#trying on suits for his christmas company party

[on-a-lucky-tide]

Burning all my bow ties cause he called them twink chic.

[filthyslashertoad]

Spending the Holidays with Slashers & Misc.

(I was having trouble posting this so it's a bit late. I also might make a pt.2 if I can think of more things)

Michael Myers

Doesn't acknowledge it as a real holiday.

Get's pissy because everyone leaves home to go on vacation and there's no one to kill.

As soon as one kid mistakes him for a pale Santa he just heads home and calls it a night.

Billy Loomis

Spends the night before Christmas stressing out trying to figure out how to wrap a present(So does Stu by affiliation)

When you come downstairs in the morning you can tell which present is yours because there's a copious layer of tape around each box.

Stu also abought you a basketball so don't even ask how he wrapped that.

Hannibal Lecter

As soon as it hits December 1st, the house is decorated head to toe in Christmas decorations.

Best believe there will be Rum cake and a lot of it because he started making it in January.

Doesn't do ugly sweaters.

Has never watched the Grinch and doesn't plan to.

Bo Sinclair

Wraps a bow around his beer and calls it a day. (Just kidding)

Spends all of Christmas day baking a ham that he's been dreaming about since February. (Even though he bought the ingredients last second)

Doesn't know what to get you for Christmas so while he's at the store doing last-second shopping he buys you your favorite drink and a card with a duck dressed as Santa on it.

Brahms Heelshire

Wakes you up in the morning with a very special breakfast. (It's a pb&j with a glass of milk except there wasn't enough milk so it's half water and half milk)

Still thinks that Santa is real.

Patrick Bateman

Forces you to wear matching pajamas and do a photo shoot with him to send out to everyone because "you're such a loving couple!"(Forgets to book a photographer and ends up having to get it done in a Kohls)

For Christmas he buys you a set of your very own business cards that say "Patrick Bateman's wife, Y/N" on them and a bottle sugar-free champagne. (He's so proud of himself for this gift btw)

Lady Dimitrescu

She's a girl mom to the max, meaning everyone is getting presents in perfectly wrapped paper with a cute note in cursive saying how much she loves you.

100% would sit back with a glass of wine while watching everyone open their presents.

Heisenberg

He makes a tree out of metal scraps and wakes you up by shouting, "Hey! Watch this!" as he electrocutes the entire tree, causing the very wooden ground underneath it to catch on fire.

Claims that the Lycans still believe in Santa.

Has them dress up in elf suits and has them run around the entire village harassing Miranda and the rest of his siblings.

Carlos Oliveira

Buys 400$ worth of Chinese food and calls in sick for the next week because of it.

He's the type of person who would send a video of himself singing "It's Timeee~" to the entire group chat at 12am on Christmas Day.

Sends out a calendar for the New Year to the ENTIRE company except every month is a different photo of him. (HR has gotten involved but they have yet to stop him)

Leon Kennedy

Says that he doesn't like Christmas and that it's his least favorite holiday. (Liar)

Tries spiked eggnog and sugar cookies for the first time and then it all changes.

Shows up to the station wearing a new ugly Christmas sweater each day(Somehow he gets Carlos and Chris in on it too).

Brings candy canes with him when he goes out on patrol to hand out to kids.

Hellboy

Spends his holiday rewatching the original Grinch and going shopping in World Market. (I feel like he'd love Marzipan and Fruit Cake)

Every Christmas he always buys everyone in the Bureau (besides Myers) their favorite bar of chocolate and hands them out at the annual Christmas party.

He's also made it a thing where he dresses up as Santa and goes to the Psych ward to visit the patients(and sometimes Liz).

[saemisic]

Hot Cocoa & Kisses 西村力

synopsis : December is usually the season of gift-giving, and there is nothing more that Y/N wants than for her lover to return to their lovers arms feeling the fuzzy feeling similar to hot cocoa

genre. fluff, fluff, and more fluff slights hints of angst but fluff

wc. 1,009

pairing. Nishimura Riki x fem! reader

tw I mean nothing unless you hate fluff lol

October 23rd, 2024

was the last time you saw your boyfriend Riki in person.

You knew the countless sacrifices he made to achieve his dream. Being in one of the most popular k-pop groups in the market right now has had its You saw how happy being on stage made him, and you weren't one to ask too much, but was it too much to ask for a night back? Probably, knowing the company was practically milking all of ENHYPEN dry.

The part that made this time sting a little more was it was your boyfriend's birthday tomorrow. You had originally planned a secret surprise party but that was thrown out the window when it was announced that ENHYPEN, for their 4th-anniversary celebration would travel to Manila in the Philippines. As much as you were proud of them, you could feel a little part of your heart break knowing that Riki would most likely celebrate his birthday there instead of with you, friends, and family. This year had been rough for the two of you as ENHYPEN had been touring nonstop, and you barely saw him.

Facetime and messages never made up the cuddles, conversations, and all you used to do. Sometimes, when you slept you would cuddle a plushie and pretend it's Riki searching for any kind of warmth. You missed him terribly. The few days they did return didn't help as they were all so exhausted, planning dates and all were a no-go.

Moping around was a pastime you had gotten accustomed to, you wondered how idols managed to keep relationships especially when they're gone 25/8.

The first snow in Korea had happened not long ago, which signaled the start of December. On that day, you hung out with a couple of your friends, the bitter cold nipping at your bones. As days went by you began to see Christmas lights go up, the pink, green blue, and yellow lights lighting up the streets of Seoul. Winter wardrobe had made its comeback, puffy winter jackets, ear muffs, and mittens. Hot cocoa and gingerbreads were being sold by street markets and vendors and overall a jolly mood settled in Korea.

You and Riki always loved hot cocoa, especially during the bitter cold nights. You two would often go out and get some before snuggling up and watching some anime. It had become a sort of tradition since seeing his family in Japan was hard. He always expressed how grateful he was to have you, in his words "The best thing I ever did, was decide to date you".

Currently, you stood in line with your friends, Eunchae, Kyujin, and Jiwoo. All huddled together to try and conserve heat, "Why can't the line move any faster?" you heard Eunchae whine as the cold winds picked up. "Eunchae, shut up everyone in this line is freezing their butts off" quipped Kyujin. A shared look with Jiwoo of sheer exasperation, Kyujin, and Eunchae always bickered about something and anything. "Let's not worry too much you too. See we're about to get out drinks and go back home" you said turning forward as the line got shorter. Grumbling, the two followed suit and soon enough you were ordering your favorite. " Hi sir, can I get a hot chocolate with marshmallows in a large cup to go please". As you walked down to the sitting area, drink in hand, the feeling of missing Riki began to settle since tomorrow was his birthday.

"Y/N let's head back! it’s freezing out here!" jiwoo called out.

Trudging through the snow, you all laughed and talked about Christmas plans, jiwoo was going to go back home for the holidays. Eunchae would spend it with her members and kyujin still had to decide. You were grateful for the girls honestly, they were the people you could reliably fall back on and trust with your life.  They had suffered through your crushing stage of Riki and practically forced you to confess. they had been the mediator any time you guys had an argument. 

As your apartment site came into view you bid the girls a goodbye and a happy holiday before entering the warm building. As you made your way to your apartment and quietly entered, you slipped your shoes off, and suddenly an overwhelming sense came over you - something or someone was in your apartment, unwelcomed. 

You checked the kitchen—nothing. You moved to the living room—still nothing. The bathroom? Again, nothing. You couldn't shake this feeling, and you were starting to get worried. As the door slowly creaked open into your bedroom, a sense of dread filled you. It was dark, with the only light coming from your computer screen. You quietly tiptoed in before hearing something outside, whipping your head, nothing. You were starting to become r over-paranoid. Suddenly, a hand from behind captured your waist and pulled you closer. Shrieking as you hit something tall and hard, a deep laugh rumbled behind you as you turned your body. “Riki?! Oh my gosh dont ever do that again?” you scolded hitting his chest as he held you close.” hi baby” he smiled at you - you pushed yourself off out of his grip and stormed to the bed furious for such a prank.  “Babyyy im sorry, your reaction was so cute though!” Riki tried to defend himself following you to the bed. “Riki pranks are supposed to be funny, not making your own girlfriend paranoid” you snapped back, turning over. 

Although you couldn't hide your smile, he was back in your arms and still the same old boy he was. Then you had a giant man baby crush you as he layed on top, “y/nieeee please, I'm sorryyyyyy” he whined out. As mad as you were you couldn't help but hug him back, it was nice to be able to finally hold him again. “Coming back was the best birthday gift ever” you heard him mutter, a warm fuzzy feeling came over you , just like hot cocoa, as you wanted and hoped this moment would last forever.

saena's afterthoughts: wow, gosh i hate this but i promised so i deliver. I hope you guys enjoy this and happy birthday to my pookie <3 your finally 19!! feedback and constructive feedback is always encouraged and welcomed and thank you so much for reading. I plan to post more often i swear!

[lost-in-fandoms]

Winter warmers day 9: Work holiday party. Maxiel. About 740 words. (yes, 9...don't look at me.)

Max hadn't been planning on going to the work party.

He had been working for the company just for two weeks, barely knows the people in his department, is comfortable having a conversation not about work only with Pierre and Lando, his desk neighbors. He didn't want to have to spend an evening milling around a too fancy banquet hall, making small talk with people he had seen maybe once, and who probably thought he was too young to even be there.

And yet, here he is, a gin tonic in his hand, leaning against the bar and pretending he's really into the conversation Christian, his direct supervisor, had dragged him into. It's something about cricket, maybe. Or golf? Some boring sport, that's for sure.

He looks around the room, fruitlessly trying to find Lando who had disappeared half an hour ago, leaving him stranded, but all he finds is Pierre, an arm thrown around Charles' shoulders, giggling together over some fruity cocktail.

He sighs a little, trying to focus back on whatever Christian is saying, only to immediately get distracted again, supremely bored.

He really should have stayed home.

He waits for a lull in the conversation to excuse himself, taking his now empty glass to the other side of the bar to get a refill.

He's not planning on getting drunk, doesn't want to imagine what he might say to these old boring people if he loses his grip on his self control for even just a little bit, but a second glass won't hurt.

"Not one for golf, then?"

Max only manages not to startle thanks to years and years of training himself not to show emotions people could gain an advantage from, but he still frowns as he turns around.

"Excuse me?" he asks, trying to put as much annoyance in his voice without sounding too rude.

In front of him there is a man with curly hair and lovely brown eyes, in a very nice suit, a glass of something amber and probably disgustingly expensive in his hand. Max has no idea who this person is, but he has learned a long time ago how to recognise people who look important enough to know he can't piss them off, and this guy is for sure one of them. And he's worked way too hard to get this job to lose it because he was rude to some higher up at a stupid Christmas party.

"I saw you run away from Christian and Toto's corner, so I assumed they were having their annual dick measuring contest."

It startles a laugh out of Max, the way he says it so straightforwardly, dick measuring contest, forcing a too posh British accent, even as his other words curl around an Australian accent.

"Dick measuring contest?" he says, still laughing, watching the way the stranger's mouth is ticking up, amusement etched into the wrinkles by his eyes.

