#12days

[lehmccoy]

Ok. So, day 10 is “ten lords-a-leaping” B U T

Here we’ve two little princes from wolfie kingdoom and seamonsty kindoom hahaha

Little seamonster likes little wolfie : D

[eric-sadahire]

The 12 days of Christmas is completely unrealistic, there is no way that you're still accepting gifts from someone after 4 days of birds. It's weird to realize how many of the gifts in 12 days of Christmas are birds. 6 out of the first 7 days, your true love just gives you birds. It's 23 total birds. What if you don't even like birds?

[geekygirlguide]

One of my character's favorite places to eat. I'm not there, but they bottle their root beer. #triplexxxfamilyrestaurant #seonghun #12days (at Apocalypse Burger) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnsoT8RrQZW/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[beneathstarryskies]

Merry Smutmas! 🎄Header by @actuallysaiyan

Word Count: 1,158

Summary: Cloud relents and helps you put up the Christmas tree, and the closeness offered by such an activity leads to a little fun.

Warnings: oral (f recieving), fluff, grumpy Cloud

Wanna be tagged in 12 Days of Smutmas? Lemme know!

Cloud was reluctant to take part in decorating. It just sounded like a lot of work just to put up decorations that would take up more space in the apartment only to be packed up in a few weeks all over again. It was sort of silly and pointless in his opinion. 

“Fine, fine I’ll just go to get a tree by myself,” you’d said with a small pout on your face. 

“Suit yourself,” Cloud shrugged. 

Little does he know you’ve been delightfully perusing the tree selection, drinking hot cocoa, and gleefully imagining stuffing the largest tree you can afford into the apartment just to bother him. Your glee was short-lived when you realize…Well, now you have to get the thing home. You’re grunting and whining to yourself as you drag the tree home. 

As you struggle getting the tree home, you begin feeling a little sad that you’re going through all this trouble, and the only person you have to share it with doesn’t even care. You manage to drag into the apartment, but then you just drop it in the middle of the floor and let out a dejected sigh. 

“You had to pick out the biggest one?” Cloud sighs.

“Yeah, sorry.” 

 He notices the shift in your demeanor, the previous excitement you had seemed to just disappear. He’s never been a big fan of all this, even when his mother used to insist they decorate. You begin trying to put it in the stand. Your hands are sore from dragging the whole thing here, and you wince trying to lock it in place. Cloud feels a pang of guilt seeing you struggle to hold the tree up and try to fasten the stand at the same time. 

“Here,” he kneels beside you. “Let me help. Just hold it up.” 

“You don’t have to—” 

“Just hold it,” Cloud cuts you off. 

“Fine,” you stand up to hold the tree while he locks it in place. For Cloud it’s easy work. 

“Now what?” he asks as he stands up. 

“We’re supposed to decorate it,” you giggle and point to the boxes of decorations you’d gotten out of storage earlier. 

“Let’s get started then.” 

“Wait, you’re gonna help?” You ask, your eyes lighting up in that way it’s impossible for him to deny. 

“Yeah, I guess so,” he blushes. He doesn’t know how to voice his desire to make up for his behavior earlier. He knows he put a damper on something that means so much to you. 

“Oh! Cloud!” You squeal and throw yourself into his arms. He gasps and grows flustered as though you haven’t been a couple for over a year now. “Thank you so much!” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he pats your back awkwardly. 

You put on some music and begin opening the boxes of decorations. You untangle the lights, and Cloud helps you wrap them around the tree. 

He has to admit doing something so carefree with you is nice, but especially in such close proximity. Your hands so often delicately touch as you place ornaments on the tree. Your bodies brush together. More than once he manages to get close enough to you to smell your shampoo, and he feels like such a pervert that it takes so little to excite him. He’s already half hard from the smallest of gestures, and he’s pretty sure he’d fall apart if you began to do these things purposefully. 

“We need to get the tree topper on it now,” you say excitedly while holding the golden, glittering star ornament in your hand. “Gimme a boost!” 

Cloud shakes his head at your glee before hoisting you up high enough for you to place the topper on. When you’re finished, one of your hands rests on his shoulder to steady yourself as he lowers you to solid ground again. You’re so close when you look at him, you can’t resist giving him a soft kiss. It leaves him aching for more, but you’re already skipping off to plug the tree in. 

“Look!” you cheer as the tree lights up the room. Cloud is melting for you right now. You’re just so happy from this one little thing, he can’t believe he tried to deny you anything. 

“Now the rest of the house,” you say. 

Cloud helps you place all of your little Christmas themed trinkets all over the apartment. He thinks you’re finished when suddenly, you’re looking more mischievous and you’re hiding something behind your back. 

“What have you got?” he asks. 

“Something you’ll like,” you smirk as you step closer to him. 

“Oh yeah?” 

You reveal the mistletoe to him. To your surprise he just looks confused. 

“It’s mistletoe,” you explain and then hold it up over your head. “And if you’re caught under the mistletoe with someone, you’re supposed to kiss them.” 

Cloud surges forward and kisses you passionately. You’re breathless when he pulls away. He smirks and lowers your hand so the mistletoe is hovering over your pants.

“And what if the mistletoe is there?” he asks playfully. 

“Well then…I guess you have to kiss me there.” 

“I was hoping that’s how this worked,” he kisses you again. With his hands firmly on your hips, he guides you to the couch. You plop on the soft cushions, and he eagerly begins unbuttoning your pants and pulling them down your legs. 

