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i saw a guy kissing santa claus! ╎ jake kim

ᯓ★ summary: being santa claus is the biggest big girl job there is.

ᯓ★ details: fluff, established relationship, f! reader, spoiler free.

ᯓ★ wc: 1.8k

ᯓ★ A/N: erm...it'll make more sense as you read. but my second fic! yippee! heard the song while i was shopping and the idea just came to me lol. merry chrithmus <3

divider: @strangergraphics header image: Madokka on pinterest

"you promised you wouldn't laugh!"

jake is laughing anyway. not a quiet chuckle either — full on can’t-catch-his-breath laughter, covering his mouth so you can't see the extent of it. “sorry, sorry. it’s just…i thought you were joking when you told me. you actually went through with it?”

the suit didn’t fit. of course it wouldn't fit. it's designed with a jolly old man in mind, not…you. the coat has you swimming in fabric. the pants were two sizes too big, and the large belt barely cinched your waist. then there was the beard — a fluffy contraption that tickled your chin and smelled faintly of whatever cheap detergent the mall used to sanitise it. definitely a look.

you cross your arms, the red velvet sleeves swishing dramatically. "i was dead serious, jake. but i didn't think i'd actually get it!"

he exhales, trying to compose himself. "i can see that. so…santa claus? really?"

"the one and only!" you tug on the beard's elastic strap in an attempt to make it more comfortable, but it snaps back with a vengeance.

"so, they didn’t think it was weird that you’re…y’know…not an old guy with a beer belly?"

"don't say that! that's not what christmas is about!"

"…what does that even mean?"

“it means…” you plop down next to him and take off the beard. “only a person who truly embodies the joy of christmas could be santa this year. and according to the manager, that’s me" you huff, slightly delighted with yourself.

jake gives you a skeptical look. “you? the joy of christmas?”

"i have loads of christmas joy!" you try your best to look offended. "the manager said enthusiasm is more important than looks. um, or maybe he's just a creep. i dunno. anyway, the pay is fucking amazing, so i didn't question it!"

"right" he nods solemnly. "that’s exactly the kind of logic santa would have"

he earns a smack from the santa beard. "whatever!" your expression shifts into something more sincere. "it just sucks, because i can't see you much for the next few weeks"

“…you don’t want your boyfriend visiting you at work? that's cold” he feigns disappointment.

"are you crazy? of course not! this isn't an office job…it's embarrassing" you take off the hat, tossing it on the table. "and you're a busy guy too! so don't even think about swinging by"

what a bizarre situation. he can't hide his amusement, but still decides to surrender. "okay, okay. i'll stay out of your winter wonderland"

you take his hand and squeeze it apologetically. "thanks, jake. just for a few weeks"

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as he descends the elevator in your apartment building, he whips out his phone, a smile tugging on his lips. he picks up instantly.

"jerry?"

"yes, boss?"

"do we have much on the schedule tomorrow?"

"no, boss"

"alright. thanks, jerry"

"you're welcome, boss"

the mall is a bustling snow globe come to life. string lights twinkle like they’re winking at you, and wreaths hang on every surface. oversized ornaments dangle from the ceiling and in the distance, a giant christmas tree is bursting with red, green, and glitter.

the main event is, of course, the santa station. a giant throne surrounded by candy canes and a line of impatient kids. it stretches longer than you expected, and parents are eyeing you like you’re the reason holiday shopping is ruining their lives.

you shuffle in your boots, shifting your itchy red pants for the millionth time. too late to back out now. you plaster on your best smile and remind yourself that the paycheck is worth it. probably.

dressed in an elf costume, reluctantly it seems, a colleague sighs, casting a weary glance at the children. he unhooks the red rope. “alright folks, one at a time, please. santas ready for you” he muttered, as he waved them through.