"They have a golf competition each year," the man explains, stepping closer to Max to set his glass on the bar counter, close enough for Max to smell his cologne, something unobtrusive and elegant, just slightly musky. It makes his mouth water a little, before he remembers where he is.

"They bet on it," the man says, stepping back, "and every year they argue about cheating."

It makes Max laugh again, half of it just to see satisfaction seep into the stranger's expression, sharpening his smile a little.

"You're new, right? I don't remember seeing you around."

It's an innocent question, Max knows this, but something about the way the man is looking at him makes it sound like he's flirting. Or maybe Max is just projecting, because there is no reason why this gorgeous man would be flirting with him at a work party.

"Yes, I just started," he answers, maybe a beat too late, offering his hand. "Max Verstappen."

The stranger's hand is warm and a bit rough, callouses on his palm that make Max wonder what he does in his free time, how he got them. How they would feel against his skin.

"Daniel Ricciardo," the other says, smiling his most blinding smile yet. "Enchanté."

Then he bends slightly to kiss Max's hand, lips lingering on his skin, beard rough against his knuckles, and Max wonders if this job really is that important to him, or if he'd be willing to risk it for a blow job in the hotel's nearest bathroom.

[pparacxosm]

hunger is ugly

(blue-eyed son 3 !! which, as any third and final installation of a franchise ((back to the future and spiderman withstanding !!!)), is obviously the best one; i’m only half kidding; homeless era!patrick zweig x jaded businesswoman!reader; see parts one and two; tw eggnog; tw coworkers; cw smut but nothing crazy; if you’re seeking closure don’t hold your breath; i’m sick of these two; they clearly don’t know what they want; and i refuse to take blame; tw fitted sheets; tw cocaine talk)

He once told you he couldn’t wear a suit. I couldn’t, he’d said, I’d look ridiculous in a suit. But he cleans up quite nicely, actually.

In fact, he looks good, and you’re not above admitting that. He looks better, actually. Healthier. And he looks handsome in his casual blazer and charcoal linen slacks. Oh God, are you gonna look frumpy beside him?

“I’ve always wanted to go to an office Christmas party,” he says.

You’re on the floor before him, straddling your full length mirror, and all your tumbledown, halfway gutted makeup products are strewn wildly about you.

Your bed, behind you, is a skeleton state, too. When he’d come over, he’d nearly laughed at the fact that you’ve apparently been so busy, your clean bedding is still sitting in a laundry hamper in the corner of the room, and you’ve been sleeping in the inserts on a bare mattress for who knows how long.

Patrick doesn’t pass judgment on the mess in your apartment. He still feels he owes you in some weird, kiss-the-hand-that-fed-you sort of way.

You’re not a slob. You always look put together when you leave the house. You’ve just had to focus on work. You can’t stumble at the finish line. Or… the glass ceiling. Or the penultimate rung on the corporate ladder. Whatever. If you can successfully execute this next product launch, who knows what other doors might open for you. Probably doors in buildings very similar to the one you’re already working in. But that’s nothing to sneeze at. Every morning, you see your reflection in those immaculate windows.

So anyway, it shouldn’t matter. Things just get away from you sometimes.

Patrick’s standing above you pensively reflecting how many undone buttons says Corporate Shindig Eyecandy (Please Give My Date That Promotion) as opposed to Reformed Tennis Heartthrob. His shins are sort of bracketing your hips.

“Well, it’s half an office Christmas party, and half—like—a congratulatory… thing. For Deirdre’s successful proposal,” you murmur, leaning forward, tugging your temple to flatten your eyelid and flick on your liner.

“Aw, what?” he frowns, “Deirdre? We fucking hate Deirdre.”

You laugh. You try not to delude yourself, not to let these moments exist in some flowery vacuum in the eye of your mind, not to ask him to fix your bedding for you. But it’s hard.

Whoever let Sam replace the DJ halfway through the party was either a genius anarchist or too drunk to care.

You know it’s probably the latter. You down the cognacheavy eggnog from your glass and make a disgruntled face. You don’t know what you expected. Shania Twain is belting from the speakers while Sam wiggles his headphones in a dumb, awkward dance.

He’s pretty funny, all things considered, but you’d still like nothing better than to whack him up the head with an ink cartridge.

One of the blousy interns from your department is haplessly flirting with Patrick, pretending he bumped into her and made her plash some eggnog on herself, but she’s trying to be selfaware about it.

“Oh gosh, isn’t this such a cliché: the boss’ plus one wiping a dairybased drink from the subordinate’s—… oh no, I know she’s not technically my boss, but she’s sort of my senior within the company, like on the general corporate ladder, argh, I know, I hate it!”

She could’ve said superior, you think, instead of senior.

You’re feeling too pissy to go and save him from that failed interaction. You turn your back to the crowd and look out of the glossy black windows. That chorus keeps stomping its pointed heels over your fragile nerves.

The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun!

Do you have a little fun? Are you a Good Time? You have to laugh. It’s just a stupid song. But you need the validation.

That’s why Patrick picks the wrong moment to come and talk to you.

“Hey, this chick is chasing me with a napkin around the room.”

You snort. “Not my problem.”

Patrick leans against the buffet, delivering a wry salute when Sam points at him from the DJ booth and winks. “That guy’s something,” Patrick chuckles, “He asked me to sign his dick.”

“Did you?”

Patrick hums like he’s ambivalent and places a large hand on the small of your back. “Would that be good for you, if I did?”

“I’m fun, right?”

You swirl the remains of eggnog in your glass. You ask the question like he’s been holding out some big secret from you.

Patrick blinks. He scoffs in disbelief, but also smirks pointedly at your glass. “You’re asking me?”

You stare at him through the briar lace of your eyelashes. Everyone who’s met him today has had their own lashes drenched in laughter. You hadn’t realised it first. You’d figured those were mutually exclusive things, downandout charm and the breathing room of comfortable success. But no. He’s charming, anyway. It’s just that he’s not haggling for scraps of generosity anymore so much as he’s lapping at the fleeting dregs of likability. And you hate that you notice that, and you hate that you notice him, that you know him, in a sense. Because what are you supposed to do about it?

“Everybody loves you. Just… be objective.”

Patrick still laughs. He rubs his stubble. He should’ve shaved this morning. He thought he was doing something for you, something nice, by coming with you to this thing and wooing everybody’s pants a little tighter, but maybe he’d missed the mark. “You know I can’t be objective.”

“Why not?” You sound petulant, leaning angrily against the buffet. You’re old enough to know what he’s saying, of course. He’s being nice. He’s telling you he thinks you’re fun, that the rest shouldn’t matter, but then he doesn’t need anything. Even when he had nothing. So he wouldn’t get it. He wouldn’t notice.

Patrick tilts his head and narrows his eyes in that way he does when he’s vivisecting you, then clears his throat. “You’re drunk.” He laughs again, a little gratuitous. Then, after a while, “I have fun with you. You’re engaging.”

“Engaging?” you echo, frowning. “Seriously? What am I, an essay?”

“No, I just— Jesus, what do you want me to say?”

You clench your jaw. Okay, you are drunk and you’re at this office party from hell and a hard rain’s a-gonna fall, so goddamn it, he will call you fun.

So you get right into his face. You’re good at that, even if you barely reach his shoulder. “Tell me I’m fun, because I am, and you think I am.”

You try to swat his hand away, but his palm stays put, a hot magnet just above your tailbone, and he doesn’t even look like he’s doing it on purpose. It’s just that he feels an emptiness in his stomach, depressing but also thrilling. Like taking a hit. Like you’re a little bag of white powder. Beyond the dark windows it starts to snow. He used to do a bit of coke, when everything around him dropped dead and started to rot, and he couldn’t stomach the smell. He doesn’t seem like the poster kid for moderation, but the coke was good, and he didn’t let it be any more than that. In fact, at times, the coke was great. The coke was fun. But he couldn’t live with the coke. You understand? He couldn’t settle down in New England and raise a cat with the coke.

“I don’t think I can win with you,” he murmurs, and, for his part, he at least sounds like he needs to change that.

It’s supposed to be a comfort fuck—and you call it fuck in your head dismissively—but it’s too raw and unknown. You’ve spent so much time in this questionable relationship with existence in his life. In and out. You thought you’d learned him, or at least learned the both of you, but his hands on you, his mouth on you—it’s frightening, finite, foreign. Somehow divorced from this man who, for all his egofueled casual mania, doles out intimacy like free samples.

This is what it feels like to watch him unravel, but it’s not just beggar’s desperation. No, he’s making room for someone else beside him in a way he hasn’t in a long time.

He keeps touching every part of you, frantically, trying to feel all of you, sinking his head between your thighs with a groan of relief, immersing himself in another body. But not just any body, because he keeps mouthing your name. As if to remind you that he is here, and you let him in. Because it matters that it’s you, that someone who knows him is letting him in. He’s humming to himself as you come against his fingers and mouth.

... hunger is ugly... souls are forgotten... I’ll tell it and think it and speak it and breathe it...

You like his full weight on you, sinking you into your undressed mattress, trapping you, suffocating you under his bottomless gloom. He has one hand on your thigh. He lifts it at an uncomfortable angle, sinking his cock deeper into you, making it ache. How does he know you like that, anyway? He doesn’t. He noticed.

You want to resent what he’s doing here, which is trying to ‘win with you’. Because he’s been on a winning streak, and you’re not about to spoil that.

And these demeaning, mechanical thoughts probably aren’t reflective of his inner monologue at the moment, but it’s easier to believe he doesn’t respect you than to contend with this whole thing.

You want to tell him, you don’t know what I like, but he starts talking about this tournament. There’s a match in Boston, for real this time. You’re having trouble paying attention.

You fall asleep with him still inside you, head on your chest, and you, crushed comfortably by his weight.  

You wake up before him. He must have rolled off you in the middle of the night. He’s sleeping next to you, one hand stretched towards you, head on the pillow at a strange angle.

You turn away quickly.

You sit on the edge of the bed, breathing in and out, staring at the heap of his cocktail wear on the floor. You feel sore and stupefied. You feel cramps in your muscles. You feel weak in the best and worst way possible. You keep breathing in and out, hoping you’re keeping quiet.

But he wakes up anyway.

You can feel his gentle eyes on the slightly hunched line of your back.

“Hey.”

“Morning,” you mumble, throat dry. Why does it have to be morning? Why does it always have to be morning?

“Come back here,” he says, as if it weren’t morning.

You shake your head softly.

His silence is edifying. It goes on for too long.

“You’re not gonna stay, are you?” you ask, serious and formal, gripping the edge of the mattress. You clench your jaw, body taut.

You can hear him swallow, throat working to get the syllables out.

“I’m not, like… leaving you.”

You close your eyes.

“No, I mean—yeah,” you chuckle miserably. “You’re probably doing the right thing. The best thing for you.”

You feel the tears slide out one by one, and your shoulders shake slightly.

“Please don’t cry.” He’s using that soft and primordially tentative voice he uses with your cat. “I’m not worth it.”

You look over your shoulder at him. “Then why is it so fucking hard to watch you go?”

It’s only recently you’ve started getting angry with him. You used to get grudgingly amused, perhaps vaguely reproachful, but now his stupid face just makes you livid.

His eyes tremble pensively. “I don’t know. But that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You turn your head away, rolling and wiping your eyes at the same time. “I just don’t see how it could work.”

