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ALSO

Sam would be the kinda person to peel lychees and if one of them is extra juicy he'd grin at you and go: "if I can make a lychee squirt with one finger, just IMAGINE what I will do to you tonight."

Every. Time.

Change my mind.

[deepestnightcolor]

Well this is ironic.

You know what. Have a little fun fact about me.

My favorite animal is a bear. If I could choose how I die and the death I'd choose is painless no matter what, I'd choose to go out petting a bear.

Any more questions? Lmao.

[deepestnightcolor]

If I dressed as a teddy bear with a big n pretty bow would I be on your hear me out cake?

I said PET a bear, not FUCK a bear.

Also. Why do you think you need to be on a hear me out cake? No hesitations.

[deepestnightcolor]

You know what. Have a little fun fact about me.

My favorite animal is a bear. If I could choose how I die and the death I'd choose is painless no matter what, I'd choose to go out petting a bear.

Any more questions? Lmao.

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 22nd of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: There we are. A door is smiling at you again. Are you ready to open it? Take a peek? Maybe engulf in it? I thank you for your time and I hope you will enjoy!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Shane x Fem!HYBRID!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 7501 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: the reader is a HYBRID, Shane is rough, raw sex, public sex, seduction, despair, talks of alcoholism and depression, Shane is a fucking grump, creampie, loads of cursing and degredation.

The Feast of the Winterstar – what fucking humbug. That was at least what Shane had always believed ever since he had turned 13 years old. Over the years that thought had settled and manifested in something borderline hateful. He hated the way people pretended to care about one another for one day. Hated how people started talking to him the closer it got to that Yoba-forsaken day – people that didn’t even glance his way any other time of the year! Hated coughing up money for gifts for people he couldn’t care less about, hated standing around in the cold, listening to meaningless chatter and looking in faces that were so full of pretence that it made him want to belch. Of course, Shane  wasn’t overly cruel, thoug. He always managed to fetch a gift for Jas, wrap it and pretend it was from someone that wasn’t him, always managed to help her set up a little tree in her room, and he always managed to go through the motions of all the traditions his niece knew and loved. Did he like it? No. Did it make him feel any better about any of this? No. Did it make him believe in anything? Hum-fucking-bug. Did he still stomp through the snow in big boots and eat the cookies and drink the milk Jas had set out so she could scream excitedly about Santa’s visit? Yes, but still! – hum-fucking-bug. Shane was huffing and puffing as he walked through Cindersap forest, axe slung over his shoulder and pulling a sleigh behind him. Yet another tradition he didn’t understand. Why the fuck would anyone cut down a tree, just to put it up, decorate it and then throw it out again? And why was he the one that needed to do it? For fuck’s sake. He grumbled, heavy boots sinking into the snow as he trudged on. Marnie had told him her and Jas had found a tree that was just perfect, and that they had marked it with a cross in the snow for him – “you will find it so easily!”. Yeah, right. The skies had already started to darken when he had gotten off work, and the forest didn’t necessarily increase his sight. But no, it had to be done right this instant. “What if it snows, Shane!” Marnie had asked, accompanied by his niece’s puppy dog eyes. “Fuck this bullshit,” he hissed, rubbing his gloved hand over his face. All the trees looked the fucking same, what the fuck could make one perfect? Besides, would they really notice if he picked any other tree? Knowing his niece, she probably would. Which meant Shane trudged on, pulling the wooden sleigh, carrying his axe. He had almost given up when finally something caught his eye, a cross, sloppily drawn in the snow. “Fuckin’ finally,” Shane hissed, letting the head of the axe drop in the snow, rounding the tree to find the perfect spot for the first whack. He eyed the tree – and for the life of him, he couldn’t fucking figure out what made it “perfect” – then shrugged. He would get it down either way he decided, lifting the axe, making his back muscle tense up, bicep flexing before he made the first blow, strong enough to make his upper body vibrate. The tree shook, making a load of snow drop off a branch, hitting the dark-haired man right on the head. “What the actual fuck is this fucking shit-whacking bullshit, I fucking HATE fucking whatever this fucking is!” He hollered, dropping the axe, trying to shake the snow off of his beanie and coat, but he still ended up with some melting down his hairy back. “FUCK! Feast on my big, fat, DICK you stupid winterstar!”

The string of curses didn’t let up as he picked up the axe again, an aggressive blow being delivered to the tree trunk, one that had made his whole body tense and shake as the energy was released. Just as he lifted the tool a third time, though, did he hear a sound over the strings of fuck’s and shit’s. Had he just heard steps? It had sounded like it, but when he looked over his shoulder, he saw nothing but…trees. He rose a brow, then shrugged his broad shoulders once more, cussing again when he felt the cold on his back again. The third blow was more precise than the angry one from before, landing in that edge he had hit into the tree the first time. Finally, it seemed he was getting somewhere- “’Scuse me,” a tiny voice suddenly asked, making him twirl around, almost stumbling. “Holy FUCK, what the hell?” He snapped, axe held in front of his chest, blinking against the growing shadows. He let his head tilt slowly when he saw the silhouette that looked… human. But- What was that on its head? He leaned forward a little more, but it turned out that he didn’t need to. The figure stepped out of the shadows slowly, approaching him with a sweet smile on her lips. “Are you Shane?”

Usually, Shane would have had an impromptu answer for things like this – “fuck the fuck off and leave me alone” was his personal favourite, not kind, but effective – but something had caught his attention. Those ears definitely weren’t human, way too long and twitchy. And the last time he had checked, humans didn’t have fucking antlers.  Was he drunk? He had had one beer, hadn’t he? Yeah. He hadn’t had time to drink yet. So why was this fucking girl wearing antlers? “The fuck?” He asked, brows furrowing in a frown. “Why do you know my name? And why the HELL are you wearing antlers? Are you one of those seasonal freaks from Joja? Fuck right off where you came from.” Another usually – usually, people would frown, or just laugh awkwardly and walk away, the most unusual thing that had happened to him was someone daring to show him the finger. Asides from Sam, of course. Sam, ever the stubborn- he was getting off topic. This…person…didn’t follow his “usually” either. You just smiled softly at him, ears twitching as you stepped closer. “I am not wearing antlers, I have antlers.” “Yeah, right, and my dick is a snow cone. Want a lick before you piss off?” Honestly, it was getting cold, making the snow cone comment not as unbelievable as he had hoped, but like hell he would tell…you. “That does actually sound quite pleasant.” Again, Shane’s brows furrowed almost automatically. You were definitely taking the piss, and he didn’t even fucking know you.   “Fuck off, I am fucking busy, too busy to play with a furry.” This time, a laugh left your lips, a sound that sounded like bells chiming softly, so clear and warm that it made his facial features soften a little. “Beings like me are called a hybrid, Shane,” you told him, snow crunching under your boots as you stepped closer. Shane blinked at you like he had done before, his fingers wrapping tighter around the handle of the axe. “Yeah, right. Stop shitting me and finally leave me alone. Ya see that I am fuckin’ busy, don’tcha? Or do “beings like you” have piss poor eyesight?” Yet again, no irritation, no confusion, not even a flash of a negative emotion could be seen on your face, he was met with nothing but another of those pretty laughs. And why did it make his heart beat faster? “Why are you doing this?” “Doin’ what?” “Cutting down a tree, Shane.”  Crunching snow. You had taken another step, and Shane could almost make out your features now. “’Cause it’s fuckin’ normal, unlike runnin’ ‘round a damned forest, pretending to be a deer and snoopin’ round-” “Reindeer, if you please.” “What-fucking-ever. Runnin’ ‘round like a rein-…Wow, you really ARE takin’ the piss, huh? Who paid you enough to be like this?” Twitch. How did you manage to get those ears to twitch? “I thought you didn’t like the holidays.” “I fuckin’ don’t.” “Then why are you cutting down a tree for the festivities?” Holy shit. Poor Shane had to take a deep breath now, trying to regain  control over his thoughts, just to end up…irritated when a different scent than just foresty musk hit his nose. Cinamon? Why did the air smell like cinnamon and cookies now? “Because- uh…,” he had to clear his throat, the sweetness in the air making his throat run dry in a way that led him to stumble over his words, “how the fuck- uh- how the hell would you know it’s for that? Maybe I need it as fire-“ “You always stock up way before winter, Shaney.” Shaney? What the hell was happening here- Snow was crunching again, and finally, you were close enough for him to see you, and Yoba, even Shane could admit that you were drop-dead gorgeous. Not that he would say it out loud-

