#christmas smut

unwrap you with my kiss // (a bethyl christmas smut oneshot) unwrap you with my kiss beth greene/daryl dixon smut rated E // 10k+ words It’s Christmas time, which means Beth is visiting the mall with her family for their yearly photos with Santa Claus. Little does she know, the guy in the fake beard and the big red suit has a little more in mind than just a brief sit on his lap. But maybe she does, too… as I lick upon his peppermint I’m gentle with his ornaments icing on my lips now it’s time to open my p resent –“Rated X-Mas” by Millionaires He took a long drag off his cigarette before dropping it to the floor and snuffing it out with his boot, and as he exhaled the gray cloud up towards the ceiling, he rasped out in a gravelly voice, “Ho ho ho.” “If that’s what you want me to be,” she quipped, stopping just in front of him and looking up at him. “You did say I could be on the naughty list.” Daryl grunted. “Seems y’already are.” Beth shrugged, feigning a coy innocence as she batted her eyelashes at him. “Does that mean ya won’t be comin’ down my chimney this year?” A knot formed in Daryl’s throat, his cock growing fully hard. He managed to respond, “‘M tryna make a point of visiting the naughty girls first.” She could feel the heat coiling in her belly, blood rushing, a tiny pool of wetness already forming in her panties. She bit down on her lower lip teasingly, glancing him up and down before meeting his icy blue eyes again. “Guess it’s a good thing I saved you a cookie, then.”

can you do reader giving stepbro!clark head under the table at thanksgiving 🤭🤭🫣

auajsjsjsj anon i got to this so late let’s just say it’s christmas “Now just where is y/n?” Chloe sighs, plopping down in the seat right next to Clark. “I have her gift right here and I mean, I don’t wanna eat without her…” Clark shudders. He can feel every twitch of your mouth as you take all of him in your throat. “M— maybe she’s…” He shudders again, huffing when you pull back to swipe your tongue across his tip. You tug hard on his pant leg right under where you pulled them down to accommodate your head, a silent ‘get it together’ even though you know your brother’s terrible on the spot. “Maybe she’s upstairs?” He chokes out, fingers twisting in the tablecloth. “You should ch— check.” Clark suggests with a strained smile. “Eh, maybe.” Chloe places your gift — wrapped in shiny paper of your favorite color — under the table, a few feet away from you. She hums along softly to the Christmas song playing on the record player in the living room, tapping her fingers on the table. Please leave, Chloe , Clark thinks, and feels a tiny bit bad about agreeing to this when he did. He really should stop letting you drag him into things. It never goes well. “Hey, did you hear about…” Chloe rambles on about something going on at school, something Clark thinks he’d be able to express his enthusiasm for if you weren’t still under the table, choking on his cock with no signs of letting up. Your mother is in the kitchen basting the ham and preparing the last of the sides and your father is in the living room, draping red and green tinsel around the tree. Clark doesn’t know how he’ll make it out of this alive. He’s relying on his poker face but he really shouldn’t be, considering the fact that he’s also terrible at masking his facial expressions. You persist, though, your head bobbing up and down as Chloe keeps talking about everything from the mundane to the supernatural. At one point, Clark tries to ask her a question, but closes his mouth as soon as he opened it because he doesn’t trust whatever would come out to not be a moan. Finally, Chloe pushes up and says, “Alright, I’m actually getting concerned now. I’m gonna go and look for y/n…” She casts a quick glance toward the kitchen. “Make me a plate if it’s done before I come back, would ya?” Clark gives a nod and breathes out in relief when he hears the sound of Chloe’s boots clomping up the stairs. “Y— you really—” Clark’s breaths start to get faster. You smile around him and suck harder, determined to make him cum down your throat before Chloe returns and the rest of your and Clark’s friends arrive. Clark grips the root of your hair at your crown when he finishes with a quiet groan. You hold the hot liquid in your mouth for a while and look up at Clark teasingly from under the table, wiggling your eyebrows. He gives you an urgent glare and you roll your eyes, standing up as you swallow. Funnily enough, it hits your stomach immediately, warms you up and sends shivers down your body. You sit down on the other side of Clark and he takes the chance to zip up and button his pants, hands shaking as they work in a hurry. As if on queue, Pete’s car pulls into the driveway and Chloe walks back down and over to the table. “Well, Clark, I couldn't— oh! There you are!” Chloe’s eyes light up when she sees you and she gives you a big hug, her smile warming your heart. You’ll let her assume that you were outside and came in while she was upstairs. “Did you see the gift I got you?” You ask her, grinning. Chloe gasps excitedly. “No… did you see mine?” You shake your head. Well, you didn’t see what was inside the box… “Let’s go outside and wait for everyone before we open 'em.” You lead Chloe away from the rather disheveled Clark, still catching his breath. He smiles and waves at the two of you, mumbling a weak excuse about helping your mom with the mashed potatoes as he watches you greet Pete in the doorway and go out to sit with him on the porch. “You feelin’ okay?” Martha asks your brother, concern dusting her features. Clark exhales, forcing himself to stand. “I’m fine.” He has no idea how, but you absolutely knocked the wind out of him. So he figures a repetitive, low effort task is just what he needs to snap out of it. “Need any help with the mashed potatoes?”