"hohoho! merry christmas everyone! santas caught a cold this year, so he may sound a little different!" it's the best santa voice you can manage. alright kids, do your worst.

the first boy bounces onto your lap. “what do you want for christmas, kiddo?” “a new gaming console, please! the one with the ultra HD graphics!” he says, eyes sparkling with excitement. you nod wisely, stroking your beard. “a solid choice. santa’s got your back — unless the elves get stuck in a multiplayer match.” "r-really? tell them to hurry!”

the next child hesitates before climbing up, clutching a sparkly notebook. “and you? what’s your christmas wish?” “i want an electric guitar!” she says confidently. “and lessons, so i can be a rock star!” “love it” you tip your hat. “we’ll have you practicing in no time. don’t forget to thank your parents.” she grins. “i won’t!”

one kid runs up, practically throwing himself onto you. “what can santa do for you?” you ask, smiling. “i want daddy to come home again!” you blink. oh boy. “that’s…a really nice wish!” you say, patting his shoulder. “i’ll do my best!”

his mom hurries over, her face beet red. “timmy! what did i say about that?”

“but santa can fix it!” he insists, beaming up at you. you wave weakly as she drags him off, muttering “we’ll talk about this later.”

there's only so many hohoho's you can manage before you start to tire. but every now and then, a child would hug you so sincerely that you felt like you were truly santa claus. motivation to keep you going.

until finally. "okay kids, that's all the time santa has for today! he'll be here at the same time tomorrow!" a line of children start crying. your elf-dressed colleague hooks the rope back again, before hastily walking off.

could you manage this for the next few weeks? you slump back on the throne in contemplation before something catches your eye. blue tracksuit. you sit up suddenly, eyes scanning the crowd to see if you're right.

sure enough, there he was. with that stupid lop-sided grin. jake just stands there, arms crossed, looking like he’s about to start laughing any second. you glare at him, but he doesn’t flinch. if anything, his grin widens.

whatever. you try to play it cool, leaning back into the throne. just ignore him you tell yourself. he’ll get bored and leave.

but then he does the unthinkable. he raises his hand and waves - big, dramatic, and impossible to miss. a kid tugs on his dad’s sleeve. “is that santa’s friend?”

“oh, look at that! santa needs to check the naughty list real quick!” you push yourself off the chair with a forced chuckle as you scurry away. your attempt at casual speed walking is anything but that, and the kids confirm it for you. one kid pipes up. “santa walks really fast!” another adds “he looks kinda mad”

"hohoho! what’s this? a surprise visitor from the north pole?" you say, speeding up until you’re right in front of him. you jab a finger at his chest. "did those silly elves send you here early? they’re always causing mischief!"

"yeah, they’re the worst. real troublemakers" jake peers at you in all your bearded glory, as he stifles a laugh. "you should see what they did to my uh…sleigh"

"unbelievable!" you boom, grabbing him by the arm and guiding him away. "let’s take this up with mrs. claus, shall we?" the parents watch the two of you with furrowed brows, and you hear one whisper “did santa just kidnap that guy?”

you practically shove him into the break room, your cheeks burning under the beard. "what the hell jake?! i told you not to come! don't you have a street to look after?"

he waves a hand dismissively. "they can manage without me for a few hours. jerry has everything under control. are you saying you don't trust jerry?"

"what? no! but i told you not to come! it's humiliating if you see me like this!" you splutter.

jake shrugs. "i've seen worse. remember the time lineman tried to wear a tie? he looked like he was being choked out."

you blink, caught off guard. "that's not the same thing!"

"sure it is" he says, leaning against the wall. "besides, you’re bringing joy to the children of the world!"

your eyes narrow. "jake, be serious."

"i am!" he protests, gesturing to your outfit. "i mean sure, the beard’s a little…fluffy, but it suits you. adds character."

you tug self-consciously at the itchy material. "i swear-"

"hey…" he cuts you off, his voice softer now. "i’m just here to keep you company. nothing humiliating about that. you really want me to go?"

"of course not, it's just…" you frown. "i feel like i'm not doing a good job at this. i dunno"

jake gently takes your hand, pulling you towards him. "you’re doing fine. trust me. the kids love it. you’re the best santa they’ll get this year."