You gave him a smile, one that was just as soft as your laugh had been, long lashes fluttering up at him. It was hard for him to take his eyes off your face, but your antlers caught his attention. What horrified him, though, was that they seemed to be real. “They are pretty, aren’t they? You can touch them, I don’t mind,” you offered, voice soft, eyes shining up at him with a soft glimmer. Like hell he would touch some antlers. He would turn around now and go home, cut that tree down tomorrow. Fuck this shit- “But what really turns me on is when you touch my ears.” Shane’s eyes fell back on you almost immediately, taking in your face again. You were still smiling, all soft and patient, although he did believe to see a hint of a grin underlying that carefully constructed surface. “The fuck do you want?” He asked, a little breathless now. “Me? Oh, nothing, Shaney,” you hummed, leaning a little closer, allowing Shane to hear the soft chime of bells – real bells. His grey eyes snapped down, breath hitching in his throat when he saw your outfit – you were wearing nothing more than a red and white striped skirt, a small green shirt, and a red harness that was laced bells. How the hell had you managed to not freeze to death- “I just want to…You know,” you added on, your hands now on his shoulders, “make you feel a little more festive. Can’t have you gloom around like the last few years now, can I?” You cooed, and something about it just made his cock twitch in his pants. He swallowed down the knot that had begun to form in his throat. Why was he keeping up with this? A crazy-ass bitch, pretending to be a hybrid was standing in front of him, babbling stupid, albeit true, shit and he was taking it. He could just step away and walk home. Tell them it was too dark to find the tree. Prove him wrong, Marnie. But something kept him standing still. Something made his fingers twitch, feeling a dire need to touch those soft looking ears. “Tempting, aren’t they? You can touch, I promise…Would it maybe help you if I called you master?” Yoba, how had you known? Fuck, had you felt his cock twitch just now? He fucking hoped not, even tried to shift his hips away to get some space between them and you. “Oh!~ So you do like being called master. And I am happy to oblige,” you added on, lowering your head, silently offering your ear. And Shane couldn’t believe it, but he reached out. Even took off his gloves to slowly wrap his fingers around the fluffy, sensitive things. He had expected this to be something you were messing about as well, some weird prank, but the sound that left you proved him wrong. So, so wrong.

It sounded so sweet, your little moan. So honest, so warm, vibrating in his ears, hitting a spot he usually kept hidden away so carefully. “That feels good, master,” you sighed, pushing your head in his touch, bringing him face to face with a pair of rather impressive antlers. If Shane had taken a closer look now, he would have noticed that these things most definitely weren’t fake, but the old grump was much too busy to press down on those fuzzy ears, feeling them twitch under his warm hands, hearing that angelic moan again. This time the vibrations didn’t die down in his ears, they went through his whole body, crawled down his spine, making his pudgy dick throb in his pants. Yoba, in every other situation he would have barked at you to get right the fuck off, but you made something in his stomach set ablaze, clawing dangerously at Shane’s otherwise rather simple emotional palette, awakening a need in him he had barely ever felt in the last few years. Again, something the man would have never admitted, but it was true – with how often he had been drunk or depressed, okay, cross that, he had been both more often than not, he had barely been in the mood to do put up with his body in any other way than stuffing it with food or filling it with alcohol. But right now, he could feel his girthy dick throb numbly with your little moans, could feel his breathing growing heavier whenever those little bells chimed as you tried to lean even closer, sighing at the surprisingly sweet massage Shane’s thick fingers delivered.

Shane could not help himself, his eyes moved down your body rather shamelessly. Taking in your tits, the leather of the halter pressing down on them in a way that made his Adam’s apple bob with a thick swallow, took in the way your skirt hugged the plush of your hips, the way it allowed itself to flow down to your mid-thigh to just…stop, revealing long, strong looking legs. Shane’s cock dared to throb again, and he could feel himself harden in his pants, greedy for the dish that offered itself so openly. He would have been ashamed if it hadn’t been so long, and if you had stopped looking at him so prettily. But no, you seemed to melt under his gentle touch, letting out these sounds that made his mind whirr, smiling at him oh so sweetly. He just had to, just had to let his hands slip from your ears, trace down your neck with his thumbs. You didn’t seem to mind, allowing yourself to openly break out in goosebumps, a moan of his name leaving your lips. Fuck, if he hadn’t started hardening before, he surely was now. Fat cock throbbing to life in his pants, vein on the underside of his dick pulsing. But he could hold back still, still unsure, not quite knowing what was happening, and yet he was caught in a daze, one that had his mouth completely dry, and his throat tied into knots, it seemed. Still, his hand had kept wandering, fingertips coming in contact with the cold leather hugging your tits so nicely, making you chuckle quietly. “Looks pretty, doesn’t it?” You breathed, hot breath turning into a cloud as it left your mouth, leaving Shane wanting to swallow it down, his eyes following its slow disappearance with a hint of greed in them. “You know,” you suddenly breathed, fuzzy ears twitching, beautiful eyes looking up at him, and if he wasn’t completely dumb, he was pretty sure he was seeing a glint of mischief in them, “I am not wearing any panties. Thought it to be unnecessary today.”

The way you had said it was cheerful and bright, as if you were singing a happy little tune – and yet it made something within Shane snap. Large hands balling to a fist just to open up again, he grabbed your face and brought it close to his, pressing those chapped lips of his against your soft ones, ignoring the soft tingle jingle that came with the abrupt movements. You seemed to giggle against his lips, willingly parting your own to his lapping tongue, allowing the wet muscle to enter your mouth, moaning greedily when you felt him suck on yours. It seemed like you had gotten him somewhere with this, and it made your heart jump in your chest, especially when you felt a pair of hands wandering down your body, pinching and groping at what they could grasp until they found their new home on your hips, using the leverage to finally pull you into his body. You would have urged him on a little more, really, you would have! The way his tongue licked and sucked yours didn’t make it an easy task, though, and the fact that you were enjoying the deep, rather rough kiss much less so. Teeth clattered against teeth, and his scruff was scratching your face. Not that you minded, quite the opposite. The small sting made you feel all warm. Not even when Shane pulled away, a string of saliva still connecting your lips, were you able to formulate a sentence. You were turned around and pushed against the tree behind you much too quickly – for a man of his size, he moved rather fast, didn’t he? -, your hands finding stable rescue on its bark. “No panties, huh?” Shane snarled, his voice having adopted a deep tone, one that sounded like gravel being grounded under heavy boots, and holy spirits, did it make you shudder. “No, master. Do you perhaps want to check?” You asked, your lip being dragged between your teeth as you arched in your back, pushing your behind backward. There was a short silence, as frosty as the air that was lingering between the two of you. You would have turned your head a little to see the man again, but your antlers were scraping against the tree you were holding on to for support, catching in low hanging branches, leaving you in a rather hopeless position. “M-master?” You asked instead, shifting your hips again. A big paw was still resting between your shoulder blades, holding you in place, which meant he hadn’t just upped and left, which was assuring. You could hear snow crunch under his boots as he shifted, a sound your sensitive ears picked up with ease. You looked downward, seeing Shane’s knee coming up, pressing right into your crotch. Your ears folded backward, a small gasp leaving your lips. You had started getting wet already, and his movement had caught you by surprise, leaving you a little breathless. “How ‘bout you spread your fuckin’ legs f’me then? Bet ya can do that, with the way you’ve been runnin’ your slutty mouth. Right?” The way your heartbeat picked up was probably pretty unhealthy, your legs spreading open until you could feel Shane’s knee comfortably press against your crotch. “Like this?” You asked, bells tingling again as you shifted them open just a little further. What you hadn’t expected was a hand to pinch your side, tickling another moan out of you. “What was that? Thought we agreed on somethin’,” his voice snarled, making you swallow down an aroused chuckle. You hadn’t necessarily agreed on something, but you were way too happy to obey than to correct him. “Yes, master, I apologize. Is this good, master?” You asked, biting your lip yet again when you felt one of his thick fingers slide up your neck, just to run back down, down your spine, hooking in the harness and giving it a rough tug.

The jingle tingle jingle was a well-known noise to you, but in this context, it did nothing but excite you, your little cunt had already started to become wet when Shane had slowly allowed himself to fall into you, but him shifting into this new role did a lot more to you than you could have ever expected. "You can spank me, too, master, if that’s what you’d enjoy,” you suddenly breathed, trying to push your further back – a weak attempt to find the heat that was radiating from Shane’s crotch, but only finding yourself press more against his knee, making you whine out loud.

The dark-haired man’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he watched you, his lower lip bitten as his chest heaved and fell rather quickly. You were so willing, so easy, and so greedy at the same time. Having a knee pressed against your cunt and still searching for his cock. It was no surprise that his free hand was pawing at his dick through his pants, giving it a few rough tugs as he watched you squirm under the pressure of his hand. You had seemingly found out that pushing back against him felt good, because that searching little hump had turned into you rutting your greedy cunt into his knee. Shane hadn’t allowed you to do so, though, had he?

His hand left his cock, instead gripping your ass through your skirt. The sound you gave was surprised, but definitely aroused as well. Your eats were folded toward him, another sign that Shane was happily ignoring in favour of letting his open palm smack down on your ass. “I didn’t fuckin’ allow you to touch yourself, did I, you greedy fuckin’ thing?” “N-no, master,” you breathed, voice shaky with the pleasurable sting spreading through your body. And Yoba, there came another one, harder than the first one, and even though the blow was softened ever so slightly by your little skirt, it still made the skin on your ass burn – his hand was big, and Shane was strong from all his work in the warehouse, despite the gut he had put on from drinking too much alcohol and eating food that was way too unhealthy.  He simply wasn’t one to be underestimated.

