#deck the halls

[atomic-chronoscaph]

A Muppet Family Christmas (1987)

[hpysprkl]

He's finally DONE, baby! Sexy holiday pinup Deacon (inspired by @deathclaw-for-cutie's sexy holiday pinup Hancock).

And if you've enjoyed the art I've made this year and want to drop a tip in my tip jar, I made a thing for that (and I have a couple gifts for you - a nice high-res printable of this art, and a mobile wallpaper edition as well!).

Very much looking forward to another year of drawing my beautiful bald wife (okay, and maybe also sometimes other people) and I hope you are, too!

[newrochellechallenger2019]

day 3 - blowjob

patrick zweig loved getting his dick sucked. honestly, he thinks it's better than penetrative sex, the feeling of a girls warm mouth around his dick, her spit coating his tip as he pushes it down her throat, it was the perfect stress relief.

which is why he'd hired you, to be his secretary. in your three months in this position, you'd probably been given more facials than answered phone calls about his plans for re-election in the city council.

so, it's no surprise to you when the intercom beeps, a signal patrick wanted to see you in his office and you grab a hairband instinctively as you pass the trail of balding white men leaving the meeting, his board of directors.

you slip into his office, closing the door and smoothing out your skirt. he looks up from his computer to look at you. 'you wanted to see me?' you squeak politely and he nods 'yeah, yeah i did.' he says flatly, eyes back on his computer.

'how was your meeting?' you continue despite his apparent disinterest, adjusting your blouse. 'tedious' he sighs, standing up and walking round his desk, unbuckling his belt as he does so, 'you'd think a group of rich old men would have more than enough money to spare in endorsing my campaign on improving schools round here but no-' he huffs, frowning.

he stops in front of you, towering over you, tilting your chin up to face him, studying your face, before pressing his lips to your jawline, kissing along it and tilting your head with his hands and you purr appreciatively. he kisses up to your ear, biting on the lobe.

'get on your knees darling' he breathes in your ear and your core heats up, immediately sinking to your knees in submission, looking up at him obediently.

'good girl' he grins, unzipping his trousers and sliding his boxers down to it all pools at his ankles. you're at eye level with his erection now and your tongue swirls his tip, working him up and he groans 'oh- needed this- fuck'.

you wet your mouth as you begin to take him, slowly, familiarising yourself with his girth. patrick fights the urge to shove his dick down your throat and call it a day. you slobber over his cock, it mixing with his precum in your mouth, and he moans, thank god for soundproof offices.

it doesn't take long for him to start to move his hips, forcing his dick further down your throat and you let out a choked whine, merely an encouragement to him, 'ohh nghshit- that's it'. his head is thrown back in pleasure and you fight to take all of him, cheeks hollowed.

his tip hits the back of your throat and you practically gag, though you both know you were into it, a sign of complete submission to him. 'fuck-mmph-you take me so well', he growls, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and tugging you back and forth on his dick and you splutter, lost in desire.

'yeah baby' he grunts between moans, thrusts becoming more erratic, he was getting close. he pulled out of your throat, a line of spit and precum still connecting you both as you catch your breath.

'stay there- not finished with you-mmph' he pants, fisting himself to release and you wait obediently, until his salty jizz spurts onto your face, coating your cheeks and nose. 'ohhh fuck fuck fuck fuck' he moans through his orgasm, before pausing to take in the sight of you.

'cum covered slut' he hisses, recovering and pulling his clothes back on. you stay kneeled, waiting for dismissal, the end of this game.

'you might wanna go to the bathroom' he grins, patting your head. you stand, dusting yourself off and nodding in acknowledgement. you slip back out of his office and hurry down to the bathroom to wash your face, trying to ignore the growing wet spot of arousal in your panties.

[ghostgirl-22]

Deck the halls 🎄💫

Day 3: Blow Job

CW: 18+ !NSFW!

Pair: Artrick

—-

Arts waking up mildly disoriented, feeling all warm and achingly aroused from his dream. Another one about the Junior US Open, the hottest thing about it every time he wakes up from one…is that it actually happened.

He hears Patrick sigh, Art’s been pressed up against him doing God knows what in his sleep. He blinks himself awake and remembers now that they fell asleep on the the living room floor, Patrick next to him spread out on couch cushions and blankets. His sister on the sofa. They’d had peppermint Jell-O shots. Disgusting but also really, really strong. Art sits up and looks over at the sofa… thankfully empty. The television is also off, fireplace put out. Only thing still on is the Christmas tree but outside is still deceptively light, it must’ve snowed after all.