"but i don't even look like santa…" you mumble.

he smiles, adjusting your hat into place. “so what? they can't even tell. you're just that good”

“oh” you grin sheepishly. “really?”

“yes, really” he laughs. you love his laugh.

“so stop worrying. speaking of which...” he leans in just slightly, his voice dropping to a murmur. “santa, can i get an early christmas gift?”

you scrunch your nose in disgust. “jake. that's so corny”

still, the pink on your cheeks betray you. for once, you were grateful for the beard.

“yeah” he admits, gazing at you with adoration, santa suit and all. “but you like it.”

you roll your eyes as he leans in to kiss you. the beard tickles your chin, and you’re pretty sure it tickles his too, judging by the way he pauses and laughs against your lips. it's soft and sweet. practically magical.

well. it would have been magical, if not for the tiny squeak that echoes in your ear.

“mommy, look!” a little voice shouts. “who’s that guy? why is he kissing santa?”

you both dart your heads, panic setting in as you see a little boy pointing at the two of you. the door you forgot to close fully creaks a bit wider as his mother tugs him away.

“hush! don't point! it's rude! let’s not interrupt santa while she’s — i mean, he’s, uh…working!” she says quickly, shooting you and jake an apologetic smile before hurrying off.

you stare after them in mortification before glancing back to him. “i can't believe it. did i just traumatise a child?”

jake just bursts into laughter, shaking his head. “i can. never mind, you’re seriously the worst santa ever”

“yeah? maybe next time you can wear the beard” you shoot back, smoothing out any creases in the suit.

“deal” his smile grows wider as he drapes an arm over your shoulder. “but don’t blame me when the north pole gets a new leader after i outshine you”

you can’t help your own smile from forming. “merry christmas to you too”

A/N: typing 'mall' pained me deeply, but it seemed like the best choice of words. i am not american (-.-)

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1: Santa Claus

Claustrophobia

Forced Celebration

Panic Attack

Comfort: Secret Santa Exchange

2: Krampus

Sensory Overload

Temptation

Whipping

Comfort: Decorating Cookies

3: George Bailey

"We've lost everything we have."

Disowned

Drowning

Comfort: Christmas Market

4: The Grinch

Sedatives

Blackmail

Yandere Whumper

Comfort: Ugly Sweater Party

5: Ebenezer Scrooge

Power Outage

Time Loop

Overworked Whumpee

Comfort: Snuggling by the Fire

6: Jack Frost

Post-apocalyptic Winter

Amnesia

Comfort turned to Fear

Comfort: Snowball Fight

7: Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer

Inhuman Whumpee

Exile

Self-sacrifice

Comfort: You’re Not Alone

8: John Mclane

Held Hostage

Russian Roulette

Forced to Watch

Comfort: Rescue

9: Jólakötturinn

Feral Whumpee

Left Behind

Collared

Comfort: Wiping the Other’s Tears Away

10: Tio de Nadal

Conditioning

Left to Die

Final Countdown

Comfort: Holiday Traditions

11: The Yule Goat

Branding

Stitches

Public Whump

Comfort: Trimming the Tree

12: Elf on the Shelf

Trapped

Bedside Vigil

Used as bait

Comfort: Mistletoe (or avoiding it)

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12 days of smutmas ✼ ｡ﾟ ･ྀི𓈒 ݁ by lazyjellyfish300

✼ a holly jolly place for all my winter and holiday themed, smutty fics I write this year

✼ featuring: kento nanami, shiu kong, miguel o'hara, peter b. parker and atsuya kusakabe

header by @/saradika-graphics

❄️day one: santa claus!nanami headcanons

❄️day two: hallmark inspired fic with christmas tree farmer! miguel o'hara

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Reader giving santa ari a treat after hes stressed heheh he gets a bj with reader in lingerie . Little do they know thoes sneaky elves are watching the two

🎄christmas masterlist🎄

hello, thank you for sending this in, I apologise for taking so long to complete it, and I hope you like what I wrote.

summary - your husband has been working too hard, stressing himself out, and you decide to destress him by giving him some head.

warning - smut, oral sex, swearing, voyeurism.