The third smack was just as hard as the second one, landing on the exact same, stinging spot as the other two did, forcing your hands to curl against the tree, the excitement that had been bubbling inside of you having grown to something else, something bigger, something way more lustful, something way more… needing. “I am sorry, master!” You moaned out, the quiver in your voice being joined with the jingling of your bells. “Will hold still now, master!” You promised, eyes squeezing shut when you felt another smack increasing the stinging sensation on your ass. “’S’that so?” “Yes, sir!” “That’s what I like to hear,” Shane sighed. Shit, he was hard. Hard and throbbing in his pants, cock begging to be freed from its confines, to drool its fat globs of pre out in the open. First, he had to check something, though. His hand slowly soothed over your ass as it was wandering down to the hem of your skirt, long-cold fingers fetching the fabric to flip your skirt upward, and what he was met with made him groan out loud. It was a deep sound, one coming from his belly. A primal, needy one, one that made your whole body feel like it was set on fire. “You really aren’t wearing any panties,” he breathed, making you shake your head. “I am not, sir.” “And you have a tail.” “I do, sir.” “What happens when I- shit, your cunt’s clenchin’ ‘round nothin’, ya like that? Yeah? Like when I tug on your tail?” He asked, fingers still wrapped around the fluffy tinsel, giving it another tug. If he could have only seen your face, mouth hanging open as if you were about to moan, eyes squeezing shut. What he did see, though, was your pretty cunt, busying itself with clenching around nothing whenever he gave just a teeny tiny tug.

“And you are so wet already, too…Fuckin’ hell, aren’tcha a dirty lil whore, huh?” The attempt to answer was interrupted by the silent moan that had been stuck in your throat finally escaping when you could feel a cold finger trace through your hot, wet cunt. “What is it, reindeer? Ain’t gonna talk to me anymore? Brain already shut off?” you shook your head from side to side, desperately attempting to find the words needed to formulate an appropriate answer, but Shane’s finger slowly circling your twitchy little hole kept pushing them just out of reach. Besides, it already took way too much out of you to not just push back, urge that finger that tapped your cunt’s entrance with mean temptation deep inside of you. Lucky little reindeer girl, because Shane seemed to have just about enough mercy for you to let the tip of his middle finger dip inside your gushy hole. It was just enough to brush that itch you felt burning within you, just enough to make you sigh out, but you. Needed. More.

Your tail was shaking from side to side as Shane teased your pussy, thumb tapping at your clit with cruel curiosity, grey eyes taking in the way your body trembled whenever he did. You were so wet already, taking in his finger with such ease that he needed to swallow thickly, mental image of his cock buried to the hilt inside that warm, pretty, slutty hole popping up in front of his inner eye. God, he needed that. And yet, he couldn’t just give that to you, could he? “Still didn’t hear ya. Maybe I should just…stop,” he breathed, his hand already threatening to pull away. That was when you were able to snap into motion, shaking your head quickly, the frantic tingling of your harness only underlining your despair. “No! Sir, no, please! Please, I- I need you!” “What was that?” He asked, the tug on your harness squishing your tits together almost uncomfortably, adding to the feeling of being about to burst. “I need you, Sir! Pretty, pretty, please!” The snap against your ass and the tug against the harness made your eyes roll, body trembling for more. “Dirty fuckin’ slut. I don’t know ‘bout all this hybrid shit, but I do fuckin’ know ya are a desperate little whore. Nothin’ but a cum dump, isn’t that right? Comin’ up to me to be filled?” You were breathing heavily, ears’ twitching signalling that you were listening. It was true, all of it was true. You wanted to be filled by him, you couldn’t wait to be filled by him. Cunt so painfully wet that you were pretty sure you could feel some of your juices run down the inside of your thighs, body so reactive that even the brush against your tail made your head spin.

Smack. That one had been a hard one, one that made your body jerk forward, one that made you stumble to collect your words yet again. “Yes, sir! Nothing more but a cum dump for you! Can’t wait to please your cock, master!” That was what you had planned to say, at least. Your words came out way more slurred in the form of a whimper, mumbled under your breath as you tried to recollect your last braincells that weren’t busy focusing on you being a cock-hungry slut. Shane himself had trouble focusing. The cold air stung on his cheeks, but he was too focused on you to really notice. The way his hand kept your back arched in, the way you yourself greedily pushed back to expose your cunt further. There was no way he could resist, no way he could stop his hand to unbuckle his belt with that heavy clink, no way he could stop himself from messily removing his painfully hard dick from its tight confines, grunting when the pudgy head smacked against his winter coat. Not to toot his own horn, but Shane’s size was admirable – his dick being the only few things about himself that he had liked, and even that body part of him had been barely functioning. A considerable size as to not say big, with a pudgy, fat head, readily leaking pre-cum that ran down the girthy shaft. He considered you with a sharp look in his eyes, hand pinching at the bottom of his cock before, thoughtfully smacking it against your hole, grinning to himself at the way you twitched, as if your cunt begged for him to finally fill it up. Shane wasn’t cruel, however, his hand leaving his cock again, reaching around you and holding his palm out under your mouth. You looked down at him it in slight confusion, ears twitching again. “Ma-master?” “Spit,” he ordered. That was a request you didn’t need to hear twice; you pursed your pretty lips as you collected a fat glop of spit, readily letting it fall from your mouth onto his hand. The groan that could be heard from behind your back made your tail wag from side to side, heart pounding in your chest, especially when a soft praise followed: “That’s a good girl.” Shane’s hand left her back to rub your ear momentarily, his other hand busying itself slowly running down his shaft, coating his fat cock in your spit, rubbing over the tip and pulling down to make your saliva and his pre-cum mix together in a dirty makeshift lube. “You, uh-“ “Fuck me,” you whispered, your voice a little quieter than intended. Your antlers still made it impossible for you to look over your shoulder, but you were more than willing to spread your legs wider. “Shit, you are a fuckin’ slut,” he laughed, a sound that made your heart jump, laughing with him, albeit yours sounded a lot wobblier.

The heat between your legs made it impossible to think clearly, and his hands, oh, his hands. The one on your ear had started wandering again, exploring your body with rough grabs and gropes. Big palm pressing against your tit, giving it a smack and a squeeze, before a thumb gently rolled over the hardened nipple. It would have almost distracted from his trip pressing against your drippy hole, but the moment he pushed onward, all of your attention was focused on the sensation between your legs. “Oh, ohohohoh!” You babbled, head falling back. Shane felt like his heart was about to explode – your cunt was stunningly warm, gummy walls hugging around his tip in a way that brought him close to just mounting you, bottoming out inside of you with just one thrust. It was tempting, really, filling you to the hilt, stuffing you full of cock just like this. Instead, his hand found that ear again, pressing a gentle massage into it, praising lowly. “Thaaat’s a good slut. Look at you, already suckin’ off my dick, good girl. Gonna move a lil more, okay? Gonna stretch that lil pussy open, that’s fuuuckin’ it, take it.” His cock was honestly aching with despair, with the need to be wrapped up and suffocated by her walls, the dark-haired man’s brain completely shut off as he watched his dick vanish inside her cunt, centimetre by centimetre. And the sounds. Yoba, the sounds you made. They were heavenly. Whiney gasps, breathy moans, begging whimpers, all tumbling out of your mouth freely as he bucked forward. He was about halfway in when he finally gave you a break, your eyes swimming in tears at the unusual size filling your cunt. “Good girl,” he praised again, kissing your shoulder blade carefully. “Think you can take it all, huh? Want me to fill you up nicely, little whore?” Yoba, yes, you wanted him to fill you to the brim. Fuck you senseless, use you however he pleased. His size made your eyes roll as you moved, gasping his name out in the cold night air, leaving it there to be carried away by a gust of wind. His cock was throbbing against your walls, pulsing with each clench your pussy gave in an attempt to adjust. You were struggling, the stinging sensation mixing with pleasure in a way you hadn’t expected it to, leading you to allow yourself to push back against him. “Need more, huh? Cunt’s not full enough yet? Pathetic,” he growled, his façade cracking with how quickly he was obeying, pushing in further, making your cunt take him, until he finally was balls-deep inside of you. Your jaw was hanging open again, fingernails digging in the bark of the tree. You were pretty sure you could feel each and every pulse that went through him in your whole body with how full you felt. “Pussy stretched fuckin’ thin now? That’s what ya like? Filled up like this, pinned against a stupid tree? Wish I could see your face right now, lil reindeer. Bet you look absolutely, deliciously stupid.” And you did. Really, you did. A small drop of spittle hung by the corner of your mouth, your eyes were glazed over with nothing short of dumb pleasure, pretty lashes fluttering when Shane started moving. He moved slowly at first, only pulling back a little and thrusting back in with a considerate stroke.

