#xmas bingo

[inagetawaycarxo]

Watch a Holiday Movie, you and Ethan finally having alone time while watching a Holiday movie after both your shift at Med and your children are asleep. maybe smut if you want

XMAS BINGO; Watch A Holiday Movie w/ Ethan Choi — ❄PAIRINGS: Ethan Choi x F!Reader

— ❄FEATURING: Y/n, Ethan Choi, Unnamed children.

— ❄SYNOPSIS: Ethan and y/n end up having a little fun when their children fall asleep watching a Christmas movie

— ❄WARNINGS: errors I missed, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], oral [male receiving]

— ❄w/c: 1022

— ❄AUTHORS NOTE: Yes Christmas is over but I want to get these done so they don't get put on hold again for Christmas in 2023 only ¾ to go.

— ❄DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

From the corner of your eye, you could see your kids fast asleep on the couch. You looked over at Ethan to find him already looking at you. Giving you a suggestive look. You nodded your head at him.

The both of you got up quietly sneaking off to the master bedroom. Closing the door softly and locking it. You turned around to face Ethan.

Ethan quickly grabbed the side of your face. Pulling you closer to him till his lips pressed against yours in a heated kiss.

Walking backward with you. Lips were still locked. In the midst of the heated kiss, Ethan and you took each other's clothes off, till you were left in your lingerie, and he was left in his boxers. Clothes discarded on the ground. The only time Ethan and you broke the kiss was to pull each other's shirts off.

The back of Ethan's knees hit the edge of the mattress making him fall. You fell on top of him. Lips still locked together. Your hands move from his face and wander down to his sides.

You pulled away from the kiss. Trailing your lips down his chin, and to his neck. Ethan let out a moan as you trailed your lips down his chest, then his stomach.

When you reached his stomach, Ethan's fingers entangled themselves in your hair, as you trailed your lips down to the waistband of his boxers. Bringing your fingers to his waistband. Your index fingers slipped underneath the waistband of his boxers, your thumbs gripping his waistband on the outside. Pulling them down. Freeing his erection, which sprung up. You removed your lips away from his stomach.

Staring at his cock, as it stood, throbbing. Waiting to be touched by you.

Your hands grabbed the base of his shaft, making him moan. Your eyes glanced at him as you lowered your head down to his tip. Precum already leaking from his tip.

Ethan stared down at you, as you teasingly lowered your head down at a slow pace.

Begging you to take him in your mouth. You obliged. Expect

You didn't put him fully in your mouth. You only wrapped your lips around his tip. His hands grabbed your hair, as you twirled your tongue around his tip. Collecting his precum and swallowing it. All the looking at him.

"Please," He mewled. Making you smirk.

You teased him for a few seconds, before taking him fully in your mouth, till he hit your uvula, making you gag a bit. Tears prick your eyes.

You withdrew your mouth from his cock slowly. His cock was damp from your mouth. You gave him a seductive smile. Before lowering your mouth back down onto his cock. Slowly bibbing your head up and down his cock at a slow pace. His grip on your hair tightened. Thrusting into your mouth roughly, causing the head of his cock to hit your uvula again. Tears pool in your eyes. The hand that wasn't holding the base of his shaft went to his hip. Pushing his hip down, you took charge. Going at a faster pace this time. You felt yourself get wet as you heard his quiet moans.

Bobbing your head up and down. Using your saliva as a lubricant. Humming every once in a while. Ethan moaned your name lowly. Pleasure coursed through his body. His grip on your hair tightens. Bucking his hips ups.

Ethan could feel himself get closer to his climax, and you could tell too. Though your jaw hurt from bobbing your head up and down, and Ethan thrusting into your mouth. You kept continuing.

With one last thrust into your mouth, his cock convulsed, as he came hard. Moaning your name loudly as his seed spilt inside of you.

You slowly pulled him out of your mouth with a pop. Saliva dribbled from your mouth when you pulled him out. His fingers loosen from your hair. You swallowed his cum.

The sight alone made him hard again. Looking at him with lust-filled eyes. Wiping the drool with your arm. You quickly crawled on top of him. Your soaking wet heat hovering above his cock.

Ethan was about to return the favor by flipping you on your back, but you sunk your soaking wet heat onto his cock. Your hands resting on his chest.

Both of you moan in pleasure. Rocking your hips slightly.

You then started to thrust up and down on his cock. Ethan's hands grabbed your waist. You tilted your head back, as your pace got faster. Eyes squeezed closed as pleasure took over your body. Toes curling. Gripping his chest tighter.

Walls clenching around his cock. Ethan could feel himself getting closer to climaxing again.

Every time he leaned up to kiss you or kiss your neck, you pushed him back down onto the bed. Dominating him. The only thing he got to dominance was thrusting upwards every time you thrust down.

Every time he did that your walls clenched around his cock. The two of you were in pure bliss. Both of you getting closer to coming.

Your head lolled forward, lowering your head down to his neck to muffle your moaning. One of Ethan's hands moved to the nape of your neck, holding you in place.

Your thrusting got sloppier as your orgasm took over you. Moaning his name into his neck. Walls clenching around his cock.

Ethan was about to say something but got cut off by how your walls tightened around him and then unclenched. Coming hard around him. His cock convulsed inside of you. He gave one last sloppy thrust up before spilling his seed inside of you. Pressing his face into the side of your face. Muffling his moans.

You stayed inside of him for a little while. Kissing his neck softly. You slowly pulled out of him. Both of you whine at the loss of contact. His cum leaking out of your heat.

You cuddled into his side. As he wrapped his arms around you. Kissing the top of your head. While you pressed a soft kiss on his shoulder....

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[holylulusworld]

Christmas on the run

Summary: You and Steve didn’t part ways on good terms. What happens when you end up in the same cabin on Christmas?

Pairing: Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, enemies to ???, cliché tropes, snowed in, banter

Square 10 filled for @avengersbingo​​: Snowed in

Square 4 filled for Lulu’s XMAS Bingo: Snowed in  

Square 3 filled for Lulu’s Winter bingo: Snowed in 

Words: 1,5 k

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

Three months earlier, …

“Superhero on the run. War of the Avengers. Fight or flight Captain,” you shut off your phone, groaning as the messages still pop up. “Newsflash, assholes. I’m not interested in your shit anymore. Fight all you want. I’m out of this for good.”

You fall back on the comfortable sofa you brought to your fortress of solitude. Your grandfather’s cabin. A place no one but him and you know about.

“Cheers Tony,” you raise your glass at your friend. “I hope you’re happy now. The world is on fire and the Avengers are torn apart. Good thing you signed those fucking accords.”

You down your drink, hissing as the burning liquid runs down your throat.

“What a shitshow, Cap. Being on the run must be fun,” you chuckle darkly. “Fuck you, Cappy. I hope being chased around the world helps you stay in shape…”

 Now, Christmas Eve, …

“Food is ready. I got all my favorite movies on Blu-ray. Security is on the highest level,” you look at your phone to check on your tasks. “I got enough food until New Year’s Eve.”

