#festive smut

[lemonflavouredchaos]

smut request? More Dmitri. Always. ❤️ I love everything you've written so far.

Ask and ye shall receive: here's some Christmas Dmitri smut (AKA i am a slut for touch-starved, feral Dmitri) for you 🎄 also thank you 🥺❤️

It was cheesy, stupid, and downright nonsensical, you had to admit; Christmas was hardly high on your list of priorities right now. It certainly wasn't on Dmitri's; adjusting to a whole new world and way of living, he was constantly exhausted... but you wanted him to have the best experience of every season.

That's why you had snuck presents into the house, filled his stocking with chocolate and sweet treats, it was why you had planned a small Christmas dinner... and it was why you had bought this ridiculous outfit. It was meant to be a Mrs. Claus outfit, you had intended to cook in it to make him laugh but it was... revealing.

Very revealing.

In fact, it was almost vulgar, and for a second you wondered if you had ordered the wrong size. It was only when you checked the label that you realized you had, in fact, ordered the wrong costume altogether. You drew in a steadying breath and laughed; you had time to return them. It wasn't the end of the world.

The sound of the door to your small apartment closing made you jump,

"Shit," you whispered and looked around for something to throw on,

"Y/N?" Dmitri called, "are you home?"

"Uh, yes, I am... I'm just..." you tried to find an excuse, but he had already opened the door to the bedroom.

Dmitri tilted his head, eyes flicking over you for a few seconds before he stepped into the room,

"I know," you said, laughing, "I know, I ordered it for..." you trailed off as he circled behind you; in the mirror you saw the expression on his face and felt an electric hum spread through your body. His broad hand trailed the back of your thigh before he dipped his head to kiss your shoulder, "I..." His arms slipped around your waist and pulled you close, his hands tugged the tiny skirt up to expose the red thong that had come with the set,

"You were...?" Dmitri teased,

"I was going to cook Christmas dinner dressed up as Mrs. Claus," you admitted sheepishly, "but..."

"I don't think cooking in this will be safe," he murmured, nuzzling his nose into your neck,

"No," you said, "I'm going to send it back and, ah-" his hand slipped beneath the flimsy thong,

"I don't think you'll be able to," Dmitri whispered, and you could see his smile in the mirror as his other hand moved up to tug the neckline of the dress down, popping a few stitches as he did. Perhaps if you hadn't made that small, whimpering sound he wouldn't have reacted so strongly, but you did, and he tugged the thong sharply, tearing the thin material in one movement. The dress, if it could be called that, came apart just as easily under his hands. When you were bare in the mirror, Dmitri stopped and let his eyes travel over you before he muttered something unintelligible in your ear and tugged you back toward the bed,

"Dmitri," you squealed and squirmed, but you made no real attempt to get away, and he grinned,

"Y/N," He replied as he discarded his shirt,

"You didn't even ask my permission," you teased and he leaned down to press his lips to your ear,

"Forgive me," he murmured, "do I have your permission to fuck you until you scream?"

Damn. You laughed and nodded, making him chuckle and smile as he undid his belt. His fingers slipped between your legs, making you realize how quickly your body had responded to him with a furious blush. Clumsy, fumbling, panting as if he had run a race, Dmitri pressed his cock between your legs and grunted as your body welcomed him.

He went slowly, at first, forehead pressed against yours as he whispered softly about how sweet you looked, how good you felt, how much he had needed this, then his tongue slid across yours and his teeth nipped your lips and his hips started to snap harder, faster, and your whimpers became moans,

"You feel like silk," he grunted, "God it's like you knew I was thinking about you all day." When his eyes were half-closed with pleasure, and his voice dropped to become hoarse his accent was thick and warm,

"Were you?" You ask, voice breathy, punctuated by small gasps as his cock hit a sensitive place inside you. The bed started to creak,

"Mm, you were moaning in your sleep," he whispered, "what did you dream about?" You looked away, blushing, and he laughed,

"I see," he said with a low groan, "like this?" You shake your head. "No? How?"

"In, ah, in the shower," you whimper,

"From behind?" He asked, and his voice was rougher,

"Mm," you nod, legs starting to shake. Dmitri pulled away, making you whine in protest until he turned you roughly and dragged your hips up from the bed so he could line his cock up to your entrance again. He grabbed a pillow and stuffed it under your hips and then, with a chuckle, brought his hand down on your rear,

"Fuck," he said and the growled something that you couldn't understand, only when he sank into you did you realize it was Russian. One broad hand tangled in your hair and he set a brutal pace that made the headboard slam into the wall and your voice rise. The pillow under your hips slipped until the fabric rubbed against your clit and your body started to tingle,

"Don't stop," you gasped,

"Hadn't, ah, planned on it," Dmitri replied as his hand slipped to the middle of yur back and pressed you to the bed firmly, "God you look like an angel." His free hand gripped your hip and pulled you back to meet him with a sharp tug, sending a blinding wave of pleasure through your body. "You should stay like this," he teased, "just like this, all the time."

"Dmitri," you whimpered, trying to find a witty come back in the fog of pleasure,

"Y/N," he said with a hoarse chuckle,

"Please, I need..." your fists balled in the sheets,

"I have what you need," he said and leaned down to sink his teeth gently into the muscle between your neck and shoulder, hips rolling and grinding against you until the pleasure reached a peak; his hand clamped on your mouth, muffling the gasping moans, "shh, darling," he murmured, "don't want to wake the neighbours."

"Fuck you," you managed to gasp when he pulled his hand away, but Dmitri only nodded, cheek slipping against yours,

"If you insist," he groaned, coming apart at the seams as you reached to grip his hand and pulled it up to pull his fingers into your mouth. He whimpered and shivered against your body as he spilled the pressed his lips to your temple.

After a few moments of silence, you managed to gather your thoughts,

"So... you like Christmas then?" You ask,

"Very much," Dmitri said with a breathless laugh and rolled onto his back. You stared at the torn thong on the bedroom floor. The outfit definitely wasn't going back.

[drewsephrry]

my new fav video of him

[thef1diary]

Merry Smutmas - Big Dic Ric Edition

Get ready to unwrap the naughtiest gift of the holiday season! This year, @emchante and I are teaming up to fill your December with festive filth, featuring Danny and only Danny. Specific dates and prompts are listed below:

Dec 1: Mistletoe

Dec 3: Ugly Sweater

Dec 5: Kitchen Sex

Dec 7: Body Heat

Dec 9: Sweet Temptation

Dec 11: Secret Santa

Dec 13: Lingerie

Dec 15: Lap Dance

Dec 17: Stockings

Dec 19: Aphrodisiacs

Dec 21: Naughty List

Dec 23: Strip Tease

🎄 BONUS CHRISTMAS FIC ON DEC 25 🎄

— enjoy the holiday filth and let either one of us know if you want to be on the taglist. All smutmas fics will be tagged with #em & di’s festive filth incase you want to block the tag

[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

"If you cross her, then you cross me” I Matthew Knies☆

Requested: yes/no

Summary: After weeks apart, Matthew Knies finally sees his girlfriend again, his heart racing with anticipation. Yet, the sight of bruises on her arm brings a sharp reminder of why he hates being away from her.

Tropes & warnings: Matthew Knies x reader, established relationship, boyfriend!Kniesy, protective!Kniesy, no real harm (bruise), Smut 18+; Oral sex (f receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside;

Other notes: So, we're at the final stop of our Followers Festival, and I can’t express enough how grateful I am for your input! Writing like this is always so much fun and thrilling, as it's pushing me to explore new challenges 🤗 Thank you so much for joining my little celebration and for reading my work ❤️ Lots of love!

Word count: 2.9K

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You and your boyfriend, Matthew Knies, had been apart for far too long.

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Almost a year ago, your life had taken an unexpected yet wonderful turn, where it all started on a crisp autumn evening when you decided to attend a charity event organised by your company. You hadn’t particularly been enthusiastic about going, but it was for a good cause, and as the newest (and youngest) hire, you felt obliged to make an appearance.

The venue was a beautiful old mansion converted into an event space, filled with elegantly dressed guests, soft music, and the hum of polite conversation. And almost lost in your own thoughts, you casually wandered around, occasionally mingling with colleagues and sampling the delicious hors d'oeuvres, when you suddenly spotted a tall, handsome man across the room. He had a relaxed confidence about him, and you couldn't help but notice the way he smiled as he chatted with a group of people.

Then feeling the need to hold onto something for comfort, you made your way over to the refreshment table near where he stood. And as luck would have it, you both reached for the same glass of champagne at the same time, where the tall man simply laughed, a warm, genuine sound, and motioned for you to take it.

“Looks like we have the same taste,” he said with a grin.

You smiled back, feeling a spark of something you couldn’t quite identify. ��I guess we do.”

“I’m Matthew, by the way,” he introduced casually, extending his hand.

“I'm y/n,” you replied softly, shaking his hand in a polite and friendly manner. His grip was firm yet reassuring, and you found yourself immediately at ease.

And from that small moment, the conversation flowed effortlessly. You discovered that Matthew was a professional hockey player, currently enjoying some downtime before the new season began. He was charming and down-to-earth, with a passion for the sport that was infectious. You shared stories about your jobs, your interests, and your families, finding common ground in unexpected places.

So, as the evening progressed, you both found yourselves gravitating towards each other, enjoying the easy banter and undeniable chemistry. When the event then started to wind down, Matthew hesitated for a moment before asking if you’d like to grab a coffee sometime.

“I'd love that,” you replied, feeling a flutter of excitement.

And so, your relationship began. The first coffee date turned into a series of outings—dinners, walks in the park, movie nights—each one bringing you closer together. Matthew’s schedule was hectic, but he always made time for you, and you quickly found yourself falling for him faster than you had ever thought possible.

By the time you reached the six-month mark, you knew this was something truly special. Despite the challenges of his demanding career and your own busy life, the bond you shared only grew stronger. The time apart was hard, but it made the moments together even more precious.

_

The off-season brought you nothing but more joy and excitement into your life. Matthew had invited you to spend a few weeks in his hometown of Phoenix, Arizona, where you were introduced to everyone. 

And those weeks in Phoenix were nothing but magical, filled with warm, sun-soaked days and cool, starry nights. You visited his favourite childhood spots, hiked the stunning desert trails, and shared countless meals with his family, where his parents welcomed you with open arms, treating you like one of their own.

Matthew took you to some of his favourite local hangouts, where you met his old friends who regaled you with stories of their younger days. And you could easily see the deep bonds he had with them, which made you feel even closer to him. The evenings were your favourite, spent on the porch of his family’s home, sipping cold drinks and watching the spectacular Arizona sunsets.

Those quiet moments, where you could simply enjoy each other's company without any interruptions, were what you cherished the most. 

But as wonderful as those weeks had been, reality eventually intruded, and you were called back to return to work. Matthew stayed back as he was busy with off-season training, his days then filled with rigorous workouts and team meetings, while your own days were consumed by the demands of your job. 

