#santa claus roleplay

[wcnderguards]

——🎄 it is our job to protect the children of the world . for as long as they believe in us , we will guard them with our lives . . .

[santaverse]

“Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. ”

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[the-superoriginal]

Because Christmas is just around the corner I wanted to remind you/get your attention that I have a Santa Claus rp blog that you all are free to spam.

@the-santa-claus

[corendisguise]

Santas secret

Chapter 1

Richard stood outside his house, the cold December air nipping at his cheeks. The driveway was empty, save for the faint glow of the porch light casting long shadows across the pavement. He checked his watch again, the digital display flashing 6:15 PM. Santa was late—not a good start to what was supposed to be a magical family evening. He had booked Jon through an agency, carefully choosing him based on the profile picture that showed a man in his mid-thirties, athletic build, with a smile that could melt even the frostiest of hearts. Richard had been looking forward to this all week. Handsome guys in Santa suits were always a turn-on for him, and he couldn’t wait to see how Jon would look in person. It wasn’t only about the family gathering; it was about indulging in a fantasy Richard had harbored for years. A sudden creak of metal broke his thoughts. He turned his head to see a figure rounding the corner on a bike. His heart leapt with anticipation—but then it sank. The man who dismounted wasn’t young or fit. He was old, at least sixty, with a long white beard that looked as natural as the wrinkles etched into his face. His red suit was very elaborate, with white fur in some places. “Jon?” Richard asked hesitantly, taking a step back as the man approached. The older man nodded, breathing heavily from the exertion of biking up the hill. “That’s me. You must be Richard. Sorry I’m late, but the roads are pretty icy tonight.” His voice was gruff, like gravel underfoot, and there was something almost charming about the way he chuckled, though it was tinged with exhaustion. Richard was very surprised about Johns appearance, but then Jon added, “Don’t worry, I’m still the guy you booked. Just… in disguise.” Richard blinked, confused. “Disguise?” Jon—or whoever he really was—smiled slyly, his blue eyes sparkling despite the fatigue. “Yeah,” he said, tapping his nose. “Face mask, fat suit, the works. It’s part of the job. Makes the whole Santa thing more believable, you know?” Richard stared, noting the faint rings around Jon’s eyes, the subtle imperfections in the mask that gave away its artificiality. There was something undeniably intriguing about the way Jon carried himself, the way his chest heaved as he caught his breath, the way his beard glinted under the porch light. Richard felt a stirring in his core, something hot and unbidden.

“Uh, right,” Richard stammered, trying to shake off the feeling. “Well, the sack of presents is in the garage. We should probably get that set up so we can start with the family soon.” Jon nodded, following Richard down the driveway and into the garage. The door slid shut behind them, muffling the sounds of laughter and chatter from inside the house. Inside, the air was chilly and smelled faintly of motor oil. Boxes were stacked haphazardly, and Richard quickly located the large burlap sack he had prepared earlier. “Alright, let’s go over the list,” Richard said, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. “There’s my mom, she’ll want the usual spiel about being good all year. My sister gets a little sassy, so maybe play up the jolly angle with her. Oh, and my nephew—he’s obsessed with trains, so…” As Richard spoke, he gestured toward the sack, only to trip over a little box on the concrete floor. His arms flailed wildly before he landed squarely on top of Jon, his body pressing against the soft expanse of the fat suit. For a moment, neither of them moved, the weight of the situation hanging thick in the air.

Richard looked up, meeting Jon’s gaze. The blue eyes beneath the mask were intense, almost commanding, and for a split second, Richard forgot where he was. Something about those eyes, he thought. Something primal and undeniable. Without thinking, he leaned in, brushing his lips against Jon’s. Jon didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed Richard back, his bearded mouth moving softly against his. The kiss was tentative at first, but quickly grew more insistent, more passionate. Richard’s fingers twitched, wanting to explore, to peel back the layers of this enigmatic man. His tongue darted out, tracing the edges of the mouth hole in the mask, tasting the faint rubbery musk of the material. It was oddly erotic, the sensation of kissing someone concealed, hidden. “Fuck,” Richard breathed, his heart pounding. He could feel himself hardening, the tension building between them. Jon’s hands moved to his waist, tugging at his belt. “You sure about this?” Jon murmured, his voice low and rough.

“Yes,” Richard replied without hesitation, already reaching for the buttons of his jeans. Jon’s hands worked faster, peeling away the fabric until Richard was naked, his cock straining against the cool air. Jon stepped back, his movements deliberate as he began to undress in return. First, the big warm jacket and then the red suit came off, revealing the padded fat suit beneath. Richard watched, mesmerized, as Jon unzipped it slowly, inch by inch. When the suit finally dropped to the floor, Jon stepped out of the legs of the fat suit, his skin glistening with sweat. The effort of biking and now this had left him drenched, his chest heaving as rivulets of moisture traced lines down his torso. Richard swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. Jon was lean, fit underneath the padding, his skin stretched taut over defined muscles. The contrast between the Santa disguise and his real self was jarring, yet somehow even more alluring.

“Like what you see?” Jon asked, his voice teasing. “God yes,” Richard admitted, stepping closer. Their bodies pressed together, heat radiating between them. Jon’s hands were rough, calloused, his touch sending shivers down Richard’s spine. “Tell me what you want,” Jon demanded, his voice commanding now. Richard didn’t hesitate. “I want you. All of you.” Jon smirked; his blue eyes gleaming. “Then take me.” Jon’s breathing was heavy, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Richard pressed into him. The workbench creaked under their weight, its surface cold against John’s back but igniting a fire in his blood. Richards’s hands gripped his hips, pulling him closer, the padded fat suit now discarded, leaving only the red socks and the mask on John. Richards licked with his tongue on Johns sweaty and musky hole to make it wet. Then Richard slowly enters John’s hole with his dig. He slowly pushed his cock all the way in and pulled it almost all the way out again. John moaned loudly under the mask and slowly twisted back and forth under Richard's slow, increasing thrusts. Slowly thrusting harder, his body adjusting to the rhythm, the heat of Jon’s skin radiating. Sweat dripped from the lower edge of Johns mask, rolling down his chest, pooling beneath the side of his body. The faint slickness of it was intoxicating, mingling with the musky scent of exertion. “You feel so good,” Richard groaned, his voice ragged. His fingers dug into Jon’s legs, feeling the tension there, the way Jon held himself steady even as Richard pushed deeper. Jon’s response was muffled by the mask, his words deep and full of desire. “Fuck me harder, Richard. I want to feel you.”

The command sent a jolt through Richard, spurring him on. He grasped the edges of the mask, slipping one hand under the edge feeling the dampness beneath, the way it clung to Jon’s skin. The urge to see what lay beneath grew overwhelming, a primal need to strip away the disguise, to claim the man behind the facade entirely. With every thrust, Richard felt himself nearing the edge. Jon’s body tightened around him, his moans growing louder, more desperate. Richard’s inserted his two hands deeper under the mask, feeling Johns real chin underneath, his fingers stretching out under the rubbery material. “I’m close,” Richard admitted, his voice breaking. “God, Jon… I need to see you.” Jon’s response came quickly, almost a growl. “Then pull it off. Claim me.” The challenge was enough. Richard clenched his teeth, his muscles straining as he pulled his hands hard aside inside the mask. There was a sucking sound, thick and wet, as the mask began to come free. The distorted features stretched, the eyeholes widening until they were empty. Slowly, the entire mask peeled away, revealing Jon’s face—his real face.

Richard’s breath caught in his throat. Jon’s features were striking, his jaw sharp, his lips full and parted slightly, his piercing blue eyes locked onto Richard’s. The contrast between the mask and his true appearance was staggering, a testament to the artistry of his disguise. “Beautiful,” Richard whispered, unable to tear his gaze away. Jon’s response was immediate, raw and unfiltered. “Do it, Richard. Come inside me.” The words and the empty mask dripping from sweat in his hand were a trigger, sending Richard over the edge. He spilled deep inside Jon, his release intense, his body convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. Jon followed shortly after, his own climax crashing through him as he shuddered, his seed spilling onto his stomach and onto Richard’s trembling form. For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The only sounds were their ragged breathing and the faint cracking of the workbench as their bodies settled. Richard rested his forehead against Jon’s, his hands cupping Jon’s face, the mask discarded on the workbench beside them.

