You’ve been so damn bratty this year, a naughty, bad girl.
Or, that’s what Krampus puts on his list so he’s justified in what he’s got planned. He had been craving you, keeping a close eye on his favorite person throughout the year.
Every year you’ve been a good girl, helping out your family, excelling at your work, and even giving your time to help those in need when you could… so why were you standing face to face with the furry beast as he climbed through your window?
“W-who are you? I’ll call the-“
Before you could continue, you were picked up easily, carried to your bedroom. Krampus threw you on the bed and unbuckled his belt, pulling out his cock and pumping it a few times as he pulled your hips towards him.
“You ain’t calling anyone, princess. You’ve been a bad girl, and if you want a present you’ll take your punishment.”
You yelped as he pulled your panties to the side, giving your pussy a slap before sinking his fingers into your cunt. “Gonna have to stretch this out, princess. Too damn tight, you’re sucking my fingers in.”
You could feel him curl his fingers inside of you, his long tongue latching onto your clit. “Such a naughty girl, getting this wet during your punishment. You’re liking this too much…”
But you could hear the purr in his voice, he was enjoying this far more than you were. Krampus rubbed the tip of his cock against your tight hole, laughing when you squirmed.
“It’s t-too big, y-“
He speared you on his cock, groaning as you cried out in shock. You struggled, whimpering as he began to move.
You let out another yelp as he smacked your ass, leaving a red handprint on your ass cheek. It was embarrassing how wet his spanking was making you, each slap making you moan and drool like a whore.
“That’s it, you’re taking me so well, princess. Just be my good little whore and you’ll get your present.”
You clenched around him, and he leaned over to groan into your ear. “That’s it, here’s your present, baby.”
You felt him swell up inside of you, cum shooting into your womb and filling your belly. It felt warm and sticky as it flowed down your thighs, making a mess on the bed.
As you recovered, he turned you over, groping at your breast.
“Mmph… maybe you deserve another present, princess.”
I love you so so much and I’m so glad to call you one of my best friends. While this screenie isn’t very Christmas-y, I still thought it was cute! (Omi’s model was being a brat)
I HOPE CHRISTMAS IS THE BEST FOR YOU!
MERRY CHRISTMAS EMMA MY LOVE!!!
I'm cryinggg this is so cuteeeeeeee my heart 🥹🥹
to this I always say: AND I YOU!! because I really do love you sooooo much and am actually sobbing at you saying this because you are one of my bestest, dearest friends too ♥️♥️♥️ I hope you'll have the best of Christmases tomorrow with your family!
"Hi! Could I request some fluffy Sam and prompt 3 & 7? Thanks!" From Anon as our first holiday request!
Here is a cute and cheeky one shot <3 Thanks for the request!
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There was a serenity to the farm during winter. The wide expanse of land in front of your comfortable, and rapidly growing, cabin was blissfully empty of demanding crops. Buzzing of bugs was notably missing from the open air and you hadn't had a mosquito bite in two months, a true record considering your line of work. The animals you considered to be friends rather than food were cozied up in their respective coops and barns and filled to the brim with hay that you had so painstakingly collected during the previous three seasons.
During this time you were able to sit in front of your fireplace, hands wrapped comfortably around a mug of tea while the blueberry tart you had prepared as a mid day snack finished in the oven. You were glad to be on the outskirts of the town as you knew Lewis would be knocking your door down for a bite if he knew that you had blueberries growing in spades within your greenhouse.
You took in a deep breath, stretching out your legs from your arm chair as they had begun to ache. That soreness in your muscles reminded you fondly of the major adjustment you had gone through in the first year after moving to the valley. You had not had the muscle definition or energy to survive most days but here you were after endless support from your parents who you missed dearly, and the town members who had helped facilitate the spark within you that you Grandfather had begun with his letter.
However, there was one man within the town who kept you awake at night with whirling thoughts and a pounding chest. Sam had been one of the most welcoming within the town when you had first arrived. You had been able to tell from everyone's long looks and odd greetings that you were one of the more interesting things to have happened in what could be assumed to have been the past decade. Sam's eyes had held the same curiosity as everyone else but there was a warmth and welcoming that only Evelyn and Robin had seemed to extend.
You held no grudges. You had been a stranger at the time, nobody sure of who you would turn out to be and if you were worthy of becoming part of the tight knit community. Considering your struggles in Zuzu city at your soul sucking corporate job, you hadn't been sure who you'd turn out to be either. What you had known is that you lacked passion. Every day had been a struggle and every day had been the same. You'd had your parents' love but no true friends or connections, nor a fuzzy companion since your apartment didn't allow for pets.
Sam though, had passion pouring from him. Eyes bright, body animated. He was everything you craved. At first, you thought the magnetism you felt between you two was due to your need to feel alive again. You needed to feel the flush on your cheeks from hot days spent in the summer sun, a soreness in your face from grinning too much, and a content sigh falling from your lips after ending a fulfilling day. Looking at him, even all those years ago, you knew he could give that to you.