While you look around the cozy room, sighing as you are ready to spend Christmas Eve alone in your chosen exile your dog jolts up. He runs toward the door and grits his teeth.

“Cerberus, stop,” your dog immediately reacts to your command. He still grits his teeth and is ready to jump at anyone daring to break into your cabin, but he waits for you to allow him to do so. “I got this.”

You slowly step toward the door, grabbing the shotgun you hide next to the door. You unlock the gun, taking a deep breath.

“My dog can smell you out there. If you want to break into my cabin, you should know I do not hesitate to kill you. You better get the fuck off my lawn.”

“This is not a lawn, but rather a forest,” frowning you listen to the man’s rant. “Doll, I’m not in the mood to break down another door. I need to hide at your place for a while.”

“No can do, Capsicle,” he huffs as you refuse to open the door. “I told you to keep me out of your beef with Tony last time you contacted me. You made sure I had to leave the Avengers before shit went down. So, get out of my sight!”

“Listen, I got no time for this shit,” you gasp. Captain America, the golden boy scolding you for your fecal language just cursed. “Let me inside or I’ll break through the door, doll.”

“Fuck’s sake,” you unlock the door. “Can you all not leave me alone?” You open the door but press the shotgun to Steve’s chest. “No tricks, Captain. I won’t join your little club and there will be no support from my side.”

You step aside, hoping Stark and Ross won’t believe you support Steve and his little group.

“Can I come in now?” you still recognize his voice, and piercing blue eyes but the bearded Captain America stepping inside your cabin seems so different from the man you used to know. 

“Sure,” you huff. “Make yourself home and ruin my life even more. Why don’t cha?”

“It was your insubordination ruining your career, not me,” he snaps back. He looks tired, worn out, and just done with this world. 

“What happened to your suit? Don’t you wear stars and stripes anymore, Cappy?”

He huffs. “It’s still the same suit, just a little more worn-out…”

You look Steve up and down as he paces back and forth. “If you say so. So, what brings you here? How did you even find me?”

“I had to hide and didn’t find a better place,” he shrugs. “I remembered the cabin you mentioned, and came here, believing no one will be out here. I was wrong…obviously.”

“I never told a single soul about my grandfather’s cabin. No one,” you step closer to Steve to size him up. “How the fuck did you find it?”

 “You told me about it.”

“Like hell,” snapping your fingers for your dog you keep a close eye on Steve. “You owe me an explanation. If you do not answer my questions, you can go back out there. The approaching snowstorm will freeze your ass off, but I couldn’t care less.”

Steve squares his jaw. He didn’t come out here and made his way through the snow to answer your questions.

“Tony checked your background. Thoroughly. Your grandfather bought the property forty years ago.”

“That asshole checked my grandfather’s background too?” you sneer. “Typical. Stark likes to stick his nose into other people’s business. No wonder the Avengers broke up.”

“We did not break up,” Steve rolls his eyes. “We-I fucked up. I should’ve told Tony about his parents and what Bucky did.”

“Aw, do you want to make up with Stark now?” you smirk. “Do you want me to call him? Maybe you want to all come here and ruin my Christmas just for fun.”

“You love this, don’t you? Y/N Y/L/N always was all bark and no bite,” he sasses back, returning your smirk. “I came here to hide from the world once again. We’ve got no time for chit-chat, doll.”

“I’m not your doll, Cappy,” you wave him off. “You better tell me what you want. I want you on your way and for you to leave me alone.”

“You want me to go back out there,” he points at the window. Snow is mercilessly falling. You’ll be snowed-in in no time. “I won’t make it out alive out of these woods.”

“Not my problem.”

You sit down on your sofa and snuggle into your blanket. “Fine. I got separated from the others. Bucky is safe, but the others are still out there, fighting to not get caught by Ross.”

This time you roll your eyes. “Do you even know why Tony wanted me on the team?” you dip your head as Steve dares to sit on the armchair opposite your couch. “Do you?”

“He never told me,” Steve closes his eyes for a moment and takes a deep breath. “Can we get this over with? I’m so tired.”

“I’m a breathing polygraph, Cappy. That’s why I knew the Accords were bullshit and that your friend didn’t kill that guy,” you shrug as Steve gasps audibly. 

“What? I-you knew?” he splutters. “Why didn’t you say a thing?”

“I could’ve told him about it. But you,” you chuckle now, “made it impossible for me to get even close to Stark.”

“No. How could you not stop us?”

“Aw, you should see your sad face, Cappy,” you coo. “I called, though. I left messages. I sent emails. I even tried to break into the Avenger’s tower to talk to Stark. I didn’t even get close to him.”

“You knew all this time…” 

You nod. 

“I couldn’t do a thing. I knew the accords and Bucky would fracture the team. Stark didn’t answer my calls, and neither did you. While you and Tony fought at the airport, I tried to reach you one last time. The last thing I heard was that you are on the run and Tony brought a broken shield home.”

“If you know all of this,” he whispers lowly. “You know why I came here too…”

“No. I don’t,” you retort. “I cannot read your mind, Steve. All I’m capable of is telling you if anyone lies. That’s all.”

“You see, the world is close to its extinction once again. We will get attacked by a power beyond your imagination,” you watch Steve closely. “I need your help.”

“I can’t,” you switch the TV on and try to ignore Steve’s presence. “If you came here to ask me to join your team, you are mistaken. I won’t lift a finger for you, or Team Iron Man. Leave me out of this shit.”

“This is not about the Avengers or me,” Steve gets back up from the armchair. “It’s of importance that you come with me. Dr. Strange said it’s the only way to save Natasha, Tony and someone called Gamora...”

“He said the same thing to me a few weeks ago,” you laugh. “He lied, Cappy. He only tries to get the band back together.”

“Why would he lie?”

“He’s just done cleaning up your and Stark’s shit. Get your shit together, call Stark and make up.”

Steve chuckles at your attitude. “If you let me stay here until the snowstorm ends, I’ll call Tony.”

“Lie.”

“I’ll try calling him.”

“Another lie.”

“Fine. What do you want me to do? He won’t even take my call!”

“He’s waiting for you to make the first step. Give him that and he’ll be putty in your hands,” you grin. “Now let me watch my favorite movie and you can sit over there and look pretty…”

>> Part 2

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#avengersbingo #steve rogers #nomad steve rogers #Nomad!Steve x Reader #nomad!steve #Nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #Christmas on the run #lulu's winter bingo #lulu's xmas bingo

[rainbow-pop-arts]

Bluey and Bingo are playing “Gift Delivery”. Hey look, looks like they got a gift for you! :D

#bluey #bluey heeler #bingo heeler #bluey fanart #bluey cartoon #christmas #merry christmas #merry xmas #xmas #digital art #art #artists on tumblr #drawing #illustration

[aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide]

I haven't written anything (at least not to completion) in a very long time. Now that October is basically over, and we're moving into my least favorite season, I thought I would give Holiday Bingo a glance to encourage myself to write as a distraction from the long, cold months.

