like christmas all the time . ” “ merry christmas , darling . ”

#sentence starters #sentence meme #christmas starters #christmas meme #rp starters #rp meme #rp prompts #roleplay starters #roleplay meme #roleplay prompts #never realized how many h*rny christmas songs there are until i made this lol #also sorry for all the random spaces tumblr has made formatting these literally impossible & like for no reason

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rosewaterandivy · 5 months

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Award season starts tomorrow and I can’t help but think of actor Steve and rockstar girlfriend attending all these award shows. And the public isn’t aware of their engagement until they hit the red carpet at the golden globes and anytime a reporter asks about the ring they both act coy 🥹

You are so right for that baby!

Regardless of the awards show, the prep remains the same: Steve doing fuck-all until the last possible minute, while you get poked and prodded within an inch of your life for the majority of the day before getting quite literally sewn into a gown for the rest of the evening. And he feels for you, really he does because it’s not fair that you’ll be raked over the coals for the slightest perceived misstep— choice of designer, amount of jewelry, hairstyle, makeup, etc.— while he can just show up in a Thom Browne suit and call it a day.

As much as he’d like to whisk you away, back to the cosy mountain chalet and honeymoon engagement haze (he very much misses the days of you running around an oversized cashmere sweater, illuminated by the lights of the Christmas tree— even better were the times when you were wearing the engagement ring only), awards season beckons. And you take it all in stride, god does he love you for that.

Vickie had absconded with you not long after breakfast and Steve hasn’t seen or heard from you in hours at this point. It’s torture and he finds it’s something he’d rather not take part in again. Robin is doing what she can to keep him occupied, going over upcoming projects and reminding him of his schedule while he idly sips from his drink. He half-heartedly keeps up with a texting conversation with Eddie, speculating on the ridiculous red carpet interview questions and whether or not you’ll be wearing something that will make Steve weak in the knees.

The answer is always yes, and Ed’s got odds in favor a brief exit during the awards ceremony that will have Steve returning slightly flushed with a dazed look in his eye.

“Rally the troops,” your voice startles him from the entryway. “Harrington, let’s get this show on the road!”

Robin shoots him a knowing smirk and follows him into the foyer. Vickie stands behind you, her hands full with her clutch and yours, free hand carrying the excess black fabric of your gown.

And holy shit, Steve is in for a rough evening.

Hasn’t even gotten to the venue yet and he’s already slipping. Robin claps a hand on his shoulder with a wicked grin, “Deep breaths Steve, keep ‘em coming.”

He doesn’t know where to look first— your tits pressed against the black fabric, looking as if they could spill from the corset any second now, the high slit of the skirt showing an expanse of your thigh bracketed by a black garter and stocking drawing the eye down to an impressive heel that makes your legs look positively delectable, or the prominent gleam of the sparkler on your ring finger affixed over the black sheer opera gloves on your arms.

Steve wants to fall on his knees to grovel and beg you to skip the ceremony and let him worship you for hours instead.

The man is simply not going to make it.

When his eyes finally make their way back to yours, he raises a solitary brow as you wiggle your fingers in the gloves. “Yeah?” He asks with a nod to the ring on your left hand.

You smile so sweet and he swears he’s falling in love again.

Christ Harrington, get a fucking grip.

“Yeah,” you say, soft and low, extending your hand to fall into his. “Always.”

The Golden Globes was always fun.

Drinks and carousing, an atmosphere of humor and frivolity. Plus, Eddie always managed to sneak his way to Steve’s table with his screenwriter girlfriend in tow. He’d have you snickering and laughing more than the host could ever hope to, making it a boon for the camera operators to zip by for a shot of your table. Steve, ever the professional, had honed a poker face over years of these events. You, however, had decidedly not and, as a result, various memeable moments had occurred thanks to yours truly.

Eddie had one as your contact photo, as a matter of fact.

Before you can relax and settle in for the show, the red carpet had to be walked. In years past, Steve had braved it alone and done the perfunctory interviews, graciously dodging any inquiries about your relationship per the PR team’s advice. And you had done the same for the AMAs and Grammy’s. It was a good system and it worked a treat, occupying the media outlets with soundbites and quotes while one of you walked in after last call and bypassed the entire circus.

But this year…

“Steve! Cherry!”

A cacophony of voices calling your names as you step onto the red carpet and stand for photo call. As you exited the car, Vickie all but threw the black clutch at you, waving her left hand all the while. Now, the supple leather was safely in your grasp, effectively blocking your left hand from prying eyes. Steve’s arm winds around your back, settling his large hand at the small of your back.

His thumb moves in soothing circles against the fabric, pulling you close as the flashbulbs fire. “You look down right evil tonight,” he murmurs, voice pitched low, breath fanning against the sensitive skin of your neck. “Anything to say for yourself?”

You smother a laugh and look back over your shoulder, spotting Eddie. “I plead the fifth.”

As you wave him over, Eddie wolf-whistles loud enough to wake the dead. He cackles and drags his girlfriend over by the hand. “Damn girl, can I call you sometime?”

Rolling your eyes, you tug him into the photo. “Edward, you know I cannot be held responsible for the varied ways in which Steve will kill you.”

His girlfriend huffs a laugh, “That makes two of us then.”

A few photos are taken of the four of you before the handlers single out Steve. He parts from you reluctantly, dropping a kiss on your brow before he leaves. “You’re paying for that later, y’know.”

“Sure, honey,” you brush him off with a smile, “We’ll see if you can walk the talk once I’m through with you.”

He nearly stumbles at that, earning another laugh from Eddie.

“Steve!” The reporter crows into the mic, waving him over, “So good to see you, thanks for stopping by.”

“You as well, and thanks for having me.”

Steve hates this part. Well, truthfully he loathes most of his charade, but he’s not about to bite the hand that feeds him. Give a little, get a little, or so his publicist says. She prattles on about something or other— his nomination or upcoming projects, he’s not really sure— and turns back to him.

“Congratulations on your nominations tonight, but are additional congratulations called for? Maybe for you and certain Grammy award winning artist?”

“Oh thank you very much,” he effuses with a smile. “You mean Eddie over there?” He glances over his shoulder, finding the long-haired man easily. “I mean we’ve been buddies for a while—“

The reporter laughs, “Not exactly, but it is nice to see him here supporting you.”

Steve refrains from rolling his eyes, “He’s supporting Liz Finch. She’s nominated for best original screenplay, but I’m sure you already know that.”

You slowly turn, catching the last part of Steve’s clipped response, eyes narrowing. ‘Be. Nice.’ you mouth at him, knowing he should’ve eaten something before you left the house.

“Of course, my apologies.” The reporter has enough sense to look abashed, “I just meant that it’s nice to see the four of you together, supporting one another.”

He hums in assent, eyes trailing you as you chat with a few friends making the rounds. Their eyes generally fall to your left hand, still hidden behind the clutch you’re carrying, curious as you exchange pleasantries.

Steve does his level best with the remaining interviews, but they always try and cajole a confirmation from him either about his relationship with you or a potential engagement. Little do they know that behind that little black bag, nestled just underneath your engagement ring, sits a wedding band.

To his mind, it really doesn’t matter if he comes home with a Golden Globe tonight because he’s already won something better than another statuette or accolade: a rockstar wife.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #modern actor!steve #fic: hmlahr #awards season blurbs #cee’s got mail!

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mellowsadistic · 1 year

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“Merry Christmas, sweetheart!” Fae’s boyfriend cooed at her, a smirk playing around his mouth. “What do you think Father Christmas got you this year? Do you think he’s going to let you be a big girl again?”

Fae looked up with a mixture of hope and apprehension on her face. She fidgeted with the ridiculous little Santa outfit Daddy had dressed her in that morning, and blushed as she heard her nappy crinkling noisily beneath her bottom.

“Can I?” she blurted desperately. It had been a whole year since she’d gotten so drunk at a Christmas party that she’d kissed some random guy, and her boyfriend had decided to put her back in diapers as punishment, to reflect her “immature behaviour”. A whole year of going to the toilet in her own pants, of calling her boyfriend “Daddy”, of begging him for nappy changes and getting spanked for the slightest bit of misbehaviour. “I mean, will Father Christmas let me?” she corrected hastily, still looking up at her boyfriend pleadingly.

