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houseofanticipation · 5 months

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You wake because a shifting balance of weight on your bed has caused your mattress to shake. For a moment you think it must be Christmas morning—that'll be your little brother, jumping on your bed to wake you up—but your room is still dark, and the clock on your bedside table reads 12:00 exactly. You squint at the person sitting on your bed. Definitely too old to be your brother...maybe your dad? But no, this person's frame is too wide, too bulky. The figure leans forward, and it suddenly occurs to you to be afraid, but all he does is pull the chain on your bedside lamp.

The man in your room is Santa Claus.

It doesn't occur to you to think this is a man dressed as Santa. One of your classmates might; you know most people your age don't believe in him, and you've learned to hide your own belief, lest you embarrass yourself, but you've never stopped believing privately. You know this man is Santa Claus in the same way you've always known Santa Claus was real: it's a feeling in your heart, a knowledge that you are loved, no matter what. You get that same feeling from this man.

"Santa?"

"Little Susie Summers," he says, brushing a lock of hair away from your eyes. "It's so wonderful to finally see you in person. You know you're one of my favorites?"

Your eyes widen. "Really?"

He nods. "I mean it. You've kept me in your heart all these years, long after most children abandon me. I've so loved watching you grow into this beautiful, confident woman I see before me." His voice deep and warm and smooth, like hot chocolate. His eyes glitter behind half-moon glasses, and his enormous white mustache only accentuates his fatherly smile.

"I always knew you were real," you say, breathlessly, eager to impress. "Even when everyone called me names, I kept believing. I always stayed on my best behavior for you."

"I know you did," he says. "I have your list right here." Seemingly from nowhere, he produces a length of rolled up parchment, which he begins to unfurl as he reads. "All those times you helped young Cristopher with his homework, even when you wanted to go out with your friends...the way you check in on old Mrs. Rasherton every week...you're a real paragon of your community."

Your chest swells with pride. You'd do those things anyway, of course; goodness is its own reward. But it feels so wonderful to have your good deeds recognized by this man you so idolize.

"Of course, you've had some encounters with the naughty list, too. What child doesn't? That time at camp, for instance, when you allowed Trent Lipski to touch you under your underwear?"

You can feel your cheeks flushing. "I'm sorry, Santa. I tried to be extra good to make up for it."

"Or those times in the bathtub, when you put your private parts under the faucet?"

You look away. You can't stand the disappointment in his eyes. "I'm so sorry Santa."

You feel his hand on your cheek, gently pulling your gaze back to meet his. "Don't worry, Susie. No one can be perfectly good all the time, and your good deeds have vastly outweighed the bad. You are a good girl, Susie Summers, and that's why I'm here."

"Really?"

"Yes, my dear girl. You see, you're eighteen now and—"

"Almost eighteen," you say helpfully. Your birthday is January 7th.

"Close enough," he says. "You're growing into a woman, which means this is the last year I'll be able to bring you presents."

This comes as a surprise. You always known Santa Claus brought presents to children, but it never quite occurred to you that that meant he didn't bring presents to adults. "You mean...you'll never come here for me again?"

"I'm afraid so," he says sadly. "This will have to be goodbye. But because you've been such a good girl all these years, I've brought you one final parting gift, in addition to the ones below the tree downstairs."

"Really? What is it?"

His hand is on your thigh, caressing you gently. "You've been so good for me, Susie," he says. "I want to make you feel good. I want you to be extra good for me, one last time." His other hand is on your stomach now, furry white glove slipping under your sleep shirt. You're starting to be unsure if you want this gift, but you know it's rude to act ungrateful. "Can you be good for me, Susie?"

You nod nervously.

Slowly, one finger at a time, Santa slips the gloves off his hands. The skin underneath is like aged leather, wrinkly and soft. You gasp when he lifts up your shirt. "Look at this," he says, fondling your nipples. "Already so hard. I knew you had a naughty side to you."

No. You can't. You push his hands away, gently as you can. "I'm sorry Santa, I'm flattered, really, but I can't—"

Santa makes a clicking sound with his tongue, and all of a sudden your hands are being yanked back, toward the headboard. Some kind of cuffs clamp around your wrists, holding your arms far away from Santa's creeping, explorative hands. You look to your left and right, and see that they're not cuffs at all, but arms; thin, sinewy arms attached to a pair of thin, sinewy people no bigger than your forearm. They stare at you with large, unblinking eyes, and grin with mouths full of pointy teeth. They're strong, in spite of their size. You struggle against them with all your might, but neither seems remotely phased.

"You're a lucky girl, Susie," he says, playfully circling your areola with his thumb. "Most boys and girls never get to see a genuine Christmas elf. Meet Pepper and Ginger, two of my most trusted lieutenants. I could never do my job without their help."

The elf called Ginger—you can tell which is which because they wear name tags reading G. BREAD and P. MINT—pins your hand to the bed and sits on your wrist. She closes her eyes and begins grinding against the nub of your wrist bone.

Santa chuckles. "Of course, I make sure they get to enjoy themselves. I think that's the hallmark of any good boss, don't you?" He bends down and wraps his lips around your nipple, sucking and nibbling and groping at your other breast while he does it. You're afraid, but it feels kind of good, too. And you know Santa has your best interests at heart...doesn't he? When he comes up for air, Santa sees the tears running down your cheeks. "Oh, hush now, my dear, don't cry." He lays a tender hand on your face, wiping away a tear with his thumb. "I promise I'll be gentle with you. I'll make you feel good." He gets up on his knees and unbuckles his belt, pulling down his red pants to reveal white thermal underwear. This he unbuttons, and out comes...

You've seen a penis once before. Earlier this year, Daryl Dennis let you touch his at a party. You held it in your hand and stroked it up and down, delighting in the way he moaned and kissed you and told you how good it felt. When he came on your hand it snapped you out of whatever madness had taken you over, and you fled the room to wash it off. You hated yourself for weeks after that, tried to work extra hard to earn your place on the good list.

Suffice it to say, Santa's cock is about three times the size as the only other cock you've ever seen. It stands up so stiff that it actually touches his overhanging belly, and defined veins pulse up and down its length. He smiles when he sees you looking at it. "You came so close to letting Mr. Dennis be the first cock you ever felt inside you. I wish you could stay pure forever, but you're becoming a woman now. You should at least know what a real cock is like, so you have something to compare against."

He hooks his fingers under your waistband and pulls off your pajama bottoms and you panties all in one go. You're too afraid to fight back; those elves' teeth are sharp, and besides, you've spent so long trying to stay off the naughty list. A good girl would lie back and take it. You are a good girl. You are a good girl.

Santa's head is between your legs now. He's kissing your thighs, sniffing deeply, running his tongue along the outside edges of your crotch. One hand strokes his cock, and you can see he speeds up when his nose gets close to your pussy. "You know, Susie, I've found in all my years of life that the sweetest girls have the sweetest cunts. Did you know that?"

You shake your head.

"It's true. And you just might be the sweetest girl I've ever seen. So you can imagine how eager I've been to get a taste of this perfect, beautiful cunt. Let's get your juices flowing, shall we?" You gasp as his leathery fingers pinch the hood of your clitoris and pull it back, and a sound you didn't expect escapes your lips when his wet, warm tongue flicks across your exposed clit. He starts to trace slow, steady circles around it, taking his time, letting the desire build until your clit is throbbing with need. His moustache tickles your pubis as he closes his lips around your clit and begins sucking, first in long, slow pulls, and ramping up into quick, agonizing pulses. You begin to feel that feeling in your groin, the one you felt when you touched Daryl Dennis's cock, or when Trent Lipski put his hand in your pants, or when you hold your privates under the bathtub faucet. It's a tightness, a warmth, a wetness, and Santa must notice it too, because he smiles up at you. "Good girl. Let's find out what you taste like."

Suddenly his tongue is inside you, and you're moaning and arching your back and crying a little bit, because you're so scared but it feels so good. The elves grin and give you little kisses on your arms. Somewhere along the way Ginger has removed her pants, and she moans as her little elf pussy glides across your wrist. On the other side, Pepper's hands are on your pinky, lining it up with her exposed cunt, drooling as she pushes it inside.

