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Omg I am GREEDY could I please request for max banana bread and a croissant with a side of coffee hard lemonade?! Just imagining max getting jealous with a rival Mercedes driver who is Toto’s daughter or something when he sees her flirting with someone else 😌😌😌 spicy please sir 🙏

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still many sweet treats on the menu and orders are still available! feel free to place an order! also to the anon who requested this, i love your beautiful mind for this! i was somewhat expecting someone to request the reader be either horner or toto's daughter, but combined with the other prompts, i rather enjoy your devilish mind! please enjoy!

in addition, this will probably be the largest bakery request, this sort of got away from me!

banana bread ("i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name.") + croissant ("i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me.") + hard lemonade (possessive behaviour) served to you by max verstappen (formula one)!

cw: smut/pwp, driver!reader, driver!max, rough sex, degrading language, rivals au, hate fucking, teasing, max & reader hate each other and their fathers, possessive behaviour/jealousy, mentions of marriage and kids

you were good, and that pissed max off. it wasn't because you were a woman, that didn't matter. anyone of any gender who was better than him left a chill down his back.

you were good, so therefore he had to be better.

"are you upset that you lost, princess."

the hateful nickname people gave you in formula one, you were the daughter of toto wolff and drove for the team he basically owned. your father was technically your boss and most thought that you were incapable of being good. that everything was handed to you by your father.

your jaw tensed, you were number two in the season. marginally behind max verstappen who was looking at you with a smugness.

"so what will be your reward, oh dear lord verstappen. how can i a humble peasant in the world of formula one be so thankful that you beat me." your tone was laced with poison.

"motor home at the end of the lot. the one right beside the one your father's team owns." he was almost cocky and it made you want to go at his throat.

but rules were rules and as much as you wanted to whip your helmet at him. this sick little cat and mouse would just have to continue, except this time max was the cat.

you were pressed up against the door of the motor-home hours later after interviews, max had you by the shoulders as he pulled you into a searing kiss. he had taken home the trophy and you were a seething little rabbit.

being rivals sometimes meant ending up in compromising positions. and you and max made quite a pair. you heard the conversations online about the idea of you two being a couple.

a few photos from your early days of racing had made the rounds off of a private facebook page that a former friend had and onto the likes of instagram and tiktok.

you thought that the photos were before the "arrangement" you had but you could see in the shit quality of the photo the prominent hicket on max's hip in one of the photos where he had his arms raised above his head and the t-shirt he wore had rolled up.

the most incriminating was one that was a tad blurrier than the others. it was you and max at a club somewhere in either mexico or brazil and max had his arm slung around you, and your nose was in the crook of his shoulder and you looked like you were half asleep. max looked drunk as hell. but it wasn't the position you were in, but rather the trail of deep red lipstick across his cheek and down his neck. you were both out of it, very drunk but it was obvious that you were kissing all over the other driver's neck. you tried to explain online that it was just a wicked bruise on his face! but when was the last time a bruise looked like lips?

if those were bad enough, if someone found the both of you in the position you were in now, the media would latch onto it for the next decade. until you two eventually got married and had the next heir to the verstappen racing legacy.

he pulled at your racing shirt, the logo of mercedes was starting to piss him off. he didn't want to see it stretched around your tits, he'd rather have the flesh in his lands and covering it in dark hickies.

his hat was on the ground soon after and you two kept a close distance as you made your way through the motor home, trailing clothes behind. until you got to the upstairs portion where if left you in just your mismatched socks and him in his tight briefs and red bull polo shirt.

"you look good."

"you act like you've never seen me naked before." you approached him and pressed yourself up against him and linked fingers with him, "we've been doing this since what, 2016?"

he looked down at you, "and yes you only get more beautiful, i keep wondering why you can never find a boyfriend. are they scared?"

you clenched his hand and said, "max verstappen, anytime a man with any kind of clout follows me on instagram, they always seem to unfollow me right after. i have my guesses on why that is happening, but i feel like you'd have a better idea." then flashed him a smile before you pushed him onto the bed.

max looked up and smiled at you. not the one who put on for the cameras, but rather a true genuine smile. he responded as he took his shirt off, "princess, i honestly don't know. could be your overbearing father for all you know. he would only want the best for you after all."

you straddled his clothed cock and placed your hands across his chest, "well, then i guess it wouldn't bother you if i said that two weekends ago i had a little post-race rendezvous with leclerc."