Patrick sighs again and rolls over. “She’s been in her bed for hours, it’s okay.” He says, reassuringly, his hand falling on Arts waist.

Art feels the heat flood his cheeks. “I’m sorry,” Art murmurs. It might be embarrassing but it’s not the first time he’s shared a bed with Patrick and had a wet dream. Not even the first time he’s pressed up against him. It is the first time though that Patrick starts rubbing between his legs.

“Patrick, what are you—” Art gasps.

“t’s okay, lay down,” Patrick says, softly. It’s so quiet and warm Art feels oddly calm when Patrick moves in between his legs, sliding his checkered pajama pants down his thighs. So calm except his heart pounding in his ears.

“You were moaning in your sleep,” Patrick says, his breath ghosting along Arts bare thighs.

“I’m sorry,” Art whispers again. It’s bright enough that Art can see the way Patrick’s eyes sparkle from the light of the Christmas tree, as they fall over Art’s body. Art covers his face. It doesn’t stop the way his body is lighting up. Patrick doesn’t even have to do anything. Ever since the junior Open Patrick’s been looking at him like that. And every time it feels like a sin. Even messier on the floor of his parents living room.

“What time is it?” Art whispers, trying to ease the tension.

“Why? Do you want to know if Santa came?” Patrick teases.

Art rolls his eyes and then he feels it. Patrick kissing along his thighs, his tongue flitting along his balls. Teasing swipes along the underside of his cock. And after all the kissing that happened at the Open. And all the kissing that happened after… Art knows how good Patrick is with his tongue.

Art swallows down on a moan. His parents house is big, echoey. And god forbid somebody wake up and catch them. Art knows he should make him stop but Patrick is so warm and it feels so good. He feels the heat of Patrick’s mouth enveloping him properly before he lets it slide out. It feels and sounds so wet, Art can’t help moaning. He presses his hips up.

“Shh…You’re gonna get me in so much trouble,” Patrick says gently, rubbing Art's stomach and filling his mouth again.

Art plays his fingers into Patrick’s hair. He’s had blow jobs before but this feels surreal like an extension of his dream. Tashi’s lips, Patrick’s mouth, his whole body thrumming with need for both of them.

He pulls his knees up. Soon the only sound is the silent snowfall, Patrick breathing him in, the wet sound of sucking, and Art’s own stifled moaning, his voice foreign to his ears as he moves his hips helplessly into the feeling. Even as his body starts to sieze the force of it all takes him by surprise. He’s moaning so loud he has to pull one of the cushions over his face to muffle the sound as it moves through him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, as he’s coming down. He looks down at Patrick grinning up at him from between his legs. Hair messy, licking his lips, eyes still all sparkly and dilated. Feels too good.

Art sits up looking around to make sure it’s still quiet. “You think I’m gonna get coal in my stocking now?” He whispers, biting down on a grin.

“Getting drunk and then moaning like a slut on your grandmas rug the night before Christmas. Oh you’re going on the naughty list for sure,” Patrick smirks.

Art smiles gazing at him, the outline of his cock visible in his shorts. “You want me to try it?” He asks, shyly.

“Mmhm.”

“I’ve never done it before,” Art says, quietly.

“That’s okay, I can show you,” Patrick says.

“Okay but you have to promise to be quiet,” Art says softly, climbing onto his lap.

“Mm I promise,” Patrick says wrapping him up into a kiss.

[justajollyclown]

Jolly clown hands out presents.

[judeable-brainrot]

Deck The Halls🎄Day 2 | NSFW | New Positions

Art Donaldson is always worried about your sex life becoming a drag. It’s something he just can’t get over after his failed marriage with Tashi. The fear of disappointment is rooted deep into him. So, he does his best to spice things up every few weeks, whether that’s playing with kinks or speed or toys, but this week he wants to try something new. Very new…

It’s getting steamy one night, him sloppily kissing you as he leads you backwards into the bedroom, gently pushing you back on the bed. He crawls over your body, kissing his way up to your neck to nip and nuzzle at your skin there, subtly grinding his hips against yours. “I..wanna try something new tonight..” You smile and chuckle briefly. He always wants to try something new. “What is it this time?” He blushes faintly. “A..new position..” Your smile falters just a bit, lust fighting its way back into your face. You tangle a hand in his hair and pull his head back so you can meet his gaze. “Oh?” He stares up at you sheepishly. “Yeah..” “Which one?” Art swallows before softly saying: “Eagle..”