When Santa comes up for air his glasses hang crooked on his face. "Hoooh, Susie, you must have the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted. Like caramel apples and candy canes. You really are one of the nicest girls who's ever lived."

You can't help but swell with pride at this praise. You've tried, really tried, and to know that it's paid off...it makes everything worth it. All the work, all the self-sacrifice, it wasn't for nothing. It's left a real, detectable mark on your body, and Santa can taste it in you. "Thank you, Santa," you manage to say.

"You're very welcome, Susie," says Santa. "And now that you're ready for me, I think it's time I made use of you." He straightens up, and flops his cock down on your stomach. It feels even bigger against your skin. You're afraid again. You know what's about to happen, and you're afraid it's going to hurt.

He throws his head back and moans with pleasure as the head of his cock parts your pussy lips. Your teeth grit and your heart pounds as you brace yourself for the pain, but it doesn't come. When he begins to push inside you, it's like he's stretching you out from the inside. There's no pain, only pressure, and increasingly, pleasure. He fills you up an inch at a time, expanding inside you, making you feel full in a way you never knew you could. You never should have doubted Santa. He knows what's best for you. He knows what you need.

"Ooohoho god, Susie," he says, picking up the pace now. "I knew you'd be worth it. I always know which good little girls will have the most delectable cunts. Girls like you, natural whores who make the choice to be nice, deny their nature to be sweet just for me...saving yourself for me...you know, somewhere deep down, that your little cunt is mine for the taking..."

He's right. He's completely right. When you fled the room after Daryl Dennis came in your hand. When you felt so guilty after Trent Lipski. What were you saying, implicitly? My holes are not for him. My holes are for Santa. You're moaning indiscriminately now, arching your back, your eyes rolling back in your head. The elves seem to be enjoying themselves, too; they moan squeakily as they ride your hands, apparently no longer worried about you trying to fight back. Santa's belly rolls across you with each thrust, and the heft of it is like a weighted blanket, comfortingly immobilizing. He grunts and moans with each thrust, the ball on his hat bouncing haphazardly. You feel something growing inside you, something wonderful and intense, something far better than the faucet on your clit, or Trent Lipski's fingers in your cunt. Your body is beginning to tremble, your legs bending and your toes flexing involuntarily. Suddenly you're afraid again; the sensation is too much, you can't handle it, you need to get away. Some animal part of your brain takes over; you're wrenching your hands free of the distracted elves, pulling yourself away from Santa's relentless cock, flailing your legs, kicking Santa in the solar plexus as he tries to grab at you. He doubles over, wheezing, and you know instantly you've done something terrible.

For a long moment the room is stock still. The elves seem just as frozen in fear as you are. Santa coughs, steadies himself against the bed. When he looks up, there's a darkness behind his eyes that wasn't there before. He clicks his tongue again, and the elves spring into action, grabbing you by the hair and turning you around so that your head hangs backward over the edge of the bed.

"I was going to give you a special present," says Santa, upside-down over you. There's a sick mirth in his voice that makes you shiver. "A Christmas present like no one's ever gotten before. But you had to go and be naughty." He says the word like it's the most vulgar epithet he can think of. "I was going to give you a son. My son. My heir. But my seed can't grow in a womb despoiled by filth." You feel a pressure inside you; it feels sort of like Santa's cock did, only harder, rounder, and growing. You lift your head to see what's going on down there, but it's all internal. It's getting painful now; you start straining to push it out. "The only thing your cunt is good for now," says Santa, a merciless twinkle in his eye, "is coal."

With a painful stretching sensation, a black mass crowns out of your cunt, spreading your pussy lips and stretching them wide as it pops out of you. It's a smooth, roughly spherical lump of coal, about the size of a baseball.

A leathery hand cups your chin and pushes your head back down. Santa's cock is inches from your face. "You're not going cocktease me, naughty girl. I'll get mine, one way or another."

Tears well up in your eyes as his cock parts your lips. You've never gotten coal in your stocking before, not once. You've spent your entire life being the nicest you could possibly be, and you had to go and ruin everything. You imagine what it would have been like to have Santa's seed growing inside you, your belly swelling with his son, your breasts inflating with peppermint-flavored milk. Instead you have his wrinkly, low-hanging scrotum slapping your face, and another lump of coal already forming inside your stupid, naughty cunt.

Santa forces his cock past your tongue, down your open throat. You gag, convulse involuntarily, but the elves hold you down, not to be caught slacking again. His belly drags across your face as he pulls back, and you spend a few seconds coughing and sputtering before he forces himself back down your throat again. Again, you gag, and when he pulls out this time you spit out a globule of thick saliva that collects around your nose and runs down your cheek. It goes like this for several more pumps: you gagging, struggling, crying, and him continuing to rape your throat anyway.

No, you think. Enough crying. You did something naughty, and now you pay for it. What do you always do when you catch yourself slipping into naughtiness? You're extra good to make up for it.

You steady yourself. Relax your throat. Santa is your king. Your god. Your everything. Your whole life, everything you do has been to please Santa. Now is no different. You start licking his shaft as it pounds away at your mouth. You can't see his face past his belly, but you can tell he likes it: the veins on his cock bulge under your tongue, and he groans with pleasure. Slowly, making sure the elves know you're not trying to fight, you lift your arms and grab the backs of his thighs, pulling him into you with each thrust. He takes the encouragement, picking up speed and enthusiasm. With one hand you begin to tenderly massage his balls, and with the other you stroke the base of his cock, the part that can't fit all the way down your throat. This is right. This is correct. My holes are for Santa, you think again. It's not for you to choose how he uses them.

You pop out another two lumps of coal, though you find that if you don't let them get too big it can be a somewhat pleasurable experience. You wonder how many nice things you'll have to do to stop them coming. You hope it isn't too easy. You moan as another one presses against your clit on its way out of you. You're desperate to rub yourself, but you can't take any attention away from Santa's beautiful, enormous, swollen, throbbing cock. That is your purpose.

With a long, shuddering groan, Santa presses his cock as deep as it will go. You feel hot cum shooting down your throat, collecting in your esophagus. He holds you there for a long time, your face in his overhanging belly, coal growing in your cunt. When he finally retreats you cough a huge glob of cum into your mouth. It tastes like cinnamon and nutmeg.

"Oh, little Susie," says Santa admiringly. "Even when you're being punished, you try your best to be nice." He sits next to you on the bed and begins gently massaging your throat. "It isn't enough to put you back on the nice list, but it's a start." He seems to think long and hard about something. "I'm a believer in second chances, Susie. I'll have to come back to this house next year for your brother anyway. Maybe I'll check in on you, and if you've been extra good..." he shoots you a twinkling wink. "I just might give you your special present after all."

Your head falls back in relief. You haven't squandered your chance! Santa is a merciful and loving god! The elves lay their heads on your breasts, petting your skin and cooing approvingly. The next thing you know, Santa is pulling up his pants, tucking in his undershirt, buckling his belt. He puts his hand on the knob of your bedroom door, but he turns back over his shoulder before he goes.

"Susie...you were right. Your holes are mine. No other cock, nor finger or tongue or any part of another person may penetrate them. But now that you're a woman...I believe it would be alright if you touched yourself, if you like. And know that I'll be watching." With that he's out the door, Pepper and Ginger in tow.

You get into a comfortable position in bed, head on your pillows, legs spread. You're slowly amassing a small pile of coal on your bedspread, and you're ready to go for another. You let this one grow a little while inside you, expanding until you can't take it anymore, then arch your back and close your eyes and furiously rub your clit as you birth it.

As a ball of coal the size of a small cantaloupe rolls to a stop on your sheets, your bedside clock clicks over to 12:01.

#r@pe fantasy #r@pe kink #cnc free use #cvmdump #cvmslvt #r@petoy #breeding toy #have you ever written a line that made you say 'jesus christ what is wrong with me'#anyway happy holidays to all you lovely filthy people out there

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leclerc-s · 6 months

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a nonsense christmas

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maejones 'i caught that holiday glee, my true love gave it to me.' i present to you a nonsense christmas.

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danielricciardo i thought you couldn't get anymore unhinged after nonsense, i was so wrong.

daphnejones mae, what the hell is this song.

↳ maejones it's a christmas song daph! do you not like it?

isabellaperez brb gonna go play it for christian and my uncle!