“Relax for me, babe- that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it. Gushin’ ‘round my cock like that, needy fuckin’ thing- fuck, ya feel so good,” he sighed, his hips moving faster, fucking into you with more vigour now, trying to get more of those delicious sounds out of you. The bells on your harness jingled dutifully as Shane fucked into you from behind, his pace fastening with each thrust.  Oh, how you loved it. Moaning his name shamelessly, gasping whenever it rewarded you a hard smack on the ass, switching back to master, just to slip up again. Being taken against a tree like this was new to you, and if a reindeer hybrid like you had a wish to make, you would have wished for this to never end. Cock stretching you thin, pounding whatever frustrations Shane had into you – and you were happy to take it, especially when he leaned in to praise you so filthily. “Hear that? Hear how your whore cunt is takin’ me? Messy lil slut, holy shit. Good fuckin’ girl.” You swallowed him up so well, cunt complaining with a squelching sound when he pulled back, just to greet him with another sloppy wet sound when he fucked back into you, balls smacking mercilessly against your skin with the rough fucks he was giving you. The pale skin on your ass had started to redden from the cold, but if he looked closely, he could make out the shape of his fingers. Fuck, you took him so well, it should have been illegal. “Like that? Like bein’ fucked against a tree? Ohhhooo, you clenchin’ up again – must be lovin’ it. Twitchy fuckin’ pussy,” he hissed, pelvis smack, smack, smacking into your ass as he took you just how he pleased. The hard, bullying thrusts had turned your brain to complete mush. The cold winter air had no chance against the warmth you felt prickling on your skin, radiating from an ever-consuming heat pooling within you. “Ma-mahaster!” You cried out, making Shane groan lowly. “Feelin’ good, whore? Cunt’s pounded good? Shit, you’re so good f’me, fuckin’ love this pussy.”

A particular rough snap was bullied into you before he began to snap his hips fast again, the string of moans leaving your lips only urging him to push you further, push you closer to the edge. His hand smacked your ass, this time the other cheek, tearing a sob from you, cold skin being forced to heat up with a stinging sensation. “Play with your tits for me,” Shane hissed, his balls feeling painfully tight. If his brain had been any clearer, he would have been surprised that he wasn’t completely out of breath yet, but something about you, cross that, everything about you made it just so easy for him. You felt so full, so hot, and so, so fucking close. Your orgasm was so, so close, making the hand that was pinching and grabbing at yourself shaky, your eyes rolling, legs twitching. “Sh-shane-“ You began, gasping out loud as he picked up one of your legs, pushing it forward, seemingly hitting impossibly deeper.  The words that had been on your tongue had tumbled back down your throat, burning in that pit of hot lava in your stomach that threatened to overtake you, your head falling back, almost hitting the relentless man with your antlers. Shane let out a breathless chuckle, the grunts and groans that had been leaving him barely allowing him to hear your sentence, but the way your body was beginning to twitch and shiver was enough. His fingers found your clit, arm awkwardly wrapped around your hip to reach between your legs, rubbing that little bundle of nerves, smacking his lips together to try and regain his ability to speak. “Ya gonna cum for me? That’s it? Pretty cunt’s gonna spill all over me? Fuckin’ do it. Cum for me, baby, want to have it all.”

You could do nothing but nod, and nod you did. Frantically, bells jingling as your hips fucked back against the rough thrusts that would for sure leave you behind sore, and you would relish the fact that you were. Your breathing came out in short puffs, moans all high pitched as your back arched in, your hand wrapping around the wrist of his hand that was rubbing your clit, a sobbed cry of his name announcing your orgasm that knocked the air right out of your lungs. “Fuhuckkkk, holy fuckin’ shit,” Shane moaned, his other hand wrapping around your stomach to pull you closer, ignoring the feeling of antlers bumping against his head. He needed you close, and he needed you to be close right now as you were creaming around his cock. “Good girl! Perfect girl, fuck! That’s it – cum for me. Cream around me- You are gonna make me cum, fuckfuckfuckfuck,” he gasped, babbling some more lewd curses as he thrusted into you, holding you as close to himself as he possibly could. His breathing became ragged as he neared his orgasm, making your ears perk, even in the dazed state of mind your orgasm had left you in. Your free hand reached back, finding the back of his neck, fingers curling in the strands of hair you could find, giving a small tuck. “Nee-need you to- cum,” you drooled, weakly pushing back your hips.

The dark-haired man could feel his hips stutter, feeling like an invisible hand wrapped around his throat as something inside of him finally snapped. He bucked forward, pressing you against him as ropes of cum started to shoot from his dick, low groan leaving him. The feeling of being filled like this, so snugly pressed against him, it did something to you. Something that made the tears that had filled your eyes finally spill, something that made you want this to never end.

Shane was quivering behind you as he weakly bucked his hips forward, milking his dick with the help of your pussy just like he had milked your cunt – to be honest, he was desperate to fill you up as much as he could, fill you up enough for you to feel it for as long as possible. But, years of alcoholism and depression finally caught up to him, making his hips quiver to a halt, head bumping against your shoulder as he greedily sucked in a lungful of air. And that’s how you were standing there, wrapped in the darkness of the forest, dick stuffed in your cum-filled cunt. How you loved this feeling already. You didn’t know how long the two of you had been standing there like this, but at some point, Shane started to feel the cold settling in, biting at his skin with icy fangs. And even though he would have known a billion other things he would have preferred, he slowly began pulling out, snapping you out of that haze. “Fuck,” he breathed, making you finally turn your head as crunching snow indicated steps turning away. Shane had picked up his messily discarded gloves before slowly returning to you. “Might pinch a lil now, but I don’t know what else I could use,” he explained. You were watching him in confusion as he leaned down, gasping out loud when the rough material of the glove touched your raw cunt. “Sorry, baby. Just need to clean ya up a lil, can’t let ya- there we go, relax for me,” he murmured, dabbing at you oh so carefully. Each contact made you twitch, but his gentle care which posed such a stark contrast to the demeanour from before – you didn’t have the heart to tell him that this would be no problem at all for you. “There, a little better,” he murmured, adjusting your skirt before giving his dick a rather quick swipe before he slowly zipped himself up again. Suddenly, a realization seemed to hit him.

“Those antlers are real.” “Yes, they are.” “That…tail, too?” “Yes.” “And the ears?” You twitched them in response, giving Shane a bright, albeit tired smile. “All real.” “And you…why are you…” “You see,” you smiled bells jingling their soft tune as you approached him, “I’ve heard you say humbug one time too many, and decided to give you a little holiday spirit.” Shane’s brow furrowed again, his mouth opening again to respond- “Nu-uh. You can’t deny this, I am real, and it’s not exactly normal to fuck a hybrid in the forest around the holidays, is it?” At that, his mouth snapped shut, making you giggle and pat his chest. “There, there. This was a fun little present, after all, wasn’t it?” Shane swallowed the knot in his throat as your cold hand touched his cheek. “And I know you have it in you.” “What else do you fuckin’ think ya know?” “That you just gave me the best fuck of my life.” His jaw clicked as he snapped it shut again, making you giggle again. You picked up the axe that Shane had oh so carelessly dropped before, placing it in his hands. “Do I need to- uh. Bring you somewhere?” A laugh left your lips, bright as a bell and as warm as a cozy fireplace. “No, Shane. I have found you with ease, and I will find home with even more ease. Don’t you worry.” “And…uh- will I see you again?” he couldn’t believe he was asking this- “That depends.” “On what?” “If you are on the naughty or nice list.” You gave him a smile; a sweet kiss being placed on his scruffy cheek.

Shane was left stunned as he heard the snow crunch under your boots, crunch, crunch, crunch. He watched after you, legs denying their services – it was like he was frozen to the ground. Shane blinked to let his eyes adjust better, but when he opened them again, you were gone. The fuck? There was no way you could have vanished so quickly! He dropped the axe again, quick steps through snow following the footsteps that you had left behind, just for them to…slowly disappear. 

Shane was left standing in the forest, with no trace of you left behind. Had he just dreamed all of this? Pussy-starved, holiday-hating brain coming up with a dirty fantasy while he tried to cut down a tree? Was he going fucking crazy? He rubbed over his head, pressed his fingers against his eyelid. Maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep the past few days? But why the fucking hell did he feel that cozy sleepiness he always felt after an orgasm? He looked into the direction he had seen you go in once more before slowly returning to his axe. Walked to the tree he had held you against, but there was nothing but his own footprints. Fuck, had he been manic or some shit? He swallowed thickly, running his fingers over the tree bark where he had been pretty sure your slender fingers had found support. Shit, he was going crazy. He decided it was time to fetch the axe and go home, sleep it off. But as he walked, he heard a sound. Soft and all clear. Warm and bright. It reminded him of something, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. He took another step forward, just to hear the gentle sound again. His hands automatically reached in his pocket, just for his fingers to wrap around something smooth and cold. He pulled his hand back, opening it to find a bell resting in the palm of his hand, still cool from the night air, reflecting whatever little moonlight had fought its way through the trees. He shook it gently, eliciting a soft jingle tingle jingle, making a smile appear on his lips. Well, he guessed there was a reason to get on the nice list now. Or at least the nicer list. While Shane made his way home, the “perfect” tree was resting on the sleigh, and the old grump even hummed a light and soft song – “Jingle Bells”.

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✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 21st of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: We are nearing the twenty fourth already! But we a not quite there yet, are we? There are still some doors left to open...Are you ready?

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Harvey (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 498 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

Harvey is a person to be utterly concerned throughout most of winter, going full doctor mode. House visits? Yes. Taking calls? Yes. Giving advice no matter how often he had already given it before? Yes.