He cocked his head as if considering, but his eyes were glinting sadistically. “I’m not so sure, sweetie,” he said in mock uncertainty. He smiled at her. “I think you might need another year of diaper discipline before you really learn your lesson.”

Tears filled Fae’s eyes at once. “But I’ve been so good, Daddy!” she wailed. “I’ve been good for months and months! I have! I’ve been giving you blowjobs every morning, just like you told me! And I always swallow, even though I hate it… And I do all the cleaning in my maid’s uniform like a good girl! And… And…”

“And you threw a very naughty tantrum over your Halloween costume back in October,” her boyfriend interrupted.

“But you made me wear baby clothes, Daddy! Everyone could see my nappy!”

“And the babysitter said you were very rude to her last week,” he continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “She said you were complaining about how you didn’t want to be bossed around by a girl who was barely out of school.”

“But Daddy, she was making me sing along to stupid toddler songs!”

“And don’t forget how fussy you were during dinner last night, little lady.”

“That was only because you made me wear my Hello Kitty bib in front of your parents! Please Daddy, it’s not fair! It’s just so embarrassing!”

“That’s enough, little girl,” he cut across her sternly, and Fae let out an involuntary whimper. “I don’t want to hear any more complaining. Besides, it’s not like you can go back to being a grown-up just like that. For one thing I’m going to have to potty train you again before you’re allowed out of nappies.”

“But I’m already potty trained!” Fae whined. “I’m not a baby! I don’t need… I don’t need…” she trailed off as a sudden warmth enveloped her private parts. Then she let out a gasp. She was peeing!

“What were you saying, little one?” Fae’s Daddy asked her, eyebrow raised, as his infantilized girlfriend lifted the hem of her Santa dress in shock, exposing the diaper between her legs as it filled rapidly with a strong gush of wee-wee.

Fae stared down at her sagging, pissy nappy for a few seconds, and then she burst into tears. “No, no, no!” she sobbed, slamming her fists against the floor petulantly. “I don’t wanna be incontinent! I’m not a baby! I’m NOT! I’m a big girl! I’m a… I’m a…” She broke off with a loud grunt. She clutched at her tummy with a look of horror on her face, and then, quite suddenly, she bent forward and began uncontrollably filling the seat of her nappy with a big, yucky mess.

“Awww, are you making a present for Daddy, baby?” Fae’s boyfriend taunted, watching with delight as his girlfriend grunted and strained to poop her pants like an overgrown toddler, her pretty face bright red with the effort and humiliation of soiling herself. “Or is Santa leaving a lump of coal in your diaper?”

“Please Daddy!” Fae sobbed, as her nappy sagged so low that it touched the carpet. “Please turn me back! I don’t wanna be a dumb baby anymore!”

“It’s okay, darling,” her Daddy said gently, kneeling down and pulling his teary-eyed girlfriend into a cuddle. “I know it’s humiliating, sweetheart, but that’s the point. The embarrassment of being an oversized, diaper-dependent toddler-woman will help to keep you in your place. And maybe if you’re a very good girl for the next year, Daddy will think about getting you potty trained. Okay, precious?”

Fae sniffled, her crying dying down, and nodded her head. “Can I please haf a nappy change, Daddy?” she asked meekly, slipping a little into the baby-talk she knew he liked to hear. The loaded diaper on her bottom felt disgusting.

“I’m afraid not, baby,” he said firmly. “You threw a little tantrum just now, right after Daddy told you he didn’t want to hear any more complaining, so I think spending the rest of the day with a stinky present in your pants is exactly what you need. I’ll change you at bedtime.”

Fae concentrated on the yucky feeling in her nappy, on how stinky it was, on the way it squished against her skin at the slightest movement, and imagined spending the whole of Christmas day waddling around with the same full diaper taped around her hips. Her lower lip trembled, and she burst into tears once again.

#mellowsadistic

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smilingformoney · 6 months

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Rickmas 2023: Day 15. Cards and Coals | PL/Reader

AN: This one dedicated to @serenanight87 who keeps begging for more smut and is definitely getting coal in her stocking this year 😏

Content warning: set in a rehab clinic, mentions of suicide

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You had been in the rehab clinic for a little over three months now, and it was starting to look like you were going to be there over Christmas too. You could always discharge yourself, of course, as you were there voluntarily, but really you knew it was the right thing to stick around.

You were alone in the rec room, writing out a Christmas card to your family with a cigarette between your lips, when you heard the voice of one of the orderlies showing a new patient around.

“Oh, and there’s [Y/n]! Her room is right across from yours. [Y/n], you’ve got a new neighbour! This is Paul.”

You looked up to see that your new neighbour was a man in his late forties and strikingly handsome with a mop of blonde hair.

“Everyone calls me PL,” the handsome man said. He seemed stable enough, but then again so did a lot of people in this place until something went wrong.

“Well, how about I leave you two to get to know each other?” the orderly said before scurrying off, leaving you alone with PL.

You leaned back and looked him up and down as he sat down across the table from you with a sigh.

“Let’s see…” you said thoughtfully. “Suicide attempt?”

PL raised an eyebrow at you. “What makes you think that?”

“I have a radar for these sorts of things,” you grinned. “What’d you do?”

“Would you believe me if I said I was innocent?”

You laughed.

“Go on, you can tell me, it gets out eventually. I’ll show you mine, look.”

You pushed back your hair slightly to show him an angry red mark on the side of your head.

“My mam always did say I had a thick skull. Can’t even shoot myself right.”

PL stared at you, flabbergasted. “You shot yourself and survived?”

“Bullet couldn’t get past my skull. Rubbish bullet, if you ask me. Go on, then. I showed you mine, you show me yours.”

“I really didn’t try to kill myself,” PL insisted. “I slipped and fell into the bay. Doctors wouldn’t listen when I said it was an accident.”

“Ah… so you’re here involuntarily. Good luck with that! You’ll never get out.” You took a last puff from your cigarette and stumped it out. You glanced down at his hands, which were fidgeting slightly on the table. “Got a wife outside?” you asked.

“No. Got a husband?”

You scoffed. “Nope. Wanna fuck?”

“Do you proposition every newcomer here?”

“Nah. Just the hot ones. How about it? It has been a very long three months.”

PL looked you up and down, then shrugged. “Alright.”

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A few minutes later, having dodged being spotted going back to the same room by an orderly, the door to your room closed behind you as PL pushed you up against it and locked his lips against yours. You opened your lips to let his tongue slip past, and already his hands were on your body, grabbing hungrily at you. You were horny and lonely, and he was hot, so you grabbed at him too, your lips separating briefly as you both pulled your tops off.

PL hesitated, staring at your body, one hand on your hip while the other caressed your breast through your bra.

“How old are you?” he asked quietly.

“Twenty-five. You?”

“Forty-nine. That alright?”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

He bent down on one knee and began nuzzling at your breasts, his nose caressing your skin as his tongue teased along the edge of your bra. He unzipped your trousers and pulled them down to your knees, causing you to gasp as the cold air hit your skin. His fingers danced along the edge of your knickers, then slid past to caress your lower lips.

Not having had sex in three months, you hadn’t groomed in all that time, but that didn’t seem to bother him. PL pulled down the cup of your bra and attached his lips to your nipple, at the same time pushing a finger up into you, easily aided by the liquid that had been pooling down there since you’d first laid eyes on him.

“Oh, fuck - PL…” you gasped, surprised that he was taking his time to explore you before even unzipping his trousers. You’d expected him to just ram it in as soon as he could, like every guy you’d ever been with before, but he seemed to be actually enjoying exploring your body.

Another finger joined the first, and you let out an embarrassing little whine when he scissored open his fingers, stretching your walls out. He let out a satisfied hum when he heard how much you were enjoying it, then with his spare hand he reached around your chest to unclasp your bra, which you promptly tossed aside.

PL released your breast from his mouth with a pop, leaving a shiny red mark behind around your nipple. He looked up at you, his amber eyes alight with mischief, and began thrusting his fingers up into you rapidly.