“Someone’s getting into the holiday spirit,” you giggle as he starts kissing up your legs and leaves a gentle bite on your inner thigh. 

“Hm, consider this my apology for making you drag the tree home alone.” 

Your panties quickly join the pile with your pants. Cloud leans back in, and he begins nipping and kissing your thighs. Then, he spreads your thighs. His tongue drags between your folds. He moans as he tastes your nectar. Before you know it, he’s burying his face between your thighs. His tongue darts in and out of your hole as his thumb works your cute clit. 

“Mm, Cloud,” you moan. 

He grunts in response and moves his thumb so he can appreciate your clit with his tongue. You’re keening for him in no time. Your back arches and your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently. An orgasm tightens in your stomach. Cloud picks up easily on the signs. The way you’re panting and your skin is going flushed, and most telling is how you just can’t stay still. He has to drape his arm over your stomach to hold you down as you squirm and writhe for him. As the coil snaps, you whine his name and your body trembles. 

When Cloud finally pulls away, your juices glisten on his lips. His eyes are heavy and his cheeks are bright red. He lays his head on your thigh before offering a rare smile, revealing that Cloud is pussy drunk. The way he’s palming at the bulge in his pants assures you that this night is far from over.

[sesamenom]

Screenshots from the 12 days of christmas wip! can you guess who each of the colors is? :)

[horngryeyes]

goodnight everyone sweet dreams 💕

[ronniemity]

i worked 12 days in a row im done, im aching all over im gonna go lay down and rest i know tomorro i wont be able to get out of bed i cant do it i need a day of doing nothing at all and it sucks so ahrd because its the one day i could do something productive for my own life and mental well being and see my friends and/or go to events but my body needs rest so despearately aaah

[thelocal-idot]

Day 7 : Rei (x Reader) - Death: Double Suicide

Song: Vampire’s ∞ pathoS - Hitoshizuku & Yama

TW: Death, Suicide, Blood

Do not read if this causes feelings of anxiety and panic!

This also got really long 😭 but its not the best i can do :(

How did you ever come to love a man like him, a blood sucking monster who feasted on innocent humans. He lived a life if immortality, freedom, and wealth, free to do whatever he felt. But those pesky humans grew teeth, and started to lash out at the vampires who had drunk their blood for centuries. Truth was, he never really had a taste for blood, he found it gross and felt sick whenever he had too. You had known him for awhile now, out in Europe you had bumped into him at a cafe you frequented. You apologized and offered to buy him a coffee next time you two met. Neither of you knew what the other was, exchanging numbers so cluelessly.

He felt as if he had taken your kindness for granted, things would have better if he had declined your offer. You would be safe, not stuck within the clutches of vampires like him. Though your fate had been tied to his own long before he had even realized. You were a vampire hunter, you hunted down and killed these ‘mythical’ creatures. Had you known he was one of them, you would have never fallen in love with him, or so you thought.

A couple years had passed, after a couple coffees you had the guts to ask. But one day at work, you had received an order. You had found out on a mission, recognizing him on the file. How tragic and cruel the world could be to the lovers.

Meeting up underneath the moonlight at the park next to where you had first met, you gripped his cold hands. The look on his face was one knowing, you had found out the secret he so desperately wanted to keep. Burying your head into his chest, he wished he could find the words to comfort you. Looking up at him made him feel selfish for causing this and putting you into this situation. He knew there would only be one way to solve this..

The next night you had gone out, meeting him atop an old abandoned factory. With a stake made of silver in your hand and a final kiss, two lives would end tonight. Blood spilt from your human body, holding to each other as death came. Just as star-crossed lovers are doomed to end, so were you.

Immortality had always been his second greatest sin. Loving a human like you, gave warmth to his icy skin. He regretted everything, yet if he could he would do this all over again. Holding you close, you would were the final thing he could think as death consumed you both.

“My dear moonlight..”

“If only we had been human together…”

[skyandpeople]

It's JIMTOBER month😍😍😍

Creds to rightful owner ✨

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[lehmccoy]

HE WANTS TO SLEEEEEPPP STOPP WITH THAT SONG ARFGHG!!

AAAHH

@simmeons ‘s fault. (I need to go quick cause I’m late XD)

[pleasantlovenerd]

#सिद्धि_बड़ी_या_भगवान Real Sprichual Knowledge.

watch Sadhna TV from 7'30pm daily 🖥

12Days Left Kabir Prakat Diwas

[graysglass]

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[allseasonszcom]

Chardham Yatra Group Tour Package from Delhi 12 Days 👉 https://allseasonsz.com/uttarakhand/chardham/chardham-yatra-group-tour-package-12days-from-delhi.asp

[miazims]

Here is my CC townie makeover of Dominic Fyres.

CC links under the cut.

Hair: Commissioned by @captain-penguindude !! | Patreon

Beard: The Sims Resource - Barber Shop Beard N2

Sweater: The Sims Resource - 12Days of Sweater TL Vneck

Pants: The Sims Resource - Medina Cuff Pants

Watch: Elegant (38 Items) | Patreon

Shoes: The Sims Resource - Double sole leather loafers

[the-hermit-at-midnight]

The Yule Log. During the 12day period of Yule, Celtic tribes believed that the sun stood still in the sky, and it was tradition to keep a Yule Log burning in the hearth to coax it back into moving again, as well as to conquer the darkness and banish evil spirits.