This would mean that he is quite busy during the season, especially since he sometimes takes over patients from befriended doctors that are running on the brink of over exhaustion.

He would try to enjoy the holiday cheer with you, but his phone would sadly be going off every time this poor man would try to sit down on his ass.

Man would be hustling and bustling, barely sleeping well.

One night he would be sleeping peacefully, just for him to snap awake covered in sweat because he remembered that he hadn’t gotten around to get you a gift yet.

He would try to find one online, just to be too tired to figure out how to order it, so he would message Maru in desperation. The gift would arrive punctually, but until then, he would be sweating BULLETS. Sweet man would have a plate so full and yet your happiness would be still all the way up there for him!

He would be so exhausted come the Feast of The Winterstar that you would need to drag him to the town square. And even then he would be answering mostly medical questions. Imagine being a med student at family dinner and being shown different rashes and ouchies – that is how he would feel.

Which would mean that you would grab his hand at some point and lead him back home, deciding it would be time for him to calm down and relax a little.

“Just relax, sweetie,” you murmured to Harvey, kissing up his thighs with a tender carefulness that made his back lean back into the couch you had sat him down on. “But darling,” he breathed, moustache twitching as your fingers worked on unbuckling his belt. “We can go back, really. I do not want you to cut the festivities short just because I have been a little busy,” he tried and yet his fingers had already found home on top of your head, fingers dragging over your scalp in a loving massage. You gave him an assuring smile as you leaned forward to let your lips brush over his crotch, your eyes reconnecting with his when he lifted his butt for you to pull down his pants. “Who says this isn’t a continuation of festivities for me?” The question was light, as was the brushing of your finger against the black of his boxers. The breath that hitched in Harvey’s throat told you that there wouldn’t be much more protest following, making you allow yourself to get comfortable on your knees as you leaned forward

[deepestnightcolor]

My mind always goes 'Yippee!' When I see a new post

most of you are ADORABLE, you know that?

Im so glad you're enjoying <3

[deepestnightcolor]

I was feeling so weird about myself the other day, and I have to pop in and just say thank you sm for your writing.

It's sooo well written and just makes you feel good. You're genuinely one of my favourite writers on here, and I'm ecstatic to see what you come up with this winter coming!

Sob, please, please, PLEASE KNOW that you're beautiful in and out.

I am so glad I could bring this into your life. And remember.

Whenever you feel insecure about yourself, youve got a man drooling for you. Always.

(Also thank you so much for the compliments. I hope you are enjoying it so far <3)

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 20h of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: 20th of December, and another pretty thing waiting for you! I hope you will be able to enjoy it! <3

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Penny(SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1013 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: teasing, cunnilingus, edging, Penny is kind of being a bully!

Having Penny read to you was one of your favourite things in the world. It just had something so genuine about it to come home after a long day of doing farm work, your head finding home on your girlfriend’s lap after taking a long, much needed shower, just to find out what was going to happen in the next chapter of the book you were reading together. And, to be honest, there was this additional bonus of Penny not being able to hold her hands still completely, which often meant that her fingers were threading through your hair. It always helped you come down from a hard day of work, enough so that you often didn’t even make it to the end of the chapter, asleep on Penny’s lap before she could finish turning the pages. You were lucky, though, because your girlfriend had enough mercy to give you a quick summary over your morning coffees the next day. You would have never admitted it, but you found out more about those books you were reading over a steaming hot cup of coffee than when you were half-asleep on her lap, but neither of you seemed to mind too much.

Even now in winter, your little ritual persisted, with only a few little changes. The book had turned in some kind of advent calendar, offering a new story every day. Your outfits had grown a little cozier, and you weren’t usually half-asleep on her lap when she was reading to you – winter simply went easier on you than the other seasons, and asides from the few days you were mining, you usually were pretty much awake when being read to.

Today there was something a little different about your usual session, though. It was you holding the book in your hand, trying to read. That said, you were trying because that was all you were managing. You were stumbling over your words, eyes not properly focusing on them, no matter how much you blinked. To be fair, though, it wasn’t easy to read when your wife’s tongue was pressed against your cunt, licking long, steady drags through your folds, lips suckling at your clit with quick smack, smack, smacks just for her to lap at your twitchy hole, licking up the hot gush of slick with an eager hunger that made your thighs twitch.  But that wasn’t only thing that made focusing so hard, oh no. It was the fact that Penny stopped every. Single. Time. You stopped reading, and mercilessly so. Brown eyes looking up at you, eyebrow quirking in an expecting manner. “So? What happens next? I can’t hear you read,” she would tell you when your lips quivered, moan having interrupted your reading and tongue refusing to help forming the words your eyes were catching just barely. You would look back at her, about to ask if you seriously had to read on, but Penny wouldn’t have it. “If you stop reading, I will stop this, love. That was the deal.” And so you picked up the book again, finger frantically searching for where you had left off, tongue stumbling over the words as soon as Penny’s found your clit again. You knew she was a strict teacher, but holy fuck, this took it to the next level. Her lips wrapping around your clit as she nuzzled her head from side to side made your eyes roll, almost losing the thread you had so sloppily picked up again. You could feel your wife’s eyes on you as her tongue lapped up what you gave her, her face nuzzled into your cunt like she was starving, and you were the best meal served. Her hands were hooked around your legs, hands holding down your hips to make sure you couldn’t just take what you needed if you stopped reading. “A-and the snowman- Ohhhh Yoba, Penny, right there, pleasepleaseplease,” you gasped, feeling her tongue push into your weepy hole, just for her to stop the sweet, sweet laps. “What happened to the snowman, darling? I can’t wait to know.” How was she this calm and collected? You were falling apart under her tongue, and she was just so strict, not even giving in the slightest. She even licked her lips clean, head tilted to the side as she looked up at you, “simply~ can’t~ wait,” she cooed, tapping your clit with her fingers three times, smiling to herself when your thighs twitched with every tap. “Don’t want to know what happens to the snowman? I bet you do, maybe I should just read on if you can’t-“ “And the snowman wandered on, ready to start his big adventure. But little did he know, his adventure required…” The licks and laps on your cunt picked up again, making your back arch, the words on the page growing blurry again. Yoba, this dirty thing was spelling the letters you were reading to her on your cunt, and then she dared to look up at you so innocently. Like she didn’t exactly know what she was doing? Your hands gripped the book tighter, trying to follow the story of a stupid snowman, but your brain didn’t register a single word. You hoped he would melt, that his pathetic departure would drench this stupid book and free you of the task of reading, allow you to focus on the pleasure rafting through you- “Can’t focus, love?” Oh, she was devilish. Sweet on the outside and rotten dirty to the cor, at least in situations like these where she felt like was having the upper hand. To be completely honest, with the way her tongue was tormenting you, spelling on you like you were her very own textbook, she did. But she would be reading tomorrow, and then you would see how well she could focus with your tongue tormenting her cunt, maybe you would even use a toy on her-

“Darrrrrlingggg,” a sing-song voice chimed, “what did the snowman do next?” Holy fuck, this was going to be an orgasm you’d need to work for.

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 19th of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: Can you hear it? Are your ears filled to the brim with the Christmas music playing in stores? And you are still ready to open another door? Thank you very much, lovelies! I hope you enjoy!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sebastian (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 498 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ:

Sebastian might be our local emo boy and you would rarely ever get it out of him, but he does enjoy winter and the Winterstar season – he just hates the commitments around it, especially on the day of.

That wouldn’t mean he would rain on your parade, though. No, he would help you decorating your house, would carry your bags when you went gift shopping (with one earbud in ear because the people around you are just so loud), helping you bake cookies, you name it. He would be there.

But, if we are being honest, Seb probably wouldn’t be a holly jolly little elf, too much things on his mind, too many people pretending, too much annoying etiquette. Why the hell would he pretend he liked Clint just because someone put a star on a tree? And why the hell would he say something nice to Demetrius just because some random singer in the background preached about the importance of family with these annoying ass jingles?

He was nice to the people he cared about, wasn’t that enough? For example he would only cock his brow whenever he entered Sam’s room that resembled a Winterstar wonderland and never say anything. See? That was nice!

Still, you would notice Sebastian’s mood shift the closer the Feast of the Winterstar came. You knew he would probably lighten up again the day of (he would say he is just acting for the family, but he had seemed to mellow out ever since you had joined the family table), and since you were a good spouse, you decided to spice things up a little.

Sebastian’s eyes would light up when you dangled the opportunity of a spicy gift exchange between the two of you in front of him.

Of course he would agree immediately – what was he? Stupid? Hell no. He would grin up at you with a mischievous glint in his pretty eyes before telling you to bring it on.

His slender fingers were wrapped around the box in his hand with utmost care, holding onto it oh so gently. He had spent hours looking for the perfect gift for your very own spicy exchange, and he had to admit, he was kind of proud of it. The little vibrator would be perfect for your nights out at the saloon or for when he decided to be a total asshole and overstimulate you to the point of tears. Maybe for when you cockwarmed him because you just couldn’t wait for him to finish his project, too. “Seb?” A soft voice asked, making him look up from the box in his hand, jaw falling open when he saw you. You were completely bare, aside from thigh-highs and a black collar with the matching leash in your hand. You gave him a shy, almost bashful smile, but there was no time for any explanation with how quick you were pinned to the couch, long fingers wrapping around the leather of the leash.