Most of the bingos for the winter holidays have the same 6 or 8 ideas on them, none of which appealed to me enough to make me feel like writing. So, for the first time ever, I brainstormed my own bingo card of ideas.

I don't have any expectations of anyone else using my card, but if you see something you like, feel free to write it. All I ask is that you DM me a link to your fic so I can do a Master list post. ☺️ Other than that, I don't really have any rules for others' use.

As for me, for this bingo, I will write

- Rolivia/Rolivia + Barba

- Cabenson

- EO

I am not taking any other ships/ship combos at this time. Happy writing, and holiday cheers!

❄️☃️ HeartEyes4Mariska

@thatesqcrush @storiesofsvu

#holiday bingo #fanfic bingo #bingo #fanfiction #fic prompt #law and order svu #svu #olivia benson #elliot stabler #bensler #eo #special victims unit #amanda rollins #rolivia #hearteyes4mariska #holidays #xmas #holiday bingo 2023

[sonohtigris]

mom got me a bluey sippy cup I made a Gin and Tonic in it merry Xmas

#me #personal #sono #bluey heeler #bluey #bingo heeler #gin #tonic #gin and tonic #xmas

[idabbleincrazy]

Best Laid Plans: Christmas in the Cascades (A Secret-verse future!fic)

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel (Will/Liam)

Word Count: 2908

Warnings: PWP, human au, fluff, smut, rimming, brief fingering, anal, topping from the bottom, est. d/s, sub!Angel, bottom!Angel, pain kink, nipple kink, praise kink, nipple play, degradation kink, fluff, blow job, deep thrroating, throat fucking, come swallowing, masturbation, coming on command, come feeding, switch!Spike, future fic

Summary: Will and Liam's Christmas vacation does not start the way they planned.

A/N: written for @mfbingo Christmas edition for the square "I can keep you warm".

This was not the White Christmas in the Cascade Mountain Range William had been planning for the last three weeks. He'd planned for a week of fun and relaxation, driving the twenty minutes into town for a dinner or two…that he made reservations for…ice skating, and shopping at quaint little shops in the artsy district, you know, all the silly little touristy stuff couples do on vacation. Now, they were stuck having to waylay all their plans and start from scratch. If the snow ever lightened up. 

"Bloody hell! Stupid sodding weathermen not doin' their bloody job right. Supposed to just be a light snowfall, not a bloody blizzard!" 

William and Liam hurried down the driveway into the cabin, Liam stomping his feet at the door to knock the snow off his boots before heading inside. He cast a wry smirk at Will as the blonde tossed his suitcase on the couch and kicked his boots off, careless of the puddle that would form from the melting snow. 

"Will, it's fine, really."

"'S not fine, it's bloody freezing. And we're trapped out here now till the roads open back up. We were supposed to get here four hours ago so we could head into town for supplies after unpackin'. Now the shops are bloody closed until the day after tomorrow."

"We've got enough food in the truck for the next couple days, and the manager already said they stocked up on the standard stuff. We'll make do, okay?" Liam snagged William's hand as he trudged by and pulled him into an embrace, wrapping his arms around the slim waist and nuzzled into his neck. Feeling Will shudder lightly, he trailed his nose up along his throat, his voice lowering as he whispered into his ear. "And as for the temperature, I'm pretty sure I can keep you warm."

William let out a low groan, and pulled away, his eyes darkening with lust as they traveled over Liam's body.

"I'm going to get a fire going, an' I want you naked, laid out on that faux-bearskin rug, by the time I'm done, understood, Angel?"

Liam's eyes flashed with hunger as his hands began quickly working at his jacket zipper. 

"Yes, Spike."

Another groan and Will shed his coat as he crossed the cabin to the fireplace, thankful that the manager of the rental company had seen to it that plenty of wood was chopped and ready, a large pile of it set beside the stone hearth. He set up a good source of fuel for the flames and managed to get the fire going strong after a minute of fiddling with the kindling. 

Unbuttoning his shirt, he turned back to Liam and stopped, his cock hardening instantly at the sight. Liam was stretched out on the rug as instructed, on his stomach, the firelight flickering mesmerizingly over his smooth, tan skin, his firm buttocks dimpling as the brunette flexed teasingly. 

"Christ, you're a sight, luv." William walked around Liam and stood at his feet. “Show me.”

Liam quickly pulled his knees under him, his ass raising up, legs spreading as wide as he could manage as he presented himself to Will’s heated gaze. His hands slid back to spread his buttcheeks apart, revealing the jeweled plug stretching him open. His cock, which had finally softened after the first hour of the long drive up to the cabin from the airport, was hard as stone again, and leaking steadily under William's watchful eye, the tip brushing tantalizingly against the soft nap of the rug. He almost wished he'd agreed to the matching cock ring this morning when Will had presented him with the erotic addition to their trip up here, he could've used the extra security against cumming without permission.

“God, I love your arse, Angel. Look so bloody hot, all filled up with your pretty, new toy. You know how hard I was most of the way here,” Will growled at the pretty picture his lover made, and dropped to his knees behind him, his hands, warmed already by the fire, grazing lightly over the round globes of his ass and down along his inner thighs, his cock throbbing against his zipper at the low moans his touches garnered. Stroking his fingers upwards, he traced a fingertip around the furled skin of Liam's stretched rim, groaning as he watched the puckered muscle clench and relax around the plug. Nearly two years and he still hadn't tired of this sight. “Knowing you were all slicked up, your lovely hole stretched open around the plug, just waitin’ for a cock to replace it. Should’ve taken you in the plane’s bathroom, introduced you to the Mile High Club. Was even worse in the car, pet. Wanted to pull over a dozen times and just fuck you over the hood of the car.”

Replacing Liam's hands with his own, he held his cheeks spread open and dipped his head down to mouth over the filled hole. Liam let out a soft cry of pleasure, struggling to keep still as William lapped his tongue around the ring of muscle, glad he’d had the foresight to use one of the flavored lubes when he’d inserted the plug for the brunette before they’d left for their flight. 

“Love this bloody arse”, Will repeated himself, the words muffled against Liam’s skin as he licked away the taste of strawberries and cream, his teeth just grazing over the sensitive flesh, pulling fresh moans and whimpers from the younger man. Pulling away slightly, he slid his fingers between butt plug and flesh, circling around the steel base that flared out and tugging it halfway out, watching the skin stretch around the width of the plug. “Christ, pet, could eat you out for hours, make you cum, over an’ over, from just my tongue up this sweet li’l hole. ‘S not what you really want, though, is it, luv? Need my cock, don’t ya, Angel, fillin’ you, stretching you wide, thrustin’ into you the way this li’l toy never could.” 

“Oh, God, Spike…please…fuck me. Need to feel you, Master.”