One thing leads to another and he now has you undressed and prepped, kissing you hard but slow before pulling away. “Ready?” You nod eagerly. “Yeah..” He sets himself up in the normal missionary position, but guides your legs over his shoulders. He’d wanted to try this for a while but he was nervous about hurting or overextending your body. But you had liked the idea so. He leans down face to face with you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he slides himself inside. You gasp loudly, the position offering a d e e p deeeeep full feeling. Your hands grip his biceps tightly. “Fuck—Art..!” He kisses your cheek and then your neck, starting to pull out and push back in, gradually building up his pace.

You gasp and moan out at every movement, scratching and clawing at his skin. “Y-You’re so deep—oh fuck, Art!—shit..I-I can’t-!” Every word, every sound from you is just fuel to the fire inside of him and soon he’s forgotten his worries and just begins to pound in and out of you, panting hard. “Fuck, yeah?—l-like that?—oh god, fuck!” He can feel every bump of his leaking tip against your squishy insides and it’s driving him wild. You dig your nails in, body bouncing, the sensation overwhelming. “A-Art I-I’mmmmmmm’nna cummm…!!” You whine out. He moans, going harder, his hips on fire from the pace. “Y-Yeah! Oh god, please! Please cum, w-want you to—need you to!” You clench around his cock, squeezing your eyes shut until your vision whites out and you cum with a cry, painting your chest. He watches you, watching your face contort, feeling your legs quake on his shoulders, and it’s too much.

He cums deep with a sharp cry of your name, panting hard, all but collapsing on top of you and your own sticky mess. You both lay panting for a while before you feel him kiss your collarbone, down your body to lick up your mess softly. He gently pulls out, watching his spend leak from inside you, his spent cock twitching again at the sight. Art moves down and kisses your thighs and your knees, nuzzling the skin affectionately, making sure he didn’t hurt you.

“Did you like it?”

[chernobog13]

Two weeks to go.

Happy Holidays!

[blondebrainpowered]

Pee-Wee's Playhouse Christmas Special, 1988

[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

it's steddiemas!! i am so excited for these prompts!!! i'm sure i'm not going to make something for each day, but there are a good few that i'm excited about; my plan is to make all the ones i do write be one story, but we'll see how that goes 😅

@steddiemas Day 1 - Deck the Halls

pairing: steddie | word count: 1,793 | rated: G

Eddie wakes up too early on November 1st. But hey, when nature calls, you answer.

He takes care of business and is turning back to the guest room he’d crashed in last night when a movement catches his eye.

Someone is awake already, and is weaving a string of artificial greenery along the bottom of the rail where the second floor is open into the living room.

Eddie takes another step forward and sees Steve's face peeking up over the floor, perfectly and completely content. The seemingly always furrowed brow he has is gone, his eyes are soft, and his lips set into a just barely there smile as he hums quietly to himself.

“Steve?” He immediately regrets interrupting Steve’s peace, as he startles at the sound of Eddie’s voice.

He looks up at Eddie briefly, then immediately relaxes back into his task. “Oh, you’re awake! Listen, I love you man,” Eddie’s stomach swoops at the words. “But I'm kinda in a groove right now, so once a couple of the others are up I’ll start making breakfast, ‘kay?”

Eddie nods in agreement despite Steve already looking away back to the garland in his hands. He really wants to ask why in the actual hell he’s hanging Christmas decorations the literal day after Halloween, but what comes out is “How are you not dying right now?”

Steve’s hands pause, and he blinks up at Eddie in confusion so he continues, “You had just as much to drink as I did last night…?”

Understanding floods the other man’s face. “Oh! I have a splitting headache right now.” Steve says, getting back to the task at hand and weaving the end of a string of lights through a gap between the banisters.

“Yet you’re awake. And putting up Christmas decorations.”

“Yes.”

The crease re-appears between Steve's brows, though not nearly as deep as usual. 

“Cool. Cool. Follow up question: why are you putting up Christmas decorations?? It’s only the day after Halloween!”

Steve stiffens at that, his brow furrowed fully now.

‘Shit, take it back asshole!’ Eddie chides himself.

“Exactly. It’s time for Christmas.” Steve sniffs, pausing before he continues in a soft voice, “I like Christmas..”