[deepestnightcolor]

I love seeing your posts pop up in my feed! Kinkmas has been so fun to consume <3

*sniff* thank you so much, doll! I'm glad I'm able to bring a little joy into your day!!

You surely brought some into mine. <3

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 18th of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: We are still going! I hope you can still stand me popping up on your feed!~

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Elliott x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1063 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: bondage, blindfolding, sensation play, teasing, cock-warming, praise

You were prettier than any Christmas tree in this whole town, Elliott was sure of that. You looked absolutely delicious like this, and you couldn’t even see yourself. Legs tied to the bedpost to stay open, your hands tied behind your back to allow him to take all the time he needed. However, he hadn’t simply tied you up, oh no. He had felt like he needed to act in favour of the holiday spirit and had short handedly used tinsel from his very own tree. He was sitting in his chair in front of his bed, taking you in with a satisfied look in his eyes. Your chest was heaving and falling, a little faster than usual, probably in anticipation of what was about to come. Tinsel went down between the valley of your breasts, just to wrap around your side and back and rest on your stomach again, twirling and wrapping you up oh so nicely. The blindfold wrapped around your eyes was just a sweet little plus, a little help to let you focus on the thing at hand, or, in your case, on the things on skin.

With a love-heavy sigh, Elliott stood up from his chair, his hand still wrapped tightly around his pulsing cock as he approached you. His thumb ran over his wet tip, pulling down with a wet click that made your head snap in his direction. Ahhh, there it was, your sense of hearing had already sharpened. Perfect. “You look so very beautiful, my angel,” Elliott whispered, sighing again as he let his fist pump his cock a few times. He was very well aware that this was selfish, and not like a gentleman should treat the love of his life – him stroking his cock while you laid there, on his bed, waiting. But he couldn’t really blame himself, not when the love of his life looked like this. Red tinsel on bare skin, catching the light of the fireplace, making you glow in a way that could have made an angel pale in envy. “You see, my angel, I just need you like this sometimes,” he whispered, picking up a feather from his nightstand. One hand was still lazily fisting his cock as he let the tip of the feather tickle your nose, smiling to himself when you scrunched it up. Weren’t you the absolute cutest? Trying to get rid of the feeling one moment, keening for it when he trailed just a little lower, letting the softness of the feather kiss your neck, brush over those accentuated collar bones, drag over those perky nipples that made his dick cry a little. “At my hands, enjoying yourself….You should be seeing yourself – it is a sight that would make the stars fall from the sky.” He leaned down to press a tender kiss to your lips, another smile appearing on his lips  it simply was too cute how eagerly you kissed him back. He had left you alone for a little too long, hadn’t he? But you didn’t need to worry – he wasn’t going to leave you alone for much longer. No, he was going to warm you up in a way he knew that would bring warm you up again, would ground you after the orgasm he had made you go through just moments before (or maybe hours? It was hard to have an understanding of time when you were robbed of your sight and left touchless on the bed for Yoba knew how long.) The writer settled between your legs, leaning down to press these tender kisses into your skin, the ones that made your flesh be covered in goosebumps, the ones that made you crave more, the ones that made your heart hum and pound. Your lover seemed to prepare your skin with the feather, following its ghostly journey with those sweet kisses. Each of them felt like they left your body in a new mushy mess, made you feel like you were about to melt, especially with the way the tinsel was tickling your body just to add on it.

Elliott blew some hot hair on to your body, leading your back to arch up, a small, quivery breath leaving you. “Absolute work of art,” he whispered, gentle kiss being placed on your hip bone, then the other. Then his lips met your pubic mount, kissed down where it started connecting with your thigh, the feather already making its way up on the other side again, and Elliott followed obediently. He was right, it did do something to you to just rely on the feeling and then gentle sounds of it. You absolutely relished hearing Elliott sigh and whisper for you, loved the sound he made when his lips connected with your skin. Fuck it, you loved all of this. “I truly do not know how I deserve you,” Elliott cooed, the feather tickling your nose again. You could feel the tip of his dick press against your entrance, making your whole body burn in anticipation. The stretch of him still lingered like a ghost, and the sensuality of it all just made you want it more. So when he finally sank into you – slowly, of course, Elliott wanted you to feel everything, after all, wanted to take his time with you – you couldn’t help but let out one of those same blissful sighs that he was throwing in your direction. Finally, you could feel him, stretching you thin in a way only Elliott ever could, filling you so snugly that it made you want to cry. “That’s it,” he breathed, hand moving to slowly remove your blindfold, giving you enough time to let your eyes adjust. The room had gotten considerably darker, and a look out of the window told you it was snowing. Elliott smiled down at you, kissing your forehead gently. “Just enjoy,” he breathed, resting his head on your chest, eyes closing at your heart hammering away in your chest. He would remove your ties later, pretty promise. But for now, he just needed you to let him stretch you open. Just needed you to warm his cock. Selfish, he knew it. Sinful, too. Probably would get him on the naughty list, but that was a worry for later. Not for when he was facing the present that he was engulfed in.

[deepestnightcolor]

Just saying, if Shane was a king, he'd most certainly fuck you on his throne with your pretty dresses bunched up just enough so he could rub your little clit and stuff you full.

This is a nudge.

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 17th of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: Door 17 is ready to be opened, are you willing to look into it? Thank you soooo much for still being here if you are!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 636 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: I think that one is just fluffy, with slight mentions of mischief :D

Okay, hear me out. Sam is NOT dumb. But it is easy to get Sam excited, you know?

And our boy would be EXCITED for the Feast of the Winterstar.

He would be the kind of person starting to blast “All I want for Christmas” as soon as Spirits Eve has passed and decorating his room as soon as humanly possible without Sebastian to choke the spirit right outta him.

And can you imagine him with Vincent? He would read him all the Winterstar stories he would find, make the festivities as magical as possible for him. He would be the kind of guy to wear boots two sizes bigger than he usually wears to stomp through the snowy garden and back toward the forest to tell Vincent it was Santa. (He even would make a stop at Marnie’s  because he and Shane once bumped into one another and “there can’t be two Santas” (they played rock, paper, scissors to settle the argument).)

He would also definitely make you part of all his traditions if you would be so inclined, telling you about them with sparkling eyes.

He would be so busy preparing everything all season – it is honestly endearing.

Sam is the kind of guy to wake up early on the day of, all excited for everyone else to wake up, pacing around the room until he finally hears some movement.

But poor boy would also be exhausted by the end of the day, crawling into bed before anyone else, ready to just sleep, even though he would definitely tell you that he only wants to rest his eyes a little bit.

“Babe?” You asked quietly, closing the door behind you carefully. The room was quiet, the only thing that could be heard was soft chatter coming from the TV. You had been seeing a flash of blond hair all throughout the day and it had never been in one place, it seemed. No, Sam had been bustling around all day, stopping by here and there to press a chaste kiss to your cheek, lips, forehead, whatever place he could reach on his way past, sometimes spinning you around. Even during the feast your lover was bursting with energy, heading around the tables, talking, chatting, laughing. You had seen him playing with the kids, too, letting himself be dragged into their happy excitement. Or maybe it had been the other way around? You hadn’t been sure- Long story short, Sam had been an energetic ball of Winterstar spirit all day, so it hadn’t caught you too much off guard when he had finished his conversation with Sebastian by slapping him on the back and handing him a gift, telling him he would see him around before wandering up to you. “I will go home and start us off with a movie, baby. Join me soon?” he had asked, pressing another kiss to your forehead. You had nodded and had sent him on his way. It honestly hadn’t been long until you had wrapped up your own conversation, and now you were here, in your shared bedroom, taking in the scenery. Sam was lying splayed out on the bed, holding a Winterstar cookie in one of his hands and the remote in the other. His pants were still hanging around his ankles, but the blond was knocked out. A small smile crept on your face as you walked up to him, carefully pulling his pants off his body completely before you covered him with the blanket. The gift you had been holding found its place under the tree before you slid under the blankets next to your spouse, letting him dream of reindeers and Santa and snow. Little did you know you were the most prominent feature in his dream and the cause of his smile. That doesn't mean he will sleep through the night, though. Oh no, it is highly likely that Sam will wake you up hours later, mischievous glint in his eyes when he holds up a mistletoe, his hand slowly sliding down your body. "I think I haven't given you your second part of your gift yet, baby," he would whisper as his finger traced up the inside of your bare thigh. There he was again.

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 16th of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: Door 16, who might be hiding? Could it be someone making a reappearance? Why dontcha click and find out? I hope you are enjoying yourself, have a nice time!~

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Abigail x GN!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 1030 words.

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Play fighting, a bit of power play, spanking.

The sound of cheap plastic clashing together could be heard all throughout the living room, just like the sound of screeching and giggling. Abigail had found some comically large candy cones online and had decided to order them for you “to put them in your yard so people think you’re one of those lame Christmas freaks”.