Though you both tried to keep in touch with nightly video calls and sweet text messages throughout the day, it was never quite the same as being together. The screen could never capture the warmth of his touch or the comfort of his presence.

The nights were lonely, and the days felt endless without him. The ache of missing him settled deep in your chest, a constant reminder of the distance between you. You threw yourself into work, trying to fill the void, but it was a poor substitute for the man you loved. Weekends were the hardest. You'd find yourself aimlessly wandering the apartment, lingering over the photos of the two of you scattered around, each one a painful reminder of what you were missing.

And sensing your melancholy, your friends decided to cheer you up. So, they dragged you out one night, determined to lift your spirits. They took you to a lively bar downtown, where the air was thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of loud, pulsing music. And for a while, it worked. The drinks flowed, laughter came easily, and the music helped drown out your thoughts as you danced with your girlfriends, trying to forget how much you missed Matthew.

But then, amid the flashing lights and the thumping bass, a man approached you. At first, he seemed harmless, just another person looking to have a good time. But as the night wore on, his behaviour became more insistent. He moved closer, invading your personal space, and his touch lingered on your arm longer than was comfortable. You tried to signal politely but firmly that you weren’t interested, yet he didn’t seem to take the hint. At one point, his grip even tightened around your wrist, and though you managed to pull away, the encounter left you shaken.

Nothing overtly dangerous happened, but his touch left you feeling unsettled. You felt a surge of anger and frustration, not just at the man who had crossed the line, but at the circumstances that had left you vulnerable and alone. You wished Matthew had been there, his presence a shield against the world.

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Fortunately, only two days later, you stood at the airport, your heart pounding with anticipation. The noise of the bustling crowd, the rolling of suitcases, and the constant announcements over the intercom all faded into the background as you anxiously scanned the throngs of people for a familiar face. Every second felt like an eternity. But then, through the sea of strangers, you finally spotted him. Matthew’s tall frame and broad shoulders were unmistakable.

Your heart leapt as your eyes met his, and you saw his face break into a wide grin that mirrored your own. And without a moment's hesitation, you dashed towards him, your feet barely touching the ground. When you reached him, you threw yourself into his arms, feeling the solid warmth of his body against yours. And effortlessly, he lifted you slightly off the ground as he hugged you tightly, burying his face in your hair.

“Missed you so much,” he murmured into your ear, his voice rough with emotion.

“Missed you too,” you replied, your voice muffled against his chest. The relief of being in his embrace after so long was overwhelming, washing over you in waves. You could feel the tension of the past weeks melt away as you clung to him, savouring the familiar scent of his cologne and the steady beat of his heart.

So, with no intention of wasting a single moment, you grabbed his hand and headed straight for the car. The drive to your shared apartment was filled with stolen glances and soft touches, the air between you crackling with anticipation. And by the time you reached your place, the need to be close to each other was almost too much to bear.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Matthew’s lips were already on yours, the urgency of your reunion clear in every kiss. His hands roamed over your back, pulling you closer as if to make up for the lost time. Meanwhile, your own hands fumbled with his jacket, eager to feel his skin against yours. You barely made it to the living room before clothes began to come off, a trail of discarded garments marking your path to the bedroom.

And once in the bedroom, Matthew’s hands explored your body, rediscovering every curve he had missed. His touch was both tender and demanding, his fingertips tracing the lines of your body with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine. The kisses grew more passionate as he explored your skin, each touch igniting a fire within you.

He knew your body like a map he’d charted himself, but his touch faltered when he encountered a mark on your arm—a bruise that hadn’t been there before. So, he pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing as he examined the bruise.

“Who did this to you?” His voice was rough, filled with concern and barely-contained anger. His jaw tightened as he looked at you, his protective instincts flaring up.

“It’s nothing, Matts,” you said, trying to downplay it. “Just some guy at a bar… it’s not a big deal.”

“No, this is something!” His eyes were fierce, the protective side of him coming to the fore. “A guy touched you? And bruised you?”

“It looks worse than it was…” you began, but he cut you off with a gentle but firm grip on your chin, tilting your face up to meet his gaze.

Matthew’s face softened slightly, but the anger in his eyes didn’t fully dissipate. “I don’t like thinking about someone else touching you.”

You sighed, reaching up to cup his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek. “I’m alright. I’m here with you now. That’s what matters.”

His gaze remained intense, but then he leaned in, capturing your lips once more in a deep, passionate kiss that stole every bit of air from your lungs. His hands were rough yet tender, conveying the love and longing that had built up over the past weeks. And the kiss was an attempt to claim you, to remind you of his presence and devotion, and you could feel the intensity of his emotions in every movement—how his lips pressed against yours, how his hands held you close. It was as if he was pouring all the missed moments and unspoken words into that one kiss.

And then, Matthew’s focus shifted to ensuring your pleasure, his touch expert and attentive. He started by exploring your body with his mouth, trailing kisses down your jawline and along the valley of your breasts. He lingered briefly at each nipple before continuing downward, moving past your belly button to your core.

Light moans escaped you as he settled between your legs, his arms wrapped around your thighs. He then kissed around your needy centre, his touch both deliberate and tender.

“Please, Matts. I need you,” you whimpered softly, your hand finding his brown locks, as if to pull him closer.

But Matthew just smirked against your skin, tightening his grip before he finally indulged in the craving he’d been holding back. Skillfully, he licked up your folds, drawing moans from you—sweet music to his ears as he savoured your tasty honey.

“Oh yes,” you breathed out, your head sinking deeper into the pillow below you, your fingers gripping his hair. “Mmm, more…”

And your plea was his command. He licked you several times, making sure to explore all of your sensitive areas, before focusing on your sensitive clit. Sucking and nipping, he wasted no time in drawing louder moans from you. And as he sensed your light squirming under his touch, feeling the power he held over you, he worked his skilled mouth with determination.

“Mmm, taste so fucking delicious, baby,” he hummed huskily into your core as he ate you out you like a starved man getting his first meal in months.

“Fuck,” you cried softly as you felt the arousal build within you, a familiar wave of pleasure coursing through your body. You were approaching your climax, and the ecstasy intensified as Matthew continued to suck on your sensitive bead of nerves, making you shut your eyes tightly. And when he then added his long fingers into the mix, it didn’t take long before his skilled tongue pushed you to your first orgasm.

“I’m gonna cu—Matts, I’m coming!”

The sensation was intense, a welcome relief from the tension of your separation.

And as Matthew looked up from between your legs, urging you to meet his gaze, a satisfied smirk played on his lips. “It’s good to be home.”

You couldn’t suppress a smile either, the rush of your orgasm still lingering as he gently moved to hover over you. Feeling the need to shift positions, you then signalled for him to lie on his back.

And Matthew naturally obliged. He always enjoyed when you tried to take charge—emphasis on *trying*, as you both knew that even when you were on top, he was still the one truly in control.

Yet, as you positioned yourself on top of him, you led with fervour and passion. His length was larger than any man you’d experienced before, but whenever he was inside you, it felt like your bodies melded perfectly together. You rolled your hips smoothly, his hands guiding you gently, as your palms pressed firmly on his muscular chest, giving you support to increase your pace at his unspoken command. Then with his thumb pressing insistently against your sensitive clit, Matthew helped you reach another peak. Arching your back and clenching around him, you let his name slip from your lips in a deep moan.

It was a blissful moment as you reached your second orgasm. However, as the rhythm of your movements built, Matthew’s own desire surged. So, with a swift motion, he turned you around into missionary, where he effortlessly took control and began pounding into you with primal intensity. His movements were relentless, driven by his need for release. 

It had been too long. Too long since he had felt himself inside you, too long since he’d climaxed under your touch.

His breathing was erratic, mingling with the sounds of your moans and the echo of skin slapping against skin throughout the room. Your nails dug into the back of his shoulders, and the force of his thrusts pushed both of you to the brink, each touch and movement designed to make the experience as overwhelming and fulfilling as possible.

“Fuck baby…. Oh yes,” he groaned deeply as he spilled his release into you, gasping for air. Matthew knew he finished sooner than he’d usually do, but given the time apart, it was no surprise to either of you.

Besides, you were already satisfied with your own rather quick orgasms he’d caused you. 

You both panted deeply, surprised by how intense and satisfying the reunion felt, more so than you had anticipated. And as you lay tangled in the sheets, the aftermath of your intimacy left both of you spent but content. Yet, you could sense something lingering in Matthew’s demeanour—a worry that hadn’t quite been erased.

“What’s wrong, my love?” you asked softly, tuning slightly to face your incredibly handsome boyfriend, with his Arizona tan. 

But Matthew just brushed a strand of hair from your face, his voice tender and sincere. “I just don’t like thinking of someone else touching you.”

“Then don’t think about it,” you replied, resting a hand on his chest. “Nothing happened. I’m here with you now.”

“But still… if someone crosses you, they also cross me,” he said, his tone resolute and protective. “And I’m not going to let it go. If I knew who it was, I’d…”

“You’d what? Risk your career by punching a stranger in the face?” you chuckled lightly with a cocked brow. 

“No,” Matthew breathed out softly. “I just wanted to make them pay for doing anything like this to you…”

You couldn’t help but smile up at him, touched by his fierce loyalty. “You’re wonderful, Matts. But I can take care of myself when you’re not here. You don’t need to go around and punch people for me.”

“I know you can,” he said, gently pulling you even closer. “I just… I love you so much. I’ve never loved anyone like this before. And… I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’ll never lose me. Not now, not ever.” You pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, reassuring him. 

Matthew’s arms tightened around you, a final, tender embrace as the two of you settled into a peaceful slumber. In that moment, all the fears and uncertainties of the past few weeks faded away, leaving only the certainty of your love for each other.

Well, Matthew, of course, couldn’t let it go completely. So, he interrogated your friends, pressing them for any information about who might have done this to you, earning light chuckles from all of you. However, as weeks passed, the bruises fading, and the hockey season began, the incident faded into the background.

[emchante]

merry smutmas - big dic ric edition

get ready to unwrap the naughtiest gift of the holiday season! this december, @thef1diary and i are teaming up to stuff your stocking with festive filth, featuring daniel and daniel only. the specific dates and prompts are listed below:

december 1st | mistletoe december 3rd | ugly sweater december 5th | kitchen sex december 7th | body heat december 9th | sweet temptation december 11th | secret santa december 13th | lingerie december 15th | lap dance december 17th | stockings december 19th | aphrodisiacs december 21st | naughty list december 23rd | strip tease

彡✩ SPECIAL BONUS FIC ON DECEMBER 25TH 🎄

— enjoy the holiday filth and let either of us know if you want to be on the taglist. all smutmas fics will be tagged with #em & di’s festive filth incase you want to block the tag.

