#deck the halls

[atomic-chronoscaph]

A Muppet Family Christmas (1987)

[trochaic-mutant-ninja-tetrameter]

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

(inspired by the winter solstice post bc i read it in that tune first)

🎶Falalalalala! Lalalala!🎵

(this is deeply cursed information and i intend to inflict it on my entire family. thank you very much.)

[laughingsquid]

The Crew of Next Generation, Deep Space Nine and Voyager Sing 'Deck the Halls' From the Holodeck

[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.

[chernobog13]

Two weeks to go.

Happy Holidays!

[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.

[blondebrainpowered]

Pee-Wee's Playhouse Christmas Special, 1988

Rip Lynne Marie Stewart

[laughingsquid]

Musician Sings the Lyrics From Black Sabbath's 'War Pigs' to the Merry Tune of '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 your short 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.'

[baltharino]

Deck the Halls (2006) Dir. John Whitesell

[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

[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

[douglasbradburyverne]

Deck the Holodeck