#happy holidays and happy new year fellas :)

[miiukkaa]

mokey's subway room

yippee, the artistic and sensitive kiddo of the family, mikey! ended up keeping the room veeeery much similar to the one he had in the sewers.

i split the space into two separate areas: a bedroom and an "art studio". these two spaces are separated by a simple cloth that mikey can pull to the side fully when he wants to. i imagine he'd pull the cloth to cover the other more roomy area of the subway car when he goes to sleep. it is after all very easy to mistake your own large paintings and random clothing for a scary figure in the night (at least that's my personal experience lol). so to avoid seeing scary, ominous shapes, mikey would limit his field of vision for sleepy times.

the art studio side has most of mikey's art supplies. there's a huge paint spill from when he was dragging all his stuff into the car during the move. i believe he would find the spill cool and artsy. for when mikey would want to spray paint, he could easily grab any and all supplies he needs and go outside the subway car (for ventilation's sake). so he would have another specified art corner somewhere in the subway tunnels - further away from the actual space in which everyone hangs out at.

mikey, instead of hanging up a lot of posters, prettied up the subway car's walls by doing his own graffiti. though he would have the same "mad dogs" flag that everyone else has, too.

mikey doesn't strike to me as the kinda person who stays in their own room a lot but instead prefers to hang out in the common areas where other family members are more likely to pop out, too. for this reason, i imagine he has a lot of his own belongings scattered about the entire lair! so, a really messy art kid who keeps forgetting where he put his things.

leo's room

raph's room

[alejandramelody]

Happy New Year y'all! 🎩👑✨

Law and Disorder art before the year ends! :D

[313i]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!

here are some drawings i did for christmas this year :3 edling of Course. ft a fella from svss . teehee. HAVE A HAPPY HOLIDAY N NEW YEAR !!!

[stubbet]

!!!Happy new year fellas!!!

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FUN FACT!

"New Year is actually one of my least favorite holidays cuz it's too loud for me and my dogs, I do like the pretty light though"

(*¯︶¯*)

(Open collab with @mylittlemonkiearts)

[darrenshanisabitch]

Cdf characters at chrimus, grinch or absolutely wet for merry chrystler?

Darren: Completely and utterly obsessed with christmas, decorations are going up november 1st!!

Larten: Likes that it makes Darren happy but generally doesn’t understand the point of dedicating so much time to preparing for one day.

Harkat: Doesn’t care for the christmas hype until the actual day, in which he stands at attention with his black trash bag, ready and waiting for the wrapping paper to leave the present.

Paris: Does not gaf in his rock

Seba: Gives a fuck in his rock but won’t admit to liking a human holiday

Kurda: ‘christmas!!!! is an excuse for capitalist ideals!! to infiltrate the lives of everyday people by using overly joyous adverts as propaganda to subject them to a western style, over-consumptionist and unnecessary month of buying crap for their ungrateful children!!!’

Mika: ‘yeah what he said’

Arrow: Loves christmas, used to celebrate with his wife. Still loves it after her death, but uses the day to quietly mourn.

Arra: Hated it as a human, hates it as a vampire 🤷‍♀️

Vancha: ‘What’s christmas?’

Gavner: He defo too broke for christmas

‼️ Merry crimus and a happy new year fellas ‼️

[quilglitch]

Holidays Zinogre

// it was supposed to post this before the new year- [IMAGE GENERATED SUCCESSFULLY] HERE'S A ILLUSTRATION OF [zinogre.chr] in mode chirstmas //happy new year fellas, hope you have a great 2025!

[lilbardrhi]

Santa, Honey

Pairing: Phillip Graves x Original Character (Holly) CW: I've decided that "Graves" and "Phil" are two different personalities - not that Phillip Graves has DID, but that he has a facade for Shadow Company and it's very different compared to him back home... think of it as his version/his job field's version of a "customer service persona"; Santa found his Mrs. Claus?; suggestive content (we get a bit feral here, my b-) Author's Note: Happy holidays to my boyfriend! Graves was his special request when I told him I was doing these lol You say you're straight, bb, but the way you talk about some actors and fictional men makes me question that (affectionate). I love you and thank you for pretending to be Graves for me for a few minutes so I could get the beginning of this in my head lol <3 Also, this is apparently the debut for my new OC x'D

Today is the day! Shadow Company's mandatory participation Christmas Charity Event. Each year, Commander Graves handpicks a Santa and multiple elves to pass out gifts to the less fortunate children of San Antonio, Texas. It's always hosted at Rolling Oaks Mall, too.

"Commander Graves, sir...?" a hesitant voice calls from behind him.

"Yes?" Phil draws out the word with a charming smile. "How can I help you?" he asks as he turns.

Which Shadow is this? Toni? Tammi? Eh, oh well. She's shaking like a leaf-

"Um... Donny can't... be Santa... sir."

Oh. Oh.

Rage boils in Graves's blood and he takes a few long and deep breaths. He rolls his shoulders and runs his hand down his face.

"I'm going to do something. No one, not a single Shadow, will speak about this. Ever. If I catch even a whisper of it, I'll do you all worse than I did Vasqueros."

The Shadow nods quickly, clearly terrified.

"Now, quietly, go get me the Santa suit," Graves instructs.

Without another word, the Shadow is darting off to retrieve the Santa suit. Once they're out of sight and Graves is alone again, a smirk grows on his face.

"About time I got to wear the suit," he chuckles quietly.

Besides Donny being so hungover he can't open his eyes without rushing to the nearest toilet or garbage can, the charity event is going well! Lots of presents "delivered" to children and-

"Santa, baby, slip a sable under the tree... for me."

Phil immediately whips around to look for the source of that gorgeous voice. It doesn't take him long to find her. He knew there would be people performing on the small stage nearby all day. What he didn't expect was to hear and see the most beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on.

Her voice is smooth and a bit sultry, eyes a clear blue like ice, hair down and the deepest true-black Phil has ever seen as a hair color. Don't even get him started on her dress, my God-

She must have felt his eyes on her because suddenly, as she sang the line about "all the fellas she hasn't kissed", her eyes were locked on his. He's more than willing to check off her Christmas list. He would most difinitely trim her Christmas tree, too, just-

"Santa?" on of the Shadows elves whispers to him. "Santa, there's more kids waiting."

Phil clears his throat and turns back to the children with a Santa laugh.

"Well, I'm sorry, kiddos! Santa got a bit distracted," he says in his Santa voice.

"Is the Christmas Angel actually Mrs. Claus?" one of the younger children demands.

"Santa, baby, forgot to mention one little thing - a ring," the Christmas Angel - genuinely, according to the banners around her - continues singing.

Hell, she just may be Phil's new Mrs. Claus. And Phil gets what Phil wants.

"Can you keep a secret, kiddo?" Phil asks as he leans down to the child. The child, of course, nods enthusiastically. "She's the furture Mrs. Claus," he explains to the child.