As promised, here’s a Bill Skarsgård’s smutty Christmas fanfiction as requested by @loushaw131460 . It was a mission to write it between all the cooking and the visits, and the presents. But I’m very pleased with it. Word count: @ 3.800 Strictly over 18’s Warnings : mentions of past abuse ( very slight mention), mention of spliff, sex (oral f/r. unprotected p in v), fluff, hot chocolate. Lovely little taglist : @loushaw131460 , @kikibit THE SWEDISH CHRISTMAS OF MISS FLORENTINE GARDE A Bill Skarsgård +OC fanfiction ✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨❤️✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨ The train from Arlanda Airport arrived at Stockholm Central Station. It was mid afternoon on Christmas Eve when Florentine set foot on the streets of Stockholm for the first time since she had finished with her fiancé. Spending Christmas on her own in Sweden was a deliberate choice. For the past year she had been trying to piece together the shards of her life after she decided to leave Michael. Her dream of a life with him had been shattered by his love of alcohol and his tendency towards cruelty when he was intoxicated, which was more often than not. Stockholm was a city they had visited together many times. She fell in love with it on the first visit. For Florentine it had an atmosphere that resonated with her. So after a year of feeling lost and broken she decided to reclaim Stockholm for herself. Make it her own, not a memory associated with Michael. She booked herself a nice hotel and a holiday to discover new spots in the city and visit some old favourites, like that games shop in Gamla Stan, or the streets of Södermalm at night. She entered the hotel, new, modern, with a very Scandinavian style, which she loved. She walked to the reception and was greeted by a member of the staff. She showed her passport and her reservation papers. The girl looked up her name on the computer and after a while she frowned and asked her supervisor for assistance. After another couple of minutes, Florentine noticed that something was not ok. “Excuse me, is there a problem with my booking?“ The reception supervisor looked at her with an apologetic expression. “I’m very sorry Miss Garde. But there seems to have been an error with your booking. We can see that it was correctly made but somehow it wasn’t entered properly in our system. We do not have any room available for you “ “But, what am I to do now? I have already paid for it, and it’s Christmas Eve. It’s a bit late to find a room somewhere else” “I understand, and I do apologize for the misunderstanding. I can try to find a room in another hotel for you, if you want“ “That would be very nice of you. Please” Florentine went to sit on a sofa while the supervisor tried to find her another place to stay. After about half an hour they came back to her. “I’m really sorry Miss Garde. There’s nothing available in the whole of Stockholm, you see… Christmas. I have refunded your money.” Florentine tried to make them see her situation. She had nowhere to stay and it was getting late.. They couldn’t offer any help so she left. She walked for a while and went into a nice café to try to put her ideas in order and to find a solution. Sitting at a table in a corner and with a cup of tea in front of her, Florentine was torn between giving up and trying to find a solution. She felt tears of impotence and frustration pricking her eyes and fought them. She wasn’t going to start crying in a public place, not anymore. Then, a large, elegant hand with long fingers, placed a mug of spiced hot chocolate in front of her. She looked at it for a couple of seconds and then raised her eyes to the person standing beside her. “I’m sorry, I haven’t ordered any hot ch-” Her heart stopped, she blinked, and in her mind she only could think ‘wtf?’. Standing beside her, it was Bill Skarsgård, THE Bill Skarsgård. And he was looking at her with angelic expression and a sweet, warm smile. “I know” he said with his grave voice, which sent shivers down her spine “But I also know by experience that any problem looks less daunting after having a hot chocolate, and you seem very troubled” Florentine felt the blush creeping up to her cheeks. She seemed to have lost the ability to speak. “May I sit down?” She nodded and managed a timid “of course”. Bill sat down as a waiter brought another hot chocolate for him. Florentine had, meanwhile, recovered her voice. “It’s very kind of you Mr Skarsgård “ “Bill, my name is Bill”. He said softly, smiling at her again. “And you are…?” “I’m Florentine, nice to meet you Bill” She even managed a smile. This situation was surreal. ✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨❤️✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨ Bill was looking forward to a tranquil Christmas break in his beloved hometown of Stockholm. This past year had been hectic. So many projects: three movies, post-productions, pre-productions, promotion tours, modelling contracts, film festivals… A few days with his siblings and parents, catching up, having fun. It sounded heavenly to him. He had arrived at Stockholm the night before, Gustaf had been fantastic, he had filled up his fridge and prepared Bill’s apartment ahead of his arrival. They met for lunch and caught up with each other. Now in the early evening, Bill strolled around the streets of Södermalm, relishing the feeling of being back home. He went to his favourite café. They knew him there for at least fifteen years. When he arrived, his usual table at the corner was occupied. Sitting there, on her own, there was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was sweet and delicate. With expressive eyes. But she seemed sad and preoccupied. Hell, her eyes were glassy and he could see she was fighting back the tears. She looked small and lost. Besides her there was a small trolleycase. He felt a tug in his heart, and approaching the counter he ordered two hot chocolates, he took one and instructed the waiter to bring the second if he saw him sitting down at the table. ✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨❤️✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨ “Nice to meet you Florentine. What a beautiful name you have” Bill said, looking at her with his intense green eyes. Florentine blushed crimson to the roots of her hair, and lowered her eyes. “Thank you”. she said in a low sound, just above a whisper. “I’m going to be honest with you” Bill’s voice was kind, warm and welcoming. “I saw you looking sad and worried. Is there anything I could do to make you feel better?“ Her eyes shot to his, surprised at his selfless generosity. “I’m not a creep, I promise, I’d really like to help you” He added, trying to make her feel at ease. “ I don’t think you’re a creep at all. You always come across as so lovely, and sweet in your public appearances” “Ah, so you know who I am”. He said, pulling a funny face. She giggled and blushed again. “I don’t live under a rock, you know?” “I didn’t think you would, and at least you’re smiling. Care to share your worries with me?” “Gosh, It doesn’t get more wholesome than you” She blinked under his stare. He was looking at her intently, really seeing her. It infused her with enough confidence to open up and she told her a bit about herself and the events that had brought her to her current predicament. Bill listened attentively. He could feel her vulnerability and insecurity, but also her courage and determination to end a toxic relationship, to try to rebuild herself. To be brave enough to travel alone, in search of her happiness. He was a very social person, and he admired in her that she tried to find the peace and joy within herself before looking for it in someone else. “And then all your plan of a lovely holiday is falling through, and you end up stranded in a café having chocolate with a crazy stranger” “Well, now we’re not strangers, are we?” She said, quoting one of Pennywise’s most popular phrases. “I know who you are and I have told you a bit about myself” Florentine was alternating between smiling timidly and blushing. Bill laughed at seeing her quoting him, and he felt some kind of sweet ache in his heart. She was lovely, beautiful and funny. She was also painfully shy, or was it insecurity?. After hearing how her ex had treated her, he wasn’t surprised that she felt insecure. But he found her fascinating. She had an aura of kindness and sincerity that made her more attractive than any physical qualities. And of those she wasn’t short either. He found himself drawn to her, he wanted to know her better. “Listen, I’m going to suggest something. You’re free to say no, but my intentions are honourable, I promise.” His gaze was fixed on her, gauging her reaction. He didn’t want to spook her. “Go ahead”. She invited him to continue. “I live in the area, alone. I’ve got a nice and comfortable apartment. If it’s ok with you, I would love it if you wanted to come and stay. I truly mean it” Florentine couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She looked at him gobsmacked. “Are you offering me to stay at your home without even knowing me? I could be a psychopath for all you know! “ Bill laughed heartily, She thought he should be wary of her and not the other way round. She was a good foot shorter than him for crying out loud. “If you end up being a psychopath, I’ll eat my beanie hat” he said solemnly. “It’s starting to snow. I will cook you dinner and we can listen to music and talk. What do you say?