He doesn’t look back up at Eddie, and is now shoving the garland and lights through each gap in the railing, rather than slowly guiding them through.

Eddie watches him for a couple moments then says, “Alright big guy, what can I do to help?”

Steve is immediately relieved, looking back up at Eddie with a big smile (and no crease between his brows, thank you very much), “Wanna put the decorations on the mantle?”

“Sure thing Stevie,” Eddie smiles back at him, turning on his heel to trot down the steps and hang a left into the living room.

He freezes, taking in everything around him he couldn’t see from his spot in the hall upstairs.

There’s red and green tubs, boxes stacked upon boxes, loose strings of cranberries and shedded artificial pine needles absolutely everywhere.

There’s also a complete lack of any Halloween decorations left in the giant room. 

So, in the last however long Steve's been awake, he has: cleaned up from their party the night before, put away all the spooky decorations, pulled out a department store’s worth of Christmas decor, and is currently hanging garlands from atop a—holy shit!

“Steve! Why the fuck are you up so high??”

Steve twists back at Eddie's outburst, looking confused as all hell. “What do you mean, ‘Why?’? You just saw me upstairs, how else am I supposed to hang this?” he says, shaking his arm full of un-placed pine and the ladder in the process.

“You could’ve put them in from upstairs! On stable ground!” Eddie stresses, scrambling between and over boxes of holiday cheer to get to the other end of the room.

“I’m fine Eddie, I’ve been on a ladder before.” Steve snorts, going back to his lights. 

“Steve, sweetheart, you cannot be up that high on a ladder without someone holding onto the bottom!” Eddie says, finally getting over to him and grabbing onto it with both hands, leaning his weight onto it. “What if you fell? No one was awake! What if no one heard you!”

“Please.” Eddie could hear the eye roll in Steve’s voice, “I was perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, well, Wayne would kill me if I let you commit an OSHA violation.”

“What’s an OSHA?”

“Nevermind, keep working Stevie.”

He continues to work steadily, weaving and pruning the fake greenery to his liking and bunching up the end to stuff between two posts when he decides to come down.

He comes down the ladder and makes to move it when Eddie stops him.

“Oh no you don’t, you’re not going back up there.” he states, quickly letting the ladder fall together back from its extended length.

“I’m not done!”

“Didn’t say you were.” he says, leaning the ladder against the wall instead, out of the way, “You’re just going to do this from up there instead.”

For a moment, it looks like Steve is going to argue, but he gives up before he even starts, huffing petulantly and grumbling up the stairs. “And they call me ‘Mom’.”

“Thanks, Stevie!” Eddie calls after him.

“Yeah, yeah.."

Eddie snorts a quiet laugh, but goes back to his original task. He starts examining the boxes strewn out in front of him, the one labeled ‘GARLAND’ is already open, another boasts the title ‘LIGHTS’, another just says ‘KITCHEN’; after three huge tubs labeled ‘TREE’, he finds a smaller cardboard box with ‘MANTLE’ scrawled onto the side with marker.

You can’t say Steve isn’t organized.

He pulls open the top and starts to pull out the decorations. Everything in this box is colored in the few same shades of red, muted green, a handful more in bright silver. From the bottom, he pulls out a much shorter string of garland than the one Steve’s still fluffing to perfection upstairs, this one wound with a thick red, white, and green plaid ribbon.

“What?” Steve calls down after Eddie starts to laugh.

“More plaid, Steven?” Eddie grins, turning to show the garland in his hands.

This time, Steve snorts out a laugh, “Shut up, man.”

Eddie digs a little farther and comes back out with a small plastic box of thumbtacks and gets to work on the mantle. Using the ribbon to pin the length to the wood above the fireplace, he sets it in place along the edge, glancing up to fluff the fake branches out how Steve’s got the ones upstairs.

He gets into his own groove in no time, going back and forth from box to fireplace and placing the various baubles and tchotchkes how he thinks they should be. The clunky and gaudy seeming holiday themed frames at the bottom of the box throw him off for a moment, but soon there are years of awkward pictures of the shitheads leaning along the mantle.

A little red frame holds one of Max and El laughing brightly in just as brightly colored make-up and clothes, a framed polaroid of Robin and Steve in their Scoops uniforms, one of Will dressed up for Halloween; The pictures all must only be a few years old, Steve didn’t really get to know the kids until ‘84, but this little Dustin in the frame with the 3D train on it, and this one with a very disgruntled-looking Mike with his hair slicked flat in an over-the-top tree frame go right in the front.

