#nice or naughty list

[theniceandnaughtylist]

paarthurnax????

[ohposhers]

The Christmas short is so adorable sobbing actually look at their ugly sweaters oh my GOOOODDDDDDDD

ANGSTY LITTLE HEDGEHOG HAS TO BE SO EXTRA AND DRAMATIC HE FLEXES THAT HE CAN TELEPORT AND DRIVES OFF ON HIS BIKE ANYWAY I HATE HIMMMM ❤️❤️

[boyfriendstevie]

may i humbly request…. 15. Character A hiding their face into Character B’s shirt because they can’t keep the noises at bay, and hoping to God they’re not being too loud. i can’t think of anything to keep it wintery but… maybe a handsie moment at a work christmas party? hehe whatever u like!

Jay my angel baby love <333 thank u for this & im sorry it took so long, pls enjoy having to be quiet while staying at the harrington household ft menace Steve hehe; 18+!!! mdni!!! fem!reader, fingering, hand job, use of nicknames like good girl

-

“Baby…” Steve coos softly from somewhere next to you. It’s hard to tell… hard to focus. All you know is that his body is pressed to yours, and he’s got two long fingers in your cunt. “Gotta be quiet, honey. Don’t want anyone to hear you, do you?”

Being home for the holidays is always nice, but staying with family makes things difficult. In a number of ways, but it makes being intimate with your boyfriend particularly challenging. And after staying with your family for a number of days, in a small house where sound would definitely travel, you’re feeling pent up when you make it to the Harrington household. It didn’t take long for you to excuse yourselves to Steve’s old room where you were staying, and end up under the covers together. 

A kiss presses to the crook of your neck as you shake your head, Steve’s breath hot against your skin. You’ve only been at it for a few minutes, but between the kisses and all of his attention, you already feel like you’re going to melt, and besides, you don’t have much time anyway. You whimper again and his hand stills as he huffs out a quiet laugh and says, “Babe, I’m serious… can’t have my parents catching us.”

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” you whine, squirming under his touch as his free hand roams up your torso to cup your breast, squeezing not-so-gently, “I’ll be quiet, please don’t stop, just— need you, please—“

You can feel the curve of his lips on your shoulder and he shushes you again, this time more reassuringly as his fingers curl inside of you, “I gotcha, baby, shhhhh.”

But then, his hand pulls away completely as he shifts away from you, leaving you clenching around nothing and hissing his name angrily, “Steve! What the fu—“

Your complaint dies on your lips as he rearranges both of you so you’re on your side facing him, only mere centimeters separating you. One of his arms curls around your shoulders to hold you close while the other maneuvers between your bodies until his hand can cup your cunt, the palm of his hand brushing against your clit. His middle and ring finger dip between your folds to find your dripping entrance, fingertips circling it lightly. Teasingly.

Before you can complain again, his fingers ease into you, making you sigh softly, a quiet, content noise. Your leg hitches over his hip as you press closer, relaxing against him. Steve noses against your temple, a small laugh escaping his own lips as his fingers push deep, “Told ya I gotcha, honey.”

“Mhm,” you breathe out absentmindedly, all high-pitched and whiny in your attempt to stay as quiet as you can, which feels nearly impossible with his fingers fucking in and out of you. Especially hard when his fingers spread wide, stretching you open for him. His thumb finds your clit with practiced ease, rubbing over it in just the right way, making your hips roll into his touch. 

He keeps saying you can’t be too loud, but it seems like he’s doing everything in his power to make you fall apart, to make the loudest moans possible fall from your lips, “Stevie— fuck, Steve, need—“

A particularly loud moan escapes you, and you instantly worry he’ll stop again, but instead, his arm curls and tightens around your shoulders, pulling you into his hold. Your face presses against his chest, the fabric of his pajama shirt soft on your cheek. When you moan again, this time at the way his fingers crook, brushing against the most sensitive spot inside of you, the sound comes out muffled into Steve’s chest. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he asks, “Feel good, baby? That’s what you wanted, huh? Such a good girl, letting me know exactly how you feel.” 

