#inappropriate use of a candy cane

[alyssalenko]

Jingle Bells

Marlo tries to help Harry regain the Christmas Spirit he lost in his divorce with some sexy Christmas lingerie and some jingle bells...AO3

Marlo collapsed beside Harry on the sofa after she finished putting the star on top of the tree, Harry smiling as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and drew her against his side, kissing the top of her head. It was their first official Christmas together as a couple, and tomorrow everyone would be together, but for now it was just the two of them able to make the most of their time together. A fire crackled merrily in the hearth, and between it and the twinkling lights on the tree, the room had the coziest atmosphere. Marlo snuggled into him, her head on his chest, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat, reminding her that they were both here and alive.

“What's your favorite Christmas tradition?” She asked, resting her head on his chest as she curled her legs up underneath her body and traced patterns on his pec with her fingers.

“My mother actually used to have all of us--me and my cousins, aunts and uncles, as well as her and my father–gather in the kitchen to make different treats from cookies to candies to hot chocolate. Just a nice way to have the family all together.”

“That's really sweet. Mom and dad always let D and I open one gift on Christmas eve--we were impatient as children and it kind of blossomed into tradition from there.” Marlo chuckled at the memory, Harry rubbing his hand up and down her arm as he pressed his cheek to her hair.

“Since the divorce, I haven't really done anything for the holidays.”

Marlo frowned and sat up--his ex-wife had really done a number on him and she hated it; he deserved so much better. “I think it's time we change that, combine both of our traditions and start getting back your Christmas Spirit. I need to get your first present ready, so I can't join you in the kitchen, is that all right?”

He nodded, the two of them extricating themselves from each other, Marlo heading into their bedroom and Harry heading into the kitchen. She'd been looking for an excuse and a way to change into the Christmas themed lingerie she'd secretly bought to seduce him with. Helping him get back his Christmas spirit was just a bonus. Marlo checked her reflection in the mirror as she placed a Santa hat on her head and tied a spring of mistletoe into the bow at her waist before she made her way over to the tree and arranged herself underneath it--Harry's one Christmas Eve present to open. After a moment's deliberation, she grabbed a candy cane off the tree, peeling the plastic down and sticking it in her mouth; a naughty idea forming in her head.

Harry nearly dropped both mugs of hot chocolate as he rounded the corner from the kitchen when he saw what was waiting for him. Marlo was lounging back on her elbows under the Christmas tree, a candy cane in her mouth, a Santa hat on her head, red gloves with white trim by her elbow and knee high black boots with gold buckles on her feet. Red poinsettias covered her nipples, red and green jingle bells dangling from them in front of discs that he realized said ‘Santa’s Slut’ as he got closer. She had a black satin ribbon wrapped around her stomach, a clump of mistletoe wound into the bow in front of her belly button, pointing at her red thong tied with white puffballs at her hips, the words ‘so nice, Santa came twice’, emblazoned in white lettering across the red fabric. He would have laughed if he wasn't so goddamned horny at the sight of her–if this was how she embraced the Christmas spirit, he was in for a very long season, indeed, but he was absolutely looking forward to it.

"Jesus Christ, Marlo." Harry growled, setting the mugs on the coffee table and running one hand through his hair as he cursed under his breath, a bulge tenting the front of his slacks as he reached down and adjusted himself in his pants. "You're going to give me a heart attack."

Marlo took the candy cane from her mouth and covered it back up with it's wrapping, grinning as she ran a hand over her bare hip and up her side, flicking the jingle bells dangling from her nipples, a pleasant chime tinkling in the air. She smirked as she bit her lip, Harry stepping closer and kneeling on the floor in front of where she lounged under the Christmas tree. Teasing fingers trailed along her leg, Harry pulling the zipper of one of her boots down slowly and pressing his lips to every inch of skin he exposed, before doing the same to the other side. He kissed his way from her ankles to her knees, Marlo biting her lip as he moved to her inner thigh, close to where she wanted his attention the most. Harry met her eyes as he placed a kiss to her clit through the fabric–the rules of mistletoe quite clear--before his forefinger and thumb closed around the ends of the dark ribbon wrapped around her torso, watching as the satin and the sprig fell away--she was the perfect present; his own little Christmas treat. His fingers closed around her ankles and he gave her a tug, pulling her out from under the tree as he trailed kisses up her stomach and along her jaw, Marlo gasping in surprise and draping one leg around his hips. She trailed one hand along his jawline, as the other one disappeared between them, a very specific destination in mind.

"I hope not; that'd certainly put a damper on the things I had arranged for you tonight. I was planning to do so many filthy things to you…but if you're not–” She smirked, hand stroking his erection through his pants. “-- up for it…”

Harry's lips on hers silenced the rest of her sentence–and here he'd thought she only made doctor puns. He rocked his hips against hers, the bells jingling faintly with the motion. He caught her hand in his as she reached for him, pressing a kiss to the inside of her elbow as he worked the white-trimmed red velvet glove down her arm, Marlo sighing in contentment as he turned his attention to the other glove. His lips teased the inside of her wrist and her fingertips, the gentleness with which he was handling her, despite the hard bulge rubbing against her core, nearly undid her. A low growl rose from his throat as she shimmied her hips, rolling them against his cock in invitation. Marlo locked her ankles behind him, bringing his erection flush up against her, Harry chucking darkly and thrusting forward a couple times for good measure making the bells jingle–he was going to remember this moment every time he heard bells from now on. He unhooked her legs from around his waist and inched backwards, gentle hands wrapping around her knees, parting her legs and opening her to him. He reached between them, her breath hitching as his thumb brushed her clit through the fabric of her underwear before he slipped his hand underneath the fabric and drew a finger through her dripping folds, making her writhe in pleasure, already so wound up and he'd barely touched her.

"Harry…" She breathed, as he dipped one finger inside her, her hips jerking towards his hand, the jingle bells on her nipple clamps tinkling again.

Her hand groped along the coffee table as he teased her mercilessly, fingers closing around the candy cane she'd had before and offering it to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I think you aren't as good as these imply.” He whispered huskily as he pulled the crotch of her thong to the side, adding a second finger and pumping them in and out of her, drawing a moan from her throat and another chime from those damn bells.

“Lies and slander.” Marlo laughed breathlessly, hips stuttering as his fingers retreated from inside her and leaving her bereft.

His fingers grasped the candy cane by the curve at the end, unwrapping it and bringing the candy to his mouth, sliding the length of it through his lips from one end to the other. Marlo bit her lower lip as Harry rolled the peppermint candy through her folds, sliding it up and down through her arousal pooled there, in lieu of his finger. The steady rhythm of the candy cane rubbing up and down against her clit halted, a small growl of indignation escaping her lips. He spun the peppermint stick in his grip, easing the candy cane inside her to the crook and drawing it back out of her at the same pace his fingers had just set, both of them watching as it went from white with red stripes to pink and sticky.

Her eyes fell closed on a moan, chest heaving as Harry replaced the candy cane with his mouth. The tip of his tongue traced her slit, wet with her arousal and faintly tasting of mint. Marlo canted her hips invitingly, begging for him to devour her...and he intended to do just that. He plunged his tongue inside her, making her back arch and bells jingle, his name almost a chant on her lips as he closed his mouth over her dripping pussy and sucked hard, tongue flicking at her clit. When he sucked the little nub between his lips and tugged it gently, she came apart at the seams.

He caught her eye from his position between her legs, her breathing ragged as she came down from the high of her orgasm, Harry placing a teasing kiss to the tattoo on her hip bone, before kissing his way back up her body. Heat and desire lurked behind his eyes...he wanted— needed —to be inside her, to feel her walls stretching and shifting around his cock. His hands went to the button of his slacks as he loomed up over her as his lips found hers in a hungry kiss, tongue teasing hers when it slipped between her parted lips. He pushed his pants off his hips, freeing his throbbing erection as he widened the gap of her thighs with his hips, rubbing his cock up and down along her folds coating himself in her wetness. He paused before slowly entering her, letting her feel every inch of him as he filled her to the hilt.

He thrust forward. Once. Twice. Her insides stretched to accommodate him as he fucked her, the rhythm of his hips erratic and the bells tinkling with every move they made. Harry interlaced his fingers with hers and brought her hand to his lips, the tenderness of the gesture tugging at her heartstrings, as he rocked his erection against the roll of her hips. His hands ghosted over her breasts, the nipple clamps magnifying his every touch. He flicked one of the bells, letting the chime resonate for a few seconds before brushing his thumb over one of the poinsettias, a whimper of pleasure escaping past her lips. His touches were frantic, the need hitting him like a tidal wave as he thrust forward again the tension inside him climbing higher, a shiver racking his body. He wasn’t going to last much longer. Harry thrust harder, deeper, as he reached between them to tease her. Marlo moaned, head falling back, walls closing tightly around his shaft and dragging his orgasm from him on a shuddering breath. He buried his face in her neck and inhaled deeply, taking a moment to catch his breath and gaze at her lovingly, his finger circling her clit slowly.

He rocked his hips once more, the friction sending Marlo over the edge of ecstasy to join him in mindless oblivion.

“Are you feeling a little more festive?” Marlo panted, trying to catch her breath.

“I may need a little more convincing, though I think we can do without the jingle bells this time.”

“I find your lack of cheer disturbing.” She giggled, leaning up and placing a kiss to his shoulder.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Au contraire–this little sexcapade was just what I needed. But you don't need me getting horny every time a bell rings because I can't help but remember this.”

“I don't know. I think that's exactly what I want. Now, Santa, I think we need to go again. You have a quota to meet.” Marlo giggled, pointing to the twice in ‘so nice, Santa came twice’ on her underwear and making Harry chuckle as he rolled onto his back and lowered her onto his already hard again erection.

At this point he'd have to reheat the hot chocolate he'd made, but it was worth it–and for now he had some more Christmas spirit to regain with her by his side every step of the way.

[eowynstwin]

Ghoap x reader. Autistic reader. Christmas angst. Allusions to Ghost’s backstory. Salacious use of ribbon. Soap being inappropriate. NSFW.

Soap fidgets on the train the whole way over to the light show. You don’t notice, of course, your earplugs are in, but Ghost, hypervigilant for the season, cocks an eyebrow.

“Itches like mad,” Soap grouses. He tugs at the collar of his sweater, a ghastly thing in fuzzy green, red, and gold, with LED bulbs embroidered down the front.

Ghost scowls at him. Soap purses his lips, not chastened. You sit between them, oblivious, fingering the zipper of your purse.

There’s enough cheer on the train to make up for their collective lack. More than one person wears a dumb Santa hat, and at least every other has on something colorful and festive. It seems like everyone feels some sort of Christmas spirit but Ghost, and it makes his hackles tense up.

Your hand slips into his then, smooth like silk settling over his palm. He looks at you; your gaze is fixed steadily ahead, unfocused. He’s not sure whether you reached for him to find comfort or offer it, but he closes his fingers around yours anyway.

He looks over—Soap has your other hand. Reaching to find, then. He squeezes.

The three of you wait until the very last moment to disembark when you arrive, letting the crowd out first. Ghost’s choice. The absolute last thing he wants is to lose either you or Soap in the stream of people flowing from the train—Soap will get distracted, and you hate it when strangers crowd you. This is going to be a trial as it is.

Ghost has to admit—once they reach the grounds, the displays are something to see. Together, you walk through a tunnel of lights leading you to the beginning of the walk, rings of warm white gently shining overhead, and Ghost, despite himself, can’t help but admire how it makes both of his partners look like they’re glowing.