“Nancy gave me that one of Mike, if you can believe it. He’s gonna hate that it’s up here.” Steve says from behind him now, a smile in his voice “Claudia gave me this one of Henderson. It’s actually from before their Snow Ball back in Middle school, I did his hair.”

Oh fuck, that’s adorable. Eddie’s heart squeezes in his chest. “You never told me that,” he says, accepting the last frame from Steve. A bright blue one with a Teddy Bear in each of the bottom two corners. This one has a JC Penney professional-looking shot of Erica and Lucas in matching holiday sweaters. Definitely a Mrs. Sinclair specialty.

“Erica gave me that one last Christmas, after everything happened at Starcourt.” he smiles, “They’re gonna hate that they’re all up like this.”

“Good.” Eddie grins, turning to face the other man, “What’s next, Stevie?”

They spend the next couple hours decorating; Steve tackles the tree next, working on it while he directs Eddie what to put up next, and making sure to call him back for any more ladder use at Eddie’s insistence.

At one point, Robin shuffles out from the first floor guest room she shared with Nancy, but she takes one look around and shuffles back down the hall.

Sooner than he thought, Eddie finds himself standing in the middle of a Sears catalog. The tree is huge, a fake one to fit the Harringtons’ high ceilings, covered in multicolored lights, red, green, and silver baubles, stringy silver tinsel, a sparkling star on top. 

The stair railings are lit up along both the top and bottom, the kitchen towels and utensils swapped out for holiday themed ones, even the front doormat is switched out for a Christmas themed one.

Steve is wandering around the place, vacuuming up stray glitter and pine needles, poking and prodding things until he’s satisfied, and Eddie is packing up anything unused and carting the tubs and boxes back to the garage.

After his last trip, Eddie swings back through the door to the living room under the steps at the same time Steve is coming back through the other way, both his arms filled with the last of the unused lights.

They collide, of course, and Eddie bends forward on instinct to catch any falling strings

“OOf–shit sorry, Stevie, I–” he glances up at Steve’s face for just a moment, but looks back up immediately, standing straight and keeping his eyes trained on something past Steve’s face, taped haphazardly to the underside of the doorframe.

“It’s okay, Eds, you oka–what’s wrong—?” Steve looks up as well.

Mistletoe.

“Mistletoe? How’d that–? Eddie, I didn’t– You–we don’t have to—”

Eddie’s lips find themselves brushing against the warm, soft skin of Steve’s cheek before the younger man can collect his thoughts.

He lingers there for a moment, pulling back with the lights in his arms instead. “I’ve got these, sweetheart, wanna get started on breakfast?”

Steve looks completely floored, his face flushed red and mouth agape; Eddie gives him a quick wink, then turns back toward the garage just before his own face starts to burn hot. “Holy shit,” he whispers to himself, smiling wide, “Jesus H. Christ.”

it was 100% robin that taped up the mistletoe in case you were wondering lmao

i looked up to make sure OSHA was around in '86 and it was established in 1970, enacted in 1971. if you assume wayne is a union man like i do, he would've definitely known all about proper OSHA compliance

also, i looked up old pictures of 80s era christmas trees and when abouts fake trees came into popularity (which was in the 80s :o) ) to get the descriptions right, and you just know the harringtons would've been on top of all the trends (though i think steve would prefer stringy strips of tinsel over long garlands of the stuff).

other parts! Pt. 1 (Day 1) [YOU ARE HERE] | Pt. 2 (Day 2) | Pt. 3 (Day 5) | Pt. 4 (Day 6) | Pt. 5 (Day 7) | Pt. 6 (Day 11) | Pt. 7 (Day 13) | Pt. 8 (Day 18) | Pt. 9 (Day 21) | Pt. 10 (Day 25) also on AO3! this year

[baltharino]

Deck the Halls (2006) Dir. John Whitesell

[sotwk]

The halls are decked at the SotWK Blog!

Wallpapers don't always show up properly in every device/browser, so I thought I'd share a view of my Christmas-decorated blog page here!

The profile pic is by @emmanuellececchi, who graciously made a bunch of hoilday-themed icons for for everyone to use! You can check them out HERE! I'm deviating temporarily from my Thranduil pfp in favor of Legolas giving my other favorite blorbo a BIG HUG! In this house we stan Boromir!!! Brotherly love is what Christmas is all about!