max's attention piqued. the green-eyed monster that lived in the driver reared its ugly head. he said, "you went somewhere with charles?"

you nodded and cupped his face. you smiled and replied, "oh yeah. nice big boat, lots of wine. he let me put the ferrari hat on when i rode him. but you're not bothered by that, right?"

max grabbed you by the back of the head and pulled you into a hot kiss. you could feel the tension in his body, the jealousy taking root. when you pulled away, he looked sternly into your eyes, he held your head and said, "you're a little liar. how would you father feel if he found out that you were a dirty fucking liar."

a sick little game. this what this all was. losing your career and favour with your father was not worth it, so the games continued until you both got bored. but it's been almost ten years and there was very little boredom.

"really, go ask him next time." you pushed further. you could feel his clothed erection up against your pussy. fucking freak.

max replied, "yeah, yeah. i'll ask him, and then i'll invite him over next time. he doesn't live that far away, princess. and i will show him how to actually fuck you. because i know if you did sleep with him, you were faking your orgasms."

you nodded a little and said, "yeah, verstappen. why don't we bring up the time you called me because you thought you got some girl in italy pregnant." you pressed your forehead against his. the sharp words were replaced with hot kisses.

max's briefs were soon off, followed by your socks. you two hated each other, it was a sickening affair. fueled by lust, hate and wanting some kind of release. you were your fathers' pet projects, a mutually assured destruction was the only way out of it. and it took the form and max's hands gripping your hips as he wrestled you onto your elbows and knees.

"i'm going to fuck that sweet pussy of yours until the only word your little brain can form is my name." he said, "maybe if you're lucky, it'll be your name in a few years." he rubbed his cock up against your slick pussy.

you wanted to reach behind you and hit him, but instead your muttered out, "yeah well your son will have the wolff last name then."

he yanked your hair and said, "not if i have anything to do about it. i'd rather our sons have strong a last name and good dutch first names." his voice was honey in your ear, you hated how that strong of words soaked your to your core. he chuckled in your ear as he slid in his cock into you. with both hands on your hips, "we can invite your father to our wedding, i think it would be a little rude for me not to. watch him hand over his only daughter."

"i'm going to kill you verstappen." you snapped and he pushed your face further into the bed. the light streamed through the large windows, asshole didn't even close the curtains. who knew what paparazzi was lingering around still.

"don't be mad, princess, it's not a bad thing that the only way you'll ever be close to the championship is to have my last name."

"i'm going to win this entire thing and i'm going to ruin you, max."

"not if i ruin you first." he rocked you against his cock. he hand you by the hips and drilled his cock into you.

you hated that you loved it, you hated how easily it was for him to get you into his bad. you hated that he was your biggest rival and the other fucker on the grid who could make you finish. you've heard the horror stories from former girlfriends.

max on the other hand took a sick pleasure in making your cum over and over and over again, until your voice was raw from the amount of times you said his name like worship.

you wanted him dead, but you also wanted him between your legs.

the sex between you two was hot, it was like touching a hot handle on the stove. you clawed at the soft white covers and let max thrust into you. you knew he was going to finish in you, after you told him you were on the pill, he took full advantage of that.

you thought it was a weird ownership over you. the thought of it made you frown against the covers. max kept you pinned as he fucked you.

the tumble of pleasure in the motor-home coursed through you. you felt hot all over, his breath in your ear and the weight of him on top of you. he kept you pinned between him and the bed.

"you're a sick fuck, verstappen."

"not as much as you, wolff." he said between heavy pants.

you had trained each other for sex to be a quick thing in stranger areas. there was no time for passion and romance. you rubbed your forehead against the covers and panted heavily. you felt close to your orgasm with your heart hammering.

"i'm gonna cum." you panted, you arched your back and looked up at him. he leaned over you for a hot kiss on your lips, his pace became more sporadic, and with that it sent you over the edge.

he broke the kiss and gave it a few more hearty thrusts before he finished inside of you. orgasm gripped him tightly and he let out a hard pant as he came to a stop.

"fuck."

"shit."

"max."

"i know."

he kept one of his large hands on your lower back as you panted heavily against the bed. you reached for him and ended up tucked into his side. he held you, it was almost tender.

"verstappen."

