#rickmas

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Rickmas day 16: keep warm

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @cassieuncaged, @deepperplexity

warnings: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids)

I pulled my cloak tighter around me as I patrolled the dungeon. Why it was so cold down here I would never know. Severus was already waiting for me at the end of the hall, holding the door open. I smiled as he raised an eyebrow at home.

“and just like that my shift is over.” I laughed as I walked over to him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in to kiss him. “Why dumbledore insists on nightly patrols when there are no students staying the holidays always amazes me.” Severus nodded as he smoothed his hands down my sides.

“I asked him once. Something about making sure the castle was still secure. I don’t know.” Severus said as he ghosted his nose down my jawline. “You look cold.” I nodded against him and pressed my nose against his throat. “Ah!” Severus hissed as he pulled back. “You’re freezing!” I nodded.

“it’s freezing down here in case you didn’t notice Severus.” I teased. “I’m just about ready to turn into an icicle.” Severus pressed a kiss to my cheek and pulled me into his chambers.

“well then we’ll just have to warm you up.” He smiled at me. I laughed as he pushed my cloak off. “And find a way to keep you warm.” We set about undressing each other, stealing kisses as we went. Before long I was buried under the blankets of Severus’ bed, Severus laying on top of me. He had slid into me as soon as the blankets hit his back. “Fuck.” He breathed out as I ground my hips against his.

“sev. Please.” I whined, watching a drop of sweat drip down his nose. Severus leaned down to kiss me, moaning as I lifted my hips to meet his.

“So close.” Severus moaned. “So damn close.” I nodded and buried my head in his shoulder. “(Y/N).”

“Severus I can’t…” I groaned. I held onto him tightly as my orgasm washed over me. Severus moaned as he twitched in me.

“fuck. (Y/N).” He breathed out as he came. We laid there, sweaty bodies stuck together as we came down from our highs. “Told you I would keep you warm.” Severus teased when he had caught his breath.

“I don’t know sev.” I laughed as he rolled onto his back, pulling me to his chest. “I can already feel the chill setting back in.” I winked up at him as he groaned and his hands started to explore again.

[deepperplexity]

🎄RICKMAS 2024 - a daily prompt challenge for all who love Alan Rickman and the characters he has portrayed 🎄

Welcome to this year's RICKMAS event! You all know the drill by now, but if you're new here, I will give one prompt for each day up until the 24th of December to do with as you wish — make it the theme of the fic/drawing/song/edit/etc., make it a feature, or simply mention it in a corner. It’s all good no matter how you choose to create with these prompts and all creative things are welcome!

Everyone is welcome to join in the fun and if you do one, eleven, or all prompts is completely up to you! I’m hosting this lovely event to allow fans of Alan Rickman (any of his characters) to connect and share some love, joy, and warmth through December. Let’s build our fandom universe and community further and interact more with each other!

This year’s tag is rickmas2024 — make sure to tag your work with it so we can all find your posts darlings and I’m hoping that even more darlings join in the fun this year - by creating or indulging in the creations while spreading it all to share the joy!

On to the promptlist! This year we are having a theme of depth and perhaps a bit more weight to each prompt than the earlier years - I endeavour to keep this event exciting and inspiring now that we are on year five (holy moly!) I decided to go a different route with the exception of prompt 24 (it's always Christmas Party) which I hope you'll love - and be wholly inspired by! *Drumroll please!*

✨RICKMAS 2024✨

December Moon

Secret Watching

A Treat

Darkest Night

Open Doors

Wrapped Tightly

Quiet Wishing

Never-ending Consequences

Unwanted Solitude

Lingering Touch

Out Of Reach

Missing Mirth

To Belong

Deceptive Kindness

Decorative Obsession

Thoughtful Gifts

Truthful Longing

Secret Visitor

A Helping Hand

Wrongful Perceptions

Heartfelt Confessions

Shivering Certainty

Eve Of Revelations

Christmas Party

Good luck everyone and I hope December will be good for you and amazing for this community of ours!

Lots of love, and jolly holiday wishes, Plex

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Day 4: Sharing

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: In where Severus is reminded that it's almost the first Christmas he and [Y/n] will be sharing and he goes to try and make it special

Tag(s)/Warning(s): fluff fluff and more fluff

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: And in something totally different once again! Here is a short little fluffy fluff about Snape and his almost first Christmas with his beloved [Y/n]. (See @deepperplexity i do know how to use the prompts in non unhinged ways are u proud of me 🤣🤣?)

The streets of Hogsmeade was filled with the bustling crowds of witches and wizards doing their holiday shopping as Christmas rapidly approached meaning that people were in a tizzy trying to purchase gifts for their loved ones.

And of course a treat for themselves.

Cheer and glee were on the faces of almost all of those who were bustling about spreading warmth in the cold air with just their attitude. All except one person named Severus Snape, who seemed to have had enough of people bumping into him as he tried to maneuver his way as swiftly as possible away from the crowd.

He should have known when he went out looking for a present for [Y/n] that he would face the tiring challenge of people. Yet he had been so caught up with preparing for the coming semester and his own experimentations that he had lost tracked of time.

And when she had brightly told him that she was excited that they would be sharing their first Christmas together in only a few days he realized he had proverbially dropped the ball.

On the outside he was his calm and collected self, agreeing with her as he was truly looking forward to sharing the holiday with someone other than himself. There was a small part of him that hated to admit that it in the past it was a bit lonely seeing all the people merrily celebrating.

Even when the Hogwarts staff tried to romp him in to their holiday shenanigans he was quick to get away not at all wanting to be invested in whatever they were up to. It was a way of punishing himself, as someone like him didn't deserve to have fun. Didn't deserve to have happy things because of what he had done and what he had caused.

[Y/n] though was having none of it when she came into his life. And he was grateful for it.

But he digressed.

That was on the outside, calm and collected as he usually seemed now and days. On the inside though he was quickly listing the things that he knew she adored and began to make a plan.

Oh yes, he would do his best to make sure the first Christmas they spent together was as lovely as his [Y/n].

First was to her favorite bakery where he was unsurprisingly met with a large line of people queuing up and waiting for their turn as it seemed that everyone had the idea to come at the same time.

An annoyance absolutely, but at least no one dared to talk to him while they were in line as he glared at anyone who seemed to want to make conversation. 20 minutes had passed and he had secured her favourite treats which included some pumpkin pasties that had extra holiday flavour in them as he had been told.

He had no idea what that meant.

A few cinnamon rolls that were topped with an abundance of sweet cream and a few more savory mini pastries that he knew she fancied.

Next was a trinket store, that she always gazed at when they walked passed though she never went in, only saying she didn't need more knick nacks laying around.

Well it was Christmas and what was wrong with a few more especially if the were useful and brought her joy.

So he went in expecting to find nothing yet he ended up coming out with a set of colour changing ink and quill, a trinket box for her little collection of rings and earrings in that played music while opened and also could sort the items for her. That aspect he found interesting thinking about what charm was placed on it to get it to do so.

