#12 Days of Christmas

[drcaiman]

Him

[batterycityghoul]

12 Days of Horrormas: Day 7 - Terrifier 3

[snuggerudism]

GINGERBREAD COMPETITION | LUKE HUGHES

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warnings: one fem term used for reader

It starts when a gingerbread house kit catches your eye in a bakery while Christmas shopping in Hoboken.

The idea of you and Luke decorating them pops into your head, and next thing you know you’re grabbing two. You were both extremely competitive people, and seeing who could make the better gingerbread house was perfect for spending time together.

“Oh Lukey,” You call out in a singsong voice, arms full of bags. “A little help here.” You’re holding the door open with your leg. He’s quick to remove some bags from your arms, placing them on your dining room table.

“We’re gonna make gingerbread houses.” You raise your eyebrows, smirking.

“Sounds fun.” He leans down to kiss you, hands moving down to your waist.

“Thought we could see who decorates theirs better.” There's a gleam in your eye, your competitive nature coming through.

“Oh, you’re so on babe.” He laughs.

You immediately get to work, as does Luke. The houses were pre built, so all that had to be done was the decorations.

Letting your creative nature take over, you divided the frosting up in three separate bowls and grabbed some food coloring from your pantry.

You made red, green, and light pink, placing them into piping bags and cutting off the tips. Peeking at Luke, you see his tongue is half stuck out in concentration.

“No looking. Don’t want you getting ideas and cheating off mine.”

“Very funny.”

“Eyes on your own gingerbread house.”

You place the gumdrops on the roof as the finishing touches, just as Luke finishes.

“Perfect.” You take your phone out, snapping a picture of your finished work.

“How are we gonna decide whose house is better?”

“Haven’t thought of that, Lukey. Good question.”

“We can have Jack decide. I’ll text him pictures and won’t tell him which is which.”

“Fine with me.”

You wait for Jack to respond, making out to pass the time. There’s a ding, and Luke is picking up his phone. His face falls, and you smirk.

“Bow down to the Gingerbread house queen Lukey.”

[stayteezdreams]

Ghost of Christmas Past

Plot: Due to circumstances neither of you could control, you and your first love were forced apart, never to see each other again. Or so you thought. Until one Christmas, years later, when fate decided to cross your paths again.

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Gn!Reader *no specific age is mentioned but the reader and Hongjoong are referenced to be within the 26-29 age range.

Warnings: Shitty parents, mainly shitty father. Both on Hongjoong's side and readers side, but Hongjoong's father gets better in the end.

Words: 4.5k

With all the strength you had, you tried to pull yourself away from your father's grip. You needed to get to Hongjoong, you knew you couldn't stop them from taking him away, but you needed to try.

At the least, you needed to say goodbye. To tell him you loved him one more time.

Seeing him being forced into his father’s car, your chest ached painfully as tears poured from your eyes.

"Hongjoong!"

As Hongjoong struggled with the man forcing him out of his home, his head snapped in your direction at the sound of your voice.

You were trying to get away from your father, who was holding you back. Your eyes were desperate, as tears streamed down your face.

Hongjoong pushed the man in front of him as he called out to you. "Y/n!"

"Hongjoong!"

Almost getting away, but being pulled back again, he cursed at the man, "Let me go! Y/n!"

As Hongjoong was forced into the car, he pushed and kicked, calling out for you again and again. His eyes burned as his heart broke. The car sped away, and he could do nothing but press against the window as he got one last look at you as you finally slipped from your father’s grip and you ran after his car.

You chased after the car until your lungs burned and your legs gave out. Watching as it disappeared, taking Hongjoong with it. His desperate pleading eyes from the back window being the last time you saw him.

As your alarm blared, your eyes shot open, the memory of Hongjoong being torn away from you fading as you rubbed your eyes. A familiar ache sat in your chest as you let out a sigh and turned off your alarm.

Sitting up on your elbows you thought back on your dream, well, it was more of a memory. In your dreams a few things often changed, sometimes your mother was there, sometimes Hongjoong broke free from the bodyguard and ran towards you, but never reached you. Sometimes you caught up with the car, but Hongjoong was no longer inside.

This time, it was almost exactly as you remember, though it had been nearly ten years since it actually happened, so it was all a bit fuzzy, though the pain of the moment forever remained.

Climbing out of bed you wondered why you dreamt of it, of Hongjoong. Maybe because it was nearing Christmas. It was around this time of year that he was taken away. You had a lot of plans for that Christmas, but you were torn apart instead.

As you slowly made your way through your morning routine, you couldn't help but relive the past. Your dream bringing forward the familiar ache of heartbreak.

You and Hongjoong were like a modern-day Romeo and Juliet, with a little less death of course.

Your parents hated each other, well, your fathers hated each other, your mothers were just along for the ride.

You and Hongjoong were taught from a young age that you were rivals, enemies, that you were to never be in the same circle. But that didn't last long. The second the two of you were able to think for yourselves, you realized just how stupid their rivalry was. Based solely on business and money.

In Middle School, you and Hongjoong ended up bonding over your annoyance at your parents. It turned into a friendship, which turned into a relationship a short time later.

By the time you were in High School, you and Hongjoong were in love, planning to run away together as soon as you were old enough. To live your lives together, away from your father's control.

Your relationship was held a secret until your third year of High School, when one of your fathers’ colleagues saw you together on a date. Once your father found out, all hell broke loose. You were forced to change schools, but that didn't keep you apart.

So lost in their own rivalry and hatred for one another, Hongjoong's father, when learning that you two would not be easy to separate, and growing more irritated with your father’s anger, decided to send Hongjoong away to attend school abroad.

That was the day you lost him once and for all.

One day, Hongjoong and his friend Seonghwa went back to his house after school. They were blind-sided when they arrived, finding all of Hongjoong's possessions packed up.

After learning what was happening, Hongjoong told Seonghwa to come get you. He wasn't sure he would be able to stop his father from sending him away. But if he failed, he needed to see you, he needed you to know he wasn't giving in without a fight. That he didn't want to leave you. He knew it would be his father's intention to make you think he left you.

You tried to get to his house to see him in time, but your father chased after you, stopping you just before you got there. So, all you saw was Hongjoong being shoved into a car and whisked away to who knows where.

For months you hoped you would see him again, find out where he was so you could call him, write him a letter, anything to get in contact. But your father's made sure no information about Hongjoong got to you.

Eventually, your father made a deal with another company and got transferred to another city. So, your whole life was packed up, and whether you wanted to or not, you were forced to leave the one place Hongjoong would know where to find you.

You spent hours trying to find where he ended up. Finally contacting Seonghwa, but learning his father even kept him in the dark. So, you never found him. Eventually, as time passed, the heartbreak faded into a dull heaviness in your heart.

When you eventually moved back to Seoul on your own, you found yourself outside of Hongjoong's childhood home. You weren't sure what you were really doing there. Nothing good could come of it. But you thought, maybe, just maybe, Hongjoong might be there.

But he wasn't.

The man living there ended up coming out to see what you wanted after he saw you staring up at his house from the road. He informed you that the family that had lived there before had moved a few years earlier, to where he had no idea.

Without any hope left, you gave up on ever seeing Hongjoong again. But Hongjoong was, and would always be, your first love. And whether you knew it was there or not, the hope that you might cross paths again one day would remain with you forever.

You had been in relationships since then, but none ever lasted very long. Even though you were an adult now, and knew your relationship with Hongjoong was founded out of childhood friendship and bonding, you didn't ever doubt, had you not been separated, you would have been together forever.

Stirring your coffee, you smiled softly as you looked out at the cold winter sky. Ever since you moved back here after college you had been alone. Your father remained harsh and mean, your mother uncaring. So, you spent most Christmases alone.

A familiar sense of melancholy and loneliness rested in your chest as you finally shook yourself from your thoughts to get ready for the day. Getting dressed; your eyes kept drifting to a red scarf in your closet. Giving in, you pulled it from its hangar and wrapped it around your neck. You ran your hands over it as you smiled at the memory it came with.

A scarf given to you by Hongjoong during the first Christmas you were dating. Yours and Hongjoong's initials were embroidered onto the ends. You wondered if he still had the matching one, he got himself.

Did he still think of you? Did he try to find you?

You sighed as you allowed the melancholic nostalgia to take over, knowing it would sit with you all day, just as it always did when you thought of Hongjoong.

As Hongjoong walked down the once familiar streets of the city, he felt an odd sense of melancholy. Many of the buildings and shops he knew were changed or demolished. The faces he once saw every day were replaced by strangers.

Stopping by the park he used to frequent; he looked around with a nostalgic warmth washing over him. He smiled as he saw the snow-covered roses. The snow was sudden, catching everyone, even the flowers by surprise.

He wasn't sure why, but they reminded him of you.

Beautiful, bright, but repressed under something so cold.