"wolff."

it felt good being next to him, even if he was your rival. while the sex was amazing, you knew that there would be a part two to his reward for beating you.

but for a moment you let yourself come down from the intense high of climax, slightly pissed that max verstappen was the one who was able to make you feel good.

fuckin' asshole.

"this is stupid, max." you said as you tried to adjust the shirt on your body. it was a little too big, but it would stroke max's ego.

max was seated at the edge of the bed, the shirt you were wearing was once on him. he said to you with a smile, "i think that you look rather good. i think you'd be better on red bull's team."

you looked over your shoulder, "or i could make you come to mercedes? we'd know how to take care of you." you giggled before you went over to him.

the shirt on you was one of many red bull polos that max owned, it was what he wanted on top of having sex with you. you got in his lap and spread your hands across his bare chest.

"i guess i can live with wearing these terrible colours, once." you tapped him on the nose and added, "but don't get used to it, verstappen. i'll make sure to get you a pretty thong with the mercedes logo on it when i win."

he took you by the back of the neck and pulled you into a searing kiss and said, "right, right. maybe next time i win, you can go to the paddock with my cock on your breath and the red bull logo across those pretty tits of yours." he held you closer and licked his lips, "now, schat. i wonder if your father knows what happens during the off hours. if he knows you're here with me."

you cupped his face and said, "you have twenty minutes verstappen, either you get another orgasm out of me or i'm leaving."

he laughed and cupped your breasts through your shirt. he said ina voice so painfully sweet, "of course, ms. wolff, would hate to get the best driver in all of mercedes waiting. i know you're all an impatient bunch." then was pulled into a hot kiss before you two ended up back fully on the bed. <3

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lavender-annd-lilac · 2 years ago

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Let us begin with a simple prayer: 🙏🐐

Please forgive me Baphomet, for I have indulged in the holiday spirit. Oh great goat demon, it was a momentary weakness of the soul.

😫

I was charmed by the idea of a miniature elf causing mischief and generally getting up to no good. It was really such an amusing tale, full of mirth and unexpected humour. I would wager, in fact, that even you, Baphomet, would find this story delightful.

😯

For you see, this elf is not one of the obedient, docile creatures you might find merrily puttering around the workshop of some jolly old man.

😒

No, this elf embodies the rage and frustration of an underpaid worker forced to endure the demands of a cruel master - a master who insists upon further humiliating his employees by forcing them to wear undignified and unflattering costumes on the pretence of having a “work uniform”.

😖

Baphomet, I truly believe you would approve not only of this elf’s misbehaviour, but of his disposition as well; this elf has no good will in his heart - that is, if he even has a heart at all.

😼

He is a wretched, selfish creature, who cares only for himself, with little to no regard for the well-being of those around him; a greedy, narcissistic, pleasure-seeker, who would gladly put his own desires above the needs of others.

How wonderful is it not?!! To see a creature so brazenly embrace the principles of ethical egoism without shame or remorse.

😌

So, although I ask for your forgiveness, Baphomet, I ultimately care not if you choose to withhold it - for I am subservient to no lord or deity, and owe no allegiance to anyone except my own person.

��

Anyway...peace out dude, see u at the next coven meeting or whatever lol ✌️😸

🖤

getting yourself off with another’s hand

HAHAHA maybe I’ve been reading so much explicit content that this sounds almost Victorian in comparison? U know like back when they had all these vague terms for courtship bc certain words were considered too vulgar for the ears of refined individuals lmao

😂

I’m hearing a posh British voice saying: a gentleman does not simply “get a handjob”, or has another individual “jerk him off”!

😳

How undignified!! He “gets off with another’s hand” if you absolutely insist on describing the act itself. 🧐

Ransom grumbles as he tries to crawl onto the bed, his little pointed ears twitching with frustration

Small chihuahua dog trying to get on the couch but lacking the sufficient size and athleticism to accomplish this task

🥺

Tiny hands grip the bedsheets, swiftly but carefully pulling himself up

Little kitty hanging on for dear life

🥺🥺

He lets out a huff when he manages to climb up, and grumpy eyes focus on your sleeping form as he stumbles over

Small baby animal travels a short distance and becomes exhausted

🥺🥺🥺

black tights his boss forces him to wear, along with the stupid pointed hat and the hideous red and green sweater

This is hilarious to me because despite not buying into any of the xmas mythology now, I’ve been fed so much xmas propaganda over the years that I’ve always just assumed the elf outfits were the customary clothing of their people…

Like, the whole stocking/tunic/hat combo are just traditional elf garments they wear all year round.