“Don’t worry, pet, not gonna leave you wanting, need it myself too much to make you wait.” William pulled the plug out completely and quickly eased two fingers into the gaping hole, stretching Liam briefly. They could take it slow later, and anyway, he knew the brunette got off on a bit of pain, which was just fine with him. A fast, hard, fuck was just the outlet he needed after hours of willing away a nearly constant hard-on and the more recent stress of having their plans delayed by Mother Nature’s whims. He let out a groan as Liam pushed back on his fingers and gave his ass a firm smack with his other hand for his impatience as he pulled his fingers out of the slick hole. “Behave, Angel. Now, kneel up, pet. Want you to ride me.”

Liam did as ordered, the sting of the slap on his butt pulsing slightly as he sat back on his heels. He watched hungrily as Will stood up and finished undressing, moaning with need as his long, pale cock was revealed as he stepped out of his jeans, head fully exposed from the foreskin and leaking pre-cum as it curved up towards his stomach. Will smirked and retrieved a small bottle lube from his pocket before laying down beside Liam, not even bothering to order him to give him head; he was close enough to climaxing as it was. 

“C’mon, luv, wanna see you fuck yourself on my cock.” Liam quickly straddled Will’s waist, taking the proffered lube and reaching behind him to slick up the blonde's cock. Will grunted and thrust up into Liam's fist as he stroked the hard length, his head falling back against the rug as frissions of pleasure shot up his spine. "Enough, Angel, take me in."

Lifting up on his knees, Liam positioned himself over the tip of Will's cock, one hand holding it steady, his other sliding down his thighs to cup his balls, lifting them enough for William to watch his cock disappearing inside the brunette. He bore down on the blunt head pushing against his opening, hissing out at the slight burn of pain as William's cock stretched him further. 

"Jesus bloody Christ," Will fought the urge to thrust further into the tight heat surrounding his cock as Liam worked himself down the long shaft, his hands moving back to brace against Will's thighs as he took him in completely. "Fuck, tha's it, pet, so bloody good. Such a good boy, Angel, taking me so fucking deep."

Liam moaned at the soft praise and raised his hips, letting Will's cock slip almost completely out before slamming back down, his own thick cock bouncing against his stomach. 

"Christ! Oh, what a good li'l slut you are, pet." 

William reached up, one hand caressing Liam's flexing thigh, the other sliding up his chest as he began a quick but steady pace, angling his downward thrusts to ensure minimal contact with his prostate. As Will's fingers tugged at his nipples, he let his head fall back against his shoulders, letting out a loud moan of desire when the blonde pinched the hardened nubs painfully. 

"Yeah, such a sweet little pain slut, aren't you, luv? God, you're bloody perfect, Angel, ridin’ my dick so fuckin’ good.”

The warmth of the fire had already begun to affect the brunette, a light sheen of sweat coating the bronzed skin. William licked his lips and surged up, his knees bending to brace the larger man's back as he leaned in and licked a line of sweat from Liam's torso. 

"Jesus!" Liam yelped as the change in position rammed Will's cock against his prostate on the next thrust, a thick spurt of pre-cum dripping down his aching cock at the added sensation. As William mouthed over his skin, he quickened his pace, desperate to bring the smaller man off before he lost control of his own imminent orgasm. "Oh, God, Master…shit, feels so good, love how your cock feels inside me, Spike. Fuck, I don’t know how much longer I can...ahh."

Will growled and slid his hand up Liam's body, wrapping around his neck to pull him up into a deep, thorough kiss. His tongue slid easily into Liam's gasping mouth, tangling briefly with the brunette's before pulling back to bite at his bottom lip. He could feel himself teetering on the brink already; the tight, clenching heat of Liam's ass, the debauched look of the younger man's face as he rode him and fought off his own release, the beautiful, pleading, sounds of his need, all coalescing to drive him to the edge.

"Shite, Angel, love you so bloody much”, Will rasped against Liam’s mouth, pumping his hips up as Liam bore down, arms wrapping around each other’s backs. Crushing the brunette to him, he could feel Liam’s cock leaking a steady stream of pre-cum against his stomach as they rode on and into each other. “Fuck, gonna cum, luv. Fill this sweet, tight arse up, the way you milk my cock so fucking perfect. Oh, yeah, fuck…Liam!”

Will buried his face in Liam’s neck, holding him still in his embrace while he rode out his orgasm, thrusting up into the clenching tightness as his cock pulsed out spurt after spurt of thick, ropey cum. Liam twitched his hips as best he could in Will’s clutching grasp, desperate for his own release as he felt William filling him up. He’d registered the use of his real name but was unsure if they were still in play and didn’t want to risk the punishment, not when he was this close. 

“Spike, Master, please…need to cum.”

The realization that Liam had succeeded in withholding his own climax, without even being ordered, sent a fresh thrill of arousal down William’s spine. Releasing his tight grip on the larger man, he eased Liam off his cock and rose to his knees. Liam groaned at the loss, the sound quickly followed by a louder moan as Will reinserted the butt plug.

“Stand up, luv.” As Liam rose shakily onto his feet in front of him, William looked over at the cuckoo clock above the fireplace, smirking up at the brunette. “Happy Christmas, Liam.”

Before Liam could respond, Will leaned forward and took his entire aching length into his mouth, lips sliding down the leaking cock to the root. 

"Will", Liam yelped as the blonde swallowed around his shaft, the head of his cock nestled in the opening of his throat. He looked down at William, groaning at the sight of his darkened blue eyes staring hungrily back up at him, his spent cock already beginning to reharden. Carding his fingers through Will's peroxided curls, he pulled his head back slightly to thrust his cock along his tongue. "God, baby, I love your fucking mouth. Look so fucking pretty on your knees like this, Will, sucking my dick like a goddamn pro. Want me to fuck your mouth, huh, baby? Wanna feel my cock bruising that sweet little throat?"

William moaned his approval around the girth filling his mouth, his hands coming to rest on his own thighs as he relaxed his jaw. 

Liam groaned at the seldom seen submission in William's features, the heavy-lidded gaze causing another spurt of pre-cum to bubble from his throbbing cock. Tightening his grip on Will's hair slightly, he thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock back into the tight, wet warmth of his lover's throat, starting a fast pace, knowing he wouldn't last more than a minute or two after holding back for so long. 

Will swallowed and suckled around the thrusting length, letting the brunette use him in a way he rarely felt the longing for. He let go of his control and just let his body take over, the feeling of the thick, hard, cock brutally pummeling his throat making his dick ache for a second release. Thoughtlessly, his hand drifted towards his cock, fingers scratching through the sparse nest of curls as he teased himself.

Liam growled at the sight of the blonde’s mindless self-ministrations, the sudden, unexpected need etched on Will’s face driving him closer to the edge. It was far from the first time in the past two years that Liam had been allowed to take the lead, but William didn’t often give over the control so easily and completely. The knowledge that, if he wanted, he could order Will to drop his hand away from his groin and he would do so with merely a disappointed whimper, meant more to him than he could express; for someone so wholly dominant to submit to his this way showed just how much trust there was between them. 