Then Soap tugs at his sweater again, and Ghost bites down a growl.

“Oh, hot chocolate,” you say at the end of the tunnel, looking over at a cart laden with a few big steel samovars. “I’m going to get some, either of you want any?”

“Cider,” Ghost says, softening the curtness of his tone with the tenner he hands you. “If they’ve got any.”

“Coffee for me, hen, if you don’t mind,” Soap adds with a smile. You nod, and scurry toward the drinks.

Soap eyes him. Ghost knows what he sees—his back has been ramrod straight since the bloody month started. He holds his shoulders the same way he might if he had his rifle across his chest. His jaw has been hard as a cinder block any time the market clerk tossed “happy holidays” at him when he did his best to get away as fast as he could.

“Don’t,” Ghost says.

Soap says nothing.

This is not their first Christmas together, but it is their first with you. The sergeant already knows how Ghost feels about the holiday; you do not, and Ghost wants to keep it that way for a little while longer.

Divining your feelings about anything takes a little longer than it might with anyone else, but he’s pretty sure you’re excited, in your way. Soap, for whom pine trees and glitter and the smell of snow in the air seem to activate a sleeper agent in his brain that orgasms at the mere sight of tinsel, already has a Wellington resting in their shared fridge, and artfully wrapped presents crammed under their pre-lit tree. The two of you together have flooded the flat with lights, candy-cane frippery, crocheted snowflake doilies, and ski-lodge scented candles.

Ghost, for his part, has scrolled various travel websites to figure out if assassinating Santa Claus is something actually feasible. Maybe if he defeats the final boss of Christmas he can actually sleep through the night at least once this month.

It isn’t that he hates it, exactly. It’s just that Christmas, to him, began as a hazy game of roulette, wondering if the wild animal of his father would appear to ruin the exchange of charity-shop gifts wrapped in reused paper, and then solidified as an image reflected in pools of spreading blood.

The last happy Christmas, he had to burn down. That’s no reason that he has to ruin it for everyone else, though.

You return with three paper cups held awkwardly in your two hands, and Ghost and Soap relieve you of your burden. Your cup has a peppermint stick jutting up out of it, and you use it to stir your steaming drink periodically as the three of you proceed.

The path leads through an army of glowing snowmen in mismatched sizes, life-size gingerbread houses, past multicolor balls tossed across the top of a frozen pond. Trees banded with so many strings they look like branches of lightning reaching up from the earth. Electric snowflakes dangling above your heads from netting stretched between lampposts.

Ghost keeps clenching and unclenching his fist. His cider goes rapidly cold in his other hand, untouched. He probably can’t get his money back for it, but he’s agitated enough to start a fight and try.

Meanwhile—it’s obvious, you’re enjoying yourself immensely. You don’t say much as you flit between installations, running a hand over the glowing bulbs, tilting your head this way and that like a curious little bird. You take your phone out more than once to open your camera, and Ghost knows you’re saving pictures to put together a slideshow later on.

More than once, you look back at him and Soap, and grin wide at some novelty or another. Ghost manages to nod his head at you—go on, little birdie, keep having fun.

“Jesus,” Soap mutters, trying to scratch at a spot on his back for the third time.

“Fuck’s sake, Soap, just take the fucking thing off,” Ghost snaps.

“Canna,” Soap says.

“Why the fuck not?”

Soap’s mouth slants sideways. He looks around for spectators, and, finding none within eyeshot, lifts the bottom of the sweater.

Bright, shiny, very red ribbon runs in two lines along the naked cut of his obliques—down past the waistband of his trousers.

Ghost tosses the cider out of his cup and grips Soap by the back of the neck, throws, “OY! Duckie! Bathroom!” at you, and drags his boyfriend to the nearby public loo.

It’s empty, thank god, so Ghost wastes no time yanking the closure of Soap’s trousers open. The ribbon continues downward, downward, the V narrowing and narrowing until—

It converges in a (somewhat lopsided) bow tied right around the base of Soap’s dick.

“Soap, what the fuck,” Ghost says.

The sergeant backs up, and pulls the sweater fully off. It reveals a latticework of satiny red crisscrossing his chiseled torso: lines of ribbon accenting the curves of his pectorals, his toned abdomen, highlighting the small indent of his trim waist.

Soap’s cheeks flush pink.

“Goes further down,” he mutters, not meeting Ghost’s eye.

“What the fuck,” Ghost repeats.

“Was gonna do a big reveal when we got home,” Soap says. “Start stripping when we got the door closed. That rubbish.”

Ghost, incredulously, snorts, and Soap smiles at him.

“First time you’ve laughed this month,” he says quietly. “S’ why I did it.”

Ghost steps up to him and takes Soap’s chin between thumb and forefinger. “You fucking idiot,” he says, and kisses him.

The bathroom door opens, letting in a gust of wind, and Ghost and Soap jump back from each other momentarily, before relaxing when your voice reaches them.

“There better not be a handjob happening in here without me—oh,” you say, stopping short.

Shoving the waist of his pants down further, Soap turns around to show off to you the full extent of what he’s done. It gives Ghost a good look at the pretty intersections happening overtop of the muscles of Soap’s back, and the dip of the ribbon down between the two perfect globes of Soap’s arse.

You blink several times. “There isn’t a lock on this door, Soap. If I get down to suck you off, someone is going to come in.”

Impossibly, Ghost snorts again, and then laughs for real, a full-belly guffaw that comes out a little more harsh than it should. But you grin at him, and the line of Soap’s shoulders, which Ghost suddenly realizes has been as tense as his this whole time, relaxes.

He pecks the bare swell of Soap’s bicep, and then the crown of your head as he passes you by.

“I’ll hold it closed, duckie,” he says. “Do whatever you want.”

He only leaves the door once when he hears you shriek suddenly with laughter—to find that Soap has decorated his cock with a peppermint-loop of red lipstick, all the way to the tip.

“Fucking idiot,” Ghost repeats, and cancels his trip to the North Pole then and there.

[gattmammon]

Things that have actually happened inside my museum (im a custodian/security guard/floor guide):

- a child skipping about on an electric scooter. When we pointed out to his dad this was inappropriate he was like yeah they told me to leave it down at the entrance but he (meaning the child) made a sad face. Not even cried or yelled just literally "made a sad face".

- a woman straight up asked me if I could take care of her child (5-6 years old tops) while she walked away. Like straight up "can you take care of him while I visit the museum". When I told her no she said to me "why? What else are you doing?"

- a man angrily telling me i was stupid and italians don't know how to run museums and he was from new York and this would have never happened there because I asked him to use the exit to exit instead of the entrance.

- adult parent touching the artwork, getting reprimanded (from a distance and respectfully) and IMMEDIATELY turning to their child and telling THEM to stop touching the artwork

- people propping their phones against the artwork to take selfies

- "do you have a smoking room?" "...no?" *scoff* "you don't even have a smoking room?" I don't know what to tell you man we aren't a lounge bar

- girl turns on a vape. I tell her she can't vape inside, turn my back. She turns on the vape again. Because notoriously if your back is turned you cannot smell the foul candy cane vape shit she was smoking

- "where does this all come from?" And refusal to believe when told that most things came from like. A 10km tops radium. "You must have taken it all from somewhere!" Man I don't know what to tell you. Most fun was when I tried to explain to them the process of making a marble statue and they were like "AHA so you TOOK the marble from somewhere!" And I was like. Yeah. Carrara. It's like a two hours train ride from here. Like idk sorry if you thought you could do a whole display of performative anger at stolen artwork a Middle Ages and Reinassance art museum IN FLORENCE isnt the top choice, maybe I can give you the address of the local archaeological museum? They have a pretty massive Egyptology section, I'm sure not everything in there is on the up and up.*

*this is my interpretation of events I'm genuinely not sure what all that was about to this day

[icrypop]

Christmas with Them

Characters: Angel Dust, Alastor, Husk, Vox, Lucifer, Vaggie, Charlie

GENDER NEUTRAL READER!!

1 of a few Christmas Posts!!! Enjoyyyy!!

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Angel Dust

- Angel drags you to the most extravagant and chaotic stores in Hell, loudly commenting on tacky ornaments and inappropriate holiday decorations. He insists on buying matching ugly Christmas sweaters for both of you.

- You both turn your living space into a glitter explosion while hanging up decorations. Angel ends up covered in tinsel and insists it’s his “holiday look.”

- A hilariously sarcastic commentary on every cheesy Christmas movie you watch together, especially rom-coms. Angel constantly points out how he’d do things differently.

- Angel’s presents are often over-the-top and flashy, like a sequined stocking filled with novelty items. He loves seeing your reaction, especially if it makes you laugh.

- Angel improvises a "snowball fight" using pillow stuffing or anything he can throw. It quickly devolves into a chaotic but hilarious mess.

- Angel sets up playful (and slightly inappropriate) pranks around the house, like booby-trapped mistletoe that sprays glitter.

- He drags you into a karaoke night, belting out raunchy versions of Christmas classics while pulling you up for duets.

- Angel crafts stockings for both of you, but his is covered in rhinestones and feathers, while yours has a playful inside joke about your relationship.

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You woke up to the sound of loud music blasting through the apartment. Groaning, you rolled over and saw Angel Dust, already in a ridiculous Santa-themed outfit, complete with glittery red heels.

“Rise and shine, sugar! Santa Dust is here to bring some Christmas chaos!” he yelled, shaking a bag full of wrapped presents.

The living room was a mess of wrapping paper, candy canes, and tinsel. Angel had clearly been up for hours, “redecorating” the place. He plopped down beside you, handing you a sloppily wrapped gift.

“I know it ain’t perfect,” he said with a wink, “but it’s fabulous, just like me.”

Inside was a sequined jacket in your favorite color. Before you could thank him, he yanked you into a hug, covering you in glitter. “Merry Christmas, babe! Now, let’s eat cookies for breakfast and watch the worst holiday movies we can find!”

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Alastor

- Alastor prepares an elaborate Christmas dinner with dishes from various cultures. He insists on you trying everything, recounting stories about the origins of the recipes with his usual sinister grin.

- He takes you to Hell’s version of Christmas caroling, which involves twisted and haunting renditions of holiday classics. He sings with eerie enthusiasm, making the experience both fun and chilling.

- Alastor dims the lights, turns on some vintage Christmas jazz, and offers his hand to you for an impromptu dance in front of a crackling fire.

- His presents are always wrapped perfectly, but they often come with a cryptic backstory that leaves you curious (or slightly unsettled).

- Alastor gathers you by the fire to tell twisted holiday tales, his voice both chilling and captivating as he adds his sinister flair.

- He surprises you with a hand-carved ornament or a vintage keepsake, proudly stating it’s made “with a personal touch.”

- He takes you on a stroll through Hell’s version of a winter wonderland, narrating the history of the sights with a mischievous grin.

- Alastor sets up his vintage record player to play Christmas tunes, occasionally breaking into an impromptu performance to serenade you.

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You awoke to the sound of soft jazz playing from Alastor’s Victrola. The warm scent of fresh pastries and spiced coffee wafted through the air. When you stepped into the living room, Alastor was adjusting a garland on the fireplace, wearing a festive sweater that somehow still looked sinister.

“Ah, my dear, you’re just in time! Breakfast is ready, and the festivities are about to commence,” he said with his ever-present grin.