Thank you to the ever-talented @baek-art, whom I commissioned to create my holiday picture! This is chibi little Legolas on a snowy day, hanging out and enjoying some hot chocolate with his big brother, Mirion (you might think it's Thranduil--but look at the green eyes!). If you're interested in commissioning Baek, their info and order form are HERE.

Have a Merry Holiday Season, everyone!!! Stay warm and cozy!

[guysshowingofftheirmuscles]

Deck The Halls

[newrochellechallenger2019]

why not? (will i keep up with this?...no)

day 1 + 2 - undressing + new positions

you appear in the bedroom doorway, striking a pose dramatically. your hair is done, curled to perfection and yourshort dress hugs every curve.

art's sat on the edge of the bed, tying his tie in the mirror before glancing over at you, his gaze turns ravenous as he takes you in, looking you up and down.

'ready to go?' you grin, blushing at the way he's looking at you.

right. the charity gala. art blinks rapidly, snapping out of his wild thoughts. 'yeah, c'mere a sec baby, give me a hand would you?' he says innocently, hands trying to do his tie. and you stroll over to him.

he pulls you into his lap and you squeal, he brushes a stray hair off your face. 'i like this' he breathes, smirking. 'and the dress too...'

you bite your lip, 'yeah?' you purr seductively, feeling his dress pants grow tight beneath you. 'it's new.' his hands run down your waist, feeling the fabric against his fingers.

you arch your back at his sultry touch and his hand move around, towards the zipper on the back of the dress, a slow grin spreading back across his face, 'you know what'd look even better?' and you groan in feigned annoyance, 'don't say it- don't you dare!' but you can't hide the matching grin on your face.

he undoes the zipper with ease, blue eyes gazing lustfully into yours, lifting the dress up, 'arm's up baby c'mon' he coaxes gently and you obey, the dress tossed aside immediately.

he makes an appreciative noise as his fingers brush along your sides, hooking in your bra strap, you squeak as he pings it against you. he begins kissing your neck, biting and sucking and you let out a low whine as he unclasps your bra, tossing that aside too.

you tilt your neck to give him better access and you can feel his smirk against your skin. 'good girl' he breathes before he suddenly lifts you up and flips you over so you're splayed across the bed. he stands then, undoing his belt, and you reach, eager to help him undress and he shakes his head, 'you just lay there and look pretty darling' and you blush, arranging yourself on the bedsheets, only in your panties.

he pulls his shirt off over his head, revealing his muscular tennis physique, kicking his trousers and boxers aside before clambering on top of you. 'so pretty, you hear?' he murmurs, sucking a dark mark into your collarbone and you whimper.

he moves along your body, down towards your panties, murmuring compliments between every kiss before halting, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, looking up at you for confirmation and you nod desperately. he pulls your panties down, taking in your glistening pussy like it's his first time seeing it.

'already?' he teases, like his cock isn't throbbing too, and you blush, embarrassed. 'it's cute, baby' he continues, his finger collecting the wetness around your folds and your hips buck, suddenly eager and he grins.

he slowly slips a finger inside your waiting hole and you let out a soft moan at the intrusion. he crooks his finger so it hits your g-spot and you squirm, 'oh- fuck- yes-'. and his eyes light up, 'you like that?' and you nod ferverishly, he adds a second finger, the wetness leaking from your pussy obscene.

as he's finger-fucking you, your gummy walls clenching around him, he looks up at your flushed face, 'i wanna try something new baby' he murmurs, 'how flexible are you?'.

your brow furrows. 'uhh...ngh...pretty flexible i- mmph- guess', 'good' art says as he pulls his fingers from your cunt, you whine at the loss of stimulation but you watch hungrily as he uses your wetness to lube up his cock.

he grabs your thighs and lifts them up, pushing your feet closer to your head, oh, you grab your feet and pull forward as far as possible, your hole now even more visibly open and dripping.

his lines up his tip with your entrance before pushing in, it's thicker than his two fingers and you whimper. he continues to push, his cock rubbing up against your walls, his finger finds your clit and begins to rub it and you melt, moaning, giving him more ease to slide in.

he bottoms out in you and groans, 'ngh- so- ngh- tight' and you moan in response, jaw going slack at the feeling of intense fullness. he slides out of your cunt slowly before slamming back in, the new position creating an angle that allowed him to go deeper and you let out a high pitched squeal as he rammed into your g-spot repeatedly.

your eyes glass over and he smirks, 'look at you- mmph- dumb on my fucking cock-' and you nod dazily, almost drooling as he continued to sloppily thrust in and out of you.