[onlymingyus]

I've Won (Peachy Fall Festival Drabble)

cw; smut -- choi seungcheol x f!reader

written for @horanghater as part of my Peachy Fall Festival for my Peaches on Patreon

Running his fingers through his bleach blonde hair, Seungcheol smirks at you as he kicks the door shut behind him. He had just caught his breath from escaping the crowd and being congratulated again and again after his win. His car had been hot, the track scorching, and the crowd claustrophobic.

But now he was here with you. You didn’t look like you belonged on a race track. You never did but that was why he loved you so much. That’s why Seungcheol loved this part so much. You were like fresh rain on his touched starved skin when you moved into his arms, letting him kiss you.

“Congratulations, Cheol.”

Shaking his head, Seugcheol smiles against your lips as he runs his hands under your ass to grip at your thighs, causing you to squeal when he lifts you suddenly. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you smile against his lips, feeling the wall against your back, allowing Seungcheol to press his body tightly against yours.

“Thank you, baby. I’m here to collect my prize.”

Laughing playfully, you lean your head back, feeling Seungcheol’s lips bruising your jaw, his cock hardening, pressed between your legs.

“I thought you won a trophy?”

Nipping at your skin, Seungcheol growls at your words when you tease him. He knew you wanted him just as much as he wanted you. He was full of adrenaline from being trapped in his car for so long, thinking of you and all he would do to you once he had won. Now he had you right where he wanted you.

“All I want is you. All I need is to be inside of you.”

Your nails running along his shoulders, the material of his tight shirt leaving little to your imagination, all you can manage is to moan his name when you fell Seungcheol slipped his fingers between your legs. His lips spread into a smirk against your jaw at the sound when he plays with the button of your jeans before popping them open.

“Now I feel like I’ve won something.”

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[ughgoaway]

White Christmas

Content warnings; blowjobs, face fucking, facials/cumming on face, degrading, dumbification, swearing, bad writing and cumplay.

a/n; hey y’all… apparently we are feeling horny this Christmas, so I decided to write some (mediocre) smut! This was all inspired by @abiiors making a joke about a “white Christmas” so you all have her to blame. This is basically an expansion of the letters O and K from my nsfw alphabet the other day because they were some of my favourite bits!! Anyway, merry Christmas, I hope you enjoy??

p.s; im not sure if this will stay up long, ik I say that most times, but honestly, this time, I really don't know if this will be here long lmaoooo

word count; 2.2k ish (pretty short one today bc i wrote it so last minute lol)

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“We’re off now! See you both in a few hours!” Denise yelled back as she and Annie walked out the front door. Mayhem was pulling at the lead with so much strength that she was sure he could pull her arm out of her socket. 

“Alright, see you both later!” You say waving them off. Denise and Annie had decided to take mayhem for a long Christmas walk around the lake and then planned on popping into the only cafe open on Christmas for a couple of hot chocolates, leaving you and Matty to relax on your own for a few hours.

You come into the front room and perch on the sofa next to Matty as he shoves the remaining wrapping paper in a bin bag. He was in full dad-at-Christmas mode, grabbing the paper off people before they'd even finished opening their presents.

He finally settled back on the sofa with a sigh, looking at you with love-filled eyes and a soft smile on his lips, it was then you decided it was the perfect time to show Matty his final gift.

“Okay, I've got one more present for you handsome” You smirk at Matty and stand from the sofa, hurrying towards your bedroom, brimming with anticipation. 

“Baby, we said only one gift each!” Matty shouts after you. He tries to sound stern, but he can't help the smile that sneaks on his face as he speaks, and it's clear as day in his voice. 

“You’ll like it, I promise” You peek your head around the corner and wink at Matty before scurrying off again, leaving him confused but certainly curious. 

5 minutes later, Matty hears you coming down the stairs and turns his head to see you, but snaps it right back when he hears you shout, “Okay, keep your eyes closed!!” he giggles to himself but follows your instructions, shutting his eyes tight. 

“Okay sweetheart, all closed” Matty yells back. He listens for you coming in and has to fight the urge to open them as soon as he feels your presence. 

Matty is pretty sure he could pick you out of a lineup blindfolded, from the first moment he met you he had memorised how you feel around him. He took note of the lingering jasmine that followed you wherever you went and the feeling of warmth that surrounded you.

“Open,” you say shyly. 

As Matty blinked open his eyes, and immediately his face scrunched in confusion. He was expecting you to be standing in front of him with a box in your arms, but there was no sign of you.

Or he thought there wasn't, until he felt a warm hand on his thigh and flicked his eyes downwards. 

“Fuck.” he grunted, staring down at you in awe. 

You were on your knees between his legs, dressed in only bright red lacy lingerie. Delicate bows sat at the top of the straps, in the centre of your chest, and at the waistband of your panties, with thin straps trailing over your collarbones. The lace was transparent, highlighting your pebbled nipples and weepy cunt. Matty could see the darker maroon lace of your panties and could feel himself salivating at the sight.

His stance widened instinctively, and you slid closer to him, already tracing his thigh with a featherlight touch. Red gloves cover your hands to match, the satin shining from the fairy lights spread around the room.

Also coordinating was your makeup. Matty watched your cherry-red glossy lips part as you palmed over his trousers, moaning obnoxiously at the feeling.

“What do you think, babe?” you ask sweetly, smiling at Matty and fluttering your mascara-coated eyelashes at him. Your hands unzip his trousers and fight to pull them down. Matty lifts his hips thoughtlessly, helping you tug down his slacks. He sits watching you with his jaw dropped, his hands itching to touch you.

But he stayed frozen, not wanting to take over your little surprise just yet.

Your sticky burgundy lips leave marks in your wake as you press kisses to his thigh, the gloss sticking to his leg with each peck. The tip of your tongue teases against his skin, running between the smears of red you left behind. 

With a pout, you sit back, pulling a frustrated groan from deep within Matty’s chest.

That was the final straw for him. You coming out dressed like that, all pretty and ready for him already had him fighting the instinct to throw you on this sofa and fuck you until you're sobbing.

But you teasing him with wet, barely-there kisses? He couldn't fucking cope.

He can't keep his hands to himself anymore, one shooting to your hair and gripping it firmly. The tug on your scalp causes a hiss to escape your scarlet lips, followed by a needy moan.

Matty had recently admitted to you that he had discovered a new kink, dumbificiation. also known as; you playing innocent and stupid as he fucked you ruthlessly and called you a cock-drunk slut. so you decide to play it up for him, indulge him in his fantasy.

“Will you show me how to suck you off? Please, sir, I need some help.” You whimper desperately, pleading eyes staring up at Matty. 

You both know you're lying, but somehow, that makes it even hotter for Matty, and he can feel his boxers tightening further.

“Oh is that right, angel?” Matty says with a chuckle, pulling at your hair harshly and forcing another whimper out of your kiss-bitten lips.

“Well I guess I’ll just have to tell you what to do. can you do that, baby? Listen to my instructions?” Matty looks down at you with faux sympathy, even pouting at you teasingly.

He moves his hand to paw at your chest, twisting a nipple cruelly, awaiting your response. 

Any chance at you forming a coherent sentence was gone as soon as you dropped to your knees. Seeing Matty's eyes go black and his breath beginning to quicken made your mind blank, the only thought left was his name over and over.

Matty's other hand moved to your face, caressing your cheek carefully and watching the pink bloom across them. You settle into his touch, your eyes fluttering shut as you do. 

But a harsh slap makes you snap them right back open, the red print of his hand leaving a welt on your face. Tears brim in your eyes, and a needy whimper escapes you, involuntarily clenching your thighs at the feeling. 

“F-fuck” you splutter, already feeling tears fall down your cheek. Matty brings his hand back, and you flinch, sucking in a harsh breath, preparing for the impact. 

But nothing comes. 

Just the warmth of his palm against your flushed cheeks, you quiver at the contact. A sly smile takes over his features before his face settles back into a pout.

“Sorry baby, but you have to keep your eyes on me. How else are you gonna learn, hmm?” Matty teases cruelly, smirking at your fast, needy nods. His mind was spinning at the sight in front of him, his girlfriend so ready and needy for him.

“Oh baby, you can't even speak, huh? Well, if you can't do that, then you are definitely too dumb to understand any instructions, aren't you?” Matty asks, smiling at the pathetic cry that leaves your lips at his questions, embarrassed at the pool that is forming between your legs with each word he utters. 

“That's what I thought baby, let me look after you. I’m gonna fuck your mouth instead, okay? fuck you stupid yeah? Or, more stupid I should say.” He snickers at your face, admiring the hazy look in your eyes. Already slipping into subspace without even really touching him. 

You nod rapidly at him, already eagerly opening your mouth. Matty pulls himself out of his boxers, and you have to fight the ragged groan that threatens to escape you at the sight. 

Hot beads of precum dribble down his shaft, his tip red and angry. You can feel the saliva pooling on your tongue. Matty groans as he grabs his cock and brings it to your lips, but he manages fights the urge to push into your throat for a few more seconds. Determined to torture you a little more.

Matty taunts you by tapping his tip against your bottom lip, smirking at the stings of gloss that come between you, watching the streams of red fall down your chin. A breathless moan from you has Matty grinning before slipping into your greedy throat. 

He grunts at the warm and wet feeling that surrounds him, starting slowly as he ruts into you.

Soon enough, his hips start to snap harshly, increasing in pace as he throws his head back with a wrecked groan. Each plunge into your throat happened faster than the last, and Matty chuckled darkly at the feeling of you drooling around him already.

the sensation drove matty insane. He used to dream of you like this for him, and seeing it in reality was something he would never get used to. all those nights of him fucking his first and whimpering your name were a distant memory as discordant moans left his bitten lips.

“That's it. Fucking take it." demanded Matty, pounding your throat mercilessly. He watches the spit bubble at the corner of your mouth and dribble down your chin onto your chest, wetting your tits as it falls. 

With a hash thrust, Matty forces himself all the way down your throat and holds himself there, gripping the back of your head brutally. He feels you constricting around him, choking on his cock as you fight for air. 

His grip tightens, and he pulls you forward even further, beaming to himself as you cough and sputter around him. You feel drunk from arousal, loving the way Matty is using you like a fuck toy, only considering his own pleasure.

You feel fingers weave in your hair, and he pulls you off harshly, laughing sadistically at the hurried breaths you suck in.

“Not my fault you don't know how to suck me off, if you're too fucking brainless to know what to do then I’ll do what I want.” He forces himself back in your waiting mouth, thrusting frantically and grunting.

Obscene noises fill the air around you, wet and sticky as he fills your throat. But you swallow around him obediently, like you can't get enough of his cock. Drooling around his dick was where you were meant to be, being the submissive slut he always dreamt of.

Matty stares down at you like you were a mirage, what the fuck did he do to get this lucky?

Your lips were stretched and swollen around him, your cheeks hollowed. Each time you hum around Matty he feels his hips stutter, the vibration almost sending him over the edge. 