“You’re incredible,” Richard murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. Jon smirked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “And yet, you still surprised me. I didn’t think you’d pull the mask off.” Richard chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling in sync with Jon’s. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re too much of an enigma. I needed to see the man behind the costume.” Jon’s response was low, almost a purr. “And now that you’ve seen me, what are you going to do about it?” The question hung in the air, heavy with possibilities. Richard’s mind raced, his body still humming with adrenaline and desire. He glanced down at the discarded mask, then back up at Jon’s face, his expression thoughtful. “What do you mean?” Richard asked, his tone cautious but intrigued. Jon leaned in, his lips brushing against Richard’s ear as he spoke. “I mean,” he whispered, “what happens next? You booked me for two hours and I don’t have anything to do afterwards. Are you satisfied, or do you want more?” Richard’s response was immediate, his voice firm. “There’s always more with you, Jon.”

Jon pulled back slightly, his smile widening. “Good answer.” Before Richard could respond, Jon moved again, this time claiming Richard’s mouth in a searing kiss. Their tongues tangled, hot and urgent, as if they were both trying to consume each other. Richard’s hands roamed Jon’s back, feeling the slick sheen of sweat, the ridges of muscle beneath. “Let’s take this somewhere else,” Jon suggested, his voice muffled by their kiss. “We can finish what we started without the risk of being interrupted.” Richard nodded, his heart pounding in anticipation. “come with me, Santa.” Jon chuckled, the sound dark and amused. “Oh, I intend to.”

With that, Jon stepped back, shedding the remaining pieces of his Santa suit. His naked body glistened in the dim light, his muscles defined, his skin flushed from their earlier exertions. He just wrapped himself in his Santa jacket and put on his boots. Richard watched, mesmerized, as he grabbed his pair of jeans and his shirt; the transformation from Santa to Jon was extreme. “Your turn,” Jon said, his voice teasing as he gestured to Richard’s still-naked form. Richard obeyed, quickly dressing, his movements hurried, eager to continue where they left off. Once they were both clothed, Jon grabbed Richard’s hand, leading him out of the garage and toward the house. “Where are we going?” Richard asked, his curiosity piqued. Jon’s response was cryptic, his tone playful. “You’ll see. Trust me.”

As they stepped into the house, the noise of family conversations filtered through the air, a stark contrast to the intimacy they had just shared. But Richard barely noticed. His focus was entirely on Jon, on the promise of what was to come. They slipped upstairs, their footsteps soft against the carpeted floors. Jon led him to a room at the end of the hallway, pushing open the door and stepping inside. Richard followed, his breath hitching as he took in the sight before him. The room was dimly lit, the curtains drawn, and the air smelled faintly of cedarwood and musk. A large bed dominated the space, its covers rumpled, inviting. “This is your bedroom?” John asked, his voice hushed. Richard nodded, his eyes gleaming. “It’s perfect for what I have in mind.”

Before Richard could ask what that was, Jon closed the distance between them, pressing him back against the wall. Their lips met again, this time softer, slower, as if they were savoring the moment. Jon’s hands slid down Richard’s sides, pausing at his hips. “Tell me,” he murmured against Richard’s lips. “What do you want next?” Richard swallowed, his heart pounding. “I want you. Again and again.” Jon’s response was a low, satisfied chuckle. “As you were nice this year, then let’s give you exactly what you want. Richard nodded, a smirk playing on his lips as he leaned against the wall of his bedroom. “I want to wear your suit and mask? To be Santa for my family?” His voice was deep, laced with amusement and something darker, more primal. The way he said it made John’s breath hitch in his throat.

Yes, Richard thought, yes, that’s exactly what I want. “It’s… it’s a big fun for my family and also for me, although in a very different way,” Richard stammered, trying to sound casual, but the excitement bubbling up inside him betrayed his tone. “They might recognize me, or… or they might not. Either way, it’d be fun.” He laughed nervously, running a hand through his hair. “And… well, the suit. It’s… it’s a big turn-on for me.” Jon’s blue eyes pierced into him, those same eyes that had captivated Richard from the moment he removed the mask. There was something in them, something intense and knowing, as if Jon could see straight into Richard’s soul. “You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly. “Once you put that suit on, I maybe don’t let you go down again.” John smiled deviously. Richard swallowed hard. The thought of wearing Jon’s sweaty fat suit, of breathing in the musk of him, of becoming someone else—it was intoxicating. “I’m sure,” he said firmly, his resolve hardening. “Let’s do it.” Jon chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that sent shivers down Richard’s spine. “Alright then. Let’s get you dressed.”

The process of putting on the suit was both thrilling and overwhelming. Jon helped the naked Richard to step into the padded fat suit, zipping it up slowly at the front. The material clung to Richard’s skin, warm and damp from Jon’s earlier wear. It smells like him, Richard thought, breathing in deeply. The scent of sweat and rubber filled his nostrils, sending a rush of heat to his groin. He felt his cock stiffen immediately, pressing against the fabric of the suit. Next came the mask. Jon held it up, his fingers brushing against Richard’s cheek as he fitted it over his face. The rubbery feel of the mask against his skin was electric, and Richard couldn’t help but shiver. The edges around the mouth hole were soft, fitting snugly against his lips. He could feel the faint heat of Jon’s and his sweat covering the inside. John helped Richard from the outside to align the mask to his features. When Jon handed him the red Santa suit, Richard hesitated for a moment. The weight of the fabric in his hands was almost too much to bear. He could feel the eyes of his family on him, their laughter and joy just beyond the door. And yet, here he was, dressing up as their beloved Santa Claus, ready to deceive them all.

This is insane, he thought, but the thrill of it was undeniable. Jon watched him intently as he stepped into the red whole body suit, adjusting the sleeves and smoothing out the wrinkles. He closed the zipper on the side and stepped into the boots. Finally he closed the belt around his belly and put on the jacket. “You look perfect,” Jon murmured, his voice thick with approval. “Just like Santa.” Richard turned to face him, feeling a surge of confidence. The mask gave him a sense of anonymity, of power, and for the first time in years, he felt truly alive. “You can wait in this room, it will take a while.” he said, his voice muffled slightly by the mask. Jon stepped closer, his naked body glistening with sweat in the dim light of the room. “I’ll be waiting for you,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “In your bed. When you’re done playing Santa, come find me. We’ll pick up where we left off.” Richard’s breath hitched as Jon leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to the edge of the mask. His tongue darted out briefly, tasting the gap between the mask and Richard’s skin. The sensation was electric, and Richard felt himself grow even harder, if that was possible. “Go on,” Jon whispered, pulling back slightly. “Your family is waiting.”

The next two hours were a blur. Richard walked into the living room as Santa Claus, his heart pounding in his chest. The children’s eyes lit up as he entered, and the adults exchanged knowing glances, some stifling laughs. Richard’s voice, though muffled by the mask, was unmistakable. Still, no one said a word, and the show went on.

He handed out presents, told jokes, and even managed to sneak a few kisses under the mistletoe—all while wearing Jon’s sweaty suit and mask. The longer he stayed, the more he felt like he was inhabiting a different persona, one that was free from the confines of his everyday life. But the entire time, his mind was elsewhere. Images of Jon waiting for him in the bedroom flashed through his mind, making it difficult to focus. By the time he finally excused himself, citing the need for Santa to return to the North Pole, Richard was drenched in sweat and practically vibrating with anticipation.

Back in the bedroom, Richard tore off the boots, jacket, belt and Santa suit. He was now only in the mask on top of the fat suit. He undid the zipper at the crotch region of the fat suit and now his hardened cock sprang free, slick with pre-cum. He kicked the boots aside, hardly caring where they landed, and climbed onto the bed where Jon was lounging lazily. Jon sat up, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he took in Richard’s disheveled appearance. “Well, you certainly look like you’ve had an eventful night,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

Richard chuckled. “You have no idea,” he muttered, his voice still slightly hoarse from playing Santa. “I was so horny the whole time. Every second I was thinking about being here with you.” Jon’s smile turned wicked, and he reached out, running a finger along the edge of the mask. “Let’s take this off, shall we?” he said, his tone teasing. “I want to see your face when I make you come inside me.” Richard groaned: “Later, let Santa first fuck you, ha was waiting for this for hours now.” “Tell me,” Jon said, his lips brushing against Richard’s ear. “Did you enjoy being Santa? Did you like pretending to be someone else?” Richard’s breath came in shallow gasps as Jon’s hips rocked gently against his. “Yes,” he whispered. “God, yes.” Jon grinned, his teeth flashing in the dim light. Jon bit Santa's ear and pulled. The ear separated from the head beneath it and snapped back with a smacking sound when he released it. “Good,” he said, lowering his mouth to Richard’s neck. “Because tonight, you’re mine. All mine.” And after you fucked me, I want to take the mask and suit again and this time I will fuck you my little naughty friend.”

to be continued and Merry Christmas……

[the-santa-claus]

Hi Santa!