"Fuck, yeah, baby, touch yourself. Jesus, look how hard you are again. All that just from me using your sweet mouth like this?” Liam watched William fist his cock as he thrust his own down his throat. “That’s it, Will, God, yeah, wanna see you blow just from the taste of my dick. Shit, baby, such a good little cocksucker, gonna fucking cum, cum for me, Will. Oh, fuck!"

Liam held Will's head in place as he thrust deeply one last time, his cock pulsing thick spurts of cum down the swallowing throat. Over the roar of his orgasm sounding in his ears, he could just make out the wet squelching of William's hand speeding over his own shaft, the garbled keen and sticky splash of the blonde's release on his calf barely registering as he fought to stay upright through the intense climax. 

William swallowed down the final bursts of cum and lapped away every drop from the softening length before pulling away, tugging the panting brunette down to the floor.

"Bloody fucking hell, that was hot", Will husked, his voice the only sign of the rough treatment Liam had wrought upon his throat.

He swiped his fingers through the glob of cum on Liam's calf and fed them to him, watching him lick them clean before stretching out beside the larger man and capturing his lips in a dirty kiss, mingling the tastes of each other together until they needed to break apart for air.

"Merry Christmas, Will," Liam huffed a laugh against Will's lips, pulling him into the circle of his arms. Reaching behind him, he tugged the large throw blanket from the nearby couch and maneuvered it over the both of them, the warmth of the roaring fire and his long overdue release leaving him sated and sleepy as Will snuggled into him. "I love you, William Pratt."

"And I love you, Liam Devlin. You do know there's a perfectly good bed in the other room, luv?"

"Mm-hmm, don't care. Comfy here, here good."

"Caveman say 'ugh'", Will chuckled in Liam's ear, returning his embrace. Liam merely growled softly and nuzzled into the curve of Will's neck. William sighed, casting his mind to the surprise he'd paid extra for management to set up in the bedroom and shook his head. At least he had the morning to look forward to, then; if the surprise went as hoped, they might not even step foot out of the cabin for another day. "Fine then, Mr. Sleepyhead, but if I get a cramp, you're giving me a massage."

"Mmm, happy ending costs extra, though."