Streams of black mascara roll down your cheeks, and Matty moves his hand to wipe at them, marvelling at the dark streaks they leave behind. A red ring sat at the base of his dick from your lipstick. His unrelenting force meant all around your mouth was stained red. 

Any lipstick that was on your lips was smudged over the lower half of your face. It matched the hand-shaped mark Matty left on your cheek perfectly. 

He worked at a punishing pace, and with each thrust in your mouth, Matty felt himself teetering on the edge of bliss. But when your hand came up to play with his balls, pulling at them gently and massaging them with your warm hands, Matty was done for. 

“I'm gonna cum. Fuck- can I cum on your pretty face baby? I want to finish off your beautiful makeup.” a garbled yes from you was all the permission Matty needed, pulling out of your mouth and stroking his dick furiously.

You keep your mouth wide open, panting and holding eye contact with Matty, practically begging him to cum. His muscles tense as shockwaves grip his body, stars dancing across his vision.

Hot spurts of white cum fall over your face, painting your cheeks and lips. Streams fill your mouth, and you moan greedily as they do. Streaks of cum fall over your eyelashes, weighing them down as you stare up at Matty hungrily. 

His chest heaves as he looks down at you like an artist stares at their masterpiece, his cum painting your face was akin to looking at the mona lisa for Matty. He threw his head back against the cushions and fought to catch his breath.

Matty's body was limp as you crawled onto his lap, bracketing his hips with thighs and kissing him furiously. Smearing his face with his cum.

He has the fleeting thought that this might be the filthiest blow job he's ever received, smiling into the kiss at the idea.

a slurp fills with air as he sucks on your tongue, tasking the distinctly musky taste that always lingers. You both pull away, panting with Cheshire-cat-like grins on your face.

With a huff, you collapse next to Matty, who is already wiping your face with tissues carefully, staring at you with adoration as he does. 

Balled-up tissues get thrown on the table as you snuggle into Matty's side. He sucks in a shaky breath before speaking.

“Well that was definitely a white Christmas, wasn't it, baby?” he laughs at the groan you let out, burrowing your face into his neck as your cheeks burn.

“Fucking hell. I can't believe I just let you fuck my face, and you say that afterwards." you mumble into his neck, pressing kisses to the collum of his throat.

“Mmm you love me” he teases, pinching at your side playfully.

“You’re lucky I do” you say, pulling back with a smile.

[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

Cross me - “If you cross her, then you cross me” I Joel Farabee

Summary: You and Joel Farabee often clashed, but then one night he saw you in a new light. And when he stepped up to defend you, the shift in your relationship became undeniable.

Tropes & warnings: Joel Farabee x reader, enemies to lovers, reader working for the Flyers, protective!Joel, angry ex-boyfriend, Smut 18+; fingering, unprotected penetrative sex (p in v)

Other notes: Alrighty, babes! So, this one's for the anon who requested Joel Farabee smut 🤗 I have to admit, I wasn't too familiar with him at first, but I hope I've managed to capture his vibe just a little bit 🙈

Word count: 3.1K

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The locker room was buzzing with post-match adrenaline. The Philadelphia Flyers had just secured a thrilling victory, and the air was electric with high-fives and laughter. Joel Farabee, however, couldn't shake off the nagging feeling of unfinished business. And as he pulled off his gear, his eyes drifted to the opposite corner of the room where you stood, talking animatedly with one of the coaches.

You were one of the team’s PR managers, brought in to shake up the Flyers' public image a couple of seasons ago. And from day one, you and Joel had clashed over every little detail—press releases, social media posts, interview schedules. It seemed like every interaction ended in an argument, a battle of wills that neither of you could back down from.

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One particular incident still stood out in your memory. It was the day after a tough loss, and the tension in the locker room was palpable. You had drafted a press release to address the team's performance, emphasising their determination to bounce back stronger. Joel, however, had different ideas.

"Seriously? This makes us sound like we're begging for sympathy," Joel had said, holding up the draft with a scowl.

You crossed your arms, meeting his glare head-on. "It's called damage control, Joel. We need to show the fans that the team is resilient and committed to improving."

But he just shook his head, frustration etched across his features. "We need to be honest, not sugarcoat everything. The fans deserve better than empty platitudes."

"It's not about sugarcoating,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “It's about maintaining a positive image and keeping morale up."

Joel stepped closer, his voice lowering but no less intense. "And it's my job to make sure we’re genuine. The guys don't need to be coddled. They need to feel the weight of their performance and come back fighting."

The argument went back and forth, neither of you willing to concede. Your voices rose, drawing the attention of some of the other players who exchanged wary glances but wisely stayed out of it.

Yet, finally, you threw your hands up in exasperation. "Fine. Let's just put out a bland, generic statement and see how that goes."

"It's not about being bland,” Joel's eyes flashed with irritation. “It's about being real. The fans can tell when we're faking it."

You bit back a retort, recognising that continuing the argument was futile. "We'll revise it together," you said through gritted teeth, barely managing to keep your tone professional. "But we need to find a balance."

Joel nodded curtly, still clearly annoyed but willing to cooperate. "Agreed."

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But tonight, something was different. Joel noticed the way you winced as you moved, your usually bright eyes dulled with pain. 

His brow furrowed in concern. Although Joel wasn’t exactly sure why he cared so much, the thought of you being hurt made his chest tighten.

So, as the locker room began to empty out, he found himself walking towards you. You were packing up your things, your face set in a determined mask.

"Hey," he said, his voice softer than he intended. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

You looked up, surprise flickering in your eyes before they narrowed suspiciously. "What is it, Farabee? Need another fight to cap off your night?"

But Joel shook his head, taking a step closer. "Who did this to you?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

Your eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"The way you're moving. You're hurt. Did someone do this to you?"

You glanced around, as if checking to see if anyone else was listening, then sighed. "It's nothing. Just a little accident. Nothing for you to worry about."

Yet, Joel's jaw clenched. "It is something if someone hurt you."

"Why do you even care, Joel?” your breath hitched at the intensity in his eyes. “We’re not exactly friends."

And with that, you dismissed him as you walked out, leaving Joel a little frustrated. All he wanted was to help, and yet you didn’t want to accept it. He stood there for a moment, watching you go, a mix of worry and helplessness churning inside him. He had never felt this protective before, and it frustrated him that you wouldn't let him in.

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A few nights later, on a rare off night for the Flyers, the team decided to unwind at a popular downtown bar. The atmosphere was lively, with music thumping and laughter echoing from every corner. And naturally, Joel was there, enjoying the night with his teammates, yet his eyes kept drifting toward you. You were mingling with everyone, your laughter genuine as you joked with colleagues and team partners. It was a side of you he rarely saw, and for some unknown reason, it made him smile.

You had grown close to many of the team members over the past few months. Your hard work and dedication had earned their respect, and tonight was no exception. You moved through the crowd with ease, sharing stories and drinks, a welcome presence among the players and staff.

However, suddenly, the room's lighthearted mood shifted. And Joel noticed it immediately—your expression changed, your face paling as you glanced toward the entrance. Following your gaze, Joel's eyes landed on a man who had just walked in - your ex boyfriend.

His heart sank as he saw the fear and distress in your eyes, the way your shoulders tensed and your smile vanished. He had heard rumours but hadn't had the chance to ask you about it, yet he knew: your ex was the reason for your recent pain.

Joel’s protective instincts suddenly flared up.

Your ex then made a beeline toward you, his presence like a dark cloud interrupting the joyful atmosphere. You tried to maintain your composure, but Joel could see the tears welling up in your eyes, the knot in your chest tightening as your ex began shouting. His voice was loud, drawing attention from everyone around you. It was nothing but humiliating.

“You think you can ignore me?” your ex yelled, his face twisted with anger. “You’re coming home with me. NOW!”

You tried to speak, to tell him to leave you alone, but your voice caught in your throat. And as the bar fell silent, all eyes were on the unfolding drama.

But before you could say anything else, Joel suddenly stepped in. He moved swiftly, positioning himself between you and your ex. His expression was fierce, eyes locked onto the man in front of him.

"Maybe you should leave," Joel spoke firmly, his voice low but commanding.

Your ex sneered, clearly unimpressed. "You don’t get to tell me what to do. She thinks she can leave me? Well, she can’t. She’s coming home with me."

"No," Joel said simply, his tone unyielding. "If you cross her, then you cross me. And I don’t think you want that."

There was a tense silence as your ex seemed taken aback by Joel’s unwavering stance. He scoffed, about to retort when another voice joined in.

"Actually, you cross all of us," Sean Couturier said, the captain stepping up beside Joel. And then, one by one, more players moved to stand behind them, forming a protective wall between you and your ex.

The solidarity of the team was overwhelming. You had never expected anything like this—the entire team protecting you, with Joel at the front. It was both humbling and empowering.

Your ex looked around, realising he was outnumbered and outmatched. So, with a frustrated huff, he turned and stormed out of the bar.

The moment he was gone, you felt the knot in your chest begin to loosen. And then Joel turned to you, his expression softening. "You okay?"

You nodded, tears still brimming in your eyes but now for a different reason. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice shaky with gratitude. “So much.” 

Joel gave you a small, reassuring smile. "Always. If you ever need anything, I’m here."

The team dispersed back into the crowd, the incident already becoming part of the night’s stories. Yet, Joel stayed close to you for the rest of the evening, his presence a comforting reminder that you weren’t alone. And as the night wore on, the initial shock and embarrassment gave way to a growing sense of warmth and safety. Joel’s protectiveness, once a point of contention, now felt like an anchor.

And eventually, the two of you found a quieter corner of the bar, away from the bustling crowd. You sat together on a plush couch, the dim lighting creating an intimate atmosphere. Joel handed you a drink, and you took a sip, feeling the warmth spread through your chest.

"Are you really okay?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for any lingering pain.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "I am now. Thanks to you."

"I meant what I said," Joel's gaze softened as he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "If you ever need anything, I’m here."

You looked into his eyes, seeing a depth of sincerity that took your breath away. The tension between you shifted again, the space between you charged with a new energy. In that moment, you realised that the constant bickering had masked a deeper connection, one that was now impossible to ignore.

"Joel," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I never expected you to..."

"To care?" he finished for you, a half-smile playing on his lips.

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. "Yeah."

Joel leaned in closer, his hand still resting on your cheek. "Well, I do. More than I thought possible."

Your heart pounded in your chest, the world around you fading as you focused entirely on him. The warmth of his hand, the intensity in his gaze—it all drew you in, making it impossible to resist.

And just like that, as everything else fell away, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a gentle, tentative kiss. It was soft and sweet at first, a hesitant exploration of new territory. But as the seconds ticked by, the kiss deepened, fuelled by the unspoken emotions that had been building between you.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, your foreheads resting against each other. Joel’s thumb brushed your cheek, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Wow," you whispered, a smile spreading across your face.

Joel chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Yeah, wow."

You both sat there for a moment, savouring the new closeness and the promise of what could be. Yet, you yearned for more—a longing to feel more than just his lips on yours.

