#once again my desire to make big gifs means i have to split every shot into multiple gifs
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lockwood & co. 1.02 flare scene âł for @youareiron-andyouarestrong
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Sznâs Creamings
Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader
Warnings: oof a lot sorry- eggnog(its delicious and youâre all just mean), corruption if you squint, clandestine sex I guess? Choking, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), nipple play, the Miya accent, improper use of Christmas decorations, bondage, unprotected sex(you should know to expect this from my writing by now), vaginal penetration, squirting, creampies/breeding, use of the word daddy like ONCE, cum eating, a dash of overstim for optimal flavor, ahegao (đ) aaaaand snowballing (aka spitting cum in someoneâs mouth) swearing obviously ummmmm shit man idk anymore Iâm 999% sure thatâs it- good shit below da cut
Wc: 2.5k
A/N: Merry Christmas to those who celebrate, and a VERY Happy Holiday no matter your cultureâs festivities! This is part of my collab with my lovely friends in The Sewer Server- @rat-suki ty anu for organizing it all! Iâm love u. This fic was written in an eggnog & fireball induced blackout, and is singlehandedly fueled by lust for Osamuâs Dorito body and my love for Steak nâ Shake.
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âThis... is it?â He cocked an eyebrow at the concoction, the red and green sprinkles bleeding dye into the whipped cream, the sad cherry on top sunken into it.Â
âThis is what youâve been goinâ on about fer the last 3 weeks?âÂ
This- was an eggnog milkshake. A wintertime classic, and a staple at the local diner in your hometown. Simple enough. It didnât look like much- in fact, it honestly wasn't. But to you, this shitty, artificially-flavored diner milkshake encompassed all the joys of holiday magic into one tall, frosted glass. You could count the years you spent in this diner, knocking them back. Youâve grown of course, but the nostalgia always stays the same. Having Osamu come to your hometown for the holidays was a pretty big step in your relationship, sure, but including him in the milkshake tradition usually reserved for your best friend? That was even bigger.Â
âYou havenât even taken a sip, you ass,â you giggled, putting your own straw to your lips, reveling in the cool flavor that was coating your tongue. Pure sugar, just a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon- perfect as always. You pushed the glass over to him, urging him to try for himself. He took in a large drink, letting it rest before clicking his tongue a few times and looking over at your eyes- eyes that were aglow with anticipation and gingerbread men? No, that was just the reflection of the gaudy tinsel that adorned the booth you sat in.Â
âSoooo?âÂ
âNot bad,â he sighed, pushing the glass back your way. Always anticlimactic.Â
âBut I could definitely make one thatâs better.â
âIâd like to see you try,â you shot back, narrowing your eyes at him.Â
One thing you knew he could never resist was a challenge. Grabbing his wallet, he slammed some bills on the table, whisking you away from the diner in 2 minutes flat, the milkshake an ever present memory, like that of the favorite Christmas gift from childhoods passed. You didnât think heâd take it that seriously, but you also knew that Osamu took everything- especially food- seriously.
Even still, the drive back to your parentsâ was a calm one, like every night adventure. The only difference was the bitter cold in the air, and the soft crooning of songs about Santa Claus on the radio. The only thing was- you just couldnât stop pressing your thighs togetherâŚ.
âPut it away, sir.â you said jokingly, shifting your current position on the couch. Miracle on 34th Street shown on the small screen of the television as you flicked through what seemed like every Christmas movie ever made with the remote. The feeling of his cock starting to stiffen at your back told you everything you needed to know; that Osamu wasnât interested in whether or not Santa Claus was real, or whatever the âtrueâ meaning of Christmas was- he was solely interested in the meaning of that which currently resided between your legs.Â
A sneaky had drifted under your shirt, breath hitching in your throat as his thick fingers rolled one of your nipples, the soft tugging leaving you mewling as the sensation traveled down to your now throbbing clit. You leaned into it for a split second, but you were bought back to reality by the sight of your familyâs Christmas photos on the fireplace mantle. There was no way in hell you could get fucked in front of a photo of your grandmother. You swatted Osamuâs hand away.
âWe can NOT do this right now-â your words fell on deaf ears as his hand snaked up your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake as he settled them right above your stomach, fiddling with the drawstrings of your shorts.Â
âMy mom and dad are literally upstairsâŚ.â The words left your mouth faintly your body lurching toward him.