You cried out, and he had the nerve to shush you.

“Don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?” he said quietly, nodding at the door you were currently pressed up against.

“Bed,” you managed to say.

“If you insist.”

He withdrew his fingers from inside you, helped you step out of your trousers, and chuckled when you eagerly scurried over to your bed, which was hopefully far enough away that any orderlies walking by wouldn’t hear you. They never heard you touching yourself, or if they did they ignored it, but by the size of the bulge in PL’s trousers, you suspected you were going to be feeling a lot more pleasure today.

You sat on the side of the bed, and as soon as he got close enough, you hooked your finger under his waistband and pulled him closer.

“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled.

“Someone hasn’t been fucked in three months,” you replied with a grumble.

“Is that what you want?”

PL grabbed your wrists in his hands, stilling your fumbling attempts to get his trousers off.

“Do you want me to fuck you, [Y/n]?”

You looked up at him, and your cross expression only made him laugh.

“Yes. I think I made that pretty clear. Fucking ruin me, PL.”

“And you’re just across the hall from me…” PL said thoughtfully. He released your wrists from his grip, only to squeeze your cheeks to open your mouth, and he slid his fingers past your lips, and you tasted yourself on him.

“Suck me clean,” he growled. “Go on, I want to see how skilled you are with those lips of yours.”

You obeyed, wrapping your lips around his fingers entirely, your tongue running up and down his digits to lick your juices from his fingers. He watched you with a burning desire in his eyes while you took the opportunity while he was distracted to pull his trousers down, and you couldn’t help gasping around his fingers when his cock bounced out of his boxers. You could tell from his bulge that he was big, but you hadn’t realised he was that big.

PL chuckled and withdrew his fingers from your mouth. You reached for his cock, your mouth already open to take him, but he pulled your head back.

“Ah-ah,” he said, shaking his head. “If you do that, I might well finish before we get started. You said you wanted to fuck, and fuck we shall. Get on your back.”

“Yes, Daddy,” you said obediently, pushing yourself up the bed to lay your head on the pillows.

A strange look crossed PL’s face. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, sorry. Just slipped out.”

“It’s alright.” He pulled the rest of his clothes off until he was as naked as you, then climbed on top of you, crushing you beneath him with his weight, and you felt the tickle of his cockhead brushing against your thigh. His lips grazed against your neck, and he held your body flush against his, as if he knew how much the pressure of lying underneath him turned you on.

“Twenty-five, you say?” he mumbled as he raised his head to look at you.

“Yes,” you replied breathily, wondering why he was age checking you again.

“And you… know your parents?”

“God, I talk about them enough during therapy every week, I don’t want to talk about them now,” you complained, your hips wriggling underneath him as your cunt tried desperately to seek him out.

“But you do know them?”

You frowned at him. He was being completely bloody serious.

Well, maybe he was nuts enough to be here after all.

“Yeah, yeah, I know them. They’re paying for me to be here.”

“Alright.”

He slowly thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding against you, just missing where you wanted him, and you whined in frustration.

“PL, please, please, oh my god, I fucking need you to fuck me. Please, please…” You begged, almost crying with need, and PL sighed.

“Alright, alright! Jesus.”

He reached down between you and took his cock in his hand to guide it to your entrance.

“Yes, yes, PL, please, fuck - fuck!” You gasped as he finally, finally entered you, his girth stretching you out so sweetly as he sheathed himself inside you.

PL let out a long moan of satisfaction when he bottomed out inside you.

“Oh, that feels so good,” you sighed with relief, feeling that sweet burn you’d missed so much. And was it just because you’d gone so long without sex, or was the stretch even better than you remembered? Then again, PL was definitely the biggest cock you’d ever taken, and it felt fucking fantastic.

He began thrusting inside you, slowly, and he pushed himself up so that he was looking down at you, and all you could see above you was him, his gorgeous hairless chest and his pleasure-addled expression.

“Faster,” you begged, your hips trying fruitlessly to thrust up against him from below, but he had you too trapped to give you any space to move. “Please, faster, faster…”

“Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” PL smirked.

“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking desperate, PL, please. You can fuck me slowly some other time, we’ve got months, but I really need to be railed, please.”

“Alright, then.”

You groaned in relief as his hips snapped faster against yours, finally bringing you the pleasure you’d been craving so desperately. He felt so damn good inside you, just big enough to stretch you out without hurting, and when he sat up on his knees a little more, his angle changed and his cockhead found your G-spot, causing you to cry out in pleasure.

“Thought we didn’t want to get caught?” PL smirked.

“Don’t - care - fuck, that’s so good - god, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, PL…”

“Is that a promise?”

“Yes!”

PL grinned and threw his head back, his eyes closed, and you both lost yourselves in the ecstasy of your violent pleasure. There was nothing else in the world, nothing at all, just you and him and the smacking of his skin against yours, your groans and breathy mutterings of yes and please and so good.

Your groans peaked into a cry of pleasure when you felt PL’s thumb pressing at your clit, rubbing around the juices that were leaking from where the two of you joined. You grabbed at his thighs, desperate for more of him, and your nails dug into his skin as you felt an explosion of pleasure within you, causing your entire body to violently shake as you came harder than you had in what felt like an age.

With a gorgeous girl underneath him, screaming his name as she writhed in pleasure, what else could PL do but cum? Your channel clenched around him as he shot his seed inside you and you milked him dry for all he had. His groan was deep, guttural, animalistic and absolutely fucking beautiful.

He dropped your legs, his energy spent, and had to stop himself from collapsing on top of you, as much as you wanted his body weight on you.

“Fucking hell, [Y/n],” he panted. “I’d have gone to rehab a lot earlier if I’d known this was what it was like.”

You laughed. “A bunch of sad, isolated fucked up people confined to one building - what did you think was gonna happen?”

PL pulled out of you and rolled over to prop himself up on his elbow next to you. “And you say you’ve not fucked since you got here?”

You shrugged. “Doesn’t feel right… like I’m taking advantage of their vulnerability, y’know? But you’re hot, and you’re not supposed to be here either, so I figured it’s alright. Hang on, I gotta go to the bathroom.”

When you returned, PL was unfortunately now wearing his boxer shorts again, but he was still on your bed, so you took that as a win.

“What do you mean, I’m not supposed to be here either?” he asked curiously.

You froze in the middle of climbing underneath the blanket. Oh, damn. You hadn’t meant to say that.

Your hand flew to your scar instinctively, and you sighed.

“I didn’t shoot myself,” you admitted. “I said I did it myself to cover for the person who did.” You looked up at him urgently. “Don’t tell anyone, please. I don’t want him to go to prison.”

“Him?”

“Not the kind of him you’re thinking. We’re related, let’s leave it at that.”

PL glanced away, his eyes looking distant for a brief moment, then he shook his head as if to shake off whatever thought had crossed his mind.

“I should be ready to go again in about ten minutes if you like,” he suggested. “Since you’re so determined to set the speed, maybe you can take charge this time.”

“Are you asking me to ride you, PL?” you asked flirtatiously. “You are a naughty one, aren’t you?”

“Santa’s definitely bringing me coal for my stocking this year.”

You laughed. “Alright. You know, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun here.”

#rickmas2023 #alan rickman #pl o’hara #an awfully big adventure #pl x reader

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Hey beautiful I'm think first Christmas together as a married couple. Steve or Eddie, Dealer's choice 🥰

#HolidayRequest

AN | I went with Eddie🥰This is just a lot of holiday softness🥺

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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The small house was filled with the smells of fresh gingerbread, sugar cookies, and vanilla frosting. Christmas decorations were delicately placed all around the house, making everything warm and festive. There was a fire cracking merrily, keeping the whole house warm despite the chill from the softly falling snow outside. The whole neighborhood was covered in a glittering layer of fluff and it made you realize just how much you loved your new little home in the suburbs of Indianapolis.

There was just the very important detail of the Christmas tree. The tree had been acquired and was setting up in the living room, a surprise for your husband courtesy of the assistance you’d received from Steve. You couldn’t wait for him to see it and get to help decorate it. This was the first real tree you’d had since you’d been together - you’d always had a small fake tree in your previous apartment and you were pretty sure that Christmas had never been a big deal when it was just Eddie and Wayne. This was going to be the first of many wonderful Christmases as a married couple in your very own home.