The child beams up at Phil, excited to be in on the secret, before rushing off to their parents.

Not long after, Phil takes a break from being Santa. What's the first thing he does? Darts off to the nearest jewelry store in the mall. He finds a bracelet with cut gems that look similar to her eye color - Aquamarine, aoccriding to the store clerk - and immediately pays for it. He'll worry about the price much later. After the bracelet is gift-wrapped, he makes his way back towards the stage. There's only instrumental music playing over the speakers now so she must be on a break.

Perfect timing.

She's perched on the edge of the stage, legs crossed and hanging over the ledge, with her back to him as he approaches. Her head tips back as she sips from a bottle of water. Phil rounds the stage quickly and steps up next to her.

"Merry Christmas, Christmas Angel," he says to her with a smirk under the beard and gently hands her the wrapped jewelry box.

Her eyes land on the box then flash to his eyes. She looks ready to tell him off so he removes the beard - it's a downtime in the mall so there's no children running around that he'll ruin the magic for.

"Well, Kris Kringle," she smirks at him, "to what do I owe the honor of a hand-delivered gift?" Her hand delicately reaches out so her fingers slide over the box. She doesn't bother to make sure her fingers don't touch his.

"I've just come to ask Mrs. Claus why she's not at the North Pole." Phil's eyes rake over her dress, and he doesn't bother hiding that he is.

"Last I checked, Kringle," she counters with a seductive look in her eyes, "I'm your wife, not your property."

Fuuuuucking hell- think of something, Phil, or you're gonna to makes things awkward. Donny. That dumbass nearly fucked up the entire charity event and-

Had he been here, Phil wouldn't have met his new, future wife. Had Donny been in Phil's place...

Well, now he's just irritated.

"True," he chuckles. "But we could head back to the North Pole together pretty soon."

She scans his face for a moment then hums.

"Hand me your phone, Santa," she almost purrs.

He does as she asks, though, handing over his phone. As if at the speed of light, she enters her information into the phone and saves it under "Holly, the Christmas Angel". Then she hands his phone back.

"Merry Christmas, Santa," Holly winks at him then slides back so she can stand back up on the stage. Phil is left with a wink and a smirk before they're both pulled back to their stations.

A very merry Christmas indeed, Mrs. Claus.

CoD Christmas (Meet) Cuties Masterlist

[therehistoricfoundation]

Friendly reminder this Christmas that prehistoric animals brought back from extinction through as of yet unknown means do not make good pets!

This handsome fella is Doug the Dodo Bird (Raphus cucullatus). When Doug was just a chick, he was smuggled off of the island of Mauritius by wildlife traffickers and was sold to a black market exotic pet dealer. Doug’s new owners proceeded to keep him in a tiny cage and feet him an inadequate diet of bird seed, and as a result his growth was severely stunted. Luckily, Doug was rescued by the Rehistoric Foundation and now acts as our mascot/ambassador animal. Thanks to the round the clock specialty care he receives from our staff and volunteers, Doug has made an amazing comeback, though he can never be released back into the wild. Sadly, hundreds of other previously extinct animals are sold as pets every year and kept by people who don’t know how to properly care for them. This has resulted in a massive increase of attacks of Lazarus Taxa on humans as well as cases of people releasing their pets into the wild once they become too big or too dangerous to take care of. So, for this holiday season do the right thing and don’t get your kids a previously extinct animal for Christmas!

Merry Christmas and happy holidays from everyone here at the Rehistoric Foundation!!!

[3m-001]

MERRY HOLIDAYS FELLAS!!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS

HAPPY KWANZAA

HAPPY HANUKKAH

JOYUS EVERY HOLIDAY THIS WINTER SEASON!!! AND TO ALL A GREAT NEW YEAR!!!!!!!

[jules-has-notes]

2016 VoicePlay fall roundup — projects galore, frequent travels, and holiday cheer

As summer rolled into autumn, VoicePlay just kept rolling on their various creative fronts.

While the other guys were cruising in the northeast, Tony and Layne were hard at work back home, prepping and filming PattyCake's first Halloween video.

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California schemin'

Once the sailors were rested up, most of the guys headed for the west coast. They spent two days in Los Angeles filming collaboration videos, first with Kurt Hugo Schneider and then with AJ Rafael.

On the upside, their absence from Florida meant that they didn't have to take shelter from Hurricane Matthew. Unfortunately, Tony wasn't involved in the videos (for reasons that would soon become clear) and was supposed to be on a later flight than the others. He didn't make it out of Orlando before the airport was shut down.

From L.A., the guys hopped up the coast to San Francisco to perform at a benefit concert for the Elizabeth Glaser Pediatric AIDS Foundation hosted by the Alpha Epsilon Phi fraternity at Stanford University. With Tony stuck at home, the fellas called in their old buddy Paul Sperrazza from Vox Audio to pinch hit as their baritone for the night.

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Squeeze me in

After a few days at home, the guys hit the road again. They started with three days of student workshops in eastern Ohio.

During the week, they set their social media followers the challenge of finding them among the crowds of students and faculty at some of the schools. (Can you spot them all? The kids make surprisingly good camouflage.)

New Philadelphia, OH — East Elementary // West Elementary

Zoarville, OH — Tuscarawas Valley Elementary School

On the final day, they worked with the choirs from two local high schools, who then joined them for a show at Kent State Tuscarawas the following night.

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From there, the guys headed south to West Memphis, AR for another concert and a workshop at the local high school the day after that. One crafty fan brought them homemade VP logo cookies.

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students at West Memphis High School

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Next they flew up to NYC to perform at a fundraiser for the Lupus Foundation of America.

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Then they scooted upstate to Rochester for a show at Nazareth College before finally heading home.

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Happy holiday-ween

Once they returned to Orlando, it was time to buckle down on rehearsals for their second year at Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party, so that they'd all be able to hit the stage running in November. (Layne did take the time in the middle of the week to have dinner with their old friend Jeff Thatcher and introduce him to Doris, though.)

The extra twist this year was that, on top of getting themselves and their backup guys ready to perform their holiday setlists, these performances would also be their next step toward formally acknowledging Tony's departure. He wouldn't be joining the other guys on stage in Tomorrowland this season. Instead, they would alternate between two replacement baritones, Erik Winger and J.None, who would continue performing with them into the new year, until the group could decide on a new permanent member.

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No trick, all treats

At the end of the month, Geoff & Kathy announced that baby Castellucci was on the way at long last. They shared a short video documenting some of their challenging road to parenthood on Geoff's personal YouTube channel.

and baby makes three… er, five?

WARNING: This video contains footage of Kathy receiving many injections in her belly and buttocks. As a result, she engages in some pain-induced swearing. Understandable, but probably NSFW.