However, when they had arrived on your front porch and you had begun unpacking them, your girlfriend had mustered them with great intent, smacking the piece of plastic against her hand, forehead creased as she had her brows furrowed. “You know,” she had begun, looking up at you with a small smile playing on her lips, “I definitely think I could beat you in a sword fight.” You had laughed at that, looking up at her with a cocked brow of your own. “Oh yeah? Why do you think so?” “Because I am no lame Christmas freak,” she had shot back, as if she hadn’t been the one now getting all kinds of ads of Christmas advertisements. Amazon definitely had its own opinions of who the actual Christmas freak in this relationship was.  “Oh yeah, sure.” “Wanna test it out, right now? I am gonna whoop your fucking ass.” Oh, there it was. The competitive side of your girlfriend, triggered by almost everything where she smelled even a hint of the chance that she could come out on top. You yourself smacked the candy cone against your hand. It definitely wouldn’t hurt if one of you actually landed a hit. “Why not?” You had laughed, getting up from your seat on the sofa, stretching your back to let your spine pop. Abigail had jumped on her feet faster than she would have ever admitted, grabbing the plastic cone by its curved head, the same grin still plastered on her face. “How about we make this a little more interesting, bub? The winner gets to…mh…Lemme think…actually whoop the loser’s ass.” You had looked at her with a look of confusion, though that had quickly changed into one of bewildered amusement. “That certainly sounds interesting…But how do we decide who wins?” “The first one to drop the cone loses, so you better hold on tight.” “And how many spanks is okay? Shouldn’t we put a limi-“ “Awww, already scared of the inevitable? Poor you, but don’t fret, I will stop when you ass is nice and red for me, bub,” Abigail had grinned, pointing the end of her oversized stick at you. Well, you had tried.

You had to admit, your girlfriend was fighting dirty. Attacking fast and hard, but much to her dismay, she was lacking precision as you were chasing one another through the living room, swaying at one another. Years of fighting in various mines definitely had given you an advantage as you dodged her attacks, smacking her on the ass in return. She did land a few hits, even catching you off guard once after you had blocked one of her attacks, almost knocking the cone out of your hand, which she had yelled out with great pleasure, making you smile to yourself. However, that had made Abigail so sure of herself that she became less careful, bringing her to the exact point you had wanted her to reach – making her an easier target to attack. Your girlfriend obviously hadn’t expected you to launch forward, swinging a hard knock against her candy replica, making it clatter to the ground with a pathetic little sound. The purplenette stared at it with open mouth, before slowly looking back up at you. “You-…You won,” she croaked as you steadied yourself on your trusty sword. “Sure did.” “I…I almost had you.” “But you didn’t.” “I…- I want a revanche!” “Mhhh, I don’t think so. In fact, I think the winner was supposed to get something. To make the game more interesting. Remember? No limits either,” you smiled, something devilish lying under that grin, making Abigail swallow heavily.

It was a sight to see, honestly. Abigail splayed over your lap like this, pants hastily shoved down her legs, pale ass on full display for you. You sighed sweetly, letting a finger run over the smooth skin of hers, smiling to yourself as you saw your girlfriend break out in goosebumps. “Look at you…Such smooth skin… I bet it will look great all red for me,” you murmured, now using the palm of your hand to cup the curve of her ass, your girlfriend hissing in anticipation of the first smack. But you wanted to take your time, just a little. Humble her, let her stew with the words she had spew not long ago.

“I want you to count,” you suddenly told her. She turned her head, about to say something, but a sting on her ass made her lose her words, instead pressing out a quick “one!”. “There we go, that’s a good girl,” you cooed, but didn’t leave her any time to adjust to anything you said, your hand slapping another smack onto her ass, but you at least landed it on the other cheek. The “two!” came out a lot meeker now, it seemed like realization had settled in for poor Abigail. But the fact that she was stretching her ass toward you gave you an idea that she wasn’t exactly suffering. “You like this?” You chuckled, and again, didn’t give her the chance to answer, another hard spank landing on her ass, making her moan out loud before she whispered the next number. “Ye-yes, feels- stings nicely,” she whispered, having you chuckle. Your beloved Abigail, always having her mouth so full, and always ending up in situations similar to this – what a little masochist she could be. The next smack was harder, serving the sole purpose to make sure that your handprint would form on the pale skin of her ass, but Abigail dutifully counted. Until you spanked her twice in a row, that was when she stumbled over her numbers, forgetting to count one. Too bad, so sad! It seemed like you had to start at one again.

You had asked her if you should have put a limit.

[deepestnightcolor]

Instagram showing me couple content is normal.

But now Instagram is showing me couples doing things I ACTUALLY LIKE??? HOW RUDE???

Someone build lego with me while wearing matching sweaters and watching the Grinch? I promise I can be cute.

Sometimes.

[deepestnightcolor]

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Kinkmas - 15th of December⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

ᴀ/ɴ: If you are still here, I hope you are still enjoying your little advent calendar! Open the door, see if it is for you and I hope you like it!

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: Sam (SDV) x Fem!Reader

ᴡᴄ: 2804 words

ᴍᴅɴɪ ✧ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: cursing, drool, comfort sex, possessiveness, praise, pierced dick, raw fucking, creampie, taking pictures of you, Sam just wants to make you feel good because you are hurt, but don't worry, he is giving his best!

He just did not get it. Could not understand, no matter how hard he tried. And he probably never would – he would simply never understand how anyone could hurt you. Precious you with a glimmer in your eyes that made his head spin, a smile that lit up his world and a touch that made him melt, ready to be shaped and formed into whatever you intended him to be for the day. Yes, perhaps Sam was a little biased here with how down bad he was, but he was sure everyone in the damn town would agree that your piece of shit ex did not deserve you. Leaving you just before the feast of the winterstar? Sam was not a violent man, but he was willing to make well-placed exceptions. He had found you in tears in front of your house, phone clutched in one hand, face hidden by the other, sobbing quietly. It had broken his damn heart, had made his fist clench in a bitter rage he had never felt before, body already tense, ready to go scorched earth on what- or whoever had caused the scenery in front of him. But seeing you look up at him, pretty eyes still filled with tears, cheeks red and wet, lip wobbling dangerously, he knew he had to do something else first; be there for you. He had knelt down in the snowy dirt in front of you and had silently pulled you against his chest. At first you had tensed up, but that had quickly faded as you had melted into Sam’s embrace, sobbing into his shirt, your nails digging into the fabric as if you were scared that he would leave just as quickly as he pulled you into a hug. Truth was – Sam would have never left. His heart was absolutely breaking; it was like the pain you felt went over to him, running through his body, pinching at his soul, slamming its ugly fists against his heart. “I am here,” he whispered against your hair, his big hand stroking down your back and back up to your shoulders. “I am here now, promise.”

He didn’t know how long you had sobbed in his arms, and frankly, he didn’t care. What he had cared about was the fact that your sobs slowly had become more infrequent and quieter, that your body hadn’t shaken as violently anymore. You had slowly become more relaxed in his arms, and yet he had still held you tightly to his chest, his long fingers not stopping their brushing through your hair. “Sam?” You had whispered, making him tilt his head. “Yeah?” “I…I need you to do something for me.” “Anything-“ “I need you to f-…fu—I need you to fuck me, Sam.”

Sam also wasn’t sure how often he had asked you if you were sure. Five, ten, or even fifteen times? He had asked you as he had picked you up and pressed you against his body. He had asked you as he was carrying you inside. He had popped the question just before your lips had been about to collide, making you do that cute sniffle-laugh that both tugged at his heartstrings and at the corner of his lips. You had gripped strands of his hair and pulled him into a kiss that could have been described as nothing but desperate, and Sam was shameless enough to say that he had matched that energy. Biting at your lower lip to let his pierced tongue lick over yours, sucking at it to taste you, gripping your ass with those big hands of his in an attempt to press you even closer to his body. He probably shouldn’t have given in, but he was here to help, right? This didn’t have to do with his own selfish desires. Wasn’t connected in any way to the nights he had fisted at his cock, your precious name at the tip of his tongue. Not at all related to the times he had daydreamed about being your boyfriend instead of that prick he had never liked.

“Are you sure?” He asked, peppering hot, open-mouthed kisses over your neck, enjoying the feeling of that preciously soft skin against his lips, the softness only inviting him to bite. Mark over where that fucking loser had been, reclaim what he had lost. “Yes, I a- fuck, Sam,” you whined, lulling your head to the side to bare more of it to him. Yoba, how could anyone be so stupid to let you go? But you didn’t need to worry – he would make sure you would know just how precious you were. How deserving you were of feeling good.

Turned out, you were showing him how good sex could feel. Sam’s eyes were rolled back in the far of his skull, his cock buried balls-deep inside of you, and holy fuck, he probably would never be able to fuck anyone that wasn’t you. He had to swallow several times to be able to even utter a word, Adam’s apple bobbing violently. “Fuck, baby, love, oh my fucking- you feel so good…” His dick was throbbing inside of you, pink, pierced tip shamelessly leaking pre-cum as he took a moment just to look down at you. Hair spread out beneath you like some sort of halo, pretty tits on display for him, thighs spread open for him to be accommodated. Slobber and freshly bitten bruises were forming on your skin, making his tongue feel heavy with split. Yoba, you were gorgeous, like a damn angel had crafted you. And yet you were in pain, pain you didn’t fucking deserve, but by hell, he was going to fuck that pain away.