🤷‍♀️

But now… Holy cow. I feel as if I’ve been awoken from a great slumber - pulled out of my slime filled pod, and forced to look at the world around me as I realize I’ve been living in the Matrix. 🤯

Wow, the last time I felt this enlightened is when I discovered that birds aren’t real.

🐦🚫

So anyway, these things are prison work uniforms, huh? Unbelievable 😫

Also, I’m very curious that you left the “boss” unamed…

*serious reporter voice* Who is this mysterious “Santa” we hear of, but never see…??

…is “Santa” a shadowy figure who exploits workers and ignores international labour standards? The head of some ruthless cartel that forces elves to toil away in sweatshops all year long?

Or perhaps, there is no Santa at all….perhaps “Santa” is nothing more than the “Wendy”, or the “Jollibee”; the friendly, smiling, fictional mascot who serves as the face of an otherwise sinister corporate brand.

🤨

In this world, who is Ransom’s boss? Is it Walt? Is it Harlan? Is working in “Santa’s workshop” the equivalent of elf jail, where he is currently serving time for murder and attempted arson? Has he been cut off? Is he poor?

I’m fascinated by all the lore possibilities here.

😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Ransom licks his lips as he finally gets to have you, having watched you for a long time.

So do elves just…live in regular peoples houses like squatters? Do they work in little mouse holes all year making gifts until December when “Santa” sends his goons to pick everything up to be shipped to his McMansion in the North Pole?

🤔

Assuming Santa is human, is the reader maybe a relative of his? Living in blissful ignorance that her dad/uncle/grandpa is basically a Mafia boss who controls an enormous holiday empire?

😬

Perhaps this takes place at Santa’s place of residence, and the elves are told to keep themselves quiet and hidden like proper servants?? Maybe they are punished if they are seen by anyone not part of the mob???

😳

Now I’m picturing this as an upstairs/downstairs, star crossed lovers from different social classes type of romance story; Jack and Rose from “Titanic”, Estella and Pip from “Great Expectations”, Westley and Buttercup from “The Princess Bride”, all the classics.

🥰

Except!!! In a weird reversal, instead of the usual stuck-up rich girl and humble kitchen boy, or selfish princess and devoted guard, we have the more fortunate person (reader) as the kindhearted soul, and the less fortunate person (Ransom) as the self-absorbed brat. Amazing. I love it.

🤩

Holding himself back from indulging his desires, but because it’s finally the month of Christmas, he thought, screw it. He deserves a present, after all.

Huh, that’s some impressive self control I gotta say. For Ransom at least lol. I guess you kind of have to develop that when you’re not a super rich trust fund kid.

😐

Also I'm ugly crying like Tobey McGuire in Spider Man rn bc I feel like this implies that no one else is going to get him a present 😭😭😭 so he gives one to himself lmaooooo

The scent of candy canes and hot cocoa fills his senses.

The smell of peppermint in any form is very upsetting to me looool (let’s just say I had a really bad experience with toothpaste as a child and anything peppermint adjacent bothers me to this day). But I guess the smell of chocolate is nice??

😅

he picks up his pace, quickly crawling onto your palm.

He’s palm sized like a little mouse omgggg 🥹🥹🥹

The tiny elf

I’m now thinking of those mini polly pocket dolls that live in little mini houses 😆 its too cute 🥰🥰🥰

kneeling on your palm.

NGL, I got a little anxious here 😵 he’s like, one nightmare induced muscle spasm away from getting squashed like a bug. Unless these lil guys have like, ant man level strength or durability or something??

😰

He wraps his arms around your thumb as he ruts against your palm.

He’s Thumbelina sized!! Tinkerbell sized!! Lol I’m just imagining him trying his moves on Tinkerbell but she isn’t buying any of it 😒 and just kicks his ass bc she’s a sassy fairy with magical powers lmao 🥲

Ransom gently bites down on your skin

Whoa don’t hurt yourself there buddy. 🙁 U don’t have the proper proboscis for this. Leave it to the mosquitos ok??

He picks up his pace, and his pointed ears twitch as he growls. “That’s right, you little bitch. You’ll take this cock. All your good for is giving me pleasure.”