And also he may have bought some dusty looking spellbook that he had never seen before which intrigued him along with self labeling potion bottle that showed what ingredients were in it.

Huh who knew that shop had so many things.

Pleased with his purchases he barreled his way through the crowd ready to finally be at home exhausted from all the pushy witches and wizard. Walking quickly to an alley way off the beaten streets of the village he took inventory of what he had making sure nothing was crushed or missing. Once he made sure everything was where he wanted, he apparated silently back home where [Y/n] was sitting in his wingback chair reading.

Well, that was until he suddenly apparated into the middle of the sitting room.

"Severus Snape! Merlin's beard!" she shrieked almost tumbling out of the chair being startled half to death by him. "I thought you told me no one can apparate in and out of the house? You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

His lips turned upward in a smirk at her words as he watched her get up from her seat and stalk up to him with a small pout.

"Hm yes I do remember telling you that," he answered matter of factly, leaning down and brushing his lips against her forehead causing her to grumble, "though I may have left off that I'm the exception. I did live here for years after all."

Pressing his lips against her forehead in a chaste kiss, he moved down and kissed her nose, before hovering over her lips waiting for her to move.

"You're the worse you know that," she mumbled shaking her head before closing the distance and kissing him showing him that she wasn't angry just startled.

"Mhm."

He kissed her softly before moving to her cheek and kissing her there making her giggle as he pulled away.

"Your lips are so cold darling here go put all those bags away," she started pausing only when she saw the amount of bags and being yet again surprised. He said he was going out potion ingredient shopping and from the looks of it he had bought the whole stock of them. "And I'm sure it'll take you a while Severus did you go on a shopping spree without me?! Oh never mind I'll make us some tea it should be done by the time you've sorted it all out!"

Without another word she was off leaving Severus with a pile of bags not even suspecting that most of the things were for her.

When she had come back out of the kitchen tea floating behind her she was surprised once more when she found a plate full of her favorite snacks sitting on the little table in between her chair and Severus'.

He had paid her no mind when she had come back, acting as if he was reading the new book her had purchased yet he was keenly aware of her presences. It was only when she had sat the tea down did she take a look at all the snacks that were waiting for them.

"Severus?" His name came out shyly as she wandered to his side making him put his book down and turn to look at her.

"Did you buy all of those for me?"

Her eyes twinkled in the warmly lit room and he nodded.

"Mhm I passed by the bakery you always go to and decided to stop by," he answered coolly as if he hadn't been squished in the shop when he got in. "Hopefully this is a good festive start to our almost first Christmas together?"

Grinning at him, [Y/n] leaned over the arm of his chair to plant a kiss on his cheek overwhelmed with excitement as she skipped over to her own seat. Plopping down she poured them both some tea and happily partook in one of the pasties groaning happily at spiced pumpkin filling.

"It's an excellent start darling," she beamed. "Thank you!"

A rare smile, well not so rare for her, appeared on Severus' lips at how happy she looked as she bit into the treat and he felt as happy as she looked at the thought of the cheer to come. It was nice to share such a time with her thought before going back to his book and relaxing in the ambience of the warm room and his warm love.

A/N: see i am capable of using the prompts normally! see you guys on day 7 prompts! (she's taking a little break to avoid writing angst 😌)

[putting-rick-in-places]

rick under the christmas tree (preferably but not necessarily wrapped like a gift)

Come open your present (shoot me)

[acedream64]

merry rickmas ;)

[enter-the-phantom]

Enter Writes A Blog - December 19, 2023

Shenanigans Ensue at the Inaugural Rickmas Party ‘23

Rickmas this year was a grand affair and hopefully the first of many more to come!

I’d been wanting to host a holiday party for a long time now—I know a lot of people and don’t get to see some of them as often as I’d like—and I had the brilliant/terrible idea to pay tribute to the spirit of the season in the best/worst way possible. Hence something my friends have been expecting for years: Rickmas—the party!

You don’t know true chaos until you have a group of 10-12 people, many of them dressed as various Alan Rickman characters, playing Cards Against Humanity while being benevolently watched over by a giant cutout of Severus Snape. Followed by karaoke in which Hans Gruber and two angels Metatron belt Gay Bar in the middle of the living room.

A night celebrating friends and love that the man himself would be proud of.

Favorite costume was Marvin by far (she had such clever makeup!), closely followed by Turpin complete with a tiny pie! My sister’s Metatron included $2 maracas that I was proud of.

And not a single good picture of my Hans to be found. Oh well, here’s a pre-party makeup check. I’ve really got to do something with all these niche cosplays I’ve acquired.

[foreverfightingtemptations]

My Rickmas Tree.

[snowblossomreads]

Hey millie i know where u live and im going ti have to show up to fight u for what u did 😭😭 HE WAS SO EXCITED TO GIVE HIS MUM STUFF so happy and then she just gets murked 😭😭 why why why was this man built on literal heart break WAHHHHH. Also the smell of his love potion :0!

And the note. and the everything. Ha he still never realy cares for christmas lies Severus Snapen LIES. ugh .

PS thats a grown ass teenager 🤣

Rickmas 2023: Day 6. Out of Care | Snape & Eileen

Read now on Ao3 or below the cut:

Christmas was a time for family, so everyone said, but to Severus that only meant misery. Quiet, tense dinners in the Snape household were the norm; it was no different on Christmas Day, except with even heavier drinking from his father and maybe the odd card from a distant relative Severus had never met.

But there was one thing he loved about Christmas. Every Christmas Eve, his father spent the day at the pub with his mates for a “boys Christmas,” and his mother took him to the Christmas Market in Diagon Alley.

It was the one day a year that Severus got to go to Diagon Alley as a child. He and his mother would wander the streets, looking at the trinkets on sale that they could never afford, smelling the food and drink on offer, and some years Eileen even managed to save up enough spare change to buy Severus a treat.

He also got to visit the shops, to look in wonder at the apothecary and the bookshop. Severus was forbidden to go down Knockturn Alley, but that just made it all the more enticing, and Eileen more than once turned around to find him gone, running after him only to find him talking to some cloaked figure down the forbidden alleyway.

At Hogwarts, Severus learned enough of potions and magic to offer an under the table potion brewing service at school, and he saved every knut of it for Christmas time. For years Eileen had been saving to buy her son a cinnamon-dusted hot chocolate at the Christmas Market every year, but now he was finally able to buy one for her. He treated her to sweets too, and a gift, and she begged that it was too much for a son to treat his mother, but his stubbornness won out and for once in her life Eileen Snape smiled.

When Severus brewed his first successful Amortentia, it smelled like the old books of the library, a vanilla blancmanche, and cinnamon-dusted hot chocolate. He made a fortune selling love potions that year, especially with the school’s winter ball coming up, and for once he was looking forward to going home, because he would finally be able to treat his mother as she deserved.