“ What could she say? This was one of those opportunities that shows only once in a lifetime. She wanted adventures, there it was, in the shape of the most beautiful man on Earth. “Ok, I’ll accept. But let me help you with dinner, I’m a very good cook” “Deal, let’s go. My apartment is only a couple of blocks away” ✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨❤️✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨ They left the café. Bill carried her trolleycase and offered her his other arm. She was shivering. Perhaps for not being used to the Scandinavian weather. Or maybe it was something else. Night had long fallen over Stockholm. They walked the beautifully lit streets. Florentine felt tiny by his side. She barely reached his shoulder. But this made her feel safe and comfortable. They soon arrived at an apartment building and a couple of minutes after they were inside his place. Bill’s home was tastefully decorated, in that practical and elegant Scandinavian style that she so much liked. It was a two bedroom apartment, spacious but without showing off. It spoke of his good taste in its simplicity. The colours, furniture and decorative fixtures gave a cosy atmosphere. She loved it immediately. Bill took her to a guest room with an en suite bathroom and left her to freshen up a bit. A few minutes later she found him in the kitchen. He was opening a bottle of wine. He served two glasses. Both of them had changed into loungewear. They cooked dinner together, talking, joking and laughing. They felt so comfortable with each other. Bill was pleased to see that she wasn’t feeling so insecure. He found himself actually caring for this tiny girl that he had met only a few hours ago, and mentally cursed her ex for making her feel bad about herself. He could clearly feel himself more and more attracted to her with every minute that passed. He made grilled beef sirloin with peppercorn sauce, mashed potatoes and steamed vegetables. She made chocolate and rum pudding with fig jam. They ate, finished the wine and moved to the lounge. She played him her favourite songs on Spotify and they talked about music, tastes and finding common favourites. He reached for a box on the coffee table. Before opening it he looked at her and asked for her permission. “I smoke, but in this box there are some joints. I usually have one when relaxing at home but if it makes you uncomfortable then I won’t do it “ “I don’t mind at all, honestly. Besides, you really make smoking look sexy, so I’m looking forward to seeing you lighting one up” Almost immediately she realized what she had just said and blushed again, lowering her head in embarrassment. “Is that so? “ he asked cheekily. “Look at me” She slowly looked up to meet his eyes just to find him looking at her with his trademark dark stare. Her heart skipped a beat and she looked like a doe caught in the headlights. If in that moment he had asked her for her soul, she would have given it to him without hesitation. “Are you frightened, you don’t need to be” He said with a husky voice that matched his stare. Florentine felt her insides melting at the sound of that voice. She rushed to explain herself. “No, no. I’m not frightened. It’s that.. I feel a bit… self conscious. I don’t think I’m anything special, while you… “ Without taking his eyes off her, Bill left the box on the table. His hand cupped her cheek while he slowly started closing the distance between them. At that moment her Cigarettes After Sex playlist started sounding. He got up from the sofa, took her by the hand and pulled her up. “Come, we’re going to dance” He slowly wrapped his arms around her shoulders pulling her towards him. Her heart was beating furiously. She was sure it was echoing all over the room. He really could dance. He moved smoothly, gently. Her head was tilted up to look at him. It was heavenly on the playlist and in the room “You think you’re nothing special? Is that what your ex made you think of yourself?. Because I think you’re spectacular and beautiful, and… I feel very attracted to you” His words tumbled off his mouth passionately. “You’re trembling, please, tell me that it’s for the same reason that I’m pouring my heart out to you “ Her small hands were resting on his chest, and she could feel his heart beating as fast as hers. All she could do was nodding as her breath became more quivering. Both his hands cupped the sides of her face as his mouth descended over her. His lips were so warm, so soft, so plush. He kissed her slowly at first, tentatively. But when she responded, he took his sweet time savouring her, letting the echo of her little moans inside his mouth make his body tremble with anticipation. He felt her body jolt, and tears run down her cheeks. He kissed them sweetly, drinking her tears, then he kissed her all over her face, gently, lovingly. “Please, let me make you feel confident again, let me make love to you the way you deserve, my sweet lost girl” What was she to do, but saying yes?. After being so neglected, now this absolute angel of a man wanted her, liked her. She didn’t want to wake up from this dream so she gave herself completely into it. “Yes, of course yes. And I also want to make you feel good and happy. No fears, no restrictions, just Carpe Diem” Bill started undressing and so did she. They just kept their undies on, for the time being. Florentine raised her arms and wrapped them around Bill’s neck. He hoisted her. One hand holding her bottom and the other around her waist. While their mouths devoured each other. “Where do you want to start? “Bill asked between kisses. “Sofa, floor, counter, window?” That made her giggle. “Ooooh, that’s a world of options. Hmmm… window?” “Naughty girl, I knew you had it in you. Window it is” He said carrying her to the big floor to ceiling windows. They overlooked the water. The lights in the room were dimmed to a faint glow, yet the frisson of having sex in front of a window was electrifying. There was an armchair next to the glass panes. Bill deposited her on it and ran his hands over her body, he took her panties off in one fluid move and kneeled between her legs. “Relax and let me worship you” he murmured before starting leaving a trail of kisses from behind her earlobe, where his lips and his breath fanning over her sensitive skin made it be immediately covered in goosebumps, then going down her neck to her collarbone. He was just getting started and she was already shivering. The slightest touch was enough to make her jolt and arch her back. He found her sensitivity arousing. Her hands touched him where they could, the strong arms, the shoulders, the luscious hair. Her tiny fingers were also worshipping him in their own way. She had been touch starved for a very long time, now she relished the feeling of his hands and lips on her and her fingers flying all over him. Bill continued the trail of kisses to her breasts, he sucked and nibbled on one nipple while with the other hand he kneaded the other breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers. He kept alternating them, while the moans escaping from her throat spoke to him of sheer ecstasy. Because Florentine had never known pleasure like that. Every fiber of her body was on fire. He had magic in his fingers and sin in his lips. And just to know that he was doing all those things just to make her feel like a woman should feel was erotic enough to blow her mind. He was already going down her stomach, her abdomen and even further. Holding her hips and looking up to her with that evil stare full of darkness and mischief. When his lips reached below her navel, he pulled her hips forward and told her to put her legs over his shoulders. He covered her inner thighs in kisses while his hands roamed over her buttocks and up to behind her knees. She trembled like a leaf while her arousal dripped from her core. Bill saw her glistening folds and flattened his tongue against her pussy, licking it all. When he got to her red quivering clit, he circled it with his lips and sucked while he also teased it with the tip of his tongue. A symphony of moans, sighs and whimpers poured uncontrollably from her mouth. She was a vision to behold, he thought. He just couldn’t get enough of seeing her dissolve in raw pleasure. He inserted his middle finger in her pussy and curved it till it touched her soft spot. He started pumping and rubbing her insides while his tongue traced maddening circles around her clit, flickering the tip over the plump reddened button. Just when she thought she couldn’t handle more, he inserted his index finger too. Feeling her stretch and mold around his fingers, made his already large erection harden to the point of pain. “Bill…. please, please “ Bill lifted his head to meet her eyes without stopping what his fingers were doing down there. “Yes my sweet girl, what is it?” “I want to feel you inside me”. She meowed softly “Hmm, such an impatient girl. Are you hungry for me, sweet girl?” “Yes I am” Her cheeks were all flustered and her eyes had a silent plea in them. Bill withdrew his fingers and lowered her legs. Then he ripped his boxers, and brought her to him so she was straddling him while he was kneeling. He liked to see her being confident and carefree. So eager and lost in the moment. His throbbing cock was between them, she felt it pulsating against her navel. He pressed her flush against his body while he kissed her hungrily. She could taste herself in his mouth and it was deliciously sinful. She moaned happily in his mouth. As he saw she was enjoying it, he put his fingers on her lips. They were slick with her arousal. She took them in her mouth and sucked them clean. She looked so provocative that he just wanted to eat her whole. Bill lifted her by the hips and rubbed the tip of his cock, dripping with precum, against her folds before he aligned for her entrance. His member was of a more than decent size. Her eyes were like saucers when she laid eyes on it. He teased her affectionately because, typical of her, she blushed. Deep inside him he found her adorable. She lowered herself on him slowly. Her facial expressions were worth watching. He was just smiling, but his eyebrows furrowed with the intensity of feeling her clenching around his cock. “You’re taking me so well my sweet girl” His voice was husky and his face had written all over it the pleasure he was feeling. He started moving inside her. Holding her nape with one of his large hands, while the other gripped her hip. Florentine was swallowed by a myriad of sensations. She never had experienced something so erotic. She was drunk in pleasure. “Bill, y-you feel so good. Oh yes!, ooooh!