“Mommy!” The cheery little voice captured your attention as you looked back at the small kitchen table where your daughter was sitting and decorating cookies. Well…decorating was a stretch - she had frosting all over her hands and face, but was giving you a sheepish grin, “I’m done!”

“Alright little miss,” you grabbed the tea towel and brought it over as you started to wipe her sticky little hands, “let’s see what you’ve got.”

“Snowmen,” Ollie Munson was proud of her handiwork and pointed to each cookie enthusiastically. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her mess of curls before wiping her mouth, “and Santa and a gingerbread man and an elf!”

“They’re perfect,” you promised, looking at her interpretation of them on the cookies. You could vaguely tell that’s what they were supposed to be, but for a five-year-old, it was a job well done, “I love them, Ollie. You did a fantastic job!”

“I wanna give them to Daddy,” she looked at with big, sweet brown eyes, the very ones that were practically identical to your husband’s, “do you think he’ll like them?”

“Daddy is going to love them,” you promised, knowing that she could have presented him with a lump of coal and he would have been over the moon about it, “I know it.”

“Good,” she slid off the chair and started to pad to the living room, “can we decorate the tree now?”

“Not yet,” you raised an eyebrow as she gave you a sheepish little smile, “we’re going to do that tonight after dinner when Daddy’s home, okay?”

“Okay!”

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It wasn’t too much longer before Eddie got home, coming inside noisily in true Eddie fashion. He kicked off his boots and listened for the familiar pitter patter of little feet. He was surprised for a moment when he was met with only silence, “hello? Where are my girls? I’m seriously lacking in cuddles!”

It was only a moment before you poked your head into the foyer, your features lighting up when you spotted your husband. You darted over to him, sliding the last few feet on the hardwood before slamming into him, as he caught you in his arms, “Eddie!”

“Hi baby,” he grinned as you buried your face into the crook of his neck. He’d always insisted that you should wait until he at least got the chance to change out of his dirty mechanic’s jumpsuit, but you never minded it. As long as you had him, you didn’t mind. He pressed a kiss to the side of your head, “god, nothing feels better than coming home to you.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” you took his face in your hands and gently kissed him, practically melting into him as he deepened the kiss. You only pulled apart when you heard a small squeal of delight. You gave him a small smile before patting his cheek and whispering, “and there’s your number one fan.”

“Daddy!” she ran the hallway as best as her uncoordinated little feet could carry her to him. He crouched down and held out his arm to her, scooping her into a tight hug as soon as she reached him.

“Hi Ollie Pop,” he clutched her against his chest, breathing in the scent of her sweet strawberry shampoo. He pulled back to look at her, tickling her sides which only caused her to giggle and squeal happily, “I’ve missed all day, baby.”

“Missed you too,” she put her chubby little hands on his cheeks as she looked at him intently, “I made something for you!”

“Oh?” he put on a surprised face as she nodded eagerly, “do you wanna show me?”

“Yes,” she wiggled her little legs so he would set her down. He put her back on the floor and she reached for his hand, grabbing it as best as she could before leading him to the kitchen. He exchanged a soft look with you as you just nodded and trailed after them, “Mommy helped a little bit.”

“She did, did she?” he turned around and gave you a cheeky little wink. She hummed as she pulled him over to the table. She pointed to the plate of cookies that she had decorated just for him, “what are those!?”

“Cookies,” she explained with that little bit of child-like exasperation of when something was so obvious. She climbed into the chair and pointed them out individually, “they’re Christmas shapes! Do you like them?”

“I don’t like them,” he said and she looked at him worriedly, “I love them. They’re beautiful, Ollie.”

“Thank you,” she looked more than pleased with herself as she picked up one of the cookies and held it out to him. He gently took it and took a bite, making an exaggerated sound of how delicious it was before breaking the remainder in half and handing it back to her, “really?!”

“I think you’ve earned it,” he looked at you and you gave him a quick nod as she bit into it, proceeding to cover her entire face in frosting again. You let out a small sigh before realizing that Eddie too had frosting in the corners of his mouth. Whatever were you going to do with your Munsons? Eddie gave you a sheepish smile at the look on your face, “what’s wrong, babe?”

“You both,” you grabbed a paper towel and wiped the corners of his mouth before repeating the action on his little carbon copy, “are messy little things. Good thing for you that I love you guys so much.”

“We love you too,” he planted a big, wet smacking kiss to your cheek as you snorted in amusement. You really wouldn’t have changed a single about your perfectly imperfect little family.

“There’s one more thing, Edward,” you said as he grew nervous - he knew that you usually only his full name when he was in some sort of trouble. You brushed his hair out of his face before smiling, “you’re not in trouble, don’t worry.”

Before he could get a word in edgewise, you took his hand and led him into the living room. You were surprised that the hulking Christmas tree had gone unnoticed by him, but you knew that he liked to give his daughter his full attention. He was silent for a moment as he looked over the tree, his face shifting through a range of emotions before settling on absolute joy.

“I…this…” he looked between you, Ollie, and the tree, almost rendered speechless, “a real tree! You got a real tree…wow.”

“Surprise, my love,” you wrapped an arm around his waist as you gently pulled him into your side, “I hope you like it.”

“It’s perfect,” he insisted, his voice cracking ever so lightly. His heart continued to melt even further when Ollie wrapped her arms around his leg, “this is wonderful…I-I…why?”

“Well,” you gently brushed your knuckles over his cheek, watching as a rosy flush colored his pretty features, “it’s been a big year for the Munsons. We finally got married, and we got our own home, one that we’ve made ours and continue to love and grow in. I thought it was only fitting that this was the year we finally got a big, real tree! I hope that’s okay?”

“It’s…” he paused for a moment, blinking back some tears as he wrapped you up in a tight embrace, “it’s perfect. You’re perfect. It’s wonderful.”

“You’re pretty wonderful too,” you sealed it with a kiss as he picked up Ollie and pulled her in for a family hug.

“I’ve got the best girls in the entire world,” he kissed her chubby little cheek too, “what more could I possibly ever want when I’ve got everything right here?”

“You’re such a sappy fool,” you teased as he shrugged happily.

“A fool for you baby,” he promised, “a fool for you.”

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After dinner Ollie was already falling into the deep clutches of slumber, but fighting it off to stay awake in order to help decorate the tree with the two of you. Eddie carried her into the living room, promising her that she could do the first couple ornaments so if she did fall asleep she wouldn’t feel like she was missing out.

You were both sitting on the floor with her, as he handed her one of the first and most special ornaments. It was from the year she had been born, a cute little pink ornament boasting my first christmas. She looked around the tree, hemming and hawing as she tried to find the perfect spot. Eventually she settled on a branch, one that was much taller than her, and pointed to it. Eddie chuckled as he picked her up so she could put the ornament on the fluffy green branch.

“Excellent placement,” he encouraged her as she beamed at him. It was your turn to hand her another ornament and she went through the same process. She reminded you so much of Eddie, that it was almost scary sometimes. There was no denying that she was his daughter.

After putting a few more ornaments on the tree, she perched herself onto Eddie’s lap and was out and fast asleep within minutes. She snored lightly as she rested against his chest. You stroked her cheek gently, shaking your head at her. Eddie caught your hand and brought it to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, “I’ll put her to bed and be right back, yeah?”

“I’ll be right here handsome,” you watched as he slowly and gently stood up, trying his best not to wake her up. He gave you a soft smile before heading up the stairs. You sat there and watched them go, wondering how you got so lucky as to call them yours.

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He came back after a little while which you knew meant that he had probably gotten suckered into reading her a bedtime story. Not that Eddie would ever complain about such a thing; he loved reading her stories and getting into character. You’d taken the liberty of making you both some hot chocolate and hate it sitting on the coffee table, steaming and topped off with marshmallows.

“Hey baby,” he’d changed into pajamas and had a soft smile on his face as he came over and sat down on the floor next to you. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to your cheek, gently brushing your hair out of your face, “hot chocolate and everything? You’re spoiling me.”

