I Had Three Fic Ideas. Wrote One. I Still Have Three Ficideas. This Is Not How Math Is Supposed To Work.

i had three fic ideas.  wrote one.  i still have three fic ideas.  this is not how math is supposed to work.

i love how she tries to convince herself that it's a completely innocent glimpse 🥺

Binoculars see all (smut)

Larissa weems x reader

Larissa accidentally spotting something with binoculars 👀

Warning smut ahead!!

Authors notes: had this idea in my head for ages and finally wrote it out! I am currently taking requests, and please leave comments they are so greatly appreciated ☺️

Larissa pov

Watching Wednesday shoot that perfect bullseye, Larissa couldn’t help but smirk. She had to admit it but the young lady was something else and if only she behaved could be Nevermores finest student yet.

Seeing a flash of movement out of the corner of her binoculars her curiosity peaked and moved her view to the tower on the other side of the school. She liked to keep an eye on all her students making sure they were not getting into trouble.

Scanning up and down the tower she finally spots what had caught her eye.

There you were strutting around your room naked at the day you were born with your wet hair clinging to your body. You had clearly just gotten out of the shower and were getting ready for teaching. Realising what she had just seen she gasped pulling the binoculars away a deep blush spreading across her face.

She moved back to her desk trying to shake the image of your body out of her head, looking at the binoculars sitting on her desk. She bit her lip, ‘just one look won’t hurt’.

‘no this is deeply inappropriate and quite frankly a huge invasion of privacy!’ she fought with her inner monologue telling her self.

‘well I could at least check that she’s ready and not going to run late for classes’

Gingerly lifting them and moving to the window she looks again. Scanning over your body, Larissa couldn’t help but lick her lips.

You bent over ass to the window fetching a box from under your bed and moving to door checking it was locked. Giving Larissa a full view of your beautiful legs and ass, she bit her lip to suppress a moan and her eyes grew darker.

Larissa pondered to herself why you were still naked but that was soon answered when you lifted a vibrator from the box.

Perching yourself up on our bed, you teased yourself. Running hands over your breasts and Larissa couldn’t help but mirror you, running her own hand over her covered body with her free hand.

She could see you moan and she could feel heat pooling down below, wishing she could hear your noises. Her hands twitched as your own moved down pinching your own nipples.

Groaning she saw your hands delve to your core, playing with your clit you circled your fingers legs clenching together. You moved fast then slow, drawing out moans and whimpers.

Reaching for the vibrator you slid it over your slick heat, back arching at the stimulation. You pinched at your nipples again and rubbed the vibrator down over your clit and then is disappeared into your folds.

Larissa couldn’t help but touch herself, her hand slipping down her skirt and finding her own clit and rubbing her clit feeling her slickness coating her fingers.

A moan escaped her lips as she was already soaking, the taboo actions of her hand as she watched you had her so close.

Watching you she could tell you were close , your breaths were laboured and movements were getting more frantic, faster and rougher.

She watched your lips wishing she could claim them, she was so close. Larissa hand sped up and gasped she watched as you came undone she could have sworn she saw you mouth her name but couldn’t be sure.

She was so close herself watching you come to your pleasure and ride it out. Rubbing faster she looked to your eyes and gasped dropping the binoculars and ripping her hand from her skirt.

She could have sworn you were looking directly at her. ‘there’s no way she could have seen me, she wouldn’t have been able too!’ Trying to reason with herself to get her heart rate back down.

She swiftly picked up the binoculars putting them on her desk. Larissa planted herself back in her seat and tried to look at the paperwork that was sitting in her desk to rid her mind of what she had seen, trying to convince herself she was not caught by you.

She was gaining success in the distraction only breaking focus when she shifted her legs and felt the pleasurable discomfort between her legs that she so desperately wanted to be resolved.

‘I’m sure it would only take a second to fix’ all her resolve and sense went out the window when she pressed her fingers against her clothed core. Moaning she spread her leg and moved her underwear to the side, her fingers applying pressure to her swollen clit .