↳ maxverstappen1 ISABELLA DON'T YOU DARE!

↳ isabellaperez OH IT LOOKS LIKE JOS IS IN THE GARAGE!

↳ maxverstappen1 ISABELLA!

↳ user89 oh to be apart of this friend group

penelopetrevino sometimes i wonder how people think i'm the horny one when mae writes shit like this.

↳ dulceperez you wrote mayores. daphne wrote dress. mae wrote nonsense. i think all three of you are equally horny

user41 well i made the mistake of playing this infront of my parents i will never recover.

↳ user09 NO! OH I PRAY FOR YOU

esteban ocon i'm supposed to be able to look max in the eyes now?

lewishamilton i renounce our friendship. good luck to fernando and seb, but i'm done. find someone to replace me. maybe kimi or valtteri. hell kevin or hulkenberg might like these guys.

↳ georgerussell63 good luck being able to get away from us

user32 i fear jos is questioning who his son is dating and who his friends are

↳ landonorris oh, he did that way before this song or nonsense came out

isabellaperez JOS VERSTAPPEN IS NOT A FAN OF A NONSENSE CHRISTMAS! I REPEAT HE IS NOT A FAN! MAX TELL HIM TO PUT THE FUCKING FORK DOWN!

↳ user13 there's no way she actually did it

↳ maxverstappen1 I WARNED YOU NOT TO DO THAT! HE WASN'T GOING TO LIKE IT!

↳ user13 i stand corrected

↳ danielricciardo THIS IS THE FUNNIEST SHIT I'VE EVER FUCKING SEEN! NETFLIX BETTER BE RECORDING THIS BECAUSE IT'S COMEDY GOLD!

↳ alex_albon SHE JUST RAN PAST THE WILLIAMS GARAGE!! I THINK I'M ABOUT TO PEE FROM ALL THIS LAUGHING!!

↳ nataliaruiz PEOPLE! IT'S NOT JOS CHASING HER WITH A FORK! IT'S MAX WITH A WATER GUN! JOS LEFT THE GARAGE AFTER ISABELLA PULLED HER LITTLE TRICK!! HE HAD A FORK BECAUSE HE WAS HAVING LUNCH WITH MAE!!

↳ maejones YOU COULDN'T HAVE WAITED UNTIL HE WAS ALONE? I CAN NEVER FACE HIM AGAIN! OH MY GOD, DIGGING MY GRAVE AS WE SPEAK!!

↳ dulceperez she looks like a wet and angry kitten

isabella perez MAX EMILIAN VERSTAPPEN I WILL BE GETTING MY REVENGE!

max verstappen I'D LIKE TO SEE YOU TRY!!

isabella perez DULCE MARIA PEREZ! YOU'RE FUCKING NEXT!

esteban ocon she's in the alpine garage and she does look like a wet cat

oscar piastri i think it's kinda cute

logan sargeant AY-YO? ARE WE JUST GONNA SLIDE PAST THAT?

alex albon i think the songs kinda catchy.

daniel jones-ricciardo i did not need to know max had big snowballs.

mae jones you've literally seen him naked before pierre gasly UM WHAT? daniel jones-ricciardo IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! HOW I SUPPOSED TO KNOW HE WAS NAKED? max verstappen THERE'S THIS NEW THING. IT'S CALLED KNOCKING daniel ricciardo DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE QUOTE ALVIN AND THE CHIPMUNKS AT ME MAX!

fernando alonso i worry for all of you. also what does 'you got a new toy for me' mean? aren't all of you too old to be playing with toys?

esteban ocon i know you're not that fucking naive fernando. stop fucking with them. fernando alonso but it's so much fun

lewis hamilton OH MY GOD! SOME THINGS ARE BETTER KEPT A SECRET MAE!

mae jones so my sister can write dress and scratches down daniel's back but i can't write about max's dick?

carlos sainz i am permanently scarred. some things i can't ever unhear.

george russell i am in shock

esteban ocon i need 3 to 5 business WEEKS to recover from this.

sebastian vettel i'm speechless and not in a good way

mick schumacher ignoring who the song is about and that i know the singer, it's good.

freya vettel a certified christmas bop

natalia ruiz I NEED THAT CHARLES DICKENS. YOU'LL BE SANTA CLAUS AND I'LL BE MRS. I'LL TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE, I'LL BE YOUR VIXEN. I DON'T EVEN KNOW I'M TALKING CHRISTMAS!!

daphne jones-ricciardo i know someday you two idiots will have children and i pray they never find this song. just like i pray they never find mine.

rowan todd digital footprint is real guys, just look at timothee chalamet, the superior french guy.

esteban ocon uh oh, i think they're fighting again. dulce perez alright, what'd you do this time gasly? pierre gasly why is it always my fault? dulce perez it's always your fault bitch, so what'd you do? pierre gasly i didn't do shit, this time, she's just mad because i ate the last croissant. natalia ruiz uh oh, i know those symptoms. charles leclerc the world is not ready for little pierres rowan todd i'm not pregnant (i think) pierre gasly what the fuck??? isabella perez ARE WE GETTING ANOTHER BABY?? SO CLOSE TO BABY LECLERC?? AWWW!! YES!!

max verstappen god i hope not. one mini charles we can handle but a mini pierre no please no.

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¡leclerc-s speaks! shout out to @bb-swift who replied to nonsense and reminded me that a nonsense christmas existed. let's not talk about today's gp and use humor to cope. as a charles girlie i am struggling today as i have the entire season. i've also created a google form for people to fill out if you wish to be added to the taglist to any of my series.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

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untitledmemes · 5 months

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Christmas Classics Prompts

An assortment of prompts and starters taken from a variety of classic, iconic Christmas songs. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ Let the Christmas spirit ring! ”

“ Have a happy holiday! ”

“ Everyone knows a turkey and some mistletoe helps to make the season bright. ”

“ They know that Santa's on his way. ”

“ Although it's been said many times, many ways, Merry Christmas to you. ”

“ It's the right time to rock the night away. ”

“ Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet! ”

“ Been an awful good girl, Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight. ”

“ I'll wait up for you, dear. ”

“ Next year, I could be just as good if you check off my Christmas list. ”

“ I really do believe in you. Let's see if you believe in me. ”

“ The weather outside is frightful, but the fire is so delightful. ”

“ Let it snow! ”

“ If you'll really hold me tight, all the way home I'll be warm. ”

“ I don't know if there'll be snow, but have a cup of cheer. ”

“ Kiss her once for me. ”

“ It's the most wonderful time of the year! ”

“ Come on, it's lovely weather for a sleigh ride together with you. ”

“ Let your heart be light. ”

“ Next year, all our troubles will be out of sight. ”

“ Make the yuletide gay. ”

“ Someday soon, we all will be together if the fates allow. ”

“ It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas everywhere you go. ”

“ You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch. ”

“ You're as cuddly as a cactus. ”

“ You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel. ”

“ I wouldn't touch you with a thirty nine and a half foot pole. ”

“ I'll have a blue Christmas without you. ”

“ I'll be so blue just thinking about you. ”

“ Here comes Santa Claus. ”

“ He doesn't care if you're rich or poor, he loves you just the same. ”

“ A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight. ”

“ Later on we'll consprise as we dream by the fire. ”

“ My baby's gone, I have no friends to wish me good, once again. ”

“ Please, come home for Christmas. ”

“ Won't you tell me you'll never more roam? ”

“ I'm gonna get to know you better this Christmas. ”

“ Let nothing you dismay. ”

“ Somebody's gonna make a happy trip tonight. ”

“ So dig, Santa comes on big. ”

“ Have a yule that's cool. ”

“ 'Tis the season to be jolly. ”

“ Follow me in merry measure. ”

“ Everybody waitin' for the man with the bag. ”

“ You'll get yours if you've done everything you should extra special good. ”

“ Do you hear what I hear? ”

“ Do you see what I see? ”

“ Do you know what I know? ”

“ Happy Holiday! ”

“ It's the holiday season! ”

“ There's no place like home for the holidays. ”

“ No trip could be too far. ”

“ You better watch out. You better not cry. ”

“ Gonna find out who's naughty and nice. ”

“ He's making a list, and he's checking it twice. ”

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byersbootyshorts · 1 year

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Spencer’s embarrassing Christmas costume

Penelope was holding a Christmas party with a twist. You had to dress up but you couldn't choose your costume. She called it a 'Russian Roulette' costume. She'd written down a bunch of Christmas characters, put them in a box and made the whole team pick one.