“I like doing it,” you picked your mug and took a long sip from as he mirrored your actions, “you deserve it.”

“Oh stop,” he teased, “you’re going to make me blush!”

“Dork,” you snorted in amusement as he put his hands on your hips and pulled you into his lap. He looked at you softly, a dopey lovesick expression on his pretty features, “hi.”

“Hi,’ he whispered back softly, “have I ever told you how much I love you?”

“Only every day…”

“Well, I mean it,” he promised, “since the day I met you. And for everything you’d given me through the years - a family, a home, so much love.”

“You don’t think you’ve given me all the same?” you trailed your fingers along his jaw softly, “I love you too, so much. I’m guessing you like the tree?”

“I love it,” he nodded, “it’s not just the tree either…it’s everything about all of it. Growing up…holidays were never really a thing. Not…before Wayne and not really with Wayne, not that I blame him for that. But now, getting to spend every holiday with you and our daughter, is really special to me. It means so much to me.”

‘I know. There’s nowhere I’d rather be than with you,” it was punctuated with a small kiss, “do you wanna decorate the rest of the tree?”

“Duh,” he softly booped the tip of your nose, “like that was even a question.”

You finished off the rest of your hot chocolate in between stealing sweet, chocolatey kisses from each other. Along with the slowly dying fire, the whole setting was perfect; you couldn’t have imagined a better evening.

You put on some soft music in the background as you both worked to place the ornaments on the tree. The thing you loved especially about the ornaments was that most of them were unique and mismatched, and a lot of them had a story behind them. It wasn’t an average tree in that sense, but it was beautiful in its own way. Just like your little family.

The topper was saved for last, and you handed it to Eddie, motioning for him to put it on top. He stood on his tiptoes and gently placed on the topmost branch before taking a step back and making a small sound of satisfaction. You grinned as you looked it over, in love with it but not nearly as in love with the man at your side.

“What do you think?” he asked softly as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder and gave you a soft squeeze, “does it get the seal of approval babe?”

“Absolutely,” you nodded fervently, “it’s beautiful.”

“Just like you!”

“Eddie,” you sighed wistfully as you turned to wrap him in your arms , brushing your nose against his, “Merry Christmas, my love.”

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he kissed you softly, “and to many more in our home with our family.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #dad!eddie munson #dad!eddie x mom!reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn x you

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the-offside-rule · 6 months

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Jack Grealish (Manchester City) - Snowman

Day 9 of Christmas

Y/n and Jack had bee running around the house since late last night, making sure that their daughters Kayla and Sophie's Christmas was perfect. They had laid out Kayla's Manchester City kits on the sofa, along with her various other toys from 'Santa'. Jack had taken the pleasure of eating the biscuits and the brandy since Santa apparently prefers a glass or two of brandy before leaving the house and going to the next.

The sunlight had just about shone through their curtains when they heard their daughters barging through the door, Kayla slapping down hard on her Dad, with Sophie trying to jump up on the bed. "Dad! Wake up! Santa came!" Kayla squealed. Sophie had given up on climbing the bed and ran over to her mum's side of the bed and poking her, babbling along. Y/n smiled and lifted the 2 year old before patting Jack beside her. "Jack, love." He grumbled. "Can we skip Christmas this year?" He asked. "No!" The two girls replied. "Silly dad!" Kayla giggled, pulling at his arm. "Can we go? I wanna see the presents!" He groaned and nodded, before hopping out of bed and throwing on his night gown. Oh god how he had turned into such a typical Dad on Christmas day.

They crept downstairs, Jack leading them all. He opened the door slightly and peaked in. "Oh dear, I can only see coal-"

"No!" Kayla nearly sobbed. "Only messing." Jack replied before opening the door fully and turning the light on to show a living room full of gifts, big and small. Kayla ran around, not knowing which to open first. "Y/n let Sophie waddle around, touching all the presents and grabbing some to bring back to help open, whilst Jack sat beside Y/n and watched Kayla run around tearing into her gifts. "Why's it got your name on it?" Kayla asked. "Well, Grealish is your name too, sweetheart." Jack replied. "I would've liked Haaland better." He looked back to Y/n who hid her laugh by smiling with Sophie at her colourful new toys.

As the day went by, Jack helped Y/n in the kitchen as they watched their daughters play outside in the snow. "We'll bring them in soon. Make sure they don't get sick." Jack said as he cut the carrots. "Let them finish the snowman first. This is the first snow they're actually allowed to play in." Y/n said. "I know I just-"

"Hi mum! Hi dad!" Kayla said sprinting in and running upstairs, whilst Sophie stood at the door giggling. "What's funny?" Y/n asked. She pointed at Jack who forgot he had Kayla's Christmas headband still on his head. "What? Do you not think I look stylish, Soph?" He asked while posing and making her giggle even more. "Silly daddy." Y/n chuckled along as she bent down to zip up Sophie's coat a bit more. "You haven't called me that in a while, love." Jack joked. "Jack, I-"

“Dad?” Kayla asked. “Can we use this scarf?” Jack looked at the designer scarf she held in her hands. “That’s Gucci.” Jack said. “You named your scarf?” Jack shook his head. “No, no. It means it's special.” Kayla’s eyes lit up. “So it’s perfect for our snowman. He’s special too.” Jack looked over to Y/n who looked back amused, almost to say 'Do it.' Jack let out a sigh and nodded. “I suppose so.” He said. Kayla cheered and ran outside, chucking the scarf around the pile of snow with coal as a mouth.

"Mum!" Kayla called in. Both parents looked out as Kayla pointed to what they believed to be the snowman. "It looks like dad now!" She shouted, making Sophie burst into a fit of giggles. Y/n laughed. Jack simply looked over to her, the same way he did the first Christmas he spent with her. Oh how the times had changed. From having to spend them away from eachother, to now spending them with their two daughters. He loved this woman and he loved the two little ladies out the back, laughing at something that bared no resemblance to him bar the Gucci scarf. "It's identical." Jack said. Y/n turned back to face Jack and nodded, matching the same face of love and adoration as he did. "The spitting image, love."

#football #football imagines #football blurbs #jack grealish imagine #jack grealish x reader #jack grealish x oc #jack grealish imagines #jack grealish fanfic #jack grealish fic #jack grealish #christmas fic #christmas imagine #christmas fanfic

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mj-iza-writer · 5 months

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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through my home not a creature was stirring. Well at least maybe one.

Whumpee tiptoed past my room, and down the stairs they slank. Having no idea, I to was awake.

Down by the tree, they pulled their blanket tight. They couldn't believe this was the night.

A night they hoped and prayed for for so long, they now got their wish, it was finally here.

Whumpee adjusted the cookies and ensured the hot chocolate was warm, for old St Nick was sure to be near.

"Please keep them safe", Whumpee quietly prayed for Santa. They hoped he wouldn't forget.

Whumpee often felt forgotten those several Christmas nights. Whumper's house wasn't at all jolly and bright. It was to him just another night.

A noise startled Whumpee, they jumped in fright.

Loud foot steps on the roof this very night.

Some dust spilled from the fireplace, Whumpee gulped as heavy boots appeared just in sight.

Soon Whumpee looked up at a person who matched Caretaker's explanation on what Santa looked like.

"Sa-Santa?", Whumpee whispered fearfully.

"Hello Whumpee, how I've missed visiting you", Santa sat down, "I'm sorry I haven't visited you for so many years. Whumper often waited to make sure I didn't come see you. I've never forgotten you, I promise", Santa smiled happily, "I'm so happy you're with Caretaker now."

"Now here is everything I was never able to leave you", Santa poked his nose, and presents appeared, "you must wait until morning so Caretaker can help you."

Whumpee quickly nodded, "yes sir, you really mean it? You never forgot me?"

Santa held open his arms to welcome Whumpee for a hug.

"Never, I forget no one. Even Whumper gets coal", Santa chuckled to himself, with a "ho ho ho."

"Thankyou Santa for everything", Whumpee wiped their eyes.

"And don't worry, Caretaker has gifts as well", Santa winked, "I know you'll worry about him."

With one more hug Santa waved goodbye, "I'll be back next year, Merry Christmas and have a Happy New Year."