He guided you to a beautifully set table, complete with an array of homemade treats. “I’ve prepared something special for you,” he said, handing you a small, intricately wrapped box.

Inside was a vintage locket with a picture of the two of you. “A token of my appreciation for the… interesting times we’ve shared,” he said, chuckling.

The rest of the morning was spent in a mix of eerie Christmas carols and surprisingly heartfelt moments, making it a day to remember.

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Husk

- Husk isn’t big on holidays but agrees to spend Christmas with you, as long as there’s booze involved. He keeps things simple and cozy.

- He teaches you a card game (or makes up his own rules) while sipping spiked eggnog. The banter is half the fun.

- Though he grumbles about the holidays, you catch him smiling when he sees you happy. He secretly gets you a thoughtful gift but denies it’s a big deal.

- Husk shares stories about his life over a quiet Christmas night, his guard lowered just enough for you to see his softer side.

- Husk insists on a lazy day spent napping with you in a pile of blankets, saying it’s the best way to "celebrate."

- He begrudgingly takes you on a tour of his favorite bars, which turns into an unexpectedly fun holiday adventure.

- You play drinking games where the rules involve mocking cheesy holiday tropes in movies or commercials.

- Late at night, Husk shares an old Christmas memory that’s surprisingly heartwarming, making the moment unexpectedly tender.

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When you woke up, Husk was already in the kitchen, grumbling to himself as he poured coffee into two mismatched mugs. He turned and noticed you, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Morning. Figured I’d get the caffeine going,” he said, setting a mug down in front of you.

The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of Christmas music playing on an old radio. Husk had set up a small tree the night before, its lights blinking lazily.

“I, uh, got you something,” he muttered, pulling a neatly wrapped box from under the tree. Inside was a simple but thoughtful gift—a book you’d mentioned wanting.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he grumbled, though his tail flicked nervously. You smiled and hugged him, making him groan. “Alright, alright, enough with the mushy stuff. Let’s eat.”

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Vox

- Vox uses his powers to create a high-tech Christmas experience, complete with holographic decorations and a futuristic Christmas tree.

- He ropes you into doing a Christmas livestream or video podcast, where you both show off holiday outfits or open gifts in front of an audience.

- Vox takes you to a VIP Christmas bash where only the most elite of Hell are invited. He enjoys showing you off as his partner.

- Vox designs a one-of-a-kind gadget or accessory for you, showcasing both his creativity and affection.

-Vox creates a dazzling Christmas-themed digital fireworks display just for you, projecting it across the skyline.

- He insists you try on various high-tech holiday outfits, enjoying the playful banter as he models a few himself.

- Vox programs a personalized playlist of Christmas music, mixing your favorite songs with his edgy style.

- You spend hours gaming together, battling in festive-themed games or playing co-op while snacking on holiday treats.

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Christmas morning with Vox was nothing short of futuristic. You woke up to a fully automated greeting, complete with holographic mistletoe hovering above the bed.

“Good morning, darling,” Vox’s voice chimed from his speakers. He walked in moments later, carrying a tray with your favorite breakfast and a smirk on his face.

“You’ll love this,” he said, activating a projection of a virtual Christmas tree. Beneath it were digital renderings of gifts, each one opening to reveal a real-life counterpart.

Your favorite? A sleek, custom-designed gadget with your name engraved on it. “Only the best for my favorite person,” Vox said, leaning in for a quick kiss.

The rest of the morning was spent exploring your gifts, laughing over his high-tech holiday antics, and enjoying the most luxurious Christmas breakfast imaginable.

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Lucifer

- Christmas with Lucifer is a grand and formal affair. He hosts a luxurious dinner party with the who’s who of Hell, and you’re the center of his attention.

- After the party, he whisks you away to a quiet spot to enjoy the holiday privately, often with fine wine and a view of Hell’s unique “snow.”

- Lucifer gives you an antique or a priceless artifact with sentimental value, paired with a heartfelt (and slightly poetic) explanation.

- He leads you in a slow waltz under Hell’s night sky, showing a rare glimpse of his romantic side.

- Lucifer oversees the lighting of an enormous, magical Christmas tree in Hell, inviting you to stand beside him as his special guest.

- He plays a grand piano, performing hauntingly beautiful renditions of holiday classics for you.

- Lucifer prepares an intimate, candlelit Christmas dinner for just the two of you, complete with fine wine and elegant music.

- He takes you for a walk through Hell’s royal gardens, magically transformed into a winter wonderland for the occasion.

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You woke to the faint sound of classical music and the scent of freshly baked pastries. Lucifer, dressed impeccably as always, stood by the grand fireplace, sipping a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, my love,” he greeted, his voice smooth as silk. “I trust you slept well?”

He led you to the dining room, where a lavish breakfast spread awaited. Every detail was perfect, from the polished silverware to the pristine holiday decor.

After breakfast, he presented you with an ornate gift box. Inside was a rare piece of jewelry, something timeless and elegant, just like him. “A symbol of my affection,” he said softly, brushing a kiss to your hand.

The rest of the morning was spent in quiet luxury, with Lucifer ensuring every moment felt special and unforgettable.

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Vaggie

- Vaggie prefers a quiet, personal celebration with homemade decorations and baked goods. She insists on keeping it meaningful and genuine.

- You both wrap gifts together, with her focusing on neatness and you possibly sneaking in something silly, which makes her laugh.

- Vaggie enjoys sitting by the fire with you, sipping hot cocoa and discussing your dreams or plans for the future.

- She’s very thoughtful in her gift choices, ensuring each present reflects your interests and needs.

- Vaggie and you spend the evening baking cookies and cakes, with her getting competitive about making everything perfect.

- She creates a scrapbook filled with memories of your time together, presenting it to you with a heartfelt note.

- You both sit under Hell’s unique starry sky, wrapped in blankets, quietly enjoying each other’s company.

- Vaggie sets up a simple but cute photoshoot for the two of you, using props and backdrops to capture the holiday spirit.

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Christmas morning with Vaggie was simple and heartfelt. You woke up to the smell of hot chocolate and the sight of her carefully hanging the last ornament on the tree.

“Good morning,” she said with a soft smile, handing you a steaming mug. “Merry Christmas.”

The two of you sat by the tree, exchanging gifts and teasing each other over your wrapping skills. Her gift was practical yet thoughtful—a handmade scarf in your favorite color.

“I wanted to make something personal,” she said, a faint blush on her cheeks.

The morning ended with you snuggled together under a blanket, watching the lights twinkle on the tree as soft music played in the background.

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Charlie

- Charlie loves every aspect of Christmas, from decorating to caroling. She’s bubbly and eager to involve you in all her holiday activities.

- She takes you to volunteer or give back in some way, wanting to spread joy to others. Her optimism is infectious.

- Charlie introduces you to quirky family traditions, like singing carols with her parents or making unique tree ornaments.

- Her presents are handmade or extremely personal, always reminding you how much she cherishes you.

- Charlie insists on decorating the tree together, turning it into a fun and chaotic event with lots of laughter.

- She loves creating colorful and creative holiday cookies, and you end up in a playful frosting fight.

- Charlie organizes a festive parade, making you the honorary guest and ensuring you have the most fun.

- She convinces you to write silly letters to “Santa” (even in Hell), just to see what you’d wish for, laughing over your responses.

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You woke up to Charlie bouncing on the bed, her excitement infectious. “It’s Christmas! Come on, get up!” she exclaimed, pulling you out of bed.

The living room was a whirlwind of holiday cheer, with stockings overflowing and presents stacked high. Charlie handed you a brightly wrapped gift, grinning ear to ear.

“It’s not much, but I thought you’d like it,” she said. Inside was a handmade scrapbook filled with pictures and mementos from your time together.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you hugged her tightly. “Hey, don’t cry! It’s Christmas!” she said, laughing as she wiped your tears.

The rest of the morning was filled with laughter, music, and way too many cookies, making it the perfect start to the holiday.

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[trixie-in-wonderland]

Event Theme Song 🎵

my main account: @trixiegalaxy

a fanfiction TWST Christmas event based off the game, Bridge to Another World: The Christmas Curse, with a female reader/MC.

Plot; After boarding the Polar Express, (Y/N), Grim, Ace, Deuce, Epel, Vil, Rook, Azul, Ruggie, Kalim, Lilia, and Idia find themselves in the north pole where a huge Christmas festival is being held. But the festivities come to a halt when Santa's evil twin brother, Krampus, attacks the village and starts turning people into christmas ornaments. Later on, it's revealed that Krampus intends to seize control of all the magic in Twisted Wonderland in addition to destroying Christmas forever. Will (Y/N) and her friends be able to stop Krampus? Or will this be the last Christmas in Twisted Wonderland?

Story Info (Please Read!)

Book 1 Chapters - 1, 2, 3, 4

Book 2 Chapters - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Book 3 Chapters - [Coming Soon]

Christmas Event Card Drawing Challenge

I thought it might be fun to add a drawing challenge along with my fake event, where you can draw your TWST OC or Yuusonas in your own event outfit. Please read my story and the challenge's rules before drawing anything! Event outfits are in Book 1 - Chapter 3 of my fanfiction story.

Challenge Rules:

If you do this challenge, please reblog this post!

you may tag your TWST artist friends when you post your drawing to see if they also want to do the challenge. But it's entirely up to them if they do it or not! And please do not tag an artist who has already been tagged!

When you post your drawing, please add the tag "A Twisted Christmas Story Event" and a link to this post.

Your drawing must be in the form of a character card! If you do an R card, just use the regular R card background. If you do an SSR card, you can draw your own picture or background for it. If you do an SR card, please use the following picture for the background (it was made by @k-looking-glass-house ):

You may add a full-body picture of your character's outfit in your post, along with your character card.

If you want, you can draw a Groovy version of your event card. You can also write your own Vignettes and voice lines to go along with your event card.

Please don't add any inappropriate words or pictures on your outfit! Such as curse words or nudity pictures.

Please do not add blood or gore to your drawing!

Do not draw someone else's OC unless you get permission or they commission you! If you do get permission or commission, please add who the OC belongs to in your post.

You can also add headcanons about what it would be like if your OC was in the event.

You may do more then one character for this challenge, but please post their event cards separately!

You may also make an event card of canon TWST characters wearing the event outfits, including the characters I add to my fanfiction story (but put them in the outfits I chose for them, it took a long time trying to find the perfect Christmas pajamas for each of them 😭).

Your character's event outfit must be in the form of Christmas theme pajamas. The pajamas can be in the style of a two piece or onesie. You can also do a night gown, but if you do, please give them pajamas pants underneath! The pajamas shirt must have long sleeves and the pajamas pants must be long legged.

The theme of your pajamas can be anything Christmas related: candycanes, christmas cookies, snowman, hot cocoa, penguins, Santa Claus, polar bears, etc. You can also mix themes together, for example: snowman & reindeer, Santa Claus & candy canes, or hot cocoa & christmas cookies.

The color scheme of the event outfit can be anything you want.

Your pajamas top can be replaced with a pull-on hooded sweat jacket, but the jacket must be the same Christmas theme as your pajamas pants.

You can make your character's outfit similar or the same as any of the event outfits I gave the TWST characters in my fanfiction story.

If you want, you can add a scarf, earrings, or necklace to your outfit.

Your character's hairstyle can be whatever you want.