The bar's lively atmosphere buzzed around you, but all you could focus on was Joel. His presence was magnetic, drawing you in with every passing second. You didn't want this night to end, and the idea of parting ways now felt unbearable.

"I don’t want to go home alone," you admitted softly, looking up at him through your lashes.

Joel’s eyes darkened with understanding, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Neither do I."

You bit your lip, contemplating your next move. You didn’t want to seem too obvious, but the desire to continue this night with him was overwhelming. So, gathering your courage, you took his hand in yours, the simple touch sending a spark through your body.

“Come with me,” you whispered, your voice filled with both hope and anticipation.

Joel simply nodded, no hesitation in his eyes. “Lead the way.”

The walk to your place was filled with a comfortable silence, the night air cool against your flushed cheeks, as your hand remained in his, a steady anchor while you navigated through the city streets. And every so often, you’d steal a glance at him, the look of determination and tenderness in his eyes making your heart race.

Then when you finally reached your apartment, you fumbled with the keys, your nerves getting the better of you. But Joel’s hand on yours steadied your trembling fingers, and you managed to unlock the door, pushing it open with a sense of anticipation.

And as soon as the door closed behind you, the tension between you snapped. Joel’s hands were swiftly on your waist, forcefully pulling you close as his lips found yours once again. The kiss was more intense this time, fuelled by nothing but desire. You led him to the living room, your lips never parting, as your hands roamed every part of him.

But then you pulled back slightly, just enough to catch your breath, your forehead resting against his. “Joel,” you breathed, your voice filled with longing.

And he simply answered with another kiss, his hands roaming your back, pulling you even closer to his body. “I know,” he murmured against your lips. “Me too.” Then with a shared look of understanding, you led him further into your apartment, towards the bedroom.

The room fell hot almost immediately as neither of you wanted to waste any time undressing each other. With each kiss, every touch, friction caused sparks to fly as your mutual desire filled the air.

Joel’s fingers deftly unbuttoned your shirt, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. You tugged at his shirt, pushing upwards and prompting him to pull it over his head, your hands eager to explore the muscles beneath. He then pulled your shirt off as well, his eyes darkening with desire as he took in the sight of you.

“You’re incredible,” he whispered, his voice husky.

Yet, you merely responded by pulling him closer, your hands tangling in his hair as you kissed him again. The world outside ceased to exist, and all that mattered was the two of you, lost in a whirlwind of passion and longing.

Joel’s hands slid down your back, the sensation of his touch on your bare skin making you shiver, your body reacting to his touch with a fervour you’d never experienced before. So, you quickly worked on unbuttoning his trousers, your fingers trembling with anticipation.

And as your clothes fell to the floor, you both moved towards the bed, the longing building with every step. The sheets felt cool against your heated skin as Joel lowered you onto the mattress, his naked body pressing against yours. His kisses became more urgent, his hands exploring every inch of you, igniting a fire that burned brighter with each touch.

Your hands roamed his back, feeling the strength of his muscles as he moved against you. Every kiss, every caress was a declaration of the connection you’d both been too stubborn to acknowledge until now.

Then Joel’s lips found yours again, the kiss deepening as he settled between your legs. His hand then gently snaked between your bodies, tracing soft trails over your smooth skin until he found your core.

You arched into him, your body craving more as the heat between you was almost unbearable. And effortlessly, he allowed two fingers to gently enter you, exploring your heat and tight muscles, stretching you with every slow pump. His name escaped your lips in a breathless whisper, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he responded with a low growl of desire.

“Joel,” you moaned softly, feeling the arousal build within as he moved his fingers a little faster. You were completely soaked, making it effortless for him to massage your core.

But both of you also felt the impatience for a rush take over. Despite how good it felt having Joel stimulating you, you needed more. You craved him inside you.

And Joel was feeling the same arousal burning within him, his hardness throbbing, already dripping with pre-cum as he too felt the need to feel you around him.

So, gently withdrawing his fingers, causing you to let out another soft moan, he then lined the tip of his length with your entrance. And with a determined and passionate push, he let himself enter you completely.

“Oh yes…” he moaned deeply as your tight walls wrapped around him, hugging him tightly. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You could barely respond, only a mix of gasps and moans escaping your lips as he began to rock his hips, his length filling you up and hitting your sensitive spot repeatedly. 

It felt nothing but amazing as the two of you made passionate love, your bodies melting together in sync.

Joel picked up the pace, settling into a steady rhythm that felt natural yet dangerously arousing. The night became a blur of passion and sensation, as your bodies moved together in perfect harmony. 

Every touch brought you closer, the intensity of your connection growing with each passing moment. It was as if all the arguments, all the tension had been leading to this, a culmination of the unspoken feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface.

“Mmm…” you bit your lip as you felt the rush beginning to course through you, knowing that it wouldn’t be long if he kept up the speed. “Joel… I’m… I’m close.”

But your moans and words only spurred Joel on, as he felt his own climax approaching, making him unable to hold back. The feeling of you around him was simply incredible, and though he didn’t want the pleasure to end so soon, the urge for a release overcame him.

And when your nails dug deeper into his skin, your walls clenching around his sensitive member, neither of you could hold back your climaxes. Letting out louder moans, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room, you both gave into the intensity and pushed each other over the edge together.

“Fuck…” Joel grunted deeply as he released himself into you.

“Fuck indeed,” you breathed out panting for air, your eyes shut as you slowly came down from the high that had consumed your mind completely.

Joel lay still for a moment, allowing himself to relax while still inside you, feeling your muscles pulsating around him. It had been intense, yet nothing but pure pleasurable. And the smiles slowly creeping on your lips signalled the rush you were both feeling.

Then Joel gently withdrew, and when you finally lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, the world outside still and silent, you knew that everything had changed. Joel’s hand traced lazy circles on your arm, his breath warm against your skin.

“You know,” he murmured, a smile in his voice, “I think we make a pretty good team.”

You laughed softly, the sound filled with contentment. “Yeah, we do.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his in the dim light. There was a tenderness there, a promise of something more, something deeper than just a fleeting moment of passion.

And as you drifted off to sleep in Joel’s arms, you couldn’t help but feel that this was the beginning of something new—something better, something real.

[phinik]

Don't ask 🙈

Garreth x Amit ❤️💙

KNEAZLE IN A POKE!

BONUS 🔞🔞🔞

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[sulumuns-dootah]

25.12. Satan - Letter to Santa (18+)

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A/N: We've finally made it to the kings! Two kings a day and a smut for each. This is my special treat for ya'll! ^^

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₊˚⊹.* The Yule festival of Hell *.⊹˚₊

‎‧₊˚✧ 18+ Minors Do Not Interact‎ ✧˚₊‧

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'Y/N, can you come see me in my room? It's about your letter.' a message from Satan pops up on your phone and the blood in your veins runs cold. Not that letter. The letter that you wrote while shitfaced thanks to Paimon taking you out for a girls' night. The one that you thought was funny to address to Satan instead of Santa. Or at least you thought in that state that it was funny. The letter that you thought was somehow destroyed after you wrote it, but don't remember that happening due to your blackout.

So the letter made its way to him. This probably wouldn't be as horrifying if you actually remembered what you wrote in it. Or maybe worse. Either way he's read it and now you're considering surrendering yourself to angels. Angelification can't hurt worse than the embarrassment of facing Satan after he's found out your inner fantasies about him. What if they're too much even for him? Will you be cast out into Abaddon for being too kinky?

The whole walk to Satan's room is like being led to execution. It will most likely be like one too. The demons you meet along the way look indifferent.

Finally you arrive tot he doors into Satan's bedroom. You reach out for the handle but before actually making a contact with it, your hand stops. You're unsure. Maybe you can still run away to Paradise Lost and change your name. He surely won't be able to find you there.

“Oh for fucks sake, just come in. I'm not gonna bite your head off.” a voice from the other side booms. He knows you're here. So there is no way out of this other than to go forward. You take a deep breath and open the door.

Satan is sitting on his bed with the letter opened beside him. When his eyes land on you he's immediately sporting his smirk. So far so good. His legs are slightly spread apart. Definitely intimidating at all.

“So what did you want?” you meekly ask, not moving away from the door that's now closed even though you don't remember closing them.

“Yeah, about that. Come sit.” he pats one of his thick thighs and spreads his legs even further apart. A growls leaves him when you don't immediately respond to his request and he's quick to close the distance. Picking you up he returns to the bed and sets you on his thigh.

“Now, where were we?” he reaches for the letter next to him and holds it up with one hand while the other is around your waist as to ensure you don't run away. The letter is even worse than you've imagined. Your writing is messy and some of the words are just scribbles. There are also some lipstick kisses. You don't even remember wearing lipstick that night a all.

“So in your letter you wrote some interesting things-”

“Satan, I was drunk. Paimon took me out drinking and I must've drank way too much.” you cut him off, hoping to make him go easier on you.

“Oh, so you don't mean any of these things, then? Or did the alcohol only help you loosen up to admit to these fantasies?” his red eyes are mischievously glowing at you.

“It uh...” you don't want to admit, that it's the other option and you did want to do things with Satan. Why are you even so anxious? Knowing him he'd most likely be down. Coem to think of it, you've never seen him turn down steamy offers from other demons.

“Aw, too shy? Here, let me help you.” Satan chuckles and throws the letter to his side. His now free hand quickly grasps your thigh and makes you straddle his lap. You heart starts beating in your chest as well as somewhere else.

“W-what are you doing?” you squeak out and slightly instinctively wiggle your hips.

“I'm only doing what you've told me you want to do in your letter. Do you want me to read it out loud to refresh your mind?” he says holding your chin in his hand while the other moves who knows where.

“I... You don't mind it?” you whisper, being well aware your face must be red.

“No, in fact was about to jerk off to the scenario, but I figured you'd like to partake too. It's your fantasy, afterall. ” he shrugs and chuckles. His words go straight to your clit at this point.

You blink a bit to fully process what has just happened and Satan uses this as an opportunity to attack your neck with bites and kisses. The way his sharp fangs graze your neck make you dizzy and so you try to anchor yourself in his hair by tangling your hands in it. Soon enough your hands are near the base of his horns and you can't help but to tug on the hair around it, which makes him growl and grow inside his pants.

Your hips automatically start grinding down on him and he responds with small thrusts to meet you. His head rises from your neck and you can see how flushed he is. You tug his hair harder to tilt his face up and he moans only to be silenced by your lips. The hands which were previously on your hips now work on undoing your clothes.

You top is the first to go and you try to make him equal by undoing the zipper on his overall and taking off his t-shirt. His muscles are so perfectly sculpted underneath and now they're flexing underneath your touch and only for you. You can't help but scratch his pecks to mark them as yours and Satan moans in response. The red marks seem to get only redder and redder by the second.