"I'll go first since it was my idea," Garcia begins, rummaging around in the box until she finally pulls out a piece of paper.

"A gingerbread man. Or should I say woman." she exclaims.

"You'll be sweet as sugar, baby girl," Morgan smirks.

Next, the box goes to Hotch.

"The Grinch," Hotch says bluntly, reading what's on his piece of paper.

"Well, that seems appropriate," you laugh.

"Ay, I got Santa," Morgan smiles.

"I can't wait to sit on your lap, Mr Claus," Garcia jokes (at least you think she's joking).

Garcia passes the box around the rest of the team. JJ gets an angel, Emily gets a snowman, and Rossi gets Rudolph. It's just you and Spencer who still have to choose.

Garcia hands you the box and you pull out one of the last pieces of paper.

"Mrs Claus," you smile over at Morgan. "Well, it seems we have a couple's costume."

"Don't get too jealous, Reid," Morgan chuckles. "I'll try not to steal her from you."

There was one more costume left in the box and Spencer picks it out. Everyone stares at him, waiting to hear what he'd have to dress up as.

"An elf," he groans. The whole team starts to giggle.

"Aw, little boy genius as an elf," Emily says in a mocking tone. Spencer buries his face in his hands.

"Well, I think it's cute." You put your arm around him.

"I cannot wait to see this," JJ grins.

The night of the party.

"Don't you dare laugh," Spencer addresses the room before he enters.

"We won't, Spence, come on," you encourage him.

He steps into Garcia's kitchen and instantly everyone's hands cover their mouths, trying to hide their laughter.

Spencer's dressed in a green tunic, with red and white striped pants and a cute little green hat with a bell on top.

"Wow, Dr Reid, looking good," Morgan says between fits of laughter.

"Oh, shut up," Spencer complains.

"I think you look adorable," you giggle.

"Me too,” Rossi laughs. “Absolutely precious.”

"You know what, I'm gonna take it off." Spencer sulks. "I brought a change of clothes. You've seen enough of this."

"Wait, one second," Emily says before Spencer has time to head back out to his car. "Yes! I got it," she shouts, holding up her phone triumphantly.

The team erupts in laughter, looking at Emily's phone and the picture she's just taken of Spencer.

"Now you're costume shall live on forever, Reid," Emily chuckles.

"I hate you all," Spencer says before pouring himself a large glass of wine.

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plan3tstarr · 5 months

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Christmas Party

A/N: so so so so so sorry for not posting, school is just eating me up and my creative smut juices haven't been flowing but i decided since it's the holidays, i should give back to one of my favorite fandoms!!! hope y'all like it, and also sorry it's a few days after christmas. sorry for any errors as well!! hope you like it:)

Summary: My present to the JJK fandom and Gojo girlies, you're hosting a christmas party with some friends and things take a little turn

Warnings: Sex Toys, Creampie, Throatfucking, Handcuffs, Spanking, Roleplay, Hair-pulling, Teasing

WC(word count): 2,441

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It was Christmas day and it was a week since you last sex. You were horny like a beast but since you and your boyfriend Gojo decided to have a party, you had to keep your cool. But at least the party was fun. You and some friends decided it would be funny to try the new sex chocolate that has been going around and you shared a bit with Gojo. Drinking was also involved because what's a party with our alcohol? Then things started to escalate. The chocolate were starting to kick in and because you were so horny because it was ovulation week, that just made it worse.

You were dancing and laughing around with your friends until you felt a tight grip on one of your hands that pulled you away from your friends. You realized it was your boyfriend who had a serious look on his face. He brought you upstairs into your guy's room. You were confused but a bit turned on even more by this. He threw you onto the bed.

"Babe, what's wrong? This is so completely random and I don't understand what's going on right now." You said.

He closed the door behind him and started to undo his pants. You could the print through his pants. You knew he was drinking too. You said him drinking while you was dancing and you guys were all taking shots before.

"You know how I feel when I seeing you dancing." He replied. He took his belt off and started pulling his pants down.

To make matters even more fun, you guys decided to dress up as Mrs. and Mr. Santa Claus. You were wearing a short Mrs. Claus dress that hugged your figure with fishnets as leggings with some black boots. So he was already turned on from the start. You knew the chocolate was starting to kick in for him as well. You laid down flat on the bed, ready and excited for what was coming. He got on top of you, kissing you deeply. Your tongues were twirling with one another. He placed one hand on your mid-back and raised your upper half closer towards him. With his other hand, he went slowly down your left side and handed his hand on your thigh, insanely close to your pussy. You felt a shiver down there and whimpered a little bit.

He broke the kiss.

"What's wrong?" He whispered in low tone.

"I hate all this teasing, I've been waiting a whole week for this and when we finally get around to doing it, you're teasing me. I don't wanna get teased. I wanna get fucked. Fucked hard and rough until where I can't take it."

"Shhh. Don't be such a brat, you'll get what you want until I say so."

He got up from up from off of you and walked over to the nightstand. He opened the bottom drawer and got 2 pairs of handcuffs. He cuffed one end to the right end pf the bed and went over and did the same to the left. He turned and looked at you with lust in his eyes. He crawled back on the bed and came over to you.

"I promise I'll give you the best orgasm in the world tonight." He whispered in your ear.

That whisper sent shivers all in the right places. He took on off your hands and cuffed your hands to the left handcuffed and did the same to your right hand. You were very vulnerable. He got up and made sure the door was locked. He stand on the end of the bed and took his Santa outfit off and went over to the same nightstand and grabbed a vibrator. He knew just what to do with it. He turned it on and started to tease your hard nipples that made a print through your Mrs. Claus dress. You shifted your body in pleasure. You missed being touched. But this was the closest thing to it. He rubbed the vibrator around your right nipple which caused you to moan a little. He chuckled in response and moved towards the left nipple doing the same thing as before. You let out a soft little moan in response. It was feeling so good but you wanted more. You needed more. He started to slowly bring the vibrator towards your body. The vibrations going lower and lower on your body caused you to shift around on the bed. The vibrator hit the top of your pussy lips and then it stopped.

"I don't think I should keep going, maybe I should just leave you alone. Let you get back to dancing." He said in a deep tone.

"No!" You pleased. "I want this, badly. I fucking need this right now."

Your body was already teased from the nipple play and the chocolate from earlier. You were just ready to cum.

He gave you a smile. "Alright." He said.

He turned the vibrator off and put it back in the nightstand. He walks over to the end of the bed again and you look at him confused. What would be his next move? He crawled on top of you and spread your legs wide open. Your eyes were making contact with one another and it just made the situation worse. He had that sex look in his eyes.

"Let's see how horny you really are." He sticked 2 fingers inside of his mouth and licked them, then gently placing them inside of your vagina.

"Damn, you're really wet, huh?" He said as his finger went inside of your wet pussy.

A moan left your lips as his finger went deeper. This is exactly what you been needing. You move around a little due to the sensation of his finger pumping in and out of you. You felt an orgasm building up and fast. Your whole body started to warm up and your vision was getting blurry. It wasn't much but it felt like a whole lot of something. You could feel his eyes staring at you with that same smile from earlier. You felt your body ready to cum.

"I'm gonna cum." You said in a soft voice. You felt his fingers leave your body and his dick shoved inside of your hole. You started moaning loudly, cum started flowing out of your body, covering his penis as it pumped in and out of your pussy hard. You clenched your fists as he started fucking you rough. It felt so good. His dick vigorously rubbing your g-spot over and over as it went in and out ever so roughly. It felt so fucking good you could feel another orgasm forming once again.

"Fuck baby, you feel so good inside of me."

He placed on one of your breast and started playing with it. Teasing it, rubbing your hard nipple, and squeezing it. All the works. It all felt so good, you completely forgot about the party downstairs that was still happening. You wondered if the chocolate was kicking in for your friends as well. But that didn't matter for right now. You could feel a finger on your clit started to slowly rub it. The burning sensation was only growing now. The orgasm was coming faster and faster and you didn't want it to stop any time soon. The finger started to go faster and faster as his hard dick fucked you good.