@fox-barnes

Hello, child.

[the-radio-demon-blog]

A Small little drags a deer caracas from the road into her house her father drunk and passed doesn't notice what she is doing. She takes out a piece of paper and a red pen and writes a note and places it on the radio.

She grabs bag of coffee remembering the grown ups like to drink it and sets it next to the roadkill. Tired from lugging a deer by herself she curls up on the floor and sleeps for the night.

Shadows sprout from the kitchen tiles, washing the room in a green glow. The shadows take shape and disappear leaving Alastor standing in the middle of the kitchen. He blinks a few times, noticing the dead deer, the bag of coffee and the radio on the counter. With a clawed finger he picks up the note and his smile softens a bit.

"Well, this is quite a sight," he mumbles.

With a snap, the dead deer is now lying on the kitchen table. Alastor turns to the dirtied coffee machine, wrinkling his nose, he snaps again, its clean. Then he remembers a final snap, a small doll appears out of thin air on the counter. Its a bit deranged, a bit odd looking with a cat like bodice. It has large red eyes, a little monocle, four stubby legs and a golden grin.

Then he starts to use the coffee maker, summoning his "Oh Deer" mug in his clawed hand. While his nimble fingers he places the coffee bag in, he whistles a little tune, "Tiptoe Through the Tulips", his radio cane humming along in a staticky chorus.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

What do you think about Rudolph the rednosed reindeer?

What I think about it? Well I think Father Christmas is really not taking good care of his reindeer, if his favourite one has a severe rhinitis. If its nose is so red it seems to be glowing, then something is inflammed severely, which increases blood flow dramatically, causing the red colour. Either due to allergies, or some kind of infection, or maybe the reindeer feel like flying because of a certain white powder they got provided with nasally, also increasing blood flow. They should call a veterinarian for that one. There is no other logical explanation for those things, the reindeers are high on snow, think they are flying and have a severe rhinitis.

[sylvxters]

Merry Christmas to everyone, I love all of y’all! <3

I’ll let out a small prompt of idk, maybe a little of everything? Like, one for cry of fear, then another for EMH, and so on

Anyways, that’s all! Merry Christmas!!! <333

[wrathoftheegods]

Hey. Heard you like coal.

-santas elves

Shut the fuck up, elves. You gave me no gifts as a child, I hate you all. Tell your boss I said blow me.

[ufohio]

GALAXY never disappoints. These science fiction Christmas covers (more to come) by Ed Emshwiller celebrate the holiday season with a four-armed Santa Claus... Seasons Greetings from the silly nerds at Kaleidoscope World!

[taeyongdoyoung]

wolf and bunny

summary: you ask your best friend to fuck you in your sleep but your bottled up feelings come out to the surface... pairing: chan x reader genre: smut, best friends to lovers warnings: cnc/somnophilia, discussion of boundaries, eating out, touching, groping, unprotected sex, spanking, stranger+wolf/bunny roleplay, little red riding hood references, face-slapping (once), size kink, cockwarming, multiple rounds, feelings (ew), pet names, discussion of future scenario 👀 (i know i said this is the end but...we'll see) author's note: hii everyone, this is the third and final part of my wolf and bunny series, thank you so much for going on this nasty journey with me 🤍 part one & part two word count: 2k

You and Chan are having a bit of a disagreement in connection with the circumstances surrounding your next game.

“But I want to know exactly which night you’ll do it.”

“If you know, you won’t be able to fall asleep,” Chan reasons with you. “Kinda like Santa Claus. Kids stay up all night waiting for him and then he never comes.”

“Please, even if the kids were asleep, he’d still never come ‘cause the parents are putting the presents under the tree!”

“It was just a metaphor.”

“A bad one. You’re gonna have to work harder to convince me.”

“Hey, wasn’t this your idea in the first place?” Chan reminds you teasingly. “You’re the one who wants me to fuck her in her sleep.”

“Ey, don’t pretend you won’t be into it,” you shake your head.

You are both so stubborn you don’t see this ending unless one of you retreats. Then, after a brief consideration, you speak again.

“Fine. You can keep the secret of the exact night you’ll do this. On one condition.”

“Sure, bunny, let’s hear it,” Chan listens eagerly.

“If I wake up, you won’t stop. I’ll just pretend I’m still sleepy and we keep going.”

“Is that even possible? I mean, for you to not wake up?”

“It is if you drug me or something,” you shrug.

“Ugh, don’t give me such evil ideas. You never know when I might take advantage of you.”

“Oh, I’m counting on it, wolfie.”

“But are you sure the sleep thing is a great idea? I mean, you wouldn't be able to say a safeword...” Chan can't help but worry, always putting your needs first and planning every scenario in great detail to make sure you're alright. Damnit, could he get any more perfect? He's so sweet and considerate you wish you could just tell him how you feel. But what if that scares him away? What if you lose not only your wicked game buddy but your best friend in the entire world? You wouldn't be able to live with yourself.

“Yes, I'm positive, Chris,” you place your hand on top of his. “I trust you 100% and know that you'll look after me. The question is, do you trust my judgement?”

“I mean, I do trust you. It's just that last time you didn't communicate your discomfort clearly and I wouldn't want to risk messing up to the point of accidentally hurting you,” Chan verbalizes his anxieties.

“I get what you're saying but it's not like I'm open to doing this with a stranger. It's you we're talking about. You've always been great at taking care of people so I know you wouldn't go too far. But at the same time, I wouldn't mind if you went loose. If anyone can take it and accept you fully, it would be me.”

“Yeah, I know. You're right. But just in case, I want you to know beforehand that I care about you and respect you like a lot. So, even if I get carried away, I still want you to feel safe.”

“Aww, Chris, ya old softie! I always feel safe with you, it goes without saying!” you insist.

“Well, I like hearing you say it.”

You gulp nervously. His voice is so commanding and yet so reassuring that your words have never rung truer. He's more to you than a safety net and you hope he knows it. He's incredibly thoughtful and infinitely kinder than the first impression. He's a riddle in the way he keeps surprising you and yet you wanna keep learning more about him. He's hundreds of the loveliest words in the dictionary multiplied. He's more comforting than your favourite blanket. He's warmth personified and you would be an idiot to let him go.

“I'll try to say it more often, then,” you promise. “When I'm with you, I know no harm will come my way. But here's the thing...you're the only one I'd willingly let hurt me.”

“I don't want to hurt you, though.”

“You don't?” you pout, suddenly feeling guilty. Then, what have you been doing? Was he forcing himself to act out these fantasies for your sake alone? You genuinely thought he was enjoying them as much as you were.

“Sorry, that came out wrong,” Chan is quick to explain. “I like our games. I meant that I don't want to hurt you emotionally. Ever.”

“Ah, yeah, that makes sense,” you chuckle, feeling a little stupid. “Well, you don't need to worry about that. Glad we had this talk.”

“Me too,” Chan gazes at you fondly.

“So, which night are you fucking me while I'm asleep?” you attempt to find out while he has this dazed look in his eye.

“Next- Hey, nice try! I'm not telling you, you impatient devil.”

“Aw, man, I was so close,” you bemoan the uncertainty of your future.

“You wish.”

The long-awaited night finally arrives. Chan has a key to your place so entering it is too easy. He makes sure he picks a night when you’ve complained about being exhausted and sleepy all day long. And he is certain that you’re passed out in your room, not suspecting a thing. Well, a part of you is always anticipating what could happen, but still.

He’s beyond glad to find you sound asleep. You’re wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some flimsy panties. Chan admires your sleeping form for a couple of brief moments before he gets down to business.

He wonders where to start. Should he tear them up? Or maybe push them to the side? Should he grope your boobs through your shirt? Or perhaps slide his hands beneath it, stroking your nipples directly? So many opportunities. He wants to do everything, he decides.

Chan starts by moving your panties to the side and licking your tiny pussy. He touches you with his fingers, gently prodding your entrance but not exactly sticking them inside yet. Then, he sneaks his hand underneath your shirt, teasing your nipples. Fuck, you’re so soft.

He marvels at the knowledge that you’d trust him with something like that. Though the previous scenarios were hot and intense as fuck, this one hits different for him. Maybe because last time you were awake, you were still in control because you could say the safeword whenever. Maybe because you want him at your most vulnerable even in your sleep. Or maybe because he’s slowly falling for you, but he doesn’t know how to say it.

It’s okay. Chan’ll show you, instead. He pinches your nipples lightly and continues to make out with your pussy. You are so wet already it’s adorable. He wonders if you’re dreaming of him, as you shift slightly in your sleep. He wants to drag this out. But how?