Steve’s words, the smug sound in his voice, makes you whine again, though it’s barely audible against his chest. Your own fingers curl around one of Steve’s biceps, digging into his skin a bit more harshly than you intend to, though he doesn’t seem to mind, reveling in the reactions and noises he can draw out of you from his fingers alone. You’re desperate to cum after so long, and you’re so close, the coil in your gut twisting tighter and tighter, but you still need more. But he knows you better than you know yourself, and so before you can even ask, a third finger pushes into your tight heat. 

With his thumb rubbing small, quick circles on your clit, and his fingers pumping in and out of you, pleasure twists in your tummy. You clench around his fingers, face buried into your boyfriend’s chest as you finally tip over the edge. Your body writhes against his, moaning and whining into Steve’s chest, and you distantly hope that you’re not being too loud, though you can’t find it in yourself to care too much. 

“That’s a girl,” Steve hums, kissing along your jaw and neck as you come back down from the high. The leg hitched over his hip shakes and Steve pulls his hand from your center to grab at your thigh, squeezing your flesh gently, “Y’alright?”

“Yes,” you murmur softly in reply, face hot against the fabric of his shirt, “Your turn? Been too long…” You trail off as you move just enough to get your hand under Steve’s boxers. Precum leaks from his tip, and he hisses loudly as your thumb rubs over his slit, spreading the wetness down the length of his cock. 

Your fingers wrap around the base, and you stroke him once — just enough to pull a deep groan from his chest. You’re more than pleased, and a little smug, as you repeat the same thing he’d said to you earlier, “Gotta be quiet, love, yeah?” 

“Shut up,” he laughs, jaw clenching when you squeeze him gently, “Maybe I need to hide my face in your chest, too.”

“Be my guest,” you grin at him, free hand tangling into the hair at the back of his head, pulling him in closer for a kiss that leaves both of you dizzy. 

[catalisst]

[edmunderson]

posting early for @gloomiegalaxie's femboy friday since starting tomorrow i'm not gonna have a lot of time to do this. decided to do holiday theme since y'know. the holidays are coming up quick and there's been a lot of really good cc to use :)

creepmas // jeffmas day 5 // jeffmas day 6 // jeffmas day 7

[shadowisabean]

Oh no... 😶‍🌫️😅

[blckwidowdame]

[autisticfoxgirl333]

[theniceandnaughtylist]

Jonathan Sims from The Magnus Archives

[crocrubies]

Merry Cyclopsmas 🫶

[boyfriendstevie]

“Do I turn you on that much?” “You don’t even fucking know.”  + "Behave." with stevie 😌

first blurb for the celebration!! join here :) fem!reader, wc: 765

-

“Behave.” 

The word is muttered quietly from behind you, only loud enough for you to hear. You can’t see Steve’s face, but you can picture it; jaw clenched, brows furrowed, a light pink blooming on his cheeks. You’re not even really trying to tease, but you’re not not trying, and you know the way you’re pressing against him is riling him up. And okay, maybe the holiday party for Steve’s new company isn’t the best place to tease him, but it’s hard not to. 

It’s hard not to when he looks this good in his cable knit sweater and glasses, hair a bit messy from the hat he’d been wearing, scarf draped around his shoulders. He’s perfect. Perfect husband material, which is just your luck, considering you’ve got a new, shiny ring on your finger. 

You hum softly in acknowledgment, but lean back again anyway, your ass pressing into the crotch of his pants. One more slight movement against him, and that’s all it takes for him to curl an arm around your waist, leaning in to whisper, “Bathroom. Now.”

Excusing yourself, you quickly make your way to the nearest bathroom, which, luckily, is single use. You slip inside and lock the door, waiting for Steve. Hopefully you won’t have to wait all that long, but you’re not sure how pissed Steve is, and that will totally make a difference. 

