Imagin', iffin' ya will, 's a brisk winer night in December, a festive time o' year. All wrapped up in ya' snug, warm clothes, maybe a nice sweater, some pajama pants, scarf if ya feelin', whatever ya' favourite "cozytime clothes" for an evenin' at home.
That's when ya' hear it, on ya' roof, rather clear at first, the impacts, like two feet(?) landin' on the shingles.
But after that? Slow. Quiet.
Creepin' quietly toward. . . the chimney. . .
A bluster o' winter-wind bounds outta' the fireplace, snuffin' the flame, 'long with any candles cozily lightin' the room, though fortunately, despite the dark, the nearest candle's on the table beside ya. It only takes a moment to light.
Just the moment.
That's all it took to creep silently onto ya' floor.
To rise, silently, up to her "feet".
You wouldn't've known before ya turned 'round to see her. . .
. . . were it not for that snort. That smug, teasin' puff o' her hot. Hungry breath that puffed past ya' from behind like steam.
A deep breath, seemin'ly, given the faint jinglin' that tinkled through the iron bells affixed to what sparse cloth she wore.
Behind ya, 'gainst ya' upper back, ya hear ('n feel) her belly, with a doughy sag o' gluttonous experience, growl, as low 'n as hungry as sin. A strong hand comes to rest upon ya' shoulder, skin warm 'n rugged in texture as well as hue, her fingers and claws long. The hand's match glides down 'long ya' arm, gently takin' ya by the wrist, raisin' ya' own hand tae study.
"Hmmmmnnn. . ." She seems to study ya, delicately turnin' over ya' hand, 'n, ya hear, drinkin' deep o' ya' scent. The latter seems intrigue her especially, given the deep, ravenously gurglin' songs her stomach starts singin'. Her voice is a low, growlin' purr, dusky and mature, 'n ya can practically hear her long, forked tongue lick her sharp teeth,
"Tell, me, m'dear; hasss sssomeone been a naughty girl, thisss year?"
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(happy holidays!)
Oh, you spoil me~
This reads exactly like an old Christmas story, I love it…
Of the many ways to spend the holiday evening, being fondled and sniffed by a gluttonous she-Krampus sounds absolutely, incredibly amazing…
(Somewhat of a continuation below)
I stammered. Words didn’t exactly come out, though— they sounded more like the whimperings of some scared prey animal.
But given the circumstances, it seemed appropriate… I stiffened my back as the intruder pressed her belly even closer against me… its plush flab rumbled up the sides of my body, making me feel all tingly… tingly and frightened…
Her breath huffed low on the nape of my neck, washing over me in a chilling warmth. She licked her lips and spoke,
“Gonna need an ansssswer from ya, darlin’…”
Her grip on my shoulders tightened ever-so-slightly, and I let out a small gasp of fear. I flinched in her grip. Her bells jingled as she held me fast in place, pressing me back up against that soft, plush, yet ominous gut of hers. I heard a particularly loud grumble from within.
“I- I don’t know,” I said quickly.
In my voice, I tried to hide the fact that I was a bit flustered. Despite the danger of the situation, there was something exciting about feeling her belly right on me— that fleshy orb growling low and meaty… and murmuring sweet nothings into my ear…
Her hot breath eased in closer, closer to the side of my face. I heard a hiss lacing her words as she went on.
“Ya don’t know then, mm? Are you abssolutely sssure ‘bout it, m’dear?”
I squeaked in surprise as her rough hand traced the underside of my jaw. Gently but firmly scratching me on the chin, like a pet. Like livestock. I bit my lip to keep from moaning.
“Mhm,” I replied shakily.
The intruder huffed out a deep chuckle.
“Turn ‘round and look at me, darlin’… let me sssee that pretty face o’ yoursss…”
I turned and held my breath, eyes widening as I saw just what I was face-to-face with. A tall, hulking she-beast, barely wearing any clothing at all, with horns and hooves and rough, claw-like hands. Her tongue dripped saliva as it snaked out from between her fanged maw. She stared down at me with piercing yellow eyes.
Just below all that, she sported a hefty and doughy gut. It groaned and grumbled so much that the sound was almost hypnotizing to me, like a siren song calling… her belly rolled right over her waistline, and as she pressed me against it and looked down me, I felt the bottom half of my face sink into the pudge.
I stared up with wide, terrified eyes.
“I’m visssitin’ ya for a reassson tonight,” she hissed. “Everyone will either be naughty or nice this time o’ year… that ol’ jolly, bearded man getss th’ nice girlsss…”
Her stomach roared at me; I felt it shake through my entire body.
“And I get th’ naughty onesss…”
“What did I do?!” I shouted, struggling against her ironclad grip.
“A lil’ birdie told me ya got a fondnesss for th’ naughty… all those thoughtsss o’ ssin up in yer head…”
Fuck. I knew exactly what she was talking about.
“And o’course, asss iss tradition, naughty girlsss get th’ gut…”
She pulled away from me slightly, but only so she could crane her neck low and trace her slippery tongue across my face. I whimpered as she tasted me.
A hissing laugh. “You like that, don’t ya sssweetie…?”
Her big belly sloshed to the side as she crouched down low, squishing onto the floor with a whining groan. I watched— a confusing rush of desire and fear taking me over— as she opened her mouth wide and rolled out her tongue to me like a velvet carpet.