And there’s a door he could open for you. There’s something he could say at this juncture to reassure you, momentarily, that it could. But he can’t bring himself to lie, because he cares about you too much to take a bump of that powder.

He hangs his head and looks at the beautiful line of your back, memorising it.

Then he gets up.

“I’m gonna make coffee, then we can get that fucking fitted sheet on, alright?”

You nod absently. You don’t turn to look at him as he puts on his clothes.

He comes up to you before he leaves. He runs his finger under your chin and lifts it up. There’s a kitten scratch on his cuticle.

You could come watch the match.

But he doesn’t say that. You haven’t seen him play since New Rochelle. “I’ll fill the demon’s bowl. I think she’s starting to like me.”

You laugh, wiping more tears.

Patrick takes that hand, your hand, wet with tears, and brings it to his mouth. He kisses and licks the salt away. He keeps it there for a moment longer than he should. You gently pull away.

You only exhale when he’s gone.

Toby slinks out from behind your mirror, swishing her tail back and forth in contempt.

You narrow your eyes. “Oh, shut up,” you whisper.

[hhughes]

what did luke and vi get eachother for christmas 👀

violet gave luke . . .

a video compilation of different moments of her throughout the first semester of senior year. just little events or parties or games or whatnot she’s went to at mich this year so far. she’s basically been vlogging for him since the start of school. edited it and now she’s giving it to him. it’s just a sweet little ‘here’s everything that’s happened’ so he doesn’t feel left out. bc she knows he does. she knows he misses mich, and as happy as he is about playing in the nhl, a part of him still wishes he was there with her, and this way he can be.

lingerie😌it’s hers but it’s more a gift for him yk?

she got him a pretty expensive watch, because he’s been complaining about wanting to get a new one that will go well with his suits

she got him some clothes, because she loves shopping for him

she got them those lights where they each get one and you can like communicate with them. (she’s just trying to find things to make luke feel a bit closer cause they’ve both been struggling with long distance quite a bit)

luke gave violet . . .

luke went above and beyond as always and got violet VIP tickets to see a show this weekend at a really prestigious dance company in new york. she’s heading back to jersey with them for a few days anyway so they’ll do that this weekend. he also managed to get her enrolled for a a few workshops at the same prestigious dance company with a few really prestigious dancers and choreographers (it’s a big deal and she’s so very excited)

new sneakers she’s been eyeing but won’t buy herself because she says she already has too many but luke thinks she deserves more

[vintageshanny]

Christmas Kisses - Part 2 - Start the New Year Off Right

Content: Takes place in December of 1976 and mentions Elvis’ loneliness at that time. A little bit of angst, some smut, and a lot of fluff. This is basically my Christmas gift to Elvis, telling him how wonderful he is. ❤️ 18+

Read part one here: Christmas Kisses

Josephine gave herself one last look in the mirror as she heard a pounding at the door.

“Coming!” she called out as she grabbed her purse and keys. A man with brown hair graying around the temples opened the door. He didn’t even bother to introduce himself but just gave her a slight nod and motioned for her to follow.

The man finally spoke when they turned onto Elvis Presley Boulevard. “So how’d you and the boss meet?” Josephine detected a hint of something in his tone...animosity maybe?

“Oh, well, we, uh, we both just happened to be looking for company on Christmas Eve.” Josephine tried to select her words carefully but realized she had made herself sound like a hooker. “I mean, not company like that, but um, just someone to talk to.” She could feel herself turning red as the man beside her chuckled. “He’s just a very nice man,” she finished with a whisper.

“Hmm. He can be,” the man muttered, almost to himself, as they pulled up the drive to Graceland.

Josephine got out and steadied herself on the rhinestone heels she had picked out to wear. Elvis had called her just once since last week, to confirm that she still wanted to come to his party. He gave no indication of how fancy it was going to be, and she was too nervous to ask. They’d had such a great connection in person, but on the phone he almost sounded like he was embarrassed that he’d let himself get so vulnerable. She decided it would be better to be dressed up than to be looking too casual at a fancy party.

Elvis nervously paced the living room, trying to be attentive to his friends and their families as his mind drifted to Josephine. She would be here any minute, and he felt strangely nervous. After she’d went back home on Christmas, he had replayed their conversation in his head, wondering what on God’s green Earth had possessed him to open up so much to a woman he’d just met. Some of the things he’d shared had been downright embarrassing. She must think he’s a complete fool, asking if it’s okay that he couldn’t get it up all the time.

Josephine walked through the doorway and instantly spotted Elvis, dressed in a light blue suit. Their eyes locked and she saw his jaw go a little slack as he approached her.

“I’m sorry, I might be a little overdressed. I wasn’t sure what to wear,” Joesphine murmured as he grabbed her hand and looked her up and down, his eyes sparkling with delight at her curve-hugging black sequined jumpsuit.

“Naw honey, ya look perfect, jus’ beautiful,” he murmured as he pulled her in for a hug. “I mean, wow,” he exclaimed as he pulled back and looked again.

“Now you’re gonna make me blush,” Josephine smiled. “You look pretty ‘wow’ yourself,” she added, her eyes roaming over his physique.

Elvis just laughed a little and looked nervously at the ground, not sure if she was just being nice.

He pulled her into the living room and started introducing her to his friends, his hand gently caressing the small of her back. His hands pretty much stayed on her all evening, wrapped around her waist, rubbing her shoulder, playfully pinching her side. Josephine reveled in the affection after such a dry spell.

“So,” Elvis whispered in her ear as they sat snuggled up on the couch together. “Are ya gonna give me a kiss at midnight?”

Feeling somewhat emboldened by the tender look in his eyes, Josephine leaned over close and whispered back. “I’ll give you anything you want at midnight.” She let her hand squeeze his thigh ever so slightly, and she could hear his breath hitch in response.

Elvis looked into Josephine’s eyes, his heart racing a little bit at what she’d whispered. He usually felt a little apprehensive about a woman being so forward, but he could see the tenderness in her eyes, and he knew this offer was from her heart. He wanted to kiss her so badly right here on this couch, company be damned, but he knew that if he got aroused, the opportunity to take advantage of it might be limited.

“Honey,” Elvis said lowly, glancing around to make sure everyone was preoccupied with their own conversations, “can I-I-I, uh, show ya somethin’ upstairs?”

“Absolutely,” Josephine responded, nerves and excitement making her body tingle. Elvis grabbed her hand and led her through the kitchen and up the back staircase as discreetly as possible.

“What did you want to show me?” Josephine asked with an innocent smile as Elvis locked the door to his bedroom behind them.

“Honey I jus’ needed ta do this without all them nosy sets of eyes watchin.’” Elvis grabbed her waist and pulled her in close to him, his soft lips crashing into hers. He took his time kissing her, his hands rubbing her back. He reached down and gave her ample bottom a squeeze as his tongue slipped into her mouth. “Can I see more of ya, baby?” Elvis murmured as he reached for the zipper on the back of her jumpsuit.

“Mmm-hmm,” Josephine tingled with anticipation as he slowly pulled the zipper down. She leaned slightly forward and let the jumpsuit slip down, the fabric pooling around her ankles. She carefully stepped out of it, now standing before him in just her heels and a pale pink bra and panties.

“Goddamn,” Elvis breathed out as he took in the sight of her. He reached out and squeezed one of her breasts, seeing the way her nipple hardened through the thin fabric. He let his hand trail down her stomach, his fingertips brushing over the waistband of her panties, sliding down over the silky material and settling in between her thighs, feeling the warmth and dampness that awaited him there. With his other hand, he pulled down each bra strap, one at a time, letting the material fall and expose her soft, round breasts to him, both nipples now begging to be licked.

“Ohhhhh,” Josephine let out a guttural moan as Elvis leaned down and caught one of her nipples in between his teeth, tugging ever so gently. As he sucked on her, his hand down below slipped inside of her panties and continued its rubbing there. His fingers explored every part, tracing through her little mound of hair, rubbing her soft lips, sliding through the wetness, pushing gently inside of her. As Elvis switched his mouth to her other nipple, Josephine continued to let out soft moans, unable to control herself.

“Ya like that baby?” Elvis asked in a low gravelly voice, his lips tracing up over her collarbone and attaching to her neck. His fingers continued their intricate dance inside of her panties.

“Oh God, yes,” Josephine groaned, her eyes fluttering down to see that he seemed to be enjoying it very much as well. She reached out and started to unbuckle his pants. She noticed that he tensed up ever so slightly, but he let her continue, removing his hand from her panties so he could help undress himself.

As he slid his pants off and removed his jacket and shirt, Josephine felt her heart racing at the sight of his body, that broad hairy chest now on full display. She couldn’t help but notice that he looked a little bit shy standing before her in just his white briefs, and she wondered if he knew how sexy he was.

“Elvis,” she whispered, stepping forward, letting her hand run down his chest and over his stomach. She grabbed his hand and put it back inside her panties, missing the feeling of him touching her. “It feels so good to have your hands on me.”

Elvis smiled that cute little crooked grin and let his fingers play with her again. “Is that right, baby? What else do ya think would feel good?”

Josephine could see from the bulge in his underwear that he still seemed to be enjoying himself, so she decided to encourage him. She reached out and pulled on the waistband of his underwear, peeking down at his thick hard dick that looked like it was aching to be set free. It looked so good. “I would love to feel this inside of me,” she whispered, barely able to think straight from the feeling of his fingers massaging her most intimate parts.

“I would love that too, honey.” Elvis slid her panties down her legs and helped her onto the bed, leaning her back against the pillows. He slipped off his own underwear, letting himself spring free, and laid between her legs. “Lemme jus’ make sure you’re good and ready for me first.” He really needed to make sure that he was good and ready, but she didn’t need to know all that.

As he lapped at her soft folds with his tongue, he could feel his dick growing harder and harder until he knew it was now or never. He quickly pulled himself up and lined up with her soaking wet entrance, sliding in, feeling the way her opening gripped him so tightly. A couple of pumps and he’d probably be done for. Lucky for him, it seemed like she was almost ready, too.

“Ohhh, God, Elvis!” Josephine wailed out as he pushed all the way inside of her, beads of sweat forming at the gray hair on his temples. “Oh, that feels so good,” she whimpered, feeling him thrust in and out. He knew he was about to explode and needed to make sure she was satisfied. He reached down and rubbed her little nub as he continued thrusting, and it sent her over the edge. As she moaned his name and clenched around him, her legs shaking, he thrust one last time, feeling himself cum deep inside of her.

Josephine loved the feeling as he lowered his body onto hers, pinning her against the mattress, his softening dick still inside of her. As they lay there in a state of bliss, the clock struck midnight.

“Baby, where’s my midnight kiss?” Elvis laughed as he lifted his head and planted one on her.

“I think I gave you a lot better than just a kiss,” Josephine giggled, hugging his body tightly against her own. She didn’t want him to leave her ever.

“Ya sure did, honey. Hmm, I don’ think I’ve ever been inside of someone at midnight on New Year’s Eve. Gotta start the year off right, I s’pose.”

“Do you think they’re wondering where we are?” Josephine asked as Elvis finally slid out of her and rolled to the edge of the bed, pulling his underwear back on.