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One of the pumpkins from the baby reveal was then repurposed to create VoicePlay's social media posts for the day of Halloween.

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North to South (Carolina)

After a week and a half at home, the guys moseyed up to South Carolina for a pair of shows in Aiken, this time with Erik Winger as their substitute baritone.

A group of fans, perturbed by some negativity they'd been seeing directed toward the guys in YouTube comments and on social media, had been conspiring amongst themselves to counteract that energy. They'd created a book of positive messages and images. The two friends who had volunteered to collect and deliver everyone's submissions also documented the presentation during the post-show meet and greet on the first night so that all the contributors could see the guys' initial reactions.

Ashley and Nancy present the book of fan love

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The second day also held a few surprises.

It can be nice to have fans in the service industry.

Aiken, SC show — pre-show chatting // post-show group hug with fan Ashley // prezzies!

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Sing, laugh, and be merry

And then it was off to the races. VoicePlay began their second annual residency in Tomorrowland for Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party at Disney World in early November. For nearly 100 performances over the course of six weeks, they once again entertained thousands upon thousands of visitors to the Magic Kingdom.

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Hardcore mode

In between MVMCP shows, the guys continued doing their other jobs. Among other things, that meant Earl was lucky enough to be playing Crush in the Nemo live show when iconic professional wrestler Mick Foley was in the audience.

Earl meeting Mick Foley // the VP MVMCP B-team — Tony F., Antonio, Deejay, Joey, & J.None

Having a full cast of replacement singers came in handy during the second week of Disney World shows. VoicePlay had also booked a holiday concert down in Delray Beach for the Friday before Thanksgiving. So, while Winger filled in for Tony on the road, J.None and the rest of Echo took to the Tomorrowland stage in full force.

Eli and Ashley even left a day early and took a detour to attend a Carrie Underwood show in Tampa on the way.

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VoicePlaying for Gamecocks

At the beginning of December, VoicePlay headed up to South Carolina with Winger once more for their last non-Disney holiday concert of the year at USC.

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Bubblicious

In early December, some of the guys finally got to meet the British music blogger who had been singing their praises for several years when his vacation itinerary brought him to the Magic Kingdom.

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Caroling we roll along

Their final video shoot of the year was also the final entry in their first set of PartWork videos, a gentle rendition of "O Little Town of Bethlehem". With the announcement of Tony's departure drawing closer, the other four guys were all featured in this video in their usual roles, and Geoff did double duty to cover the baritone part.

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VoicePlates

As a fun little end-of-year treat, their pal (and former 4:2:Five tenor) Danny Alan stumbled upon some holiday paper goods that bore a surprisingly familiar looking design.

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The guys finally took the last few days of the year to relax and rest in preparation for their hectic start to the new year, but those are stories for another time.

[lovelyprincessn64]

Christmas request event

🎄Jingle Bells Jingle Bells all I want for Christmas is you. 🎁 it is the special time of the year December a month of Christmas joy and happiness and this year I'm giving it to everyone special for everyone to enjoy🎁

Don't be shy and have a happy holidays of a lifetime:

1. 12 days of Christmas

2. Jingle the reindeer

3. Toy day

4. Hot cocoa hot tub

5. Christmas from Japan

6. Sexy Santa fan service

7. Too much eggnog

8. Any type of Christmas theme

9. Hot cocoa nights

10. Secret Santa

11. Some cheese with that whine

12. Do You Want to Build a Snowman?

13. Horrific Xmas Tales

14. Icy nights

15. Snowball at Met Gala

16. Your ocs (Christmas theme)

17. Under the mistletoe

18. Home Alone

19. Cute elf

20. Kiss at the fireplace

21. Mean one Grinch

22. Christmas with Disney

23. Jingle Bells

24. Eating at grillby's

25. Don't tell on me

26. Ice Zone

27. Mythical wishes

28. Sugar plum Clefairy

29. Handsome nutcrackers

30. Dark times in Midwinter

31. Ugly sweaters

32. Drunk like crazy

33. Minty fresh

34. Shopping like crazy

35. Troublesome toys

36. Psycho Happy Fella

37. White elephant gift exchange

38. Grumpy bah humbug

39. Candle of Hope

40. Hanukkah

41. Zombie Santa (he's from Eddsworld zanta)

42. KFC rather than turkey

43. All I Want For Christmas

44. Naughty or nice

45. Winter vacation

46. Ice skating

47. Sugar coma

48. Bayonetta's birthday

49. Delicious cake rather than fruit cake

50. Christmas prompts

51. Time of the 90s

52. Isabel's birthday

53. Retro from the past

53. Holiday High Jinks

54. Pizza dinner

55. Kiss me at midnight

56. Time for a new year

57. South Park like crazy

58. Russia's too cold for me

59. Tea party at France

60. Joyful spirit

61. Wishing for a snow day

62. Fruit cakes

63. Ready for the new year

64. Yandere surprises

65. Overwatch winter event

66. Nightmare Before Christmas

67. Gothic styles

68. Christmas with NiGHTS

69. National cookie day

70. Beauty of a snow angel

71. Just a dream

72. Special Starbucks month

73. Dangerous frostbites

74. Nintendo prizes

75. Cabin Fever

76. Cutest gingerbread

77. Happy gift big smile

78. Jolly Sora

79. Christmas with Charlie Brown

80. Horror tales Christmas

81. Winter Legends

82. Milk and cookies

83. Whipping up with cream

84. Sonic Channel arts

85. Ben 10 anniversary

86. Snowball fights

87. Lovely Vintages

88. Winter Aesthetics or Christmas Aesthetics

89. Ed Edd and Eddy

90. Once Upon a December

91. Miracles in a best way

92. Baby don't go outside

93. Christmas wedding days

94. Baking cookies

95. Redraws gifts

96. Colors of poinsettias

97. Frosty the Snowman

98. McDonald's special

99. Aurora lights

100. Made with love

101. Wishing on a shooting star

102. Together stargazing

103. Satire of gifts

104. Ice cream dreams

105. Run over by a reindeer

106. Licorice taste

107. Hanging by a candy cane

108. You don't seem marry

109. Frostbite heart attack

110. Smashmas

112. My lips turn blue when I'm with you

113. Holidays with Eddsworld

114. He enjoys the feast

115. A hole in my heart a rip in the face

116. You better watch out

117. Sing along

118. Desires of a heart

119. Stealing crayons

200. Evil Candy Bar

201. Dashing through the snow

203. If I was your vampire

204. Golden hours

205. Sneaking through the fridge

206. Choices of flavors

207. Chandelier woman

208. Present from Mario

209. Playing with Game Boy

210. Decoration fun time

211. Toy store Mayhem

212. Countdown to end

213. Exotic joys

214. Dead on silver platter

215. Bacon for breakfast

216. Frozen

217. Served cold

218. Lilith and snowy

219. Coca-Cola season

220. Ornament creations

221. Animal Crossing

222. DIY times

223. Cartoon times

224. Thinking fruity

225. Wine and dine

226. Horror mix

227. Cheap chills

228. Party at Club Penguin

229. December birthdays

230. Nostalgia from the past

230. Gaming through the 90s

231. Time with coffee house

232. Makeup for a lame Christmas

233. Last Christmas

234. This year I'm giving it someone special

235. Daily activities

236. Holidays with Pokémon

237. True love gave to me

238. Making Reindeer nip

239. Got bloody

240. Dead by Christmas

241. Christmas or Halloween

242. Drink of ice coffee

243. Cookies on the Run

244. Mickey's Christmas Carol

245. Sing me a story

246. kurisumasu ni wa kentakkii

247. Woman you are a lump of coal

248. Boy to the world

249. Building gingerbreads

250. Waking within morning

251. Wonders of life

252. Fruit cakes

253. Lollipop crazy

254. Don't hike in snow

255. Frostbites

256. Sing of carols

257. Isabel's birthday

258. Holiday Bashs

259. Revenge of the snow plow

300. Colors of snow cones

301. Coffee & Mints

302. SpongeBob Christmas specials

303. Nezuko's birthday

304. For my Nezuko

303. Villain Hawks

304. Hawks's birthday

305. My favorite food is chicken

306. Hawks wearing US military uniform

307. Chibi Nezuko

308. Last minute shopper’s

311. Green Monday

310. Chocolate covered anything 

311. National cotton candy day

312. Too much cotton candy

313. Drunk idiot

314. Sacher-Torte

315. Gazpacho

316. National Cookie Cutter Day

317. Cyber Monday

318. Peppermint Bark

319. Chibi Hawks

320. National Pastry Day

321. Filo-style pastries

322. Winter lolita fashion

323. Frost Queen Cookie

324. Ochaco Uraraka's birthday

325. Chibi Ochaco Uraraka

326. Ochaco Uraraka wearing a wedding dress

327. 35 Years of the Simpsons

328. Antonblast

329. Toycember

330. Winter kimono

331. Xmas in Rio

332. What does Christmas mean to you

333. Happiness is Holiday

334. Magic night

335. Winter sleep

336. London miss you at Christmas

337. Mistletoe fantasies

338. Jólakötturinn / Yule cat

339. Pohutukawa

340. St. Lucia day

341. Yule goat

342. Father Frost

343. Kutia

344. Kalach

345. Varenyky

346. Borshch

347. Kisel

348. Holubtsi

349. Pampushky

350. Cured Herring

351. Vushka

352. Kholodets

353. Sweet colorful jelly

354. Frau Perchta

355. Yearwalkers

356. Boreas

357. Khione

358. Glastonbury holy thorn

359. Hans Trapp

360. Evergreen ivy

361. Joulupukki

362. Kallikantzaroi

363. La Befana

364. Lord of Misrule

365. Mari Lwyd

366. Morozko

367. Queen of winter

368. Robin Redbreast

369. Saturnalia

370. Snegurochka

371. Tomte

372. Mary Lwyd

373. The Tomten 

374. Belsnicking

375. Yule Lads

376. No one fears Santa the way they fear Belsnickel

377. Kallikantzaroi

378. Knecht Ruprecht

379. Sinterklaas

380. Belsnickel

381. December Solstice

382. Ty's gingerbread man beanie baby

383. Dragocember

384. Kurisumasu Keki

385. Puppet combo christmas massacre (https://puppetcombo.fandom.com/wiki/Christmas_Massacre)

386. A little snow fairy sugar (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_A_Little_Snow_Fairy_Sugar_episodes)

387. Where Mega Man, Bass and Magic Man are cozying up with some nice synthetic hot cocoa

388. Winter fairy coquette

389. You still need a cookbook for the holidays

390. Gothabelle

391. The Strawberry King's birthday

392. Snow bunny aesthetic

393. Chibi Hawks

394. Yandere Hawks

395. A Princess for Christmas

392. National cotton candy day

393. Cotton candy colors

Note: please read the rules before requesting also if you prefer Halloween or Thanksgiving feel free to go these events also have a Merry Christmas🎄.

[artisofthandy]

It’s Guy Fawkes Day/ Guy Fawkes Night/Bonfire Night 2024! A day to commemorate and celebrate the failed gunpowder assassination attempt of King James I back in the 17th century! For some context in 1605, a fella by the name of Guy Fawkes decided to plan a gunpowder assassination along with his gang by blowing up the House of Parliament with King James inside, this was all due to political and religious matters (remember back then, the church was massively Protestant and that being part of a different religion was incredibly illegal if they find out and Guy Fawkes and his gang were mostly Catholic.) They believe should they succeed in killing James, they get a new sympathetic ruler. But the plan failed spectacularly, because there was someone who notified the king ahead of time and not only was the whole gang, Guy Fawkes included was caught they were executed for treason and conspiracy. And now every year the British holiday on November 5th was now Guy Fawkes Night and the rest is history. It’s celebrated every year to commemorate the foiled attempt!

Happy Guy Fawkes Night 2024 everyone! Celebrate with bonfires, fireworks, sparklers, firecrackers and other pyrotechnics!

[theaterrush]

✫➺"Happy Toy Day, fellas! And hope y'all have just as happy of a new year!"

✫➺"In fact, I think I've got JUST the deal to make your holidays MERRY and BRIGHT-!"

[welikemonstermen]

LIFE UPDATE FELLAS

New username bc I wanted it to be like my Twitter user too (w/ my twt user missing the "e" in "monster" bc of the character limit)

I believe in Space Goofs and Iggy Pop supremacy ;)

Also, new name dropped! I love it when I'm nonbinary and autistic w/ lots of swag and I project myself onto a character (and that character being MK from LEGO Monkie Kid) :3

Also fellas, thanks for still sticking around even though I'm addicted to Twitter (which is literally the worst mistake ever lol)

I'm glad my funny roblox chat findings are somehow keeping this blog alive (and maybe I'll finally cave in and post some of my other interests too or smth ig)

BTW, Happy Holidays and Happy New Year!! :D

[skullgrind]

COFFIN MULCH: Kicking us all square in the WEENIE with this ghostly howl from Scotland. DEATH METAL of the "old school" variety from the band's debut full-length release. Uncredited drippy slime crypt full of busted coffins is exactly the mental image I used for all the musical selections in this mix.

TOMBSTONER: A review on the BC page reads "DEATH METAL like if ENTOMBED and BLOODBATH had a baby" which I agree with except this band is not Swedish they are from Staten Island, NY. But we have more "old school" sounds here on the title track from earlier this year. Fantastic zombie factory cover art by the ungodly Tyler Penninngton.