The gut feeling had been there since he'd asked for your opinion on what sort of music he should make if he put together a band. Sam had taken the time to ask a new friend a personal question and you had internally applauded the bravery. That was what began to shift your interest from merely feeling something, to wanting to feel everything with him.
You had grown in your time and you were lucky enough to watch Sam grow too. From trying his best to help raise Vincent in the physical absence of his father and the emotional absence of his mother, to securing a gig to spread the music he so loved making. Through all of this you had stumbled and then surrendered to falling in love.
Looking into his eyes, as you so often did, you had once again known he felt the same. When you had stayed in his bed, heart pounding and hands sweating, there had been a dare in the set of your brow as he hovered just a step away from the covers. You felt as if you could close your eyes and see every detail of that moment. Sam had gulped, eyes widening ever so slightly as he reached for the covers. Falling into his twin bed beside you, his usually animated movements were slowed. Warmth spread in your chest and butterflies took flight in your stomach when he set a hand at the small of your back, arm over your waist and his head resting against his palm so he could look down at you.
Without a word, he had leaned forward and brushed his lips against yours, tentative and worried until you pressed back in answer that you wanted this, wanted him more than anything. It was a battle to keep the kiss chaste. You had been dreaming of that moment for so long and now that you had it you were greedy. Sam must have felt the same because you could still remember the way he pulled you tighter to him and slanted his mouth against yours again, and again, and again until you were panting and grinning against his own smile.
The next most exciting thing to happen to the town after your arrival years previous, was your wedding. Your father traveled to walk you down the isle and the best things from both of your worlds had all gathered in the town square. Now you were in the first winter of your marriage and you had Sam to keep your warm and satisfied all through it.
With swirling and romantic thoughts of your husband you pushed yourself from your chair and led yourself to the porch. You couldn't help the shiver that spread from your toes to the tips of your head at the brisk air that was so very different to the warmth of the fireplace that had lulled you into your sentimental thoughts in the first place. It didn't take long for you to catch sight of the flash of electric blue and sunny blonde that was in the field out front. Two dilapidated balls of snow sat stacked haphazardly while Sam worked on a third. The bottom snowball resembled the size of your prize goat, and was slightly more spherical (but not as much as one would think when making a snowman). The next was closer in size to one of your summer melons and you had to stifle a giggle behind your reddening hand.
With a huff and a hoist, Sam topped off the stack of snow with another ball which was nearly identical to the one below it.
"Is that supposed to be a snowman?" You called out from the porch, barely biting back your laughter as Sam's head snapped up.
"You love my music so much, I thought you'd be able to recognize real art when you saw it," He couldn't fight his immediate grin at the sight of you, the open book that he was, but he did school his expression into something falsely haughty.
"Oh of course my love, your snowy sculpture rivals even Leah's work."
He rolled his eyes good naturedly at your teasing as he made his way towards you. "I was going to use the coal from the chest for his face, you probably would have been able to tell then,"
You nodded in playful confirmation as he wrapped his arms around you, shoving his cold nose into your neck before placing equally as chilled kisses there. This was one of your favorite things about Sam. His affections towards you never changed or shifted in the slightest. If anything, he had just grown more bold. You supposed it was fair, seeing as you lived far from peeping eyes, and you were no better with the returning of affection.
It was a love so true that you could fall into it forever and find a new bud of excitement every day that was begging to bloom within your chest.
"There is a reason you are a musician, but I love your snowman all the same," You tugged gently at the longer hair at the back of his neck with your jest and he skimmed his fingertips against your sides in retaliation.
Sam only hummed, walking you backwards into the house, nudging the door closed with his foot. You thought he would release you then but his arms only tightened as he lifted you from the ground. You wrapped your legs around his waist to secure your spot against him even as you squeaked in protest. It was only when he pressed your back against the entry to the stairs between your kitchen and living room that you understood his game.
Looking up you spotted the flash of green and red that he had nailed to the top of the frame. It hung over you and reminded you of each and every romantic gesture Sam made in the earnest efforts to keep your relationship as exciting as the first day.
December first is when he'd hung the mistletoe and every day since he had tugged you under it as often as possible. You had to admit he hadn't yet that day and the sun was now beginning to drift below the horizon. You supposed there was only so much time left for him to complete his daily mission of flustering you.
Despite this, you had to play a little bit. "Stop trying to make me walk under the mistletoe".
"Last I checked, you weren't walking under it, babe. And now that I think about it- you probably won't be for the rest of the night."
You let out a shriek as Sam raced you two on eager legs to your bedroom, a wide and mischievous grin on his bright face. Sam had ignited the spark in you all those years ago and you'd have the rest of your life together to fan that flame.