Your outfit must include the following items (they don't have to be the same color or style as the following picture):

A santa hat - you can make the hat any color you want. you can add antlers, christmas lights, or anything like that to your hat. But if your OC is wearing a hooded onesie, you don't have add the hat, and just have your OC be wearing the hood on their head instead.

Mitten style gloves

An open front winter vest or sweater or sweater vest - But if you have replaced your pajamas top with a pull-on hooded sweat jacket, then don't add any of these.

Slippers that have soles on the bottom - the slippers can be plain winter ones or the cute character theme ones.

I'm tagging for this challenge; @cheekinpermission , @oya-oya-okay , @terminuslucis , @tickledpink31 , @cheerleaderman , @clovenoko , @deppytwistverse , @rizdoodls , @cozymochi , and @sunnysidesevenup

[esmedelacroix]

Coffee Shop Love Pt. 6

synopsis ! He's as stern and cold as the snow falling from the sky blanketing the bustling streets of Nueva York, Miguel O'Hara stumbles upon a hidden gem of a coffee shop just around the corner from Alchemax. Only problem is the annoying-as-shit charming barista.

cw ! no use of y/n, tooth rotting fluff

Coffee Shop Love Masterlist | Miguel O'Hara Masterlist

The next morning you were so lost in the ridiculous amount of people coming for coffee that you didn't even realize that Miguel hadn't shown up for his cup. "Which is so weird because he always comes for coffee in the morning, sometimes again midday then he comes at night and stays a while," you explained to Estella over muffins and Earl Grey tea.

"Alright girl, first of all, why are you this worried about it? It's probably nothing," Estella reassured.

"It can't be nothing, we slept together days ago when the blizzard happened, and he cuddled me multiple times!" you exclaimed, as Estella almost choked on her drink.

"You had sex?!" she blurted, out shockingly. A couple nosey heads turned and the two of you gave them looks(like you weren't having a wildly inappropriate conversation to have in broad daylight).

"No, no we just like, slept in the same bed, my bed," you muttered, trying to draw the attention away from the two of you.

"Wait, I'm confused, why was he even in your house?!" she questioned.

You explained the whole situation with the amber alert and filled her in on the day that you had spent with Miguel. The more you explained, the more her jaw dropped.

"Wait, now I'm more confused, what is your relationship with him?" Estella asked, taking a bite out of a muffin.

"I'm not even sure, we've had this strange chemistry ever since we met," you explained.

"I'd say give it a day or two maybe he's like, at work, or living his life?" she joked sarcastically.

"Ugh, you're useless, Estella! Get out of my shop!" you joked, as you pushed her out. She laughed along and waved before heading back to the food bank.

Your break was over and the lunch rush was just about to happen. Still, no Miguel, you were starting to wonder if you had done something wrong. No, it makes no sense to think that way, I know I did nothing. I wonder if he misses me this much as well, you thought as you began to make people's orders.

The day went by very slowly. You sat by the counter at 8 pm, chin propped up on your hand, as fatigue drooped your head down. Just then the bells rang. Your head shot up immediately hoping there would be a tall, dark, and handsome man standing there before you. But it was just Mr. Smith. Probably here for a hot cocoa. "Good Evening Baby, I've come here for something, but I forget what it is... maybe rent?" he trails off.

"No Mr. Smith, I paid you two weeks ago, remember?" you asked. He smiled and nodded.

"That's right dear, silly me, can I have a hot cocoa?" he asked. You nodded and began to make him a hot cocoa with marshmallows and a candy cane. Just how he liked it.

"Cookie?" you called out as you finished his drink.

"Yes please!" he called out taking out his wallet.

"Aht aht. On the house," you smiled.

"Thank you, Baby. You take care of yourself!" he waved.

You let out an exasperated sigh as you plopped into a chair and waited to see if Miguel would show up. Why do I miss him so much? What are my feelings for him? You asked as you got up to lock up.

That night you slept wishing to see Miguel walk through those doors in the morning. But to no avail, he didn't show up that morning, or for lunch, or that night. You opened your phone for any notifications from him but nothing. You gave him a call but his phone was turned off. You decide to leave him a voicemail.

"Hey Miguel, It's been a while since we've seen each other. The shop’s really boring without you here, come by for a coffee soon, I know you can't go a single day without having like 3 cups...... I miss you, I really like you.... maybe romantically, I don't know, you probably won't listen to this. You don't seem like the kind of guy to listen to voicemails," you rambled.

You had no idea where that last part came from and you fumbled to delete it but what was done was done. You hoped that he wouldn't listen to it. Besides he was a busy man he had better things to do.

That night you slept wondering where he was and why he wouldn't come see you. He was cuddling you one day, and the next he disappeared. Does he like me, or does he not? You allowed your mind to rest and went to sleep.

I had never loved work so much until now. We were studying at Pym Labs and going over their new discoveries. The catch was that our phones had to be shut off. Because we were being exposed to top-secret technologies and discoveries that we were not allowed to record.

Our boss offered to call my coworkers' wives and children to let them know that we would be in contact for a couple days. I planned on texting Baby when I got to the lab but I got my phone taken away.

My boss would most likely not call a beautiful woman I met two or three weeks ago that I am not dating. And I would never hear the end of it from my coworkers.

Though I was having my mind blown by what the genetic altercations could do and the funding that Pym Technologies had thanks to Stark Industries, I missed seeing, Baby. It's been a day and I'm already having Baby withdrawals.

The icing on the cake was that they had the worst coffee I had put in my system. Despite learning all these cool things, I couldn't record it, I was drinking motor oil, and I needed to see Baby.

When I had time to myself at night I thought about her. Is her coffee the thing that is giving me energy? Or is it her? I wondered as I drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you got through the rush just fine and went on break while mentally preparing yourself for the lunch rush. Miguel was nowhere to be seen but you didn't panic as much as the days before. You had hoped that maybe he would show up tonight and you would scold him for disappearing without notice.

So as you lay your head on the counter bored out of your mind, the shop bells rang. You headshot up as usual and there you saw him. Tall, dark, handsome, and stuck in the mistletoe again. "I told you, you have to get a taller door frame," he joked as walked in. You chuckled at his joke holding yourself back from rushing to him and hugging him.

"Where have you been Miguel?" you asked him softly, unable to wipe the upside-down smile off your face.

"Get this, the second I walked into work I was rushed onto a last-minute retreat at another lab. It's one of those classified things where we turn our phones off. I'm sorry I couldn't let you know, Baby," he apologized.

"It's no problem, but this other lab... was it nice? Good coffee?" you asked skeptically.

"Yeah, it was alright—" Miguel started.

"Ha! I knew it! You're cheating on me. Miguel, have you been seeing another barista?" you jokingly asked him. To which he clutched his stomach laughing.

"Oh Baby, I've missed you so much," he confessed, with a few chuckles.

"Alright then, sit down and lemme make you a coffee that will top whatever you drank at that 'other lab'," you demanded, motioning for him to take a seat at his usual table.

Instead of taking his laptop out and getting straight to work, he just watched you. He watched you make the most simple but best coffee he had ever tasted. Once he took a sip, it felt like home. "This is that special brew you used at your place isn't it?" he asked, with an amused smile.

"Yeah, I figured since you liked it so much, I would make you a nice big cup of it," you explained, as you took a seat across from him.

You and Miguel caught each other up on the events that had passed while you were apart. Miguel couldn't stop talking about how much he learned at this fancy schmancy lab he visited with Alchemax in Washington D.C. and how much he learned about quantum physics.

You didn't understand half of the terms he was using but that didn't matter because at least he was having a good time. Seeing him talking about something he was passionate about set fireworks off in your chest. You filled him in on the usual Café gossip and drama that was going on. You also told him that you perfected macrons and were so excited to start selling them.

It was a lovely night of shared laughs and stories but it had to come to an end at some point. Just when he was about to leave you decided to ask him about the voicemail you had sent. "Miguel, did you ever listen to my voicemail?" you asked.

"No, I don't ever check them, should I?" he questioned. God damnit why did I bring it up?

"No, just delete it. What I said was pretty embarrassing," you admitted.

"Well now I’m dying to hear it," he teased.

"Oh please don't," you whined.

"Too late!" he called out as he stepped out to his car and visibly pressed the button for you to see through the window. You already had your head in your hands.

You begged God to allow the earth to swallow you whole and just began to wipe the counter. Just then the door swung open with violent speed and the bells rang crazily. You turned around to see Miguel out of breath holding his phone in one hand, running his hand through his hair with the other. "Baby?" he huffed completely out of breath from running back to the store the second he heard the voicemail.

"Did you mean what you said in that voicemail?" he asked in disbelief.

"I mean, yeah, I guess, but—" you started. But Miguel held his hand up for you to stop. you took that sudden motion as defeat. He doesn't think the same way, you realize in complete despair.

-> Next Part

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[cerridwen007]

Candy Cane.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader (afab)

Word count: 1.6 k (18+ MINORS DNI!)

Summary: Frankie can’t help but stare as you suck on that candy cane, very reminiscent of some of your other favourite things to suck on.

Notes/warnings: SMUT, fluff, Frankie being an adorable cheeky menace, oral (f and m receiving), fingering, inappropriate use of a candy cane, swearing, no y/n, probs bad spanish. ( Let me know anything else if I missed it)

A/N: Yall, it's been way too long since I last posted, and for that, I'm very sorry. Work has been exhausting me, and I've just lacked motivation to do much writing. So take this early, smutty Christmas fic as my apology. Honestly, I don't know how good it is/how well editied it is as I wrote it in less than 24 hours as the idea just came to me as I was sitting down eating a candy cane, much like reader. Wink wink. Also, this is my first Frankie fic I've posted, so yay for that. I've got a few wips in progress for this cutie, so be ready for that. Likes, comments, and reposts are always appreciated. I'll post this to my A03 soon, which is linked in my bio, if you prefer reading on that platform. Hope yall enjoy.❤️🫶

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Frankie couldn't help but let his jaw drop in awe of you unconsciously sucking on a candy cane very reminiscent of how you sucked his dick merely a few days ago. How you always sucked his dick so good, leaving him a pathetic whining mess. His dick was throbbing as he watched your delicate fingers hold the curved end, twisting it up and into your mouth while your mouth bobbed up and down.  An unbothered look on your face as you read your book, completely unaware of the effect you were having on your boyfriend sitting on the couch on the other side of the room from you.

Frankie can't help but groan a little,  just loud for you to hear as it escapes the back of his throat. You look over to the other side of the room, where he sits on the couch palming his hard length through his jeans; sports playing on the tv long forgotten, as he stares at you with glazed over, dark eyes. Your smile grows wide when you realise just how you had been affecting him with such a mindless innocent action. Your hand holding the candy cane drops, leaving only your teeth to uphold the fruity, striped stick. 

“You alright, sweetheart? You seem a little…distracted there.” You tease him as your eyelids droop to a flirtatious look.

He coughs a little before he answers, stumbling over his words. “Y-yeah, I'm doing real good, baby.”

You hum around the sweet confectionary, very reminiscent of a moan of pleasure, making sure to hollow your cheeks as the tart flavor hits your tongue.

“Wanna taste, baby? You're looking awfully desperate to have something sweet.” You say, holding the confectionary out to him, with your eyebrow raised.