FULCI: Straight off the zombie factory floor and headed to the beach with this next bit of DEATH METAL from Italy. Can't have a WEENIE mix without a bit of zombie lord love. Beach holiday cover art by Misanthropic Art.

BASTARD PRIEST: Now this here is what I am talking about! Brand new Swedish DEATH METAL from these bastards. It's only two tracks but they both rip the skin off your face and leave you dripping like this hooded fella on the cover art.

HARSH REALM: Wanna talk harsh? How nature fucking up your whole world and leaving a trail of destruction through everything around you? This band from Asheville, North Carolina knows a thing or two about harsh and DEATH METAL. This new record just came out last week so support them as they carry on. Death dragging us all back into the crypt for more punishment on the cover art by Serus.

Buried under Six feet of pure hatred Just one more Helpless body Resting with the rotted

SURGERY: Time for a bit of Slovakian DEATH METAL that came out way back in February of this year. I've been waiting to include it in the mix ever since then and what better time than now? We got zombies all up in our WEENIE shit. Fantastic hospitalized zombie cover art on this J-CARD by T. Kannibalet Hietomaa.

SCUMRIPPER: We got more new stuff that just came out last week here. Finnish street justice for zombies cranking out the DEATH/THRASH METAL as they disturb our peace. Riding on a wave of slime and rats straight out of hell just like the cover art by Roope Sillanpaa.

Exhume the body and Disturb the peace Claim the head Spit on the dead

LARVAE: Putrid puking DEATH/DOOM METAL 2-piece from Italy up next and they're telling us not to spit on the dead but to fuck them instead. Tis the reason for the WEENIE season.

Worms desecrate My open flesh A smile of pleasure On my face

KRYPTONOMICON: I didn't realize I had so much DEATH METAL from Italy in this mix but here we are! I have no regrets. I'll be riding off into the sunrise on my WEENIE horse dripping rot and decay on everyone below just like this cover art by Paolo Girardi.

SPLATTERHOUSE: I've made a lot of WEENIE type mixes over the 20 odd years of doing this thing and this band has been in a lot of them. DEATH/GRIND from a compilation of all their recordings and this track is from their split with GRUESOME STUFF RELISH on NO ESCAPE. I had this split but it got stuck in a CD player at work once and I never got it back. Oh well. Happy WEENIE to you all and keep it dead and rotting until next week!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO ALL YOU WEENIES!

THE GRIND - 10/25/24 MIX - (EARLY EXHUMATION)

Got the zombies and gore all you WEENIES need for the holiday. Friday 8PM EST be there or be a smashed pumpkin.

[godsandmonsters505]

Roll Like Thunder | Negan Smith

dbf!Negan Smith (The Walking Dead) x younger fem!reader

(AU where the apocalypse never happened)

Summary: Negan is your dad's best friend and the two of you settle some tension while on your family vacation.

Warnings (18+): age gap (reader is college age, maybe 20-ish, and Negan's age is not specified but I'm feeling early 50s), smut (fem receiving oral, unprotected p in v), possibility of getting caught, edging

Notes: this actually kinda turned out sweet in a way I think, which is surprising because that's not often an outcome when I write for Negan lmao. not proofread yet because I just wanted to get it out to you all asap, but will edit if needed when I get the chance. hope you enjoy!! (also the intro is kinda long oops)

Grabbing your glass of wine you take another much needed swig, cringing at your dad and uncle. They always find some way to turn every conversation into a political argument while the rest of your family eat their meals and exchange knowing glances

Family holidays were always like this. The one time a year when everyone was together: your parents, aunt, uncle and cousins. Only this year, there was a new addition.

Negan had grown up being a close friends with both your father and uncle and they are still best friends to this day. He recently went through a messy divorce and this is his first Christmas without his wife in a long time. Your dad never was good with showing kindness or friendship, but your uncle had convinced him it would be a good idea to invite him to his cabin for your annual Christmas getaway.

And that's how you got here.

You'd always had a little bit of a crush on Negan, for as long as you could remember. Though you never saw much of him as a kid. It wasn't until you got older - old enough to be able to drink in front of your parents - that you got to spend more time with him. Drinking was a big part of their social life, so once you could join in, you got to know him better. You got on well with your parents so you'd have barbeques with them and their friends, join in with conversations in the kitchen when they'd have people over, go out to dinner. But then you went off to college and started spending less and less time with them. So now it's Christmas time, you're happy to be able to spend time with your family. And Negan, more than you'd care to admit.

"Okay fellas," your mom chimes in. "Enough of that."

Negan makes eye contact with you from across the other side of the table and you smirk at each other. You're both all too familiar with watching this from an outside perspective.

"The food's delicious, Negan," she adds, turning to Negan, who had cooked this meal for you all. Sort of as a thank you for letting him tag along. For the first few days in the cabin he felt a little out of place, like he was intruding on your family's time together. But eventually he began to find himself settling. You were lucky to have a very fun, non-judgmental family so everyone was happy to have him there.

You nodded in agreement with your mother's statement. "I'd have more if there was any left." You motion to your empty plate.

"I'm glad it's got your approval, ladies," he grins.

The meal comes to an end and alcohol starts flowing. Your cousins are all younger than you so they head off to their bedrooms to do whatever it is kids their age do.

"I'd better get these dishes cleaned," Negan declares, standing up from his seat.

"No," you say, protesting. "You cooked. I'll clean."

"It's fine, you don't have to," he says kindly.

"I want to," you smile. "Really I'm happy to."

"We'll do them together?" He suggests, coming to a compromise and you nod in agreement.

"You raised a stubborn one," he mumbles teasingly to your dad, patting his shoulder as he walks past him.

"She gets that from me," your mom chirps as the two of you pick the plates up from the table and carry them into the kitchen.

Putting the plates on the kitchen top, you head to the fridge and look inside.

"Beer?" you ask, peeking around the door to look at Negan's response. Though you already have two cans in your hand, knowing he won't turn down the offer.

He nods. "Can't do anything without a drink in hand in this family, huh?"

You close the fridge door and pass him his beer, cracking open his own.

"You should be more than aware of that," you tease. "I've heard what you and my dad used to get up to."

"I'm sure you've not even heard the most of it," he teases back.

You laugh softly under your breath at his response.

"I'll wash, you dry?" You suggest as the sink begins to fill with soapy water.

The two of you get the dishes done relatively quickly as Negan tells you a story from his college days. You have to keep yourself composed and remember who he is. Remember that these stories he's telling of him at your age took place before you were even born. A decade before, at least. But, every so often, as you pass him the plates to dry, your fingers touch his and such a small motion has you weak. You can't look him directly in the eyes as he stands so close to you. That signature grin of his spread across his face.

The two of your finish and you take a large swig of your beer, but it's no surprise that the flush of alcohol doesn't help your body heat. You can only hope and pray that your cheeks aren't beetroot red right now.