“Nngh.. I can't wait anymore..” Satan growls and tears your pants clean off alongside your underwear. He's breathing heavily as he's sheds the sleeves of his overall and pushes it low enough to be able to free his cock. The shape and color of it is just so enticing. You're quick to position yourself and have it enter you. This has to be the best dick you've had and he's only pushed inside.

As if Satan can feel your excitement, he starts slamming you onto him with barely any work from your side. His hands envelop your waist and hold you close so he can bury his face in your tits and leave lovebites all over them.

Reaching back to your anchoring point, you return your hands into his hair around the base. This time you also dare to stroke the base itself, which makes Satan dig his claws into your body, giving you the most pleasant pain you've ever experienced.

Satan bites and sucks one of your nipples, making you squeal. If he wants to play like that, then why not. You reach higher from the base of his horns higher and start slowly stroking them. This causes Satan to howl and start slamming you onto him with even more force and at faster speed.

Neither of you are able to last longer with the others actions and so the two of you come almost simultaneously from the pain and pleasure. After a short while of the both of you catching your breaths Satan speaks up with a slight chuckle: “Now, about the other fantasies you've mentioned in your letter...”

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But wait, this demon also has a gift for you!

"Seeing how much you enjoy pain from me, maybe we should experiment and maybe I'll let you use it on me, hm?"

[yourlocalcryingcryptid]

EVERYONE shut up!!!111!!1

It's his day

❤❤happy valentines🖤🖤

[onlymingyus]

The Selfie (Peachy Fall Festival Drabble)

cw; smut - dokyeom x f!reader

written for B one of my Peaches as part of my Peachy Fall Festival for my Peaches on Patreon

“You didn’t like the selfie?” 

Dokyeom’s voice echoed off the walls of the bathroom as you lay across the bed, pouting at your phone at his question. Of course, you liked the selfie. That was a silly question. You had just liked it too much. 

When you don’t answer right away, Dokyeom pushes the water from his face and glances around the door frame to look at you on the bed. He had just wanted to let you know what he had done with his friends and you had sent back some cute mad emoji. Now he was starting to wonder if he was actually in trouble, though he couldn’t understand why. 

“What did I do? I think I looked pretty cute and Minghao wanted to say hi.” 

Scoffing, you roll your eyes playfully at your boyfriend before turning your eyes away from him. The sound of the water turning off keeps your attention even as Dokyeom grabs a towel, drying off his face and works his way into the room. His eyes moved over the length of your body as you lay on your stomach, your ankles crossed near the headboard. 

“Talk to me, Princess. You want me to not send selfies when I’m out with the guys anymore?” 

Whining out a sound that showed it wasn’t what you wanted at all, you kick your legs in your tantrum, causing Dokyeom to laugh and move closer to the bed until he can sit beside you on it. His fingers trail along your bare leg up to his loose shirt that you had chosen to wear to bed, which rests just under the swell of your ass. He loved when you wore his clothes and then your delicate lacy things under them, like you were tonight. 

“Of course I want the selfies, Dokyeom. Don’t be silly. You just took so hot in the photo and you don’t even get it. I was flustered all evening and now it’s like one in the morning. I couldn’t exactly beg you to come home and..” 

Your words trail off, Dokyeom’s brows lifting, wanting you to continue. He loved that he had made you flustered. He hadn’t even meant to. He had just gotten out of the pool, changed back into his clothes and sat down next to Minghao. It wasn’t like he even put on a sexy face for you and yet here you were, all hot and bothered. 

“And what? What did you want me to do? Is it too late to do that thing now?”

Pouting you wiggle from his fingers like he is being fresh with you, despite having touched you many times before. Dokyeom watches a smirk play at your lips as he scoffs at your actions. His fingers fall to the bed instead of walking towards the end of the lace that frames your ass. 

“It might be too late. We can get noise complaints after midnight again.” 

Shrugging, Dokyeom turns his hand over to run his fingers along your leg once again. He watches how you bite your bottom lip when he dips his middle finger between your legs, pressing it to the lace covering your already wet pussy. You couldn’t hide how much you wanted him. 

“I can handle a few noise complaints. You liked the picture that much?” 

A soft, squealing moan slips from your lips as Dokyeom hooks his finger under your panties pulling them from your folds so he can touch your skin with his own as he waits for your answer. His eyes were moving between what was happening between your legs and your face as you nodded. 

"Yeah, but I didn’t want to ask you to leave your friends just to come home for me.” 

Shaking his head, Dokyeom’s tongue trails his lips before he lets out a breathy groan at his words. 

“I’d cancel plans with them for you. I’d tell them exactly why, too. Sorry guys, I can’t go out today. I have to stay home and fuck my girlfriend instead.” 

You laugh but Dokyeom just smirks, his hand sliding back along your inner thigh as you arch your hips off the bed, wanting more of his touch. 

“I’m serious…  and none of them would question me. They’d just be jealous they couldn’t have you.”

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[dawn-moths]

♡ “what he does for you on your birthday” sd!nanami headcanons (since it’s my birthday today and i want this man to spoil me lol)

♡ words: 2,800+

♡ content warning: contains 18+ content! minors please do not interact! daddy kink, size difference, reader is called “princess, sweetheart, angel”, reader is picked up and carried shorty, aftercare, bathing together.

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♡ You start your day having slept in (which you usually do, Nanami knows his precious little baby needs her rest) and wake up loosely tangled among the soft sheets and fluffy comforters of the king sized bed. You look over, expectant and excited to see Nanami lying next to you, but your joy quickly turns to confusion when you find his place in bed empty. However, the moment you smell the decadent sweetness of your favorite homemade french toast drifting in to the bedroom, and hear the distant, muffled clinking and clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen, a gentle grin finds its way back onto your face.

♡ Stepping out of bed, you slide your feet into your favorite fluffy pink slippers, scuffing them gently across the floors as you wrap your billowing silk robe tighter around your shoulders and approach the kitchen. You can hear him humming, the melody slow and lilting in his rich, smooth baritone. Sometimes he hums to you when you can’t fall asleep at night, softly stroking his knuckles along your cheek or his palm against your hair until you finally doze off. But now, as he looks over at you standing in the entryway, his song ceases and a smile spreads across his stoic features.

♡ “Good morning, princess,” Nanami greets you with syrupy sweet adoration, setting the spatula that was in his hand off to the side where he’d just flipped the piece of bread cooking in the pan before migrating closer to you. You meet him in the middle and fall into his arms, nuzzling into his chest as he kisses you on the head, squeezing you slightly tighter in his embrace, and asks, “Sleep well, birthday girl?” in a quiet, velvety murmur.

♡ You nod against him, feeling a yawn rising in your chest, knowing you won’t be able to suppress it as it fights its way from your body, limbs still a little heavy with fading slumber. Nanami hums out an endearing note, beginning to guide you further into the kitchen to sit at the white marble counter where he’s already made you a plate piled high with fresh, juicy strawberries and rippling, fluffy whipped cream, mini chocolate chips sprinkled atop the mountain of the sugary masterpiece.

♡ The first bite tastes like heaven, your eyes glittering with glee as you shift your gaze from your breakfast to the man you love so much. A part of you is honestly a little impressed how well the french toast turned out. Nanami’s cooked for you before a few times in the past, but with his busy schedule the two of you usually end up at one of your favorite 5-star restaurants or have one of the interns drop off some fancy takeout. You’re glad that Nanami is willing to indulge with you, sliding into the seat next to you with his own plate that’s nearly identical, though his has far less whipped cream and chocolate chips and is accompanied by his usual mug of black coffee. He’s never really had a sweet tooth like you do, but once in a while, on special occasions, he’ll make an exception.

♡ Golden sunlight streams in through the tall, floor to ceiling windows as breakfast concludes, and Nanami says he has a surprise for you— only, it’s hardly a surprise, as you know he goes above and beyond on your birthday. The only question will be how will he outdo last year?

♡ He leads you by the hand towards the living room, then, right before you can turn the corner he stops and tells you to close your eyes. “Promise you won’t peek until I tell you?” He playfully requests, and you giggle and do as he asks, replying with excitement, “I promise, as long as you don’t make me wait too long!” From there, once your eyes are closed and covered by your hands, he guides you into the room, leaving you waiting in suspense for just a moment before announcing you can open your eyes, and as soon as you do, you can’t help as a gasp slips past your sugar-dusted lips.

♡ The whole room is decked out with glittering decorations and fresh bouquets of roses in pink and white and red, balloons of the same colors scattered across the floor and floating in their own hovering bouquets in each corner of the room. Sparkling confetti is strewn across the floor (you can’t believe Nanami was willing to make such a mess, even on your birthday, but he must’ve remembered when you said how much you loved confetti at your childhood birthday parties growing up and decided that one day with the mansion in slight disarray couldn’t hurt) and at the center of it all is a pile of neatly stacked presents, each box wrapped in shiny paper and topped with a big, silky bow, metallic silver balloons hovering behind the gifts in the numbers of your new age.

♡ For a moment, you’re so caught in awe, you’re just standing there, but as Nanami places a big hand on your shoulder and says, “You know, the presents aren’t going to open themselves…” with a hint of harmless teasing, you instinctively begin to draw nearer to your shimmering gifts, all the decadence luring you in like a moth to a flame.

♡ It takes over an hour for you to open everything, leaving the room littered with more glittering paper debris and streamers of ribbon, this year’s birthday gifts consisting of everything from the latest designer handbags and shoes in your favorite colors to the oversized plushies that you so adore (and keep piling high on all the guest beds as Nanami had to put a cap on the number allowed to live in the bedroom you two shared at three) and some books you’d been dying to read. In the end, it doesn’t matter the cost of the gift, you love each and every one of them equally because they all came from your Daddy, specially and thoughtfully selected for his perfect little princess.

♡ But the day has only just begun, and as the clock ticks over into the early afternoon, Nanami is already suggesting you go get ready for a day of top secret, super special birthday soirée activities. So you put on your favorite dress, pairing it with one of your new pairs of shoes and a pair of diamond earrings, grab one of your new handbags, and walk out the door arm in arm with Nanami. He lets you choose which of his sports cars you want to be driven around in today— you pick one of the convertibles— you queue up your favorite playlist, and you sing along to your favorite songs with the wind twining through your hair as Nanami speeds into the heart of the city.

♡ Your first stop is the luxury shopping block where your Daddy treats you to even more expensive items from your favorite brands, designers, and boutiques. When he asks you what you want for lunch and you reply with, “Ice cream!” followed by an adorably devious giggle, knowing if it were any other day, Nanami would never let sweets substitute a meal. But today, of course, is no ordinary day, so Nanami gives you a grin and shakes his head to himself, unable to say no to you as you’re already drifting towards your favorite little ice cream shop and all its pastel pink, blue, and green flag banners beckoning you from the elaborately decorated window display. Nanami must be in an especially cheerful mood today himself, as, not only did he have french toast this morning, he also indulges in two scoops of his favorite flavors.