He groans, squeezing his crotch, not managing to get out any words or approval other than an enthusiastic nod. You chuckle to yourself as you slowly get out of your seat and walk over to stand in front of Frankie. You lean down and place your hands on his knees, batting your eyelashes at him. One of your hands reaches up and twists the candy cane so the whole straight part disappears down your throat before it pulls it out again and you hold it out for Frankie to lick. He surprises you as he wraps his big hands around your back and hips and grabs you quickly to straddle his lap. 

“Frankie!” You giggle, taken off guard, leaving your smooth, sexy facade down for a second.

“Sorry, mi vida. Needed to have my sugar fix as close as possible.”

He kisses you with such fervour it takes you a moment to kiss him back, caught off guard as you both moan into the kiss.

You pull back with a smirk and hold out the candy cane again for him to suck. He grins as he takes the sweet treat into his mouth and groans, still tasting you in his mouth from the kiss and on the candy cane.

“Mmmh delicious sweetheart, but nothing will ever taste nearly as good or as sweet as you, mi amor.”

He twists his body again and throws you back onto the couch, causing you to fall into a fit of giggles.

He grins against your skin as kisses down your jaw, creating a path down your neck and collar, down between your breasts through your shirt. He shuffles down the couch, continuing to trace his lips down your body, slowly removing every bit of clothing that gets in the way of his lips tasting your skin. You can feel his hard cock throbbing against you as he slides his way down, matching the throbbing pulse of your clit. 

“Frankie…” you whine as he reaches your hips, pulling down your sweats slowly off your legs, tossing them somewhere on the floor. A devilish grin orderned on his beautiful face as he lowers his head, breathing in the scent of your arousal through your panties before biting the lacy fabric and moving them off you with his teeth. His hands are holding up your legs for better access as follows the curves of your calf. He tosses your panties to the ground and begins to plant soft kisses and bite down your raised legs all the way back down to your dripping heat.

Your face hurts from smiling as you watch Frankie show you his playful love and affection, he grins back at you and cups your face gently with one hand, to which you nuzzle into. He lowers his face back between your thighs and finally takes a firm lick up your folds, making you both moan. He has to reach down and palm himself through his uncomfortably tight jeans yet again  as he sucks your clit and licks into your oozing hole, muttering to himself about how good you taste. He reaches up to grab at your wrist and pin it into the couch before trying to grasp at what you're still holding; the candy cane. He looks up at you with dark eyes when his finger plucks it from your grasp and holds it to your mouth. 

You immediately suck it deep into your mouth before he can even ask. He growls before removing it from your red lips and dragging it down your body. He sucks it back into his mouth before running it back and forth through your folds, catching it deliciously on your clit every time, he watches in awe as your body shakes and squirms, telling of your impending orgasm as it reaches its peak.

“Come for me sweet girl.”

You become a babbling mess of incoherent swears as Frankie works you through your high. He fucks the candy cane into your cunt, following everwhere he traces it with his tongue, moaning at the sweet, delicious taste of you and the candy cane. He brings you to another high quickly after, enjoying another round of your sweet release hitting his tongue. Only stopping when you push his head away, pussy worn and oversensitive.

He kisses your inner thighs and works his way back up your body, licking up the sticky trail the candy cane left earlier, you grab both sides of his face and kiss him deeply, moaning at the taste of yourself on his tongue. You pull away after a few minutes to catch your breath and bite your lip. Pupils blown wide staring at the man that you love so deep with all of your being. You knew you just had to return the favour, especially because the thought of you sucking his cock started this whole thing in the first place. 

After littering his swollen lips and red face with soft kisses, you begin to sit up to change your position, pushing your hands firmly against Frankie's chest to push him back against the back of the couch before sliding down to your knees in front of him. His cock is aching, he whines a little as he watches you undo his belt and zipper, pulling his pants off in one go.

You palm him through his black boxers, the front covered in a pre-cum stain. You look up at his disheveled state through your eyelashes, your eyes blown wide with lust. He swallows harshly as you reach under the band of his underwear and pull out his hefty length. He watches you licking your lips from the last of the sweet residue coating them, your mouth watering from the salty flavor soon to be gracing your tongue.

You lean your head forward and let a big glob of spit drop onto the tip, quickly lubing him up with your hand and small slow strokes. Your lips envelope his furiously swollen tip, tongue twisting around the curves. His hand falls to your jaw, holding it softly, a plea to keep going, don't stop. His head falls, eyes squeezing shut before he forces himself to not miss anymore of the gorgeous sight of you before him on your knees.

Your other hand reaches out, playing with and lightly squeezing his balls. Your other hand tightens its grip around his girth, strokes growing faster. You pull your mouth off him, raising his cock up, so you can dip your head and lick up from the bottom of his length all the way back up to his head and through his slit. You mouth quickly attaches back onto him, sensing he is close by his mumbled praises, and his desperate “fuck”s that has you clenching your thighs together as the throbbing returns.

You turn your head to the side a bit so the tip of him is sticking out prominently through your reddened checks as you bob up and down on the tip. The sight combined with your sinful, moans causes Frankie to suddenly shoot his load into your mouth giving you little warning other than a loudly groaned “Fuck” as the salty cum fills your mouth. You make a show of swallowing till every drop is gone, licking your lips and then opening your mouth wide to show Frankie that you had indeed swallowed all it.

Through his post orgasim bliss, sweaty and heaving, he manages to reach down and give you a messy, sloppy kiss. The taste of both of your pleasures being exchanged between the both of you. You pull away and sigh deeply, letting some much needed air into your lungs, as you rest your head on his naked thigh, looking up at him lovingly. He caresses your check, affectionately. You both open your mouths at the same time to say that “you'll have to buy some more candy canes soon.” Making you both fall into a fit of laughs. It really was going to be a sweet holiday season.

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[inappropriateuseof]

Totally inappropriate use of a candy cane

[whimsicalmeerkat]

These sentences are from my @macrocest bingo fic for the square inappropriate use of a candy cane. Requesters are @nonbinary-octopus and @inevitablyuncertain. Thanks for making me write!

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"I like the way you think, Sourwolf."

Derek wants to roll his eyes, but instead he finds himself blushing. His face gets even hotter when Stiles drags his eyes over his body.

"Yeah, this is a good plan," Stiles says when he finishes his perusal.

"Don't I get a say in this?" Peter asks.

"Of course," Stiles says. "It wouldn't be a lesson in consent without getting it from everyone involved, now would it?"

WIP Wednesday Game Fills

New year, same fantastic game. All requests made in the WIP Wednesday Game Community. Come join us!

These first sentences are from my fic that has the working title “time fuckery”. There’s a solid chance that will be the permanent title as well. Requesters listed below. Thanks for making me write!

Requesters: @wizisbored @somefishycat @skarabrae-stone @sarosthewizarddude

When Stiles comes to a clearing in the trees and sees the nemeton he realizes he doesn't remember anything about his walk there, but he's pretty sure he didn't wander. He shrugs, refusing to give it more thought. He's always felt like the nemeton can smell fear and doubt, even though he knows that makes no sense.

As he walks toward the stump, he thinks he hears buzzing. He shakes his head, dismissing the noise. It's probably his subconscious fucking with him. It sounds more like high-tension power lines than a fly, anyway.

The noise increases as Stiles nears the old stump. He considers that it might be a bad idea to touch it, but does it anyway. After all, he just saved the Hales. Maybe this is how he disappears. He reaches out his hand and wonders if it will hurt. He touches the stump.

[papergirllife]

Johnny Suh, Jeong Jaehyun

Santa! Jaehyun x reader x Polar bear hybrid! Johnny

Synopsis:

What happens when you, a Santarina, one of the many helpers Santa has, screws up big time by sending an inappropriate gift? And to top it off, his best friend from the other department comes knocking on Jaehyun's door in the midst of the scalding heat that's happening at North pole...

Warnings: this is a self-indulgent crack fic, misuse of candy canes, food play, 'oh there's no lube' trope, slight breath play, cream pie, soft towards the end, intoxicated sex, unprotected sex, knotting, slight cum inflation, etc.

Don't like, don't read. Hate comments would be deleted then blocked, thank you

Unbeknownst to others, Santa isn't one person, it's several people overseeing a few regions, and the tradition of Santas delivering gifts on their own has changed in the last few decades, a special and secret unit of Santarinas have been created in lieu of the increasing inches added to the Santas' waists (and the fact that sneaking in like thieves have replaced the classic drop down the chimney acts), but there's a newly elected Santa in the region you're working for, Mr Jeong Jaehyun. He's been in position for a few years now, and needless to say, he's had the Santarinas falling head over heels for his charming good looks.

You huff at the expanse of paperwork you'd have to finish by the next Christmas, scratching your head at this next report you have to submit to reason 'why' a 15 year old wanted a remote controlled dinosaur for Christmas, yes, the lot of you still give gifts to kids up till they're 18, their parting gift.

You decided to put 'immaturity' as the reasoning when someone called your name, your boss appearing over your cubicle.

"Santa's looking for you, missy, and he's not happy, don't be too surprised if you need to pack your bags and leave north pole tomorrow," she says before swinging her hips away to pester some other poor santarina or elf under her supervision.

You swallow a lump down your throat, following your supervisor to the 'big room'.

The room is burgundy red, a stark difference from the bright red and dark green the rest of the office has, in the middle sits Jaehyun, even though there's a prominent glare on his face, he looks as gorgeous as ever, the first few buttons of his red suit unbuttoned, his hair tousled attractively, seemingly as if he's ran his hand through his hair a few times, which he probably did, seeing how stress he looks.

"You may leave now, Ms Lee," Jaehyun says before turning to you, "and you, explain why you gave an 18 year old girl a toy as a Christmas gift," Jaehyun demands, his arms crossing over his chest, further enhancing his cleavage and with the added view of his biceps, you're going to leave this room unemployed and panties drenched if he keeps this up.

"I, um, I thought it'd be a great goodbye and welcome to adulthood gift?" You say uncertainly, eyes avoiding his piercing gaze, but just one look of disappointment on his face gives you the need to explain yourself further, "she wanted it a long time though, I double checked and triple checked her cart on that site, I could go check up on her right now, if she doesn't like it I'll fix this mess immediately-

"There's nothing you can do to fix this mess, thank god I took a glance at the paperwork before it was sent off to HQ, I had to create some bullshit excuse to make up for your mistakes, I don't know how tight lipped the accounting department would be, but if shit gets out, you're going to say you accidently bought a sex toy thinking you were using your own personal card instead of the cooperate card, do you understand?" Jaehyun says, his tone stern and unforgiving.

"Understood," you said meekly, hands clasped together nervously as you prepare for the worse, "are you going to fire me now?" you ask, wanting to get over this as soon as possible.

"Fire you?" Jaehyun asks as he rounds his big oak table, "it would be a shame to let go of a slut like you, wouldn't it? Who would've thought of looking through someone's Adam and Eve's wishlist other than a whore like you?" Jaehyun says with a slight rumble in his chest, is it because he's mad or because he's turned on? "How about we make a deal, you've given so much stress to me the past day, it would be....appropriate if the source of my stress becomes my aid of distressing, isn't that right, slut?" Jaehyun leans back in his chair, eyes looking at you expectantly.

"Yes, sir," you said with a dazed tone, your dirty fantasies playing out before your eyes.

"Sir? That's not really my cup of tea," Jaehyun says with a tilt of his head, eyes still staring into yours.

"Daddy?" you try, if you get this right, you wonder how many kinks the two of you share in common.

"Come to daddy, baby, sit on Santa's lap," Jaehyun demands, patting his thighs invitingly.