As Santa went up the chimney Whumpee fell to the ground and sobbed at the thought of Santa not forgetting them.

**stomp... stomp... swoosh**

Caretaker jumped from his bed to see what was the matter, he had hoped it wasn't Whumpee who made that big clatter.

He glanced out the window in time to see it, a sleigh flew by, pulled by nine reindeer.

Caretaker quickly went down the steps, he found Whumpee sobbing on the floor.

Whumpee turned to see Caretaker there.

"He-he didn....didn't forget me sir."

Caretaker's heart melted for Whumpee, what a sight.

"Merry Christmas Whumpee, he would never forget you."

After putting Whumpee to bed again, cuddling a stuffed toy they had found in the pile of gifts Caretaker went back down stairs to assess the pile.

"This is a lot", Caretaker marveled.

They noticed a note beside Santa's cookies.

"Dear Caretaker, these are all gifts that I wasn't able to deliver to Whumpee these last few years. I hope you are okay with this. There are also gifts for you as well. Thankyou for taking care of them. Santa."

Caretaker read the note over and over, each time more tears flooded their eyes.

"Thankyou Santa, it's an honor", Caretaker smiled, "have a safe flight."

Enjoy your holidays however you celebrate, and if you don't celebrate at all I hope you have a great day. I qlso wish everyone a Happy New Year. You are all amazing, and I'm so happy to be part of this community. -MJ

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#christmas whump #whump community #whump stuff #whump writing #whump ideas #whump #whumpee #whumper #whump scenario #caretaking #oc #santa never forgets #whumper still gets coal even in prison #caretaker and whumpee #caretaker

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smilesstyless · 1 year

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Christmas time

Summary: Y/n spends with Harry and Rosie Christmas

Pairing: Singledad!harry x reader

Wordcount: 1k

Trigger warnings: none

Harry wanted to invite Y/n to their Christmas dinner, he knew she doesn’t have any friends in town and her family is living too far away, it would be too late to fly home at this time of the year, and it was also snowing outside.

Rosie is standing on a chair and decorating the cookies. She wanted to make some for y/n, she got some chocolate in her face. Harry’s apron and Face is covered in flour, she threw some around, and now she is quiet and decorating the cookies.

“Where’s y/nn?” She looks up at her dad who helps her with the chocolate.

“She’s home but she will be there soon,” he kisses the top of her head. He’s happy that she can’t remember her mom, otherwise, these days would be depressing for both of them. She brings him joy, she looks like her mom, and she got his hair and his eyes. He hates sometimes that she looks like her mom, but he can’t change it.

The keys jingle in the keyhole, Rosie jumps down the chair and runs forwards the door. Y/n got a key from him because she has to babysit her quite often.

“No running—” Harry was cut off by y/n.

“You have to listen to your daddy, no running in the house,” she picks her up and brings her back to the kitchen.

“Sorry daddy,” Harry noticed she has better behavior since y/n babysits her because of his work. She gets all excited when y/n is coming and she always asks Harry when she’s coming.

“Made ya coockies,” Rosie holds one cookie out. Y/n takes the cookie from her hands and bites into it.

“They are super delicious,” Y/n says with a full mouth. Harry takes her coat and also her shoes and brings them to the Wardrobe. She puts her purse on the kitchen counter. “Have you been nice?” She nodded her head and ate a cookie.

“You know Santa sees everything,” Harry added as he entered the room. “You have to be good otherwise you will get only coals,” he sits her down on the chair and cleans her face.

“‘I ‘m good,” she tells her dad. He looked at y/n and she nodded her head.

“It’s like she is a new person,” he mutters under his breath.

Harry stands up and walks over to her. “When's the present time? I don’t think we can do that any longer,” he whispers into her ear. Harry’s hands rest on her hips and she flinches as she feels his hands. Harry rests them on his hips and apologizes.

“Rosie, you wanted to show me something the last time in your room. Do you still wanna show me?” She grabs y/n’s hand and walks with her into her room.

Meanwhile, Rosie is distracted in her room. Harry gets the present and lays them under the Christmas tree. He also got y/n a couple of presents.

“I think we should go back to Harry,” she runs out of her room and sees all the presents.

“You two missed Santa,” Rosie doesn’t care about the fact, she sits down and opens the big present. “You should look too,” he nudges her lightly.

“Harry, you shouldn’t buy stuff for me.”

“Hush, it’s a thank you for taking care of my Angel and I don’t take a no as an answer,” he tells her. Y/n kneels next to Rosie and gives her the next present, she looks for a package with her name on

it. Rosie gave her one package and she opened it.

She stares at him, “I can’t accept that,” she looks at the pearl necklace.

“Santa gave it to you,” Rosie smiled and ripped the next present open. “Exactly Santa gave it to you,” he has a smirk on his lips. He knows she can’t say anything against it because his daughter is here and if they tell her about Santa she would be shattered.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Buying things for me was never the deal,” she mumbles between her glass of wine.

“It’s called friendship, you should know Rosie wants you to move in with me,” she stares into her beautiful eyes. He could get lost in her eyes. “You know I never got to ask you about your age,” he added. His mom told him when he was younger he should never ask a woman about her age but he was just curious and wanted to know.

“Twenty-nine. Never buy anything for me again.” She threatens him.

“What are you working on? I’m every Tuesday and Thursday and Friday with her,” she wanted to take another sip of her wine but Harry placed the glass on the coffee table.

“I’m a professor of literature, and these days the students can come and ask me things about homework, assignments and also stuff they don’t understand, what about you?” He takes another sip from his wine.

“Funny thing,” she chuckles, “I work in a bookstore,” she smiles at the good-looking smile with the curls. “Nice to meet ya Professor styles,” she giggles.

“You should sleep,” he wanted to help her up but then he remembered she didn't want his hands on her body.

“One more question,” he nodded his head. “Rosie, how do you do that? I mean you work full-time and have a daughter to raise,” She raises an eyebrow.

“Don’t know, she’s growing up so fast that in a year she will be in school. I don’t know what I should do. She is my little girl and she loves you way too much. I wanted to stay friends with you and now I have to ask you out,” he mutters the last part under his breath.

“First of all I only see you as a friend, there won’t be more, and second, she will always be your little girl and won't forget that. She will learn to write and count properly. She will make you proud so many times don’t forget that” y/n kisses his cheek. He needed to hear that.

“You’re right about Rosie,” he tells her.

“I think I should get—”

“You sleep here, I will sleep on the couch,” he insists that she sleeps at his house. It's dark and he couldn't forgive himself if something happened to y/n while she was walking home. He wants her safe at home.

#singledad!harry #harry styles fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry fanfic #harry styles au #harry styles fic rec #harry styles #harry styles one shot #harry styles drabble #harry styles blog #harry styles x plus size reader #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles concept

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maxislvt · 1 year

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Home For The Holidays

Summary: Christmas can bring anyone together if you try hard enough

Warnings: None because this is gay

A/N: More so bonding with the boys than anything this one but I love this family dynamic so much. If you complain, you are ableist and hat autistic people!!! (kidding)

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Holiday cheer was important for Wanda. Especially when it was her turn to watch over boys, Christmas this year had been met with an odd bump in the road. Wanda had a new partner and this was the first holiday you'd actually have to spend with the kids. A few hours or in passing was fine, but Wanda had yet to learn how well you'd do with them the entire break. Wanda spent weeks trying to find something you and her boys had in common. After enough snooping and nervousness, she settled on a simple advent calendar. Sure it was a bit childish, but Wanda was at the end of her rope.

When she placed the calendar on the dinner table, there wasn't as much immediate excitement as she wanted. The embarrassment had almost completely taken over before she could even explain herself. "I mean, we don't have to do it if you don't want to. I just thought it'd be something nice to do…" Your partner began to fidget and doubt quickly fell over her face. "You know, as a…family."

A lightbulb immediately went off over your head. "Oh, babe, of course, we'll do this! Right?" You subtly tried looking over to the boys for confirmation that they'd at least play alone. Instead, you got something much better. Two sets of eyes were wide and bubbling with excitement underneath them. "This thing is huge! There's no way we won't have fun with it."