A melancholic yearning filled his chest as he thought of you.

A couple years after he was sent abroad, his father began to relax in his stubbornness. Maybe it was because he was aging, or the way Hongjoong shut him out after he sent him away, but he started to regret hurting him.

After he saw how heartbroken Hongjoong was, how distant he became after he lost you, he finally saw he was wrong. He apologized for forcing the two of you apart. For forcing a petty rivalry that went too far onto the two of you.

As a way to make amends, Hongjoong was allowed to return home when he wished. But unfortunately for him, it was still too late. You were gone. Your father whisked you away one summer, moving you to another city, and ending the connected rivalry between your families.

By the time Hongjoong's father found out where you were moved too, another way to try and make amends, you were gone. You had moved out of your family’s home and gone off on your own to only God knew where.

As sad as this made Hongjoong, he was also glad. Glad you were able to escape, glad you were able to be brave enough to leave. You deserved to be free. He only wished you found happiness along the way, even if it meant he wasn't a part of it.

Recently, he got a job back here in his hometown. Even though his family moved out of his childhood home some years ago, the area still felt like home.

Though he had no idea where you ended up, he had a hope that one day he might run into you on the streets you used to stroll down together.

You might not have any feelings left for him, you might be in a relationship, you might even be married. But he still hoped that he would find you again, if only to learn that you were happy. That would be enough for him.

No matter who he dated or for how long, you seemed to be the only one who would ever hold his heart. And he knew it would remain with you forever.

As Hongjoong looked across the park, his breath caught. He must be imagining it. It must be because he was thinking of you so much that he imagined it.

Even with this thought, Hongjoong's legs moved without hesitation. The hair color, the height, the scarf, the scarf. His quickened pace turned into a run as the figure disappeared into the crowd of passerby’s.

Your name was on the tip of his tongue, desperate to be called out, but forced into silence out of doubt. His eyes darted from figure to figure, but you were nowhere in sight.

He let out a shaky sigh filled with an ache he didn't know he still held so deeply.

"Y/n." Your name left his lips like a fading dream he was desperate to cling to.

It wasn't you. It was just his imagination. You weren’t here.

Taking a few deep breaths as he tried to get rid of the painful ache in his chest, he crossed the road, aware his eyes were still searching for you, though he knew you weren't there.

Absentmindedly he grabbed onto the embroidered scarf around his neck, gripping the soft fabric tightly as he walked down the sidewalk. Not knowing that if he had just looked back one more time, a familiar face would be turning back at that exact moment.

A tingle on the back of your neck told you to look, though you weren't sure for what. You had the most peculiar sensation that there was someone behind you, someone you knew. You turned expecting to see a friend or coworker, someone whose familiar presence you sensed. But none of the faces behind you seemed familiar.

Furrowing your brow, your eyes cast over the people walking around you, your eyes lingering on one figure for a moment longer than the others.

Shaking your head and deciding it was nothing, you turned back and continued to head to work, forgetting about the feeling almost as quickly as it crept up.

No matter how hard he tried to distract himself, Hongjoong's thoughts kept finding their way back to you. So lost in these thoughts, he continuously zoned out instead of working.

Jumping as someone smacked his shoulder, his eyes met Seonghwa's as he chuckled. "Why are you so distracted today?”

Hongjoong sighed as he spun back and forth in his chair, "I thought I say Y/n earlier, but I think I just imagined it."

Seonghwa let out a soft sigh, the memory of the day you last saw each other passing through his mind. He was just an onlooker, a friend with no power to intervene, but the scene hurt him. He knew how in love the two of you were, seeing you forced apart stuck with him all these years. Ever since he and Hongjoong agreed to work together here in their hometown, he knew Hongjoong had been looking for you.

He wished he knew where you ended up, but it was a mystery to him as well. "Are you sure you imagined it?"

Hongjoong leaned his head back, "I think so. I was thinking about them right before it happened. And I didn't see their face, I think they just reminded me of Y/n."

Seonghwa nodded softly as he gently patted Hongjoong's knee, "You're still in love with them, aren't you?"

Hongjoong looked back at Seonghwa and nodded, "We never had an ending. We were forced apart, the pain of that never allowed the feelings to die naturally. I can't help but hold onto them."

"Who knows, maybe Y/n will make their way back home one day. You did." Seonghwa said somewhat passively, not sure if the comment would help or not. He turned back to his own work, leaving Hongjoong to wonder if you hadn't already returned.

You stretched as you finally finished work, looking out at the soft falling snow. Taking out your phone to order an Uber, you hesitated before putting your phone back in your pocket. You would walk home. A walk in the snow might do you some good.

Your feet took you down a once familiar path as you set your eyes on the park you used to frequent. The slide and swings were covered in snow, no children in sight. It was out of the way, the opposite direction of where you lived, but you frequented this path on purpose many times. Just to remind yourself of the past.

The sky was a dark grey, the sun hidden behind sheets of clouds and snow. Kicking the snow from one of the swings, you sat down, swaying gently as you looked around the park.

You and Hongjoong had come here often in the past, it was your hide out spot to be together in secret. Youd bring snacks and stare up at the sky for hours.

'Why am I thinking about him so much today?'

You had an odd feeling in your gut ever since you had woken up from your dream this morning. Assuming it would fade you continued on with your day, but it only got heavier. Did something happen to him? Was your connection still so deep that you felt it?

Your wandering thoughts caused the pit in your gut to grow as you began making yourself worry about something you couldn't know the answer to. Sighing as you looked around, your eyes paused on the snow-covered roses. You smiled at the sight, finding it both sad and beautiful.

Hearing footsteps crunching in the snow, you began to look for the source of the sound, your heart leaping as a voice called out right as you spotted the person approaching you.

"Y/n."

He hadn't imagined it, it was you.

After work, Hongjoong declined Seonghwa's offer for a ride home, deciding he wanted to walk back home for some reason.

Wanting to walk through the park again, maybe to bring back some fond memories of you. The last thing he was expecting was to actually see you.

But there you were, sitting on the same swings the two of you used to frequent years ago. Your scarf wrapped tightly around your neck as you swayed gently back and forth.

As he approached you, his heart was pounding so heavily he feared it might stop all together. You were older, obviously, but he could tell it was you from a mile away. You were the same, you were Y/n, his Y/n.

Your name left his mouth like an unspoken secret desperate to be told. "Y/n."

How was it possible? How could he be here? Right now, at the same time as you? Was it really him? Of course it was, he looked the same. It couldn't be anyone else.

"Hongjoong?" His name was barely audible, but just loud enough that the sound of it made his heart jolt painfully in his chest. He had dreamt of hearing you say his name again for so long.

Suddenly, standing from the swing, your heart was beating wildly as your stomach fluttered nervously. The two of you stared at each other, as if afraid you might disappear with the slightest movement.

"How- Why are you- What?" Your voice was bewildered as you tried to put together what was happening.

Was this why you were thinking of him so much today? Could you feel that he was close by? That he was here. Was that even possible?

He took a tentative step towards you, his breath shaky. "I thought I saw you earlier today, but I convinced myself I imagined it, but you're here. You're right here."

He seemed just as perplexed as you, as if seeing you was the last thing he expected, but far from the last thing he wanted.

Thinking back to earlier in the day when you felt as though someone was looking at you, you wondered if that was what you felt. Had he been so close without you knowing?

"How long have you been back?"

You asked, nervously filling the silence as a thousand questions and words filled your brain.

"A couple weeks. You?"

"A few years."

He let out a sigh, he should have come back sooner.

His eyes scanned over you as familiar emotions washed over him again. He let out a soft chuckle as he couldn't help but grin. He met your eyes, and you saw them shining a bit brighter as so many emotions passed through them.

"You look good. Are you? Doing good, I mean?"

You nodded softly, letting a smile form on your face as well. "I'm..." you hesitated, even after all this time you felt like you couldn't lie to him, you never could. But you should. This wasn't the same anymore, was it? "I'm good."

Hongjoong's heart dropped at this. The tone of your voice so familiar to the childhood sweetheart that hid all their hardships as to not worry him.

His smile turned sad as he walked closer to you, stopping a few feet away. "Liar."

Taken aback by the sudden familiarity of his reaction you let out a sharp chuckle before covering your mouth. His smile turned into a grin again as his heart fluttered. Your smile was something he feared he would never see again.

Before you could speak, his arms were suddenly engulfing you. You caught your breath as you froze in his embrace.

As the smell of his cologne washed over you, you felt a familiar warmth and comfort you had long since forgotten.

"I missed you." His voice was soft, but burdened with emotions you felt the familiar sting of.

It had been ten years, but he still felt like home.

Slowly, you wrapped your arms around him, tears stinging your eyes as you whispered back. "I missed you too."

Hongjoong felt a heavy weight in his chest disappear as he tightened his arms around you. He finally found you again, he finally found his way home.