'gonna- ngh- cum' you slur and his pace increases, 'cum for me baby', rubbing your clit fiercely and his command sends you over the edge and you cum with an uncharacteristic squirt and a high pitched moan.

he continues to fuck you through your orgasm and you're too dumb to protest, until he cums, pulling out as he does. he kisses your forehead and gets you a glass of water. 'worth trying something new hm?' he says softly and you nod, smiling dazily.

'guess we're gonna be late to the gala.' he jokes and you laugh, 'guess so.'

[ghostgirl-22]

I’m already 100% sure I won’t keep up with all of these but let’s start anyway! Happy December!

Day 1: Undressing

CW: 18+ !NSFW!

Pair: Artashrick (where Art wears a lacy red corset and everybody cheered)

POV!Patrick

——

Patrick joins Tashi and Art at the Christmas fundraiser at Lily’s school. It’s adults only, a whole black tie affair in some expensive hall in New York City. They’re dressed up all gorgeous when Patrick arrives. Art’s in the typical suit and tie. He’s playing with his cuff links all night. Skin a little flushed, probably because of the spiked eggnog. Tashi’s dressed up in red. This fucking barely there, skin tight, slip dress. Fabric so soft it feels like butter. Patrick knows because he’s touched it quite a few times under the banquet table.

Patrick’s not the only one who’s been watching her all night. Wanting her. Watching as it pours over her body, shimmers while she moves. All the husbands are trying (and failing) not to stare.

They’re trying to raise money for all the upcoming events so they hold an auction, tennis lessons with Tashi Donaldson. Art promises to be there for a lesson or two… just to up the price but it sells for more than enough when half of the single dads and teachers fight to outbid each other as she stands on stage trying and failing to look anything less than stunning.

The moms are no better. Art’s one of the more famous dads, possibly the most famous at their school, and the wives are constantly in his face, flirting, asking about tennis. Asking if he would be interested in participating in this year's Santa strip tease?

All for charity of course.

He says no over and over, and Patrick starts to feel bad because he’s getting all warm and anxious from the attention. At least that’s what Patrick thinks. During one of the many faculty performances, Patrick notices Art is sitting on his chair squirming and Tashi’s rubbing his thigh, lightly. Patrick catches his eye and he bites his lip, getting up from the chair. Patrick is curious so he follows him to the bathroom.

“You feel sick?” Patrick asks, gently but he doesn’t look sick. No Patrick recognizes that look. Knows it so fucking well. He doesn’t wait for Art to respond, just grabs him and presses him up against the sink. Art moans, looking back at Patrick in the mirror, wiggling his hips along Patrick’s crotch.

“I can’t fucking do it, I need to go home and take it off,” Art whines.

“Take what off?” Patrick asks, he pulls at the tie loosening it. His mind is going to crazy places, imagining that Tashi put him in a cock ring. Or maybe shoved anal beads inside him.

“I’m not supposed to tell you but she wants me to wear it all night,” Art says quietly.

The bathroom door opens suddenly and Patrick takes only the slightest step back. A man walks in and nods at them, smiling at Art but also looking mildly curious. Luckily he heads over to the urinal without making it weird. Art leaves the bathroom and Patrick adjusts himself and then follows.

“What’s going on with him?” He asks Tashi when he gets back in the banquet hall.

”Nothing,” she smiles and shrugs her shoulders. “Just a little surprise. You’ll see.”

For the rest of the night Patrick’s loses focus. All he wants is to take them home. Get them undressed. Figure out what the surprise is.

It’s late by the time they get in and he’s still wired on spiked egg nog, dancing, and silly Christmas games. He knows Lily is at a sleepover. That he can stay over all night. But he’s still so impatient he cant even wait for the bedroom. He starts grabbing at Art’s waist as soon as he gets his coat off.

He can feel something stiff on Art’s waist and he starts undoing the buttons on his shirt. Pulling at them when he gets a peek at the red lacy corset.

“Oh…” Patrick says. Something breaking inside him. “Oh fuck.”

“Do you like it?” Tashi giggles.

Art is flushed pink. “Laugh it up, Patrick. Ha ha ha,” he says weakly.