He leaned down to press a quick, rather sloppy kiss to your lips, his cock throbbing dangerously in your cunt. He hadn’t moved much yet, and you still sucked him off so well already, squishy walls wrapping around him in a way that knocked the breath out of his lungs, and he had to fear he was going to fucking cum already. “S-sam,” you whispered, your hips bucking toward him in a loving grind, making him almost go cross-eyed. “Baby,” he whispered, breath quivering with his words. He slowly pulled his hips back, away from you, away form the grinds you gifted him; and holy fuck did it pain him to do so, especially when you whined his name again, lower lip wobbling just like it had done before. Sam gave you an almost soothing smile, one that was supposed to keep back the moans that were bubbling at the top of his throat. That first thrust would forever hold him in a chokehold – engraved in his brain, hammered in his heart. Oh, how your eyes rolled back and how your breasts bounced. He had even felt a quiver ripple through your thighs, so snuggly wrapped against his hips. He was fucking addicted in one stroke, forcing him to pull back, just to snap his hips forward again. His teeth were digging into his lower lip as he began to set a pace, blue eyes glued to your body, drowning in what his dick did to you. Your whole body seemed to react to him, your head thrown into the pillow as the pierced tip of his dick bullied forward, pushing deeper, deeper, deeper. You looked absolutely beautiful, and Sam forever fucking prayed that he would never forget that look on your face. That look that he caused. “You are so fucking- you are fucking- Yoba, fuck,” he started, eyes rolling as your walls squeezed him. Did you like that, huh? Liked being praised? Did that fucking douche dare not to praise you enough? Shit, he would praise you, promise. “You are fucking everything, baby- come on, touch me, baby. You can, let me feel those nails dig in my back.” His words seemed steady at the surface, but below there was a groan lingering, an animalistic sound of pleasure from the depths of his body. One he couldn’t keep in anymore when your eyes fluttered, those pretty orbs finding him, the look of sadness you had had being replaced by something more…primal and lustful. One that only grew louder when your nails did sink into his skin, scratching down along his spine. “That’s it, baby. Look so pretty, even prettier on my dick- hooo…fuck, you are squeezing me, baby. You like this? Yeah? You like my dick? Does it make you feel as good as you deserve, princess?” He panted, eyes slipping shut for just a moment, letting his instincts take over. Instincts to fuck you hard and deep, make you feel every. Damn. Inch. Of. His. Cock. He hadn’t even noticed that his thrust had gotten harder, fast, hard fucks of his cock deep inside of your pussy, making your body rut along the mattress, bed frame squeaking sounds of annoyed disagreement. But Sam didn’t care, the bed could break, he would buy you a new one, build it with his own two hands if you wanted him to, if you only kept looking at him like this – mouth open, eyes rolling and fluttering, but always with a dick-drunken look in them, a trail of spit on your chin as he pounded into you. He wanted to make you forget, wanted to make you feel as good as he did with his balls pulled tight and the thick vine on the underside of his cock throbbing, but he doubted he ever could, not when he felt like on cloud six and cloud nine, fuck that, whatever highest cloud there was, he was on that one.

“Sa-ham!” You squeaked, causing another groan to tear for him. He just had to. Just had to make sure you would have a reminder of this. His eyes wandered to the phone you had dropped only when he had started kissing you, tongue licking over your body as if he was set out to devour you, and now it was in his big hand. He looked at you, nodding at the phone, his hips stopping out of necessity – the blond tried to ignore the way his cock pulsed, the way your cunt squished and gushed, the sloppy wet having formed a creamed ring around his fat shaft. “Can I, baby? Gosh, you just look so pretty, look atcha…Want you to remember how good you can feel,” he rambled, licking over his lips, watching your face intently. You were panting, still in a daze, and yet there it was, a nod. Your thighs wrapped tighter around his hips, hands reaching up to grab his face and pull him into a kiss. Sam happily complied; he would have been stupid if he hadn’t. He grunted, shifting more of his weight on his forearms, adding some pressure on your body, just to make you feel a little closer. He needed it, and he hoped you enjoyed it, too, as your tongues clashed and bumped. Sam’s hips slowly began to resume their pace from before, heavy balls smacking against sloppy wet skin, cunt squelching whenever he drew back. “Gorgeous, wonderful girl. Ya deserve the world, baby. Gonna pick the stars from the sky for ya if ya want that,” he slurred, eyes watering with just how good your pussy felt. His fingers were fucking shaking as he pressed the camera button, pressing a small kiss against your lips before picking himself up just a little, allowing the camera to capture his cock pounding your pussy. Gosh, he was in love, with how you scratched him, how you moaned for him, how you snapped up your hips whenever he went especially hard – with you. “Good girl, good fucking girl, pussy taking me so well, holy fuuuuuck,” he panted. He felt the coils in his tummy twisting and turning, becoming tighter, threatening to snap, snap for you, ready to mark you up, cover the tracks of those who weren’t deserving. He was moaning your name quietly, the camera now lifted higher, trying to capture as much of your beauty as humanly possible, free hand groping your bouncing tit. “You are amazing, baby, hng- I am- oh fuck, you are going to make me cum if you keep squeezing me like that, princess.” His words were hissed through grit teeth, which was understandable with how close he was to the edge.

“You deserve the world, baby, deserve being pounded stupid by good dick every day, yeah? That’s it baby,” he cooed, hand leaving your tit to press his thumb against your throbby little clit, drinking in how your body twitched, back arching in, the moans that had fallen from your lips now mixing with mumbles of his name. That’s how he liked it, having you dumb on his cock, just how he was absolutely drunk on your pussy. “I can feel you squeezin’ me, babe. Gonna cum? Huh? Tell me. Look at me and tell me,” he ordered, whimpering at the way your nails dug deeper into his skin. Yet your eyes met, your head nodding. “Gonna-gonna cuuum! Oh FUCK, Sam!” You suddenly whined, your back snapping up again, an absolutely unholy whined sound escaping you. He knew he almost had you there, and he needed to bring you there – he was sure he would fucking die otherwise. “Yes, yes, yes, cum for me! Bless me like that, baby, please. Oh my Yoba, please cum for me, babygirl. Need you to drench me. Gonna do that for me? Are you? Pretty, pretty -fuhuuuck- pretty please,” he panted between harsh snaps of hips and quick flicks of his thumb, trying his best to hold back, trying not to pump you full just yet. Being begged like this did seem to do something to you, because it made you sob out his name as you were pushed over the edge, a wave of orgasmic bliss washing over you. Your toes curled as you pressed Sam against you, your legs locking him in as if you wanted to make sure he could not fucking escape you – as if he ever wanted that-, small begs and pleas leaving your kiss-bitten lips. Sam moaned in your ear, shamelessly so, kissing the shell as his hips sloppily fucked into you. If he had been precise before, he was nothing but humping you like a mere bitch in heat right now, kissing at your neck, your ear, whispering how good you were doing for him, desperately trying to keep the camera lifted steadily. “Made a mess on my cock, baby- ugh, so fuckin’ hot. I- shit, princess I am gonna fuckin’ fill you up, I am- mmpf-“ the last sound was drowned in the throaty moan that left poor Sam, the knot in his stomach finally snapping at a single word that left your lips: “please.” But who could blame him? It sounded so beggy, so whiny, so earnest. And shit, Sam would deliver.

He was left absolutely breathless as he came, nestled deep inside your squishy walls, ropes of cum filling your precious cunt. Poor Sam was shivering, phone shaking in his hand was he rutted, humping his cum deeper inside of you, hoping to fill you to the brim. Sam was just a man, after all, shamelessly milking himself with quick little thrusts, much softer than before. He could feel the world around him spinning, eyes watering again as he rutted, and rutted, and rutted, hoping to fuck a memory inside of you that you could hold onto. Only when he deemed himself drained did his hips slow, greedy Sam not able to bring himself to stop completely, even though he had nothing to give anymore. Until he saw your face. Lulled in the pillows, blissed smile on your spit-wet lips, eyes cross-eyed as you looked at where you connected. He had deemed it impossible, but his cock twitched, filling you with another rope of cum, bringing him close to sob. You were just perfect, weren’t you? Even in his fucked-out mind he was able to zoom in on your face, voice breathlessly whispering another praise. “You are absolutely perfect…Gosh, you are- you are the sun, baby. Fuckin’ hell.” It might not have made sense to you in that moment, but to him, it did. It always would. You were the sun and he was nothing like a mere moth, drawn to your light, ready to worship you, even if he would end up burnt in the end. A small smile tugged on his lips as he saved the video, panting still as he leaned down to kiss you. To his surprise, you kissed back again, your sweaty hands holding his cheeks affectionately. Hey, maybe he had fucked some of the pain away. And if not, he could always manage another round. Just for you, of course, sunshine.