“Nah, they probably jus’ figure the old man has gone to bed early,” Elvis said in that self-deprecating way.

“Elvis, you’re not old!” Josephine insisted.

“I don’ know, baby, I think ya jus’ bring somethin’ outta me. I’ll tell ya honey, I ain’t been this aroused in a long time.”

“Well, I hope you know that even if you hadn’t been so, um, aroused, I still would’ve had a great time with you.” Josephine moved over behind him and wrapped her arms around him, leaning her head on the back of his shoulder.

Elvis turned and kissed the top of her head. “That’s sweet of ya, honey. I gotta use the bathroom. There’s some pajamas in the drawer there if ya wanna wear some.” He nodded toward the dresser and headed for the bathroom.

As Josephine pulled herself up and slipped into a navy blue nightshirt, realizing for the first time that he was expecting her to spend the night, she noticed a partially crumpled piece of paper on the floor next to the garbage can. She picked it up to throw it away, but a couple words jumped out at her. She smoothed the paper out and her heart sank into her stomach as she read the note that was written.

“Help me Lord to get through all of this. I am so tired of it. I think I would like to sleep forever but rest does not come easy for me. Show me a way out from these problems.”

Just as she was about to put the note back, Elvis emerged from the bathroom in his robe and saw it in her hand. She could see the immediate flush of anger spread over his face.

“What the hell do ya think you’re doin’? Pickin’ through my garbage? Ya gonna sell that to the press like those damn vultures who used ta call themselves my friends?”

Josephine tried to keep her voice calm as she responded to his rage. “Elvis, I’m sorry. I found it on the floor, and -”

“Like hell!” Elvis continued to explode with anger. “Why don’t ya jus’ get the hell outta my house! Come over here and seduce me jus’ ta betray me like this!”

“Elvis, I’m not going to leave with you this upset. I need to make sure you’re okay. You can keep yelling, but I’m going to stay here with you.”

The fire still burned in Elvis’ eyes. He picked up the only thing that was within reach, a book, and flung it against the wall. Then he turned and headed back in the bathroom, locking the door behind him.

Josephine sighed and sat down next to the bathroom door, her back leaned against the wall. “Elvis, can you hear me?” No response. “Elvis, I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to pry. It was an honest mistake.” At this she heard a low grunt, but no movement to come back out. “Look, I don’t know if you’re just mad or if you’re embarrassed or feeling vulnerable, but I want you to know that I understand. To be honest, I’ve said a lot of prayers that sound just like this. Life is hard sometimes, y’know? And I can’t even imagine the kind of pressure you must face.” The lock turned and the door opened. Elvis shuffled back out and sat on the edge of the bed, looking a little sheepish at his angry outburst.

“I’m sorry I screamed at ya honey, I know ya weren’t tryin’ ta snoop.”

“Elvis, you don’t have to hide from me. I want to be here for you.”

“I’m supposed to be the strong one. I have to take care of everyone, I don’t know any other way.” Elvis’ head dropped down, and it broke Josephine’s heart to see him look so defeated.

“It’s okay to let someone take care of you sometimes, too. You don’t deserve to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. Let me take care of you,” Josephine implored, rising and joining him on the bed.

“Honey, I think you’re real sweet, but ya don’t know what you’re gettin’ into. I mean, I’d love ta see ya some more, but I can’t ask ya ta take care of me.”

Josephine reached over and grabbed Elvis’ face, turning it toward her own. “Elvis, look, we don’t have to talk about a future together this early. But I see how strong you are, how brave you are, and how tired you look. You said yourself, ‘start the new year off right.’ Let me take care of you tonight. At least this once. Let your guard down and just let me love you.”

“What are ya gonna do?” Elvis asked, trying to blink back the tears that had formed at her kind words.

“I’m going to give you a nice bath, tuck you into bed, and just hold you in my arms. Can we do that?”

Elvis nodded and let her lead him back into the bathroom. He sat on his chair and watched as she drew the bath, testing the water temperature with her wrist. She helped him up from the chair and untied his robe, slipping it off of his shoulders. She could see him blush a little bit as she slid his underwear down his legs, but he didn’t resist. She tried not to stare at his soft chubby penis dangling between his legs as she helped him into the bath, but she must have been unsuccessful.

Elvis smiled a little bit as he asked, “Why are ya blushin’, honey? I’m the one who’s standin’ here naked as the day I was born.”

“I’m sorry,” Josephine whispered, feeling the blush grow deeper. “I just want you to relax and be taken care of, but you have a very sexy body. It’s hard not to notice it.”

The smile spread across Elvis’ face as he lowered himself into the water. “You’re a real sweetheart, honey.” He lay back against the tub as Josephine found some soap and a washcloth and got to work. She gently scrubbed every part of his body – his chest, his back, his pubic area, even in between his toes. “That all feels real nice, honey.”

“I told you, it’s okay to just relax and let someone take care of you sometimes.” She swallowed nervously before continuing. “About the note I found, I know it’s personal, but please know you can always talk to me. Okay?”

Elvis just nodded but didn’t say anything more about it.

Josephine helped him out of the bath and grabbed a clean towel to dry him with. She started with his shoulders and worked her way down, kneeling to get everything from the waist down. As she gingerly dried his private area, he looked down and smiled.

“Are ya lookin’ at my sexy body again?”

Josephine laughed and nodded. “Well, there’s a big hunk of sexiness in front of my face right now.”

Elvis chuckled at that description. “Hmm, I’ve never thought of him as bein’ particularly sexy lookin.’”

“Are you crazy?” Josephine asked, looking up in surprise. “He, I mean it,” she laughed, “is very sexy.” To drive home her point, she leaned in and gave a soft kiss to his velvety smooth foreskin.

“Ooh,” Elvis responded as a little shiver went through him. “Gonna be hard ta relax if you’re doin’ stuff like that, honey.”

“Sorry, I just had to have a little taste,” Josephine smiled.

“Maybe ya can have another taste later,” Elvis teased.

Josephine led him over to the dresser and helped him into a pair of pajamas.

“I jus’ need my medicine,” Elvis said, swallowing some pills with some water before laying down on the bed.

Josephine laid down next to him, snuggling up against his chest and letting her arm wrap around his stomach, her fingertips gently massaging him.

“Baby?” Elvis asked, his words starting to slur from exhaustion.

“Yes, Elvis?”

“Thanks for not leavin’ me,” he whispered, his eyelids drooping shut. “Thanks for takin’ care of me.”

“Of course,” she responded, holding him close as he drifted off to sleep. “I love you.”

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[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑒𝓊𝓍. 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓁𝑒𝓉𝑜𝑒.

✿ summary: getting stranded at a party might not be the best thing ever, but meeting the famous french striker under mistletoe is definitely a plus

✿ ft. noel noa

sitting alone at the bar at a christmas party you weren't invited to wasn't the best feeling in the world. your best friend, who used you as her work partner's plus one, had left you, preferring to "work." the poor athletes were almost running from her if they saw her, leaving her to wallow in the corner without you.

the non-alcoholic drinks you were forced to consume as the designated driver weren't exactly helping you pass the time, only making your bladder feel smaller and smaller. getting up from the bar, you ventured deeper into the party to find the bathroom.

as you walked, your eyes couldn't help but wander around, trying to find your friend, but to no avail. you slowly remembered what happened right before you entered the party.

"[y/n]! you have to keep your eyes open!"

"what? take a breath-"

"i can't! not when noel noa is here!" she frantically flicked her head from side to side, scanning the empty streets like he was going to appear like magic. 

“that’s the famous striker, right?”

"only the number one striker in the world! you have to find him and call me. if i see him here and interview him, i could get that promotion." she sounded hopeful, a smile on her face, but it dropped, her rbf shining through her happy persona when she saw your skeptical expression.

"pwease [y/n]~" she grabbed your hands and begged, almost getting down on her knees. 

“ok, ok! i’ll help you find this guy. just please get off the floor. someone could have puked on that.”

"thank you, [y/n]!" her bone-crushing hug knocked the wind out of you. once that bodyguard let you in, she ran around like a chicken without a head, trying to find the mystery man. too bad you didn't know what the famous striker looked like. you didn't know his nationality or team; you just knew his name and the position he played. not very helpful.

the tinkling of martini glasses and the sound of heels across the marble floors echoed across the room. popping champagne bottles, squeals, screams, and forced laughter would occasionally pipe up, always sounding the same. a massive christmas tree filled with tinsel, ornaments, lights, and anything else you could imagine decorated the room perfectly, lighting up the space and almost brushing the towering ceilings. you felt like an ant in the room, as if the room knew you didn't belong here.

the bathroom line felt like eternity, like when you were younger and had a nightmare, that stupid clock ticking every second going on until you finally fell asleep under your blankets. soon the line dwindled and dwindled down until you finally could get in and out. you dried your hands on the air dryer and shook your hands to get any remaining water off as you walked out the door.

now, you have nothing to do. you didn't work for this company, hell, you didn't even know what they did. everyone here looked rich and reeked of money. at least when you were in line for the bathroom, you had a purpose. but now you were just standing there. you felt like a ghost, people passing through you, not even acknowledging your existence.

you just wanted to go back to the bar; who cared what look that bartender would give you. so that's what you did, walking past women with candy cane red lips and men who smelled like more than you would ever make in a lifetime. suits and dresses that seemed so foreign to you.

but out of the corner of your eye, you saw your friend in that velvet low-cut tight dress on the second-floor mezzanine. she was talking to some expensive-looking man with a girl probably half his age on his arm; she was putting on that fake smile and laugh.

she had left you for a solid two and a half hours; you were going to hang out with someone. and that someone was going to be her.

so you made your way to the luxurious stairs, cascading velvety carpets that could rival the British monarchs. you excused yourself when you bumped into someone and finally reached the stairs, some men coming down them.

while passing a rather tall and muscular man, one of his friends whistled and laughed at the man who paused, along with you. both of you turned to see his friends; the one whistling and giggling looked way too drunk to be going anywhere near stairs. the man was holding onto a bland-looking one with blue eyes who looked rather nervous, trying to steady the swaying one.

you shot him a confused glance, your eyebrows raising in confusion, before turning your attention to the man standing beside you. his head was tilted upward, his gaze fixated on an arrangement of ferns- mistletoe, delicately suspended above. the soft glow from twinkling fairy lights adorned the surroundings.

in that moment, realization dawned upon you, and your eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and understanding. the air around you felt harder to inhale. you instinctively took a step back, caught off guard by the situation. however, the man beside you moved quicker than you’ve ever seen, his eyes widening in concern.

time seemed to slow as his arms encircled you, preventing any further descent down the stairs. the touch was both reassuring and electrifying. as you looked up into his eyes, you couldn't help but notice the subtle warmth that lingered. it felt so cliche. 

"are you alright?" his voice was filled with genuine concern, and you could feel yourself relax into his arms with those words.

but even with his words, your mind trailed off, going to admire him. what was he? a model? his cologne smells expensive, like every other perfume and cologne here, but at the same time it was distinct. there was an underlying uniqueness, a grounding minimalism that set it apart. you couldn't quite pinpoint it, but it held an allure that was nothing like you ever felt before.

you felt gross, disgusted even at what you were doing, taking him in like this, memorizing the details- his scent, the curve of his lips. god, you felt like a pervert. you chided yourself, feeling a twinge of discomfort at your own actions.