"I'm sure you've got plenty of stories, though, right?" He asks. "Being in college and all. And with your dad's genes...God."

A playful smile spreads on your face. "Sure. I'm absolutely not telling you though. My dad would have a heart attack."

"Ahh," he smiles back. "So this whole 'good girl' thing is just an act, then?"

Holy shit. Good girl? He has no clue what he is doing to you calling you things like that.

"I can be good when it suits me." You say, almost flirtatiously, and immediately kick yourself. Why the hell would you say something like that to him?

Your off-the-cuff reply has him grinning. He swipes his tongue over his teeth as he contemplates your words and you almost drop to your knees.

"Let's go see what political debate has become the talking point now," you say, changing the topic to hide your complete embarrassment. You leave the kitchen and head to the living room, Negan following.

Somehow, in the time it took you to wash the dishes, your mom and aunt have gone through a bottle and a half of wine, and they're sat on the floor with your dad and uncle playing some sort of drinking game.

You sit down on the couch and Negan sits next to you. Why? Why could he not just sit away from you? Give you some space to compose yourself? But the action is completely innocent. There is just less than a foot between the two of you, yet it still feels like he is on top of you. Like you're breathing the same air.

"What was I just saying?" Negan says, nudging your arm with his elbow. "Alcohol."

You shake your head in playful disagreement with your relatives' actions.

"Hey, mom," you say and her head whips around, as laughter escapes her lips. "Think you've had enough for tonight?"

"Oh, you're so boring," she waves her hand at you dismissively.

The four of them continue for about half an hour as you and Negan observe and laugh. The game finally comes to an end when your aunt and uncle discreetly head off to their bedroom for a reason you don't even want to think about. Your parents follow shortly after, your dad having to carry your drunk mom up the stairs.

You come back from the kitchen where you were getting another lager for you and Negan. As you do so, you look for the TV controller and find a blanket that was lying around. You sit down again next to Negan and look down at your phone to check the time.

"God, it's not even 10 o'clock yet." You laugh.

"Amateurs," he says sarcastically.

You pass him his beer which he thanks you for, then get under you blanket.

"Want some?" You ask, holding out some excess blanket towards him.

"Sure," he accepts, getting comfortable himself.

The whole situation you're in is completely innocent, but it dawns on you that you're currently alone with Negan, tucked under the same blanket. Given that fact, you make a conscious effort not to touch him at all and try to remain composed.

"Put a movie on?" You ask him, passing the TV remote to him.

He takes it from your hand, brushing his fingertips across yours.

You watch him carefully as he selects a film to put on, making sure not to get caught admiring him. He just looks so good. The salt and pepper sprinkled throughout his hair and beard. The tattoos that cover his arms. The way his white t-shirt hugs his body just right. You're brought out of your thoughts when he speaks.

"You seen Batman Returns?" He asks, looking down at you.

"Of course," you smile. "It's a classic."

"Feel like watching it again?"

You nod. You'll watch whatever he wants. Do whatever he wants.

"Absolutely," you answer. "I didn't peg you as a Batman kind of guy, to be honest."

"Like you say, it's a classic," he says. "Plus there's always Michelle Pfeiffer."

You laugh at him. "I feel you."

You polish off another beer as you watch the film. You try your best to pay attention, to keep your eyes open, but you grow increasingly tired. It must have only been fifteen minutes into the film when you finally drift off, reality slipping away.

When you wake up again, it takes a while to fully gain consciousness, You feel something under you head, under your arm, but you don't pay much attention to it.

You feel warm. Comfortable. You don't want to wake up, you could stay here forever. The smell of men's shampoo and cologne comforts you, a soft material under the touch of your hand.

All of a sudden reality dawns on you. You realise that your head is leaning on a shoulder. That your hand is draped across a torso. You shoot up, sitting upright and see Negan smiling at you softly through slightly hooded eyes.

"Oh God," you say, feeling incredibly humiliated. "I'm sorry." But he just chuckles.

You look over to the television and see a black screen.

"Did the movie finish?" You ask groggily and he nods. Fuck. You slept for the entire duration of the film and who knows how much of that time you spent laying on Negan's shoulder.

What you're only just realising now, though, is how close you're still sat to him. How even though you're sat up, Negan's shoulder is casually draped across the back of the sofa, dangerously close to your shoulder blades.

"Why didn't you just wake me up?" You ask, feeling flushed.

"You looked peaceful." He answers, honestly. "Didn't want to disrupt you."

"I'm sorry," you apologize again. "You should've woken me up."

"I didn't mind, sweetheart." He insists. "Honestly."

The pet name drives you utterly insane. As if this whole thing wasn't already enough. Your body feels so hot. What with the blanket, his body heat, your arousal.

"I will say though, you do talk quite a bit in your sleep," he smiles coyly and dread shoots through your entire body.

"Wh-what-" you can't even get a full sentence out. "What did I-"

A flash of a dream comes back to you in that moment. Oh God. Oh God, no. You can't remember the details, but you remember the feeling. Negan on top of you. His body weight on you. The ecstasy you felt. His hands on your body. His name slipping from your lips.

You had a sex dream about Negan while you were laying on his Goddamn shoulder. You're lost for words, but Negan is enjoying watching this play out. He bites his lip, trying to suppress his smug grin as he watches you realise the possibilities of what you might have said.

His arm slowly slips off the back of the sofa and creeps around to touch you, the movement making you flinch a little. What is he doing?

He takes his other hand and places two fingers just under your chin, forcing you to look up at him. The two of you make eye contact and you can't even contemplate what is happening - still a little groggy from your nap - before his lips are coming down gently on yours.

You kiss him back almost immediately. It's a surprising delicate and intimate kiss, and you daringly bring your hand up to his neck to pull him in deeper, but he pulls back.

You worry that he is having second thoughts, but the look in his eyes says the complete opposite. He just wants to get a good look at you before he tears you apart. You feel vulnerable under his hungry eyes but you love how it makes you feel.

The two of you take a moment to catch your breath before your lips join again, this time the kiss rougher. More passionate. His arms wrap around your back to pull your body snug to his and you intwine your fingers into his hair, tugging ever so slightly. His large hands snake further down and grab your hips, pulling you onto his lap. As you get comfortable you shift along his length and gasp, feeling that he is already hard.

"You were practically fucking dry humping me in your sleep," he chuckles. "You can't blame me."

"So that's why you didn't want to wake me up, then?" You're barely able to mumble, teasing him.

"Hmm, maybe." You can feel him smile into the kiss and it makes you want him more. Everything about him is so endearing. He just radiates this warmth, this aura, and it's radiating.

Even now, however, you're nervous to move things along. You know what you want but this is still so surreal, and it would be an understatement to say you feel a little intimidated in this moment. You have enough sexual experience, but this is Negan. This is different. So you're glad when he takes control and begins to lift up your top, pulling it over your head to expose your bra.