It was only two days before the Hogwarts Express would take him home that Professor Slughorn pulled Severus aside after Potions class and delivered him the news that his mother had been found dead in her home, the muggle police were treating it as suspicious, his father was nowhere to be found and did he have somewhere else to go for the holidays or would he like to stay in the castle?

Although between a castle empty of Marauders and a home with his father he’d prefer the former, he had every year previous chosen the latter for the sake of his mother. He couldn’t bear the thought of her alone with Tobias at Christmas when he was at his drunkest, and he didn’t want to miss out on treating her at the Christmas Market.

But there was nothing to go back to now. Christmas was family, and as far as Severus was concerned, his family consisted of himself and his mother - and now, with her gone, he was alone.

 When he told Lily why he wasn’t coming home for Christmas, she showed him pity and sorrow, and though he would have said yes in an instant the invitation to spend Christmas with the Evanses was never extended.

And so Severus opted to stay at Hogwarts. For two weeks the castle was almost empty, save for him, one Slytherin girl a year above him, and two first-year Ravenclaws. There was a peacefulness to it - no Potter lurking around the corner to ambush him, no giggling girls gossiping in the library, no boisterous Gryffindors running down the corridors. It was everything Severus had dreamed of at school.

And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to enjoy it. He didn’t care for Christmas anymore. The one spark of joy that it had brought - that one trip a year with his mother - was gone with her, and he felt empty in the moments he was too exhausted to feel angry.

On Christmas Eve, Severus got out of bed only because his stomach had begun to growl at him for not eating for three days straight. He pulled back the curtain of his bed and turned towards the bedside table to retrieve his wand… and almost knocked over a steaming mug of hot chocolate.

He paused, his hand frozen in mid-reach for his wand. He looked around the room, as if someone would step out of the shadows and reveal their mysterious hot chocolate ways. But he was alone, just as he had been since the end of term.

He picked up his wand and cast charms on the mug, but he found no evidence of magic other than a warming spell to stop it getting cold.

The mug even looked the same as the ones from the market stall. In fact, if he wasn’t mistaken, it was the same one as from the market stall. The smell was unmistakable, the colour, even the way the cinnamon was sprinkled on top in the shape of a Christmas tree.

Severus picked up the mug and cautiously took a sip. It was the same!

On the table beneath where the mug had sat was a slip of parchment. In unfamiliar handwriting, it said:

Severus - Keep her alive.

That was it. No signature, no clue of who his mysterious benefactor was.

Keep her alive. That was what the note said. His mystery barista had only one message for him, one they felt the need to deliver anonymously, and he hoped they weren’t watching him now to see the tears falling down his face.

Whoever they were, they were right. He had to keep her alive. She was half of him, and he owed her everything. Next year he would go to the market, and he would have the hot chocolate with cinnamon, and he would remember her.

But he still never really cared for Christmas.

[christiecandor]

I see a lot of you bummed you missed season 7 and/or the marathon on Adult Swim last night, and since I've already been helping a few of you watch it, I've decided to put together a little something for everyone in the fandom on my Google Drive account! Merry Rickmas, all! 🫶

[myveryownfanfiction]

Rickmas day 8: rosemary for holly

18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

tags: @illiana-mystery, @cassieuncaged, @iobsessoverfictionalmen, @deepperplexity

warnings: swearing

warnings: swearing, snape is emotionally stunted

I stood watching Severus dig through the box of Christmas decorations, a scowl etched on his face. He was muttering to himself, occasionally pointing his wand in the box and muttering a summoning spell.

“dammit.” He groaned and pushed the box away from where he was seated. “Where the fuck is it?”

“where is what?” I asked as I fully stepped into the room. Severus looked up at me and frowned.

“The holly. My mother…” he broke off, turning to stare at the box. “She always put holly out. Always. But I can’t find any.” Severus kicked out at the table, watching it move an inch. “I feel like I’m losing my mind. Over a little piece of holly.” He laughed as he looked back at me.

“you aren’t losing your mind.” I assured him as I sat down next to him, a hand on his back. “It’s a family tradition. Something you hold dear. It makes perfect sense.” I rubbed his back as he put his head in his hands.

“what am I going to do? It’s too close to Christmas to try to find it in the shops and I can’t grow any. It takes too long. There’s no way to get back to hogwarts to go through my stores…” Severus trailed off.

“and besides that holly is better used for potion making rather than decoration.” I finished for him. Severus nodded and sat back to lean his head against the couch. I looked at him carefully. “What about rosemary?” I asked. Severus turned to look at me.

“Rosemary?” He asked. I nodded. “Use rosemary? For holly?” I nodded again.

“holly has meaning at Christmas. And rosemary has it own meanings.” I tried to reason. Severus nodded.

“it could work.” He breathed out. “Although…I don’t know where I’d find…”

“I do.” I said with a smile. “Come on.” I held out a hand and Severus took it, letting me pull him up. We walked into the kitchen to the tiny garden I had been cultivating in the window while he was at hogwarts. I grabbed the little planter with rosemary and presented it to Severus.

“you’ve been growing this…” he said, staring at the plant in his hands. “While I’ve been away?” I nodded.

“I needed something to do. And it’s useful in both cooking and potions.” I shrugged. “I…” Severus cut me off, planter clattering on the counter as he grabbed my waist and pulled me into a kiss.

“fuck.” He breathed. “I love you.” I laughed as I ran my fingers through his hair.

“I love you too.” I smiled at him. “What…” Severus kissed me again.

“rosemary means fidelity and remembrance.” He whispered against my lips. “Remembrance of my mother. Me. Those we’ve lost. And fidelity.” He kissed me again.

“What about fidelity has you so worked up?” I giggled as I pushed his hair back.

“loyalty. Faithfulness. To me. Supporting me.” Severus leaned his head against mine. “Everything I wanted as a child but never got in this house. Something I only dreamed of at hogwarts instead of mistaking it for being used. (Y/N) darling, you’ve given me everything I could ever ask for.” I cupped his cheeks as he gazed into my eyes. “I love you more than you could ever imagine.” Severus kissed me deeply again.

“I love you too.” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Let’s go hang this up.” I grabbed the planter and his hand to pull him back to the living room. “And then we can go test that fidelity.” Severus laughed as he followed my lead.

[deepperplexity]

It's August, 28°C and sunny, but I have Christmas music on 'cus I'm working on the prompt list for this year's RICKMAS!

I've updated my taglist, too. So, if you're a creator wanting to be notified when the prompt list goes up you can add yourself already and if you're a reader wanting to be notified when I post my fics for the year you can tag yourself as well.

I will no longer reset the RICKMAS READER list every year, you can take yourself off the list at any moment by just deleting your tag in the document but creators will have to sign up every year so that only active participants are tagged in the prompt list 🥰

🎄TAGLIST HERE 🎄

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SQEEUUE MORE SINCLAIR MY BABY BOI!! His sudden history lessons on things he sees is spot on haha! is also glad reader listens to him and makes his heart feel better bc it's what he deserves!

oh gosh and them him and his snacks 🤣 he was def like please say yes come have snacks with me! This was so cute and im excited to see where you go with this!