"i'm fine... sorry about that," you stammered, breaking the spell of your silent observations. awkwardness settled in, magnified by the awareness that his friends, the blonde one with a sly smirk and the black-haired one appearing uneasy, were keenly observing the exchange. your gaze flickered between them, questioning the dynamics of the trio.

"it’s fine. as long as you’re alright." the moment ended with him helping you back onto your feet, looking you over to double-check if you weren't lying.

"it's fine. as long as you're alright," he reassured, gracefully helping you back onto your feet. his lingering concern painted a genuine sincerity across his features, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of gratitude. as the moment concluded, his eyes scanned over you once more, ensuring your well-being. 

“don’t forget-” hick “to kiss you two,” the drunk man laughed hard, almost falling off of the bland one's shoulder who grabbed him quickly.

"don't forget-" a hiccup interrupted the drunken man's proclamation, “to kiss you two,” he abruptly erupted into laughter, teetering dangerously on the edge of his bland companion's shoulder. 

who the hell was this guy? your life wasn't some circus to watch, forcing you to kiss this random stranger.

"i'm sorry about him," the boy apologized, his eyes reflecting a mix of embarrassment and genuine remorse. "come on, let's go." he attempted to drag the blonde one down the stairs, who continued to whine about wanting to witness some "action." eventually, the duo disappeared, leaving you and the intriguing white-haired man alone on the stairs.

the silence that followed carried a unique tension, the remnants of an awkward encounter mingling with the loud ambiance of the surroundings. The mistletoe above seemed to cast a soft glow, as if nature itself was conspiring against you two.

"that guy’s something," you remarked, breaking the quietude with a light-hearted tone, attempting to diffuse the lingering discomfort. The white-haired man offered a wry smile, his eyes holding a subtle amusement that hinted at shared bemusement.

“so… why are you here?” you ask him to try to prolonged the conversation for as long as possible.

"They're organizing this celebration for my team."

“you’re team?” you ask a little confused.

“Bastard München” he responds curtley.

Realization finally dawns on you, and you recognize the man in front of you.

“are you- are you noel noa?” you stammered, feeling like some teenage girl. you didn’t even know much about this guy, but your friend went on and on about him. you always tuned her out, but she seemed so passionate about him.

“kiss! smoochie smoochie time~!”

“kaiser!” 

"get-" a loud grunting noise left the blonde, and a squawking noise left the other, "off of me, isagi!" they struggled against each other, arms reaching out to try and push them off each other.

“i thought they left,” you tried to laugh but when you looked back at the famous man in front of you, you stopped. his face almost seemed blank with a tinge of surprise if you could even call it that.

“it can’t be helped,” he sighed, his voice carrying a gentle undertone that resonated with unspoken emotions. as he reached up, his fingers delicately traced the outline of your face, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. his eyes, a reflection of emotions too deep for words, held yours in a silent conversation.

a quiet pause lingered in the air, building anticipation, before he slowly leaned in. in that moment, time seemed to suspend, and the world around you faded away. 

his breath, warm against your skin, and as he closed the distance between you, his lips met yours in a soft, lingering kiss starting with a tender press of lips. both of your arms remained at your sides not wanting to overstep the invisible boundary. even without hands, it was as if each touch was a gentle caress, a delicate deliberate pressure. the sensation was feather-light, a sweet brush of affection that spoke volumes in its subtlety. each movement was a caress, as if exploring the contours of your lips in a sweet, unhurried dance. it was the opposite of forceful, a slow, deliberate exploration, leaving a lingering warmth.

even when he pulled away, cheeks dusted pink, promising his manager would send you tickets to the next match, you could still smell that expensive cologne after he left.

[happilyhertale]

Good Girl – Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: At your husband's company Christmas party, you both had enough to drink to enjoy the special togetherness.

Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Oral (m receiving)

Author’s note: As we are already celebrating Christmas here on Christmas Eve, I wish you all a wonderful Christmas! x3

English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 1.3 k

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In the midst of the festive celebration, Christmas tunes echo through the room, enticing some to sway to the gentle rhythm and fill the dance floor. Diverse faces fill the room, reflecting the culmination of another triumphant year for your husband's company. The cheers extend beyond the staff, as the company's valued customers are invited to join in the celebration.

Over the course of the evening, Daemon talks animatedly with various people. But every time you pass him, he takes the opportunity to tenderly stroke your arm or give you a fleeting kiss on the lips or neck.

The hall, resplendent in seasonal splendour, exudes the delightful scent of cinnamon and mulled wine and elicits you a constant smile. Maybe that's why you've already had a few drinks. You stroll leisurely through the crowd, savouring your drink and watching the harmonious movements of the dancing couples.

A smile plays around your lips as you happen to spot a table with mistletoe on it. Without hesitation, you grab it and put your glass aside, determined to find your beloved.

With the mistletoe in your hand, you walk through the crowd in search of Daemon. But you don't find him straight away. There are men in suits everywhere, but no Daemon among them. Undeterred, you continue your search until you spot him and realise that he is watching you from a far corner.

With his drink in hand, a knowing smile plays around his lips and his eyes are fixed solely on you. As you approach him, your grin widens as you hide the mistletoe behind your back. Now that you are closer, you also recognise the effects of his drinking, a notion that strangely fascinates you.

As you stand in front of him, he grins as much as you do, but as you are shorter, you have to look up to meet his gaze. Before a word is exchanged, you stand on tiptoe and try to place the mistletoe above his head. His gaze rises briefly, accompanied by a light laugh.

"You have to kiss me... That promises happiness and eternal love," you whisper, grinning slightly in anticipation of what will follow. Without hesitation, Daemon leans down and begins a tender kiss. His arms wrap around you and pull you closer to him. The roles swap, and a short laugh escapes you as Daemon breaks the kiss, his eyes fixed on you, a slight furrow in his brow.

"I've never made a woman laugh when I've kissed her..." he mutters, and the traces of intoxication are clearly audible in his speech. You quickly shake your head, "No, that's not what I meant.."

Before you can finish your sentence, Daemon takes your hand and leads you away, into a secluded corner. The sounds of conversation and laughter fade into the distance as he pulls you closer to him. But you notice him leaning slightly against the wall to support himself, which makes you smile.

"Then show me what you meant," he murmurs and his breath mingles with your hair. Your attention returns to what's about to follow and your response is a slight lip-biting as you savour the intimacy of the moment.

A brief kiss meets his lips before you sink to your knees. Your hands glide gently down his body, feeling every muscle. A gentle grip on your hair signals his anticipation, which is also reflected in his smile. Your hands come to a stop at his belt, slowly starting to undo it as you notice the bulge in his crotch getting bigger. With a clink, his belt gives way and you turn to his trousers, don't hesitate for long and reach in, freeing his hot member.

Your mouth waters as you bite your lip. Your fingers embrace his length, your thumb glides slowly over the tip before you pump him a few times, gently moving your hand up and down and hearing Daemon hiss. He watches you closely and now strokes his hand through your hair almost tenderly.

"Show Daddy what a good girl you can be," he murmurs, and you don't hesitate for long and obey. Your lips now do the work of your hand and enclose his hard manhood. Your head moves up and down and you start to suck. Your gaze is fixed on Daemon, who is breathing harder and harder and leaning further against the wall. But you feel his hand grip your hair tighter and his fingers curl as he hears you moan.

"Such a good girl... Sucks Daddy's cock so good," Daemon grunts, but his voice is replaced by a moan. You do your best to take his cock all the way into your mouth, but you gag slightly as Daemon thrusts his hips forwards. Daemon moans again, the grip in your hair tightening as his hips thrust forward once more.

As you take him deep into your mouth, work your tongue around the underside and start to speed up, following the movements of his hips. You hollow your cheeks, your eyes always on Daemon. You whimper slightly and try to breathe calmly through your nose, but you can feel your own arousal kicking in and slowly soaking your panties.

"Your mouth is so perfect... Always so willing to receive my cock..." you hear Daemon grunt in praise and the praise floods your body with desire. You know what's behind his words, but it was also flattering and you never got tired of hearing it. Your eyes meet and you can see the desire in his eyes, the look of praise. He places his hand on your jaw as your mouth takes him all in. His thumb strokes the side of your full mouth as your moan vibrates through his cock.

"My good girl," Daemon grunts again, but you sense that he's about to pump his cum deep down your throat. You let your mouth glide faster over his length, alternating with a gentle tongue game on the tip of his cock.

Daemon groans loudly, his hand now gripping your hair almost brutally and he breathes heavily as if he's just completed a marathon. A low growl escapes his lips as he thrusts as far into you as he can, and you eagerly take his cock into your mouth.

"Fuck yes..." he moans as your hand suddenly grips his balls and massages them while your mouth works its wonders.

"Be a good girl and swallow my juice," he moans and thrusts deep into your throat. He moans loudly and wets your mouth with white. As his cock shoots its first shot, he can see your eyes widen briefly in surprise. You gag briefly, but do your best to swallow his cum. Your hand closes tighter around his balls while your eyes are fixed on Daemon. He groans as he feels the pressure and empties himself completely into your mouth. His eyes close as his hips jerk a few more times.

Breathing heavily, he loosens his grip on your hair and strokes it almost gently again. You slowly release him from your mouth, licking gently along his length to leave him clean. He gasps a little, but smiles back at you as you stand up again, his hand on your cheek.

His hand slides down your neck and pulls you closer to him, kissing you passionately.

"How about we go home? I could spoil my good girl a little..." he murmurs against your lips. You giggle slightly in anticipation and nod at him.

"That laugh again..," he mumbles as he pulls the zip of his trousers back up, then takes your hand and pulls you with him – the smile never leaving your lips.

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[dragonkeeper19600]

Submas Nutcracker AU because you people roped me into this.

So, since the twins’ sygna suits debuted in Pokémon Masters, I’ve seen a bunch of people drawing both twins as nutcrackers, which makes since because there are a lot of visual similarities between the snazzy conductors’ outfits they wear and the Hussar uniform you usually see on a nutcracker.

However, in the story, there’s only one nutcracker, so I decided Ingo is going to be our nutcracker. Emmet, on the other hand, gets to be Drosselmeier.

As for our main heroine, Akari will be filling in the Marie/Clara role. And before you guys freak out, no, no romance forms between Akari and Ingo here. Their relationship is more of a surrogate father/daughter bond because, you see, in this AU, Akari is an orphan.

Akari spent most of her childhood on the streets, with only her Pokémon, a stray Eevee, for company. Eventually, she was taken in by Cyllene, who in this AU owns a cleaning service that employs several workers. Akari is basically hired out as a cleaner to homes that can’t afford to employ a maid full time. It’s not a great arrangement. Cyllene does not view Akari as a daughter, and while she provides Akari with free meals, room, and board, she doesn’t pay her anything beyond that. Cyllene’s mentality is basically, “If you want to be taken care of, you’d better work.”

Cyllene did let Akari keep Eevee on the grounds that the pseudo 19th century European setting is dangerous, and Akari could use some protection. But the truth is Akari is so busy with work that she doesn’t get much time to train Eevee, so Eevee is pretty weak.