Tommy nodded along. "Yeah, that's at least enough Legos to last two weeks!" He reached for the box only to have his mother snatch it away."I won't build them all by myself! I know how to share Legos now!"

Billy practically threw himself over the table to reach the box. "Yeah, we promise to be fair!" His little hands wiggled and made grabby hands at the box. "No one's gonna be left out, we promise!"

Wanda shook her head. The gitters finally faded and she realized she had bigger issues. Her children were horribly impatient. "No, we'll open it one box at a time until Christmas. Then you guys can put these wherever you want on Christmas day." She laughed at the disappointed groans from the three of you. "It's only 24 days, that's better than the new year's one."

You cleared your throat and sat upright. "Your mom's right. It's more satisfying if you do it the right way. Despite your attempts at seeming like a responsible, well-rounded adult, you were clearly just as unhinged about the calendar as the boys were. "The excitement of a new set will last you all day anyways."

The boys looked at each other and simply shook their heads.

The days until Christmas ticked by and you and the twins were having an incredibly difficult time practicing self-control. Every day without fail, you or the twins would be caught staring too long for Wanda's comfort and be pulled away from the calendar before you ruined the Christmas spirit.

It only lasted a week before the twins gave up and ran to you with a plan that would surely get you nothing but coal for Christmas. You tried deterring them and their sticky fingers. However, you were easily swayed. Partly because you were just as impatient as the boys, but because you got something much more important in the process.

The twins were opening up to you. They led you to a room filled with Lego sets and books of all kinds.

"Holy sh- crap. How long did it take you guys to put all these together?" You looked down at the Lego city in awe. Trains, buses, and all kinds of shops. Almost all the space on the base plate had been taken up. "Wow, this really is something, but why do you want to break into the calendar if you have all this stuff ?"

"Because we don't have any people," Tommy exasperated. He grabbed your hand and pointed to all the small chairs and seats in cars with no tiny brick people to occupy them. "It's like a ghost town, but we know all the people are in the box!"

Billy nodded. "Even if there isn't, they'll be cool Christmas decorations and that'll make it look less dead!" The boy grabbed your other hand and hovered over their miniature city with you. "We can just open them to plan and sneak them back in every day! Mom wouldn't even notice if we're quiet."

You scratched the back of your head. Wanda would probably kill you for encouraging such naughty behavior, but bonding with your stepkids was important. "Alright I'm in, but not tonight. We have dinner with your uncle and he's really bad at hiding stuff from your mom."

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The next night, the plan had gone into motion. Once your beloved partner had fallen asleep, you snuck out the bed and woke up the boys as gently as you could. Billy hadn't even fallen asleep, but Tommy was like a rock at the bottom of the ocean. After enough poking and shaking, he'd awoken and the rest of your plan went smoothly.

You three tiptoed past Wanda's room and down the stairs where your treasure awaited.

"Okay, we're just going to look so we can figure out where you guys are gonna put everything." That sentiment had lasted all of a minute after you opened the first box of the night. "Awe, it's a little Christmas tree and a lumberjack!" Without even thinking, you opened the plastic packaging and began putting it together. The boys couldn't stop themselves either.

The entire calendar had been completed without noticing. It had started a Lego frenzy almost. Instead of feeling regret for your lack of self-control, you just kept going. The twins had given life to their Lego city, but the work was far from over.

"You can help us build the train we got last week! Dad gave it to us as an early Christmas gift." Billy opened a drawer. "We kinda already started it, but we didn't think you'd wanna help."

"Dude, are you kidding me? I'd love to help with this!" Your excited shout was quickly followed by a knock on the door frame.

"Well, too bad you'll be in the naughty list jail for the rest of the year," Wanda's raspy morning voice filled the room and marked the end of your Christmas heist. "You boys better get snuggled in bed before I call back up!" She pointed at her children who quickly ran off to their rooms to avoid her Christmas-themed wrath. "I expected this from them, but you? Really?"

You turned back around with a nervous smile on your face. "At least we're bonding?" You held up a piece of the train you were working on, hoping it would lessen your jail sentence. "They're even letting me help, it was a necessary misbehavior!"

Wanda sighed and crossed her arms. "Get in bed and then I'll think about reducing your sentence." Her voice was stern, but the smile on her face showed how happy she was.

You smiled and kissed her cheek. "Fine, just don't make me shovel the driveway alone, again."

#wanda maximoff #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda fluff #panther's 12 days of christmas

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umnitsa · 1 year

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Santa has had enough of Christmas

Summary: Santa Claus is really frustrated with your behaviour.

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

Pairing: Santa x Naughty!reader

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

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

No Christmas decorations.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And you just keep going!”

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

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

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

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

“Please, yes.”

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

“But I want to see you…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You feel so good.” You sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cursedalthoughts · 3 months

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Priority Research 7 Predictions - Royal Navy

This year, the Royal Navy has some very strong candidates for either PR or DR. I will explain gimmicks and try to predict possible skills.

HMS St. Vincent

St. Vincent is a battlecruiser developed from the Project I3 designs. With a bizarre turret layout of 2 front-facing triple 457mm turrets and one midship triple 457m turret, St. Vincent is a very good DR choice.

She has two underwater torpedo launchers, singular torpedo each. Just two torpedoes in total is rather pathetic, but each one does almost 30k damage. However, her gimmick resides in her guns. They are not quite 460mm, but they are still enough to punch through a lot of armor. They have very short AP fuses, which means she can easily do devastating damage against cruisers of most kinds. Her accuracy is impressive too.

St. Vincent could be an off-flagship sniper with some self-buffing skills if equipped with her own guns.

HMS Defence

Defence is a brand-new ship that got added in the Christmas event of 2023. This ship was locked behind an absurd price consisting of more than a million coal, or equivalent; that's a lot of coal to farm.

Defence is a bizarre ship. She has 3 of the dual 356mm gun turrets found on the KGV-class battleship (she's a cruiser, by the way); four underwater torpedoes per side of similar characteristics to St. Vincent's (but each torpedo does 21k damage instead of 29k), and a smokescreen similar to the British destroyers.

Defence is prime DR material as well.

HMS Gibraltar

Gibraltar is a British heavy cruiser with all the gimmicks of their light cruisers. In other words, she's the only British heavy cruiser that's worth it.

You might be inclined to believe she's a bigger Drake - and yes, she is. However, Gibraltar: 1. only has access to AP shells, 2. has much improved penetration angles on those AP shells, 3. has a standard British light cruiser smokescreen 4. has a standard British light cruiser hydro.

She's essentially a Minotaur but with 12 234mm guns instead of 10 152mm guns. The only thing she lacks is torpedoes, honestly.

Gibraltar could be a very all-rounder heavy cruiser with utility skills for the fleet, as well as huge raw damage numbers. 234mm guns are big for a standard heavy cruiser. I kinda want her as a DR, honestly.

HMS Minotaur

Second-to-last DR of this post is Minotaur, a now very old light cruiser. You know her gimmicks, as Gibraltar has the same ones. However, Minotaur gets access to 10 152mm guns with a blistering 3.2 second reload. These guns will completely eat through the health pool of a broadside battleship in no time.

Minotaur also suffers from British Light Cruiser Armor Syndrome, which means the armor that protects her citadel is only 101mm thick and that she has a massive, impossible to miss above-water citadel. She is, and I can not stress this enough, very fragile.

One of her other less remarkable gimmicks is that, as the T10, she has an absurd acceleration. I don't know the exact numbers, as I don't have a Minotaur myself; but she can get to top speed in no time. That and her AP-only spamming abilities could be some nice skills.

HMS Malta

Malta is the last possible DR I'm going to cover in this post.

I mentioned Minotaur having very pathetic armor. Well, Malta is the perfect aircraft carrier to hunt down cruisers wtih ridiculous armor like Minotaur or Jinan from the Dragon Empery post.

Each of her bombers carries 3 500lb AP bombs capable of piercing a considerable amount of armor and detonating inside of the enemy ship. Her torpedos are surprisingly fast and so are her planes - which are Blackburn Firebrand, these bad boys:

My bet is that they would add an attak aircraft and dive bomber variant of the Firebrand if Malta gets added to Azur Lane.