“ “You look magnificent, all flustered and ecstatic, come here” And he pulled her in for a long, sloppy kiss without losing the rhythm. He grunted and talked dirty to her. She loved it and couldn’t hold the meowing. She rode him moving her hips while he pounded harder and harder. She could feel the coil in her insides tightening until it seemed about to snap. Bill noticed that she was about to come by the way her walls were gripping on his hard member like a vice. He was about to lose control. “Hold on a bit more, my sweet girl, we’re coming together”……………….. NOW!! “ His cock erupted in ropes of hot cum, filling her up as she came undone, shaking and grabbing him for dear life. In his eyes she looked absolutely beautiful, all trembling and spent. He cradled her against his chest murmuring sweet things in her ear until both their orgasms had subsided. They stayed for a while like this, then they got up and had a shower together. Afterwards, Bill carried her to his bedroom. “You can sleep in the guest room if you prefer but I would love it if you wanted to sleep here” he whispered, holding her chin with two fingers. Florentine was fascinated. She felt so at ease, so comfortable with him. No awkwardness at all. “I’d like to sleep with you. You make me feel happy “ “You also make me feel happy and peaceful. You’re like a safe harbour after a storm. My family is going to love you tomorrow “ She gave him a puzzled look. “Your family? “ “Yes, we’re all meeting tomorrow at my dad’s to celebrate Christmas. You will experience all the Swedish traditions” “But I’m a stranger to them” “You are with me, you’re not a stranger. They are all lovely people” He softly kissed her forehead. She giggled, giddy with happiness. “You don’t need to sell it to me. This is beyond my wildest dreams. You’re an absolute angel” He was looking at her again with THE darkened stare. “An angel who’s thinking of having seconds…. “ ✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨❤️✨🎄✨🎄✨🎄✨ ☃️🎁🎀MERRY CHRISTMAS🎀🎁☃️

“ Have Yourself a Punny Little Christmas ” Good Omens * Christmas Time * Fanfic Rating: Explicit (though Chapter 1 is only Teen & Up and can be read as a complete story) Word Count: 13004 Summary: Several years after the failed apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley have settled into their retirement and wedded bliss. But when teenage Adam practically begs Aziraphale to be Father Christmas for the Tadfield Christmas Festival, Crowley is less than thrilled about being brought along to help. His solution: spread some holiday mischief with dirty Christmas puns and innuendoes! Only he didn’t plan on his Angel being so easily tempted by jokes and suggestions. Turns out Father Christmas is ready to go along with his demonic spouse once the festival is over. It seems like it’s going to be a “not-so-silent” night for the ineffable husbands at their little cottage…with an Angel topping his Crowl-Tree. Expert: Crowley knew that mischievous lilt. “Oh no, Angel. I didn’t mean—” An angelic miracle zinged in the air. Dark evergreen fabric with a flexible wire-frame shimmered into existence over Crowley’s body. The bottom reminded him of a crinoline skirt. The blouse part bowed out to the waist. The sleeves were free from the main structure but made of the same green fabric. Bold colored bits and bobbles hung around the outfit, representing lights and ornaments. The demon reared his head back up as he heard muffled laughter. Both Adam and Wensleydale held their hands to their faces, struggling to keep their snickers and chuckles inside. Crowley sneered, “Oh, ha ha! Wait ‘til—” But Adam interrupted by quickly pulling out his cell from his back pocket and snapped a picture. Continue on Ao3

Santa is a Gay Man - UnusualIndigo - Berserk (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Berserk (Anime & Manga) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Griffith | Femto/Guts (Berserk) Characters: Griffith | Femto (Berserk), Guts (Berserk), Puck (Berserk) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Christmas Smut, Anal Plug, Anal Sex, Ass to Mouth, Heel sucking, Gags, catty Griffith, guts has a ridiculous cock, size queen griffith, Size Kink, Rimming, Love Confessions, Fluff and Smut, Inspired by Fanart Summary: Griffith gives Guts a Christmas gift for the ages, and finally gets himself a gift he’s longed for since high school.

Tangled Up For @stmonstercalendar and heavily inspired by this post Steddie • rated E • read on ao3 comments make writing happen bbs • sort of Elf Eddie, porn with not a lot of plot, monsterfucker Steve, shape shifting as flirting, autoerotic asphyxiation :) He wouldn’t have been able to explain how it had happened; a bit too buzzed and horny while trying to untangle his Christmas lights, maybe. Steve had flung a loop of lights over his head to work on the infuriating ball, then when he’d gotten frustrated and yanked another loop, the string tightened perfectly across his throat. His dick had taken over at that point. Finding himself flat on the floor in front of his undecorated tree, pulling on the wires around his neck and his throbbing cock, a low voice startled him. “Well well well, what do we have here?” Frozen, he could only stare at the figure perched in his recliner. “Don’t stop on my account, I’m enjoying the show.” Steve blinked. “What? Who?” There were several other questions he’d like to ask, but those were the most important, and easiest to say at the moment. The stranger’s eyes lingered over his face, down to his neck and a pink tongue came to wet his bottom lip as his gaze dropped further to Steve’s hand still around his dick. “That’s really what you want to talk about, right now?” Steve’s hand slid up his length, his other hand leaving the lights. He smirked as the stranger let out a small disappointed noise. “Okay, alright. I get it.” He got to his feet quickly, albeit begrudging. Clearing his throat, and putting an air of importance in his voice, he continued, “Greetings mortal, I am Edwifkin, spirit of Christmas.” He gave a bow and a flourish of his hand. Steve stared. “I was summoned here as there was a wealth of, ahem, Yuletide cheer. This,” he gave a wave of his hand, encompassing Steve still sprawled on the floor, “however, is a new one for me.” “Me too,” he offered. The stranger hummed, returning to perch on the chair, face in his open palm, at rapt attention. Steve felt his cheeks heat, a little late, and tried to remember the man’s speech. “Tell me your name, again?” He smirked. “Edwifkin, but you can call me Eddie. Any of my other names would make your little human brain explode.” Steve gulped. “So, you’re not?” There was a beat where they stared at each other. “Not, um, human?” Eddie chuckled, “No, sweetheart, I’m not. But that’s fine, right? This, uh,” he gestured down at himself, “visage is what you wanted me to appear as. Well, with my own style added in.” That made even less sense to Steve, but he could agree the look worked for him. Big dark eyes with long lashes, long dark curly hair. Black jeans and a dark red and green flannel button down, but the tears across the denim and the rolled up sleeves showed off swoops of ink across his pale skin. “Yeah,” Steve breathed. So he had a type, sue him. Speaking of, “Um, Eddie? If you’re not human, does that mean, well, can you still …?” Unable to find the words, he instead gripped himself, staring pointedly at where Eddie’s legs were spread in his tight jeans. “Naughty boy,” Eddie teased. “I assure you, I can do anything you’d like, with whatever necessary appendages as you’d like.” Steve screamed as he came for the second time, Eddie pulling just right on the lights around his throat from behind as he used them as a rein to fuck him back onto his cock. Steve panted, untangling himself with a groan from both the lights and the body around him. “I need some water, but then you’re going to show me what else you can do.” “Merry Christmas, indeed,” Eddie laughed.

A Very Wicked Advent Calendar MASTERLIST (vampire oc x fem reader) Summary: your vampire boyfriend makes you a special Christmas advent calendar. Handmade, velvet, beautiful. Every drawer hides a naughty surprise he wants you to wear or use. This is a commissioned work on patreon. Find all NSFW parts below: Days 1–5 Days 6–10 Days 11–15 Days 16–20 Days 21–25 Main Vampire Smut Masterlist here If you’re looking for more stories, chapters, polls, monster whispers, and so much more, I’ve got it all waiting on my Pat/re/on .