“Lassst chance t’ redeem yersself, hm? Be a good girl an’ climb inssside… morsssels like you belong ssnuggled up in m’belly… 🖤”
I took a shaky, deep breath, as I marched forward with a sudden burst of courage. It was short lived, however, as I found myself shaking the moment I stepped onto her slimy tongue. I looked up at my captor. She just watched me with patient eyes, drooling… and so I took the other steps into her large, gaping maw…
She swallowed me, gulping heavy, quickly. Her throat had years of experience in capturing and getting down prey…
I moaned and wiggled as I filled up her round belly. The inside of her gut was a slimy sac; it was a bit more spacious than I thought it would be, but as I squirmed I felt the walls rumble and begin to churn. Acids and juices washed over me in waves, tingling my body in pleasurable and sticky sensations. I moaned as I felt her stand back up. Her belly sloshed and tumbled me into the squishy walls that hugged me tightly. There was an aching in my crotch.
I didn’t really want to admit it, but…
“Good girl… goooood morsssel… I can feel ya gettin’ all hot n’ bothered in there…”
Ohh. I guess I didn’t need to admit it.
I wiggled around and curled up in her belly as she gave the stuffed organ a hearty pat. A big, monstrous belch exited from her maw and I felt the stomach squeeze me as she sighed in satisfaction.
“Cute, whimperin’ thing… you’ll be out by new yearss, fully reformed… until then, besst sssettle in for a long n’ gurgly digessstion…”
She burped again and patted my form, hissing in delight at my struggles. She stomped back over to the chimney, ready to squeeze back in and up onto the roof, to return into the cold winter night with her catch.
“Maybe you’ll learn a thing r’ two, bein’ ol’ Krampusss’ss belly fat for a while…”
I sighed, feeling my set of Christmas pjs already beginning to melt off. Mmm, seems like I’d had a Merry Christmas indeed… <3
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Christmas tag game!
Thanks to @the-cinnamontography-is-amazing for the tag!
It's Festivus for the rest of us so grab your Chanukah bush, your mistletoe, your pagan ritual or whatever brings you joy and come gather round the fire and celebrate your pocket friends
Favorite nickname you’ve ever been given?
Probably Genie! My real name is not conducive to nicknames.
Where are you located?
I live in Boston but right now I'm in Maine!
What season is it where you are now?
Winter... ish. It's flooded, so thanks climate change.
Favorite tradition this time of year?
In 2014 my parents and I toured the Taittinger champagne cave in Reims, France (along with another cave and this was the first time I got drunk) so every year for New Year's Eve we get a bottle of Taittinger. Also my mom's birthday is the 27th and we used to always be traveling and usually with family so her birthday didn't get a lot of attention and got tiny little grocery store cakes, so I make her a cake every year. This year she asked for a cheesecake and it's going to be the best. Also, Hanukkah! My family is multicultural and I wouldn't trade Christmas and Hanukkah for anything.
Favorite holiday food?
Cinnamon rolls! We do them for Christmas brunch.
Mulled wine, eggnog or hot apple cider?
All of the above?? Favorite is probably hot apple cider, but I love eggnog because I love making it.
Turkey, ham or nut roast (Or Tofurkey?)?
We do scallops for Christmas! We do turkey at Thanksgiving and I love it. I also really like spiral ham but my family doesn't make that.
Would you rather spend the December holidays in: a cabin in the woods surrounded by snow, or a house on the beach with sun and sand?
Snowy cabin! As long as it has electricity. The rest of the year I'd pick the beach, though.
Are you pro-snow or anti-snow?
Pro-snow!!
Have you ever built a snowman?
Yes!
Skiing or snowboarding?
Skiing
Favorite holiday movie?
All the Rankin-Bass specials.
Favorite holiday fanfic?
If you were to star in a hallmark movie, who would be your love interest?
Danica McKellar, Hallmark actress who also played Elsie Snuffin in The West Wing.
Tagging (no pressure) @onekisstotakewithme @blue-ravens @movietonight @orangefarmcat @hamiltonsteele @old-wild-child @persianflaw @youngpettyqueen @majorbaby @mariacallous @koboldkatalyst
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(inspired by @its-elsie-snuffin)
Susie can tell Joel is perturbed, watching Midge hop off the set at the Button Club to go sit with Lenny, enjoying private jokes and banter and drinks.
She rolls her eyes. “Boo-fuckin-hoo,” she grumbles.”
“Excuse me?” Joel snaps.
“Midge finally found a guy she doesn’t wanna screw things up with and you’re pouting like you’re not over her,” Susie accuses.
“I cannot believe you’re okay with this,” Joel grumbles. “The arrests. The drugs.”
“Funny what people do for love,” Susie comments. “Drugs are caput. Been clean two months now, seems to be sticking.”
“Bullshit.”
“Seriously. I mean it was two weeks of him puking up everything he’s ever eaten in his life, and telling everyone he knows to die in a fire, but he’s kicked it. At least for now.”
“Doesn’t mean anything,” Joel mutters.
“Sure,” Susie snorts. “You keep livin’ in denial. I’ll have Dinah send you a postcard. ‘Dear Joel - hope you are well. Fuck off and die.’”
“I don’t have to keep booking her, you know,” Joel threatens.
“Except you do, because she packs the house,” Susie reminds him. “Even if you were a big enough asshole to ban the mother of your children from performing at your club, you can’t afford to because she helps keep the lights on every other month.”
“Fuck I hate you,” Joel grumbles.
“Oh, boy, do I know it.”
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