As for her skills, she could have an offensive skill which boosts her damage against heavy cruisers and light cruisers; since she'd be DR, that damage could be absurd.

HMS Hampshire

The first of the rather few PR options, Hampshire.

She's, quite literally, a British Atago. Same guns, same layout, similar reload, same 203mm callibe.

As financial advice, Hampshire is worse than Atago. She gets slightly improved pen angles on her AP, but she only has AP - Atago's AP is not that good but she has excellent HE. Also, she has 4 instead of 8 torpedos per side, of a worse range and damage. Don't buy Hampshire in World of Warships, basically.

However, in Azur Lane, she could be a heavy cruiser with special buffs to deal with medium and heavy armor in specific.

HMS Nottingham

Nottingham is somewhat similar to Hampshire - she is based on the Project C heavy cruiser. Her main guns are arranged in a very familiar setup, similar to Nelson or Rodney (or Defence), having average AP and HE shells. She does have double the torpedo armament as Hampshire, but they have even less range at 8km. However, Nottingham gets access to a short-burst smoke generator similar to that of the British destroyers (it's their main gimmick), a smokescreen that doesn't last very long but reloads fast and has a lot of uses.

Nottingham hasn't been available since February of 2023, though. I highly doubt she will find her way into Azur Lane, but if she does, she would be a PR.

#azur lane #gacha #priority research #gacha game #world of warships #royal navy

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mulderscully · 7 months

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okay whatever i'm high and oversharing, so i am once again thinking about whether closure is something worth pursuing with my ex best friend.

brief summary. ex bestie was always prettier and more popular than me. she is a huge extrovert while i'm an introvert, you know the deal whatever. so somehow we're best friends in 6th grade. like idk in a few months i would've walked over hot coals for this girl. did i have a gay crush on her? i truly do not know. i think abt is constantly and i have no idea! but her love and approval was like... i NEEDED it.

then after a while she would get annoyed with me and drop me as a friend entirely. for months. no contact, nothing. then she'd tell people i was up her ass etc while we weren't friends.

then, she'd come back. she'd start talking to me like nothing happened and i'd come crawling back to her with open arms every damn time.

this went on for YEARS. months of promises to be maids of honor and friends til we die and sleepovers and laughing til we couldn't breathe. then she'd drop me. suddenly and entirely. this went on til the summer my mom died sophmore year.

those last 3 months my mom was alive we were not talking because she was mad at me for god knows what knowing my mom is ACTIVELY DYING. then the night my mom died she was the first person i called and she just immediately knew and RAN over to my house for like the first time ever. and she stayed with me all night and we became friends again.

then she never dropped me again. she went off to college and i stayed at home working and she'd call me every night, she'd come visit me, i would visit her. FOR FOUR YEARS. the longest we ever went.

then she went to grad school in miami and i cried the entire day she moved bc i knew she would never come back. this was her dream and she got it. and she asked me to come with her. for free. i said no, okay. i said no.

then we stopped talking. not a dropped thing just. she got a girlfriend and a busy job and it was just natural. but it hurt to call her and feel like i didn't know this person anymore, esp with how our friendship started and i started getting freaked out tbh.

so one december. i think 2018? i can't even remember! she comes to visit for christmas. we make plans for dinner and i made reservations and like. i'm literally at the restaurant when she texts me that she can't come bc she's too exhausted. and i just immediately started crying and left and decided i would never talk to her again.

and i only really believed that when i checked insta that night and she was out partying instead of with me.

and i was like i'm never talking to her again.

and i never have.

she texts me. says happy birthday. tells me she misses me.

but... i can't talk to her now. because i miss her so much and i hate her so much and i hate that she doesn't even KNOW i'm mad and i'm mad because i feel like she SHOULD KNOW. she should be sorry for EVERYTHING and she just is completely unaware and i don't know if that's unfair or not.

she invited me to her 30th bash in miami this december and i'm like so you still know i exist. what am i to you? did i ever matter to you as you did to me? why did you walk all over me and why did i LET you?

i just so badly want to ask her these things and still never talk to her. but i know... idk she makes me weak in a way i can't even explain to myself so idk if closure is possible or worth pursuing. but if i truly never talk to her again, it'll plague me til the end of my days that i didn't try? god i don't know.

broken hearts on christmas are 0/10 bc it comes back every year

#personal.

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𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭

here's a list of every upload from the fic-mas event i did on patreon last year, as well as a link to the selection of said uploads that are now available to you here on tumblr (depending on when you see this post).

hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

˗ˏˋ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ˎˊ˗

again, this is a list of ficmas uploads that are available on my patreon and will remain there for the time being. if you'd like to learn more about how to access them, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

if you'd to pursue the content available now (or soon-to-be) on tumblr, please refer to 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓.

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — stargirl!connor mcdavid x famous!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3k 𝐜𝐰 — none, excluding cavities. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — romance is not dead if you keep it just yours. (requested)

need a refresher or to get caught up? here's the 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐗𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — ceo!sidney crosby x assistant!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — mild angst, but that's it! 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — sidney's hatred of the holiday inadvertently thwarts the enjoyment of it by someone he definitely doesn't hate. (inspired by a #darvey scene from suits)

˗ˏˋ 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — jamie drysdale x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.4k 𝐜𝐰 — references to past hook-ups but nothing explicit and heavy angst (per the request) 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — merry meddling brings two volatile foes back under the same roof. can holiday magic mend the burned bridge between these former enemies-with-benefits?

˗ˏˋ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — adam fox x heiress!reader 𝐰𝐜 — 3.2k 𝐜𝐰 — a smidge of angst. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — the princess of park avenue and the hotel manager's son, once childhood sweethearts, are reunited by a precocious permanent resident just in time for the holidays — and the heiress' wedding. (inspired by the best movie of all time, eloise at christmastime)

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — sidney crosby x reader 𝐰𝐜 — 2.8k 𝐜𝐰 — references to a previous one-night-stand and some drama. 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — five years ago, she left the club's annual holiday celebration with an unexpected party favor. said party favor meets more than just st. nick when they return this year.

˗ˏˋ '𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 ˎˊ˗

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — tyler seguin x oc (caroline allen) 𝐰𝐜 — >10k 𝐜𝐰 — adult themes and content, angst (and a lot of it), description and repeated reference to an injury + chapter-specific warnings.

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 — tyler seguin will attest that caroline allen, acclaimed author and his childhood love, is "the one that got away" until his dying day. even though the "got away" half is (more than partially) his fault. but that didn't matter much when he was thousands of miles away, skating his heart out and partying the years away. by some stroke of luck or a cruel twist of fate (he isn't quite sure yet), a season-ending injury has sent him back to recover in the one place he knew she'd always be. will this second chance to make things right be the gift of a lifetime, or just another lump of coal weighing down his heart?

the family trees

Have you ever been watching a Hallmark movie and been suddenly overcome with the urge to visit the festive little town where the story takes place and the seemingly mismatched leads fall madly in love?

Well, look no further than Merriment Island, Christmas' official home in the States!

For over 100 years, the jolly citizens of this aptly shaped island located just off the coast of Washington have been spreading holiday cheer amongst themselves and all who visit. This year, Mayor Seguin has selected you all as the guests of honor for our annual Winter Wonderland celebration - the longest-running of its kind!

Be sure to join us from December 18th through Christmas Day for festive fun, friendly competition, and the opportunity to create unforgettable memories with your loved ones. Make sure to keep the exclusive flyer handy (attached after the stylized map designed by our very own Benny Allen), as it will be your ticket into the 8-day, all-inclusive event!

If you have any questions about the event, please email Jennifer Bishop-Allen (Winter Wonderland Chairwoman and co-owner of the Allen Family Farm), or her daughter, Caroline Allen. (Yes, the NYT best-selling author!)

If you are not staying aboard the Sleigh of the Sea (Merriment's very own cruise-liner that docks in Seattle!) for the duration of the celebration, please contact Catherine or Lily Seguin at the Yuletide Inn to make your reservation as soon as possible. Rooms are limited and going faster than you can name all eight of Santa's reindeer!

╰┈➤ an excerpt of the email accompanying the the invitation flyer

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