He uses his nails to trace circles on your skin, which causes goosebumps to appear. Are you cold? He wants to keep you warm and full at all times. Chan can’t take it any longer and takes his cock out, sliding in so perfectly. As if you were made for him. Made to take his cock and let him do crazy things to you. His sweet little bunny…

You moan desperately and the spell is broken. You’re awake. He wanders if you’ll speak or he’ll have to make you. Both options sound quite appealing. But he wants to hear your voice more than anything.

“Shhh, go back to sleep, sweetheart,” Chan whispers gently.

“W-who are you?” you cry out.

Aw, you’re gonna pretend not to know him? That hurts. But it can be fun, he thinks.

“Just the big bad wolf,” he chuckles at the irony of it.

“Please, don't do this,” you fake not wanting it, even though you've never wanted anything so badly in your life.

“Oh, bunny, but I already am,” Chan replies, spanking your ass a couple of times in the meantime.

“G-gonna split me in h-half,” you mumble, voice muffled against your pillow.

“Yeah? G'na ruin my sweet girl?” he speaks to you so softly you want to melt right there and then.

“Feel so full 'n so s'eepy,” you slur helplessly.

“Aw, tiny, go back to sleep, then,” Chan pats your head soothingly.

“Can't. What a deep voice you have!” you play along too well.

“All the better to degrade you with, my slutty bun,” Chan laughs, while still continuing to fuck you.

“What big hands you have!” you keep saying.

“All the better to grab your tits with,” Chan chuckles and makes good on his promise by playing with your boobs.

“And slap me with!” you remind him playfully.

“As you wish, princess,” Chan growls and slaps you across the face harshly but not harsh enough to actually leave a mark.

“What big eyes you have,” you sigh wistfully.

“All the better to stare at you fall apart,” Chan responds cleverly.

“And what big cock you have!” you scream, barely resisting the urge to laugh. Are you a silly little bunny or Little Red Riding Hood? At this point, you don't care, but it feels too good regardless.

“All the better to fuck you with,” he grunts loudly, spilling inside of you.

You follow rightaway and urge him to stay like this for a while. Maybe round two is in order?

“You know what else is big?” Chan teases you.

“Oh, shut up, Bigfoot!” you reply and are no longer able to hold it in, breaking into laughter. Chan also finds the interaction hilarious and buries his head in the nook of your shoulder. You stroke his hair without realizing. Shit, he's so adorable you almost say the three words. Is it too risky? Too soon? You need a distraction. You need... “Fuck me again.”

“Already? Aren't you tired?” Chan wants to make sure.

“Fuck me till I fall asleep again,” you ask him.

“Um, okay, sure,” Chan looks a bit confused but does as you ask.

This time there is less talking and more fucking but no matter how many rounds you go, sleep doesn't come again. You both orgasm more times than you could count, but somehow, it isn't nearly enough to distract you from the inevitable. You love him. Your heart knows it, your pussy knows it, even your brain knows it but is stubborny telling you not to confess for fear of somehow ruining things.

Once Chan decides he's completely spent for the night, he pulls out of you and rips off the bandaid.

“Are you alright? Something suddenly shifted but I can't quite place it,” he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear and nudges you softly with his shoulder.

“Do you want the truth that might mess up everything or do you want me to lie to you and say I'm fine?” you ask, even though you're already on the verge to tell the truth.

“With you? Always the truth, please,” Chan clearly states his preference.

You sigh deeply and tilt to the side so you're facing him properly.

“I think...no, I know I love you.”

“I love you, too, babybun,” Chan responds fondly and kisses you on the nose.

“In a non-friendly way. And I don't mean just sexually, either. I mean, the friendly way and the sexual way haven't diminished, of course. But I also love you in a...I want to be yours, your girlfriend, your lover, your romantic partner, your everything.”

Chan is taken aback by your words. You...feel the same?

“You already are,” he confesses genuinely.

“Huh?” you blink in shock.

“I mean...you are already my everything. But, if you'd like me to officially ask you, then...will you be my girlfriend, angel?”

“You...you'll have me?” you are still in disbelief.

“I thought I already had ya,” Chan pinches your cheeks lightly.

“Damn right you do, Mr. Wolf,” you giggle and pull him into a kiss.

He smells like autumn, his embrace exudes warmth and his lips taste like home.

“You have no idea how badly I've wanted to tell you about my feelings,” Chan confesses. “When I found that story of yours in your drafts, I just couldn't resist the opportunity. I hoped that if I turned your fantasies into reality that you'd eventually fall for me.”

“Oh, Channie...I've been falling for you for longer than you realize,” you admit shyly. “How could I not? You're everything I've ever wanted.”

So, this is what it feels like to have the world in your hands. Huh. You could get used to it.

Bonus:

“No, I'm not kidnapping you!” Chan is adamant as you two sit in a nice restaurant.

“But Chriiiis,” you whine. “You said you'd do anything for my birthday.”

“Anything but that!” Chan shakes his head in amusement.

“Why not? It can be fun!”

“Fun? What if something goes wrong, what if someone sees us and thinks I'm actually kidnapping you, what if...hear me out, here, I go to prison for it?”

“Well, duh, then I'd bail you out!”

“As if you could afford it,” Chan rolls his eyes.

“Hey! But seriously, I'll just tell the cops that I asked you to kidnap me.”

“What if they don't believe you and think you have a Stockholm syndrome?”

“I'll...think of something. Come on, we're going too far with the what-ifs.”

“You gotta be prepared for any situation. You'd know that if you carried the heavy burden of being a dom,” Chan tsks at you.

“I'd know that if you let me,” you give him a wink.

“That will only happen the day I agree to fake-kidnap you.”

“So, tomorrow? It's a date!” you grin excitedly.

“Keep dreaming, darling.”

“Oh, I will.”

The End

[the-santa-claus]

Santa smiles kindly and there was a hint of embarrassment in his features. "Ah, Clint Barton... I lost one of my elves."

"Ho Ho Ho!", a elderly and cheerful sounding voice suddenly announced it's presence before Santa Claus - yes, the Santa Claus - manifested in Clint's living room through some little magical light orbs that faintly reminiscented if fireflies.

@the-santa-claus

I- Santa? …Y’know, why not. If aliens can be real why not jolly ol’ Saint Nick?

What brings you around? It’s not even Halloween yet.

[chrollosbm]

Satoru Gojo is into Some Weird Roleplay (Christmas Smut)

art cr: glowx_21 on x

hey idk what this is LMAOO. i thought of this randomly bc gojo reminds me of a certain christmas character so i just ran with it! he's one of my three husbands who i love so much so i wanted to write about him. i'm so feral for him it's not even funny. anyways, i hope you enjoy and don't take it too seriously, unless you want to idc! mdni.

domestic gojo, husband gojo, dad gojo

female reader, no description of her features but i’m black so

warnings: piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, satoru won't shut up, dom gojo

i'm on ao3, pls support me there too!

wc: 1500+

“Satoru,” You surprised yourself in the way you were able to let out a single word with his unrelenting thrusts. “Baby. P-please slow down.” 

The man who was currently plummeting into you from behind let out a click of his tongue, ignoring your request and instead opted with a loud and hard smack to your ass, his pace somehow getting faster and harder. His hips were ruthless against the fat of your ass, creating clapping noises throughout the large bedroom.

“What was that? Couldn’t hear you.” He let out breathlessly, his tone as playful as ever, waiting for you to address him the right way.

You wanted to reach back and knock some sense into him, tell him to slow his thrusts before he knocked the wind out of you and woke up the children. His deep and powerful thrusts prohibited you from saying much though, with his fat cock reaching your g-spot so effortlessly that you were seeing stars.

If you could roll your eyes right now you would, but your body seemed to forget how to function, only capable of following the orders of your ridiculous but gorgeous husband behind you. “Saint Nick…please.” It would’ve sounded ridiculous to you if you weren’t being plummeted to Neptune with each touch of your gummy spot deep within you, but you were being fucked so stupid that you would call him God if he asked. “You don’t wanna wake up the little elves do you?” You played along as you continued panting, fingers grasping the silk sheets tightly, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure.

You thought he was ignoring you again, with his long fingers digging deeper into your hips before he slowed his pace, deciding on an unhurried, rough one, sliding in and out of those warm, wet walls of yours with a long and drawn out “fuuuuuck,” leaving his mouth. “The elves are fast asleep, baby. Don’t worry about them, just take Santa’s dick, mmkay’?” His voice was jolly as ever, just like Santa Claus himself, and you would’ve laughed if his cock wasn’t basically touching your brain at this point. You could only let out small whimpers as he arched your back further, reaching only a place he could.