You cross the few steps to Jaehyun eagerly, until the very last step, you hesitate, your nerves firing up, what if he's only joking? What if he's pulling a prank to humiliate you?

Before you could overthink the situation any further, Jaehyun grasps your hips with his strong hands, manhandling you onto his lap.

A shocked gasp leaves your lips, but before you could process what has happened, you feel Jaehyun's pouty lips on your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Sweet."

You tilt your head back to give Jaehyun more access, shuddering when you feel his sharp teeth graze the expanse of your neck.

Jaehyun gauges your reactions, a sly smile on his face when he feels you squirming on his lap, he bares his mouth, sucking large purple marks onto your neck, your core drenched at the thought of walking out of his office with Jaehyun's touch written all over your body, letting everyone know.

Your squirming movements have led to something hard poking at your ass, and being none the wiser, you grinded back onto his cock without permission, earning a spank on your butt, a moan falling from your lips.

"I thought I was going to get a present on Santa's lap," you say, turning your head over to face Jaehyun with a pout.

"Presents or punishments, it's entirely up to you, baby," Jaehyun says before holding your jaw in his big hands, mushing your cheeks together to place a sloppy, possessive kiss on your lips, your hands bunched up in his red velvet top, his enthusiasm fueling you to go further, thinking of sliding your hands down his chest, but before you could do so, the door of his office bursts open, freezing at your movements, you turn back to stare at the intruder, heat rushing up your cheeks when you realise it's Jaehyun's best friend, the polar bear hybrid that heads his fellow polar bear hybrids in moving gifts onto sleighs.

"Well, looks like Mr Santa is having an early celebration, guess me and this bottle of whisky's got to look for some other company tonight," Johnny muses before he retreats a few steps to close the door, but before he could so, Jaehyun cuts in.

"Why don't you join us, you worked hard too, don't you think, baby?" Jaehyun asks, his warm hands running up and down your thighs.

You nod your head, not trusting your voice, you brain isn't registering the fact that two of the most popular men in your region department are going to have you for the night.

"Well, if the lady's welcoming me, it'd be rude for me to turn down the offer," Johnny says before stepping back in, locking the door.

Jaehyun turns his attention back to you, "get on your knees to suck Santa's candy cane, baby," Jaehyun orders, maneuvering your hips down for you.

You immediately comply, hands flying to undress Jaehyun, pulling his dress pants and boxers down in one go, his big cock springing up from its confines, hitting you in the face.

"Sorry, babe, guess it was excited to see you," Jaehyun says, petting your hair, guiding your head to his dick.

You wrap your lips around him, gentle hands reaching under, gently playing with his balls, cupping them while you tongue his tip, alternating between sucking his head and deep throating his length, earning groans of pleasure from the delicious man above you that send shocks of pleasure down to your core.

Busy pleasuring Jaehyun, you briefly forgot about Johnny's presence, until you feel him tugging up your skirt and your panties down.

"You got this wet just from sucking Jaehyun off, baby?" Johnny asks from behind you, hands grasping onto your cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal your puckered hole.

"You ever played with yourself here, baby?" Johnny asks before he drips a wad of spit down your opening, stuttering in your movements.

"How about I prep you with the candy cane challenge?" Johnny asks, you freeze in your movements, mind blanked.

You heard of the challenge. Every year on New Year's Day, anonymous accounts from your region would upload photos of their ass jammed up with candy canes on the 'after work' forum page, the person, identity unknown of course, with the most candy canes sticking out their ass wins.

You nod your head, not trusting your own voice, mentally preparing yourself for what's to come, not that you're against the idea, but the most you had in your butt was a small dildo, and Johnny's a polar bear hybrid, they're known for being big.

Johnny smiles slyly at your sudden shy demeanour, propping up your butt.

"This is going to get very interesting," Jaehyun muses, trying to keep his eyes open despite the pleasure streaming through his veins when you continued your ministrations on him.

You hear a pop of a bottle before you feel the cold drink drip down your crack, shivering at the contact.

"Sorry, baby, I don't think Jaehyun's got any lube in his office," Johnny apologises before breaching your rim with a finger, you hum a moan around Jaehyun's cock, his length constricting around your throat.

Jaehyun muffles a moan in his throat before he cums down your throat, spurts of warm liquid filling your belly.

When you were busy endulging in that sated feeling, you feel Johnny sliding his fingers out, trading it for a single candy cane, you're not sure how thick a single candy cane is, but when you saw the jar of candy on Jaehyun's table, it looked no less than 1 centimetres in thickness and maybe 6 inches long, you have no idea why Jaehyun stocks up on big candy canes throughout the office, maybe it's a Santa addiction.

As Jaehyun rides out his high with a hand on your hair, Johnny slides in another candy cane, fucking you open with the hooks of the candy, watching with lustful eyes as he watches your ass swallow the long candy, he adds two more into your rim, he moves the canes around, trying to locate that one spot that would make you scream his name when he's going to have his way with you, when Johnny hit a particular angle, your jaw slacks, having pulled out a moan from the man behind you, releasing Jaehyun's tip from your warm mouth.

"What a shame, I was enjoying her cockwarming me, but guess it's a sign for me to join the fun," Jaehyun notes before shuffling to the jar on the floor, picking up two candy canes, stuffing them into your ass, totaling the score to six candy canes, you're only halfway to last year's record, given that this challenge started 3 years ago, no one has topped last year's record of 12.

"She'll have to take lots more to fit me," Johnny muses before stuffing another three in your ass, he's given up on fucking you open now, just enjoying the sight of your ass being ruined by him and his best friend.

"I think she'll need at least 15 to take you, dude," Jaehyun says with a chuckle before putting another two in.

Your mind is getting hazy now, the feeling of being so full making you dumb, and the two men's comments aren't helping in the slightest.

"15?? Yeah, no, make it 20 at least," Johnny says with all seriousness before putting another two inside you, is it ten yet? You feel so stretched, you really hope you won't bleed after this.

As if hearing your thoughts, Jaehyun pours more whisky down your ass, but it goes amiss, cursing, he adjusts the angle of your butt, tilting it upwards and pouring the whisky onto the candy canes, letting it flow down into your ass before you feel someone shove another two into your butt, the stretch burning less now that there's more lubricant.

You don't know how long they keep repeating this cycle, but you could feel the whisky getting to your head even though you're good at handling your alcohol.

Before you knew it, the prodding of candy and whisky stops, the two men stand up to get a better look at you, your ass up in the air while your head rests on Jaehyun's chair, chest heaving from the mix of pleasure and alcohol in your system.

"I think we have a world record here, Jae, she's definitely beaten the forum's record," Johnny says with a proud tone, a warm fuzzy feeling sinking into your belly.

"By a lot?" you hear Jaehyun ask.

"By ten, she's got twenty two candy canes up her ass, now she's ready for a big boy like me," Johnny announces, but before you even think of pushing all the candy out, Jaehyun shuffles around his office for something.

"You don't mind me taking a picture right, baby? It'd be a waste not to post this on the forum, we're so proud of you, baby," Jaehyun definitely knows how to sweet talk, getting you to agree, it'd be a waste not to break the forum's record after all your hard work, right? No one's going to know it's you anyways.

You hear a snap of a shutter before Jaehyun comes shuffling in front of you, showing you your ruined asshole, bulging with so many candy canes, you're sure they opened a new pack of it just to complete the challenge.

"Isn't your hole so pretty, baby? Now it's time for part two of our little game," Johnny tells you before lifting you up from the ground, placing you on Jaehyun's desk, walking to the other side to fuck you properly, as you deserve of course, and before you knew it, you felt Johnny pull all the candy canes out your ass, leaving you gaping, and uncomfortably empty, you whine at the sudden loss in your butt, arching your ass up in silent notion of telling Johnny to hurry up and fuck you.

You hear a snicker behind you as Jaehyun takes a seat back on his own office chair, lightly jerking himself off, he's going to enjoy the view of your titties jiggling when his friend fucks you from behind.

Before you could whine any further, Johnny slides himself into your warmth, shuddering at the slight sticky residue the candy had leftover.

"Fuck, this isn't like anything I've felt before, holy shit," Johnny curses before pulling out, leaving the tip inside before slamming himself back into you, earning a scream of his name from you, silently thanking Jaehyun that his office is sound proofed, or he'd have lots of explaining to do.

Johnny busies himself by occupying a hand on your breast while the other is rubbing quick circles on your clit, his rough finger pads from all the moving has your legs twitching in pleasure, he wants to make a good impression if he doesnt want this to be the last time you let him hit.

You thought you'd be able to last quite a bit, but Jaehyun's suddenly standing up, his cock red at the tip, you know he wants more, so you open your mouth wide, but what you didn't expect was for him to shove one of his balls into your mouth, engulfing one of the most sensitive parts of his body into your mouth.

You suck and lick gently, switching for his other sack when you feel him tap your shoulder, slobbering onto his balls because, god, Johnny's fucking you brainless, once he's coated with your spit, he pulls away from you.

"Lift her up, Johnny, I wanna cum in her tight little pussy," Jaehyun says before you feel Johnny clasp a hand over your neck, pulling you up against his chest as if you weigh nothing, bless polar bear hybrids for having abnormal strength because you wouldn't have the energy to hold yourself up this way.

You let out a whimper when you feel Jaehyun thrust his whole length into you, giving you no time to adjust before he starts fucking you alongside his best friend, the feeling of two cocks almost breaching your thin walls separating your two holes is making you delirious, you're so far gone into sub space that all you could do was blabber words like 'so big' and 'so full' between moans of the word 'daddy' and Johnny's name.

Suddenly, the string in your core snapped and you could feel the pleasure from the tips of your toes to the pleasure points of your whole body, squirting onto Jaehyun's dick, coating him with your cum.

But the two men that have you sandwiched between them are still relentless, not stopping until they push you into overstimulation, you could feel tears prickling at the corner of your eyes and you swear you had another mini orgasm when Johnny and Jaehyun finally came together, fucking into your lifeless body with sloppy thrusts to milk the last of their orgasms, but what took you by surprise was that you haven't felt Johnny cumming despite him stopping, and that's when you felt it, the base of his cock chubbing up.

You gasp at the odd feeling, looking back in panic only to see Johnny smiling at you warmly.

"This is why I needed to stuff your ass with 22 candy canes, baby. Polar bear hybrids have knots, unlike those pretty boy elfs that you're used to fucking," Johnny says, not sure if he's implying your long term casual fling partner Jaemin or your recent one, Renjun, has he been keeping an eye on you?

You nod defeatedly, knowing that Johnny is probably the biggest you're ever going to have, and before you knew it, you feel thick ropes of cum streaming into your ass, filling you up with so much cum that Jaehyun pulls out to inspect the slight pudge on your lower belly.

"When you said the first orgasm right after hibernation is a fuck ton, I thought you were exaggerating," Jaehyun notes, still eyeing your bulged stomach.

"If only," Johnny says with a scoff, "but our baby's taking it like a champ, isn't she?" Johnny asks, in which you nod, your submissive self loving the amount of compliments Johnny showers you in.

"This is going to go on for quite a bit, can we lie down in your chambers?" Johnny asks, but he's already moving you.

Jaehyun nods, opening the door to his home, located just behind his office, and soon after, you feel the warmth of the sheets and you had drifted off to sleep, still connected to Johnny.

🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬🍬

When you woke up, the bed you were in is empty, but you hear light chatter and laughter from outside, you look down to see you're adorned in a thick sweater that you swore Jaehyun's worn before, smiling at the familiar scent, you quickly slipped onto the house slippers set beside the bed for you, padding out of the bedroom.

"Looks like someone's up," Johnny says before taking a quick sip of his coffee.

"Morning, baby, slept well?" Jaehyun asks before embracing you into a hug, you hope he isn't this affectionate with all the girls he's slept with.

"Yeah, what about the both of you?" you ask, turning to Johnny too.

"It'd be an outrage not to sleep well after yesterday's events, baby, and speaking of which, take a look at the forum, you're trending and everyone's trying to guess who it is," Johnny says before Jaehyun opens up his phone for you to see.

There it is, a photo of your ass filled with candy canes, and some comments down below.

There's no way anyone could beat that next year.

If you don't got at least 15 up your ass, then you'd look like a loser next to this person.

I really wanted to try the challenge this year, guess we just got to work harder:(((

"Wow," you say, speechless at all the comments directed at you.

"Wow indeed, baby, and about last night, me and Jaehyun would really love to keep up with whatever we have between us, it's not everyday we meet a champ like you in bed, so.... what do you say, baby? Wanna trade hearts this Christmas?" Johnny asks.

"We swear we won't give it away next year," Jaehyun adds on, eyeing you hopefully.

"As long as the only tears I'm shedding are from sex then I'm in," you say, excited for what's to come for the three of you.

[for-a-longlongtime]

OK first of all - YES @missredherring! I love that!

Secondly...

@prolix-yuy @missredherring @sp00kymulderr @boliv-jenta-- just so you know, @morallyinept posted 5.3K words of pure Sleazy Dieter mall Santa filth yesterday, including very inappropriate use of candy canes. She ho-ho-ho'ed that fucker allll the way.

PS: that sleazy!Dieter is the same one from her Backalley Bang fic which is based on THAT picture/shoot.

PPS 2: Oops, I'm so sorry, I noticed just now that this fic was already linked in the comments! My bad I got overexcited....

Washed up actor Dieter as a mall Santa. Maybe you go for a family thing in the day and he catches your eye. Come back in the evening for a little private lap sitting. Is this anything?

[hardstraykidshours]

stray kids fic-mas: day 10

pairing: none, just seungmin

genre: smut (suggestive), comedy, 18+ (minors dni)

summary: seungmin is a little too good at white elephant gifts.

length: 328

warnings: profanity, sexual/suggestive content, lots of talk about sex toys but none actually used, nsfw 18+ (minors dni)

ficmas 2022 masterlist

seungmin is an absolute menace when it comes to white elephant parties. he's always trying to find a way to win at every single one (even though there's literally no such thing as a winner or loser at a white elephant exchange). if there's a game involved, he's either working it to his advantage or completely sabotaging it. but that's not the worst part. in fact, if that was all he did it wouldn't be that bad. you're used to him being overly competitive about literally everything. 

the part where he takes things a little too far is with the gifts that he brings to the party. he always manages to bring the most outrageously bizarre and inappropriate gift he can possibly find. and since everything is technically anonymous and seungmin has an excellent poker face, you and the other members are the only ones who ever know that it's seungmin who brought the weird festive sex toy to the party. 

and not only does he always stick to the holiday theme, but he also somehow always manages to find something weirder each time. just when you thought it couldn't get worse than the sugar plum fairy bullet vibrator or the giant candy cane dildo, his gift last weekend included a bright green christmas tree butt plug complete with a big gold star and lights that actually work. no matter how many times you ask him, he refuses to tell you where he finds this stuff. at this point you're convinced he's having them custom made just so he can fuck with people when they open the white elephant gift.

and if he's not finding a way to "win" at each party, he's focusing his maniacal efforts on making sure his gifts end up in the hands of whoever would be the most uncomfortable. this isn't always as easy as it sounds though because for some reason changbin keeps trying to go home with seungmin''s weird sex gifts.

[pumpkinsy0]

christmas hcs bc tis the season BITCH

•the gang calls pony rudolph during the holidays

•darry and dally in ugly ass christmas sweaters>>>>>

•soda is always humming a christmas song when hes cooking

•curly makes inappropriate versions of christmas songs

•either that or he just plays it loud asf in tims car

•darry made the mistake of letting him use the speakers once

•tim makes good ass hot chocolate suck my ass if u think other wise

•pony is eating candy canes like it’s the only thing in existence rn

•two bit gagging when steve and soda or pony and curly kiss under the mistletoe is also a thought going on here

•darry had to confiscate curlys mistletoe bc he just had that shit in his pocket and would PURPOSELY put it over his and ponys head in front of the guy

•then curly just took mf leaves and berries as his back up mistletoe 💀

•once instead of saying “our Father” two bit said “our daddy” and everyone looked at him w disgust

•i mean it, he was put into the corner of shame for that shit

•ponys not allowed to wear a santa hat, just a headband w reindeer antlers and ears

•tim, pony, soda, and darry SLAVE over a hot stove for these absolute heathens

•pony and soda r always in charge of desserts

•as a joke curly pretends to b santa to get pony to sit on his lap

•if theres a piano for some reason curly likes playing christmas jingles on it

•also right after halloween christmas is his favorite holiday :D

•its a tradition that pony always puts the star or angel on top in the curtis house shut up

•in the shepard house it’s tradition that angela puts the angel on the top get it get it get it, do u get the joke pls tell me u do, pls get it

•she TRIED putting her picture on the tree once but tim crosses the line there🙄

•soda and curly r the mfs that puts a bow on their head go “i am ur gift ;D”

•angela looks hot in those santa dress stuff, shut ur MOUTH

•curly would probably wear those ugly sweaters w working lights

[shallitickleyournerdbutton]

After the heartache of the Volume 8 finale, I would like to return to a happier point in the show and suggest some memes/jokes that I like to think the students at Beacon would have had. More closely inline with the RWBY Chibi-verse, than the actual show - where Nothing Bad Ever Happened.

"Who's child is this?" being used to refer to Ruby - the youngest student at Beacon - when she's left unsupervised and/or doing something odd.

"I'd let Glynda punish/whip me for one corn chip."

Every now and again "Missing - Have you seen this person?" posters for Professor Peach will pop up around campus. No one knows who it is that keeps making them.

Vomit Boy candids being taken and shared any time Jaune is Suffering™️ on some form of transport.

The Great One plush of Pyrrha exists in-universe... and becomes the go-to prize for any stupid competition between the students. There's at least a dozen of these dolls on campus now, owned by various people and won as "spoils of war."

There's a dedicated chalkboard in the combat room for tallying how many times Nora has launched someone into the stratosphere. Notable mentions are listed on the board alongside her of other people who have achieved this feat - including Yang, Yatsuhashi, and Glynda.

(She launched both Port and Oobleck one day when they kept annoying her. Sometimes, their screams can still be heard if you listen closely enough.)

"There's that old guy again..." "Oh, shopkeep? Yea, he's everywhere. Don't think too much about it."

This leads to "Don't think too much about it." becoming something of a slogan for every time anything unusual happens.

"Candy canes, kids! One for Sun Wukong, one for Yang Xiao-Long, ooh four for Coco Adel, you go Coco!"

"I--"

"Andnoneforweissschneebye~"

Team STRQ having something akin to legend status at Beacon, whispered in hushed voices for fear and reverence of their names. There's a war between the students regarding team JNPR as their successors vs. the students who insist JNPR are not anywhere near worthy of such a title.

"How many team CRDLs does it take to beat Pyrrha?"

Blurry fancam-style videos of the Qrow vs. Winter fight out in the courtyard being traded around like baseball cards with other students. Some try and manufacture a "rematch" of this with the materials they've got - trying to get Ruby and Weiss to fight each other. 

That weird sing-song "HellOooOo~" that Yang sometimes does being mimicked by everyone. And I mean everyone.

Any time there's a significant lull in conversations or classes, someone often asks "Why are we here?" which never fails to make everyone in the vicinity groan.

"Ozpin is compensating for something" jokes about his office chair - including at least one popular response being "it's the war crimes", without them knowing just how accurate they actually are.

"On a scale of Ren-Nora, how excited do you want me to be?"

"Ladies Love Lavender" referring to Lisa Lavender having her own in-universe fandom mostly comprised of women. (Lavender being associated with lesbians irl, and I just think this would be funny.)

The sight of Ren just picking up and carrying Nora away from something is so commonplace that other people start doing it to their friends when they Need To Stop.

"Why is Blake's bow so big?" "Because it's full of secrets."

Blake being a closet faunus being such a poorly hidden secret that by the time she finally takes off the bow no one actually even notices. 

The betting pool surrounding exactly what it is in Ozpin's cup - coffee being one of the least popular options, and souls being the top choice.

Using Yatsuhasi as a unit of measurement. 

Photoshopping adorable images of Velvet onto various "cute" animal memes.

Everyone wanting to be spanked by Coco Adel. 

"I'd let Fox blow me up too."

"Why is Weiss' hair so long?" "To reflect the length of her father's crimes."

Everyone mimicking Pyrrha's memetic "I'm sorry!" anytime they apologise for anything. Even going as far to do it while apologising to things that don't require apologies - like inanimate objects.

"Are Port and Oobleck, you know... 💅?"

In fact, just that 💅 being used to refer to a large number of people at Beacon. Actual LGBT students picking this up and using it towards grimm when they're attacked to question the sexuality/homophobia of the grimm targeting them over their peers.

Threatening Neptune with water anytime he flirts with a girl who is clearly Not Interested in him.

No one knowing who, exactly, the other two members of team SSSN are - with wild theories abounding about who they may be. Popular choices include Shopkeep, Zwei, and Professor Peach.

This persists even after their tournament fights where they're shown. Scarlet and Sage are perfectly content with this, and participate.

"Arslan's/Pyrrha's back must be aching from constantly carrying her entire team."

And the respective responses of, "Reese/Nora are alright."

Similar jokes about Glynda also carrying the entire faculty/academy on her back.

"Salutations!"

The war between the "Irondaddy" fanbase, and his haters - who refer to him with various derogatory versions of his name. "Metalpenis", "Coppercock", "Chromeshaft", etc.

Anytime someone is doing something ~questionable~ donning a pair of glasses and/or imitating Oz or Oobleck pushing them back up their nose with accompanying menacing body language. (Kubrick Stare optional.)

Mercury having a foot fetish, courtesy of the people who caught him sniffing shoes at the festival.

"Did <character> just die?" "You know, it was really unclear." any time someone takes some insane damage in a fight and isn't seen for some time afterwards.

Everyone trying to locate and get a pic of the ~mysterious~ fourth member of team CMSN, who has only ever been spotted once - her tournament fight in the first round. Beacon's version of "Where's Wally?"

The Sympathy Fund for Emerald and her one-sided crush on Cinder. "She could honestly do so much better."

People offering themselves up as tribute to spar with Pyrrha/Yang/Coco/Sun just so they can be beaten up by the hottest people on campus.

"I drink milk!" being used as a defensive argument in wildly inappropriate contexts.

Naming grimm really boring names and attempting to keep them as pets. 

The innumerous times Port has allowed a "zoo-break" to happen under his watch and everyone having to assist in recovering his prized subjects.

"Where the fuck are all the fourth years?" "Ozpin's soul collection."

Candid shots of Glynda Suffering™️ being shared similarly to the ones of Vomit Boy.