Bro u are the size of a french fry 😫😫😫😫 This is so adorable bc for some reason I’m also imagining him with an Alvin and the Chimpmunks voice bc he’s so small, so all our human ears would hear is like this angry high pitched squeaking as this match sized man is humping your palm omg

😂

He mutters against your candy-scented flesh

Hold the fuck on😨😨. It’s just candy scented right? She’s not like princess bubblegum from Adventure Time? She’s not a candy person right? I mean, would she melt like the wicked witch of the west in the Wizard of Oz if you threw a bucket of water on her?

😥

Bratty whines leave his lips as he feels his end quickly approaching

All I can imagine is like, how little kittens meow incessantly when they want something lol

His eyes close, not noticing your fingers slightly twitch as you begin to wake.

Ok but like, think about this… he’s roughly thumb sized, so a finger moving to him would be like… idk if you were standing in Stonehenge and the big tall rocks around u started swaying lol. How can u not notice that? 😳😳 Guys are stupid vulnerable when they nut lol

🙄

Ransom quickly pulls his tights back up, tucking his thick, soft cock back inside his pants before he darts off.

He slips and rolls off the bed saying “as yoouuu wiiiissshhhh”

youtube

Lol idk if u have seen PB but this might not make sense if u haven’t so…

(SPOILERS)

when that guy was a lowly a stable boy, he would follow her like a puppy dog abs do whatever she said even if she made him do stupid shit lol. And he would always say “as you wish”.

They fall ~in love, stuff happens, they are separated, he is presumed dead etc. and then later on her adventures she meets this mysterious bandit guy and neither us (the audience) nor Buttercup (the lady) know who he is until she shoves him down the hill and says his catchphrase and I guess it’s romantic bc like he didn’t die and was looking for her still, years later.

man, I’m never ever going to watch the Princess Bride again. Ever. In my entire life. Bc I feel like I have so many fond childhood memories of that movie, a re-watch could only tarnish them lol. Also I used to experience a wider range of emotions as a child and I think my adult self would just not appreciate everything in the same way. Like, imagine completely closing your colour vision, would you want to re-watch the Wizard of Oz? Prob not?

His hands grip your sheets as he slides down and darts across the carpeted floor.

Haha I’m imagining those Mission Impossible scenes when they have to make a quick getaway and they just toss a rope out of a window and slide down a tall ass building 😹😹

You lift your hand to your face, eyeing the liquid before curiously poking your tongue out.

Bitch, WHY??? Ok like yes, I was the kid that picked up a cigarette butt on the beach and tried to eat it, but I was 3 or 4 y/o, not a grown woman🙀🙀🙀

Y’all… idk what to say. Whenever I see an unidentified substance, all I hear in my 7th grade chem teacher’s voice in my head (shoutout to Mrs. O!!! You were the best!!) saying “NEVER TASTE ANYTHING IN THE LAB”

🧫🔬🧪

I guess I really took those words to heart because I am VERY wary around strange substances. Like, I purchase an old fashioned donut and there’s a small speck of blue on the side? 🤔🤔🤔It could be frosting from another donut, or it could be fucking cyanide. 😵😵😵All I know is that I’m going to eat around that spot.

Omg tho…. I just feel like this is how animal diseases end up being passed to humans. 😤😤😤

It’s always like “that monkey bit me!” or “that animal scratched me!”. Really? REALLY??

🤔

Is that how it really went down? Like, if we had a hidden camera would we see a monkey biting you, or would we see u sucking a monkeys cock? Would we see an animal scratching u, or would we see something that would require years of therapy to recover from huh??

🫣🫣🫣

sweet Christmasy taste explodes on your tongue

What does Christmas taste like? Coca-Cola? Capitalism? Awkward family dinners? Eggnog?

As you lick it up, you think of how handsome the tiny man was.

Does reader have really good eyesight or what? Bc if I wake up suddenly, my vision is unfocused as heck, like any witness statement I gave at that time would be pretty much worthless.

😵‍💫

Also, girl, u have already established that this substance tastes “Christmasy”. Do u really have to eat the rest of it?

I know cleaning your plate is drilled into a lot of ppls brains growing up, bc “there are children starving in Africa” and other manipulative tactics parents use, but seriously! 😩😩😩

U don’t even know if this is food!😖😖😖Just wash your hands girl!!! Your ancestors didn’t survive the plague just for you to contract some kind of incurable elf STI ok??