Not wanting to waste time she started to move her hand in swift movement, it wasn’t long until she was at her breaking point. Biting her lip as her pleasure was on the edge, she moved faster image’s of you running through her mind, imaging your moans and whimpers. Imaging her fingers were your own.

Gripping the desk with her free hand knuckles turning white, her eyes widened and all movements grinded to a stop when she heard the door to her office knock.

i want larissa weems to slam me against a wall and roughly make out with me

Imagine you suddenly had your icon’s voice

so unfair

🎀Santa, Baby🎀

🎀part 3🎀

✨️walkie talkie whimpers ✨️

❗️ 18+ MINORS DNI ❗️MATURE CONTENT❗️

Part 1

Part 2

Summary: Who said you can't teach an old dog new tricks? Santa's a fast learner.

Pairing: Bimbo!Reader x Sleepy!Santa

A/N: this one contains a lil more spoilers so if you haven't seen the movie yet, please do! But you've been warned. Another short, sweet but naughty one. enjoy, y'filthy animals 💋

Cw: age gap ✨️ voice kink ✨️ using walkie talkies for naughty  ✨️ mutual masturbation ✨️ dirty talks w Christmas puns, always ✨️ violent night spoilers ✨️ edging ✨️

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"Santa?" You called into the walkie talkie, hoping this time he'd finally pick up but once more hearing nothing but that damn white noise.

It wasn't the first time you called since last Christmas, but at no point had he picked up. You really thought for a moment he gave you a broken gadget, feeling silly everytime you called his name into the void. You figured, hoped, he was just working in the workshop and not ignoring you. You had been so good so far, rejecting every advance and flirtation in hopes of getting your true present, there's no way he could be ignoring you. Right?

"Santa!" You sighed in frustration, slapping your thigh as you threw yourself back on your bed. "Hello?!?" You were determined to get his attention tonight. It had been six months since you last saw him and you were missing his voice more than anything.

"Why the fuck would you give me a broken fucking toy." You mumbled to yourself before clicking the walkie talkie to send your last message to get lost in the static.

"Tell your elves to pick up the goddamn slack, they're giving you broken toys, Nikamund." You rolled your eyes before tossing the broken black box at the edge of your bed.

You sat there, the pillow he gave you last year under your head as you grimaced angrily. The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable but you wanted to be good, for him. You were his good girl, and you were set on proving it. You needed your gift this year so badly it almost hurt.

Suddenly you heard static before a crackle coming from the peice of junk. You sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed and grabbed it, hopefully waiting.

"Hello?" You called.

Nothing but more crackling.

You felt like that little girl again, trying desperately to prove to her bullies that he was real, only for them to laugh and crush your toy on the asphalt. White noise and static taunted you as you rolled your eyes once more, winding up to throw the damn thing at the wall.

"Sugar?" A drowsy, familiar voice rung through the static.

Your eyes flew open as you fidgeted with the black box before clicking the button, "Santa?"

"What'd y'just call me?" He sounded exhausted.

"Nicholas?" You pulled your comforter over you as you snuggled into bed, laying your head back on his pillow and keeping the walkie talkie near your chest. "I called you Nicholas."

"Sure 'bout that?" He questioned, voice heavy.

"Uh.. yeah? Is your name not St. Nicholas? Remember? At the bar you were all like, 'Please, call me Nick'--"

"Slow down, Sugar." He gruffed into the speaker, the sound of him rubbing sleep from his eyes as his bed creaked. "Just woke up." he chuckled quietly, his familiar laugh making you smile.

"You sleep?" You poked, not being able to stop your questions.

"Yeah," you heard a groan as he rolled over. "Yeah, of course I sleep." You couldn't get enough of his low, raspy tone and he was amused by your curiosity.