One Christmas Eve, Akari is hired out to the opulent home of Chairman Rose, who’s throwing a massive Christmas party and could use extra staff.

Akari has never been in a party like this, and even though Cyllene has forbidden her from eating any of the food, touching any of the gifts, or speaking to any of the guests, just to be in the midst of this house with all its decorations and splendor leaves her in awe.

However, she does have her work cut out for her. A lot of the guests brought their kids to the party, and these kids are clearly not used to cleaning up after themselves. The worst offender is Chairman Rose’s young ward, Bede, who seems to delight in purposely dropping things for Akari to pick up.

As you might have guessed, Emmet is at this party. But not as a guest. Emmet in this AU is a toy maker, and Chairman Rose hired him to create an elaborate clockwork display for the party.

As Emmet is about to unravel it, Akari is shunted into another room to clean up a mess, but she’s able to watch through a chink in the door as Emmet dramatically throws off the cloth to reveal a magnificent train table, with a working train rendered in tender loving detail and a perfectly rendered train station that can be opened up like a dollhouse. Clearly, this is something he’s been working on for months.

However, after the initial awe has passed, it doesn’t take long for the kids present to get bored with it. It starts when Roy asks if he can take a ride on the train. Emmet awkwardly explains that’s impossible because the train is way too small. Liza asks if they can take the figures from the station and play with them. Emmet says they can’t because the figurines are fixed to the station, and anyway, they’re too fragile to get played with. Finally, Bede declares that the display is a waste of time because it’s stupid to make a toy that you can’t even play with. Chairman Rose tries to run damage control by asking Emmet flattering questions about how he made something so impressive, but the damage has already been done, and even though he’s trying his best to hide it, Emmet is seriously annoyed.

Akari, watching through the door, is also frustrated. She thinks the display is wonderful, and she can’t believe how unappreciative these kids are. She quickly turns away from the door and gets to work actually cleaning up the mess because she doesn’t want Chairman Rose’s housekeeper, Oleana, to catch her slacking.

However, just as she’s finishing up, the door bursts open and Emmet thunders into the room, fuming about Bede insulting his efforts. Akari was on her hands and knees wiping the floor, and Emmet is so worked up that at first he doesn’t see her staring up at him wide-eyed.

When he does finally notice her, it’s very awkward. He hastily straightens his cravate and apologizes. Akari knows she isn’t supposed to talk to the guests, but she can’t help but speak up, and she meekly tells Emmet that she thought his display was wonderful. She wishes she had the skills to build something like that.

Emmet is cheered by finally meeting a young person who has something nice to say about his creation. He asks her if she’s new, since he’s been to Chairman Rose’s house a few times and never seen her. Akari says she’s temporary help. When Emmet probes her, she ends up confessing her entire situation, how she works for Cyllene for food and lodging and how she doesn’t have a family. But she doesn’t condemn Cyllene at all. On the contrary, because of Cyllene, she no longer has to worry about taking care of Eevee because their next meal is always guaranteed. Sure, the work is hard, but if you want to care for someone, you have to make sacrifices.

Emmet is listening to this speech with his hand on his chin. He seems to be thinking verrrrry deeply about something. Finally, he nods to himself and says that Akari might be the exact type of person he’s been looking for.

Akari is confused. What does he mean by that? Instead of answering, Emmet asks her a question: How would she like a Christmas present?

Akari is flustered. No, she can’t possibly accept that! She’s not a guest; it wouldn’t be appropriate! But Emmet says that’s nonsense. Anyone can receive a gift from anyone on Christmas. So, he pulls out a box he had hidden in his coat. When Akari opens it, she sees it’s a nutcracker in a black and purple conductor’s uniform and wearing a very severe frown. Most kids would find a toy like this to be weird looking, but Akari is beyond grateful to actually have a Christmas present of her own. Emmet tells her that the nutcracker is named Ingo, and she’d better take good care of him because he’s hers now. Akari promises that she will.

Akari gets back to work, keeping the nutcracker in the pocket of her apron so she doesn’t lose it. But Bede seems to take offense at the sight of a maid with a toy and snatches it from her when she’s distracted. He demands to know what Akari is doing with a nutcracker, basically accusing her of stealing it. Akari protests that it was a gift from Emmet. She looks around for Emmet to back her up, but it’s a big house, and she can’t see him anywhere. Bede takes the nutcracker over to a bowl of nuts on the buffet table and starts cracking away, deliberately choosing the biggest and most formidable shells against Akari’s protestations. He’s so rough with the nutcracker that he ends up snapping off the wooden handle on the back. Akari screams, which finally gets the attention of the adults at the party. Chairman Rose hurries over and asks what’s going on. Emmet finally appears and assures Chairman Rose that he gave Akari the nutcracker as a present. Furthermore, he is not pleased that his gift has been broken so quickly. Chairman Rose is eerily calm as he sends Bede up to his room and apologizes to both Akari and Emmet.

Akari, however, is in tears as she takes the broken nutcracker and runs out of the room. Not only is she upset that her gift, the only Christmas gift she’s ever had, was broken mere minutes after she got it, but she’s terrified that her outburst at the party will cause Cyllene to fire her. She apologizes to the nutcracker for being unable to take care of it and wraps the handkerchief from her head around its torso as if it were a bandage.

The party runs late, and when it’s finally over, Akari and the rest of the staff are stuck cleaning so the house will be clean on Christmas morning. It takes so long that it’s almost midnight by the time Oleana tells her she can go home for the night, but Akari is so afraid of facing Cyllene that she stalls in the main hall after the other servants have retired for the night. She sits by the tree, only intending to rest for a few minutes, but the night has been so hectic that are falls asleep.

She’s soon woken up by the clock chiming midnight. And that’s when our villain appears.

(To be continued…)

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Drabble-A-Thon Prompt #16

Pairing: ShigaDabi

Rating: Explicit

Prompt: Freestyle!

Contents: Semi-Public Sex, Sex Toys Under Clothes, Anal Plug, Cock Cage, Prostate Milking, Humiliation Kink, Orgasm Denial, Feminization, Lingerie

Dabi is going to kill himself and kill Shigaraki because Duster is pulling this bullshit, but he’s allowing it. He should absolutely not be allowing this, but he is anyway because the fucking big Detnerat/former-MLA Christmas party is such a big deal that they decided not to change it even though the organization changed hands. But it’s mostly corporate bullshit that he really can’t stand. This isn’t the kind of villainy that he knows how to deal with. His kind is the stuff that had him pounding the pavement every day and taking point on the summer camp job back in Kamino. Technically, he thinks that he’s supposed to think that it’s sweet that Tomura saw how uncomfortable he was with this party during the lead-up to it, unable to be excited about wearing fancy clothes, eating good food and the nice drinks that were going to be served, and dancing and whatever that the other League members started to crow about the closer they got to the event. Even Spinner, that absolute recluse, had gotten a little tentatively excited because he’d ‘never been to a party before’, which made all of the others want to ensure it was a good first experience for him, and left Dabi the only one who was absolutely miserable over this development. 

But Tomura had noticed even though he hadn’t said anything, and had paused Dabi as he got out of the shower when he was getting ready, and asked if he wanted something to spice up the occasion. 

He should have said no. Maybe also lit him on fire. But instead he’s standing off to the side of their large room that they use for announcements, lights, decorations, tables, and a band of their members on the stage this time instead of them, a million Twices running around as servers with appetizers, hoping desperately to not draw anyone’s attention. He really hopes that if he’s blushing through his scars, the other members milling about will just chalk it up to how many drinks he’s already put away. 

He’s so distracted trying to keep it together, that he doesn’t even notice his lover coming up to him, until he’s catching his elbow and leaning in to whisper in his ear, “You look so distracted, baby girl.” 

Dabi feels his face heat even worse. In any other situation he would have snapped at Tomura for calling him that, but right now, he doesn’t trust his voice not to crack, or to draw very unwanted attention to himself. So instead of saying anything, he just lets himself turn his head, half-hiding his face behind Tomura’s so that anyone else will think he’s whispering something to him, not letting out one pathetic, needy whimper, his body so hot that he thinks he’s going to fall apart or start smoking soon. 

“Oh, princess, that bad already?” 

Dabi manages another weak nod, and Tomura clicks his tongue, taking his glass from his hand and finishing it himself. 

“Okay, we’re barely an hour in. Come on.” 

Dabi would have sobbed with his relief if they weren’t in mixed company, and he has a hard time managing to walk normally and an even harder time keeping pace with Tomura instead of falling behind him or linking their pinkies together so he can pull him along like he normally does when he’s playing his baby girl. 

Tomura takes him into a private room, off of the side hall, and as soon as the door is shut and locked behind him, he instructs, “Let me see, princess.” 

Dabi feels like he’s going to melt, his hands shaking badly, as he undoes his belt and the black dress pants he was forced into. He doesn’t know if he could be more embarrassed over the fact that Tomura had to force him into a proper suit, but that he readily put on the red lacy thong that he’s wearing underneath, or the soft pink silicone cock cage that is small enough to ensure that not a drop of blood can try to make him swell so that no one would be able to tell that he was walking around so aroused that he’s dizzy. But he can’t help it. Not with the plug inside of him that is pressing just right against his prostate and making his cock leak in spite of the cage. 

“Look at you, baby girl, such a naughty little slut that you like being so disgusting in public.” 

He whimpers, trying to shake his head as the words make the pleasure already aching across his nerves even worse. 

“Don’t lie, princess, I can see how wet your panties are. Turn around, baby.” 

Dabi turns. Like the green room they waited in before their debut, this room has a coffee table, two chairs and a couch. He knows what Sir usually wants when he tells him to turn around, and he does so, bending over to brace his arms on the back of the nearest chair, spreading his legs. It was absolutely the right thing to do because Sir comes closer, one hand thumbing away the string of his thong so he can see the base of the plug nestled between his cheeks. Dabi knows the music and talking outside of this room are loud, so he is shameless as he moans when Sir eases the plug out and then pushes it back in, making sure to grind it against his hypersensitive prostate as he does it. 

“Your pussy is always so greedy to be fucked, isn’t it, baby girl?” His voice is full of heat and Dabi hopes that means that he’s ready to fuck him, because if he fucks him, then Tomura will take them back upstairs and out of the party so that he can help him clean up and fuck him again. 

“Always want Sir’s cock in my pussy,” he agrees, his body humming with a heady rush of humiliation and arousal. 

Tomura clicks his tongue. “I know, but it’s not time for that yet. We still have so much more to do before we can leave, precious.” Fuck. He was really hoping that he could get out of here before some stupid speeches got made, and he whines at the thought of having to stay when he wants to leave, and wants to be fucked so badly. “But I can’t just leave my baby girl like this, otherwise you might sneak away to be naughty all on your own.” 

He fucks the toy back into his hole, rubbing it against that sensitive spot again. Dabi keens, his thighs starting to shake. 

“I’m going to help you be good for me for the rest of the night and earn your reward.” Tomura tells him, his voice a perfect growl in his ear. Dabi barely manages a, 

“Thank you, Sir,” because he can hardly think. He would probably give up a week off and a whole day of Tomura playing with him until his brain is much and letting him stay deep in his subspace for all the time after, if he could leave the party now, but he can’t negotiate when he’s starting to be fucked with the plug properly. 