Red Ribbon part 2 “Baby, I’m so proud of you. I was jumping up and down on the couch”, Taylor says as she hears Travis chuckle. He can picture her, all dressed in her chiefs gear, screaming at the TV. “And that gown, that thing is sweet. You better have that coming home as well. It looks cosy”. “It was a struggle, but I managed to fit it in my bag, don’t worry, it’s coming home”. Travis looks down at his duffel - slightly bulging at the seams, with the gown stuffed in. “They managed to get us out early, so the plane should be landing back at KC around 5. Can’t wait to see you and finally get to celebrate Christmas”. Taylor hummed, mirroring his sentiments and agreeing that she couldn’t wait to see him as well. Snow had started to fall earlier in the day, and the entire neighourhood was covered in a thick layer of powder. The house was warm, but Taylor got the fire going anyway. Nothing beat the smell and sounds of an open fire. Knowing when Travis was going to be back, Taylor slowly moved around the house, getting things put away and tidying up. Nerves started to kick in, as she was going to do something that she had never done before. A few weeks ago, Travis gave her a present, wrapped up in a red bow, and Taylor decided that she was going to return the favour. She had ordered some thick red ribbon and got to work. She did her hair and makeup, studying herself in the mirror. Signature red lips would complement the ribbon. Knowing the house was their inner sanction, she did something she had never felt comfortable doing before. She walked through the house completely naked, carrying the ribbon with her. It definitely wouldn’t be comfortable walking through the house with that already tied. She had thought about this a lot, and decided that the best place to do this was in the lounge room, right where Travis came in the front door. Luckily for her, the lounge room was a generous space, with a beautiful white plush rug in front of the fireplace. She had measured the ribbon earlier, so once she had placed herself on the rug, she started to get the ribbons in place. The first went across her breasts, just covering her nipples. Her pert breasts waiting to be unwrapped with the big bow. The second ribbon took a little bit more thought. She worked it out in the end though. Much longer than the first, this one went from the bow around her breasts, down her back through her butt cheeks, over her pussy and back up across her stomach to attach to the top. The ribbon was just thick enough to cover her bottom lips, so once in place, she couldn’t really move. Luckily, she didn’t have to wait long. Travis was so excited to finally celebrate Christmas with Taylor. Damn away games. He got to the front door and watched the twinkling lights for a moment. The small additions that Taylor had added to his home. No, their home. Opening the door against the cold KC chill, Travis dumps his bag in the hall. Stripping off his coat, he calls out for her. “In here babe”, he hears, coming from his left. The house is warm, so he figures she is curled up on the couch, watching the fire. He rounded the corner and he steps faltered. There, on his rug, was Taylor, lounging on her elbows, wrapped in red ribbon. All he can do is stare, raking his eyes down her body. “Merry Christmas baby, want to unwrap your present?” As she says this, she widens her legs, causing the ribbon to slide up into her pussy. Travis can’t get to her fast enough. Dropping to his knees, he takes a moment to really look at her. Cheeks flush with arousal, tits struggling to be contained with the ribbon. Moving further down, he can see the ribbon vanish within her her thighs. A dark patch already forming. “Jesus Tay, best Chrstimas present ever.” Travis leans over her, hands on each side of her head to give her a searing kiss. She tries to deepen it, but Travis pulls away. Sitting back on his knees, he rubs his hands together. “Guess I can’t just rip this one open, hey” he smirks. With gently hands, he ghosts up her torso, tracing the ribbon running up her belly. Once at the bow, he looks up at her again. Her pupils are blown wide, and she has started to breath heavy. Slowly, he picks an end of the ribbon and gently pulls. The ribbon comes undone and Taylors breasts come into view. Travis licks he lips, then dives in. He has always loved her tits, they fit perfectly in his hands, and she is so responsive when he plays with her. He takes one in his mouth, sucking on her nipple until it has pebbled. He releases it with a pop and blows on it. Taylor moans as she starts to squirm. Her arms give way from under her, and she falls back onto the rug. “Trav, fuck that feels good”. Travis brings his hand up to her wet tit and fills his hand. In the meantime, he gives her other one the same mouth treatment. Sucking on her nipple as well as giving it a gently scrape, her hips jut up and her hands fly to his head. Taylor is making small mews and Travis loves it. He releases both breasts again, and gives into her mouth again. Fighting for domination, Travis deepens the kiss. Letting her go, he runs his mouth down her neck, over her collarbones. Reaching all the places that he knows sends her mad. Her chest is heaving now, and she can’t keep still, squirming on the rug. “Trav, please - I need you”. He looks at her and smiles, devilish. “Don’t worry baby, I plan on enjoying my present”. With that, he leans back again on his heals and moved her body. She is now directly in front of him, with her legs on each side of him. He widened her legs further, spreading her pussy for him and the ribbon comes back into view. He can see it nestled tight against her, running behind, vanishing into the rug. His brain is thinking of too many scenarios of what he wants to do with her, but he can see how close she is already, so he takes pity. “Come as much as you want darling, don’t hold back”. He brings one hand down to her hip, holding her in place, the other runs his knuckles down and over her pussy. She cries out, finally receiving some friction where she needs it. He does it again, and runs his finger over the ribbon. It is a deep red, soaking from her arousal. The ribbon is covering her clit, so it is dulling some of the sensation, but Travis knows what to do. The feeling of the ribbon is soft and silky under his finger. An interesting feeling. He brings his hand up higher, closer to her other hip, while his thumb hovers over her ribbon covered clit. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” Travis coos, as he brings his thumb over her clit, rubbing quick circles, building the pressure. It was like a fuse was lit within Taylor, the touch sending her higher and higher. Even with the ribbon reducing the sensation, the pressure of the ribbon alone is taking her over the edge. Travis watches as her breathing gets shallow, her hands wrapped in the rug to ground her. Mewing and moaning, she is so close to the edge. Travis knows this and does the one thing that will send her flying. Without breaking his rhythm, he leans down and takes one of her nipples in his mouth again. He sucks and gently bites the flesh, while applying more pressure to her clit. That does it, she screams his name as she tries to clamp her legs around his hand. He keeps his hold on her hips as she flays around. Releasing her nipple with a pop, he grins at her, watching as she slowly opens her eyes again. Before she can even catch her breath, Travis has removed the ribbon and is on his stomach, placing himself between her legs. “Trav I”, Taylor says, turning into a moan as he brings her legs over his shoulders and dives into her. Lapping at her juices from her previous orgasm, he is like a staved man. She can’t talk as her brain starts to go fuzzy. He had always been good at eating her out, but damn, she is so sensitive that he is taking her higher. He bumps her clit with his nose as he tongues her entrance. “Fuck, fuck Trav” is about all she can say. He moved back to her clit, tracing shapes as he brings a finger through her folds, making his finger wet. He circles her entrance and slowly pushes a finger inside her. She is tight - always is even though they have been together for 18 months. God