“More like ho ho ho,” Tashi smirks, she stands next to Patrick and grabs at Art’s pants, undoing the zipper. He’s wearing matching red panties, barely holding his fully erect cock and balls in and there’s a garter belt… holding up sheer red lace thigh high tights.

“You did so good, baby.” she says softly, reaching in to rub his leaking cock and then tasting her fingertips after.

Art lets out a strangled moan, and starts pawing at her dress.

“Wait, let him look at you,” Tashi says, softly, steadying him.

Patrick is reeling, Art was in this all night. All fucking night and Patrick had no idea, he thinks he might pass out. “Fuck,” he whispers, as he reaches out a shaky hand and palms at Art’s cock. He's so warm and full and he instinctively starts thrusting himself along Patrick’s palm, eyes closed, so needy. “Fuck,” Patrick whispers again.

“Right?” Tashi says, “I picked it out myself. But we had trouble getting on, huh?” She says gazing at Art, brushing the hair back from his forehead. “He couldn’t keep it soft, the lace was driving him crazy. So we had to fuck a few times just to calm him down. He almost messed up my dress.”

“God what a fucking slut,” Patrick whispers softly.

“I know. Such a horny little slut,” Tashi giggles. “Can’t even wear panties without needing to be fucked.”

“’m not a slut,” Art whines, he leans back and forth on his bare feet, letting the dress pants fall to the floor before stepping fully out of them. The lace panties riding up showing off his ass. He starts to pull at the corset like he wants to get it off.

“Oh no…sweetheart, just wait a minute.” Patrick says, breathlessly stopping his movements. “We’re gonna have to take that off nice and slowly, okay?”

Part 2

[lake-lady]

I always feel so cozy once I put my holiday decorations up...I'm not even a winter holidays person I'm a fall holidays person!!

[judeable-brainrot]

Deck The Halls🎄Day 3 | NSFW | Blow Job

Cuddled up on the couch with Patrick, watching a Hallmark holiday movie is one of your favorite activities known to man. You giggle the entire way through it, all the cliches and bad lines getting you bad. Patrick smiles and laughs along with you, enjoying seeing you get such a kick out of this ass movie. That is, until there is a subpar sex scene a few minutes in and the atmosphere changes. You hear Patrick clear his throat and shift around a bit.

When you turn your head, you see him reaching for a pillow and smile, grabbing to stop his hand. “What?” He asks, cheeks a little flush with embarrassment. “You don’t have to do that.” You slip off the couch and onto your knees, taking the pillow instead to use as a cushion. Your hands find his knees, looking up at him. “May I?” His eyes are blown wide as saucers and he nods, breathing heavy. You slowly reach up and pull down his shorts, watching his clothes erection bob and hearing his breath catch at the subtle friction. You palm at his cock, smiling as he twists his head in pleasure. “Shit..” “Yeah? Like that?” He nods adamantly. You lean up and mouth at him over his boxers, licking and suckling, getting the fabric soaked. “Oh!—My god…!” He whines.

You lick one hot stripe up his length and sink your teeth into his waistband, dragging them down his body. His cock slaps against his hairy tummy as he lets out a breath of relief at finally being freed. “Never would’ve guessed a shitty Hallmark sex scene would’ve gotten you so worked up. Are you that desperate for it?” You spit in your hand and work him a little, slowly. He gasps, eyes fluttering. “Fuck—yeah, yes, needed it so bad..” “All from that?” He nods weakly. You smile and lean forward to suckle on his tip, tasting the salty pre that’s gathering there. He grips the couch aggressively. “FUCK!” You hum around him, taking him further and further down your throat, working what you can’t reach with your hand.

He moans and whines, fisting the couch and then your hair as he gets closer and closer. You feel his thighs shake and pull off, traveling down to suckle at his balls. “I need you to say something when you cum..” He groans. “What? What, anything..” You nip at his sack. “Say you’re a slut.” Patrick’s eyes open a fraction. “What..?” “Call yourself a dirty little slut, or you can’t cum.” He whines but agrees and soon you’re back on him, licking and swirling and sucking with a renewed fervor. He gasps hard, head thrown back, mouth open. “Oh shit—baby!” You hum. “Oh fuck—I’m a dirty slut, yeah, I’m a whore—oh god yes—I’m a slutslutslutsluuuutttttughhh!” He cums down your throat with a loud moan, pushing you into his bush as he does. You pull off, lips glossy and panting.

“Was that so hard?”