You shake your head, believing this all to be a dream, as you fall into your soft silk pillow

A DREAM????

What the fuck was that slime u just licked off your hand then??? Maybe u should have taken a small sample to keep as evidence for the discovery of a new humanoid species. This could have been a groundbreaking moment for science. SMH

🙄🤦‍♀️😖

So ya….. this was super adorable!

I literally never derive any enjoyment from xmas related or xmas adjacent activities (these are distinct from Winter activities btw. I enjoy ice skating and skiing but it has nothing to do with the miracle of immaculate conception lol) but this made me feel a strange (to me) sense of excitement and giddiness.

The kind of stuff you feel when u are a naive child on xmas eve. The kind of bubbly glee you feel when you drink your first carbonated beverage.

🤭

Idk if your other stories take place in the same “world” but I’m sooooo curious about the mysterious boss who may or nay not be Santa, the working conditions for the elves, where this whole thing takes place, etc.

Like, where did Ransom run off to? How many other elves live in this house? What kind of work do they do? I NEED TO KNOW 🙏🙏🙏

𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒂

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

warning - smut, getting yourself off with another’s hand, slight somno, human reader, tiny elf male, stalker behaviour.

18+ only please, this is dedicated to @royalsweetteaa, the gif and header aren’t mine.

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

Ransom grumbles as he tries to crawl onto the bed, his little pointed ears twitching with frustration. Tiny hands grip the bedsheets, swiftly but carefully pulling himself up. He lets out a huff when he manages to climb up, and grumpy eyes focus on your sleeping form as he stumbles over. His cock straining against the black tights his boss forces him to wear, along with the stupid pointed hat and the hideous red and green sweater.

Ransom licks his lips as he finally gets to have you, having watched you for a long time. Holding himself back from indulging his desires, but because it’s finally the month of Christmas, he thought, screw it. He deserves a present, after all.

His small nose twitches when he gets closer to your smooth flesh. The scent of candy canes and hot cocoa fills his senses. Ransoms eyes zero in on your open hand, the thought of rubbing his throbbing member against it causes shivers to spread throughout him, and he picks up his pace, quickly crawling onto your palm.

The tiny elf swiftly pulls his pants down, his impressive cock springing free and hitting him on the stomach. The swollen mushroom tip is an angry red as it leaks large amounts of pre-cum. Ransom groans as his cock throbs and the weight of his heavy balls get to him, kneeling on your palm. A sigh of relief leaves his lips as your soft skin touches his angry cock.

He wraps his arms around your thumb as he ruts against your palm. His small grunts and groans fill the air. Ransom gently bites down on your skin as his pre-cum leaks out, making it easier to thrust.

He picks up his pace, and his pointed ears twitch as he growls. “That’s right, you little bitch. You’ll take this cock. All your good for is giving me pleasure.” He mutters against your candy-scented flesh, loving the feel of you against him. Ransom’s cock begins to twitch and throb, his balls tightening, and his hips start to stutter, desperately wanting to leave his mark on your skin.

Ransom places soft, rushed kisses across your hand. Bratty whines leave his lips as he feels his end quickly approaching. His eyes close, not noticing your fingers slightly twitch as you begin to wake. A soft hum leaves your lips as you slowly blink your eyes open. Ransom's eyes snap open. His warm cum spurts out of his tip and covers your palm before whipping around and staring at you with wide eyes.

His heart beats rapidly in his chest as you stare at him before your eyes slowly move down to his softened cock. Ransom quickly pulls his tights back up, tucking his thick, soft cock back inside his pants before he darts off. His hands grip your sheets as he slides down and darts across the carpeted floor. You lean up, watching the tiny man leave, brows furrowed as confusion settles in.

Your eyes move over to your palm, focusing on the rapidly cooling cum. You lift your hand to your face, eyeing the liquid before curiously poking your tongue out. Your cunt clenching around nothing as a sweet Christmasy taste explodes on your tongue.

As you lick it up, you think of how handsome the tiny man was. Your eyes slowly move across your floor and to your open door, swearing that you saw someone, but as you blink. No one was there.

You shake your head, believing this all to be a dream, as you fall into your soft silk pillow, snuggling into your cosy sheets as you drift off into a deep slumber.

thank you for reading!

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