Prompt 15 of @deepperplexity 's Rickmas2023 prompts

December 15: Coal and Cards

Sinclair Bryant x Reader

You've recently moved to the outer suburbs of London and run into a beautiful, sweet, talkative man.

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Maybe you had gone a little bit overboard, you thought as you balanced the bags in your arms. But in your defence, you loved Christmas. And the stores along the high street of the town you’d recently moved to had so many beautiful holiday things. So now you were balancing two paper shopping bags of last-minute gifts, decorations and the ingredients for gingerbread cookies, along with a bag of coal. Your new flat had a cute potbelly stove in one corner that was in working order and you couldn’t wait to get it fired up and making your flat nice and cozy. It had snowed the night before, covering the street and sidewalks in beautiful white coat. But while it looked lovely, it made walking a bit perilous, as you soon found out as your foot skidded on an icier patch of snow and you felt yourself starting to topple. On instinct, you dropped the bad of coal in one arm and grabbed hold of the nearest thing available, a streetlight, which stopped you hiding the ground. Getting your bearings back, you saw that a few items had fallen from one of your shopping bags and bobbed down, setting the bags on the ground and collecting the fallen pieces. “Are you okay?” You heard a deep voice ask. You looked up and saw a mad who had bobbed down in front of you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight of him. He had warm hazel eyes, strong features and fluffy blond hair that fell across his brow. The most uniquely handsome man you’d ever seen. “Um, yeah,” you blinked, “I’m fine. Just slipped a little.” “Do you want some help with these? It looks heavy.” He asked, picking up the last piece of your fallen shopping and handing it back to you. “Actually, that would be very nice. My eyes were a bit more than my arms could handle.” You laughed and he smiled in return. He had a beautiful, bright smile. The man picked up on of the shopping bags and the coal bag in each arm and stood. You grabbed the last bag with your baking supplies and stood too. “Thank you for helping me.” You said, “I’m y/n.” “Sinclar Bryant. And it’s my pleasure. Where were you headed?” “Oh, my flat, it’s just at the end of the street.”

You and Sinclar headed down the street, taking their time navigating the snow-covered path. “Have you been living here long?” He asked. “Actually, I just moved in a few weeks ago. I used to live in London and needed a change of scene. It’s so lovely and peaceful out here.” “It is. I work in London. Living out here is a wonderful break from the chaos. You walked quietly for a few moments before Sinclar glanced at the bag he was carrying. Sitting on top was a packet of hand painted Christmas cards. “Did you know Christmas cards were invented by a man who had too many friends to write too?” “No, I didn’t know that.” Sinclar hummed and kept talking, almost absent mindedly, “Henry Cole in 1843. The new penny post system meant a lot more people could send letters and he got so many Christmas letters he couldn’t answer them all properly. And in those days it was considered very bad manners not to answer mail. He worked out an idea with an artist friend, JC Horsely, to design a card with pictures of a family celebrating Christmas and helping the poor. He printed a thousand of them to send out to people. Over time, others started copying his idea and it became fashion to send Christmas cards.” You looked up at him, perplexed by the sudden history lesson but also finding the way he spoke endearing.

Sinclar’ train of thought apparently drifted to the other bundle in his arms and he continued, “You know in Italy, they have the tradition of a Christmas witch called La Befana. Legend is she tried to follow the three wise men to find the baby Jesus, but couldn’t find them, so she gave out her gifts to good children and gave lumps of coal to the bad ones. Today the give out sweets that look loke coal called Carbone Dolce as a joke instead.” Sinclar looked at you and saw your expression, a mix of confusion and amusement, and he blushed slightly, “I’m sorry, I have a habit of talking too much. I apologise if it’s annoying you.” Something in his eyes as he said that tugged at your heart. “You’re not.” You assured him, “It’s actually very charming. And interesting, I didn’t know either of those stories? A Christmas witch? It sounds fun.” Sinclair smiled again and the two of you kept talking more as you walked, first about random Christmas traditions and then about the town. He’s been living there a few years now and you were happy to hear his recommendations about the areas shops and events.

Sinclair felt happier than he’d felt in a long time right now. You were clever and curious. Talking with you was so easy. You’re smile was beautiful and your eyes were so warm and gentle, he found the persistent knot that had sat inside his chest for months finally starting to loosen.   “Oh, and you have to try this bakery, Lenora’s. It’s near the library. The best pain au chocolat and pasties you’ve ever tried. And at Christmas they make amazing hot chocolate.” He stopped, turning to face you properly, taking an impulsive chance, “Are you hungry? If you’re not busy I could take you there, show you around a bit.” He asked, hope and slight nerves colouring his voice. To his relief, you nodded, “I am hungry, actually. And that sounds great, I’d love to have lunch with you.”

You reached your flat and you quickly stashed your shopping just inside the door and headed back out with Sinclar. You walked towards the bakery, arms occasionally bumping into each other, and chatting idly about anything that came to mind, not yet realising that this was the start of something very special.

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Hope who reads this likes it. Sinclair deserves so much love. I want to hug him so bad. I am planning a continuation of this with another prompt.

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Day 23: Under the Tree

Pairing: Severus Snape x Fem!Reader

Summary: Severus comes home to his living room looking much different than he left it thanks to [Y/n].

Tag(s)/Warning(s): fluff!, decorating for loved one, mentions of childhood poverty, kissing, mostly just cuteness

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: Ekkk I'm posting this kinda late after running aroundish so apologize for anything with wacky grammar or spelling haha! But enjoy this cute little fluff with Snape!

"What in Salazer's name-! [Y/n] what is all of this?"

When Severus had left early that morning to attend to some business, his sitting room was under decorated as it usually was all year round. That meant piles of books were littered here and there and on the shelves that lined the wall. His typewriter sat on a little table with manuscripts he had been working on for a while. And piled high next to it, were more books along with his chair that sat next to the fireplace.

Yet, when he had returned and stepped into the room he was startled when he was met with the sight of a Christmas wonderland. Nothing had technically been moved, but things had been added to the space. 

Take for instance, the strings of garland that hung on all the shelves and across the fireplace with little holly leaves attached to them. There were also four green and silver striped stockings on the mantle of the fireplace, all of them evenly spaced out from one another.

Also, how could he forget about the tree that was half as tall as the bookshelves? Decorated with little colourful lights that twinkled and would slowly change colours, it also had been wrapped in some gaudy tinsel along with tiny ornaments that hung from the ends of different branches. The tree was insanely bright and much more colourful than most things in the house, and under it were a few gifts wrapped neatly. Before he could look for any more changes in the room, [Y/n] appeared in the kitchen doorway with a bright smile and an apron on.

"Severus!" She beamed as she wiped her hands on her apron and made her way to him with a warm smile. "Welcome back! Do you like what I've done with the place?" She asked, turning around to admire her handy work. "I figured since it's our first Christmas together it should be more festive feeling and I just couldn't help myself. I hope I didn't go too overboard though."