Why you agreed on letting your dear husband roleplay as Santa was beyond you, but Satoru had a way with words. All he had to do was promise to make you feel good, make you cum all night long, pretty please baby, in that convincing, deep voice of his, a pout on his features, those bright blue eyes begging, so how could you say no? 

You should have made some more conditions, one being to say no to the bells he had attached to the bed frame, with them ringing with each jerk of his hips, creating an impossibly loud jingle. He said it would get the two of you in the “Christmas spirit,” with the bed decorated in lights and ringing balls, sounding like a real sleigh everytime the bed hit the wall in full force. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by Satoru pulling himself out of you, leaving you empty and missing him already, causing a whine to leave your lips as he flipped you over as if you weighed nothing, before settling in between your legs again. You were faced with the beautiful man you were so grateful to call yours, his cerulean orbs were darkened somehow as they stared into yours, looking dazed and drunk off your pussy, his pupils slightly dilated. His pretty white follicles were tucked into a red santa hat, the puffy ball tossed on the side, sweat trickling from his temples from wrecking your insides. He had that adorable, innocent smile on his face, as if he wasn’t guilty of talking you into this comical predicament in the first place. 

“Will Mrs. Claus let me put the beard on again?” He let out, a pout forming on his pink lips, glossy from sweat and saliva.

“No, don’t ask again!” You almost yelled, your face scrunched in annoyance and he let out a booming laugh at your immediate response. 

Satoru did have a cheap, plastic beard that matched his white hair perfectly, but you made him take it off for a couple reasons. One being it looked terrible. As beautiful as the man above you was as he was staring down at you, shallow breaths coming from his perfectly shaped, rock hard abdomen, and his rosy cheeks, the beard made him look…creepy. Two being it was damn itchy. He had been going down on you when he had it on, but it was impossible for you to focus on his holy tongue work and perfect movements of his fingers, curving into you, hitting that spot that had you crying out his name for the night (fucking Saint Nick.) Once it began scratching your legs painfully, you’d forced him to take it off, which he did with a whine, throwing the damp, shitty excuse for a beard across the bedroom floor, before making you cum from his tongue alone, more than once.

Your husband’s wide grin was replaced with something immodest as he gripped your thighs, pulling you forward, and slipped inside torturously slow, earning a gasp from the both of you. His head was thrown back and his lip was caught in his teeth, causing your pussy to throb from both the feeling of warmth and fullness again, and Satoru’s effortless way of making you feel hot inside just by simple facial expressions, subsequently making a groan escape his lips before sinking into you completely, touching your gummy spot immediately with the angle he entered.

He kept your legs apart as he thrust into you forcefully and fast-paced again, with you giving no complaints this time about the commotion the jingling bed frame was causing. You didn’t care, for he was taking you to heaven in this position, goosebumps erupting from your skin and seeing black dots in your vision with each time he reached a new depth inside you. Your cunt was competing with the loud noises of those stupid fucking bells as it made sloshing noises throughout the room, and when you looked down, you could see your juices dripping onto his pretty, pale, absolutely perfect cock. 

As if he could read your mind, he spoke for you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby. My god.” His head was no longer tilted back, but also looking down as your tight, slippery cunt sucked in his dick, a feral look on his features, absolutely enamored by the sight. His pace never let up, his hips moving at the speed of light almost as he used one hand to press on your lower stomach, making it feel better than you thought possible. “You feel me in there? You feel Santa’s cock abusing this perfect little cunt?” His goofy grin returned and you couldn’t do anything but let out a loud moan of approval, face twisted up, still entertaining his mess because this just felt too fucking good. 

His hand moved from your tummy to focus on your clit, fingers rubbing small, soft circles, completely catching you off guard. Your legs began to tremble from the insane pleasure you were feeling, hands clenching the sheets so hard again you were surprised they didn’t come off the corners of the bed. 

“Can I make you a mommy again? Put another little helper in this belly?” That feral look was in his eyes again, tone as light as ever, as he slowed down, choosing a rough ram motion, causing your tits to jiggle at the change of pace, making Satoru groan at the sight, mouth halfway open. You didn’t know if it was the mind fog you felt from him fucking you brainless, but you nodded vigorously as tears fell down your cheeks, that white hot feeling in your veins approaching, mind so numb you would probably agree to having ten more of his white-haired, blue-eyed children. The two of your already had four, three you’d birthed and one you adopted, but you didn’t care right now, you felt like he had seriously taken you to the North Pole with the way his cock was basically fucking your guts.

His infamous smile returned before leaning down to place his lips on yours, barely kissing you, just sticking his minty tongue in your mouth and panting, speaking incoherent sentences along the lines of you being a “good girl,” and “taking his load so well.” You couldn’t comprehend a thing anyway, as your body began convulsing, washing over with relief as your orgasm was drawn out of you, long and bone shattering, with your back arching off the bed with a squeal that was hard to keep inside your body.

Satoru wasn’t too far behind you, with his eyes closed tightly, as his hips began twitching, the first time all night they didn’t have a consistent rhythm and he groaned out loudly, spurting long, hot ropes of his cum inside you.

His eyes opened soon after, those beautiful blue orbs staring at you adoringly with his signature wide grin on his face, in which you returned, panting heavily, so thankful for this beautiful, insane, goofy husband of yours. He grabbed the comforter and placed it over the two of you, kissing your lips softly, his breath heavy as the two of you exchanged small “i love you’s” back and forth.

“Mommy?” A small voice came from the corner of the room and your heart dropped, recognizing it as your three year old daughter’s, afraid of what she might’ve seen. Satoru hid under the covers, his hat coming off in the process and you had a full view of her now, with her candy cane nightgown and teddy bear in her arms, her lip quivering with tears in her eyes.

“What’s wrong, baby?” You asked, ready to get up and comfort your youngest, afraid something happened as it was past midnight on Christmas Eve. God, did the bells wake her up?

She stomped out the room before you could get up, wailing and yelling for her older brother. “Megumi! Mommy was kissing Santa!” Her cries could be heard throughout the entire house and you knew everyone would be awake by now.

Satoru’s loud laugh could also be heard throughout the entire house, its jollyness rivaling Saint Nick himself. 

my masterlist!

[hannieoftheyear]

everybody gets horny on christmas (lsm)

santa's lap becomes the best place to sit when it's seokmin's face hiding behind the beard

✧.* pairing: santa!dk x fem!reader (check out the halloween chapter!)

✧.* w.c: 5k of pure filth

✧.* genre: smut!!!, crack, a little fluff sprinkled at the end, kinda pwp, there's barely a plot but hey (minors DNI)

✧.* content: santa d(ic)k, milfs go crazy over him, slight jealousy, everyone has a severe case of horniness again, cursing, both 'bad girl and 'good girl' are used, santa roleplay (?) just for a bit, explicit smut, service top!seokmin, pussy drunk!seokmin, fingering, oral (f rec.), multiple orgasms, bodily fluids, they do it on a chair, protected penetration (santa uses condoms✊ and so should you).

✧.* disclaimer: this is the christmas part 2 of the halloween au with the same name (linked above), it can be read separately but there's going to be a little context missing.

✧.* note: i just wanted to say that i wrote this for fun and is really truly unserious, and also apologize bc i suck at writing dirty talk :/ but hope you enjoy!

also i have a final in two days so wish me luck (and pray for me🙏)

special thanks to sabrina carpenter and her 'fruitcake' ep | link to the dividers used

The smell of baked chocolate chip cookies and freshly cut pine trees sneaks past the automatic doors every time a new family enters the mall. All of them are in search of the new hot spot in town. 

Even if the tradition of making kids sit on Santa's lap is terribly outdated, the kids lining up on the makeshift north pole on the center of the mall don’t seem to care, happy to be surrounded by the Christmas atmosphere and to meet Santa. 

The long line decreases gradually, kids leaving with the biggest toothy smile every few minutes, and their parents ready to figure out what they asked for. 

It’s the happiest season of the year, when everything seems possible, when kindness and friendship rule everyone’s relationships. That’s primarily the reason why you’re even in the line in the first place. Your friends dragged you to see the ridiculous suit Seokmin had to wear for his new job and make fun of him a little, all while showing up to support him. 

“Is it just me or is the line full of single moms?” 

Standing all the way on the back of the line, your friends are analyzing the people waiting while you’re just looking at them, eyes switching from each man to the next in a matter of seconds, tapping one foot on the ground with no patience and avoiding to look at the man working as Santa. 

“Why are you so fidgety?” Soonyoung’s the only one who’s not checking out every person in line. 

“I’m not! I’m a little tired that’s all, I don’t want to be here anymore.” 