You weren't sure how long you stood there in each other's arms before you finally pulled away from each other. You swallowed nervously as he stared at you, studying your features.

He placed his gloved hands on your cheeks as he wiped away a stray tear. "We have so much to talk about."

You nodded in agreement, excited that so many questions could finally be answered.

"I have a question first though." He said softly and you rose your brow. "You aren't dating anyone are you?"

You paused for a second before you laughed. That was not what you were expecting his first question to be. You shook your head. "No, I'm not."

He grinned, a familiar mischievous twinkle you used to swoon over. "Good." Taking your hand in his he squeezed it before he met your eyes again. "Come with me."

Taking the lead, he led you out of the park and down the street. Even though you didn't know where he was taking you, you didn't care. In the past you would have let him lead you to hell and gladly follow him, and you learned quickly, those feelings hadn't really changed at all.

Sitting at Hongjoong's kitchen counter, you held your hand up, "Okay so, basically, your dad felt bad about what he did and let you come back home, but by then I was gone. Then, he tried to find me, and when he did, I was already gone again. And then by the time I came back here, you had left again??"

Hongjoong nodded and you let out a soft sigh as you spun your mug of cocoa around in your hands. "I wonder how many other times we missed each other that we don't know about." You mumbled and Hongjoong huffed softly as he sat back down in the chair beside you.

“Considering what happened today, probably a lot.”

You chuckled, "It's like fate was playing with us."

As you took a sip of your drink, Hongjoong admired you. You were still you, he was still him, it still felt the same, though the feelings in his heart weren't so childish anymore.

You and Hongjoong had spent the last couple of hours talking about what happened since the day he was sent away. And just as quickly as you met again, any awkwardness between you seemed to fade away.

Leaning back in your chair you let out a soft sigh, "I'm glad your father changed. He always seemed to love you but had such a weird way of holding it against you."

Hongjoong nodded with a soft smile, glad too, that his relationship with his father had changed for the better. He couldn’t help but wonder how he would react to learning the two of you had been reunited.

"What about your father? What's he like now?"

You shrugged, "No idea. When I chose to go to university for what I wanted instead of what he wanted, he basically disowned me. The last time I talked to him was about a year ago, and all he said to me was 'Don't spend all your time with friends, do your job since you were so determined to leave for it.'" You scoffed after you mimicked your dad’s tone.

Hongjoong frowned at this, "And your mother?"

"She texts me occasionally asking how I am, but I don't know how much she actually cares. I was in the hospital a couple months ago and when I told her she just told me to be careful not to miss too much work."

Hongjoong sat up quicky, "You were in the hospital, why? What happened? Are you okay now?"

You stared at him with mild shock before you laughed and waved your hands, "I'm fine! I just had a really bad fever and passed out at work."

His eyes widened even more, "'You just had a fever and passed out'? 'Just?!' That's not fine!"

You laughed again before you felt a sudden wave of emotion causing you to look away from him. You giggled softly, and Hongjoong heard a hint of sadness behind it.

"You needed me, and I wasn't here."

You looked back at him with a questioning gaze, and he looked at you with a sense of guilt.

"I was the only one who made sure you took care of yourself. You always get so caught up in what you are doing and trying to be what your parents told you to be, that you forget about your own health. And your parents still don't give a damn. You needed me, I'm sorry."

You tilted your head as you smiled softly at him, "It wasn't your fault Hongjoong. And besides, it was just one bad moment. I'm a lot better at taking care of myself, you'd be proud of me!"

His frown became a smile at this. Reaching out he gently caressed your face. "I am. I'm proud that you didn't let them tear you down. That you didn't give into your father's wishes. That you took your own path even if you were alone on it."

Turning in his chair so he was facing you, he gently grabbed your legs and turned you to face him as well.

"But you aren't alone anymore. I'm here now. And if you want me, I'll stay. I'll be by your side again. There's nothing that could take me away from you now."

Memories of Hongjoong leaving flashed through your mind. Mixtures of hurt, relief, heartbreak and joy washing over you.

"Of course I want that Hongjoong. You were my first love, my home, and those feelings never went anywhere. They were still here, in my heart. They were just staying dormant until we found each other again."

He cupped your face again as he smiled, his voice was a soft whisper "My first love. My only love. I'll stay with you forever this time."

You felt tightness in your chest as your eyes brimmed with tears. "Promise?"

Leaning closer, he nodded softly as he whispered "I promise" just before his lips met yours in a kiss both of you had been waiting ten years for.

No matter how long you would have had to wait, ten years, twenty, fifty, your heart would always belong to Hongjoong. Even if the wait was painful and long, fate was kind enough to bring you back together. And nothing would separate you again.

xx End xx

I'm pretty happy with how this one came out, even if I couldn't get it down exactly how I wanted.

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DAY 8: Eight Maids a-Milking

☃️ Office Party☃️

Tags: [mlw][semi-public][implied age gap][costume][oral (m receiving)][squirting][creampie][mdni][there's a position but idk the name but I'll leave a visual representation at the bottom (w/ stickmen)][praise]

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An office party has always been a nightmare, especially since you're almost always an elf. Plasticky, pointy ears that poke out from between your strands and a dark green dress that ends just above your knees, brushing against your striped pantyhose.

You continue to chat with coworkers, entertaining potential clients before you do a double take, lips parting with a breath and lashes fluttering just before your eyes widen to the size of saucers, at the sight of the actual office hottie.

Nanami fucking Kento, dressed as Santa Claus.

"Don't say anything." Kento grumbles, raising a whiskey tumbler to his lips, brown liquid sloshing around the crystal amongst the ice cubes and he takes a sip, expression visibly easing at the way the taste spreads across the softness of his pink tongue.

"No no, I was just gonna say that you look like... A real Santa." You hum, munching on the cookie in your hand, the taste of chocolate and ginger mixing in your mouth. "You know, after he delivers all the presents and he's all tired and pissed off."

Kento rolls his eyes behind his glasses, before glancing towards the various faces, familiar, with faux grins and haughty laughs slipping past pinched lips, eager to appease clients and rack in sales.

In all honesty, you don't even know what kind of company it is.

You're just a receptionist and you don't care enough to learn about what you have to do, only helping clients, taking calls and booking appointments.

Your eyes move towards the heavy, red bag resting at Kento's feet.

God. He's even got the big, red sack of presents.

"What's in your sack?" You hum quizzically, eyes trained on the bag as you tilt your head, trying to focus on the various outlines in the bag.

"Cum."

You sputter, coughing as crumbs spew from your lips, and Kento's hand smacks the space between your shoulder blades lightly, the corners of his mouth twitching in amusement as he tries not to laugh at your reaction.

And Kento's hand brushes along your back, up across your shoulder blades before travelling down the curve of your back, tracing the dip in your spine before he cranes his neck to meet your gaze.

His cologne is so soft.

A subtle hint of sandalwood and mint, a heady scent that you just know that being bathed in it would give you a headache and you can imagine that full Nelson with full heart. Especially when encapsulated with his musk.

Oh GOD.

Kento's voice is soft, a faint lingering of spearmint toothpaste lingering on his breath.

"You okay, pretty?"

Your knees dig into the lush carpet, candy-striped pantyhose damp from your leay pussy, as Kento keeps feeding you cock. Inch by inch, one hand resting under your jaw and the other tangled in your hair, blunt fingernails scratching at your scalp as you suck on his tip, your head bobbing.

Bleary eyes stare up at Kento, lashes fluttering as his flushed crown nudges at the back of your throat, and your nails dig into his thighs as you try to keep yourself from gagging.

Nanami's hand leaves your jaw, instead, carding through his sandy strands, moving the stray hairs away from his forehead and he hums, a low rumble in his chest.

"...it's okay, baby, you can choke on it."

His voice is gentle, a soft symphony that leaves his parted lips, alongside puffed out breaths and low groans, quiet enough to not be heard from outside the office door.

This isn't something Kento does.

Dicking around with a receptionist in his boss's office, paperwork scattered haphazardly along the mahogany desk, broad thighs still clad in that ridiculously red pants, manspread wide enough for you to kneel between his booted feet.

But you're so pretty though.

With pretty doe eyes that stare up at him intensely whenever he explains something to you, and rosy lips that make Kento Nanami question whether or not baked goods are the only kind of buns he wants in his mouth. And that's not even mentioning when the water dispenser malfunctioned, spraying cool spring water all over the front of your blouse, soaking the fabric and causing it to cling to your form, nipples pebbled under the scrutinizing breeze of the AC.

And Kento believed in God when you instantly walked towards him, eager and innocent enough to believe he wouldn't look at those pretty tits when he had the opportunity on a silver platter.

Kento's brought out of his reverie when you gag, the ball of your nose flush against that sandy carpet of hair, soft and... Oddly pleasant scented and Kento groans, lashes fluttering as your tongue traces along his shaft, lazily and messily. Thick globs of saliva trickle down your chin messily and Kento pulls out of your mouth with a wet 'pop', a pudgy thumb gently wiping away the spit, before slowly tracing along your bottom lip.