His mouth makes contact with the flesh of your chest, sucking and nipping while he reaches around to unhook your bra. He feels his cock twitch when he sees your bare breasts, taking a nipple into his mouth immediately as his warm hands roam and caress your back, travelling over your smooth skin.

As you start to subconsciously grind into his bulge, Negan continues to explore your breasts. You're looking for any kind of relief and you begin to find some as he presses up into you, but both of your pants are restricting you.

You feel yourself crumbling further and further as Negan's hands come around to aid him with his attention to your breasts, squeezing and practically groaning as he does so. The noise changes something inside you, and makes you realise that you need him stripped of his clothes right this second.

You grasp the bottom of his shirt and he briefly pulls away from you to allow you to move it, but the second you're done, his lips are back on your skin, leaving marks on your collarbone and neck. Next, you move onto the buckle of his belt but he swats your hand away.

Pulling back from the kiss, you look to him with wide eyes full of confusion. That look alone is nearly enough to cause him to fold and fuck you right then and there. But he has other plans.

"Be patient for me, honey," he says sweetly, and as badly as you want him, you trust him.

He pulls your body flush to his, so that your breasts are pressed entirely against the heat of his chest. Then he grips your lower back and stands up, holding you tightly.

"We can't do this here," he says, carrying you towards the stairs. You grind up against him playfully as he does so and he stops momentarily half way up the stairs, clearly affected by the action. In retaliation he gently swats your ass and you giggle at his response.

"Shh," he hushes, but he can't hide the grin that spreads across his face as you bury your face in his shoulder to muffle the sound.

Being as quiet as possible, he takes you into his bedroom which - awkwardly - is across the hall from your parents' room.

He puts you down on the bed, barely allowing himself to be away from you for a second, climbing on top of you hastily. He goes back to kissing you, the taste of him intoxicating. The way he kisses are gentle yet so hot and passionate at the same time, becoming increasingly sloppy as they shift from your lips to your jaw, neck, chest, abdomen, until you're a writhing mess beneath him.

Once he has kissed so far that he reaches the waist line of your trousers, he unbuttons them and pulls them all the way down. He throws them onto the floor, leaving you just in your lace black panties. He nudges your legs open and moves his kisses to your thigh. He's slowly breaking you and you're not sure how much more you can take. Painstakingly slow, he trails his tongue up your inner thigh until he reaches the edge of your panties.

Eventually he slips your panties off and you tremble as you feel the cool air of his room against your hot, aching core. He places his hands on your inner thighs to push them open further, mouth watering at the sight of you. The delicate touch of his fingers send shivers up your spine and you're in desperate need of more.

"Please, Negan," you say, barely a croak.

"Shh, let me take care of you," he soothes, his voice low and gravelly as he tries his best to stay quiet. "Wanted to taste this sweet pussy for so long."

As if to affirm his words, he lowers his head and licks a stripe straight through your folds, groaning as he feels how wet you are.

He then moves his mouth to make contact with your clit, your hips raising at the action. He starts off by sucking gently, leaving you aching for more as you reach down to grab his hair, not knowing what else to do. He chuckles as you do so and sends vibrations straight through your core. Unable to control yourself, a moan escapes you lips and he squeezes your thighs warningly, wordlessly telling you to be quiet.

He takes his time to precisely pull you apart, but then his motions begins to get harsher, faster. You feel that rising feeling in the pit of your stomach begin to spread after waiting for what feels like so long. He alternates between kissing, sucking, licking, nipping until you're desperate for more. Sensing this, he teases one finger at your entrance.

"Please," you whimper, legs trembling. He answers your pleading by pushing his single digit inside you in one long push, as deep as he can go, and keeping it there momentarily. As he continues to eat you out, he begins moving his finger, fucking you gently. When he adds a second finger you have to clasp your hand over your own mouth to stop yourself from calling out his name. Your legs wrap around his head, wanting to pull him closer to you in any way possible.

Closing your eyes, you feel that white hot feeling flooding through your veins, but right as you're about to reach your peak, he pulls his fingers out and his mouth away from you.

You let out a guttural sound, one of desperation which causes Negan to laugh under his breath.

"Negan, God, please," you whine, putting both your hands on his head and pushing him back down.

"So bossy," he mumbles with a smile on his face, but he obliges.

He doesn't use his fingers on you again, but it makes no difference. You're already pent up enough as it is that it won't take a lot to make you reach your peak. Plus, you don't doubt that Negan's skillful mouth is more than enough for you.

He circles his tongue around your clit, going back to sucking while using his free fingers to absentmindedly trace little patterns into your thighs. The only noises are your heavy pants and the wetness of his mouth against you, and it fills the otherwise deadly silent bedroom.

He's starting to become more familiar with your body and your reactions and he can tell you're getting close again. To which he stops and pulls away yet again.

"Negan," you almost cry. Tears prick in the corners of your eyes as you throb for him. "Please, I need to-"

"I got you baby," he assures you, stroking the flesh of your thighs comfortingly.

You can't bare it. You almost despise him for doing this to you, but you can't. It's all so surreal: having this man between your thighs. So often you have fantasized of it and though it's so wrong, it's now happening.

Before you can beg again, his lips make contact with you. This time he's a man on a mission. His tongue flicks against your clit as two of his fingers slip back inside you. You're so wet that it's an easy motion, but you still feel the tight, delicious stretch. He allows you to get used to it, building you up until he adds a third finger and you have to use all your power not to yell out his name. You try your hardest not to hurt Negan by squeezing your thighs too much or pulling his hair too hard, but he loves it. He loves driving you crazy, seeing you unwind for him. The noises you make. The taste of you.

Relentlessly, he penetrates you with his fingers, pushing and curling his fingers deep inside you, hitting a spot that eventually brings you your release. One last push, one last flick of his tongue and you're falling over the edge. You squeeze your eyes shut and you can't help the animalistic sound that leaves you as white flashes behind your eyelids. He continues eating you out through your orgasm and it hits you that you think you're doing something you never have before.

Once you manage to come around again, you let your legs relax and look down to Negan who looks up at you. He smiles smugly, your wetness remaining in his beard and it causes you to go weak in the knees.

"Did I just-?" Squirt, you want to say. But somehow it doesn't seem like the nicest word to describe what just happened between of the two.

He nods with a glimmer in his eyes as he makes his way up the bed, his body above yours.

"I've never-" you croak. "I've never done that before."

"You just needed a man, that's all," he gloats and you roll your eyes. "It was hot as fuck, for what it's worth."

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips. You can taste yourself on him.

You're still shaking a little, but you manage to pull back a little to look him in his eyes.

"Are we really doing this?" You ask, bordering on timid.

"Do you want to?" He counters.

"Yes," you say, quickly, not wanting him to think you're having doubts. Because there is absolutely no doubt in your mind that you want the man above him. Hell, you need him. But somehow you find yourself feeling a little insecure and needing reassurance. "Do you?"