18+ only please, the gif and headers I use aren't mine.

You walk into Ari’s office wearing nothing but a lacey black nightie and pout as you notice how stressed he seems. Bags linger under his eyes, his usually neatly kept hair all messed up from him running his fingers through it every five seconds. You slowly make your way over, standing behind him and massaging his broad shoulders. He leans back at your gentle touch. “Honey, you’ve been working so hard. Why don’t you come back to bed?” 

Ari shakes his head, letting out a sigh. “I can’t, my love. I wish I could, but this really needs to be done. Something went wrong, and now the naughty or nice list won’t work. How am I supposed to know who gets presents now? Hmm? I bet it was those darn elves. They always mess around in here during their breaks. I lock the door, but no. Somehow they manage to get in still and screw things up.” He rubs his face hard, the stress catching up to him. “Maybe, I should just get rid of them?”

You hum, moving around to the front of him and kneeling. “You don’t mean that. You love them even if they do cause you stress. You wouldn’t know what to do without them.” You rub your hands up and down his thick thighs, smiling when you see the bulge forming beneath his pyjama pants, his cock twitching as he peers down at you and takes in your clothes that hug your form. “Why don’t you let me take the stress away? Just for tonight.” You smile up at your husband, batting your eyelashes innocently.

Ari sighs, nodding and leaning back into his chair. “Okay.” He strokes your cheeks, smiling down at you softly, blinking his tired eyes. You grin, eyes landing on his thick bulge, sliding your hands slowly up his thighs and landing on it, beginning to rub and cup it gently. “My love, don’t tease. Please.”

“Anything for you, Mr Claus.” You hook your fingers into his waistband and gently pull the tightened cloth down, whimpering when your eyes land on his hardened member, licking your lips as you watch his angry tip leak with his delicious pre-cum. “You’re so hard already, and I bet you’ve been neglecting yourself too.” You pout up at Ari as he opens his mouth to answer you. You lean forward and swirl your tongue around his tip before wrapping your lips around it and sucking. 

“Oh, shit!” Ari’s head falls back into the chair, gripping your head gently as you bob it up and down his thick length, taking him deep into your throat. Your eyes watch him as you continue to suck his soul out, swirling and flicking your tongue around and underneath his tip, sucking him harder and faster to the point you begin to drool from the sides of your mouth, covering him. “Feels so good, ah!” 

You moan around him, your eyes rolling back as his pre-cum lands on your tongue. The two of you are so lost in pleasure that you don’t notice the elves peeking from behind the desk, watching with wide eyes as you swallow their boss's cock. Your hands move up, massaging Ari’s heavy sacks, tugging them gently and gagging as his hips thrust forward, causing him to go deeper down your throat.

“F–fuck, sweetheart. I’m close!” Your movements pick up, your head bobbing faster as you want to taste his sweet cum. Your eyes lock with his, and you suck even harder than before. Your hips move as you hump the air, giving the elves the best view. “Ahh! Fuck, I’m cumming!” Ari grunts, gripping the back of your head and pushing you further down until you are buried in his greying bush. His eyes roll backwards as you swallow him. His balls tighten, legs beginning to shake as thick amounts of cum spurt out of his mushroom tip, coating your throat. “Crap…” His eyes blink open, and his cock twitches as he watches you swallow every last drop, your tongue moving like magic as you clean him up. Ari pulls you up and places you onto his lap, pressing a heavy kiss to your lips, not caring if he tastes himself. “You’re the best fucking wife a man could ask for. You know that?”

You smile, running your fingers through his beard as you stare into his eyes. “I’m guessing you’re feeling a lot better?” 

Ari nods, “so much. Thank you, my love. Now, I think it’s my turn to return the favour.” You squeal as he lies you onto his desk, grinning down at you. 