"So fucking pretty." Kento's voice is low, a quiet whisper only to be shared between the two of you, in this office, three glass windows giving you a view of the snow blanketed city below. Pedestrians look like ants from here, but you're not focused on them.

You're focused on Kento.

Pretty Kento, tapping his flushed and glistening, spittle-covered cock on your face, watching and enjoying the lewd tap-tap-tap against your cheeks.

When Kento slowly slips into you, the moan that falls from your lips makes his eyes roll back and he hums, slowly inching himself into you.

"Fuck, you're so tight."

Kento breathes out, lashes fluttering as he presses a kiss to the curve of your neck, grip tight on the backs of your thighs before he straightens up.

Carefully, Kento lifts you, his cock twitching against your fluttering and gooey walls, hands gripping the backs of your knees, and your feet hover above the carpet.

His cock bullies its way into your gummy walls, the rosy tip bumping against your cervix and your back arches against his chest. And your lashes flutter.

"...fuck..— you're so tight." Kento breathes out, his face buried in the side of your neck, breathing in that scent of cookies and perfume. That distinct floral scent that he could recognise in a crowded room.

"...'s big."

You whine quietly when Kento lifts you a bit, his tip remaining buried in your spasming and leaky cunt, before he fucks you up and down on his cock. His muscular hips tilt to meet yours, the fat of your ass cushioning the harshness of his thrusts and Kento sighs.

"Play with that pussy, baby." He hums. "Play with it."

He forces your gaze to the shaky reflection in the crystal clear windows, the nightsky creating a perfect mirror for him to watch as your shaky hands toy with your swollen clit, throbbing for affection and attention.

You don't know how long it is, how many strokes it is but with each bullying thrust of his hips, you feel that knot in your lower belly tighten, muscles tense and your tongue lolling lazily because he's so nasty. Spit and precum fucking into your already messy cunt, profanities muttered under his breath because you're just so so wet.

"Fuck—" you gasp, "you're gonna make me cum, Nanami..."

Your stomach dips inward as he keeps fucking up into you, but you're too dazed to even notice when Kento has your back pressed against the redwood desk, scattered pages fluttering to the floor as Kento's hands anchor your hips to the desk.

As he fucks into you, bullying your cervix and that pinch behind your stomach deepens, your eyes rolling back in your head and you gush, soaking Kento's Santa suit from the waist down to his thighs. And he groans.

"That's it, baby. Squirt for me."

Kento whines, hips pistoning and snapping into you, watching the way your pussy lips are split open, spasming around his cock.

Abs clench and his face is pinched into a tight little frown, an adorable furrow in his blonde brows and Kento lets out a huff of breath.

You're tight. Choking his cock in a way that has him in a tizzy, doe eyes staring up at him so sweetly and your pussy flutters each time he drags his cock against your sensitive walls.

Kento doesn't even know he's cumming until his hips are stuttering, stalling like a car on its last breath and he leans forward, your thighs spread obscenely wide as he rests his forehead against your shoulder.

Pressing a sloppy kiss against the curve of your neck.

"There..." He breathes, panting out as he tries to catch his breath, cum dripping down the crease of your ass and undoubtedly leaving messy splatters on the burgundy carpets.

"Now you know what's in Santa's sack."

❄️🎀❄️

this is the position. Like... The legs over the arms, like, at the elbows and like....

Do you see the vision?

[sofya-fanfics]

A Gift From Santa

Fandom : Ranma ½

Relationship : Ranma x Akane

My 2024 12 Days of Christmas Challenge contribution for the prompt : Present.

I’m sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.

Summary : “You are very pretty with those hair clips,” Kasumi said.

Akane smiled at her sister and touched one of the star-shaped hair clips.

“Thank you. It's a gift from Santa.”

She glanced at Ranma and blushed.

Disclaimer : Ranma 1/2 belongs to Rumiko Takahashi.

@12daysofchristmas

AO3 / FF.NET

Ranma was pacing in front of Akane's bedroom. He put a gift package in front of the door but picked it up right away. He had been doing this all night long. Every time he was about to knock on her door, he changed his mind and turned around. Luckily no one saw him. Especially Nabiki who would ask him for more money to keep quiet.

He went back to his bedroom. Genma was fast asleep in his panda form. Ranma sat on his futon and looked at the gift package he had put in front of him. He had bought it a few days ago and he only had a little time left to give it to Akane.

Two weeks ago, when Kasumi had asked them to do some shopping, Akane had stopped in front of a store. She looked longingly at two star-shaped hair clips that were decorated with pink paste. It shone brightly in the light. Akane sighed as she looked at the price and mumbled : “too bad”. She had not said anything else as she left to continue shopping. Ranma watched her walking away and look at the price of the hair clips. He grimaced. He had thought that it would have been the perfect gift for Akane, but he could not buy them.

When he got back to the dojo, he locked himself in his bedroom and took the box where he hid his savings. It was a little money he had managed to save and that he had hidden so his father and Happosai would not find it. If they ever got their hands on it, they would rush to spend it all. He counted the few bills that were in it. As he thought, it was not enough to buy the hair clips. He knew what he had to do. He had to ask Nabiki for money. She accepted in exchange for interest. Ranma knew that he has had it. There was nothing worse than owing Nabiki money. But he wanted to give Akane this gift. And now that it was Christmas time, he did not dare give it to her.

He ran his hands through his hair angrily and growled in annoyance. Genma rolled over abruptly, but he did not wake up. Ranma stood up. This time, he would give her his gift. And there was only one way for no one to see him.

He went out into the garden and jumped onto a branch of the tree in front of Akane's window. He managed to open it and he entered the bedroom without making a sound. He heard small squeals. Ranma frowned. Of course, Ryoga was there. Sometimes, he could not bear seeing him turn into a little pig to stay in Akane's bed. Ranma wondered how he managed to keep his mouth shut and not reveal anything to her. Because even if they were rivals, they were still friends, a little voice in his head said every time. Ryoga squealed louder.

“Shut up, you idiot ! You'll wake up Akane.”

Ryoga jumped on him and bit his hand. Ranma stopped himself from screaming in pain. He shook his hand violently, throwing Ryoga who bounced off the wall and landed on the bed. Akane rolled over at the same time and squashed the little pig with all her weight. Ryoga tried to free himself, but could not. Ranma laughed and gave him a dirty look.

“Serves you right,” he said.

He put the gift on the nightstand. He looked at Akane one last time and smiled. He climbed onto the windowsill and jumped into the garden.

******

The next morning, the whole family was gathered around the table to have breakfast. Akane arrived with Ryoga, or rather P-chan, in her arms. She sat down and Kasumi handed her a bowl of rice.

“You are very pretty with those hair clips.”

Akane smiled at her sister and touched one of the star-shaped hair clips.

“Thank you. It's a gift from Santa.”

Kasumi looked at her, surprised, but did not ask for more explanation. Akane glanced at Ranma and blushed. She turned her attention back to her breakfast. Ranma blushed as well and he could not help thinking that she was really pretty with her hair clips.

The end

[thecreatorsvessel]

12 days of Christmas (Pressure Edition)

(feel free to sing along haha)

[sturniololuv08]

On The Seventh Day Of Nickmas...

Day 7 of Juno's 12 Days Of Nickmas (Day 6 does not exist)

Jared hardly texted Nick all day yesterday. He wanted to but he just wanted to get his work done so he didn't have anything creeping up on him closer to Christmas. Christmas was in four days, and he had everything done, so he was finally able to reach out, but he didn't. Something stopped him every time he had his phone in his hands. He saw Nick posting on Snapchat and even did a TikTok with his brothers. He watched the TikTok on a loop seeing how happy Nick looked. He didn't want to disturb his best friend's peace but wanted to see him, badly. He couldn't explain what the feeling was, but he felt it when he watched Nick being driven away in the cab two days ago. He felt it when he saw him dancing silly with Chris and Matt. He felt it every time he was about to send a simple 'hey' text. He felt it the night in the car when they were filming. It was in his chest. He noticed that he was looking at it too eagerly every time his phone binged with a notification.

Vvvmp.

He grabbed his phone, and instantly, his chest was pounding. It was Nick asking to hang out. Jared's thumbs were quick to type out an acceptance text. Nick started calling.

"Hey." Jared felt his lungs tightening as he answered.

"Hey, Matt is gonna pick you up in 10 minutes. Can you be ready?" Nick was being a little more assertive than usual.

"Ugh, fuck. Yeah." Jared started frantically looking for some shoes.

"Wear something for outside." Before Jared could ask why, the phone clicked off.

"Outside?" Jared contorted his face. He looked around and found a light jacket and some Doc Martin boots, with his jeans tucked in behind the laces. Matt arrived in precisely 10 minutes.