"Fuck, Im gonna cum soon baby." He whimpered.

You felt his strokes getting sloppier and slower as he moaned while one hand squeezed your breast and the other holding on tight to your waist. He pulled his dick out as his cum started covering your lower stomach. You came your own self, making a little mess on your bed sheets once again.

"Fuck." He whispered.

He came on top of you once again and started kissing you passionately again. Your tongues making a twirl storm inside of each other's mouth. He broke the kiss once again and you saw that same smile from before. He leaned over to the left and started to undo the handcuff that was connected to the top of the bed frame. He did the same to the right but kept the handcuff cuffed to your right hand.

"What's up your sleeve now?" You asked.

"You'll see."

He placed the other handcuff on top of the nightstand and placed his left hand on your back.

"Can you bend that ass over for me?" He whispered in your ear.

You slowly rose up from the bed and turned your body over to where you was lying on your back. You started to arch your back for him and you felt his still hard dick against your ass. You shivered a little at what he was gonna do next. He took the other end of the handcuff and cuffed to your left hand.

"Looks like you where on the naughty list. Seems like Santa's gonna have to punish you." He whispered in your ear.

You felt a hard smack on your ass and your body moved a little. Seems like your punishment was spanking. He spanked you again but harder which caused you to moan loudly. Just before he was about to do it again, you heard knock on the door.

"Y/N, are you guys ok?" It was one of your friends. "We head a couple of nosies from above and we kinda got worse because y'all just left unexpectedly. We're just checking up on-"

"Everything is just fine, Y/N for sick so I'm caring for Y/N right now." He shouted.

"Oh, Ok!" You heard footsteps leaving and another smack on your ass and you could just tell a mark was just there.

"I hope Mrs. Claus learns her lesson soon." He said laying another smack on your ass just on the other cheek. You whimpered and moaned which each incoming spank.

You felt his tip rubbing against your pussy, teasing you ever so good. You tried to push his dick back inside of you but he caught you in the act and smack your ass once again.

"So needy." He said.

He teased your clit by rubbing his tip around it causing you to shiver and moan. You couldn't take the sensation, you just wanted another orgasm and fast.

"Baby please. I promise I'll be good." You moaned softly.

"If you say so."

He shoved his dick hard inside of you which caused you to moan into the sheets. He pushed your head down and propped your ass up to him. He pounded harder that before this time inside of you. His dick roughly going in and out of you as you moaned into the sheets of your bed. You could hear the wetness of your pussy and the cum that dripping from his cock making a wet sound as he pounded into you. Your ass was making a clapping sound against his lower stomach as he fucked your abused pussy.

"Fuck baby, you feel so fucking good on me." He moaned.

You moaned but it was muffled due to the face he pushed your head into the bed. Your body was hot, your eyes were starting to water, your vision was blurry, and you were getting fucked brain dead. No thought was in your mind, it was just your ass clapping back on his dick and a couple spanks here and there. It all felt so good. So right. Like an reward for something.

"I think I'm gonna nut soon." He said.

You've always had the idea of your pussy being filled up with cum but you knew the consequences to such actions but in this moment. It didn't matter. You wanted it all no matter what the result might be.

"Cum inside of me." You said muffled.

He wrapped your hair with one of his hands and pulled your head towards him. Tears of pleasure rolled down your cheeks as he looked in your eyes.

"What you said baby?"

"I said cum inside of me."

"I have no problem with that." He let go of your hair and pushed you back into the sheets of bed. His strokes began coming in faster and faster and harder and harder each time. Your pussy was filled to the brim with nothing but hard cock and your g-spot was getting roughly rubbed along with it. You could feel he was getting closer to his climax because the strokes were getting sloppier and slower.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum baby." He moaned as he filled your pussy up with nothing but pure cum as you came for your 3rd time. Your lower body plopped down onto the bed. You didn't know if your body could take it anymore. Soon, you felt the handcuffs that had your hands cuffed began to come undone. You heard the fall onto the nightstand they were once on. You wonder what was his next move and if you could truly handle it. He wrapped your hair back onto his hand and pulled you closer towards him on the right-middle end of the bed.

"Since you wanna be filled with cum like a cumslut."

He flipped your body back over so you're now laying on your back once again.

"Say "Aaa" for me princess.

"Aaa-" He shoved his hard dick inside of the back of your throat. You gagged on the surprise. He started moving back and forth inside of your mouth. Pre-cum and cum from earlier was dripping from his dick and some falling onto your face. He thrusted slowly into you, slowly picking up the pace. Soon your mouth with filled with dick thrusting roughly and hardly in you. You didn't know if you could take it. The tip was reached the back of your throat, making you gag a bit. Your eyes were watering even more due to the pleasure of the sensation.

"Shit! You're gonna make me cum again."

He went harder and rougher with thrust and you started to lose air for a bit. Soon you were gagging and choking on his dick until he bust a fat load in your mouth. It started dripping onto your cheeks and nose.

"Damn baby, you made me cum a lot tonight."

He said as he fell onto the bed on side of you. He let out a sigh and so did you.

"You should sallow my cum like a good girl."

You did as you were told and sallow the cum down your throat.

"I'm all fucked out for the night babe." You said.

"I can tell."

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acapelladitty · 1 year

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Whole Day Off: A Very Christmas Special 🎄

Summary: Twas the night before Christmas and all through the basement. A wicked thing happened, over a Santa hat placement. Witty Girl's stockings were knee-high and red, as she fell to her knees to give Dr. Crane hea-*gunshot*

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even the louse who remained in a hunched position over his work desk as you emerge from the bathroom of the basement.

Well, that simply wouldn't do.

Clearing your throat, the high-pitched jingle of the bells which line the very tip of your hat finally attract his attention as he glances over at your standing position.

The Mrs Claus outfit you had bought on impulse and saved for this moment is scandalous; the sheer red babygirl-styled teddy pushing your breasts up to an obscene level as the white fluff which decorates the edges of the red lace thong tickles your inner thighs with every slight movement.

He makes a noise low in his throat, his body moving quicker than you would have suspected him capable of as he slips free of his work stool and strides across the basement to stand before you.

"As foolish as whatever you are planning is, know that the colour red is very becoming on you." He mutters, the words suspiciously rough and muted as he pushes his wire-rimmed glasses back up his nose.

"Really?" You humour him with a wicked smirk. "You think so? Tell me more."

"I can't speak much for the childish costume, but the colour makes me want to see how closely I can match it on your skin through other means."

"It's not childish, it's Christmas."

"Same thing, different language."

"No love for the holidays, Dr. Crane?"

"I'm not much of a holiday person," he purrs, unable to prevent his hands from ghosting across the sheer fabric which covers your stomach, "and I never celebrate if I can help it. Just another distraction from the things that truly matter."

"If that's true then what the hell did I buy this for?"

Pulling out the object which you had carefully hidden behind your back, you don't miss the twitch in his jaw as he stares at the lurid red Santa hat.

"Absolutely not."

"Oh well." You sigh with exaggerated disappointment. "Then I guess I'll need to take this outfit off then. Which is such a shame because it feels wonderful as it clings to my skin. It's so soft and- oh well."

You turn back to the bathroom but find your exit paused by a thin hand as it locks around your wrist.

"You'll find it very tricky to take off when I have you fully wrapped up with some of that tinsel I can see poking our from your little bag on the couch. Is that what you want, Witty Girl? To be tied up and unwrapped like a salacious gift?"

"Maybe." You purr, unsurprised at how quickly he has seen through your game. "But only if you wear the hat."

"The hat."

"Mm-hmm."

Perhaps a result of all his blood rushing south as your hands run across the pronounced swell of your breasts, he does adopt a look of serious consideration as he follows the path of your fingers with his gaze.

"And what will you give me, in return."

Splitting into a wide grin as his inherent selfishness shines through once again, you place the tips of your fingers on his chest and guide him carefully to the nearby couch, allowing him to drop to the fabric without a hint of grace. Your hands move up to wrap around his knees, spreading his legs with clear intent as you drop to the floor and balance your weight on your knees.