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instead of : "i saw mommy kissing santa claus" it's actually just: "i saw unnie kissing santa claus"

just reader kissing santa bada during christmas eve like them 2 and the girls just saw that secretly not even recognizing bada 😭 like the girls were actually trying to see if santa was there but their reactions were something-

this is sooo cute!!🎄

"ouch, watch where you're walking!" cheche nudges kyma.

"i can't see anything!" kyma whisper-shouts back loudly.

"shh!" lusher quiets down the other bebe girls, holding a finger up to her mouth.

it's a cold, starry night on december the 24th—the clock is minutes away from striking twelve in the morning, and beginning the christmas festivities. the bebe girls--or more accurately, lusher as the spear header--gathered together with the expressed interest of "catching santa"...

"why are we even up this late?" hyo groans. "we're not going to see anything, y'know. santa's not real--"

"shhh!!" lusher exclaims loudly, placing her hands over soweon's ears. "there are children around--"

''oh come on, we're all adults here--" cheche argues back before she's cut off.

"guys." tatter mumbles, grabbing the girls' attention, and halting their bickering.

"what?" all the girls say in unison.

tatter motions for them to come closer and peek their head around the corner of the wall. they girls clamber over, each of them taking various positions against the wall before looking ahead.

the living room is dark--only barely lit by the beige, flickering string lights hung on the christmas tree. but, even with the sparse ligthting, the girls are able to make out two figures.

one is wearing a delicate and beautiful red and white velvety christmas dress. it's you. you're smiling widely, putting gifts under the christmas tree.

the other figure is tall, and is also wearing red and white clothing, although their's isn't a dress, it's a suit. a santa claus suit.

"santa." lusher breathes, her eyes going wide and sparkling.

in the living room, you stand up. "i think that's the last of them." you then turn back to face santa, your smile never fading. "what do you think, santa? are those enough presents for the girls?"

santa opens their mouth, about to respond when they catch something dangling just above them. they look up, prompting you to do so as well.

there, dangling from some decorated lights is a mistletoe.

"oh, how'd that get there?" you wonder aloud, voice full of cheer. "well, we are standing under it..."

santa wraps their arms around your waist, bringing you closer until you're chest to chest. they lean in, about to place a kiss against your lips--

"unnie's about to kiss santa!" lusher gasps.

"we have to stop them--bada's going to kill santa if she finds out!" soweon shakes her head worriedly.

"unnie, stop!!" lusher and the rest of the girls shout, running out of their hiding place.

you jump at their voices, your hand slapping over your chest in pure shock. santa also parts from you, surprised, but still keeps you close to their side. now facing the girls, santa's face is illuminated, revealing--

"boss?!" all the girls exclaim in surprise.

bada stands before the girls, dressed in a santa claus suit, looking anything but jolly. "yah, what are you all doing up?"

"we came to catch santa..." soweon trails off, glancing between you and bada. "what are you doing up, unnie?"

"we were putting your presents under the tree." you answer, moving to huddle into bada's warm side.

"why just now?" hyo asks.

"because if we’d put them out any sooner, you all would have tried to open them before christmas." bada says, deadpanning.

"that's not true--" lusher tries to argue, but even the other bebe girls give her a "really?" look. "okay, maybe we would have--"

"go to bed, won't you?" bada cuts her off. "we were in the middle of something." she gestures between you and her, which makes you bashful.

"sorry, boss." hyo starts to push the girls away from you and your wife, an apologetic grimace on her face. "we'll go back to our rooms. pretend like we were never here."

"i'm so glad that wasn't santa." soweon says quietly. "i was worried unnie would cheat on bada."

the girls all glance at each other, deciding to not destroy the youngest bebe girl's hopes and dreams.

meanwhile, you can't help but laugh at what had just happened.

"oh, it's funny is it?" bada smirks, pulling you back into her chest.

"a little." you banter, twirling the pompom end of your wife's santa claus hat.