"Hey." He said, and Jared slid in.

"Any idea what -"

"Uh, uh. I'm not allowed to say nothing." Matt shook his head from side to side.

"Well, fuck you too, then." Jared and he chuckled as Matt started driving them to their place. As the buildings and trees blurred past outside, Jared just kept thinking about the Space Camp advertisement. He wondered what happened to those photos. Were they scrapped, or were they going to appear online somewhere? They pulled into the underground garage and stepped out. Jared went into their little house like it was his own and started up the stairs past Chris' bedroom door.

"I'm just saying you look weird." Jared heard Chris mumbled.

"Nick?" He made his presence known. Nick spun around, and Jared realized what Chris was talking about. Nick was wearing Timberlands, probably Matt's, black jeans with suspenders that ran up past a red and black plaid long sleeve. He looked warm in the face from being inside the house. "What -?" Jared halted his speech when he saw Nick holding a small axe.

"I wanted to surprise you." Nick smiled as his plan finally unfolded.

"By chopping my arm off?" Jared stood awkwardly in the kitchen.

"Told you," Chris yelled as he went down the stairs past Jared.

"We are going to go pick out a Christmas tree." Nick tossed the axe around carelessly.

"Woah. Careful with that." Matt said dramatically as he confiscated the semi-sharp object.

"Nick, we live in LA." Jared didn't want to ruin his plans, but LA wasn't exactly the place to host chop-your-own Christmas trees.

"I found a place!" Nick pulled out his phone. "It's a drive, but you can chop your own tree down." He walked over to show Jared his findings. Jared looked at the phone briefly and then at Nick. His eyes were swirling with excitement.

"Let's do it." Jared was used to being Nick's partner in crime.

"Yes." Nick held out the 's'.

"Is it just us?" Jared glanced over at Matt on the couch. He shrugged and tossed the glance toward Nick.

"We can all go." Nick was fine with making it a group trip. He wouldn't mind alone time with Jared, but cutting down a tree and carrying it wasn't the alone time he wanted. They were only apart for one day, and Nick went crazy when he wasn't kept busy. He re-watched the car video they created and came to the conclusion he wished the timer hadn't gone off. Laura emailed him a sneak peek of the photo shoot, and the ones with Jared were undoubtedly the best photos. One, because they were relaxed and natural, but two, because the chemistry was undeniable. To make sure he didn't constantly think about their shared moments over the past week, Nick sent snap chats to provoke fan reactions. He forced Matt and Chris to make TikToks with him. He even went as far as to clean his room just to keep pushing the thoughts down. It worked until Jared was standing here in front of him again. Everything was immediately back.

"I'll get Chris." Jared went back down the stairs to see if Chris was up for the adventure. As he descended, he heard Matt and Nick talking in hushed tones.

"It's not too much," Matt reassured.

"Okay. Good." Nick's voice was growing confident. Jared helped Chris pick out a quick outfit, and they went to the car. Matt was already in the driver's seat, waiting. Jared slipped into the back seat, with the middle space between him and Nick. "Here." Nick handed Matt his phone back with the directions pulled up.

"A fucking hour?" Matt turned around to look in the back seat.

"It was the closest one." Nick shrugged like it didn't matter.

"An hour for a tree is crazy, Nick." Chris turned back, too.

"It's not just a tree." Nick fought his case. "It's tradition." He whispered, evoking giggles from Chris and Matt. Given their shared talk, Jared knew this was for him, but he didn't understand why Nick was pushing so hard for it to happen.

"Okay. But you owe me gas money." Matt started reversing out of the garage. The hour-long drive to the tree farm wasn't horrible. They all just talked about random things and passed the aux chord around. Jared was the only person vibing to Nick's music, but Matt was the only person vibing to Chris' rap; it made it fair. Eventually, they drove past an old wooden sign that read 'Wickerd Farm.'

"This is so pretty." Jared saw all the green pines plotted in perfect rows.

"Don't you think it's kind of sad that they grow trees to slaughter them?" Chris asked monotone. Nick gasped.

"I wouldn't exactly call it slaughter." Matt laughed as he turned to park.

"Are you okay, Chris? Do you need to talk to someone?" Jared questioned jokingly.

"Think about it." He urged for everyone to see his point.

"I'm good." Matt declined.

After some silence, Jared broke it: "And then we decorate their corpses," he added to Chris' vision.

"Oh my God. Stop." Nick shivered, hating the thought. Jared grabbed his hand off of his chest and smiled at him. Once the car was fully stopped, Jared dropped Nick's hand to get out on the opposite side of the car.

"Where do we start?" Matt looked at his older brother for guidance on his plan. Nick had no idea.

"I don't know. We've never cut down our own tree in LA." Jared looked around and saw a little kiosk to pay at.

"This way." The pack followed him. After waiting behind a few families, it was their turn.

"Small, medium, or large?" The woman asked.

"Medium?" Nick hesitated.

"And a small one," Matt added. "What? I want one for my room." He shrugged with his hands in his pockets.

"Twenty-five dollars." Nick paid, and they all started walking through the green aisle.

"So what makes the perfect tree?" Chris asked, brushing his hand over the prickly pines.

"Mainly, it just depends on how many decorations you are trying to put on it." Jared was examining one roughly a foot taller than himself. The smell of wood and pine was floating around.

"Are we decorating it?" Chris was unaware that it was part of the plan that day.

"No, we don't have to." Nick started.

"What?" Jared looked disappointed.

"I mean, we can." Nick gave him an inquisitive look.

"What about this one?" Matt stole everyone's attention. He was wrapping his arms around a tree way taller than any of them.

"Would that even fit in the house?" Nick asked.

"Forget the house, what about the car?" Chris examined it further.

"Nick, come look at this one." Jared stole his friend from his brothers. Matt and Chris debate the large tree while Nick and Jared inspect his choice. The air was starting to become heavy in their lungs.

"Definitely a good size." He touched the bristles. "It feels nice. Kind of soft." He wasn't a fan of getting stabbed by a tree.

"I think it's perfect." Nick looked up to see Jared looking down at him.

"You think so?" Nick asked, standing up a little straighter.

"I know it is." Jared's hand absentmindedly played with a branch.

"Then we'll get this one," Nick nodded in approval. "Guys, we are getting this one," Nick hollered to Matt and Chris, who were still heavily debating the other tree. They walked over to see the tree they lacked a say in.

"It's okay." Matt scoffed. Nick smacked him in the chest.

"Jared picked it out. And this was Jared's surprise so he has final say." Nick handed Matt the saw they picked up out of the bin by the kiosk.

"Oh, I have to cut it down."

"I wasn't gonna do it." Nick folded his arms—not pouty but in an in-charge way. Matt rolled his eyes, and Chris lifted up the bottom branches so he could see where he was cutting. While they sawed the tree down, Jared and Nick stood chuckling and watching.

"All this for me?" Jared questioned softly.

"Yeah. I remember you saying you missed this. I'm sure this," he motioned to Chris and Matt, fumbling and bickering, "isn't like when you'd go with your family, but it's something." Nick felt like his surprise was a success. It wasn't like when Jared would go with his family. It was different and new but he loved that it was with his best friends.

"It's perfect." Jared looked down at Nick as he was watching his brothers having their dispute. As Jared watched Nick smiling, he couldn't help but notice how vulnerable the brown-haired boy was being with him. Once the tree was cut all the way through Nick opted to help carry it to the car. His excuse for finally wanting to help was that it would complete his look. Jared felt bad he didn't do anything other than choose the tree but no one seemed bothered by it. As Chris strapped the tree tightly to the roof of the car and Matt picked out his smaller tree by himself, Jared and Nick were in the backseat, trying to get warm. "Come here." He grabbed Nick's hands in his own and breathed on them.

"Germs," Nick said appalled.

"Shut up." Jared rolled his eyes and pulled Nick closer to him. "You are a pain in the ass, you know that?" He asked him. Nick situated himself to be leaning up on Jared a little more.

"So are you." Nick countered.

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Fine, we both are." Jared let him win. Nick didn't respond. He was in his head, thinking about the next right thing to say. Jared took the opportunity and spoke again. "Thank you for all of this." Nick shifted to look at Jared.

"You are my best friend." Nick wanted to tell him everything he was feeling. This moment screamed perfect, but for fear of losing Jared as his best friend, he said nothing more than that.

Taglist: @trevorsgodmother @strnilolover @chrissbug333 @kirby0strombolli @abbilmao @ksturnz @thenickgirl (BESTIIEEE)

[pareidoliaonthemove]

Alan: So about the song ‘12 Days of Christmas’

Alan: When it has the bit about how “Six Geese are laying Five Golden Rings”.

Alan: Is that, six geese are laying five golden rings each, or do five of the geese each lay a golden ring, and the last one is like, ‘damn, just another golden egg’?