She had thought it a shame that they hadn't decorated for Christmas with how close it was and as it got closer it just didn't feel right to not have something festive looking in the house. So when Severus had left that morning, [Y/n] decided that their first Christmas wouldn't be complete without a tree and some decorations.

So she made her way to Hogsmeade and gathered as much decoration as she could find in the short amount of time that she had to pull what she had in mind. The hardest thing was to get a tree sent over quickly and discreetly. Thankfully it was a handy thing to be such a skilled witch as her as with one little wave of a wand, the miniature tree that she had found easily became a midsize one and large enough to fit all the decorations she had bought.

She had furiously decorated the whole room not stopping until everything was done as she wanted to give him a surprise. Once all the decorations were up, she quickly ran to place the presents that they had bought for one another underneath it. Was it a temptation to take a peek at them, absolutely but she didn't!

"I think I did amazing with the time crunch I had, but you're the wizard I need to impress! Soooo how'd you like it?"

"[Y/n] I-." He started, but stopped in mid sentence causing her to look at him and notice the slightly shocked expression on his features.

He didn't quite know what to say. It had been years, since he had seen the room like this. Alive with so much colour and cheer, that when he thought of it, he actually didn't believe that he had ever seen it so full of life.

As a child, when they decorated, and that was if his parents could afford to, they would only usually have a tiny tree that had already lost a lot of it's needles. The lights were not colorful just a bright white with missing bulbs here and there, and there would usually be two or three things under the tree if anything at all.

So to see so much Christmas in his home, had his heart swirling with emotions that he still had a hard time coming to terms with. It all felt so new that all he could do was sit in silence for a moment as he took in what [Y/n] had done for him.

"Severus?" She questioned, unsure if the silence that was between them was good or bad as he had not yet voice an opinion either way.

She had been nervous about her whole decorating scheme and him not answering her made her stomach twist uncomfortably as she thought she had done something wrong.

"Oh gosh I've messed up haven't I? I debated on telling you but I thought it be a fun surprise," you know?" She babbled nervously, wringing her hands on her apron while trying to explain her reasoning. "I know you don't  like your stuff being moved about so I tried to work around it, but I just thought it be nice for a spark of colour to light the place up. Not that I don't like it as it is! It's just-."

She didn't get to finish her rambling explanation because before another word left her lips, Severus had wrapped his arms around her in a hug and his lips were pressed against hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss.

All of the worry she had about overstepping instantly melted like snow on a warm day and she was kissing him back with the same passion. Arms wrapping around his waist to keep her from falling over at how good his lips felt against hers, she couldn't hold in the moan that left her throat as he kissed her over and over until she was breathless from his affection.

"It's beautiful [Y/n]," he husked in that rich baritone of his as he finally pulled away from her lips leaving her a bit light headed. "Absolutely wonderful. A Christmas wonderland is not what I expected when I came but it is wonderful present either way."

His approval had her heart soaring, while also causing her to relax in his hold now that she knew his silence wasn't because he was crossed with her. Letting out a breath of relief, [Y/n] shuffled in his hold so that her back was against his front and she delicately took his hands so that he would lace his fingers across her waist.

Leaning back, they both gazed at the room for a moment, admiring her handy work at making everything so festive in such a short amount of time.

"Well good," she sighed out as his arms tighten their hold against her as he leaned down to kiss the top of her head. "I was scared that you were going to hate it but it makes me feel better that you don't. And also I think the lights on the tree are lovely and I would hate to take them down."

"Mhmm, they are quite lovely, but for what it's worth," he whispered huskily in her ear, a sound that made her shiver in his arms. "I think you are the brightest light in this room and in any other."

His compliment caused an involuntary smile to bloom on her lips as she turned around to face the man she adored so much. A tiny smile was on his thin lips when she looked at him, yet it was his dark eyes that were alight that seemed to tell the story of how happy he was.

"Oh Severus I do love you," she whispered as she went to stroke his cheek, causing his eyes to soften at her.

"And I love you, darling, thank you for this," he responded before leaning down and kissing her once more as they were surrounded in their little wonderland.

[thesoftboiledegg]

I love Rick's pride in being autistic. No angst about it. If Morty's on the spectrum, Rick's probably proud of him, too.

[conanssummerchild]

lukewarm takes with conanssummerchild time ‼️

in solaricks when rick goes back to dimension C-137 he seems just about ready to start at least trying to move on from hunting prime, he admits that he can't find him and even goes on to tell "diane" about their grandkids

yet this is him less than a season later

so, what changed?

well, this, obviously:

not to mention how traumatic that episode must've been for rick in general, having to revisit his past like that, the diane ghost ai. well, rick makes it pretty clear he's not exactly thrilled to be alive

so think it's pretty safe to assume that this was the first step to the rick prime relapse, especially since we know he went back and managed to snag a killbot

one could also argue that rick wasn't ever really over it, so it took very little to push him back, and while i don't think he was over it either, he did seem to start to want to be, morty saying this:

was all it took for him to step away from the base, though it's likely he returned in another moment, but still, that could've been later on

okay, anyway, into the actual point of this post, i think rick took small steps into falling back into finding prime, because even when he seemed to want to be bettering himself things kept going wrong, so eventually he decided, what was the point?

this is how i see it:

obviously preceding solaricks we have rickternal friendshine of the spotless mort, which i'm not gonna go into too much detail on rn despite it being one of my fav lore episodes bcs i wanna look at post-solaricks (but for pre-solaricks rickmurai jack is also worth mentioning due to him having to revisit his backstory with the citadel which is very closely linked to his time looking for prime/killing ricks) but go ahead and check out this post by dirty-bear-rick-sanchez for the best explanation i've seen on it and its effect on rick

anyway, so just 2 episodes after solaricks we have bethic twinstinct, and i've gone into this in a past post how this might have taken him back to his past so i'm just gonna copy paste it from my other post (summarised) bcs im lazy:

a lot of ppl theorise rick and prime knew eachother before he offered him the portal gun so if thats true what if beth and space beth reminded him of them and how he was (hypothetically) cheating on diane and then lost her forever at the hands of the man he was having an affair with and also lost his beth

which is why rick said "remember, its not just your ice cream you're forgetting, it's your family's" or smth. because he forgot his familys ice cream too much, and all that happened

also look at all the similarities between prime and SB's outfits

then 5 episodes after that we have analyse piss, where we see that rick relates to pissmaster, sympathises with him

i will never not reccomend this fic by abed-with-a-knife about how rick was taken back to his own struggles with suicide and such, but it's not only that, so many features of pissmaster's experience are things rick can relate to, his rocky relationship with his daughter, everyone hating him, i think in general it's pretty clear that this episode was made to link rick and pissmaster

anyway, the next episode after analyse piss is immediately a rick in king mortur's mort, and this is quite clearly rick's breaking point, obviously we know this is when he replaces himself with rickbot, following this scene:

rick tells morty not to take the sword and morty doesn't listen

morty says rick's boring and calls him a "drunk cranky fuck" which does seem to bother rick

despite him shitting on a similar insult in the previous episode

in ricktional mortpoons rickmas mortcation, the following episode, he says the reason he replaced himself was because of this, because he feels like morty doesn't respect him any more, and that:

so first the show wears away at his friendships and his past trauma and self hatred with rfotsm, rickmurai jack goes even further into his past, his relation with the citadel, his "crybaby backstory", etc.