“Surely this doesn’t have to do anything with our friend Santa Claus, right?” 

“I just don’t wanna be seen in this line full of kids. It's embarrassing.” Avoiding the question won’t work, but it’s all the defense you have at the moment. 

“No one here cares, and Chan’s right. The moms are going crazy over our Seokminnie.” 

Following Mingyu’s eyes, your gaze sits on a blonde lady standing right beside her kid, who’s already sitting on Seokmin’s lap, but the mom looks more interested in asking him questions than the little girl. 

“Yeah, I noticed.” 

The way your arms cross immediately is a dead giveaway that it actually bothers you, and by that time, your three friends are staring at you, expecting a reaction. 

“You two have been weird since Halloween.” Chan, not so innocently as it seems, brings back the topic you so badly want to avoid. 

“What do you mean? We're not being weird. Everything’s the same.” You protest.

“Yeah, except for the fact that you had his dick in your m–" 

“Oh my fucking God, shut up! There are kids around!” 

Your whisper-shout draws more attention than Soonyoung’s statement, getting you a few weird looks from the parents behind you on the line. He not only has no filter but also lives to torture you since that day. 

“Shit, I still can't believe they really did it.” Mingyu talks more to himself than to you, and that’s weirdly offensive? 

“I’m standing right here!” 

“Is it big? He never lets us see it.” Soonyoung shamelessly asks, without an ounce of embarrassment. 

“I can’t believe this.” 

Your only option is to look away from them, meaning straight to Seokmin, right when a lady attempts to sit on him “jokingly” while security –a minimum wage worker dressed as an elf, asks her to leave. 

“Bro, c’mon what the hell.” Even Chan has a limit of Soonyoung’s unserious thoughts he can hear. 

“What?”

Mingyu shakes his head in awe, not even answering Soonyoung’s question before going back to interrogating you. 

“Did anything happen after that?” 

The line moves forward, and in that second, where everyone’s focused on taking two steps, you seriously consider running away from the mall at full speed. 

“It was just a one-time thing, no big deal.” Maybe the cold wind entering through the doors can serve as an excuse for how red your face is probably getting. 

“Yeah, sure. You know, every time your name comes up and you’re not there, he starts shivering like a chihuahua.” 

“You two stay over a five feet radius away from each other at every party we go to.” 

“I saw how you reacted the other day when that girl was all over him at the sorority party.” 

“Are you all analyzing our every fucking move?” 

Maybe it’s been weird, but for them to notice even when they’re drunk means you’ve been doing a very bad job at hiding it. 

“We’re just worried about you both, that’s all.” Mingyu softly puts his hand on your shoulder, and you truly believe his words. 

“There’s nothing to worry about! We talked about it, and everything’s cool. Now, let’s leave the topic to die here, alright?” 

The silence is so loud, it’s obvious they still have questions, and it’s obvious you’re not gonna answer them. Not when the line starts moving forward again, and suddenly you’re one family away from being the next to be called on by the elf staff. 

Seokmin's eyes find yours just as the kid hops off his lap, smiling brightly at his parents and leaving the mall altogether. You’re freezed in place, and Soonyoung behind you is whistling teasingly as one of the staff repeatedly asks you to step forward. They were right. You are being weird. It is weird. But because they don’t know the whole story. 

A hand pushes your back slightly to the front, and you see yourself walking towards the hottest Santa you’ve ever seen. The loose red suit makes his frame appear impossibly broader, and he’s manspreading in a way that has your heart pounding. 

“W-welcome young lady.” Seokmin stutters in his Santa voice, forgetting his signature ‘ho, ho, ho’. 

One look back at the line, and you’re already regretting it. Your three friends are looking in your direction like you’re Ryan Gosling and Rachel McAdams on the verge of making out. But just to their right, the staff looks at you, bored and tired, almost screaming at you to hurry the hell up. 

Your legs tremble as you finally sit on Santa's lap, and the energy radiating from him is breathtaking. Something about you being visibly flustered must elevate his confidence through the roof, because as soon as you’re on top of his thighs, one hand places itself softly on your back, and the other teasing on top of your thigh, not outrageously high, but high enough that you know it’s on purpose. 

“What does this young lady want for Christmas?” 

The voice he’s been practicing comes out squeakier than he'd like, your arm wrapped around the side of his neck, causing unpredicted consequences. 

“I'd like for my friends to stop being so annoying.” Jokes are always a good way to lessen the atmosphere, right? 

“Have you been a good girl this year?” Seokmin's hand tightens on your thigh, erupting a fire on parts of your body that shouldn’t be getting woken up in public. “Only girls who behave get their presents.” 

The lower part of his face is covered by an ugly synthetic white beard, but something in the sound if his voice tells you there’s a growing smirk on his lips, hiding, teasing you in front of everyone. It would be so easy to just yank the beard off and wipe that smirk off his face, press your mouth against his until neither of you are able to breathe. 

“Santa should give presents to everyone.” It’s a miracle that you’re able to form one coherent sentence. 

A low chuckle escapes from him, and the feeling that he’s still not finished with you creeps up your spine, goosebumps appearing up to your neck as his face gets close to your ear. 

“Only the ones who didn’t behave say things like that.” 

His arm around your waist makes you hyper aware of everything around you. Or more like him so around you. 

“The guys have been asking questions.” Another try to ease the tension that quickly proves to be pointless as Seokmin seems to be on a mission. 

Your eyes don’t know where to go, staring at his focused gaze on your lips. His face gets ever so slightly closer to yours, the little hairs on your cheek perking up at the sensation, all while his hot breath fans over the side of your face, and his hand holds your jaw as his thumb grazes the apple of your cheek, brushing an eyelash with so much care, you almost melt right there on his lap. 

“Let them ask.”

At the end of those simple words, his eyes connect with yours, and his stare brings a new meaning to what he said, one that begins heating up your insides and blushing your whole face. Your brain works hard to produce any kind of response, but Seokmin has rendered you speechless. 

A soft cough drives his eyes away from you, and his hold on you shifts uncomfortably, like he’s just now realizing he’s in front of at least fifty people. The elf handling the line taps his foot impatiently against the floor, his arms crossed and rolling his eyes as both you and Seokmin look at him incredulously. 

“Come have dinner at my place.” Seokmin whispers as you motion to get off of him.

You instantly miss the warmth of him below you, sturdy and holding onto you for dear life. You can only nod with a quiet ‘okay’ as the staff rushes the next kid onto Seokmin’s lap, your friends nowhere to be seen. 

Why does your hand tremble as it reaches the door handle when you’ve done it a ton of times already? 

Seokmin had sent you a cryptic text right after the disastrous meeting that had your friends bullying and interrogating you all the way back to your home, about him leaving his door unlocked and letting yourself in, eliciting at least ten questions from your part, but he remained silent after his instructions. Now, you’re left expectant as you nervously talk yourself into opening the damn door. No suspicious noise can be heard from outside, and as you turn the handle and push the door open, the warmth of recently lit candles envelops you. 

“Seokminnie?” The smell of the promised food welcomes you in as you close the door behind you. 

The shy steps you take into Seokmin’s apartment after hanging your jacket provide you with a slightly better view of the Christmas themed dining room he’s set up, and from the corner of your eye, you catch a red human figure sitting on one of the chairs, intimidating you as you realize what it is. 

“What are you still doing in the suit?” You ask with a chuckle. 

“Come here.” 

He signals for you to sit on his lap, manspreading on the wooden chair as his body calls your name. The cheap plastic beard is nowhere to be seen, but he’s still wearing the weirdly nice fitting suit, burning red just like the fire heating up the room the closer you get to him. 

“You know, the guys are catching up to us.”  

It’s much more comfortable to be alone with him, sitting on his lap and letting his arms wrap around your waist as tight as he wants. You don’t fight the urge to connect your mouths together, not letting him reply to your statement as you press your lips against his, and he doesn’t even attempt to tease you, molding his shape to yours, holding your chest close to his with no way to escape. 

“Yeah, they’ve been interrogating me too.” Seokmin replies, half of his brain paying attention to you and the other half concentrating on squeezing your thighs. 

“We sh-should do something.” 

Getting lost in the feeling of his lips is too easy, erasing any stray reasonable thought from your mind. As his hands hold and touch any part of your body they want, be it your arched back, your chest or your thighs, and his tongue licks your lower lip like he wants you to go insane, you moan against him, and he takes it as a reminder of why he asked you to come to his apartment in the first place.

“Hmm, you’re not behaving much, aren’t you?” 

You almost let out a chuckle as he strays his face away from yours just as one of his hands creeps up your inner thigh, squeezing to draw your attention where he wants. But he doesn’t go any nearer to where you’re starting to need him the most. 