Scott: …

John: …

Virgil: …

Gordon: …

Scott: Wow. Um. I never considered…

John: I’ll look it up. There’s got to be a reference to it somewhere.

Grandma: …

Grandma: Anndddd, that’s enough eggnog for you boys.

Notes:

Conversations I have had with a six year old … (Send Eggnog!)

[fredlikesbreakfast]

11 pipers. and they're piping.

it's parching time baybee

[thereweredragonshere]

On the tenth day of Snoggletog my true love gave to me, ten Light Furies a-leaping

Nine Large Shadow Wings dancing

Eight Moldruffles a-milking

Seven Skrills a-swimming

Six Gronckles a-laying

Five Grim Gnashers

Four Cavern Crashers

Three Flightmares

Two Terrible Terrors

And a Prickleboggle in a pear tree

12 days of Snoggletog - day 10

[batterycityghoul]

12 Days of Horrormas: Day 9 - Gremlins

[snuggerudism]

SKATING AROUND | MATHEW BARZAL

event masterlist

warnings: none

In all of your years of dating Mat, you had somehow never gone skating. You weren’t the biggest fan, not wanting to embarrass yourself on the ice because you had absolutely no idea how to skate.

This leaves you in your current situation, because Mat had planned a date to go ice skating. He was so excited, and you couldn’t say no.

You were going to thoroughly embarrass yourself in front of your boyfriend.

“Babe, it’s really cold out. We should go bowling instead.” You try to convince him, and feel terrible about attempting to do so.

“That’s the best part baby. The ice will be so good.” He grabs your hand, sitting you down so he can tie your skates.

He’s the first one on the ice, holding his hand out so that you could step on it.

You’re gripping Matt’s hand, not moving your feet and letting him pull you around. “Don’t let go of me Mat.”

“I won’t let go. But you know, you have to move your feet?”

“I don’t know how to skate.” You whisper.

“I didn’t hear you.”

“Mat, I don’t know how to skate.” You look up at him. His eyes go wide.

“We-What? We’ve been together for five years and you-“

“Yes, I never learned.”

“Oh my god. Well, you’re learning, so that you can come to family skate this year.”

“Mat-“

“No if’s, ands, or buts, baby.” He interrupts you, reaching out his other hand and lacing his gloved hand through yours.

“We’re just gonna glide first, get you used to the feeling of things.” He smiles at you, meeting your eyes.

You chat about your days, and he successfully distracts you from the outside world.

“You’re doing so good,” He encourages. “You’re gonna be a pro in no time baby.”

[stayteezdreams]

Peppermint Kiss

Plot: When you take the advice of Minghao's friends to force him to look at your friendship differently, you accidentally initiate a game of cat and mouse.

Pairing: Xu Minghao | The8 x Gn!Reader (Friends to Lovers)

Warnings: Stalking mentioned once as a passive joke.

A/n's: I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. I honestly had no ideas going into this, just a very vague idea of wanting to use mistletoe and peppermint. So this is what came from that lol I did end up rewriting the entire second half because I didn't like the first version and was getting major writers block. So, I hope you like this, I'm not sure I do. I couldn't get it out in a way I wanted. Thats what I get for not coming up with an actual plot before I had to write it.

Words: ~2.8k

You and Minghao had a thing, not a situation-ship, as there was nothing actually going on between you. But there was definitely something there. What it might become and when, you had no idea.

He flirted, you flirted back, he was snarky, you were snarky back, someone insulted you, he insulted them tenfold. When you were hurt or alone, he was there. When he was angry or upset, he came to you to find peace.

You were two different sides to the same coin, two different locks on the same door. Always close, but never more.

It was obvious to you that you had feelings for Minghao, but you kept them to yourself. Because it was also obvious that Minghao didn't know how he felt about you.

If he thought about it for longer than a few moments he might put it together, but would he? You wouldn't hold your breath.

He didn't think relationships were an important part of his life. And he already had you by his side, why change that? Even if that change came with perks, like dates, cuddling, kissing, se- well, you know, perks.

When you brought up your thoughts to Jun and Wonwoo, Minghao's closest friends, they told you to make him think about it.

"What? Like confess? Or confront him?"

They shook their heads in unison, "No, no, no. That would just make him panic and ruin it in the moment. No, make him think he's losing you."

"Losing me?"

"Yeah. I mean, honestly at this point I'm surprised he hasn't" Wonwoo said. "I see how much it hurts you the longer this goes on Y/n."

You pouted at this, and Jun gently smacked your arm, "Stop hanging around him so much. Put space between you to make him see what he is blind to up close."

You nodded along with him, "I guess I could stop hanging out with him. Though won't the other guys notice too. I mean, we usually all hang out together."

"We'll tell them."

"Tell them! No, no-"

Wonwoo put his hand up to stop you, "They already know how you feel. And they know Minghao is an idiot for not seeing it and not making a move yet."

"They all know. Great." You sighed as you threw yourself back onto Wonwoo's bed.

He sighed softly, "Is there a reason we're having this conversation in my room?"

Throwing his own pillow at him, you sat up, "Okay, so, I'll distance myself. We had plans to go see a movie tomorrow, should I cancel?"

They nodded and you let out a sigh, "Isn't this a bit mean though-"

"Just do it!"

"Okay okay, damn." You gave in, having no other options at this point.

And that was how this game of cat and mouse started, and honestly, you weren't sure how it was going to end.

You cancelled on Minghao, he was fine. You cancelled again, he was annoyed but got over it. You cancelled a third time, and he finally started to pay more attention.

It seemed that he would only see you when the others were around, and even then, you kept your distance from him. Avoided being alone with him, sat around the others so there was no space to him next to you. At first, he thought you were hiding something from him, but then he realized, you were just not hanging out with him.

Fine.

He wasn't sure what was going on, and you weren't gonna tell him. If you didn't want to hang out with him, he'd make you.

Going to get food with Joshua and Dokyeom? What a coincidence, he showed up too!

Hanging out with another friend group at the mall? "Hey Y/n, who’s that guy staring at you from across the store?"

You didn't think avoiding Minghao would cause him to stalk you out of vengeance, but it was what you were dealing with now.

"What am I supposed to do now?" You whined, once again messing up Wonwoo's bed as you flailed dramatically.

"I knew he would react, but not like this. He really is attached to you."

"But not in the way they want." Jun noted slyly, and you kicked him in the shin, earning a halfhearted 'Ow' in response.

"Maybe we should add in some jealousy." Jun suggested and you frowned.

"How?"

"Go on a date."

"Huh?!" You and Wonwoo looked at Jun as if he had three eyes.

"Oookay, then tell him you have a date and see what that does."

You grimaced, "What if he wants details? What am I supposed to do, make someone up? The only guys I know are you-"

"What about Jeonghan's friend that asked you out a few weeks ago?"

"Who- Oh." You had forgotten about him.

Hyungwon, he was handsome, seemed nice too. You ended up meeting at a get together and he asked you out afterwards.

You thought about it for a moment before you shook your head. "No, Hyungwon's too nice to use him like that."

Jun sighed, "You're right." He sat forward a bit, "Okay how about this then. We have a party or something and invite Hyungwon and some other guy friends and hope that one or some of them flirt with you. That should be enough to make Minghao jealous."

You shared a look with Wonwoo who shrugged. You let out a soft sigh, "Okay, I guess."

You nervously sat in the corner of the couch, in between Mingyu and Hyungwon. After rejecting Hyungwon before, you really didn't expect him to speak to you again, but here he was.

He was nice, and very handsome, but he was not Minghao. You were having a casual conversation with him and Mingyu, unaware of the eyes staring daggers into Hyungwon from across the room.

'He's too close'

Minghao sipped at his drink as he stared at the man in annoyance.

He had heard from Jun a few days prior, that Hyungwon had asked you out once already, and you rejected him. But that obviously didn't deter him.

And when Jun told him Hyungwon agreed to come this time, he followed it up with a comment he knew would get Minghao's brain turning, in hopefully the right direction.

"Who knows, maybe Y/n will say yes this time."

That comment, that one comment, made Minghao realize a lot of things he should have had a long time ago.

No one was good enough for you, not even him, but he sure as hell wouldn't allow you to be with anyone but him. Because you were his person. Why hadn't he realized it before?

It was the reason he was so torn up about you avoiding him, about you choosing to not be around him. It was why he became so unhinged in his determination to follow you around. Not having you in his life drove him crazy.

He never had any interest in dating, because he already had you, he didn't need someone else. He didn't go on dates because the two of you went out together enough already. And hanging out with you felt so different than when he was with one of the guys. With you it felt...special. It already felt like dating, he just hadn’t made that connection.

The idea of you being with someone that wasn't him unsettled him. But was he too late?

The way you smiled at Hyungwon made him afraid he was. Would you ever see him as anything other than your best friend? Did you already? Was that why you were avoiding him?