Truth is, no one really cared about him nor who was for a very long time. Not like they used to. The naughty list and non-believers grew more and more each year, and though he didn't show you, it affected him.

"M'not an angel. I need sleep too."

"Well, then... What are you?" You turned over in your bed to stare at the ceiling, gripping the walkie talkie agianst your chest as if it would vanish.

"A man with a whole lotta magic he doesn't really know how to use."

"So, you are a man? ..Are you immortal?"

"Of course I'm a man. Thought I made that much clear."  A groggy below interrupting his words. "I am a man, but not immortal. Think I can die, but not willing to test that theory out."

"How old are you?" You spoke quietly, childhood curiosity peaking through.

"Much older than you. Sometimes, even I forget." 

You bit your lip as you contemplated your next question, taking advantage of the vulnerability his drowsiness brought, but you had so many questions and such little time.

"Hello?" He called out, not sure if you'd been cut off.

"Have you been ignoring me?" You squeaked.

His iconic chuckle, though much slower and tired than usual, rung through the speakers and bounced off your walls.

"No. Just have alotta work to get done if I wanna see you Christmas Eve." He reassured. "I keep the walkie talkie near my bed. Connections are shit 'cause'a snow storms, but I would never ignore you. Was in bed when I heard my name."

"So Nicholas is your real name?"

"It's one of 'em..." he trailed off, finger still on the button as he searched for his next words. "It's late near you. What're you still doing up?" He rumbled, changing the subject.

"Talking to you... and, I c-can't sleep."

"You okay?"

"No... well, yes but no." You struggled, feeling embarrassed, a flush creeping over the bridge of your nose. It was so much easier talking to him face to face about this. "I've been a really good girl, Santa."

"I know." He mused, understanding what you were getting at. "A very good girl."

"Am I going to get my present this year?"

"Y'know the answer to that."

"Wanna hear you say it." You cooed as you got an idea, now leading the conversation where you wanted it as you removed your tank top. "If I keep being a good girl, am I gonna be rewarded? I was punished last year and," you scooted up to lean back against the headboard, spreading your thighs under your blanket. "I don't think that was very nice list of you."

"Good thing I do the list makin' then, huh?"

"If I could make lists, you'd be at the top of my naughty list." You playfully warned.

"Careful what y'wish for, Sugar."

"Ooh, worried I'll punish you like you did me?" You teased, loosening the knotted ribbon on your pajama shorts. "Is it true you can really see me right now?"

"Seeing isn't the right word. I can't really see you." You heard his voice grow husky as he continued. "I just... know. Sometimes."

"Do you know what I'm doing right now?" You said as you relaxed against your headboard, snaking a hand under your shorts and dragging gentle fingertips over your clothed cunt, biting your lip as you felt the now forming wetness on your center.

"Being naughty..." His voice sunk to a sultry tone, vibrating through the speakers and between your legs.

"I'm always naughty according to you." You giggled quietly, slipping your hand past the fabric. Your fingertips brushed against your throbbing clit in slow circles, the heaviness in his voice finally getting to you. "But what am I doing?"

This was all part of your investigation into the man in red. Testing to see what he can do. If he didn't wanna open up, you'd make him. Test him. 

"Well... You just slipped your hand into your panties. Probably gonna toy with your cookie cause y'like the way m'voice sounds right now." He paused. You whimpered to yourself, his words making your legs spread further as you heard him rustle in his sheets. "Y'know, I didn't give you these walkie talkies with the intent on you being naughty."

"Do you want me to stop, Santa?" You feigned innocent as you continued to circle your fingers. 

"No." He grunted.

"Good, I don't wanna end up back on the naughty list. I need my present this year." You felt your own breathing hitch as you sped up your pace, flutters flowing through your pussy.

"You'll get it, Sugar." He promised, answers short, sweet, and you had an idea why.

"Santa, what are you doing right now?" You asked innocently as you ran your finger between your slick folds. "Are you being naughty too?"

"Yeah..." he sighed heavily.