Ranking people based on their Patience Levels - Pyrrha, Ren, Glynda, Emerald, and Fox being frequent top markers based on the bullshit they put up with from their respective teams.

"Saint Pyrrha" being a common nickname for her, and her neverending niceness towards people who absolutely do not not deserve it.

Weiss' "Hey!" being replicated amongst the student body and slowly growing more and more high-pitched in its replication until it eventually just becomes a shrill noise. Even so, everyone still knows what it means - and Weiss is absolutely unamused by all of this.

In fact, a lot of early!Weiss' comments being mercilessly mocked by everyone - "I'm a victim!" being one of them.

Renowned fear permitting amongst the student body regarding Yang's red eyes meaning Serious Business. Morphs into references of "going full Yang" to mean having rage-fuelled temper tantrums.

"Never miss a beat, never miss a beat" becoming a mantra for focusing on a task. This inspires several remixes of Neon saying it, and again with no one knowing who it is making them.

By all means, feel free to add any more that you all think of! I could use a laugh!

Also, check the notes for additions!

[inappropriateuseof]

borderline inappropriate use of said candy canes

[sweeterthanthis]

Naughty Or Nice

My entry for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​ and @sagechanoafterdark​Holiday Challenge!

Prompt: Getting caught nibbling on forbidden holiday treats.

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, explicit language, fingering, inappropriate use of a candy cane, slight overstimulation, orgasm denial, use of the pet name ‘kitten’, mentions of anal sex, very slight anal play. 18+

Word Count: 2k

“What are you doing hiding in here, Kitten?”

Ransom found you in the pantry, nibbling absentmindedly on a peppermint candy cane, where he’d sent you to get the fruit cake you’d insisting on baking all the way back in August. You could hear his exact words when he’d found you mixing the ingredients in his spacious kitchen that Sunday morning.

“Its fuckin’ August, Christmas is months away. Forget about that and come back to bed, I need you.”

You knew he wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about Christmas, and he didn’t try to hide it either, but for you, it was a big deal. The one time of the year that you could forget all of your worries and relax in the company of your loved ones.

Popping the peppermint flavoured treat back in your mouth, you grabbed the large plastic tub from the top shelf, his eyes raking up over the backs of your bare thighs, your woollen midi skirt hiking up.

“You know, I seem to remember you giving me a ticking off yesterday. Candy canes are for decoration, not allowed to eat them until Christmas Day. That’s what you said, isn’t it?” He purred, the space between you growing smaller as he stepped closer, his chest inches from your back.

His tone was slightly mocking, but there was an edge to it that made your tummy flip. You’d been so busy, falling asleep the moment your head hit the pillow for days. Ransom had made it clear that he wanted you, his hands roaming all over you the second your eyes flickered open that morning.

“Well, I mean, yeah I did say that, but it’s Christmas Eve. So it’s basically Christmas now, right?” You shrugged, spinning on the toe of your boot, candy cane dangling between your lips. You almost dropped the container when you collided with his big, strong torso, a gentle oof slipping from your mouth.

Ransom’s eyes sparkled with mischief, his jaw ticking when you tried to side step him, the motion practically impossible in such a small space. You moved left, he moved left. You moved right, he moved right. You had so much to prepare, and you were growing frustrated.

“Could you move? My parents will be here in like half an hour, and I want everything to be perfect.”

You couldn’t help the puzzled look that spread across your features when he took the plastic container from your hands, setting it back down on the shelf and placing his hands on his hips, his demeanour growing impatient when you huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and meeting his stare with your own.

“Candy canes are for Christmas Day.” He repeated again. “That’s. What. You.” He plucked the sweet from between your lips, settling it between his own and rolling it around on his tongue before finishing. “Said.”

You felt heat rise at the apex of your thighs, his pink tongue glistening as swept it across his plump bottom lip. You didn’t want to give in, to let him win. He was being ridiculous. But fuck, he looked so damn good in that cream sweater, the scent of his cologne filling your nostrils and making you weak.

“Ransom, please, they’ll be here soon.” You whimpered, bouncing on your heels just a little, his lips twitching up into a smirk as he pressed his torso up against your front, caging you between him and the shelf behind you.

“Half an hour, huh? I can get a lot done in half an hour, Kitten. You know that.”

And boy, did you. The things that man could do with his mouth had you screaming, begging, kicking out in submission. You couldn’t count the nights he’d had you pinned to the bed, devouring you like you were his favourite meal.

“I’ve been very patient; I know how much you love Christmas. Running around here trying to make everything perfect for everyone. Fuck, its adorable.”

His knuckles grazed against the column of your throat, your head tilting to the side as if instinctively, baring yourself for him like an obedient little puppy.

The satisfied hum that rumbled in his chest vibrated through you, your nipples pebbling beneath your soft, cotton jumper.

“And all the while, it turns out you were the one who needed a lesson in patience. Isn’t that funny, Kitten?”

He brought the sweet treat up to your mouth, the peppermint tingling against the soft flesh of your bottom lip, your tongue snaking out as he yanked it away from your reach, dangling it like a carrot above your head; his thigh nestled between your own, pressing up against your aching core.

It took everything inside of you not to grind down onto it, to create some kind of friction, anything to sate the growing need between your legs.

“Ransom…” you keened, arching yourself into him, his hot breath fanning your pulse point. Your eyes flickered closed, cheeks flushed with blood, all thoughts of your impending guests withering from your mind as lust clouded your brain.

“Look at you, haven’t even touched you yet and you’re already wrecked.” One firm hand wrapped around your waist, he pulled you farther against him, your hands instantly reaching for the rack behind you to steady yourself, your skirt hitched up around your hips from the positioning. “So fucking sexy.”

Your feet barely touched the floor, perched atop his thigh, one of his hands bracing against the wall behind you and the other dipping down between your bodies, a shudder running through you as he pulled your panties to one side.

“Gonna ruin my trousers, you’re drenched for me.” You jolted when you felt a cool sensation spread through your core, your clit pulsing when he swiped the peppermint cane back and forth across it. “You feel those tingles, Kitten?”

Your mouth fell open, nodding mindlessly as you lost yourself in the feeling of his strong, muscular thigh pushing up against you, your legs clamping either side of him, hips winding down shamelessly.

“Tell me what you want, baby. Beg me.” His movements halted then, his makeshift toy tracing soft lines between your pussy lips, your tight hole quivering in anticipation. “Beg me.”

You didn’t want to, didn’t want to give him the satisfaction, your one working brain cell screaming at you not to give in and feed his ego. But fuck, you just couldn’t stop yourself.

 “Please, please touch me. Can’t—can’t take this.” You whined, your pathetic mewls making you cringe as he grinned wolfishly at your flushed face. “Ransom, please.”

“Good girl.” You gasped when his thick digit slid into your tight channel, your walls fluttering around his knuckle, one hand reaching around, fingernails biting into the back of his neck when he added a second. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, give it to me.”

You did, rolling your hips down, bracing yourself against the shelf behind you, rising and falling until his knuckles nudged at your swollen clit. The tingles returned then, building in your core, your clit numb yet overworked and throbbing all at once.

Obscene sounds echoed through the air around you, the sloppy squelch of your cunt squeezing his fingers growing louder each time you drove yourself down onto him, tits bouncing beneath your jumper at the force of your eagerness.

“You gonna cum all over my hand, Kitten? Make those pretty eyes roll back in that skull for me? Come on, baby.”

Ransom goaded you, ground his impossibly thick thigh against your sex until you were panting, hooking the sticky candy into your mouth. “See why I spend so much time between those perfect legs? Tastes good, doesn’t it? Oh, you’re nearly there aren’t you?”

You could only hum in approval, words catching in your throat each time you tried to speak, babbling incoherently as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, fire spreading in your belly, your muscles on the verge of sporadic contraction.

Your eyes shot open, cunt empty when he pulled his hand away, laving at his digits like the cat that got the cream. You wanted to punch him when he threw that devilish smirk at you, so fucking proud, such an asshole.

“Patience, Kitten. Remember?”

Both hands pressed against his chest, you shoved him, huffing in annoyance at his trickery, but he was solid, and he didn’t move an inch. Your eye catching the time displayed on your watch, you panicked. Ten minutes. Your parents would be arriving in ten minutes.

“I haven’t got time for your shit, Ransom. Move.”

But the thing about Ransom? He loved a challenge, thrived on it. And the way your fury lit up your eyes, your chest heaving as you tried to assert your dominance, well he just couldn’t help himself.

You nearly fell when he pulled his thigh from between your legs, spinning you round and pressing you against the shelving unit, cans and condiments wobbling and threatening to fall.

“You’re so fucking cute when you’re angry.” He crooned, his nose tracing the curve of your throat, teeth grazing your pulse point teasingly. “Not nice to be teased is it? All these treats laying around the house, and I can’t enjoy any of them.”

You felt something probing at your pussy, sinking into you in one easy movement, something too small to be his fingers. And then you felt it again, that familiar tingling sensation riddling your insides, sticky sweet residue collecting at your entrance.

“Bet you wish this was my cock, hmm? This little candy cane doesn’t satisfy you one bit, does it baby?”

When his thumb pressed against your asshole, you jerked forward, the sharp edge of the shelf digging into your collarbones and making you wince in discomfort. “Gonna fuck you here later, and you’re gonna take it. Gonna be a good little girl for me, aren’t you?”

You shook your head, biting down so hard on your lip you could feel the blood bursting to get out. Yet even though you were furious, even though he’d driven half way to insanity, you still found yourself fucking yourself back onto the flimsy, thin, peppermint stick – and he chuckled.

“Yeah, yeah you are. You’re such a greedy little cockslut for me, and we both know it.”

Yelping when he pinched at your swollen nub, you babbled incoherently, winding your hips back against him, chasing your release as it crept back up on you, toes curling in your boots.

Ransom traced tiny circles, coaxing you closer and closer, his lips feathering against your ear, whispering all kinds of filth.

“Please, please let me cum…” you sobbed, half aware that at any moment, that doorbell was going to ring and rip you away from your pleasure. The walls of your cunt were aflame, peppermint kissing your most precious flesh and leaving a warmth in its place that drove you wild.

You felt like your head would pop at any given second, eyes bulging as you arched your back, chasing as much contact with his fingertips as they pressed up against your trembling cunt, ghosting against your swollen nub. It was enough, you were there, you were so fucking close…

The jolly sound of your Christmas themed doorbell rang out through the air, sending you jolting into the shelf, a can of peaches falling to the floor next to your feet. “Fuck!”

“Looks like our guests are here.” Ransom sang, popping the candy cane back between his lips, the wet patch on his thigh prominent and very, very obvious. He turned on his heel, humming in amusement. “Don’t forget the cake, Kitten!”

The afternoon was torturous, your mother rambling about the local gossip she’d gathered from her weekly book club, and your father probing Ransom on his intentions with his ‘little girl’. You lost count of the amount of times you’d rolled your eyes, laughed along with jokes you hadn’t even heard, because every time you looked over at Ransom, the sight had your thighs clenching in need.

He was as smug as you’d ever seen him, rolling what was left of that damn candy cane around on his tongue, smirking at you, and winking knowingly each time you swallowed down your arousal.

“I’m sure you’ll take care of my little princess, wont you Hugh?” Your Father pressed again, his warmth and affection for you warming your heart despite the slick pool of moisture gathering in your panties.

“Daddy’s little girl is safe with me sir; you can be damn sure of that.”