"Careful, you might burn a hole in something staring that hard."

Mingho looked over at Jun who appeared at his side. Looking at you and Hyungwon, Jun repressed a smirk.

"Why don't you go interrupt if you're so upset they are hanging out?

"What?"

Jun rolled his eyes, "Come on, it’s not I can't tell you're jealous. It's pretty obvious actually."

Minghao sighed before he spoke under his breath, just loud enough for Jun to hear, "Why didn't I realize sooner?" He had been kicking himself for days now.

Jun shrugged, "Because part of you didn't want to ruin what you had. So, you blinded yourself to what was obvious. Including the fact that Y/n has felt the same all this time. The only difference is, they accepted their feelings."

Minghao turned towards Jun with a wide gaze and the man chuckled. "You were so blind you couldn't see that Y/n was waiting for you. But you took too long."

"I- they-" Jun just nodded and Minghao let out a shaky sigh as he looked back over at you, his heart pounding heavily in his chest.

Jun leaned in a bit to whisper hopefully the final encouraging words. "Better do something now before you're too late again."

Minghao felt his chest clench when you laughed at something Hyungwon said as you now sat alone with him, Mingyu having disappeared.

He swallowed as he set his drink aside, leaving Jun by himself as he made his way over to you, determination filling him.

Jun smiled brightly at the sight, before locking eyes with Wonwoo nearby who nodded at him and gave him a subtle thumbs up.

Looking over as you felt someone sit beside you, your heart leapt when you came face to face with Minghao.

He was staring at you with a faint smile before he looked over at Hyungwon. You could tell he was annoyed, and that alone gave you butterflies.

Hyungwon greeted him but received only a nod in reply. You cleared your throat, "You've met before, right?"

"Only briefly" Hyungwon said as he gave Minghao an awkward smile, feeling the tension coming from him immediately.

Minghao struck up a conversation with Hyungwon, his tone slow, as he pried into Hyungwon's life to make him uncomfortable. You were constantly giving him a side-eyed look, but he was ignoring you.

Hyungwon could clearly see Minghao was jealous, and from your reactions, he could tell Minghao was the reason you rejected him. So, he smiled and answered Minghao's questions, mostly to kill his boredom, but also for a little fun.

Feeling uncomfortable in your own skin as you sat between an interrogating Minghao, and an unphased Hyungwon, you grabbed a candy cane from the table and began unwrapping it, needed to do something with your hands to help relax your anxieties.

Minghao spared a look at you as you started sucking nervously on the candy cane. He clenched his fist as something in him seemed to stir. He really was affected by you in a way he hadn't noticed before.

When you removed the candy cane from your mouth to say something to Hyungwon, he took it from your hand. You looked over at him to see him put the candy cane in his own mouth as he spoke to Hyungwon uncaringly.

You blinked a few times in shock. Minghao was always sensitive about sharing germs, he never even liked to share a straw with Jun.

Your eyes caught on movement behind Minghao's head, and you tore your eyes away from Minghao to see Wonwoo waving you over.

"Uhm- excuse me, I'm being summoned."

Minghao didn't look away from Hyungwon as you left, glaring as Hyungwon watched you leave a little too carefully.

"What are your intentions with Y/n?" He asked as soon as you were gone.

Hyungwon let out a soft laugh. "I don't have any. Y/n already rejected me, and I assume it's because of you."

"I didn't make them reject you, if that's what you mean."

"It’s not." He cleared his throat as he stood up, "I'm gonna head home now, I would ask you to say goodbye to Y/n for me, but I know you won’t."

Minghao let out a soft scoff as he left. Looking at the candy cane he took from you, he smirked as he realized just how comfortable with you, he was.

"What’s up?" You asked Wonwoo as you approached him.

He gestured to Minghao and Hyungwon, "I can feel the tension from over here, what is happening?"

"I don't even know. They're having a normal conversation but it's like standing in between two angry dogs."

Wonwoo chuckled at this, "Well, it looks like one finally backed down."

Looking back, you saw Hyungwon leaving, and you felt a bit of relief washing over you. As much as you had hoped your interaction with him would make Minghao jealous, you didn't want him to be too affected by Minghao's silent venom.

As Chan called Wonwoo over, you were left by yourself again.

Minghao suddenly looked back and caught your eye. He smiled softly before he stood up. You watched has he walked over to you and leaned down to whisper, "I need to talk to you."

Popping the candy cane in his mouth again, he walked past you and up the stairs. Swallowing nervously, you followed after a few moments, following him out onto the upstairs balcony.

You were smacked with a gust of cold air as soon as you walked out. Minghao noticed and slipped off his jacket before placing it over your shoulders.

"What about you?"

He shook his head, "I'm fine."

The two of you leaned on the balcony railing for a moment before Minghao spoke. "Do you like Hyungwon?"

You felt your heart skip as you shook your head. "No."

"Do you like me?"

Your breath caught as you looked over at him. He turned his head and met your eyes; he had a soft smile on his face. "Because I like you."

You forgot how to breathe as you stared at each other for a few moments. His gaze was soft as he spoke again, "I didn't really realize it until I thought I was losing you. But that was the point, right? To make me see it?"

Minghao had figured out enough from Jun's intervention, and the fact that you, he and Wonwoo had been sneaking off to talk a lot recently. They liked to intervene, and you were always too scared to do things on your own.

"You knew?"

He smiled softly, "I do now."

You let out a soft laugh, "I really wasn't sure how this was gonna go."

He turned towards you as he tossed the candy cane onto the nearby table, "I should thank you really." You gave him a perplexed look and he continued. "I don't know if I ever would have allowed myself to see it. I was so afraid of losing you that I was blind to the fact you were the one waiting for me."

Reaching out, he gently squeezed your cheek, making you frown. He grinned. "Did I hurt you? Making you wait so long?"

You thought for a second as you admitted honestly, "A couple of times."

His gaze turned sad as he let out a deep breath as he pulled you into a hug. "I'm sorry."

You rested your head on his shoulder as you took a deep breath. "I forgive you."

He smiled as he cupped the back of your head, "Thank you. Let me take you on a date to make up for it." He pulled away and smiled brightly at you, "A real date. A first date."

You bit the inside of your lip as you nodded happily. "Deal."

As another cold gust of wind blew past, Minghao shivered as he gently pulled your arm, "Let’s go inside."

Following him with a soft giggle, you made your way back inside but stopped with a grunt as you ran into Minghao's back.

"What?" You grumbled as you rubbed your nose, looking to see why Minghao had stopped suddenly.

Seeing him looking up at something, your eyes followed his gaze to see mistletoe hanging from the balcony door.

You frowned. "Was that there before?"

Minghao let out a soft scoff, "Considering I just saw Jun and Joshua run back down the stairs as we came back in, I'm going to say no."

You let out a soft laugh as you shook your head, "Meddlers."

He turned towards you with a grin, before he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you suddenly to his chest. You met his eyes with a stunned look, and he just grinned down at you.

"I can forgive it this time."

Leaning in slowly, your eyes remained locked, noses brushing, and then lips, before he kissed you. Your hand gently gripped the collar of his shirt as he pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss.

You smiled into his lips and felt him do the same as his hand intertwined through your hair, refusing to break the kiss.

You felt warm and giddy as you returned his kiss, only one thought entering through the euphoric fog. 'He tastes like peppermint'

xx End xx

Ugh, I do not like how this came out overall, though I am happy with the ending.

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[sobbingscripter]

DAY 9: Nine Ladies Dancing

☃️Stuff My Stocking☃️

Tags: [virginity][AGED UP][vanilla?][friends to lovers][implied crushes][did I mention AGED UP]

A/N: idk who's art that is but I hope you get the sloppiest toppy.

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"This is pointless. Everyone knows what they're getting." Damian grumbles, nimble and tanned fingers folding thin and vibrant coloured wrapping paper around yet another box. The eighth one so far.

Snow tumbles outside frost bitten windows, a beautiful view of snowcapped mountains and the soft howl of wind all remains beyond the sturdy, brick walls of the manor. The scent of cinnamon and ginger lingers in the air, a plate of half-eaten gingerbread cookies on an ornate plate, two glasses of unfinished milk accompanying the snack on the wooden surface of the nearest coffee table.

"This is your first traditional Christmas." You answer him, your brows knitting into a frown at the familiar and unwelcome pessimism that seems to seep from Damian's pores like sweat.

"Not to mention your last Christmas, before you move in with the Titans and then, you're never seeing me again." You add, the last tidbit being said with a hint of dramatism, and if you were more confident in your knitting abilities, you'd have rested your hand on your chest, wiping away a faux tear with your other.

"Imagine I'm—" "Yeah, I get it." Emerald pools roll in annoyance at your theatrics, and he pinches the corners, sharpening them on either side of the box's seams. "And you're being ridiculous. You'll see me."