Tomura is relentless as he works the toy against him, making Dabi’s walls tremble as each motion puts new pleasure and an uncomfortable, burning pressure across his nerves as his cock is kept tight in the cage, unable to harden. He keeps going as Dabi dissolves into louder and louder moans, the pain of that pressure getting so great that he’s scared that he’s going to start to cry which will be a whole mess to clean up and explain– until a sharp click fills the air. It takes about half a second before the toy starts to buzz inside of him, and that pressure snaps suddenly. 

Dabi’s legs would have given out if Tomura wasn’t helping him stand, and he feels his cock twitch before he’s moaning as he’s milked. 

Humiliation goes through him even sharper than the overstimulation as the toy keeps moving, when he realizes he’s going to make a puddle– only to look down and see that Tomura is holding the glass he’d taken from his hand under him, catching the thin white liquid before he can ruin his pants or anything else.

When the last drop falls into the cup and he’s nothing but a gasping, trembling mess, Tomura turns off the plug and takes the glass away, setting it on the coffee table. Dabi’s face burns, but he stays where he is until he has permission to move. Tomura gives him a kiss on the back of his neck. 

“Straighten up, princess. We should go back out soon. I don’t want you to miss too much of the festivities. Besides, don’t you like to dance? You can show me how.” Evil. Evil, cruel, horrible, awful, and Dabi should dump him.

Instead he does his best to stand, still trembling, and looks down at his absolutely soaked panties, worried that if he leaves them on, he’ll leak through his pants. Tomura sees his hesitation and reaches for the sides, giving a tiny burst of his quirk to make them fall away from around his hips. He pulls the soiled fabric away and Dabi goes even redder as he takes them and tosses them on the table next to the glass of his fluids. 

“Come on, princess, I’m sure you don’t want to be anywhere near this room when someone stumbles in here and finds that.” 

It’s definitely a hell of a way to make him eager to rush back into the party. 

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My neighbour Rúben | Chapter 9

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It was the day of the Christmas party and Lucy was going crazy trying to make sure everything looked perfect. 

"Do you think the tree is crooked?"

"It looks perfect. Everything does, relax" I said to her.

"It's just... People usually look at every detail during these parties, I've done it myself. But after everything that happened with my ex, I'm sure they'll be paying attention to every single thing. Including if the tree isn't perfectly straight."

"They are gonna be so focused on the food that they won't pay attention to that, trust me." 

A couple of days before the party we had gone to taste the menu she had picked, and it was simply delicious. It was the thing I was looking forward to the most that night. Well, that, and seeing Rúben again after what felt like an eternity.

He had been busy playing for City and Portugal and we hadn’t seen each other since the Christmas market. We had been texting, but it wasn´t the same, and for the party he would also be wearing a suit. Just the thought of it made my cheeks get warm.

"Oh, those must be the first guests!" Lucy said when someone rang the bell. "How do I look?"

"Stunning. Doesn't she, Julia?"

"You both look stunning. We all do!" she said with a big smile.

20 minutes later, the apartment was buzzing with people, everyone eating, drinking and chatting. But Rúben was nowhere to be found.

"Maybe something happened at work and he is running late. Relax" Lucy said.

"I am relaxed."

"Yeah, sure. That's why you are constantly looking at the front door.”

"Whatever. I'm gonna go check on Julia." She was in her room playing with other kids from the building and one of their nanny's, but before I was able to made it there, someone grabbed me by the arm, pulling me towards Lucy's office.

"What the..."

"Merry Christmas, neighbour" Rúben said. He was standing in the middle of the room with his hands behind his back, that smirk on his face, while looking... While looking like the most handsome man the world had ever seen.

And I knew I was staring, opening and closing my mouth like a fish, definitely looking like an idiot. But I didn't care. 

"Aren't you gonna say Merry Christmas too?"

"I... I..." I muttered, still trying to process what I had in front of me. "Yes. Merry Christmas, Rúben. When did you arrive? I didn't see you!"

"I sneaked in. And I got you something" he said, taking a step forward. 

"You didn't have to."

"But I wanted to."

"I didn't get you anything."

"It's ok. Your company tonight will be enough."

"My... You..."

"Here" he said, handing me a little bag. 

"Where did you find this?" I asked. Inside it there was a piano ornament just like the one we were looking for at the market.

"In Portugal when I was away with the national team."

"It's perfect Rúben, I love it."

"You do?" he asked, closing most of the space between us. 

"I do. It is a perfect little copy of the first piano I ever played."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Rúben!" Julia screamed from the door, running towards him. "Merry early Christmas."

"Merry early Christmas" he chuckled. Julia had been saying that to everyone at the party, correcting them if they didn't say "early". If it wasn't the 24th or the 25th, it was not allowed to say Merry Christmas according to her.

"Are you coming to the party? I'm hungry and the other kids are boring."

"I'm gonna leave this in my room and I'll join you" I said.

"What is that?" she asked.

"Just a little early Christmas present" Rúben said. "C'mon."

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"Oh, dear God" Rúben suddenly said. We had been mingling with the other neighbours for a while, he introducing me to most of them. Despite coming into this building almost daily for a few months and now living here, I barely knew anyone. 

"What happened?"

"That woman over there, Mrs. Jones. She's obsessed with me. One time she cornered me on the lift and tried to kiss me."

"I don't blame her." 

"What?" Rúben chuckled.

"What what?" I said, feeling my face about to burst in flames after realising that I had said that aloud. 

"Let's go somewhere else" Rúben said, taking my hand and leading me to the other side of the apartment, away from everyone. "You look beautiful tonight, by the way."

"Thank you. You also look really good."

"Your face kind if of gave it away earlier. I supposed it was because of that and not because you were having a stroke."

"So funny" I replied, rolling my eyes. We had stopped next to the big windows in one of the corridors, the whole city at our feet. He was still holding my hand, and despite the difference of size, they fit perfectly. 

"Oh!" Julia suddenly said next to us, making me jump.

"Where did you come from?" 

"My room" she shrugged. "But look! That´s mitles... Mistel... That Christmas flower that tells you to kiss someone."

"Mistletoe?" Rúben said.

"Yes, that one! You are standing underneath it, so you must kiss" Julia said, pointing at the ornament at the top of the window.

"We... Must?" I said with a nervous laugh.

"Yes, that's how it works."

"Ok" Rúben said, leaning forward and giving me a peck.

"Oh, that's not it! It must be like in the movies!"

"Julia..."

But before I could say anything else, one of Rúben's hands was at the back of my neck, the other on my lower back, turning me around until we were doing that famous pose they do in all romantic movies. And then he kissed me. I can't remember much of what I did, even if I kissed him back. I was too shocked.

"Yes, yes, yes, that was it!" Julia said when Rúben lifted me up again, his eyes fixed on mine. "I'm gonna tell mami!"

"Julia, wait!"

"Let her go" Rúben said. The hand that was behind my neck was now on my face, cupping it. And he was close. Very close.

"But..."

"Did you like the kiss?"

"I... I... " I muttered.

"I think it looked like a movie kiss but didn't feel like it. This one, though..." he said while his thumb caressed my lower lip, making me gasp. "This one will definitely feel like one."

And then he kissed me again. 

Despite the initial shock, this time I kissed him back, my arms finally remembering that they were alive and moving until they were around his neck, pulling him closer to me, making our kiss more intense. He now had both his hands on my lower back, also pulling me closer to him, not letting any space between our bodies. It was the best kiss I had ever had. Not that I had much experience kissing, but...

"Movie worth it?" he asked, his lips brushing against mine. I just nodded, making him smile before he was kissing me again. And not just on the lips. He was kissing my jaw, my neck, my collarbone... My skin was burning wherever his lips had been, weird noises leaving my mouth. And then, I heard Lucy's voice somewhere. 

"The toast."

"Uhm?" Rúben said against my neck.

"The toast. Lucy is doing the toast, I must go."

"Why?"

"Because once it is over, I'm playing the piano."

"With this hand?" he asked, lifting it and starting to kiss every finger, my palm, my wrist, my forearm. Dear Lord, who knew being kissed there could feel so damn good?

"Yes, with that one."

"And with this one too?" he said, doing the same on my other hand.

"Rúben, I'm serious. I must go." Though I didn't want to. I wanted to stay there with him, kissing. 

"Ok. But we aren't finished" he said with that smirk of his, grabbing my hand and taking me to the living room.

[randomly--accessed--memories]

Christmas/Sinsmas in the Tower

2016: Vox couldn't speak comprehensibly and was almost completely oblivious to the world around him. Both Val and Vel just avoided him; they had so much work to do, and it wasn't like Vox had any idea what day (or year) it was, anyway.

2017: Valentino spent the day with Vox. He'd been spending extended periods of time with him recently, trying to get him to remember anything about their past relationship. Vox was withdrawn that day, so Val was basically just having a one-sided conversation with himself while Vox refused to look him in the eye. Velvette didn't visit.

2018: Vox was stuck in 1950s brain that day. He was receptive when told that it was Christmas and actually celebrated with Velvette, albeit while operating under the assumption that she was Sarah. Velvette was uncomfortable, but she stayed the whole day, feeling guilty about the way she'd avoided him the past two years. Valentino was AWOL at the time. He'd lost hope that Vox would ever recover and was too bitter and grief-stricken to bear to see him.

2019: Probably their best year. Vox was going through a relatively good patch. He was in a good mood, glad to have guests, and wasn't as scattered as usual. Val and Vel both visited and were so pleasantly surprised by Vox's amicability that they were able to be in the moment and enjoy themselves. The three of them had a nice, peaceful little Christmas.

2020: Another fairly decent year. Vox was manic that day, but thankfully he was more interested in interacting with people than rapidly zapping from one activity to another. Val actually had a lot of fun that year; Vox didn't perceive him as a threat and was ready to party, so the two of them got to fuck around for most of the day, being loud and obnoxious and careless. Velvette had a good time too at first, but as the day went on, she started to become slightly concerned (and annoyed) when it became clearly that Vox wasn't winding down, he was revving up. She hated being the spoilsport, but she had to put her foot down when Vox started making electronics explode to impress Val.

2021: Vox was not doing well that day. Valentino and Velvette were planning on visiting, but when they were told that it was a "yelling and throwing things" kind of day, they realized it just wasn't an option. They sent an intern so Vox wouldn't have to spend the holiday completely alone. The intern ended up dying pretty soon after.

2022: Things looked like they were going okay at first. Val was MIA, so Velvette came to visit in the morning. Vox seemed alright, although there was a certain skittishness to his behavior that didn't sit right with her. He also seemed to be cycling through delusions at a faster rate than usual; sometimes she was Sarah, sometimes an acquaintance, sometimes the person responsible for locking him up (or at least someone complicit in it). Vel had to leave in the afternoon to take care of work stuff, and Vox got highly agitated when she told him she had to go. She got out of the suite alright, but when she sent someone else in to keep him company, Vox managed to knock them unconscious and slip out. Whole floors of the tower were in chaos– Vox was acting aggressively and ended up doing a lot of damage. It wasn't clear if he was looking for someone (probably Velvette) or just trying to find his way out. Velvette ended up having to subdue him herself– one of the few times she had to get legitimately physical with him.