“Does that mean you’re putting me on the naughty list?” 

Nothing you say when you’re on top of him is embarrassing, you’ve learned, as Seokmin seems to like every sound that comes out of your mouth regardless. His hand trembles at your words, instinctively daring to graze the crevice of your inner thigh before moving away from your legs altogether. 

“Between us,” he says, voice low right by your ear, “I think I can give you another chance.” 

“Really? What should I do?” You don’t dare move in his hold, his thighs hard under your expecting ones. 

Seokmin refuses to let you connect your lips, drawing back with a smirk when you try. The hand that’s still on your body caresses the side of your cheek, so softly you almost hum as you lean into his touch. His fingers trace your jaw down to the side of your neck, and you have no other choice than to flutter your eyes closed and enjoy his teasing. 

“Be a good girl while I do what I want with you.” 

His lips graze your ear again, going down to leave wet kisses on the side of your neck as his hand continues to travel down the side of your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps under his cold fingers. 

Your mouth agapes, wanting to say something, anything, but he reaches the hem of the jeans you decided to wear, and only a sigh leaves you as his fingers sneak under the fabric, touching from your back to your lower tummy as he sucks on the sensitive skin of your neck. 

“What do you want to do with me?” Your words come out completely breathless, and he chuckles against your skin. 

Wordless, his reply comes in the form of his hands at both side of your hips, lifting you up easily and sitting you down on the empty chair, his body kneeling in front of you in one swift move. Somehow, your jeans hang loose around your legs, already unbuttoned, and he yanks them down expertly. 

Seokmin’s eyes, wide open in marvel, scan over your bare legs, with goosebumps erupting from top to bottom at the sudden loss of the warm fabric. His head in between your open legs, almost naked only for him, just like your every fantasy since that first time. 

“I once promised you,” His lips graze your left knee as he speaks, hot breath against your cold skin sending shivers up your spine, “that I’d make you feel good.” 

“You’ve been very bad too.” You remember exactly the promise he had made, and remember every time you’ve been together since, never fulfilling it. “I thought you’d forgotten.” 

He shakes his head quickly as a reply. “I can make it up to you,” Seokmin’s soft slender hands massage your thighs open, slotting his torso in between them like that space was made for him, “but you have to be good for me.” 

His breath fans so close to your already craving core, he could purse his lips and they’d make contact with your covered folds, but he sways ever so slightly to the side, leaving a chaste kiss on the crevice on your inner thigh, a thousand miles away from where he knows you need him. 

“What do you want me to do?” Your fingers interlock with his as he continues groping anywhere his hands manage to go, pressing them harder against you in search for more of his touch. 

“Take what I give you.” He sneaks under the hem of your panties, barely grazing at your sensitive skin, with feathery light touches and teasing scrapes of his nails as he slips the wet fabric down your legs. 

“You’re not giving me anything right now.” 

The cold air making its way over your core contrasts with the heated blush Seokmin’s eyes erupt all over your body as he stares in awe at your wet folds. 

“So ready for me." A hum reverberates to mix with his words, and his approval sends a wave of arousal straight to your center. 

Having no other thoughts, you can only half-moan and nod at his words, locking eyes with him as he leaves a trail of kisses on the soft flesh of your inner thighs, each one closer and closer to your pulsing core, but as he's about to graze your lower lips, he skips your heat and directs his mouth to your other leg, never ending the teasing. 

Your legs open further on instinct, as if to persuade him into pleasing you once and for all. His fingers dare to spread your folds, the wet sound reaching your ears, his shy touch making you squirm on the chair. Something tells you that asking him to speed up won’t help you, so you only move one hand to the back of his neck, caressing his nape to encourage him.

The first lick of his tongue comes as a surprise, long and pointy right at your center, and the hand that was resting on his neck pulls at his hair, making him groan and sending vibrations through your whole body. 

Seokmin knows exactly when to slow down, licking your cunt up and down and sucking just where he knows you’ll like. Your insides clench against nothing, empty and leaking arousal as his lips wrap around your clit. But he drinks all of your juices, his tongue collecting your wetness like a dehydrated man. 

With his tongue focused on your hole, prodding timidly inside you as your walls beg to be stretched, your hands fly to his hair, keeping his face in place as the tip of his nose brushes your clit just right. He moans right into your cunt, enjoying the pull of his hair as you use him for your pleasure. Your throat hurts from moaning uncontrollably as your orgasm approaches at the speed of light. 

Not even in your imagination would you have pictured yourself getting so worked up so fast by a man going down on you, but that’s just Seokmin, being gentler and more skilled than most, eager to find every stop that has you squirming on top of him. 

His hands try to keep your legs open for him as you spasm with each swipe of his tongue, getting faster and faster the more he notices how close you are. And as he focuses his all on teasing your clit, you come undone at the rhythm of his moans against you. 

He makes out with your pussy mercilessly, prolonging your orgasm and making your legs tremble harder at his sides, almost closing around his head if it wasn’t for him holding them where he wants. The unholy wet sounds don’t stop and waves of arousal keep crashing down on you, the big smirk across his lips can be felt even through the filthiness of the act, and when he doesn’t move away when you start feeling overstimulated, you finally find your voice again.

“Hmm, Minnie, god.” Cracked and hoarse, it’s a miracle he even heard your words. Your hands try to push his head away, but one look into his eyes, and the motion stops immediately. 

“You promised you'd take everything.” The fingers that were holding onto the flesh of your thighs sneak to your wet, still sensitive center, collecting any remaining juices Seokmin didn’t get to drink. 

“Fuck, yes, I did.” Even a bare graze of his fingers has you breathless, ready for more in an instant. 

“Do you still want it?” Somehow, his doe eyes mix with his teasing glare, pretending to ask when in reality he knows your answer. 

“Yes.” One-word replies might be your best option to answer him, as moans and whines get stuck on your throat at the motions of his fingers, spreading your wet folds open and teasing your needy hole. “Please.” 

“Good,” without any more warning, Seokmin plunges two fingers inside you, receiving no resistance, “it’s my job to give my good girl anything she wants.” 

His hand begins working towards filling you up, molding your gummy walls to the shape of his fingers. Wet sounds fill Seokmin’s dining room, the food he prepared cold and forgotten in the kitchen, and the only other sounds echoing are your breathy moans and his occasional grunts. 

Seokmin’s tongue goes back to its place, torturing your clit as his fingers find your sweet spot, abusing it as you feel yourself getting wetter, if even possible. He thrusts harder, sharper, drilling into you and making your arousal drip onto the wooden chair. 

The red of his hair stands out tangled between your fingers as you try to press his face impossibly closer to your core. He moans in response, as if being pressed in between your legs is more pleasurable to him than to you. 

Locking eyes with him below you, the blushy filthiness of it all mixes with the oversensitivity from too recent orgasm, getting you close to another one faster than ever before. It’s too much, but you crave more, need more, and your walls clamp against Seokmin’s fingers, making it harder for him to pound them into you, but he persists, with pointy and determined thrusts that form stars on your vision. 

A whiny scream erupts out of you as he sucks on your clit, everything combined blurring every one of your senses and causing spasms all across your body as you come on his fingers.

The sinful sight of Seokmin licking his fingers clean is forever burned on your eyelids, and will hunt you even in your sleep. But before he has the chance of slipping his tongue between your folds again, you stand up and force him to sit down on your place. 

“It’s my turn to give now.” He just stares at you, brow lifting teasingly, waiting for your next move. There’s so much you could do, but the throbbing between your legs calls for only one thing, sitting in front of you. From the new angle, the outline of his very hard cock outshines the rest of his body, the thin red fabric loosely sits over the boner he doesn’t even try to hide. 

In what feels like a millisecond, you yank his pants and boxers down in one move, freeing him from his confines, but deliberately leaving the top of his costume on. 

His bare skin below yours, as you sit down on top of him, legs at both sides of his hips, feels so hot you almost don’t feel the drop in temperature in the room. His hard length springs up against your lower belly, furiously pink and ready for whatever. 

Your mouths crash in need, his hands on your back flushing you against him as your hands push his head further against you. It’s hard and needy, passionate as he always is, but somehow determined and not sloppy. 

The frenetic closeness traps his cock between your bodies, a never-ending friction as you grind against him. The top half of your clothes are still on the way, the hands creeping under the hem of your shirt indicating he wants yours off immediately, but refuses to let go of your lips. 

“Tell me you have a condom.” You manage to mumble with his mouth still gliding over yours. 

A ruffle sound echoes from your side, Seokmin’s hand searching eagerly around his pocket for what you asked. You’re not about to question if he had a condom there all day, just go on with it. 