"well, i think you still owe me a kiss, don't you?" your wife smiles.

"yeah, i think i do." you nod, weaving your fingers between hers.

under the twinkling lights and a cherry-red christmas mistletoe, you and santa share a kiss.

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Day 22: Santa Claus

Pairing: Oliver Queen x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, and Lian being too sneaky for her own good.

A/N: Welcome to day 22! 3 Days until Christmas! This one was inspired by a scenario I came up with for my Marvel OC, and I wanted to bring the idea over here. Header by me, divider by @cafekitsune

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You watched from afar as the man of the hour came into the party. For the last hour, kids of all ages were begging, pleading with their parents to see if they knew when the big man in red would come by.

While they were begging, you were upstairs helping Oliver into the suit.

You and Oliver were the hosts for the Annual Justice League Christmas Party this year, and it was an all-out event. Not only were the League members present, but so were their families.

Roy had even come with his daughter, Lian, who was especially excited to see Santa.

So when Oliver came into the room dressed as Santa, there was a soft gasp until he was quickly rushed by a bunch of children.

Diana helped you get a line set up, with the kids all ready and bouncing, excited to tell him what they wanted for Christmas.

One by one, each kid who lined up got their chance to sit with Santa and tell him what they wanted.

Oliver was a natural at it. He was goofy but stern and it warmed your heart to see him with the kids. It made you want to have one of your own.

Sure Roy saw you as a mother figure, but you weren't part of raising him. You and Oliver had only been married for a few years now, so maybe it was time.

Lian was the last one in line, and true to her spicy-self no nonsense attitude, she told Santa exactly what she wanted as Roy tried to coax his daughter into lowering her standards.

Once the kids were done, you helped Santa out of the room and headed towards the kitchen where he would get some cookies and then go back to the North Pole.

"You're so good with them," you smiled, leaning against the counter as you took a nibble of a cookie.

Oliver smiled, still clad in his Santa costume as he bit the head off a snowman cookie.

"Christmas is supposed to be special, what kind of host would I be if it wasn't?"

Setting your cookie down, you walked over and slid your arms around his waist. "Well, for what it's worth I think you're amazing, Santa." you teased.

"It got me thinking, what if we had one of our own?"

Oliver's eyes widened at you in surprise. "You're serious?"

You couldn't fight the giggles as you nodded.

"Then I say the second everyone leaves, we get to it baby." he grinned, pulling you into a kiss.

What neither of you noticed was a small girl watching from around the corner as you kissed Santa Claus. Quickly she ducked around the corner and took off running before her daddy noticed she was missing.

Lian only had one thing on her mind for the rest of the night, who was going to tell Oli you were kissing Santa Claus?

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[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

I made it home! I got snacks, drinks, Winter Falls playing, and I secured some goods to make Santa hats because there’s no good sleepover without a little arts and crafts.

That being said: would you rather… have your idols dress up as Santa for you, or wear some of that Santa lingerie yourself and see their reactions? (I‘m saying „your idols“ because I really only know and follow skz but you like to talk about others as well, so please talk about anyone you want)

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I'll just answer these together so you don't have to wait 85 years for me to respond lol.

Ohhhhh, I'm glad your Santa is coming along and that you're finally getting a chance to unwind! Unfortunately I don't have anything exciting for dinner. Just made a few sandwiches pretty much but, I hope the takeout you ordered slaps!

Funnily enough, one of my earliest fics on here is about Seungcheol (he's the guy in my header and my bias in Seventeen) being into his wife wearing a slutty Mrs. Claus outfit lol.

I want to say both become I really do like when people get dressed up and I enjoy getting dressed up but, that's not how would you rather works. If I had to pick, I'd want them to dress up for me. I think it would be fun and, I would be equal parts in hysterics and into it lmao. Especially thinking of my biases doing it, I think they'd be very embarrassed during the entire ordeal. Maybe get confident once they see I'm into it lol.

One year anniversary sleepover event!

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