"Darling," he laughs. "Not to be crude, but you just came all over my face. I want this more than you know."

You nod and smile, feeling more confident. "I'm sorry, I just-"

He interrupts your babbling with a long kiss to your lips, silencing you.

"You need to worry less," he says, bringing his hand to stroke your cheek sweetly.

"Make me." You propose flirtingly, smiling up at him.

"That I can do." His lips crash down on yours and his tongue intertwines with yours.

Reaching down to his pants you fumble with his zip, which he helps your shaky hands undo. He shifts both his pants and boxers down off his ankles, and though you can't see his length fully from this angle, you can feel its hardness press against your lower stomach and he feels big.

"You ready, baby?" He raises his brow at you as he grips his member and teases it through your folds.

"Yes, please Negan," you pant, even after having the best orgasm of your life, you still need more. "Need you inside me."

He groans as he slips inside of you and the way you practically beg for him drives him crazy.

"So fucking tight, holy shit," he mumbles into your ear, his head dropping down to bite and suck on the crook of your neck. "Oh, baby, fuck."

Hearing him say such obscene things affects you in an indescribable way. His voice has always been massively attractive to you, but now...you're done for. The deep rumble, smooth like honey, even lower in an attempt to remain quiet to your family in the surrounding bedrooms. It's like dark magic. It has you hooked. He could say the right thing to you with that voice and you'd cum right there and then.

His movements are slow, savoring the sensation of you around him. He wants to take his time with you. He never wants it to be over.

Instinctively, you wrap your legs around his back and lift your hips up wanting more from you. He maintains his pace, but does start pushing deeper inside you like you wanted.

"I've wanted you for so long," you say, not even in control of your words anymore. It's like he's fucking them right out of you. He moans into your neck at your admission and starts thrusting a little faster, as if in response to your statement.

"Do you know-" he stops speaking for a moment to breathe and compose himself, clearly enjoying this as much as you, "how often I get myself off thinking about you?" He punctuates his point with a particularly hard thrust and that - in combination with the idea of him masturbating to the thought of you - causes you to cry out. You thought he would shush you, but he seems too far gone at this point.

"A fucking pretty little thing like you," he says, his hands groping at your tits, his touch rougher than before, "it'd be hard not to."

"Oh god," you whimper. "Harder, please."

His movements get harsher gradually, following your command and getting you closer and closer every second.

He lifts his head up and the way he looks at you makes your insides collapse. To be the sole object of his attention. How he looks at you like you're all that ever mattered.

"I'm so close, Negan," you tell him.

"Taking me so fucking well, darling," he praises, reaching one hand down to lazily play with your clit. That's all it takes and he can feel it coming as you begin to squeeze around him. He takes your lips in a long, sensual kiss as you climax, trying to muffle your moans as he fucks you through your orgasm. Your hands are wrapped around his back, squeezing into his shoulders as you try your hardest to be quiet. Pure pleasure surges through your veins as he presses his entire body weight into you: suffocating in the most beautiful way possible.

Gradually, Negan's movements come to a halt and he stops moving inside you briefly, letting go of you come down from your high.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me," he declares and before you can reply, he suddenly starts moving inside you again, faster than the last time, placing a quick peck on the tip of your nose as he does so.

He soon reaches a pace much faster than before and you're rendered speechless.

Your attention is grabbed, however, by the open and shut of a door somewhere. You gasp and your eyes widen at the sound. The possibilities of who it could be and if they'd heard you start to race through your mind but your thoughts are cut off when Negan clasps a hand firmly over your mouth to keep you quiet. He presses you further into the mattress as he fucks you even harder than before, enjoying tormenting you.

You listen closely to the footsteps. They're quite loud - that of a man - probably your dad or uncle. The pitter patter grows closer and your heard races, both from the fear of getting caught and from the sensation of Negan deep inside you. Hitting places you're sure no other man ever has or ever could. You relax a little as you hear the footsteps pass Negan's bedroom and head into the shared bathroom, the door closing afterwards.

Negan takes his hand off your mouth and you gasp for air.

"Oh my god, please don't stop," you beg as he sets a pace and sticks with it, snaking his slender fingers back down to your clit and circling it gently.

"I don't plan on," he chimes. "You're taking me so well."

You've never felt anything like this. Your entire body is numb and slick with sweat. All you can do is grab onto his hair and try your best to lift your hips to meet his thrusts.

To help you out, he grabs your body and switches positions slightly. He lifts himself up then clutches your thighs, lifting them onto his shoulders. Then his hands grip onto your hips and he has access to you in a way that allows him to go much deeper. You know you can't take much more. You're close to crying just from how much you want to scream his name.

Your eyes keep fluttering shut but you force them opening, wanting to keep them on the man doing this to you. His tousled hair, his flexed biceps, his tattooed chest.

"Harder, please," you whisper. "I'm nearly there."

Thrusting harder, he also adds his fingers back to your clit, rubbing harshly. It's almost painful on your sensitive nerves but it feels unreal and it's enough to build you up to near-ecstasy.

Your mouth hangs open but you refrain from making any noise. In one unexpected motion, he lands a slap to your clit and it sends your orgasm rushing.

"Good girl, that's it," he guides you through as your body starts to spasm.

He continually pounds into you and turns his head to the side to place soft kisses to your inner thigh, contrasting the way he now ruthlessly moves inside of you.

You contract around him as you cum and you can tell he is trying his hardest to hold on as he visibly hesitates, not knowing where to release.

"Cum inside me, Negan," you give permission. "Want it so bad."

Those words were all he needed as he spills inside you, the warm liquid filling you.

Gradually, his movements slow down as he fucks you through the both of your orgasms, fucking his cum deeper inside you, and then pulls out and collapses next to you.

You rest your head on his shoulder and to your surprise, he pulls you closer to him, placing a kiss to your forehead.

"Holy shit," you giggle, the whole situation setting in.

Negan's about to speak but his sentence stops forming when the bathroom door opens and closes again. You'd completely forgot about that.

The two of you exchange a glance as you wait for the footsteps to disappear down the hallway. Once they're gone, you relax back into his embrace.

Absentmindedly, you place your hand on Negan's warm chest, tracing the ink of his tattoos. Its surprisingly comforting having him this close, to be held by him. You're entranced by the smell of his cologne and the way his chest heaves up and down, catching his breath. He smiles as he watches you, equally as entranced by you. He can't quite believe that the daydreams he thought were exactly that - daydreams - have come to life.

"We'll have to do this again," he grins coyly, "some place where you can scream my name as loud as you need to." His hands run over your body, cupping your breasts as if to appreciate as much of you as possible.

"I'd like that," you smile back, snuggling into his arms. You know you can't stay here all night, but you'll appreciate it for as long as possible.