Again, you tried. A valiant attempt. It wasnât a lie- they most certainly were upstairs, presumably fast asleep, as they had been up there for almost two hours now, leaving you and Osamu to watch a few corny Christmas movies- or so they thought. But he saw through your objections. Hearing the way your voice softened, seeing how your chest wavered as he got closer and closer to your face, he simply couldnât contain himself.Â
âItâs not my fault âya wanted to stay here,â he huffed, large hands seizing your own, pushing away their protests as he passed his thumb up and down your clothed slit. You bit your lip in an effort to silence the moan that was bubbling its way up and out of your mouth. You had started to become feverish, your own state of vulnerability apparent as Osamu used one arm to pin your wrists above your head, sending your lower half flailing and bucking up into his free hand as you whimpered desperately for his touch.
âYou want it, donât ya, little love?â Little love. The one pet name you could never resist. Almost like a switch, you moaned a particularly needy, not-so-hushed âhmmhm- yes, daddy,â that definitely would have blown your cover. Luckily, Osamuâs thick fingers worked their way into your mouth to silence you, your lips immediately wrapping around them and obediently sucking to heed his words.
âJust be sâquiet as possible,â his hushed tone came out in a low baritone. He pressed a finger to his lips, pointing another up toward the ceiling from the couch of your parents living room.Â
Keeping your arms restrained, your boyfriendâs free hand pushed past your layers of clothes, your saliva coated his fingers, providing just enough slickness to enter your hole with ease, gently curling against that soft spot right inside. You were so warm, so needy, easily molding into his touch as he watched your eyes widen within his. You fixed your mouth to open, but it hung there as his fingers worked, your cunt sucking them in manically.Â
âF-fuck,â you could barely manage that. âPlease I-hmph- pleaseâŚâ
âUse yer words, little love,â he cooed, the tone of his voice was sickeningly slow as he teased you, slowing his fingers down. You bucked your hips in protest, pouting and wiggling underneath him to feel some form of friction.
âStop Squirminâ.â His demeanor shifted immediately, darkening at your perceived disobedience. The hands that held your wrists met your throat, a half gasp escaping you as he gently squeezed, your face softening into a pout.Â
âI said- use yer words.â
âPlease, please fuck me,â you squeaked. âF-fill me up.â
âThen we gotta find a way tâkeep ya nice nâ still. Will you be good fer me?â
You nodded. You always were. Osamuâs ability to render you a compliant, malleable toy for him to fuck was astounding. You could spend the rest of your life being his obedient little thing without a care in the world or a complaint.
âI know ya will,â he pressed a kiss to your lips. âMy little loveâs always sâgoodâŚâÂ
You knew you were in for it- but you didnât expect this. It was a little different from your normal setup, but at the same time, the rush of excitement built in the pit of your stomach just as it did the first time âSamu ever bound you. It just so happened that there were some discarded lights nearby the Christmas tree. You could see the glimmer of an idea in his eyes as he plugged them in, smiling as the glow lit up his face. He looked at you on the couch and wiggled his eyebrows- as much as you wanted to laugh out loud, you werenât in the position to be picky about your rigging tonight. You had to make do.Â
âItâsâŚ. festive?â You could tell that even he was amused. But amusement aside, the desire that built between you, the stored tension of having not touched each other for almost two days now was clearly screaming to be addressed. His large hands made a bite in the wiring of the lights and they quickly found themselves around your wrists, the illumination beautiful, but also kind of blinding this close to your face. With a kiss to your lips, he moved from your wrists and down toward your torso, trailing an interesting track of holiday cheer into a harness around your chest and tying in your back. Your arms were bent forward at the elbow, snugly enough so that you could wiggle your fists, but your wrists were of no use.
 Pushing you onto your knees, you felt the press of your boyfriendâs hand against your back as he repositioned your arms and elbows to place you on all fours. Cool air immediately hit the skin of your lower half as you felt him pull your bottoms off. You wriggled your hips in an effort to help, but instead your flesh was met with an aggressive strike. Managing to catch your discomfort in your throat, a lowered hiss bared through your gritted teeth, soon followed by a sharpened inhale as you felt the presence of him towering over you.Â
âBeen thinking about the way those cute lips were wrapped around that straw all night,â he panted, palming his cock through his sweats. You could see how uncomfortably hard he was- it lit a fire in the pit of your stomach. You couldnât wait to serve him, you couldnât wait to feel the weight of his thick cock against your tongue- and stretching your pussy past itâs limits.
âI betâcher sweet mouth wrapped around my cock would look even prettier, donât ya think?âÂ
His words hit at your core. Your mouth began to water in anticipation as he pulled himself out of his sweats, gently pumping before lining up at your mouth.Â
Delicately, your tongue swirled down the slit of the head, plush lips wrapping around the pink bulb. Osamuâs hands guided your head down the length, drool sliding out of your mouth and down your chin, where it dripped onto your chest, riddled with bright multicolored light. Slowly, he fucked himself with your throat, allowing you to adjust to his girth.Â
âYep,â he exhaled deeply, hissing at how warm your mouth felt around him.