After a few minutes of pacing back and forth in the small space, thighs clenching at the thought of what he might do, there’s a knock at the door. You pause, unsure if it’s really Steve, but when you hear, “You okay, honey?” muffled through the door, you know it’s him. You rush to unlock it and crack the door just a bit, but it’s enough for Steve to slip through. 

“You’re a menace, you know that?” he huffs, locking the door behind him and surging towards you. His hands cup your jaw, and he’s kissing you like it’s his last chance. 

You gasp into his mouth, fingers twisting into the soft fabric of his sweater as he pushes you back towards the counter, lips never leaving yours. His hands are warm on your hips, even through the layers of fabric you have on. He pulls back after a moment to take a breath, lips pink and shiny, and squeezes your sides roughly, “Up.”

He helps you up onto the counter, and slots himself between your thighs. The tights you’re wearing catch on a snag in the counter and rip, a run going up the side of your leg that has you pouting, pulling away from Steve’s kiss, “Oh… my tights.”

“Ya don’t need ‘em anyway,” he mumbles against the curve of your jaw, warm hands pushing up and under your skirt. His fingertips press into the rip, and before you can stop him, he pulls quickly, effectively tearing your tights in two. 

You gasp, eyes darting up to Steve’s, “Steve! What—“

“I’ll buy you new ones, promise,” he says softly as his fingers travel up your thigh towards your underwear after discarding the ripped fabric of your tights. 

His touch is enough to distract you, warm against the soft skin of your thighs. They travel in, and your legs spread further apart, revealing your panties, a spot in the center wet with slick. Steve hums, a pleased sound, and you squirm under his gaze. He’s so fucking hot tonight, you can barely stand it. 

Two fingers press against the wet spot growing on your panties, and a smile tugs at the corners of his lips, the beginnings of a smirk. “Fuck, baby. Y’so wet, soaking through your panties, huh? All this just for me? Do I really turn you on that much?”

You moan at that, partially at the way he’s touching you with the barest amount of pressure, but also at his words, the tone of his voice. Shivering, you try to move in closer, hips rolling against Steve’s hand. Your fingers curl over the edge of the counter as Steve pulls your panties aside and slips two fingers into you. It’s bliss. It’s torture. You need more. 

“Fuck,” you breathe out, trying to find the words to answer Steve, knowing he’ll probably stop if you don’t, “Y-you don’t even fucking know, Stevie. So hot, and all— all mine.”

It must be the right answer, because Steve grins, pressing a kiss to your jaw. And before you can say anything else, his fingers push deep and then curl, barely brushing the spot that will make you see stars, making you keen, “That’s my girl.”

join the celebration! 

[catalisst]

[appelsauc]

santa: boy go make some tous

elf who started working today (has an accent) : haww

elf 2: oh u just go to, uhh...

elf 3: those who 𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑤

FOLLOW FOR MORE BANGERS

[pushing500]

It's the Sims Anon from awhile back, we keep checking your blog for updates and giggled a bit at poor Mechi and his ugly sweater. Thanks for brightening our day by drawing the two boys. XD

I'm glad you liked the ugly sweaters more than Mechi did! 😆

Have some Christmas t-shirts (they are in a desert, after all) and XiaoLiang being his weird self. He's got both the bisexual and the polyamorous traits, and he's always sad because he's not in a relationship.

I like to imagine he's probably got a bit of a crush on the Jones boys (who doesn't? I know I do) and would seize the opportunity to twist Christmas traditions in his favour.

Howdy Holidays, y'all! 🤠❤️🎄

[blu3haw4]

Lexa has been very naughty this year. Instead of coal in her stocking, she wants Clarke to fill it up with something else 😏

Listen. I almost didn't write this one... and now is kind of my favorite one 🤭

For Day 2: Naughty or Nice List

Mature. G!P Clarke. Cracky and ... cute? more than smutty. It's so unserious though 😆

Soooo, what am I getting for Christmas, santa?" Lexa jokes, she toys with the white pompom of Clarke's Santa hat still placed over her head even after all four rounds they just got down to.