"Oi!"

~~~~~

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XMAS BINGO; Christmas Baking w/ Jax Teller

REQUESTED BY @oreillystolemyheart:

— ❄PAIRINGS: Jax Teller x F!Reader

 — ❄FEATURING: Y/n, Abel Teller, Thomas Teller, Jax Teller.

 — ❄SYNOPSIS:  Baking Christmas cookies with Jax and the kids turn into something else 

 — ❄WARNINGS: errors I missed, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, kitchen sex, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it]

 — ❄w/c: 1045

 — ❄AUTHORS NOTE: this is either a special edition of HOHW or a standalone, depends on how you want to perceive it! Yes Christmas is over but I want to get these done so they don’t get put on hold again for Christmas in 2023 only five more to go

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Jax heard the sound of giggling coming from the kitchen, as he entered his house.

Smiling to himself, he closed the door. Locking it behind him.

He made his way toward the kitchen. Seeing Abel, Thomas and you making cookies. You were holding Thomas in your arm, while Abel was next to you. He was known you for a while now after meeting you at a gas station. Originally he was only going to use you as sex, but he found himself falling for you.

Jax leaned against the door frame. Watching you hold Thomas as you went to put the tray that had cookie dough in the oven. Abel stood by your leg. Holding onto your jeans as he watched in awe.

Jax smiled. His heart was warming at the scene.

Once you finished. You closed the oven door. Turning the timer and oven on. Then looking at Abel and Thomas.

“What should we do know?” You asked them. Abel shrugged his shoulders.

“How about we watch a movie?” You asked.

“Yes,” Abel excitedly spoke. He let go of your jeans, grabbing a hold of your hand instead. When you turned around, you saw Jax standing by the door frame. Making you jump a bit. He was smiling at Abel, Thomas and you.

Abel let go of your hand, rushing over to his father. Your heart swelled at the sight of Jax kneeling, so Abel could crash into him. wrapping his little arms around his father.

Thomas rested his head against your shoulder. Looking at his father with sleepy eyes. You already fed him, and changed him, so, it was time for him to have a nap.

Once Jax was done hugging his son Abel, he whispered something in his ear. Abel let go of his father and rushed out of the kitchen. You heard the sound of a door closing. Assuming Jax told him to go to his room.

You arched your eyebrow, as you looked at him. Jax got up. Walking over to you. He pressed a soft kiss against the top of your head. Lingering there for a second before pulling away. Making you smile softly. He then kissed the top of Thomas's head. Gently taking him from you. Telling you he would put him in his cot.

Jax left the kitchen, went to Thomas’s room, and put him gently into his crib. All the while you decided to clean up.

Jax left Thomas's room quietly. Closing the door gently and walking back to the kitchen. When he entered the kitchen your back was turned to him, as you washed the dishes.

Jax quietly snuck up to you. Wrapping his arms around your waist. You jumped in fright. Turning your head to look behind you. Smiling softly as you saw Jax.

“You scared me,” You spoke. Jax smirked at you. Looking at you intently. 

“I can make it up to you,” He smirked, eyes darkening with lust. Bringing his lips to your shoulders. Leaving a trail of kisses along your shoulder till he reached your neck. sucking harshly on your neck. Trailing his lips up to the shell of your ear.

You knew where this was going.

“What about the kids?” You asked.

“You will have to be quiet,” He responded. Turning you around to face him in one quick move. A gasp left your mouth but Jax silenced it with his mouth. Hands wandering up to boobs, grabbing them.

The kiss turned heated as he groped your boobs. In the heat of the kiss, clothes were ripped off, and lingerie and boxers were tugged off in a rush.  Both of you were left naked. Hands wandering all over each other’s bodies. Jax picked you up, putting you on the counter.

His tongue swipes your lower lip. Making you part your lips. His tongue slipped in between your lips. Both of you fighting for dominance. He won.

You were too preoccupied with the kiss, that you didn’t notice one of Jax’s hands wander off your body to grab his shaft. Guiding it to your heat.

Without so much of a warning, he entered you. Making you let out a gasp, while he let out a moan. Breaking the kiss. His head falls to your neck.

His hand cupped your mouth as he pulled out and entered you again. This time at a fast speed. He continued to thrust in and out of you. His moans were muffled by your neck, while your moans were muffled by his hand. Your hands grab his back. Fingernails digging into his skin. Legs wrapped around his waist.

That only caused Jax to groan. Continuing to thrust into you rougher.

Pleasure courses through your body. Your toes curled as he hit your G-spot with every thrust. Every once in a while he would leave rough kisses on your neck.

Your head tilted back as he kept thrusting into you roughly, at a fast speed. His hands on your waist holding in tight. You knew you would have bruises. But you didn't care.

You tried to quiet your moans but struggled to do so. Though Jax’s hand was still covering your mouth.

With every thrust, your body burned with pleasure. Walls clenching around his cock.

Jax removed his mouth from your neck, trailing kisses to your ear.

Praising you as he thrust into you.

With his praises and thrusts, You could feel the familiar sensation form in the pit of your stomach.

With a few more thrusts your orgasm arises. Tears of pleasure spilled from your eyes. As a strong wave of pleasure washed over your body, Moaning his name loudly as you came hard, but it was muffled by his hand on your mouth.

Jax thrust into you a few more times before his climax hit him, moaning lowly into your ear, as you came down from your high, causing you to whimper. Jax’s stilled in you as he spilled his seed inside of you.

He moved his hand away from your mouth, replacing it with his mouth as he kissed you roughly. He pulled away making you gasp. Eyes opened as you looked at him. His eyes were dark with lust still.

“I love you,” He spoke softly.

“I love you too,” You responded quietly…

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[holylulusworld]

A Christmas dream (2)

Summary: It’s Christmas and another guest arrives.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader, Soldier Boy x Reader, Jensen Ackles x Reader, Beau Arlen x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,5 k

Warnings: language, naughty dreams, fantasies, fangirling, RPF, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, taking turns, cuckolding (kinda), voyeurism, mentions of amateur porn. Plot? What plot?  

A/N: A little snippet of our crazy bunch.

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<< Part 1

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“Fuck the scissors,” Dean grunts in your neck. He has you pressed against the tile wall at the apartment Jensen bought for all of you. “I knew I’ll win your sweet cunt this time.”

The hunter mercilessly fucks you from behind, ignoring one of your other roommates who walks into the showers to watch the show.

“Aw, look at the hunter boy. He tries to fuck like a man,” Soldier Boy mocks. He dips his head to watch Dean’s cock disappear in your slicked sex. “What do you say, baby? Do you want me to take over or does he fuck you good?”

Soldier Boy groans loudly. Over the last year, he became a fan of voyeurism and amateur porn. He gets his phone out to film you and Dean going at it.

“G-ood,” you choke out. You can’t move, or even turn your head as the full length of Dean’s body is pressed against you. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, sweetheart. Let go for me,” the hunter purrs in your ear. “I can feel your pretty pussy flutter around me. I want to feel it. I can’t face my brother with a raging hard-on, can I?”

You whine. “He’s still out cold. Your baby brother shouldn’t drink so much,” Soldier Boy mocks. “Boy, that’s one whiny little bitch you got for a brother.”

“Shut up,” jerking his hips faster in your ass Dean growls at Soldier Boy. “He’s not used to this world. We all are new to a normal life.”

“Fuck, I love our normal life.”

You clamp down hard onto Dean’s cock.

“I love watching her get fucked. It’s almost as good as fucking her,” Soldier Boy crudely says. He cups his crotch, smirking as the hunter finally pulls out of your well-fucked cunt. “Damn, look at her. Your spunk drips out of her pussy and she already bends over for more.”

“Don’t be an asshole all the time,” Dean grunts. “She’s not some whore but our girl. If you want her to make you feel good, treat her the same way.”

“She loves it when I call her my good little slut. Right,” you dip your head to look at Soldier Boy. Or Ben to you. He doesn’t allow anyone else to call him that. Only you. “Come here baby cakes and get on my dick.”

“Dude what the fuck,” you chuckle as Dean won’t stop glaring at Ben. The hunter balls his hands into fists, ready to defend you. “You don’t talk like that to Y/N.”

“Dean, we all have our kinks,” you bite your index finger. “Come over here, Soldier Boy. Get your prize for fighting the evil.”

“I’ll fuck you through the wall.”

You squeak as Ben is on you in the blink of an eye. He picks you up by your waste and forces your legs around his waistline. “Fucking hell, yes!”

“Uh-I’m out of this. I gotta talk to Sammy,” Dean stammers as you wiggle your hips to get on Ben’s dick. “If he’s too rough, holler. I mean it, sweetheart.”

“She likes it rough, hunter boy. Now get the fuck out,” Ben grunts. “I don’t like an audience. I fuck my girl in private. We don’t want one of you to get jealous.”

Damn him. Soldier Boy must be the cockiest bastard you ever met. Not that you would complain. He’s already inching his way inside your hungry cunt, and you are needier than ever.

“Merry Hoemas to me,” you wrap your arms around his neck. He chuckles as you eagerly start moving up and down his length. “Fuck, that training finally pays off. Watch my moves.”

“My eager beaver is fucking herself on my large cock,” he pecks your lips. “Come on, fuck me harder, kitten. I want you to come all over me. I’ll fill you up so well. It will be the first Christmas present tonight…”