♡ You two take a break from all the walking and shopping as you enjoy your afternoon dessert in one of the plush retro booths of the ice cream parlor, sampling each others flavors here and there as your ankles intertwine underneath the table. When the toe of your shoe begins to inch further up his leg, slow and teasing, Nanami flashes you a look that is both warning and wanting, as if he’s daring you to see how much you can get away with here before anyone else catches on. But you decide to cease your little game before it goes too far, knowing full well that tonight he’ll be the one teasing you.

♡ After ice cream, you two do a little more shopping and then decide to catch a movie as you happen past the theatre and take a peek at what’s playing. You’re so exhausted from shopping that you nearly doze off with your head rested against his shoulder in the dark of the room, the theatre nearly empty aside from one or two other people catching the matinee showtimes. Nanami’s arm drapes comfortably around your body, wishing there wasn’t an arm rest in the way so he could let you curl into his lap like he knows you love to do so much. You guys are in the very back row, so he figures he might be able to get away with it what with the other scattered patrons sitting more towards the middle and front, but you seem to remember that you actually want to pay attention, stirring back awake and trying to right your posture a little straighter so you don’t get too comfortable.

♡ Once the movie is over, you two head back to the car and it’s already dinner time. Nanami hopes you didn’t fill up too much on the ice cream earlier, because he has a reservation at one of your favorite 5-star restaurants tonight. He was even able to get your favorite table too, the one on the second floor with the view from the window where you can watch the glittering lights of the city as you dine on delicacies from all different corners of the world. In the end, you do have to take about half of your dinner home, but that’s alright, because Nanami knows you like to snack on your leftovers the next day.

♡ It’s nearly nine o’clock when you two finally arrive home, and Nanami can tell you’re worn out, but in the best way. “Tired, princess?” he asks when he catches you in the middle of a big yawn. You nod and smile, telling him “Only a little bit…” to which he chuckles under his breath and replies, “It’s hard work being the birthday girl, isn’t it?” and that earns him another sleepy nod and a grin. But Nanami has one last surprise for you, so he hopes you have enough energy left to enjoy it.

♡ Suggesting you two head upstairs, you’re none the wiser to the fact that, while you two were out, he had Nobara, Yuuji, and Megumi drop by the house to set up the last surprise in the master bedroom. He’d been secretly texting them throughout the day and getting updates on how things were coming along. His interns never disappointed, and even Nanami is in awe once he finally pushes open the doors and casts his gaze upon the room that’s been so decorated it’s nearly unrecognizable as your shared bedroom. You, of course, are blown away, completely and joyously surprised as you take in all the bouquets of flowers and balloons and ribbons that curl from the ceiling down to the floor in a cascade of all your favorite colors.

♡ It’s so much to take in that, at first, you don’t even notice the box topped with a big, silky pink bow sitting at the center of the bed, just waiting— begging— to be opened. Once you do though, you glance back at Nanami as if to ask, “For me?” and he gestures a hand towards it as if to say, “Of course, do you even need to ask?” and that’s all the confirmation you need to go bounding towards the bed, doing a jump to land before the box with your legs tucked beneath you, knees bordering it on either side. No matter how excited you are though, you always savor the way the thick, colorful paper peels away to reveal what’s hidden underneath, appreciating it like it’s art— sort of like how Nanami always takes good care to enjoy every detail of how each piece of your clothing he takes away reveals a view of your skin to him, no matter how familiar, no matter how eager he may secretly be, he always takes his time in unwrapping his favorite gift.

♡ He delights in the way your eyes light up as you land your gaze upon the new lingerie set he picked out especially for you— another one in your favorite pink and white with ribbons and lace, yet still unlike all your others of a similar design— and mutters in your ear as he places one of his big, warm hands on your shoulder, his palm engulfing you, “Wanna try it on, sweetheart?” to which you flash another one of those devilishly adorable smiles and reply, “Be right back,” before planting a quick peck on his cheek and scampering off into the master bathroom with a giggle. Once you’ve changed you merely crack the bathroom door, giving him a teasing sliver of a peek from the gap between the connecting rooms before emerging all the way.

♡ Sometimes Nanami likes when you play with him, likes how you’re able to help him forget all his important, pressing responsibilities, even if just for a short while, and go to a place where it’s just the two of you, living in your own perfect little fantasy world. He likes that you challenge him sometimes too, thinking you’ve gained the upper hand— and he lets you believe it too, for a little while— before being reminded just who’s really in control here.

♡ So, standing by the bathroom door, back pressed to the wall, he rhetorically asks, “Is everything alright in there?” catching another quick glimpse of you through the tiny opening. “Why don’t you come find out?” you bait, a devious lilt woven into your sweet tone. You two go back and forth for a little while, the push and pull of who holds the power egging you both on, until it all ends with you sat atop one of the counters with him standing between your legs, his jutting sex pressed to your soaked core, your mouths locked in a languid, deep kiss that leaves you breathless, lips slick with each others spit. When he suggests you move things back to the bed, you just give an eager little nod and let Nanami scoop you up in his strong grip, fingers digging into the plush flesh of the back of your thighs, and carry you back to the mattress.

♡ And he puts every other year of birthday sex to shame this time around, his hands and mouth and cock practically worshiping every inch of you, taking his time and really working you up until your legs are trembling and your back is arching and you’re whining his name through a clipped moan of divine pleasure, giving you a little more time than usual to come down from the high before he’s gifting you with another earth shattering orgasm.

♡ Once all is said and done and you’re both fully satisfied, Nanami cleans you up with a warm washcloth and leaves you to rest while he draws up a candle lit bath for the two of you to share, vibrant crimson rose petals scattered and floating along the water’s surface, and gently massages different parts of your body as you rest with your back to his chest, your body cradled between his legs. Your lethargic little fingers reach back behind you and lazily play with his hair, tired whispers of “Love you, Daddy…” and “Best birthday ever…” falling from your lips. Nanami kisses the top of your head, his grip flexing slightly tighter on you for a moment as he says, “I love you too, angel. I hope you had the best day ever.” You turn to face him, still moving slowly, and straddle his lap in the big, porcelain tub. Staring into his eyes, the flickering candle light dancing in the center of all that dark, alluring tawny, you press a chaste yet lingering kiss to his lips. “Every day with you is the best day ever,” you tell him, and it’s so sincere it sort of catches him off guard. “You’re the best gift any girl could ever ask for.”

♡ Nanami’s expression of awe morphs into adoring contentment, into the purest, softest kind of love. He lightly nudges his nose against yours and says, “I’d still give you the world, if you asked for it.” Laying your head on his shoulder and relaxing against his form, you mutter, “Don’t have to… I already have it.”

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[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

“I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget that guy's name” I Simon Benoit*

Summary; When Benny sees you talking to your ex-fiancé, leaving you feeling nauseous and angry, there's only one thing he wants and needs to do: make you forget all about him.

Tropes & warnings; Simon Benoit x reader; Smut 18+; oral sex (f receiving - because, of course!), fingering, unprotected sex (p in v), cum inside;

Other notes; So, finally arriving at this next stop for my 500 celebrations! 🥳 As always, thank you so much for participating 🍾 And this one, goes out to the one and only babe, @nylwnder 🤍✨ You wished for some hot, steamy Benny - and I hope I've delivered 💕

Word count; 2.2K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny@justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Simon Benoit was way too confident and charming for his own good. Every time you saw him at the rink, he had a crowd around him, effortlessly grabbing attention with his easy smile and quick wit. There was no denying he was funny and, more importantly, attractive—those sparkling grey/blue eyes and that charming grin had definitely caught your eye more than once. But his cockiness? That was something you just couldn’t get past.

It wasn’t that he was unkind or harmful. Actually, he was quite the opposite. Simon always had a kind word for the fans, took time for autographs, and rarely seemed to lose his cool—well, except during the intense hockey matches, but that’s on the ice, so it doesn’t really count. Generally, you found all hockey players overly confident, with Simon being the most of all. His swagger, the way he seemed so sure of himself on and off the ice, was just a bit too much for your liking.

Yet, despite all this, there was something about him that you couldn’t ignore. Maybe it was the way he laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made you want to laugh along with him. Or maybe it was the way he looked at you, with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine—paired with his sweet French-Canadian accent when he spoke. Whatever it was, it was enough to keep him on your mind, even when you had tried to write him off as just another cocky hockey player.

Simon, on the other hand, had been hooked on you even before you volunteered for the Easter Seals Skate event. He had noticed you before, always at the rink, often involved with some kind of MLSE event. But it was at the Easter Seals event that you really caught his attention.

Your smile was wide and infectious, lighting up the room and drawing people towards you like moths to a flame. Your laughter, a sweet melody, echoed through the air, breaking even the most serious faces into grins. And the way you were with the children and the rest of the group—so caring, so patient—had amazed him. He watched as you knelt down to their level, listened to their stories, and cheered them on with genuine enthusiasm. It was clear you weren’t just there to volunteer; you genuinely cared.

Every time Simon saw you interact with the kids, his admiration for you grew, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to your warmth and compassion. There was just something about your demeanour, a quiet strength and kindness that stood out amidst the usual hustle and bustle of the rink. And from that moment on, you were never far from his thoughts.

Especially after the event, later in the evening, when Simon coincidentally met you at a small local coffee shop. He noticed you sitting by the window alone, hands wrapped around a steaming mug, lost in thought. So, gathering his courage, he approached and asked if he could join you. And to his delight, you smiled and gestured to the empty seat across from you.

While you were initially hesitant to get closer to the hockey guys, who often exuded overtly confidence, it was comforting to have a familiar face to share such an emotional day. The truth was, these children and people held a special place in your heart, having grown up with family members facing challenges. So, when the chance came to combine your love for hockey with your dedication to this group of people, it was an easy decision to get involved.

And as the conversation flowed effortlessly, you found yourself suddenly opening up to Simon. You shared stories about your childhood, your passion for helping those in need, and your experiences working in communities where children needed care. You even talked about your failed engagement, something you rarely discussed, and how it had shaped your current path.

Simon listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours. He was genuinely interested, asking questions, and offering insights that made you feel understood and appreciated. And as the coffee date turned into more coffee dates—days turning into weeks—you found yourself eagerly anticipating these informal meetings. You and Simon fell into a natural rhythm, meeting up often and sharing laughter, inside jokes, and a connection that surpassed mere acquaintances.

Furthermore, the flirtation between you two was undeniable. Each encounter left you both buzzing with anticipation and desire. The playful banter, the lingering touches, the way his gaze would linger on you just a moment too long—it all added to the mounting tension. And before long, you were both on the edge of bursting, the sexual attraction almost overwhelming.

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However, what had seemed to sparkle soon faded one night after a victorious win, when Simon noticed you talking to a man near the rink's exit. From a distance, he observed your expression change from initial politeness to frustration and anger. And by the time the conversation ended, your smile had vanished, replaced by a tight jaw and a steely glare in your eyes. Concerned, Simon hurried through his post-game routine, eager to find out what had upset you.