Travis loves how tight she is. He pulls away to search for her eyes, checking on her. What he sees makes him groan and grind himself into the floor. She catches his eyes, and all she can do is pant. He watches her as he enters another finger. Her eyes roll back in her head and she falls back to the floor again. Her hips start to jolt in time with his fingers, chasing the release. Travis goes back to his favourite place, between her thighs. He brings one hand around her hip to keep her in place. His other hand is pushing and pulling, in and out. Curling his fingers, he finds her spot. The one she told him that no-one else has been able to find. He runs along it again and again, and she screams in pleasure. There it is he thinks. Once he knows he has the spot, he drops his mouth to her clit - sucking, nipping and tonguing it. He can fill it hard and standing proud between her lips. Travis is so close himself he feels like he is going to burst. The sounds coming from Taylor are indicating she is going to come, and hard. Without changing pace, he keeps assaulting her senses, and he knows when she breaks. He feels her clench around his fingers then flutter. With a final scrap across her clit, she bows and arches off the rug, screaming his name like a prayer. That’s all she can seem to say, as he brings her crashing over the edge. It was one of the biggest orgasms her has given her. He knows that. He gently draws his fingers out of her and rocks back onto his heels. Looking at her, he brings his fingers to his lips and sucks. She tastes like heaven. Now he gets a good look at her. Her hair is flared out across the carpet, with a bit of ribbon still hanging behind her chest. Speaking of her chest, it is heaving, trying to get her breath back. “Hmm, that was something else, god I’m still shaking”, Taylor mutters as she tried to sit up on her elbows. Every now and again she gets an aftershock and her legs shake slightly. She looks up at Travis and her breath stills. She hasn’t really had a good look at him, considering he has been between her thighs since he came home. All she can see are black eyes, her essence left across his mouth while he is sucking his fingers. She moans again as she continues to rake her eyes down his body. She lands on his trousers, tented with a small dark patch. He is rock hard and leaking precum. She brings her eyes back to him as he stands. He towers over her, taking in her form. She licks her lips as he starts to undress, throwing clothes across the room, not caring where they land. He pulls his pants and underwear down in one go, sighing at the feeling of releasing his aching cock. It is dark purple and pulsing with need. “Baby, can you give me one more?” Taylor’s brain takes a moment to catch up to what he said, but as soon as it registers, she moans as she nods, her body flooding her with arousal once more. Satisfied with her response, Travis gets onto his knees. “Turn round baby, this is going to be hard and fast, is that OK?” Always asking her for permission, her eyes soften. “This is your present Trav, have at it”. With that he gently picks her up by her hips and indicates for her to roll over. “Oh, I see”. She gets on her hands and knees, happy that the rug is nice and soft. To emphasise her excitement, she leans down on her elbows, opening herself up even more. Travis growls behind her, watching her pussy flushed and ready to be taken. With a gently hand to the middle of her back, he lines himself up. He knows he is large, so even though she is soaked, he takes the time to enter her. He watches for any signs of pain. He sees her drop her head to the carpet as he bottoms out. Without words, he rubs her back again, and brings both hands to her hips. He pulls out until his head is just sitting within her, and drives back harder. He watches her grip the rug and she drops herself back down again. “Fuck, look at you, open and waiting to get pounded. If only the rest of the world knew what a dirty girl you are, fucking me on the lounge room floor”. Travis had a dirty mouth, and Taylor loves it. Again, Travis pulls out to his head, watching her grip him. “Ready baby”, Travis says, and without warning slams into her, pushing the air out of her lungs. She braces herself the second time, pushing back as Travis is surging forward. The only sounds they can hear are the moans from both of them, as well as wet slaps of Travis plunging into her. She is making noises with every thrust, and Travis is in a similar position. He is so close that he doesn’t know how much longer he is going to last. He looks to his right and sees one of the ribbons sitting there. He releases her hip and brings the ribbon under her stomach, close to her hips. Holding both of the ends in one hand, he tightens it and pulls some pressure on it at the same time. “Tay, please tell me if this is too much”. She doesn’t know what he is talking about until the next thrust, then she feels it. The ribbon is across her lower abdomen, and Travis is pulling up on it. With every thrust, he is hitting her front wall, pushing deeper and harder than normal. He has done this one before with his hand, pushed on her lightly from above, but feeling it from below, pulling her almost off her knees, this is something entirely different. “Don’t stop Trav, it feels really good”, she blurts out. Satisfied with her response, he pulls the ribbon higher again, almost bringing her knees off the ground. He is pounding into her so hard, never relenting. Sweat is dripping off his brow and down his chest, as something primeval is released in him. “Trav, some, something feels different”, he hears Taylor say a moment before it happens. In a split second, it happened all at once. The combination of Travis pulling on the ribbon and his thick cock hitting her gspot causes Taylor to stiffen and squirt all over Travis and the rug. Travis has never gotten her to do it before, not without trying. She had never done it either, so she didn’t know the feeling or what was happening. She stopped breathing with the sheer size of of the orgasm, but once she released, she started panting like she had run a marathon. The sight of her squirting sent Travis over the edge and with a final frantic thrust, he emptied himself deep within her. A couple of slow thrusts to ensure he had everything deep within her ended Travis. He fell sideways onto the rug, bringing her with him. His cock was still nestled in her, keeping himself connected to her. She was quiet for longer than Travis was happy about. He gently ran his hand across her face and up into her hair. Similar to him, she was covered in sweat, but she never looked more beautiful. “Baby, Tay, are you OK”. Travis was searching her eyes, trying to find any sign he had hurt her. “Hmm, Imgoodtrav” she mumbled all in one word. Her brain still foggy. “What that?”, she said, trying to lift an arm up, but only managing a bit of a twitch. Travis chuckled slightly. “You doing ok, have I rattled a few things in there hey?” He says, running his fingers through her hair again. “You squirted baby, the prettiest thing I have ever seen. How did it feel?” She looks at him again, then down to where they are still connected. She can see it now. Travis is covered with liquid, coating his thick layer of hair, as well as there being a fairly decent patch on the rug. “Something felt different when you started to pound into me. Pulling me up like that must have done it. Fuck that was so hot, but damn I’m exhausted. There is no way I could do that every time”. Taylor had started to get her brain and words working again. Travis laughs out loud, bringing her to him for a kiss. “Tay, that sounds like a challenge to me.” He watches her eyes go wide and slowly smiles at him. “Maybe it is, but lets do it somewhere a little better suited. Now I am going to have to either get that rug dry cleaned, or throw it out, and I liked that rug”. She pouted slightly. “There is no way that rug is getting thrown out, every time I look at that rug, I am going to get hard thinking about fucking you til you squirted. Best Christmas present ever, like I said”. With a gentle chuckle, she runs her hand down his cheek, “Merry Christmas Travis”.