His eyes lift to meet your gaze, and if you were feeling a bit more confident, you'd have commented on the hint of sadness lurking behind the leafy pools and stupidly long lashes. Those goddamn Arab genes.

"Yeah but then you'll be dating that goth girl in the leotard. And you'll bring her on all our hang outs, and when you don't, she'll tell you that I'm trying to fuck you."

"Aren't you?"

Damian's question causes you to miss a stitch, wooden needles poking into the wrong loop of the vibrant green yarn, and your eyes widen, long lashes fanning out around your doe eyes before you let out a snort of laughter.

"Yeah, but not if you have a girlfriend."

Your eyes lower back to the stocking you're knitting, carefully fixing your mistake before continuing, the soft sound of wood clanging against one another continues to ring out in the stillness, the only other sound being the crackling fireplace and the hum of the fucking gramophone Damian had insisted on turning on for...

Arm-bie-arnce.

"But..." His voice is quiet and his hands still. "I don't have a girlfriend."

He sets down the half-wrapped box, carefully extracting the knitting needles and yarn from your hands, and a hand wraps around your ankle, tugging you closer across the burgundy rug of Wayne Manor's entertainment room.

"And I'm not interested in Rachel."

He adds quietly, gaze locked on yours and you swallow. Your heart pounds in your chest, rattling your ribcage and your palms begin to get clammy as you grasp at the soft cotton of your (his) pajama pants.

"Can I—" "Yes, you can cast it off."

Damian's kisses are soft. Gentle, and all-consuming. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world, the muscles in his arms flex with each of his movements, muscular fingers moving behind the fabric of your pants. The feel of his pounding heart against your back is the only indication that he's just as nervous and inexperienced as you, if not more.

Because GOD, you'd never guess.

Not from the way his fingers slowly circle your needy clit, just enough to keep you on the teetering edge of pleasure, soaking through your panties and definitely not from the way his free hand grasps your neck, just... Resting there. His thumb rubs that soft spot just beneath your ear, brushing over the sensitive skin as his tongue slides repeatedly against yours, painting the inside of your mouth with his taste.

Gingery cookies, full cream milk and the hint of mint from his toothpaste, and Damian pulls away, dark lashes fluttering and his lips reddened from being so... Coddled in attention. He can taste your lip balm on his lips, the hint of coconut oil and that sweet smell that always seems to get him dizzy whenever he gets a whiff of it.

You're so pretty right now. Big, wide doe eyes with long lashes, fluttering as you stare up at him expectantly, your back pressed against his broad chest and you can feel the hardness of his muscles through the fleece of your hoodie and the flimsy fabric of his long sleeved T-shirt. You're pliable, and each time his fingers curl, he gets to feel your pulse jump beneath your skin, and each time, it sends a delightful shiver down his back, making his cock twitch.

"You're pretty." Damian whispers quietly, smoky green eyes drinking in the flush of your cheeks, your body melding against his and slowly, he pulls his fingers out of your pants. Bringing them up to his lips and tasting you on his tongue and you get to watch the exact moment he falls in love with the taste of your leaky pussy.

Lashes flutter, eyes nearly close and that aching cock pressing against your lower back is so noticeable that when you shift, you can exactly feel the ridge of his flushed crown. And his hands move to your thighs, squeezing the plump flesh before he dips his head low.

Your nails graze the short cropped hair of his undercut, just as his tongue flicks against your pulse, before he presses a soft kiss to your pleasure-thrumming skin.

"Wait here," he hums, "I'm gonna go ask Todd for a condom."

You're sopping. It's an uncomfortable feeling when you feel Damian's plump tip stretching out your tight, untrained muscles, his hand anchoring your hips to the sofa and you frown, brows knitted tightly and your lips tugged into a cute little pout.

"Just—" You feel a particularly painful pinch and you wince, "—shove it in." You instruct. "Don't prepare me. Then don't move. Not even an in—"

Your wind is knocked out of you when Damian, quite literally, shoves it in. Your walls spasm and your eyes well up with tears as your teeth bite into your plump bottom lip to stifle any sounds, any tears.

"Shh shh, 'm sorry, 'm sorry." Damian mutters softly, leaning over you and peppers soft kisses to your red face, pressing gentle kisses to your watering eyes and his hands gently massage your waist and hips, trying to help you relax.

"Just...." Damian bites his lip as he thinks. Normally, in the porn he's seen, everyone's already broken in. But he takes a leap of faith, his hand resting on your mound and his thumb moves to your folds, finding that cute pebbled bud and slowly, he coaxes you into relaxation.

Slow circles that have your mouth forming a cute pouty 'o' shape, wet lashes fluttering as you look down at his hand. The pain is... Dull. Still present but so dull when compared to Damian's face, so... Expressive, for once and so gentle as he plays with your clit.

Gentle pinches, slow circles.

He pulls out every trick in the book, all while keeping his aching hips still, eager for you to enjoy this before he gets to fuck you.

He leans forward, hips snug against your own as he presses a kiss against your temple, your thighs over his and he hides his face in your neck when your hips rock to meet his thumb's movements and you just feel....

Warm.

Your brows crease when Damian lets out a shuddering breath before he lifts himself, grabbing your hoodie from the backrest of the sofa and he tosses it over your face.

"What are you—" "Don't look!"

Damian huffs, pulling out of you and he carefully tugs the already filled condom off, the latex filled to the brim with snowy white cum and he knots it, hiding it beneath the sofa.

Just for now.

He carefully and quickly rips another foil packet, putting on the condom just like how Dick demonstrated with a banana on one really... Shitty day.

And just when you finally manage to toss the hoodie off your face (he tucked the arms into the space between the cushion and the armrest), Damian's already sliding his thick cock back into your drooling cunt.

Your eyes roll back, your hips lifting and your knees move inward, pressing your knees into his sides as his thumb continues it's prior assault, teasing your sensitive button.

"Open your legs." Damian huffs, cheeks still flushed from the knowledge that he came so early, but as long as you don't know, you can't bring it up.

"I—... No..." Your hips buck sloppily, and he lets out a deep groan, but you're not sure if it's in pleasure or annoyance, but Damian's hands move to your inner thighs, spreading them obscenely wide and he stares.

Watching the way your puffed pussy lips swallow his cock whole, and he slowly pulls out of you, listening to that slick sound that nearly blends into the crackle of firewood and he slowly sinks back into you.

Damian.

He doesn't thrust, doesn't pound or piston.

His hips fucking roll into yours, a slow grind that has your brain melting and your nails digging into strong biceps, and Damian's eyes are locked on yours. It's a slow fuck. The slowest and so deep, each sloppy kiss against your cervix has your toes curl in those knitted socks, your yarn covered heels brushing against his muscular back.

"You're so tight..." Damian breathes out, his hips stuttering and your whines turn into quiet breaths, soft breathy moans and your hands interlock behind his neck, pulling him closer.

He's all you can smell.

That musky sweat, the oud he uses. Fuck, he smells so good. And you're barely paying attention when you whisper softly, lips brushing against his ear.

"Take off the condom?"

[mommynott]

12 Days of Dickmas

It’s the most Smutful time of the year…

…And I’m bringing you a naughty gift that will keep on giving! Get ready to unwrap some steamy holiday cheer with mommynotts first ever 12 Days of Dickmas! Let’s spice up the season my smut sluts 💋🎁

Warning: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+

Day 1: Lights, Lust, & Leather - Restrained, domination, Oral, Vaginal, enemies with benefits 🎁 Theodore

Day 2: Twisted Tinsel - Nipple play, Fingering, edging, slight restraint, mean and toxic 🎁 Mattheo

Day 3: White Christmas - Breeding kink, creampie galore, dom boyfriend 🎁 Theodore

Day 4: Snowed in, Turned on - Outdoor sex, hot tub, little mix of everything, friends 🎁 Theodore

Day 5: ‘Tis the season for Seduction - Sex Toys, Orgasm torture, vaginal, anal, and nipple play. Toxic boyfriend, Dom 🎁 Theodore

Day 6: Christmas Cookie - Oral, pussy eating, praising, boyfriend dom 🎁 Theodore

Day 7: Fire and Ice - Temp play, fireside fuck, boyfriend 🎁 Theodore

Day 8: Wicked Winter Nights - Hardcore BDSM, blindfolded, restrained, whipping, taming, pure submission, dom 🎁 Theodore

Day 9: Naughty list - voyarism, legilimency, orgasm control, masturbation, enemies 🎁 Mattheo

Day 10: Santa’s little tease - Anal, roleplaying, rough sex, dom boyfriend 🎁 Theodore

Day 11: Blades and Bows - Knife Kink, knife play, submission, toxic bf 🎁 Theo

Day 12: Stroke of Midnight - New years hook up, threesome, DP, rough, semi public sex 🎁 Mattheo and Theodore

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