Clarke snorts, shaking her head as she looks down at her "You've been so naughty this year"

They giggle, Clarke running her hand on Lexa's side with the hand not currently holding her own head.

"Your stocking are going to be full of coal" she huffs as Lexa, laying on her back beside her keeps playing with the pompom of her had

"What!? No! That's not fair!"

"Just yesterday you sent me a nude while i was having lunch with my dad!" Clarke yelps.

"You said you were in the car!"

"With him!"

"That was an accident!'" Lexa huff, and continues playing with the pompom "All my past naughtiness, if i recall correctly, you've throughoutfully enjoyed"

"You've still been naughty" Clarke rolls her eyes playfully "And people on the naughty list only get coal" she fake frowns, and then really frowns "Specially if you call me Santa, please don't fucking call me Santa again"

Lexa laughs with an eyeroll of her own "I think I've done plenty of nice things for you, miss. Haven't I?"

"Mmmh, maybe" Clarke can't help but smile

"Maybe my stockings could be filled with something else"

"See! Naughty!" Clarke laughs as Lexa's smirks turns into a grin.

"Oh I am merely trying to be nice, only for your benefit really"

"Oh my benefit? How so?"

"Well your balls should alway have a safe place to be relieved, shouldn't they?" Lexa tries her best at a serious face and fails spectacularly when a giggle escapes her.

"Ohhh, i see" Clarke laughs and leans down to kiss her, slowly but surely moving and laying on top of Lexa

"You want me to fill you?"

"Yess, my love"

"You do, baby?"

"Mmm, always."

//

Mmm, let's see what might be in this one" Lexa says softly shaking the gift box in her hands.

Is Christmas morning and they're laying on the floor of their apartment beside their tree.

She smiles at Clarke until she hears the rocking of the items inside the box and her smile drops as she shakes the box again, more strongly.

"Is this-...? Clarke did you seriously got me coal?"

"What did you expect? You've been a very naughty girl, Lexa" Clarke says with a small smile.

"Clarke, i swear to fucking-" she shakes the box forcefully glaring at Clarke until she interrupts her.

"Why don't you open it, hun? It's very very nice coal"

"If you-"

"Open it" Lexa huffs, but complies, glaring at Clarke all the way to make sure she knew how terrible it would be for her, if she had decided to get Lexa actual coal.

At first glace, they did look like coal.

At second glance though? The box had scattered around an array and variety of plugs, bullets and small dildos. All black, some shiny, so mate, some sparky and some with purple or blue shades as well.

Lexa's eyebrows lifted in surprise as her mouth fell sightly open, slowly a smile started to grow as she could help little giggle and gasp that she let out.

"What...? Clarke!" She turned to laugh at a grinning Clarke, still very casually leaning against the foot of the couch

"You deserved all that coal for how naughty you've been"

Still laughing Lexa crawls forward to straddle Clarke and kiss her "You just got me like 15 different sex toys" she laughs between kisses as Clarke just smiles at her

"To be fair i had already bought some of them... I just replaced them for black ones"

"I love you"

"I love you. And we should be trying all of them today" Clarke smirks at her

"Clarke! No!"

"But it's going to be fun!"

"There's a but plug that's the size of my fist! We're not trying that today!" Clarke merely laughs and looks up with a little shrug.

"Clarke I mean it. No. No as in Rudolf no"

Laughing hard Clarke throws her head back "Okay, the best thing we've ever done is make our safe word Rudolf" Lexa laughs with her, and still cupping her face leans in for another kiss.

[antvnger]

Santa’s List: Naughty or Nice?

YES!

Even Santa knows I’m a kid at heart 😂

Stole burgled from @manymusesbym

No pressure tags: @cantevenbeachhere @thegrandharveyspecter @the-mjolnir-owner @benevolentgodloki @indoraptorgirlwind @inz-lokisdottir @redxinmyledger @prplhawk and anyone else who wants to play