WHAT THE HECK THIS is too cute char!!! Look at him all excited in his animal crossing form I just wanna squeeze him!!!!!! 😤😤 thank you hehe you know what tho since drawing Philip i’ve been wanting to draw another one of ur prewetts… so heres a quick one of lily wishing you merry Christmas 💕
Hera happily ran through the house, chasing her little sister Kani and her big brother Zwei in their long game of tag! She might be "it" now, but she'd get them soon! Kani is gonna regret starting this game wif her!
They rounded the corner quickly, and Hera did as well, hot on their heels! All of their parents and other guests meanwhile had taken to sitting down in the family room and started opening presents with her little brother Dusk and Apollo, who had both taken a break from the pupper's game to rest or visit with other family. They were all waiting for the turkey, ham, and other food to finish cooking, so they started with the gifts early.
Hera, Zwei, and Kani however weren't too keen on ending their game early though, as none of them wanted to be the last one it~.
Jaune and Pyrrha laughed as they watched their big girl Hera round the corner and bump her head into Kani's butt, tagging her and then turning around to run the other way. They were very happy to see her having so much fun. Just like they were happy to see their daughter squeal in excitement as she opened her presents.
Making fire for cuddles for Balam please? (I immediately thought of him when I saw "cuddles") Thank you!
No, thank you! I love this prompt and it really does fit him. This ended up really inspiring me and I couldn’t resist, so I hope ya’ll will enjoy this short little holiday drabble.
“Are you okay there, love?”
Balam’s voice startled you a little, though it really shouldn’t have. You’d been all too aware of his eyes on you all this time. The sensation was pleasurable, as you always loved having all of your boyfriend’s attention on you, but at the same time, you would admit it was making you a little nervous. It didn’t help that you were struggling a little more than you had figured you would. It had seemed so easy, after all.
“Yep! Everything’s going perfect! In just a few minutes, the fire will be roaring away,” you chirped out with a faux cheeriness.
Balam’s doubtful eyes watched you carefully as you worked. It was taking everything in him not to, once again, offer his assistance. You’d made it pretty clear, given your previous five refusals of it, that this was something you wanted to do on your own. But still, he hated seeing you fail at anything, especially when he knew that, if you just allowed him to help, the problem would be solved quickly.
You concentrated hard, biting down on your bottom lip as, once again, you tried arranging more paper and thin sticks on top of the logs you’d stacked up just so. This wasn’t your first attempt but you were confident it would be your last. Leaning back and taking a good look at it, your shaking fingers picked up the pack of matches, which was down to its last match.
“You’ll see! I’ll just light some of this paper and everything will catch this time. It’ll be so nice, won’t it? Cuddling together in front of a nice, warm fire, especially with that snowstorm going on out there.”
“We could just cuddle without the fire,” Balam offered, his voice a little hesitant. He knew you had your heart set on this, and while the idea definitely sounded lovely and it would be enjoyable, he’d honestly be just as happy with any cuddling time with you. It was one of his favourite things about you – how open and physically affectionate you were with him, how you never denied him skinship or made him feel weird for how much cuddling time he really did need.
“I got this! Show some faith in me, why don’tcha?!”
Balam sighed, looking at you, closing his eyes for a moment. He felt awful, knowing his words had likely hurt you.
“Of course. You know I always believe in you. You have this, I know you do.”
Smiling once more, with renewed confidence that stopped the shaking in your fingers, you lit the last match, holding it up to one of the pieces of paper. You and Balam watched, excited, as itty-bitty flames started to lick up the piece of paper. The paper blackened into ash, the flames growing larger as they jumped onto the next piece of paper and the next. You and Balam were both leaning forward now, wide eyes thrilled at the progress you were seeing, smiles wide on your faces.
A smile that quickly left your faces as the papers burned down to ashes, the twigs underneath the paper barely catching and quickly burning out, leaving only black spots along their light bark. Balam’s eyes were quick to go from the fire to you and what he saw hurt his heart. The crestfallen expression on your face as you stared, glassy-eyed and moments away from angry tears at your last failed attempt was something that Balam had never, ever wanted to see on your face and it was something that he prayed he would never let cross your face again.
You gasped, the sound loud in the silent air, caught by surprise at the feeling of strong arms almost lifting you up as they pulled you backwards. Within seconds, you’d been settled into Balam’s lap, your legs resting over top of one of his, one of his large hands stroking lines along your thigh while the other one stroked your hair and held your head to his chest. You could hear the hummingbird beat of his heart, always a lot quicker than you expected it to be.
“I don’t know about you, but I’m feeling very warm right now,” Balam whispered. “You’re all the warmth I need, after all.”
You could feel the heat at your cheeks, spreading up into your ears and down into your neck at his cheesy words. Still, you couldn’t help but grin, nuzzling into him in an attempt to hide your smile in his chest.