2023: Val and Vel couldn’t make it at the same time, so they visited in shifts. Vox was… okay, but his mood was off. He just seemed ill at ease and more distant than usual. The Vees tried their best, but they were both preoccupied with other things, and Vox's strange mood started affecting them as well. The day ended up being sort of a dud. Val and Velvette were somewhat relieved when their time with Vox was up and they didn't have to keep trying to interact with him anymore. Vox was disappointed and anxious when they left, but he didn't pitch a fit. He spent most of that day alone with Vark, unable to articulate why he felt so much lonelier than usual.

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

The Party (Spacedogs) - Shortfic

Explicit // M/M // Adam Raki (Adam)/Nigel (Charlie Countryman) // Tags: Christmas Party, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Alternate Universe, Meet-Cute, Getting to Know Each Other, party hook-up, Closet Sex, Dry Humping, Dirty Talk, Coming In Pants, Family Drama, Anal Fingering, Masturbation, Anal Sex, Riding, happy ending. Prompt Fill. Nigel and Adam meet at Will and Hannibal's Christmas Party... smut ensues...

Inspired by this amazing art by @beatricenius

The Party (4.5k words):

Nigel usually made plans specifically to get out of these pretentious fucking parties, but this year he’d dropped the ball and had no excuses when it came to the Lecter-Graham annual Christmas costume party. 

On the one hand, he supposed, Hannibal was probably happy he hadn’t attended since the tradition’s inception - not having to inflict his brother onto polite company. On the other, Hannibal’s in-laws were probably beginning to think that Nigel didn’t actually exist. 

It wasn’t like Nigel had met any of Will’s family, ever. And from the way Will sneered at him half the time they were around each other, he probably preferred that. 

After five years of these parties, perhaps it was time to partake. Though the costume had been a palaver. 

Every year had a theme and this year was masquerade, which Nigel imagined would be comprised of a lot of stuck up wankers dressed in those Venetian masks. Nigel didn’t have time to or desire to get something like that, besides he had an old Halloween costume that would work perfectly with the mask theme.

Nigel zipped up the boiler suit and rummaged for the mask. It wasn’t that he was purposely trying to piss off Hannibal and Will, it was just something that came naturally and he felt the urge to lean into it each time. 

He found the mask and pulled it on, he looked in the mirror and smirked. 

*

“Are you mad at me?” Adam asked, trying to read Will’s expression as they stood in the guest bedroom. Even though Will shook his head, Adam still wasn’t sure. He’d always been close with his cousin and spent most Christmases with him since both their parents had died years ago, But reading people entirely was difficult, and Will knew that. He knew he had to tell Adam what he was thinking or feeling and not expect that he would always know. 

“It’s cute,” Will shrugged and Adam frowned. That at least seemed to prompt his cousin, “It’s fine, honestly. When we said masquerade, we had in mind more… masks…” he made a motion over his eyes as though to indicate wearing a mask.”

“Like Zoro?” Adam asked, frowning. 

Will shrugged and winced, “Just a mask-mask. A mask.”

“Repeating the word makes it no clearer. I do understand the concept of a masquerade but you seem to want something very specific. This <i>is</i> sort of a mask,” Adam held up the helmet and put it on, then he flicked down the sun visor, “this bit is a mask.”

“You’re right, it’s fine.” Will agreed.

“Okay then,” Adam smiled and secured the helmet on. “I didn’t have anything else I could bring.”

“Hannibal and I could have gotten you something, or we could have gone shopping…” Will trailed off as Adam shook his head. He really wasn’t great with shopping, and was pretty particular about clothes.

“I’m comfortable in this,” Adam said.

Will smiled then and nodded, he grabbed Adam’s shoulder and squeezed, though he could barely feel it through the thickness of the spacesuit. 

“That’s all that matters.”

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[yuyu1024]

We still have 15mins

Pairings: Jongho x Y/N

Genre/tags: secret relationship

Warning: 🔞 smut/angst, cursing, pet names, mention of alcohol/drinking, smoking, jealousy

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Words: 1.3k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: last one for the short one shots/drabbles. This was the last one i posted before the whole 'i deleted my acct issue' 😭 ughh now... thank you for all the likes and reblogs btw.

Will try to post more when inspiration comes and have a break at work and my sideline 😅

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Your department all went out last night to celebrate one of your team's birthday. Every one had a drink and had a blast doing karaoke, particularly you. You rarely go out to party since you are always in the office doing work. And during your free time its either you are at home sleeping or visiting your sister who just gave birth a few months ago to help.

"There she is!" Your friend, Han says as you approach your desk beside him. "The main event!" He is teasing you from last night. You had quite a drink so you sang your heart out like younare having a solo concert last night.

"Stop!" You cover your face embarassed.

"I didn't know you could last that long..." he adds

"I didn't either." You sit on your chair, still giggling.

"Next time... when we are free again. Let's go another round! I will have to battle you. I just got drunk early so I didn't got the chance to sing more."

"Sure! Why not? Let's see who will last long..." You agree

"Last long... on what?"

Both you and Han stiffens as you both heard his voice.

"Ahm, sir?" Han slowly turns around, smiling.

It's your boss, Jongho. The owner of the company you are working at.

"What are you guys talking about? Is it related to work?"

You roll your eyes, "Sir... it's not yet 8am..."

Han's eyes widens. "Yah... what are you doing?" He mouths

"I see..." Jongho snorts a laugh but it sounded irritated.

"Y/N, come to my office." He turns his back to both of you. "Now." He orders

Han panicks and starts nagging you. "Why did you talk back? Oh my gosh! I hope he does not fire you or what! Omg Y/N!"

You smile at him, "Don't worry... he will not fire me. We are not being lazy at work. We arrived 30mins ahead of time... plus we are only talking about our karaoke last night.nothing suspecious..." you stand up and grab your notebook and pen. "Plus... he'll not survive without me. I sort all his schedule and reports." You wink at your friend. "He needs me."

You bravely walk towards his office at the end of the suit. Pushing the heavy wooden double doors, you see him standing near the window, looking outside.

"Close the door." He says

You did as he says. Then you strut your way towards his desk.

"What can I do for you, sir?" You say with a tone like he didn't just asked you to come in after talking back at him.

He breathe a small smile. "You're a dare devil... talking back to me..." he turns to face you. His arms crossed over his chest.

"Well... you are acting up. Han and I were just ta--"

"Han and I...?" he repeats your words. "You two... are close?"

"We are. He's a nice person. And funny..."

His expression changes. He snarls at your answer. "Y/N... are you trying to make me jealous?"

"No...but... are you?" You ask, smirking.

He inhales and exhales. He's trying to control his senses and thoughts. "Don't mess with me... you know the consequences if you do..."

If he could use his position in your work to taunt you or make you do things with his order, you can too play the same game with him by using your charm and making him jealous.

"And what if... I know..." you say as you put your pen and notebook on his desk, leaning forward a bit making sure he sees you are wearing something sexy under that blazer you are wearing. "And I don't care... what will you do?"

The push up bra that your sister gifted you last christmas came to handy today.

"Come here." He orders

You gladly walked around his desk, to stand in front of your boss who is also your boyfriend, that no one knows.

"You are being so naughty..." he cups your face and then kisses you on the lips.

"Coz I could sense that my CEO has been wanting my attention so bad at work lately..." you move forward, making sure there are no space between you two. "See...he's already hard and wanting me." You add as you palm his hard erection.

"I do want my girl's attention so bad..." he hums as he kisses you on the neck. "But she's busy talking to other guys... and I don't like that..."

You giggle as you find Jongho so cute when he's jealous and needy for your attention. "You know your my only man right..." you caress his erection even more as he trail kisses on your exposed skin. "You're the only man I love..."

"Ugh..." he hisses as your hand continues to tease his bulge, squeezing it lightly even. "Fuck." He hisses, moving his pelvis along your rythm.

"Do you want my help?" You ask watching him close his eyes, feeling every touch and caress you give him.

"I have a meeting at 8am sharp."

"We still have 15mins." You grin then pushing him to his chair. "Spread your legs..." you order as you take your blazer off revealing the v-neckline top you are wearing that shows a very good amount of cleavage.

"Fuck Y/N...." he is already breatheless just by watching you man handle him. He likes it when you take control. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

He is so sensitive and excited at the same time.

When you unzip his trousers and pull out his thick length, you could see and hear him already moaning under his breathe by just the vision of you holding his dick and pumping him.

"Shall we talk about your schedule for todag while I pump you or... do you want me to..." you pause and run your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, also licking the pre-cum. "Fuck you with my mouth."

"Fuck the schedule!" He snarls, throwing his head back. "Y/N... I want your mouth..."

You smile, "Okay sir..."

You take his whole thick length in your mouth. You make sure that every inch is wet and tasted. You swirl your tongue around him, feeling every vein and roughness of it. You are getting high just by the fullness his cock is giving you.

"Holy shit.... nggghuuuhhh..." he is on heaven right now. He is sweating bullets everytime you suck him. "Sweetie, your so fucking good."

You like it when he compliments you. It's making you to do well and more.

You bop your head in a rythm that is making him go insane. His tip reaching the back of your throat and the warmness of your mouth is making his length twitch and ready to explose.

"Fuck! Sweetie, I'm.... aaaahh nggguuuuhhhhh..." he's about to come. Although he wants you to swallow, he can't risk it at the office. He moved so quickly and grab the nearest tissue and pulls out and let himself come into his hand.

You are giggling watching him empty himself in his hand, "that's quite a lot." You wipe the corner of your mouth. "Next time... I would love to have all of that be inside me..."

"Don't worry, Sweetie." He grunts cleaning his length. "Tonight... you can have all of me in you..." he smirks.

"I can't wait." You say as you start to fix yourself up. "Or maybe later? Lunch break?"

He frowns. "I thought I have a scheduled meeting at lunch right?"

"Well..." you lean in for another kiss whilst you voluntarily fix his trouser, zipping it as well. "I had your meeting booked at this restaurant... the same hotel that we first...you know..." you trail off

"Perfect." He smiles, grabbing a handful of your ass. "See you later at lunch then."

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

Boyfriend Choso

Boyfriend Choso comes home to you after his day at the tattoo shop he works at. You had texted him that there was an outfit he needed to put on but never had he expected this. Piled up on the kitchen counter were some red sweat pants, black suspenders and a Santa hat.

Oh god what had he committed to? This was so not his usual thing but for you he was willing to play along. So dawning the requested suit he stepped into the bedroom.

You were laying back on the bed scrolling you phone, in an equally insane outfit. A red bra with fuzzy white trim and a sheer teddy in a baby doll style flaring out at your hips.

“Oh god babe are trying to kill me?”

He chuckles and crawls on top of you, plucking your phone from your hands and tossing it on the carpeted floor.

Pulling him closer you snap the suspenders against his firm pecs.

“Oh this is much better than I even expected. Thank you” you place a sweet kiss to each others lips before he grabs your thighs and scoots you closer to him.

“This is much better than I expected” he parrots back to you kissing down your neck. “You’re not getting rid of me any time soon”

Okay this def isn’t done bc we need a whole smut version but I have to go to a company Christmas party. I’ll finish this later but like I couldn’t hold on to it any more bc .. well ya … holiday freaking Choso. I mean yeah lol we need him.