"A head for a head." You explain. "You wear the hat and you get my mouth. It can be my gift to you and I think it's a pretty fair exchange given the circumstances."

"And what a nasty mouth it is." He mumbles, reaching for the hat with about as much enthusiasm as you suspected he might.

In only takes a moment before the Santa hat is perching precariously atop his head, the deep russet colour peeking free of the white fluff which rings the base of it as a grim line of displeasure settles on his lips.

Biting back a smirk at the obvious grouchiness, you drop your head to his inner thigh as you glance up at him coquettishly.

"Play along, Mr Claus, and I might even sit on your knee and you can decide if I've been naughty or nice this year."

"Naughty." He replies without hesitation. "All of your actions have demonstrated a pervasive naughtiness which even my extensive corrections haven't put a dent into."

"Then play nice and you can have your reward." You scold him gently as your fingers reach for his zipper. "Just like I'll have mine."

His cock is hot and heavy in your hand, straining against your touch, and it brings a smirk to your lips as you realise just how much of an effect your little costume seems to be having. He could bitch all he liked about not having any love for the holidays but that didn't seem to hold him back from enjoying this.

Licking a sordid line from the base of his cock to the tip, you loosen you jaw and relax your throat as you quickly dip your head forward, swallowing his entire length in one fell swoop until your nose brushes the very edges of his pubic hair.

The urge to gag is strong but it's placated by the sound of utter surprise which breaks free of his chest, the noise somewhere between a grunt and a moan as his back arches off the couch.

As your warm throat envelops him, the muscles massaging his cock while you pull yourself free, he is unable to prevent his hands flipping from their casually splayed position to claw their way into the fabric beneath his fingers.

The sheer nastiness of being on your knees before him never failed to make a hot flush of shame heat you from within, the subservience itching that little part of you which delighted in making yourself available to him and his twisted whims.

By this point, you know what he likes and you wield that accumulated knowledge like a dagger as you both your head along his length, using your hands to massage the base of his cock in a wicked pulse.

"And what about you, Dr Crane? Have you been naughty or nice this year?"

You ask the question a little hoarsely as you pull free of him, your enthusiasm making your throat feel tight even as you continue to pepper the tip of his cock with small kitten licks, the taste of his pre-cum as familiar as ever.

"I think we both know the consensus on that answer, witty girl. You're the special case who has somehow conflated my misbehaviour towards you as being something nice to enjoy."

A surprisingly teasing response and you can feel his good mood in the words and the way in which he is indulging your own whims.

"In fact-"

Continuing, he cuts himself off as he moves forward suddenly, capturing you in an unexpected grip.

His hands are are strong as ever as they wrap around your waist and pull you to your feet before snatching you down onto his lap; your knees spread on either side of his legs as the length of his cock presses teasingly at your sheer thong.

"I think I will alter my half of the bargain." He grunts. "Instead of that velvety mouth, I would much prefer having you wrapped around my cock so I can listen to the noises those beautiful lips make as you work for your reward."

Pulling a short string of tinsel from your abandoned bag, his torso pushes up against yours as he swiftly secures your wrists behind your back with a practised ease.

"Nowhere to escape to now, little mouse."

You tilt your head in faux-confusion.

"Who's trying to escape?"

"Not yet, maybe, but we'll see. For an alleged gift, you are lacking some decoration. Lets see-"

His hand once again dives into your bag as his long fingers secure around something and pull it free.

"Ah, perfect."

Eyeing up the familiar nipple clamps, you moan and push your chest out towards him in clear encouragement. He doesn't need to be told twice as his strong hands slips within the structured cups of your teddy to pull your breasts free, allowing them to fit comfortably in his palms for a quick, harsh grope before release.

He moves quickly, plucking at your nipple until it's peaked and reddened enough to snap the clamp on; the sharp shock of the pain taking your breath away as you arch your back and gasp. He repeats the feat quickly and you revel in the delightful ache of your chest as he flicks the left clamp with his finger.

"Hmm, you want this to be festive? Yes?"

"Sure. Why not."

He catches the end of your hat between his fingers, carefully ripping off two of the small bells which decorated the edge as he tears through the cheap fabric. Using the sharp edge of the pin which held the bells in place, he forces it through the thinnest part of the rubber edge of the clamp before doing the same to the other.

Impressed with his commitment to the bit, you reward him with a slight bounce of your tits as the tiniest movement caused the bells to jingle in a thoroughly pleasant way.

Your face must have shown your delight as the very corners of his lips tugged for only a moment before his hands returned to your chest; groping and teasing the skin there as the bells tinkle away.

"Just one more addition."

"You're enjoying this." You accuse as he dives into the bag once more.

"Your wicked debauchery has the unfortunate effect of being somewhat contagious. Particularly when the benefits are mine and mine alone." He pauses. "Still, do not be foolish enough to expect another gift from me for the holidays."

You barely refrain from rolling your eyes at him, knowing that the clear disrespect would irritate him.

Pulling another thick length of tinsel free, this one finds its home around your neck as you swallow around it with a sudden flush of anxiety. It's not the most comfortable restraint, ticklish and rough against your exposed skin, and you are forced to tilt your head back as he ties the ends around the tinsel which is restraining your hands.

Breathing heavily as you wriggle against him, the position is an interesting one. The tautness of the tinsel around your neck puts you in an interesting predicament as leaning your head forward chokes you further and forces your hands up your spine to prevent the material from tightening too much. Leaning your head back lessens the pressure but also forces your chest to push out in what you can only imagine is a delightful view for him.

The fabric of your thong is damp as you press down on his cock in open invitation, the insistent moving garnering a quirk of his brow as his right hand slips between you. His fingers are warm as they rub along your slit, testing the wetness there with an obvious rumble of approval as he lines himself up against you; his cockhead bumping against your sex.

"Let's see how nice you can be, witty girl."

Hilting himself within you with in one messy thrust, the sudden stretch draws a sharp yelp from your lips. Pained pleasure has you biting your lower lip as you roll your hips against him, your fingers pressing against each other as they remain pinned to your lower back.

Your rhythm is jerky, mostly guided by his hands as they hold your hips steady and bounce you stop him; every thrust making the bells on your chest ring out with a frantic pace as you gasp your pleasures.

The tinsel does a marvellous job of keeping your focus as you tilt your head back as far as possible to prevent the mild choking.

A choice which he seems to appreciate as his rough lips make themselves known on the exposed length of your neck; sucking a livid mark atop the area he tended to use as an injection site as you whine and clamp down around him.

As far as your fucking goes, it's a mess. Finesse is out the window as you both press against each other like animals and allow your actions to be guided by pure instinct and pleasure. His hands are everywhere against you; groping, nipping, massaging and worshipping your body with an unfamiliar reverence which makes you want to please him all the more.

His sadistic tendencies seem muted in favour of pure enjoyment and, in this moment, it could be easy to imagine yourself as just another couple enjoying the holiday season with some festive sex.

"Am I boring you, little mouse?"

His rough, slightly panting voice pulls you from your thoughts and you stare at him. The Santa hat looks ridiculous on his head and the silliness of it is at odds with the heated expression which he is piercing you with.

"Never. I think we both know you couldn't bore me."

"Then what are you thinking about?" One of his long fingers flicks at the clamp decorating your left nipple with amusement as the bell rings out.

"Nothing as exciting as what you're doing to me right now."

The response makes his brow furrow slightly as you evade giving him a proper answer but he accepts it at face value as he instead grinds his groin against your ass, his pubic hair tickling your inner thighs as you meet his movements with another roll of your hips.

Resuming your earlier frantic pacing, the hot arousal which sits low in your stomach is almost at breaking point as you whine and mewl with every renewed thrust. Hands restrained as they are, you can't reach your clit and a growl of frustration joins the cacophony of sound as you grind yourself against him, seeking additional friction that way.

It doesn't go unnoticed and his hand slips between your legs once more as his other arm wraps around your waist to secure you to him like an anchor. His fingers move in jerky circles as they press against your clit with a torturous pressure that borders on being too much.

Chest aching and neck extended backwards, the added pleasure proves enough and you come with a full-bodied shudder; your body clenching around him to milk every last shred of pleasure you can as you hilt yourself fully atop him. The tinsel pulls roughly against your neck with every small jerk and your convulsing is enough to force him over the edge as well as his orgasm follows just behind your own.