How the Grinch Forked Christmas OK, so . For reasons that elude me right now, I decided to write a Grinch/Scrooge Christmas smut fic live on stream tonight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Every Who down in Whoville liked Christmas a lot But the Grinch, who lived above Whoville, did NOT. Unbeknownst to him, someone else hated the season And strangely enough, with less of a reason. Scrooge sat in his garret and glared out at the world Where laughter sounded, and snowflakes all swirled. The Grinch hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season The Scrooge did too, no one quite knows the reason Perhaps Scrooge’s head wasn’t screwed on quite right Or it could be, thought Scrooge, that his pants were too tight. But the theory that Whos thought most likely of all Was that the Grinch’s dick was two sizes too small. Whatever the reason, Scrooge’s pants, Grinch’s dick, They stood watching the Whos and feeling quite sick “And they’re hanging their stockings!” they said with a sneer “Tomorrow will be worse! Christmas will be here!” As they watched and they brooded, a plan came to their heads To ruin this Christmas, while the Whos slept in their beds They got an idea! An awful idea! Both the Grinch and the Scrooge got an awful idea “The festivities centre around that horrible tree That tinselled, glittering, shiny monstrosity! If only that tree came crashing right down It would ruin their Christmas and silence this town!” So the Grinch and Scrooge started their inventions Packed their packs, had a nap, and set their intentions. Read the rest on AO3

Santa’s Favorite Helper Joel Miller x Reader P L O T : Santa decides to gift his diligent elf a treat to remember. Hope you like milk with your cookies 💋 C W : 1 8 + , M D N I , role-play, Jackson!Joel, Joel as Santa, Shy Reader, Softdom!Joel, creampie, straddling, p in v, tit sucking 1.6k words : ) ) E n j o y A / N : k i n d a h a t e t h i s b u t w h a t e v e s ( b a n n e r b y @ c h o s o m y f a v w i f e - c r e d i t i f u s i n g ) “Have a good Christmas!” With a red-lip smile plastered on your face, you wave off the last of the kids of Jackson. The long elf hat slanted on your head dangles its shiny bell, ringing with each sway of your body. “Keep warm!” The group piles out, leaving you in an empty room, rolling your eyes at the heavy sigh, borderline grunt that roars from behind you. “Only took 6 hours, but I can finally have my favorite little elf to myself…” A scowl leaves your lips as you turn on your heel, to be met by Joel’s ridiculous Santa costume. You try to hold back your smile, not letting him have the satisfaction of knowing how much you adored him in his silly costume. You watch as Joel combs his deliciously calloused, aged hands through the thick, white, curly piece he calls a beard, tied to his face. “For just a few hours—“ you stride smoothly to the manspreading man, noticing the setting sun’s light pour into the town hall, catching Joel’s dilated brown eyes, “—then we have that Mr. and Mrs. Claus dinner.” You wave your hand in the air absentmindedly, your mind combing through the day’s schedule, trying to ignore the pull your body feels when you’re near Joel. Joel’s eyes slowly scan up your green and red outfit, chest rising and falling in an aching rhythm, body ready to connect to yours, ready to have your bell dinging to the rutting of his hips on yours. You stand between your boyfriend’s stretched legs, heat traveling up your neck, nervous under his gaze, your eyes looking everywhere but his. Joel clears his throat, gaze finally meeting yours. “C'mere,” he lets out in a low tone. He pats his lap, one hand landing on one of his round, meaty thighs. The other lies beside him, stretched along the back of the gold and red festive throne. Heat travels up your neck as you realize how embarrassing you must’ve looked—entertaining groups of kids in your green blazer, red mini skirt, tights, and all. Backpedaling, you shake your head. How can he take you seriously like this? He’s basically the mayor, and you’re his girlfriend, dressed like… this . Your hands slide down your skirt, soothing you with every smoothed wrinkle. “No, I should get changed. I look—" Joel cuts you off before you can finish self-deprecating. "Beautiful?” Joel rises from his comfortable position, inching closer as he reassures you with ease, his calm stride never faltering. “Gorgeous?" You scrunch your face in protest, officially overheating, shy from his chorus of compliments. You turn, back facing the dotting man, timing in sync with his large arms gliding across your waist, wrapping around your body. "Perfect.” Joel slips the blanket statement, the warmth of his breath softly landing on your skin, lips brushing against your ear. Your eyes instantly flutter closed, and your body and mind find comfort in his arms. His voice brings you out of your trance. “Shy thing, huh?" Joel lightly bites your cheek, you yelp, pressing deeper into his embrace, back molded into his chest. Just as you’re about to smack his arm, pull away, over his slight teasing—Joel’s knees bend, an arm hooking under your knees, picking you off the ground in one quick movement. "Joel!” You squeal, failing to hide your surprised, but pleased smile. A hand flies to secure your hat, and the other finds security around Joel’s neck. You hate how and why he knows how much you love being manhandled, thrown around for his pleasure. He shakes his head, “Uh-uh. No more games.” Joel’s foot hooks under the foot of the gold-trimmed chair, forcefully leading it into a 180-degree turn, ensuring its back faces the door. “Know how you hate being watched…” Joel had a treat ready just for you, something he knew would give you the confidence you needed. Swiftly, Joel sits back on the red cushioned throne, keeping you tight against him, eyes lasered on the quick breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. Still in his arms, your hands trail down from around his neck, purposely feathering your fingertips on his strained vein that curves right along his nape. “Hah,” you hear the quiet exhale beside you and notice Joel’s bowed head. Tongue gliding over your bottom lip, you move your legs from their bridal position to either side of Joel. “What do you think is about to happen, Mr. Claus ?" Joel’s head falls back, eyes not leaving yours, hands roaming up your thighs. He sends you a sly smirk that’s poorly hidden under his stuffy play beard. He bounces his leg, bobbing you in his lap, watching your chest jiggle in his face, pleased when your hands catch onto his shoulders for balance. "Just rewarding my hard worker." You laugh, your body shaking over the needy man, Joel’s brows furrow, his hands caressing up and down the small of your back, a scowl forming on his lips before he notices your hands dragging off the scratchy beard. "Missed this face,” you murmur, fingers snaking through his salt and pepper scruff. Joel leans into your touch, eyes shutting close in solace. “ Hmm , Santa can get used to this." You smile at Joel’s words, reveling in how invested he is in being Santa. "I still think this outfit is hideous.” Your lips hover over his neck, head resting onto his shoulder, hand still sliding through his short curls. Joel holds your hand in his, “You’re cuter than you think—"he presses your soft palms to his lips, planting a gentle kiss that sends a tickle down your spine, "— but if the outfit is a problem…” Shyness slowly fades from the air, leaving your body completely as your lips roll over each other, tongues gliding against each other, building a rhythm of sloopy desperation. Joel’s mind is dizzy with lust, hands molded into the fat of your ass, groping, keeping your hips grinding on his. “ Mnph , feel perfect, sweetheart,” Joel moans into your mouth, his gritty, deep voice sending a pulse to your core. You whine, arching your chest to his, shockwaves of heat flowing between you both as your skin touch, the veins mapping his girthy cock thumping along your narrow walls. “ Hgh , keep being nice, and you’ll get some milk with your cookie,” Joel’s hand slides through your hair, roughly pulling your head off his shoulder, eyes on his, “—hmm? You gonna be a good girl for ol’ Saint Nick?” You nod frantically, hands flying to the charioteer’s armrests, grateful for the support it gives you as you lift your hips with a curved back and hard nipples point to the sky, then land straight in the mouth of the greedy man. Hands firm on your waist, Joel’s mouth sucks harshly on your sensitive nipple, his skillful tongue laps circles around you, flicking you closer and closer to your orgasm. “ Augh , gonna be so good for you, j-just keep going… justttt like that." You roll your hips fast, taking Joel’s guidance as he pushes you down by your waist, and watches your soaked cunt drag up to his pulsing tip and back down to the white ring of pre-cum that orbits at his base. You two keep this rhythm, bodies moving in steady strokes, haggard breaths flow slowly between you. "Hah, hah.” Joel’s drunk of your heavy pants, mouth moving from one tit to another, lapping you up like a madman, thirsty for your sounds, for the spleech of your pussy dripping around him. Your pussy takes Joel faster, ready to fuck all the shyness out of your body, making sure to be full of him by the end of the night. “Come on, old man, almost there.” You tease, predicting his animalistic thrashes, wanting you to reach your high around him, and only him. Joel hiccups around you, mouth full of your tit, broken moans mumfled intoxicatingly. He bites into you, hands slide down your waist, past your back, and straight to your ass, gathering you beneath his rough palms, drawing you up and down, taking his cock in short thrusts. In turn, your head falls onto Joel’s shoulder, sweaty hands scrambling to his neck, your walls strangle tightly, choking him, milking him with purpose. “G-give me all you got, Sa-fuck! Joel! Joel!" You feel your lower stomach tense and settle in powerful, dizzying waves. Taking the relentless pounding to your g-spot. "Gonna take every— f-fuck —drop, sweetheart.” Joel fumbles through his orgasm. Your legs shake around him, body convulsing from the pressure of the overflowing strings of cum flooding out of him. Overwhelmed by your orgasm, your body limps tiredly, squirming around your boyfriend, too fucked out to try to keep rhythm. One last rut, Joel grinds your hips on his a final time, his hold finally easing around you, fingertips delicately massaging your shaky frame. “Did good, baby. Real good for me.” He mutters in your ear breathlessly. “Hmph,” you huff out, still coming down, while your breathing begins to settle. Joel’s head finds its way to the nape of your neck, nestling in place, calming himself as he softens in you. Musting up whatever bit of energy you have left, two pistoled fingers snake between your sweaty bodies, scooping up your gooey mess, and bringing it to your lips. “My gift came just in time." Joel’s lips curve on your heated skin, the sound of a slap rings through the small but echo-chambered room, your ass stinging red, paired with the bruises already forming. "Only the best for Santa’s naughty little helper." ————————- masterlist All rights reserved to @chosomyfavwife . Plagiarizing & translating are NOT allowed. Reposting to other platforms is NOT authorized.