And as soon as he finished in the locker room, he sought you out. Worry etched across his face; he asked what had happened. With a heavy sigh, you explained that the man was your ex-fiancé, and the encounter had dredged up painful memories, leaving you frustrated and irritated.

Simon's heart didn’t just ache for you; it burned with a fierce protectiveness. He wanted to erase every hurtful word, every painful memory. So, leaning in close, his voice low and determined, he whispered huskily, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to forget that guy's name”.

You felt a shiver down your spine as his breath tickled your earlobe, his words and growl causing you to clench your thighs together. Though you hadn’t yet shared that kind of passion with him, you knew you were longing for it. Maybe even more than he did.

And that night, Simon's promise became reality. The moment you stepped into his apartment, the tension between you exploded into a frenzy of heated kisses and urgent touches. Simon's hands explored your body, pulling you closely as he memorised every curve, every sensation of your skin under his fingertips. Clothes were hastily discarded, forming a trail leading to his bedroom, as his lips only parted from yours when absolutely necessary.

Simon tasted exactly as you'd imagined. His kisses were intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and raw desire that made your head spin. Every touch, every caress, ignited a fire within you that only he could satisfy. And completely lost in the moment, you surrendered to the overwhelming passion that had been building between you for so long.

As you entered his bedroom, Simon gently guided you onto the bed. His eyes, filled with lust and need, gazed down at you as he hovered above, his warm breath against your skin murmuring words of desire and reassurance. His hands moved purposefully, exploring every part of you, massaging your breaths as he elicited gasps and moans that fuelled his own arousal.

And he took his time, relishing each moment and sensation. His mouth traced a path of fiery kisses down your body, causing you to arch and writhe beneath him. And when he finally paused at the inside of your thighs, locking eyes with you with a knowing smirk, the anticipation became almost unbearable. Keeping steady contact with you while his breath got closer to your most intimate core, wrapping his strong arms around your thighs, it felt like a floodgate had opened.

His sensual motion with his tongue overwhelmed you with pleasure, each kiss, each lick bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Clutching the sheets on either side of your head, you whispered Simon's name in breathless pleas, your body responding in ways you had never felt before. His skilled mouth worked wonders between your legs, teasing your clit and probing your entrance with his talented tongue. Then adding his long fingers to the mix, he effortlessly slid them inside you, gently stretching you with each determined pump. And it didn't take long before you clenched around his digits, letting your first orgasm wash over you.

"Oh yes," you moaned loudly, eyes shut tight as your back arched, feeling the rush take over, your toes curling and your breath catching in your throat.

Simon felt immensely satisfied with the moans and reactions he evoked from you. And as he continued to explore your sensitive flesh with his mouth, he found himself unable to restrain his own desire. Your honey was so delicious to him, and he eagerly delved deeper, his beard becoming soaked with your juices. Then curling his fingers inside you, increasing his pace, he drove you to another climax, pushing you to the brink of overstimulation.

Your body trembled beneath him, waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you breathless and yearning for more. And Simon's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he watched you unravel under his touch. Every gasp, every moan fuelled his desire to pleasure you further, while his own throbbing member begged for attention.

So, with a determined growl, he shifted position, withdrawing his fingers and mouth from your heat to capture your lips in a passionate kiss. The taste of your essence mixed with the heat of his mouth created a heady combination that left you dizzy with desire. Simon's hands roamed your body once more, touching and teasing until you were left trembling beneath him, completely undone. 

"Please," a whisper escaped your lips, fingers gripping firmly in his dark hair. "Please, I want to feel you." And your plea only spurred Simon on.

Kneeling on the mattress, he positioned himself between your legs, leaning over your form. And the anticipation was almost unbearable as his cock stood proudly and ready, droplets of pre-cum glistening. You could feel it pressing against you, and you instinctively arched your hips, silently urging him to fill you. Simon's gaze locked with yours, silently promising what was to come, before he then guided the tip of his length to your entrance, pushed inside and filling you completely.

"Oh," you moaned again, hands gripping onto his shoulders, nails lightly creating indentations in his skin.

It felt heavenly. And as Simon began to rock his hips, the sensation was exquisite—a perfect blend of pleasure and connection that left you breathless. He moved with a rhythm that spoke of experience and care, his thrusts deep and steady, each one bringing you closer and closer to another peak.

Yet, a part of you wanted more. Needed more. And he was eager to give it to you. 

"Ben," you whispered breathlessly, a moan mixed in. "Turn me around."

It was a position you had always enjoyed, and one that gave Simon the power to exert force.

So, with a grin on his handsome face, he withdrew his length, used his strong arms to spin you around, lifted your hips, and entered you again. The new angle was perfect, allowing him to penetrate deeper, each thrust more powerful than the last.

Supporting yourself on your elbows, you felt the intensity growing, Simon's pace quickening as he gripped your hips, his fingers pressing into your flesh. The room was filled with the sound of skin against skin, mixed with your moans and heavy breaths of exertion. You felt completely at his mercy, your skin glistering in sweat mixed with his, each movement sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your hands clenched the sheets beneath you, back arching as you pushed back against him, matching his rhythm. The connection between you was electric, every motion synchronised, every sensation heightened, as Simon's name escaped your lips in a mantra of desire and need.

Then leaning forward, his chest against your back, Simon's lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "You feel so fucking incredible. I'm never letting you go."

And his words, combined with the relentless pace, quickly pushed you to the brink once more. The pleasure built to an overwhelming peak. And with one final, powerful thrust, you shattered around him, waves of ecstasy crashing over you in an intense orgasm.

"Oh yes!" you moaned louder than expected. Simon had pressed every single one of your buttons, sending your mind into ecstasy.

As you tightened your muscles around his sensitive shaft, Simon followed suit, letting out a deep moan as he released his milk inside you, his body trembling with the intensity of his climax. He collapsed against your back, both of you breathless and spent, enveloped in the aftermath of your shared passion.

Then lying there together, still connected, Simon placed gentle kisses along your spine, his touch tender and soothing. A profound sense of contentment washed over you, the weight of the past lifted and replaced by the warmth and connection you felt with him.

Turning your head, you met his gaze, a soft smile playing on your lips. "I think it worked... I think I've already forgotten his name."

Simon chuckled, wrapping his arms around you, and pulling you close. "Good," he murmured in a deep growl. "Because you're mine now."

Drifting off to sleep in his embrace, you knew this was the start of something beautiful, something worth cherishing with all your heart.

[yardofangels]

merry christmas gorgeous! how are you doing? hope you get a big ass Austrian under the tree this year! that being said, what does König think of christmas traditions? does he have a favorite? what kinds of gifts does he get?

omg merry christmas and happy holidays!!

im doing okay, so so so tired. working retail this christmas season has me DEAAADDDD

but this idea has me AAAALLLIIIIIVVVEEEEEE

unfortunately, no Austrian under my tree. devastating, really. but hopefully if there's no Austrian here, they must be with you!!

making the executive decision here to add a little smut. maybe its self indulgence, but i know some of ya'll will enjoy it, you little nasties. feel free to skip it if you like, everything non-smut related comes first!!!

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könig loves christmas. perhaps it's his central european upbringing, but he finds the spirit really comforting and reminisces over all the traditions from his childhood. he's not particularly into the 'white christmas' thing, he much prefers a christmas adorned with a little sense of spooky and will relate aaaalllllll the krampus myths to you by the light of the fire. just to see if he's able to scare you because he's mean

his favourite part of christmas is the food. the warm, home-cooked meals. the spices and seasonings that have you feeling toasty and calm well after the embers die out. he is truly impressed when you make a batch of pfeffernüse, and he surprises you with a bottle of his! own! mulled! wine!

he hands it over looking so proud of himself. a big cheesy grin on his face as he's already grabbing two glasses, so he can get your reaction to a taste test.

and he of course hits the nail on the head. it's delicious. he should be proud of himself!!

as for gift-giving, he struggles a bit when getting you gifts. as per usual, christmas always sneaks up on him far too quickly, and all of a sudden there are five days till he's supposed to give you something and he hasn't thought about it, much less started shopping.

but, he pulls it off!! success!! you watch as the space under the tree slowly gets filled over the course of the week. his gifts for you finally joining your gifts for him.

he pampers you, naturally. how could he not? generally steers to all the things that are going to make you feel pretty or expensive, because he wants you to feel like you look good, too.

buys you expensive-smelling perfume he swears you mentioned in march, skin-care you might have brought up in may, a book or two he thinks you told him about in july, a pair of shoes you raved about in september, a dress he saw in november that reminded him of you, and more.

he really does stun you with how much he remembers, and the fact that he did almost matters more to you than the gifts themselves. he puts so much thought into what he gifts you, and then has the audacity to ask you if it's enough. if you like them.

you pounce on him, knocking his stupid little christmas hat off and sending him backwards, dragging you with him. you giggle and cover him in kisses, mumbling in between them how wonderful he did. that you love it. he lights up, squeezing you tighter.

he stops you for a moment, saying he has one more thing.

pulls out a little box from his pocket, and drops it into your hand. watches with delight as you pop the lid and see a customised necklace, with a little pendant that says "K." on it. you get a bit teary, and ask him why he got this in particular for you.

he tells you it's so nobody mistakes that you belong to him.

alr a bit of smut below!!

GOOOOOOOD does he love sex in december. he loves how sensitive you are to his cold hands trailing your body, he loves how hot you get when you're trapped by his body heat and the thick blankets, he loves you in those skimpy pjs that do nothing to shield you from the freezing air, he loves that you always beg him to warm you up.

but he won't just take you in the bed on the cold nights. nope. he'll have his way with you anywhere. he doesn't know what it is, but he always seems to get more horny in the cold months. he just can't help himself, he'll do it anywhere.

in the kitchen while you're cooking dinner, lifting you onto the countertop so he can bury himself in you.

on the couch in the afternoon, letting his hand slide up between your thighs, then telling you to concentrate on the movie until you cave and crawl into his lap.

in the steamy morning showers you share, claiming that your gingerbread-scented body wash makes you smell too good to resist.

all through the month, his go-to excuses are "you're cold", "i'm cold", or "it's an early present." he's almost relentless, so you come to make a guessing game out of which one it's going to be. you always tease him about it, but it's not his fault! you just keep him so warm and cozy :((

ADOOOOORES cock-warming on the particularly nippy nights, too. he promises it's for sharing body heat and that it isn't uncommon among couples in the winter where he's from. but you know that's a bold-faced lie, you see the glint in his eye. you can feel the way he throbs inside you, and clenches his jaw against the skin on your neck.

nothing confirms that he's lying more, though, than when you are gently awoken by him. you think it must be serious, because he's usually adament on not waking you up.

but you turn your head and his entire face is red, with his puppy dog eyes staring at you.

"i can't concentrate on anything else, meine liebe. you were squeezing me in your sleep. please, let me take you. you'll be even warmer with my cum in you."