As he comes, his cock twitching within you with his last few lazy thrusts, his lips lock around your neck once more to bite down harshly on the sensitive junction where neck meets shoulder and the sharp pain draws a fresh groan from your lips as you lean into it.

Both ruined, the only sound within the room is your paired breathing as his fingers fumble messily with the tinsel which is looped around your wrists. It takes him a good moment but eventually he releases your hands - also freeing your neck since the tinsel there is no longer attached - and you fall forward onto his chest carefully.

The fabric of his shirt is smooth and your hands drop down for a moment to release the clamps which are still locked around your nipples; the sudden blood flow returning to them forcing a grunt of painnfrom your lips as shaky fingers drop them to the couch by your side.

Sated, aching, and thoroughly fucked, you allow a slight smile to play on your lips as you inhale the familiar scent of him through his shirt- the sound of his heart beating erratically in your ears.

"Merry Christmas, Jonathan."

The chest below your head stiffens and a wash of regret passes over your heated skin at the impulsive words. It was a sincere comment and he didn't seem to mind wh-

"Merry Christmas, witty girl."

A sighed response, but you don't miss the slight incline of his head towards you as his large hands come to rest on your lower back, locking you in position and showing his lack of intent to move anytime soon.

You would never be foolish enough to describe it as an cuddle, but it was close enough that you knew to shut your mouth and not question it.

After all, it was practically a Christmas miracle.

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kringletheelf04 · 1 year

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Caught and Laura is a bitch

(Chapter 9 of two souls entwined in the North Pole)

"What the hell is this?!"

I wake up with a start, nearly falling off the bed. An arm pulls me back before I can fall. I open my eyes as Bernard pulls me back up. I recognize that voice as my fathers. Uh oh.

"Why is there a person in your bed with you? And with Charlie here nonetheless! I though you were more responsible than this." Dad degrades me.

"Ugh. Can you turn it down a few notches first." I groan. "Secondly it's just my boyfriend!"

The light flicks on and I shield my eyes. "I'm sorry that my dad is insane Bernard." I apologize.

"Bernard! How the hell did you even get here?" Dad asks.

"Magic." Bernard deadpans, running his eyes from the light.

"Well, I apologize (y/n). But you should have told me." Dad shuffles into the room.

I rub my forehead as Bernard scoots closer to me.

"Told you what? My soulmate from the North Pole is spending the night?" I ask exasperated.

"Well when you put it like that..." dad mumbles.

"What's going on in here?" A small voice rings out from the doorway.

Charlie stands there, blanket in hand and a teddy bear dressed as Santa Claus tucked under his arm.

"Nothing sport. Your dad just didn't know I was staying over tonight." Bernard explains.

"Can I sleep in here with you guys? I had a nightmare!" Charlie stumbles to the bed.

I look to Bernard and he nods.

"Come on buddy. You'll be safe in here with us." I smile, picking Charlie up from the ground.

"I'm sorry for accusing you kid. I've just been so stressed going through these changes." Dad starts.

"I have too! My ears have grown points and I can now talk to animals. I'm still developing powers and Bernard has been helping me." I explain.

"So... how long has this been going on exactly?" Dad asks.

"Well... kinda since a week after the incident." I grimace.

"I mean no disrespect Santa. But they ARE my soulmate. This would have happens whether you became Santa or not." Bernard clasps his hand in mine.

"I guess we always knew you were destined for something greater than this. I just wish your mother could see you now." Dad starts tearing up.

"Oh, dad!" I get up, hugging him tight.

He realizes me from the hug and pats my shoulder.

"I think I'm going to need some sleep kiddo. Have a good night." He kisses me on the cheek, his beard tickling my cheek.

He shuts the door behind him, turning off the lights in the process.

"I'm sorry, I wouldn't have stayed or I knew you'd get in trouble." Bernard starts.

I cut him off with a quick kiss.

"Don't you even start Mr! I wanted you here as much as you wanted to stay. Now let's get some well deserved rest."

"Yes my snowbird." He beams at me.

Charlie snuggles into my side, practically straddling my leg. Bernard reaches around me and scoots as close as he can.

"Goodnight darling." I yawn.

(TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY TEDDY BEARS)

I woke up to no Bernard. The pajamas he borrowed neatly folded and set on the bedside table. Today is the dad Laura is taking dad to court. With our luck it won't be a good outcome. And with Charlie telling everyone about dad being Santa makes it seem like he's in unfit father. I'm going to court with him to testify for him to keep custody.

Charlie is cuddled into my side lightly snoring. I look sadly down at him, knowing that today very well may be the last time I see him. I gently scoot away. Taking this time to get dressed. I put on a blazer, collared shirt, slacks and a clip on tie. I ponder how to hide my ears and settle on a thick elastic headband. I walk downstairs and start to get breakfast ready.

"So, how do I look?" Dad saunters into the kitchen.

I turn to see him barely fitting into his suit.

"Err..." I pull a face and shake my head.

"I guess I'll just go with a sweater." Dad trudges off.

"Pancakes!!!" Charlie runs into the kitchen, hopping up onto the bar stool by the kitchen island.

"Yes, pancakes with maple syrup just for you!" I set the plate in front of him.

"Thanks (y/n)! You're the best!" Charlie says before shoveling pancakes into his mouth.

"Now remember! You can't say anything about Bernard, or dad being Santa, or me being the spirit of Christmas. Can you remember that sport?" I ruffle his hair.

"I'll try!" Charlie smiles.

“Good." I smile back.

After breakfast we all head into the car. I buckle Charlie's car seat and hop into the passenger seat of the car. It takes about ten minutes to drive to the courthouse and it's silent the entire way. Everything has a nervous air about it.

We go into the building and the proceedings start. Soon I am called to the stand.

"Your honor, Scott has been nothing but a good father to Charlie and I. He raised me on his own when my mother died as a young child. He's been constantly working to provide for Charlie and I. Never a day went by that we were hungry or not wanted. I want nothing but the best for Charlie." I tell the judge and he dismisses me from the courtroom.

Sitting outside the courtroom, I can't help but feel teary eyed. Dad comes out soon.

"They're talking to Charlie one on one. They said they'll call us back when they reached a verdict." Dad says, tears blooming in the corners of his eyes.

I pay the back of dad and I hear the potter patter of little footsteps.

"It's all okay. I told the judge everything about you and the North Pole!" Charlie beams.

Uh oh.

We are called back into the room. I sit next to dad, his hand enveloping mine.

The judge bangs his gavel and begins to speak. "After reviewing all of your testimonies, I've come to a very difficult decision. I'm sorry to do this in light of the holiday season, but in the best interest of the child, I'm granting the petition of Dr and Mrs Miller. Mr Calvin, as of today, all of your visitation rights are suspended pending a hearing after the first of the year."

Tears leak from my eyes and I have to support dad from collapsing in anguish. Leaving the courtroom all I can think is 'Laura is such a mega bitch!'

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Coal Dust

Warnings: 18+

Synopsis: Santa is married, the day is saved, and Christmas is underway. But then something else happens, as if Bernard hasn't been under enough stress.

Pairings: Snowfall Sweethearts ☕❄

The whole workshop is a mess.

Lines of black streak the floor as elves try to sweep up the residue left by the Toy Santa's big idea. Charcoal mixes with snowy boots to make a slippery, murky, sludge on the tile.

Bernard leads Mrs. Claus inside, the snowy courtyard a mess of gray snow behind them.

He grabs Charity's attention when people try to pull him away.

"Can you show Mrs. Claus around?"

"Me? Are you sure? Shouldn't Curtis-"

"You've spent more time in the mortal realm than any of us," he explains, "I figure you'll be best to answer any of her questions. I trust you."

Her heart flutters, "O-okay."

"Thanks, Shiver," He turns to Carol, pulling Charity next to him, "This is Charity, she's going to show you around. Anything you need until you get your bearings, ask Charity."

"Hi," she smiles shyly at the mortal.

He scurries off to help in the Comm room, the last thing he needs is something happening to Santa.

She can appreciate Carol wanting a detailed tour, when she first got back to the pole she'd gotten lost a few times herself.