 âEvân prettier.â
 His motions sped up as he bobbed your head up and down, the slight saltiness of his precum going down easily, leaving you practically begging for a full load. You always craved him on your tongue- he tasted much better than any diner milkshake could. The soft gargling of his assault on your throat slowed to a stop as he pulled you off, leaving you gasping for air. Licking the drool from the corners of your lips, Osamu kissed you passionately before throwing your bound body onto the couch.
You clenched haphazardly around his cock as soon as he entered you, head flying forward with the force of his thrusts. His arm held you upright, parallel to his chest as his cock pistoned in and out of your hole.Â
ââS-sa-ah!~ âSamu- ffuck!â Your eyes snapped shut as he fucked into you. His breathy grunts resounded deep in your ears, sending jolts of molten lust down your spine, chest heaving as you tried keeping your voices down. Your hot, wet cunt sucked him in deeper and deeper each time he entered you- your urge to milk him for everything he had was only made more apparent by it.Â
âI can feel you baby,â He purred into your ear. âSo fucking wet.âÂ
Osamu released you from his hold, letting you fall forward into the couch, one hand pushing your head into the cushions, the other roughly kneading at the flesh where your ass and hip met, digging his nails into the flesh as he began to carnally pound into your pussy. Each stroke hit your sweet spot with a ridiculously precise skill. Your muffled sobs echoed into the cushions of the couch as he drilled you, never once slowing the rate in which his hips snapped into yours. You wouldnât be surprised if the smacking of his skin against yours woke your parents at this rate- you couldnât be bothered to care with your orgasm this close to the horizon.Â
Somehow you managed to free a hand from your twinkling ties, immediately pushing it to your clit to rub it feverishly. The squelching started up shortly after, your ears beginning to ring as your throat squealed itself raw into the deep void beneath you. Osamu pulled you back by your hair, pressing his lips to your ear and clasping a hand to your mouth.
âKeep rubbing that pretty pussy, sweet girl, so fucking close to cumming fer me, arenât ya?â
You could only whine in response. He softened the hand on your mouth, muffled words spilling out.
âIâm gonna cu-ah-cum! Please let me cum!âÂ
âHmmm? Gonna cum? Did I hear ya right, little love?â He knew what he was doing, egging you on like this.
You were mere milliseconds away from losing it, the edge pulling up to you so close that you could barely collect yourself as you began to feel yourself slip over it- eyes whiting out as Osamu gave you the go-ahead.Â
âJust let me c-â he finished your sentence for you.
âCum.â It was a simple word, a simple command. But the way it hit your ears: the way the low growl tore through your body- you didn't stand a chance. The warm wetness of your release sprayed against his abs, trickling down your thighs and pooling into the upholstery. Your eyes crossed, face contorting further into lewd bliss as a scream tried to escape your mouth- but only silence hiccuped its way out.Â
âGood fucking girl- now take this, baby. Take it allâŚâ God, he was the devil.Â
Fucking you through it- your boyfriend chased his own high, cock twitching inside as the vision of you wrapped in lights blurring into colorful stars as he spilled into you, his load coating your insides with a mass of sticky, soothing heat. You both collapsed into each other, bodies writhing as you caught your heavy breaths.Â
As he slipped out of you, Osamu lifted your hips to his mouth, sucking in the mixture of his and your own release, savoring it on his tongue. Your puffy, fucked-out cunt spasmed at the contact, the sensation overwhelming as you tugged at his steely grey locks, snapping his head back.Â
âHmmph-Â sâtoo much âSamu!â Your thighs clamped together as soon as he released you.
Humming a soft apology, he moved up from your lower lips to the upper ones, pushing his tongue past them, spitting arousal across your tongue. You swallowed the mixture greedily, smiling against his lips. You could still feel ropes of cum pouring from your spamming hole and leaking onto your thighs.
âWhaddaya think?â The words were slurred against the skin at the crook of your neck while he peppered your skin with kisses.
âDelicious.â You looked at him with a smirk, mind still hazy as your body shook its way through a few more aftershocks.Â
âTold ya I could make a better milkshake.â
 As he said it, laughter broke out between the two of you. Your chest struggled against the harness, as it was still pretty tight. Osamu unplugged the decorations, gently untying you as snow fell outside your living room window, the faint jingling of bells filling the room again as the tv light illuminated you both.Â
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