then solaricks forces him to confront his past, specifically his relationship with diane and accept his future and his new family, while giving him a small clue to prime.

then bethic twinstinct, provided he and prime really did know eachother previously (which im a little on the fence on if i'm honest), reminds him of his guilt for diane and little beth dying and how he feels responsible for it by mirroring the situation with older beth and the "edgier" version of herself. after that, analyse piss continues to dig into his current relationship with a beth that isn't his own, and takes a shot at his suicidal tendancies and how he feels like "god hates him" or the universe is against him or whatever.

and lastly akikmm takes all of that that rick is already carrying on his shoulders and adds morty not respecting him or caring about him to it, and it clearly cause rick to finally snap. if all of this was building and the only thing keeping rick afloat was his codependant relationship with morty (as seen in solaricks when morty gets him to not go after prime just by showing his care) then morty (by no fault of his own) seeming to dismiss rick must make him think "what's the point anymore?" if no one cares about him, then he might as well complete his life-long revenge plot, even if it destroys him again

because no one cares about him, right? (dramatic old fuck, get him psycological help)

anyway it's almost 2am so my thoughts aren't as coherent as i would like and i'm too lazy to read over this post and check if everything is right and good

most of what i've said in this post is probably pretty obvious, i just wanted to lay it out neatly with images and everything (im so classy ik /j) it accidentally came out a LOT longer than i intended. what can i say i just love yapping on about rnm

[snowblossomreads]

*goes feral reading this* that is all. is speechless bc this man would absolutely do those things and love every minute of it

Lighting Up the Christmas Tree (Interrogator x Reader, pt.3)

A/N: I am trying my best to not leave y’all in suspense too long even if the hubby says I should be as sadistic in the posting as the Interrogator is in this story. I’m blending 2 prompts as stated before. I’m blending “Strings and Lights” and “Under the Tree”. This one is definitely more smutty and BDSM forward. Disclaimer, not all BDSM involves penetrative sex. But don’t worry, I have plenty of fun for everyone. And we are dropping back in where we left off.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, Con/Non-Con if you squint, BDSM references, Dom/sub, Daddy/Little Girl (in name mostly), Electrical Play, Cunnilingus, Nipple and Clit Clamps, Figging.

If you are under the age of 18, look away there is nothing to see here to ruin your poor sweet minds with.

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I give her a moment to collect herself. I need her to fully understand the rules of the game. I watch as she closes her eyes to starts to take deep breaths. Her breathing begins to slow down. She is beginning to calm down and not shake as much.

Now I can proceed now that she is ready to listen.

“Very well, I will give you the rules of our game and how this will be played. If you are a good little girl, you will be rewarded will all your little Christmas wishes. However, if you misbehave and disobey me, I will be forced to punish you. Because you see, my sweet,” I say as I draw closer to whisper to her. ��They are watching me too. If I don’t punish you when you misbehave, they will give me worse treatment than they will give you. Now you want to be my sweet, good little girl, right?”

She slowly nods her head with a look of something like pity. I think she is scared of what they will do to me. Sometimes I am too but that is my problem and that reminds me that I am here for a job. Pleasure is just the extra bonus.

“Right then,” I said. “Let’s get into what is expected and what will happen based on your choices. First off, do you want to use colors or do you have a safe word?”

“Colors would work better, I think,” she said.

“Alright, tell me what the colors mean so we are on the same page.”

“Green, I’m okay; yellow, slow down hitting a hard limit; red, hard limit, stop now,” She said softly, looking at the ground.

I come over and lift her head up by her chin. I look deep in her eyes to see how she is doing. She looks slightly scared but mostly embarrassed and unsure.

“I promise I will take care you as much as you allow me to,” I said. “You have to allow me to care for you here and now, understand?”

She gave me a small smile and a small nod. That won’t do.

“First rule, I need spoken answers when you are able to do so. So, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Perfect answer, my sweet,” I answered with a smirk. “Now, I know the logistics of everything set up here and I will explain the setup to you. You are strapped to this wonderful cutout Christmas tree to be the shining star topper of it as well as to be the present for me. If you are a nice girl on Santa’s list, I will give you some extra presents. They will increase on degree of how good you are for me. However, if you a naughty girl, well, I will have to give you the equivalent of coal. I will have to punish you in varying degrees.

“To start off, if you are nice, I will give you kisses anywhere I deem you need them, and when I think they need to be given. However if you are naughty, I will have punish you. The starting punishment will be an enlightening experience. As you may have noticed, you are wrapped in Christmas lights. Well these are connected to these devices.”

I show her the nipple clamps and the clit clamp that are all brought together in a Y-shape with wires. She gives me a look of intrigue. I figured she has never seen them before. This is a product of my own invention. When I get some time off, I don’t have anything else to do most of the time so I make devices to test out on subjects or excuse me “clients” that my work gives me. Either they will work out great or be a dud. I am hoping this will fill the order of what I want.

“Now, when these are on, they are normal clamps that function normally. However, when I press this button, you will be decorating my tree with illumination with a side effect of a mild shock to your system. I can control how much of a shocking sensation that will be through this dial.” I showed through the sparks that come off the ends. Her eyes get wide and fear starts to fill them.

“Quite an ingenious little thing I must admit. Hopefully,I won’t have to demonstrate it because you will be my good, sweet girl,” I say as I walk closer to her and put my hand on her cheek to calm her nerves. She leans into my touch so trusting. Sweet little girl.

“Let me know that you understand the rules and that you are okay with them,” I said. “What color are you?”

“Green, Sir,” she said quickly.

“Good girl,” I said. “So nice for me. I think that earned you you first reward.” I pointed up above her head. She looked to where I pointed with a curious look.

“You said you wanted a kiss under the mistletoe,” I said with a small chuckle. “Wish granted, hope you enjoy your first present.” I lean in to kiss her on her pillow soft lips. It starts off nice and soft. I explore her tongue gently with mine. I so enjoy her sweet taste and I need more.

The kiss becomes more heated where I am almost devouring her. Teeth clacking with the ferocity of our movements. Bitting lips and teeth grazing tongues. It is as if I am trying to devour her soul through her mouth. It is so beautiful and sensual. I have my hands in her hair, holding on to my grasp of reality. She moans in my mouth from the intensity of our kiss. I move one hand to grasp that juicy peach of an ass and give it a full squeeze along with a quick slap. I get an even louder moan and a growl from that. She is truly enjoying herself. I finally have to pull away to breathe and give a little dark chuckle. She opens her eyes with a look of pure hunger.