“Damn, I’m sore and tired but if that wasn’t something else,” you nuzzle your face in Jensen’s neck. My men taking turns is so fucking hot.”

“Baby, you need a rest,” Dean tuts as you lift your head to glance at his ass. He lies flat on his stomach and buries his face into one of the soft pillows you bought. He tries to get a little sleep after your naughty Christmas escapade. Or in your words – the fuck-o-ton deluxe. “Me too. I’m getting too old for this shit.”

“If you can’t fuck her good, leave her alone,” Ben pokes your ass with his index finger. “I can go for hours.”

“No fighting,” you play with Jensen’s hair; sighing as you’ve missed him over the last weeks. “How was filming?”

“Great, exhausting…and I’ve missed you.”

“I bet you have missed us too,” Dean chuckles at Soldier Boy’s words. “Traitor. How can you play that boring sheriff after you played me and hunter boy over there.”

“Hey, keep me out of this shit,” Dean grumbles. “I just got used to this new life, and that Ackles somehow is my alter ego.”

“I’m not your alter ego. You are a role I played,” Jensen argues. “Now shut up. I need some sleep.”

“No fighting, guys,” you tut. “It’s Christmas and we should be thankful for having each other. Even though we come from different universes, we are a big happy family.”

“A family who likes to fuck you,” Soldier Boy tickles your foot. “I love devouring your sweet cunt, babycakes.”

“I know you do.”

You close your eyes, ready to get a good night's sleep. “Night baby. Be ready to end up on your hands and knees under the tree.”

“Shut up, Soldier Boy. We all need sleep.”

“Hmm…” you turn in your sleep to wrap your arms around Dean’s waistline.

You’re caged between him and Jensen as you dream another dream of your favorite men.

The only difference is, this time a certain sheriff plays a role in your dream. “No, too much,” you whine feeling hands grope your body. “I can’t cum again.”

“Babycakes, you’re having a naughty dream again,” Ben sits up on the huge bed to poke your thigh. “If you need a cock, have mine.”

“No sudden movement,” you sit up on the bed as you hear someone bark orders at Soldier Boy. “What are you doing here with that young lady?”

You know that voice, but your brain is still a little foggy and there is no light helping you make out a face. “Dude, what the fuck are you doing at our apartment?”

“I said, no sudden movement,” Dean is faster than expected. He jumps out of the bed and throws himself at the intruder, burying him under his body.

“What are you, buddy?” the hunter growls. “Demon, werewolf, a nice little shapeshifter?”

“What the fuck is going on here?” Soldier Boy helps Dean hold the man down. “Who are you?”

“What?” Jensen switches the light on. He leaves the bed, frowning deeply as his newest character gets pinned down by Dean and Soldier Boy. “Beau?”

“Beau?” you climb out of the bed to get a better look at the intruder. “Oh-fuck…this is bad. No—no. I didn’t do a thing.”

“You dreamed of him, didn’t you?” Jensen clicks his tongue. “What did you dream about, Y/N? I bet you wanted us all to rail you.”

Jensen crosses his arms over his chest and watches you like a hawk.

“Yeah, what did you dream this time, sweetheart?” Dean grunts as the newcomer wiggles in his grip. “Buddy, just lie there and shut up. We gotta talk to our girl.”

“Your girl?” Beau dips his head to get a better look at you in nothing but a pair of panties. “She’s your girl?”

“What didn’t you get, dude? Y/N is our girl,” Soldier Boy slaps Beau’s forehead. “Did you hit your head? And how did you get in here?”

“What is going on…oh fuck no,” you cross your arms over your chest to cover your breasts when Sam stumbles into the bedroom. “Another one?” He furrows his brows. “How do you do this?”

“How shall I know, Sammypedia,” you huff. “It’s your job to find out why Jensen’s characters love to end up in my bed. We brought you here for a reason.”

“You didn’t bring me here,” Sam bites back. “You dreamed of me and Dean double-teaming you.”

You sigh dreamily. “Yeah, that was a good dream. You were much nicer in my dream. You’re a jerk in reality.”

“Because I don’t want to have sex with you while my brother is in the same room,” Sam grumbles.

“You could’ve given me your cock at least once.”

“No giving her your cock, Sammy,” Dean warns. “I’m already playing rock, paper, scissors daily. You’ll not do dirty things to my girl.”

“Our girl,” Jensen corrects. “Now, what do we do with our newcomer?”

“We should tell him about the rules,” Soldier Boy sizes Beau up. “I’m warning you, asshole. Y/N is my little slut. She only turns into a whore for my cock.”

“She doesn’t look like a bad girl,” you give Beau a wink as he won’t stop staring at your exposed legs. “I bet she’s a good girl. I’m Beau Arlen, miss. Can you tell me where I am?”

You crouch down to get a closer look at Beau. “This is my bedroom and I’m afraid, you cannot leave it ever again,” you run your fingers through his hair. “My, aren’t you a pretty sheriff. I bet you can be a good boy too…”

>> Part 3

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with this can you use prompt numbers 31 & 44 with narcissa x reader? like maybe cissy is the readers teacher but can you make it really smutty? like cissy is the dom obviously but you can make this anyway you like🤭🤭

Togetherness Through Hard Times ~Dom!Teacher!Narcissa Malfoy xFem Sub!Student!Reader ~Holiday Bingo

Summary— Narcissa and Reader comfort each other through a xmas alone. Anon Response— Hi hi @mxmmyviolet !! Of course I can write this, thank you for the request! Hope you Enjoy 💞💞

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Prompt- Spending X-mas Alone

#31. “What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about them/me?”

#44. “That’s right, grind down on me…”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, light smut, grinding, teasing, dom/sub relations, fluff, happy endings, etc.

Enjoy (;

It was Christmas morning. Bright and early. And most of the campus was deserted. There were a few straggler students and staff, but most people went home or on vacation for the winter break.

But not you. You were on your way to the library. Spending Christmas on your own.

You entered the vast, multi-story building quietly. It had the same deserted feeling as every other area on campus. You walked directly to the Philosophy section on the second floor.

To your surprise as you entered the section of shelves upon shelves of philosophical books, you saw your Paideia instructor Professor Black.

God was she terribly attractive…

You had thoroughly enjoyed her class on Greek Philosophy last semester, and you had already signed up for her Ethics and Morals Class in the upcoming semester.

She was always wearing something that hugged her curves perfectly. And she had mentioned her being divorced with a kid, the divorce part not helping your mind…

The woman caught your rather long lingering gaze, and she smirked. You had really no choice but to walk over to her.

“Hi Professor Black…!”

“Hello Darling, Narcissa is completely alright when we aren’t in the classroom.” Narcissa purred.

You gulped and nodded.

��Are you spending today alone?” She asked, her face contorting with concern.

You shuffled your feet back and forth.

“Yes” you muttered, kind of ashamed you had nowhere to go for winter break.

“That’s alright, love. I am as well. There is nothing wrong with that. Would you like to join me…?”

You bit your lip and blushed lightly, nodding profusely.

“Yes please”

Narcissa nodded in understanding, motioning you to come over caringly. You gingerly sat next to the woman, shuffling around in the seat anxiously.

“Do I make you nervous, Darling…?” Narcissa chuckled in a teasing manner.

“Maybe…” you squeaked, your face going redder.

Narcissa chuckled again, this time darker, her eyes sparkling with a newfound edge. She placed a hand on your leg, near your knee.

“Is this alright…?”

You nodded bashfully.

“I expect words, Darling.” She commanded.

“Yes Ma’am, I like it…” you whimpered.

Narcissa smirked, slowly moving her hand up your thigh.

“You are adorable…” she purred.

You blushed even harder at your words.

“What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve had about me…?” Narcissa purrs inquisitively, “Tell me your naughtiest fantasies…”

Your breath hitched and you were caught off guard by her question.

“I… I— you fucking me…” you stuttered.

“That’s all…?”

Narcissa quirked an eyebrow at you.

“N-no…”

The woman then grabbed ahold of your hips, swiveling you onto her lap. You gasped, but eagerly started lighting grinding against the professor. Narcissa chuckled once more, halting your grinding, earning a whimper from your lips.

“Use your words…” she ordered.

“D-don’t want to be alone… need to feel w-warm n loved…” you whispered, filling your face with the crook of Narcissa’s neck.

Her hold on your hips relented, letting you start grinding down on her once more.

“That’s right, grind down on me…” Narcissa purred, “Good girl. Let mommy take care of you…”

You whimpered desperately at the woman’s words, nodding fervorously.

“Yes mommy, please mommy…”

“Shhhh, I’ve got you, sweetness…” Narcissa cooed comfortingly.

Her hands helped your hips grind down against her thigh.

Your breathing got increasingly uneven, as you chased your high against the woman’s thigh. Your eyes rolled back and you let out a string of breathy whimpers. Narcissa’s fingers slipped underneath your shirt, getting a burger hold of your figure and more effectively helping you get off on her thigh.

The friction between your panties and your pants against her tensed thigh was delicious and clouding your mind more and more. You let out a particularly breathy and lewd moan.

“M-mommyyy mmmm close…!” You whined.

This woman had melted you into a desperate sex puddle so quickly…

“Just like that, Darling… Cum for mommy.” Narcissa cooed, tensing her thigh even more for your frictional delight.

You huffed and groaned, hunching over and into the woman’s embrace as your first orgasm crashed into you. Narcissa comforted and lead you through your high, holding you close and tight afterwards.

“Such a good girl…” she purred in your ear.

You hummed with delight into the woman’s embrace.

“I’ve got you, love. Neither of us will be spending this Christmas alone.” Narcissa cooed.

“Thank you…” you whispered, nuzzling even further into her.