You reluctantly separate your faces, both of you in a rush, nearing the desperate territory, to have him inside you. He throws his head back as your hands slide the condom down his length, the touch of your hands too much for him to handle. His hands grip your hips in an effort to help you lift your body, lining your entrance with his leaking tip. 

The mix of his spit and your arousal makes it easy for him to slide all the way down until you’re sitting on top of him again, his length stretching you just perfectly. You both take a second to breath as you get used to being filled completely, molded to his shape already. 

“You always take me so well.” He moans as he dares looking you right in the eyes. 

Only a smirk shows on your face as an answer, your hands moving down to open the red jacket he’s still wearing, unbuttoning it one by one and letting yourself feel his abs tensing under your teasing touch. Slowly but surely, his whole chest is finally revealed to you, but his hands refuse to leave your body, and the top half of his suit stays on. 

His hands on your ass press your body against him, inciting you to start moving before he loses his mind.

With your hands on his chest for support, you start grinding on him softly, feeling the veins of his cock dragging inside you at a tortuous pace. Seokmin knows no restrain when he’s inside you, so he groans and moans at every clench of your walls, unknowingly succeeding in making you do it more often and into speeding up the pace.

His hands eagerly creep inside your shirt, crunching it up like he desperately wants to see you bare on top of him. As soon as it’s off, his hands are on your tits, groping them as if it was his first time seeing them.

He grinds against you, following your rhythm and speeding the rush of both of your highs. Your walls tighten hard around his cock, feeling him twitching even through every move.

A loud moan gets out of you when his cock reaches that spot inside you that takes you to another dimension, and he immediately presses your lips together, a messy and wet make out that does little to muffle both of your moans.

The chair creeks below you as you test its limits, but it’s the least of your worries when he starts lifting his hips to meet you, the strength of his thighs even making you bounce on him slightly.

When one of his hands leaves its place on your chest to sneak between you and torture your clit even more, a guttural moan leaves you. He doesn’t stop, his thrusts getting as hard as possible as he chases your orgasms.

Walls already sensitive from your previous highs, and your swollen clit getting stimulated more and more, there’s only so much you can take before you start trembling on top of him.

Your third orgasm crashes over you hard, blurring any other sense that isn’t Seokmin’s cock dragging inside you.

And there’s so much tight clenching of your warm walls around him that he can take before he’s coming into the condom, twitching uncontrollably and slowly stopping his shallow thrusts.

Your lips come together once more, soft and lazy as you come down of your highs.

There’s a comfortable silence surrounding you. Even after you’ve both cleaned up and dressed up again, you find yourselves back on the same position, you sitting on his lap as he softly traces circles on your back, your breathings coordinated as you enjoy each other’s warmth.

“Do you think we should tell the guys?” Your whisper breaks the silence, the uncertain question making Seokmin’s ears perk up.

“I thought you didn’t want them to make fun of us.” His head lowers to look for your eyes, but you’re insisting on looking down.

“I know I said that but,” the sentence gets cut short, doubt and fear creeping up on your mind, but his hand comforting you encourages you to keep going, “today, you sounded like you don’t care.”

“Would it be bad if I didn't?” His sweet voice finally drives your eyes up to his, and the smile across his lips is big enough to make you melt.

“I– No, actually–“ You really try to say something that isn’t a mumble of nonsense, but it’s impossible. The matching smile plastered on your lips gives away how you feel, and he helps you gather your thoughts.

“They’re gonna be worse than ever.” Seokmin states.

You nod, holding back a cackle.

“But it’s nothing we can’t take.” He continues.

“Yeah, right.” You agree, even though a with a little doubt.

“It’s us two against them.”

“Right.”

“We can destroy them. "

“Exactly.”

“And do you want to be my girlfriend?”

The back and forth almost makes you answer automatically, and when you realize exactly what Seokmin was asking you, you freeze. Mouth agape and wide eyes, it’s not like you would ever say no to him, but he has taken a liking on taking you by surprise.

Your silence freaks him out, but as you straighten your posture on his lap and wrap your arms around his neck, you reply, “I’d love to be your girlfriend Lee Seokmin.”

His toothy smile widens impressively, his eyes curving like crescent moons right before he connects your lips again.

It’s different from before, a new feeling mixed in with the moving of your lips, welcomed fully as his hands caress your back again, with so much care you'd think he was afraid.

But that’s just who he is, who he always was. Your friend Seokmin. Your caring and loving Seokmin. Your boyfriend Seokmin.

heyyyyy happy holidays to everyone! hope you enjoyed this! ♥︎

lmk if you'd like another part! I love this couple, and I'm not opposed to writing an Easter chapter of this series :D

[the-santa-claus]

Hello Mr. Claus.

— @official-buckybarnes

Hello, James Buchanan Barnes.

[wandagcre]

Sam’s Christmas kinks? pls 🥺

WARNING: temperature play, roleplay, use of gags, rope bondage, humiliation, spanking, face-sitting, overstimulation | 18+ men & minors dni.

you both didn't plan it really. or at least, you did not...

but it escalated to something frisky anyway! courtesy of sam doing the spanking and looking for miniscule excuses just so she can put you in her naughty list and spank you until your ass stings in mild pain and tender

at the couch, you're laying in your stomach at sam's lap. she softly ran her hand on your thighs up then your ass, hiking up your dress for tonight's celebration with your family

"know that song about 12 days of christmas? count 12 spanks for me, baby."

you miraculously pull through it and your ass hurts. sam only says 'treats come in later' but oh, you wanted to be fucked so bad. all you can think about while mingling is sam's touch...

sam knows all about it and was internally gloating at the thought. she's surely going to surprise you even more later

in theme for the christmas spirit, you have a nice and naughty gift boxes. nice contains something nonsexual, a thoughtful gift that moves your heart.

and naughty? contains an object for your bedroom activities – making your pussy twitch. you didn't think sam was into this — she gifted you a collar. it had her name and a bell right in the middle.

sam is super into the holiday spirit and she blew your mind how far she was willing to incorporate it in the bedroom!

"the bell? it's multipurpose, baby. it will help me know whether you moved when i strictly ordered you not to. and well... i also need to hear a reminder how exactly rough i'm fucking you with its relentless ringing along your screams."

safe to say you're soaked wet now at sam's teasing. you're hoping that you will survive this goddamn supposed wholesome gathering. you cannot wait to be railed by sam already as she deliciously elaborated.

"guess i am your gift," it was a silly get-up at first, but the glint of absolute delight in sam's eyes and her mouth agape as you presented the slutty santa claus outfit... it fueled the tension even more. it was so rewarding!

sam replaces the santa hat on top of your head with a reindeer headband. "there. much more fitting since i'm going to use you, riding you all night baby."

and sam doesn't stop there. she quipped, "thought you were my present. why don't i see a ribbon all over you?" and proceeds to tie you up with rope and a makeshift bow out of a ribbon she found lying somewhere else, placed on your mouth as a gag 😮‍💨

sam is so into it, you're laid down while you she makes you eat her out. riding your face until you feel all of her weight challenging your neck and mouth that is coated with her arousal 😵‍💫

she doesn't stop there, sam gets up and left you in confusion for few minutes. she comes back with a bowl of ice cubes, some aphrodisiac strawberries and teases you with it, trailing them over your now-shivering body

she didn't hear the bell make a sound. you stayed still as she wanted. "aw, my good girl barely moved?" you preened over the praise ;(

she targets your erogenous areas. she makes you eat some first but orders you to suck the strawberries before biting through them. then sam traces an ice cube on your neck and lower tummy

while tied up you can't do anything but squirm ahh ;( your brain is all fuzzy bc you wanted it to be over AND you didn't want to, at the same time

your nipples aren't safe either. the cold hitting you in such spot made you moan so loud and arch your back helplessly to which sam deviously chuckles at. it's so humiliating ;( but you wanted to be nice - a good girl for sam - so you refuse to complain, only whimpering in gratitude

sam takes a bite of the aphrodisiac strawberries too, removes the poorly made ribbon gag, and pulls you in for a rough kiss. the sweetness and distinct taste of sam that lingered in your tastebuds? both of you were so turned on and felt frenzied, sooo worked up

you're so turned on as sam wanted and you reason out how you have been nice and obedient. sam takes pity and finally takes care of your throbbing pussy.

"it's the giving season, after all. so, I won't stop fingering you until I think you had enough." you came for four times already and sam hasn't shown any signs of stopping just yet.

the collar on your neck won't stop ringing as she fingers you into oblivion 🤕 it was a rather moany christmas indeed ;)