"This is the Comm. Room," she explains, "This is where we can stay in touch with Santa while he's out on delivery."

"How's everything going?" Bernard asks, it's been over an hour and nothing's gone wrong so he's started to relax. He's also started to realize just how worried he'd been, not just about Christmas, but the red haired elf in front of him specifically.

While he was restrained away from the others he'd heard breaking glass and angry yelling. As it turns out, Charity, never one to sit by quietly, had thrown a stool through one of the workshop windows when Toy Santa locked the elves in.

His eyes settle on her face, black powder smudged on her cheeks, one of which has a line across it, darker than the rest. His eyebrows furrow and he goes to say something when he's interrupted.

"Everything is... wow," Carol grins, "This place is amazing!"

He smiles at her with a nod, "I'm glad you like it. Where are you off to next?"

"Bedroom and living quarters," Charity says, "I'll see you later."

She turns to leave but stops when she feels his hand on her wrist.

"Can I borrow her for a minute?" He asks Carol, not waiting for a reply when he pulls her aside.

"What's wrong?" She asks at his suddenly worried expression.

She watches with wide eyes when he brings his hand up to brush her hair away from her face.

"What's this?" She flinches at the sting from his thumb grazing the line on her left cheek. His eyes narrow, "Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing," she insists, pulling his hand from her face, "I'm fine."

"No," He shakes his head and moves both his hands to cup her face now, "I want you to go see Dr. Histmas, I'll take care of Mrs. Claus."

"I'm okay, Twitch, seriously. It's nothing a warm washcloth and some Neosporin can't fix."

"You're sure?" His eyes search hers for any doubt and she smiles at him.

"Positive."

He pushes down the sudden urge to lean forwards and capture her lips with his and reluctantly lets his hands fall from her face.

She can feel his stare as she goes to join Carol in the hallway.

"How long have you two been together?" She asks and Charity's eyes go wide.

"W-we-we aren't!" Her face and ears go red. She hurries ahead, leading Mrs. Claus toward their next stop.

Another fifteen minutes of thinking about those adorable chewed and chapped lips and Bernard drops what he's doing to go find her, he's been pushing this down for far too long.

He loses his nerve outside Santa's living quarters and starts pacing. He should just go back to work.

He jumps when he turns around to an opening door, coming face to face with a surprised Charity.

"Did something happen?" She asks, "Is Santa okay?"

"He's fine."

"That's good."

It's quiet for a moment.

"So-"

"I wanted to-" They both freeze, and he clears stammers, "S-sorry... What were you going to..."

"Nothing... please, go ahead."

Why are his palms sweaty? He takes a deep breath.

"I wanted to... Know if you wanted someone to walk you home?" He gives her a crooked smile. Chicken, "It's late and you look exhausted."

"Oh..." Oh? What does that mean? "Sure Twitch, I'd love if you'd walk me home."

The walk to her cottage is quiet, but a comfortable kind of quiet. The kind of quiet that's warm and breathable.

He smiles when she slips her right hand in his left, testing the waters before leaning into him and wrapping her other arm around his.

"Thank you," She says, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

"For what?"

"The company."

He can feel the points of his ears turning pink and his smile widens.

The inside of her cottage is cozy and much more homey than his apartment, not that he spends much time there anyways, too busy running around all the time. He finds himself immediately relaxing as soon as he steps inside.

"I'm gonna go take care of this," She motions to her cheek, moving away, "I'll be right back."

""Let me," He follows her into the bathroom.

"Are you sure? I-I can do it."

He just smiles and maneuvers her to sit on the side of the tub.

She can't help but stare while he patches her up, cheeks turning a bright shade of red when he kneels in front of her and tucks her hair behind her ear.

He pouts, eyebrows creased together as he carefully cleans the coal dust from the wound, whispering a soft apology at every flinch, "I'm sorry... I'm almost done... just a little more..."

"There," he says, thumb smoothing over the freshly placed bandage, "Good as new."

His eyes go wide when she leans close, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

He's in complete shock.

"Merry Christmas, Bernard."

She kisses him again, harder than the last, but only just so. More confident than before.

It takes him a moment before he completely melts into her, eyes fluttering shut. His hands find purchase on her hips and he smiles against her lips.

"I've wanted to do that for over 600 years," he breathes, forehead pressed to hers.

"Then why didn't you?"

"I- w-w-what do you mean? I mean-" He looks up at her, "You... Santa assigned you out of the pole, I didn't know the next time I'd see you, I was scared! It-... It wasn't the right time."

"And now?"

He starts to smile again, that crooked, goofy smile she loves, "I would love to see where this goes. If you'll have me, that is."

She doesn't say anything, just cups his cheeks and pulls him into another kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes?" He laughs lightly.

"Stay," She says, "Here, tonight. I- I want to spend Christmas with you."

His face falls. There is nowhere he would rather spend the day, than curled beside her, but, "I have to go back to the workshop. I have to be there when Santa gets..."

He trails off, one of his curls wrapped around her finger, sad smile etched on her face.

"I can come back!"

She shakes her head and stands, "It's fine, Bernard."

"No, I can! I can come right back over once Santa gets back and we debrief and I-I-I," he hurries after her, holding on to her hand, "Charity, please."

"It's okay," Her smile isn't full, he wants it to be, "I understand, you're super busy as head elf, Santa relies on you. I get it, Twitch, I do."

She's taken aback when his hands firmly hold her face, looking at her like a kicked puppy, "Please don't be sad. I don't want to start this with sad. I am very busy but I will come back as soon as I can... I promise."

He feels her arms snake around his middle and she pulls her face from his hold, nestling it against his neck.

"W-wow, okay," The sudden increase in affection brought on by this whole situation has his head spinning. He can feel her breath on his skin as she relaxes in his arms, "Is it okay if I come back?"

She nods, falling further into him.

"I... I have to go, Shiver," He says, still not pulling away, "Will you be awake when I get back?"

"I dunno... I can try?"

"No," He leans back and runs his fingers through her hair, smiling tenderly, "No, get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."

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"Is something going on?"

Santa has never seen Bernard rush through a post-delivery debrief like this before.

"Nope."

"Bernard?" The pointed look makes the elf shrink slightly.

"I-I'm just tired, it's been a long month," It's not a lie, the whole toy Santa debacle has him exhausted.

"Uh-huh," Santa's eyes narrow, "Have you seen Charity?"

"W-what?" His voice cracks, "No! Why?"

"Someone said she cut herself when she was trying to bust out of the workshop. I didn't know if you knew how bad it was."

"Just a knick on her cheek, she's okay."

"So you have seen her."

"I-Wha-w-well yeah! Earlier! But when you asked I thought you meant recently, not like earlier than n-now..." he rambles, chuckling nervously.

"O... kay?" Santa shakes his head, "Well, I think that's it for the debrief. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go kiss my wife."

"Yeah! Y-you do that, sir!"

His cheeks puff up as he lets out a breath of relief.

By the time he gets back, the cabin is dark. He tries to be as quiet as possible, until his foot catches the side of a table, sending him and a few knickknacks toppling to the ground.

Charity bolts upwards when she hears an exclamation from the front room.

"Silent night!"

She relaxes hearing Bernard's voice. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, keeping the large fluffy blanket wrapped around her as she shuffles into the living room.

She's still half asleep as she clicks the light on, catching him picking up his mess. His face softens when he sees her, and he stands up.

"What are you doing up?" He asks.

She doesn't say anything, just steps close and leans into him, cheek squishing against his shoulder.

"I didn't mean to wake you," He rubs her back, "C'mon, go back to bed, I'll take the couch."

She takes a deep breath and steps away but doesn't let him go for the couch, instead pulling him with her.

He sits on the edge of her large bed as he kicks off his boots before looking over at her, "Are you sure you don't want me to take the couch?"

The next time she wakes up, she's snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He's out cold, Christmas and the days that follow traditionally being the time he sleeps the hardest. The stress and excitement from the holiday finally off his shoulders.

She reaches up, twisting his curls around her fingers and taking in his flushed cheeks, still smudged with coal dust.

"Merry Christmas, Twitch."

He pushes his face into her hair, muttering in his sleep, "Merry Christmas."

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