~~~

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[idabbleincrazy]

Neither Holly Nor Jolly

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: T

Pairing: Spangel, mentioned past Sparmony

Word Count: 1119

Warnings: fluff, crackfic, some swearing, minor bashing of xmas carols, tiny mention of thoughts of suicide, brief angst

Summary: Spike has a good reason for not liking modern carols.

A/N: yeah...i have no idea.

Written for @mfbingo Christmas edition for the square "A Holly Jolly Christmas"

“If I have to hear that bloody song one more time, I’m gonna rip someone’s vocal chords out!”

Angel heaved a sigh and looked up from his paperwork as Spike stormed into his office, slamming the door behind him. Stomping across the room, the blonde vampire flopped into one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, splaying himself lewdly, one leg slung over an armrest.

"What the hell are you whining about now, Spike?"

"Look, Peaches", Spike ignored the low growl of warning at Angel's hated moniker, "I know this place is evil-"

"Formerly evil."

"Yeah, right, formerly evil. Whatever. Point is, evil or not, if one more person starts singing A Holly Jolly Christmas 'round me, I cannot be held accountable for my actions."

"Thought you liked Christmas carols?” Angel set his pen down, resigned to the fact that he wouldn’t be getting any more work done until he managed to placate the whining blonde sitting across from him. “You certainly wouldn't shut up the entire month of December back in the day."

“Yeah, but those were real carols; Good King Wenceslas, Silent Night, Joy to the World, those are Christmas carols. This sugary pop bollocks from the ‘50’s onward have nothing on the songs we’d hear pealing out from the men, women, and kiddies crowding the London streets as we sought out our own li’l holiday feasts.”

“So you don’t like the modern carols because they don’t have evil memories attached to them?” Angel tilted his head, one eyebrow raised in confusion. Sometimes, he just couldn’t understand his Grandchilde. “Shouldn’t that fact be a reason to like them even more?”

“No!” Spike started, then paused, his eyes darting away from Angel’s bemused gaze.

“Then what?”

“I…it’s not ‘cause they’ve evil memories attached to ‘em. It’s just…they’ve got memories of family, of us, attached to them. After me an’ Dru parted ways with Darla, we never really bothered with the whole Christmas thing, not like the four of us did. Weren’t the same.”

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Y'know, she nearly drove me barmy that first year, after China - Dru. Almost the whole bloody month, she wouldn't stop wailing. Threatened to greet the sun a time or twelve, too, till I started chaining 'er up in the basement durin' the day." Angel's eyes widened at the revelation as Spike spoke. He knew Drusilla had taken his departure hard, but he'd no idea it had been that bad for her. "Was a time or two I nearly decided to let her, an' follow right behind."

"Spike-"

"Didn't, did I?" Spike cut over Angel, needing to get it out before he lost the suddenly bolstered nerve. "Week before Christmas, though, she stopped. Right in the middle of a cryin' fit, she went still, her eyes huge as could be. An' then, in the silence, I could hear it, same as she did. Carolers, their voices drifting in through a window one of the minions must've left open. O, Holy Night. As they sang, a smile, first in a long while, spread on her lips, and she just…sagged against me. I don't think she'd felt a moment's peace from the night you left until just that instant. She actually laughed, one of those sweet giggles of 'ers, y'know? And for the rest of the night, she was lucid again; we were able to hunt like normal, there was no threat of chasing the sunrise."

Spike looked back over at Angel finally, newfound guilt etched on the elder vampire's face at the realization of the pain his curse and subsequent abandonment had caused his Childer. Spike sighed and gave him a small smile, inwardly kicking himself for unthinkingly adding onto Angel's copiously burdened soul.

"Things went better after that. Whenever Dru started callin' out for you, I'd start singing for her, and she'd quiet down soon enough. So, yeah, I prefer the older ones over these chart-toppers any day. They've lost the depth of it, lack the heart and storytelling of the old stuff."

Angel nodded silently, mulling over the blonde's confession. There really wasn't much he could think of to say that would make things better, or make up for Spike having to go through that pain in the first place.

"Look, would it help if I put an office-wide moratorium on Christmas songs written after, say, 1915? I can't go back and change what happened, but I can at least pull rank as CEO and keep the mindless minions of evil from driving my Childe, and consequently, me, up the wall."

"You'd really do that? For me?"

"Tis the season, right?"

Angel stood from his desk and walked around it, pulling Spike up to his feet. Cupping the younger vampire's cheek, he smiled sadly.

"You do know if Darla hadn't given me that ultimatum, I would have stayed, right? I'd followed you guys to China because I hated being away from my family, but she wouldn't settle for letting me hunt in a way the soul could accept. And I just couldn't be the kind of evil she wanted."

"I know, pet. Didn't then, she never explained it. But I get it."

Angel sighed and pulled Spike into a hug, his cheek resting against the heavily gelled hair as the blonde tucked his head under his chin. Unbidden, a soft purr began in Spike's chest, Angel's rumbling in automatic response as their demons found an odd peace.

Just then Harmony walked in, singing loudly as she crossed the office and set another stack of files on Angel's desk. Spike's purring turned into a growl, and he struggled to pull out of Angel's embrace, but the brunette tightened his hold around him until his secretary flounced back out the room.

"Can I at least kill her? She is still soulless, after all."

"No, Spike."

"Oh, come on! Memo or no memo, y'know the bint is gonna be tryin' to goad me with that bloody song the rest of the month!"

"I don't know, I kinda like that one."

Spike scoffed and shoved away from Angel.

"You would. Christ, A Holly Jolly Christmas is bad enough, but Last Christmas?!? Seriously? I should hunt down the people who gave Wham! a career and eat their bloody hearts."

"Spike, no eating people's hearts, and no killing my secretary. Anyways, Harmony probably owes you a few digs, she is your ex."

"So're you."

"Technically, I'm your ex-ex. And, luckily," Angel smirked evilly and darted back as he began to sing off-key, "baby, all I want for Christmas…is youuu!"

"Oh, you rotten son of a bitch!" Spike gave chase as Angel ran out of the office. "That's it, Angelus. I'm gonna deck your bloody halls, mate!"

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