“Wow…thank you, Sir, for your present,” she said, gasping for air. “I hope that you got a little something out of that as well, Sir.”

“You are very welcome, my sweet,” I said, gasping for air myself. “That was a very wonderful experience. You are such a polite little girl. And there is a part of me that would want to reward you again just being so. However, I have to ask my questions to make you truly earn it. You ready? Color?”

“Yes, Sir and green.”

“Good girl, my sweet. Now I will start with easy questions and work you in,” I said. I walked around her watching her body’s reactions, breathing patterns, looking at the state of her tided up limbs for circulation. Taking care of your toys is highly important. I have to make sure I keep her on the edge of sub space. She needs to still keep the questions answered till she breaks it all to me.

“First,” I said, “I will state certain information that we have and you confirm or deny if the information is true. Staring with your name is Y/F/N Y/L/N, you run a small online business through your home, correct?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You had a successful business for a few years,” I stated. “It flourished. Hit the charts for online businesses. You were even about to start having to buy a larger space to expand your business to be able to complete your demand for product, correct?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said proudly.

“Good, my sweet. You are doing so well. I think they may have earned you another present. Let’s see where you deserve it to be next,” I purr as I tread forward to choose my next location.

“These stars look so beautiful with these cutouts. I think they need to glisten more to truly give that Christmas spirit, don’t you?”, I ask lightly rubbing and pulling on her nipples.

“Yes, Sir,” she moans so pretty just for me. “I think that will make the top glow even brighter.”

“Now, now, I didn’t ask for an ass kisser, little girl,” I stated gruffly. “If I wanted that, I would have you a position to do that literally…not figuratively.”

She starred at me with shock. I chuckled at her expression, while smiling darkly.

“However, that may have to wait for another time,” I said more to myself. “Right now, my sweet, I am glad that you agree to my present. However next time, I prefer speaking to just answer, thanking, colors, and moans and screams, of course.”

I gave her no time for reaction as I dipped down after her delightful looking breasts. I heard her gasp and lowly moan. I trace the big golden stars with my tongue as I slowly tease down to where my true destination lies. I watch her skin turn to goose flesh before my eyes. I look up as I near my destination of her lovely nipples to see her looking right at me, breathing heavily out of her mouth. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

Oh, my beautiful little star, if you could just know how you look in pure desperation and desire. Your eyes,I think, will haunt my dreams for a while. Just pure, open, and totally adulterated, climactic feeling and emotion. To just be able to capture that look for all time, then people would understand the experience that I feel doing what I do.

I reach her beautiful nipples and kiss them reverently. She is so beautiful and has been so good, she deserves some worship of her person. She is being the perfect submissive. I shall always reward good behavior. I lick them to taste her skin here. I want to taste every variation of tastes she has on her glorious body. She moans so lovely and flips her head back in ecstasy.

“My sweet, eyes on me,” I whisper. “I want you watch how much enjoy your presents. Your face gives me every emotion you feel, my sweet. Let me experience them all.”

She drops her head back down to watch me suck her right nipple in my mouth to flick my tongue on the end. She screams in pleasure but keeps her eyes on me. I continue by moving to the other breast to give it the same treatment. I have to be equal and fair. Her sweet whimpers as I release her succulent nipple from my teeth, did such things to me.

“You are such a good girl,” I say as I come back up from her breasts. “You took your present so well. Keep being my good girl, my sweet, and you will get all the presents and no coal.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said gasping for air with a light flush on her cheeks.

“Tell me, did you almost cum from what I assume is a pretty cunt?”, I questioned her.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Has that ever happened from just stimulation of your breasts?”

“No, Sir. I would like to cum, please Sir,” she states.

“All in time,” I say. “And according to your choices. Let us continue.”

“I’ll do my best to obey, Sir,” she said desperately.

“Good girl,” I said. “Now, you have also been shown multiple pictures of occasions where dinner parties were held for contract deals and to keep the stakeholders happy. Would you say you know everyone at those parties that directly work with you?”

She looked at me curiously , “Yes, Sir?”

“Was that an answer or a question, little girl?,” I ask darkly with a raised brow.

“No, Sir,” she stated. “I’m just trying to follow the route you are going with the questions.”

“That is not your place to question my position in this discussion, little girl,” I growled. “I ask the questions and decide if you want to answer them correctly. That deemed the first punishment for daring to question me. That is not your role here. Do you understand, little girl?”

“But that isn’t fair, I just want to be able please you with the right answer,” she wined.

“Yet again,” I growled lowly. “if I wanted an ass kissing, I would have you do it with that pretty mouth and delectable tongue. Not with pretty vain words!” I go to her and grab her by her hair and pull hard.

She will obey! Even if I have to show her what a fiery attitude will get her.

“Now you have added another level to your punishment for your lip,” I snarled. “Do you understand now, little girl? You will obey me here. You have no choices here except whether you receive pain or pleasure by my hand.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said softly. “I’m sorry I overstepped my authority.”

I looked at her with her head down in her submissive manner. She is doing well just keeps making small errors that I don’t tolerate on what I’m understanding of her caliber of obeying. She can do better, I just have to push her correctly. Precision placement of the correct re enforcement of behavior. I have just the thing for that fiery attitude that comes out sometimes. I don’t deal with brats!

“I thank you for apologizing and realizing the error in understanding your place,” I said while stroking her cheek. “However I must punish you to enforce good behavior. You understand, my sweet?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said with tears in her eyes.

“I know you hate to disappoint me. This will enforce that you keep your mind on the moment and let me have control of the moment. You have no power here except when it is beyond your threshold. You control how far I go, not my direction.”

I stepped away to grab the clamps and another item from my bag. I calmed my mind from her tears. They are the tears of release of her authority here. They are the tears of the beginnings of true trust. I will bring her to a place where she will trust me to give the answers I need. She will trust me that what I say will happen once she answers correctly will happen and all will be well. The contract said so and in this space, I say so. In this place, my word is law.

“Now,” I say as I walk back toward her. “I will punish you for not showing proper discipline of your mind but I will reward you afterwards for apologizing so long as after punishment is done, you can say you truly understand why you were punished. I am also including another aspect to your punishment. Something to curve that fiery tongue.”

I show her a piece of ginger root that had carved in the shape of a small plug. She gave a look of not understanding.

“You see, I am of the mind to fight fire with fire in some ways and I think for us, this will be the best way to it,” I announced to her. “I am going to introduce you to my favorite pudding. And no, it is not Figgy pudding. More of Figging Pudding. I’m going to put this is your juicy ass and just let it sit there while you are being enlightened of your past transgressions. This will give you much to think on. Do you understand me, little girl? What color are we?”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, with confidence. “I understand and green.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Let’s begin.”

I walked to her side came level to her ass. I spread her cheeks wide to see her little rosebud. It twitched and winked at me. I took the root and inserted the tip in and left the carved base on the outside. She whimpered in pain. I knew this would giver her a little spiciness to her Christmas dream.

Sometimes even the best girls need a little figging sometimes. She will either learn from it or learn to love it.