You knew he had his own hand down his pants, waiting patiently for your sugar coated words to aid him in the pump of his fist. You knew he was enjoying this, probably more than you were from his short, jagged replies. You could hear it in the breathy rumbles of his chest each time his feed came through. You contiued to rub soft circles on your clit, finding pangs of pleasure in the fact he knew exactly what you were doing on the other side of your call. That his tired, raspy voice caused a mess between your legs and that was all it took. That he was doing the same.

You removed your hand from between your legs momentarily, kicking down your comforter and pulling down your panties with your shorts in one swift movement.

"Mm, good..." You hummed proudly, sliding two of your fingers in your mouth and sucking loudly on them before returning your hand between your legs. "Have you ever had phone-- I mean, walkie talkie sex before?"

"S'that what this is called?" The vulgar sound of him spitting into his palm and lazily lubing his cock up and down sent a twinkle of excitement through you as he panted gently into the speaker. He disconnected soon after, adapting quickly to the game of naughty walkie talkie tag.

"Yes..." You whimpered into the speakers, pleased with his answer. "Santa?" You purred, lips brushing against the cool plastic. You sunk two fingers into your cunt, spreading them as you began to pump slowly, your wetness detectable in the background when saying his name.

"Yeah?" His breathing deep and rhythmic as he waited on your every word.

"Wish my cookie was wrapped around your chimney right now and not my fingers." You cooed bashfully, making sure he heard your whines and the slick pump of your cunt before you disconnected.

"Mmh," A pleased, groggy groan that made your ears ring and toes curl. "You've been practicing." You could hear the smile in his voice.

"Told you," you sighed, pressing your palm against your clit as you continued to fuck into yourself. The only sounds in your room were that of your wetness and needy moans. "I'm a good girl. Your good girl."

You heard a click then him mutter 'fuck' to himself as the soft, wet claps of his balls hitting against his big fist became audible. You couldn't help but curl your fingers into your spongey walls, wishing so badly he was next to you and not across the globe.

"Sugar," he panted into the speaker with grit in his jaw. "Grab your pillow for me. The one I gave you last year."

You sat up quickly, placing the walkie talkie down momentailry so you can replace your fingers with the pillow. You pulled your sports bra off, now completely naked as you straddled the cushion. You moaned his name, forgetting to click the button as your cunt made contact with the fabric. You couldn't help but rock your hips, closing your eyes and imagining the corner of the soft pillow was his tongue, his thigh, his anything.

"I know what you're doing. Can't hear what you're doing." His grunting boomed through the speakers, interrupting your euphoria as he huffed through his nostrils. "Need t'hear your sweet sounds, Sugar."

You leaned over the pillow, humping greedily as you clicked the button, granting him access into the moans, whimpers and murmured whispers of his name that bounced between your walls and spurred him on.

You babbled incoherently about how badly you needed his cock, that you'd been missing it for nearly two years and you'd do anything to stay on the nice list this year. The feeling between your thighs urged more panting, you were so close to your peak. You released the button, just needing to hear him to get you there.

"Shit," His grunts echoed through the speakers acompanied by the slick sounds of him vigorously twisting his wrist up and down his cock. You could tell from his labored breathing he was close too. "Sugar, I wis--"

His words cut off by the taunt of that god for-fucking-saken white static.

"S-Santa?" You stuttered in disbelief into the peice of junk, the jerk of your hips slowing and peak falling pitifully as realization hit.

You called his name a few more times to no avail.

"Nonono, stupid fucking snow, no!" You slapped your hand against the black box, hoping to get connected to him again.

You rolled off the pillow, your thighs sticky with with dissapoinment as you kept calling into the damn thing, anger rising where your climax was lost.

Nothing.

The storm had won.

And so had the wind up of your fist as you angrily and thoughtlessly slammed the hunk of junk against the wall, smashing it. Instant regret to follow.

Christmas had never seemed so far away before.

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