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY, IT’S SERIOUS… I have noticed that in the monsterfucker community, there has been a serious lack of… Christmas related stuff, specifically, new Krampus material. I just have to ask one simple thing… WHERE THE FUCK IS THE KRAMPUS SMUT!?!?!?! I want to be BRED and USED by Krampus. I want Krampus to chase me through the woods, pin me down on the snow-covered ground, and take me doggy style. Where is it? It’s Christmas, it’s cold, where is the Krampus Smut? I’m not mad, I’m just really fucking disappointed.

Baking or Making Summary: Mr and Mrs Cookie want a baby… Words: 876 CW: Gingerbread smut, NSFW, MDNI Read it on Wattpad , AO3 or below the cut ↓ Mr and Mrs Cookie were a happy couple. They had been living in their own gingerbread house for five years, which they had baked and assembled together. But something was still missing for their complete happiness: a gingerbread baby. They had already tried baking a baby several times. Still, their attempts had failed miserably and ended up in the trash. Now Christmas was approaching, and their desire for a baby together grew even stronger. After all, the Christmas season was peak season for fresh gingerbread. Powdered sugar snow fell in delicate flakes outside the window of the sweet house. A sugar-glass fire crackled in the fireplace, bathing the gingerbread house’s living room in a warm light. Mrs Cookie cut a grape into pieces to coat it in chocolate. As always, she made the pieces just large enough to fit into the gingerbread people’s mouths. Mr and Mrs Cookie loved chocolate-covered fruit, and grapes, in particular, put them in a romantic mood. Mrs Cookie hoped her husband would devour her after work just like he’d devour the grapes. After all the failed baking attempts, the risk of pregnancy was worth it for the baby. Pregnancy among the gingerbread people was rare, as the mother usually died in childbirth. The gingerbread babies often grew too large for the gingerbread women’s flat bodies and so they usually burst out of the womb. Traumatising. For everyone involved. But the desire for a child now outweighed Mrs Cookie’s fear of possible death. Her chances of surviving the pregnancy were at least 1 in 5. That gave her confidence. She would be that fifth gingerbread woman to survive the ordeal and the oversized belly. And she was sure she could convince her husband with the chocolate-covered grapes. The cookie hinges of the front door creaked as Mr Cookie came home from his job as a chocolate-flavoured candy painter. He immediately caught the warm scent of melted chocolate. The icing made his mouth water. Mrs Cookie’s chocolate-covered fruit was simply unbeatable. “That smells fantastic, my little crumb!” he exclaimed, hanging his red fruit leather coat on the pretzel stick coat rack. He placed the matching boots neatly on the cookie shelf. He didn’t want to upset Mrs Cookie, after all. She was the one who ruled over the coveted chocolate-covered fruit. “I’ve tried my best,” Mrs Cookie replied, greeting her husband with a sugary sweet smile in the kitchen doorway. The couple exchanged a sweet kiss and went into the kitchen together. When Mr Cookie realised the treat was chocolate-covered grapes, his blue eyes widened. “Grape! What did I do to deserve you?!” The gingerbread man gave his wife a big kiss on the cheek, making her giggle. If gingerbread people could blush, Mrs Cookie certainly would have at that moment. “Well,” she began her explanation. “I have to confess, I’m planning something on you.” Nervously, she began to wring her round hands. “We want a baby so badly, and since we’re apparently terrible bakers, I thought…” She lowered her gaze shyly. Mr Cookie stared at his wife in surprise. “You thought we could try another way?” he asked, receiving a tentative nod in response. “Sweetie, this is insane! Losing you would be my worst nightmare. It would be far worse than never becoming a father.” He gently took her hands in his. “You’re everything to me, little crumb.” “But we’re still not complete without a baby,” Mrs Cookie replied. “I know it’s risky, but it’s worth it.” She looked firmly into her husband’s eyes. “Mr Cookie, please make me a baby.” Mr Cookie’s face softened. He simply couldn’t refuse his beloved wife anything, no matter what it was. Just a blink later, his sugar-coated lips landed on hers. They kissed passionately, as if it were their first date all over again. Gently but firmly, Mrs Cookie guided her husband toward the bedroom and pushed him down onto the bed of cotton candy. Impatiently, she spat into her hand and used her sugary saliva to shape the gingerbread dough in his crotch into a penis. Proud and large and ready, it now waited to be milked. Aroused by his wife’s eagerness, Mr Cookie also spat into his hand and slowly rubbed a hollow in his wife’s crotch. Mrs Cookie moaned. She loved it when he moulded her vagina. It often brought her to climax. With gentle, circular motions, Mr Cookie drilled the hole into her vagina. Mrs Cookie moaned even louder, and white icing began to drip from her freshly moulded vagina. She was ready for him. Him and his seed. Mrs Cookie couldn’t wait any longer. She needed her husband inside her. Now! Without further ado, she straddled his lap and rubbed her clitoris against the tip of his penis. Mr Cookie’s reaction was a moan and a firm grip on her hips. He positioned his wife and slid her onto his penis. The couple moved rhythmically, as if they were dancing together. And their dance grew faster and faster. The applause, in the form of moans, grew louder and louder, and finally their icings mingled into one. Happily, they sank back into the cotton candy. They would unite icing several more times that night. The chocolate-covered grapes had long been forgotten.