I stood back up and came back around the front. I brought my fingers to her nipples and pinched them hard to pull them. I need them very hard for these clamps to hold. She gasps and moans. I slap her nipples to make them perk up some more. Then I place the clamps on each nipple. I grab the bottom clamp of the Y-shape and glide my hand down her soft tummy to the open crotch of her knickers. I feel how soaked she was. If she was wearing normal knickers, they would be stuck to her with how soaked she is.

“I’m taking someone has been highly enjoying her presents,” I said with a deep chuckle. I her her whimper and it made me smile even wider. I rubbed and pulled on her clit to attach the clamp. She gasped and moaned as I touched her. I got the clamp on, plugged the wires to the lights, and stepped back to get ready for the show.

“Let the show begin,” I said. I took the remote and turned on the clamps. The cutout tree lit up in wonderful, Christmas glory. The lights wrapped around her accentuated her beautiful curves and almost turned my Christmas star into an angel of ecstasy. She groaned out in a glorious chorus that sounded like how I imagined the angels to sound. She was beautiful in her decorative light. This was better than I hoped this would look and it was just waiting for the right person to show me its glory. I don’t think that I can ever use this scene again because it will never be better than this.

“You are ascending into my glorious angel, my sweet,” I tell her. “I think you can take more of that charge to truly bring in the heavenly chorus.” I turned the dial up and watched her head pitch back and the most heavenly moaning scream I have ever heard filled the room. I have never experienced something so glorious. I don’t know what this intense feeling that I feel but it is surrounded around her body, her eyes, her emotions. It is just surrounded by her. I let her feel that illuminating experience engulf her for a while longer and then release her. She goes limp in her restraints with slight twitching in her limbs. I walk up to her to check on her. I lift her chin to look into her eyes. Her pupils are blown out with a look of pure want.

So, she truly enjoyed herself. You are so special, my sweet. If I could just keep you here forever, oh the fun we would have. But unfortunately this is work. Oh, if we could have met other ways, I would make you mine, my beautiful sweet girl.

“You did so well, my sweet,” I praised her. “Before you tell me anything else, what color?”

“Green,” she panted. She was covered in a thin layer of sweat that made her look like she was a glittering angel.

“Sir,” she started, “I want to apologize again for my behavior before and not staying in my role. I am sincerely sorry and will do as you wish from now on.”

“Good girl,” I said. “Thank you for your apology and for understanding your place. You are making mark improvements on the small issues I saw with your behavior. Now I will remove these clamps and your little fiery friend in the back, unless you have come to like him?

“Please sir take them off and that out,” she said quickly.

I chuckled. “Some little girls don’t like their first figging very much. However, I have had some that come to crave it after they experience it, even if they hate it. So keep that in mind, little girl and remember that it always an option if you want him back.”

“Yes, Sir. Thank you for giving me options.”

I took off the clamps and took out the ginger. “Such a polite tone, I said. “I think I will move this to a more appropriate place.”

I pluck the mistletoe from above her head and move it to ledge of her seat. She looked at me very confused. I gave her a roguish smile.

“I have to move it to its appropriate place to kiss another set of lips,” I purred. She gasped as I kissed her tummy, tracing patterns with my tongue down to her juicy cunt. I get in my knees, under the tree, to come face to face with her cunt through the hole in her seat. It is so soaked and juicy. I think the seat will be forever soaked in her juices. The smell is intoxicating and I can’t wait to taste it. I pull her by her hips to bring her ass to kiss the seat. She seethes at the pain that this probably causing her wrists and shoulders but makes no other complaints as I French kiss her juicy peach.

I lick from ass to clit tasting the entire variety of her flavors. She is so sweet and earthy. Like the sweetest honey with tangy bite of ginger. This Christmas ambrosia is the best and I will stay her till she gives me it all. She moans so loudly and squirms trying to hump my face through the seat. I moan into her cunt as I tongue her core, fucking her with my tongue. She screams in ecstasy begging for more. I hear her call me Sir through the stuttered cries and pleading. I give her more, just as she asked.

I move up to her clit and suck on the hood as I tongue her clit. I hear I high pitch squeal followed by the feeling of her legs shake. I take two of my fingers and soak them in juices before I insert them into her cunt. I listen to her moans getting louder and louder as I fuck her cunt with fingers and suck her clit.

“Sir!”, she cries. “I need to cum. Please let me cum.”

“Yes, I feel you with my fingers,” I said as I pulled away to speak. “This is your present, I want to cum all over my hand and face! Drown me in your essence!”

I go back to her clit and I heard her moans coming louder and turning to screams of pleasure.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming…Ooohhh…DADDY!”, she moaned.

She squeezed my fingers with her cunt and squirted all over my hand. I moved my mouth down to catch as much of that sticky sweet honey as I possibly could. Her taste is so addictive. I do my best to lick her clean. I hear her start to whimper when I start to overstimulate her. I back up from her and stand back up with her juices still on my face. I bring my hand to her lips for her to taste her heavenly ambrosia.

“Thank you, Sir,” she says as she cleans my hand of the offering I gave her. She had a look of complete satisfaction in her eyes as I leaned in to give her an even better taste.

The taste of her tongue with her cunt was magnificent. I could drink from her and worship her forever just to have this moment last. I released her to begin the next part of my questioning when she opened her mouth to interrupt me.

“I’m sorry Daddy, I mean Sir but I need to say something.” She looked at me in full awareness as she continued. “I want to sign that paper. I trust what you say. I will give you names if everyone I worked with, if that may help you. I may not have actually known I did anything or I may have been put as a head to be the scapegoat. I will give their names and then as you said I will be released. I have a condition that I need you to promise me.”

I looked deep in her eyes and asked, “And would that promise be, my sweet.”

“That when we walk out of those doors, I will never have to be without you again,” she cried. “I can’t be with anyone else but you. You have ruined me for anyone else and I have to be with you always. And if never can, there will be no one else so that the memories of now can always stay under my skin.”

I never thought that my thoughts would be reciprocated. She is my ultimate fantasy. Oh the things we will share and sadistic challenges we can create for each other. I finally found the one to make me whole and I shall never be alone again.

I walk up to her an kiss her forehead softly and sweetly. I unchain her and rub her muscles as I go to relieve the ache I know she has through the seethe she gives. I walk her over to the table and give her a pen out of my briefcase. I was about to tell her word for word what it said but she just signed and wrote five names. She put the pen down and gave me a look that stated, ‘I trust you.’

I put the handcuffs back on her loosely and my coat over her shoulders. We still have to hold her till we can check those names. I will make sure that is expedited. I put her blindfold back on and say, “After you, my pet.”

We walk out together and we will be together always.

A/N: Thank you everyone who read and encouraged me on my first writing. This was much longer than expected and has been a very unexpected journey for me. I loved every minute of it and realized that I not so bad at this writing thing. Hopefully this will give everyone the ending they were looking for. I may write him again someday. Happy New Year to all!

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