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NAUGHTY LIST DAY 7

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! blowjob, lowkey kinky, costumes, public sex if you squint, swallowing cum ahhhhhh

“Fuckk… j’s like thaaat…” Chris groaned, throwing back his head as he removed his Santa hat. The two of you had agreed to help out at the local mall for a little cash. He dressed as Santa, you being his elf, and you guys handed out little gifts to all of the children who came to Santa’s Grotto. It was pretty fun and you had gotten free drinks from the smoothie bar nearby. But after hours and hours, Chris was becoming hotter and hotter in his suit. Inevitably, having to take a break.

The two of you had snuck into the little dressing room behind the grotto and you decided to help Chris relieve some of his stress. You sat on his lap, grinding softly, while the two of you made out. Your lips became swollen against his and Chris was becoming more and more needy. One thing led to another and you found yourself on your knees with your hands on both of his thighs, head bobbing on his cock.

His half-lidded eyes became slightly glossing as he watched you take his length, elf ears and all. The little elf skirt you had to wear wasn’t very helpful either, but unfortunately it was the only one available. The little kids weren’t all that bothered, but Chris was. All the men that walked past would peer your way, even some of the dads would glance down for a split second before leading their kids into the den.

He pulled at the makeshift ponytail that was held together by his fist, lifting your face off his dick to get a view of your teary eyes and red lips, foaming at the corners. The sight alone was enough to tip him off the edge as he pushed your head back down onto him. And within a few seconds he was cumming. “Shiiit. Always treatin’ me so good, yeah?”

You nodded, swallowing down the warm semen before leaning back down to kiss his tip. Then you directed your vison up at the boy, staring at him through your lashes with puppy eyes. “I’ve been so good, Santa, will you take me off the naughty list?”

Hey… here ya go guysss, to clarify I’m not into dress up or wtv but I tried. Also this is not proof read. Happy 7th !

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CANDY ACHE DAY 6

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar!

You warned him. You warned him multiple times. At what cost? Both of you knew you were bound to end up there. In his bedroom where Chris lay, ceiling and squirming around the bed like a caterpillar turned on its side, a tight grip on his stomach.

He whine and groaned like there was no tomorrow. Like a little baby. And you sighed. “Chris, what did I tell you?” You were stood in the corner of the room, arms crossed as you leaned your back against the wall.

“Not to eat the candy canes.” His words came out strained and loud, as if they were a pain to speak. Probably were with the way his stomach was reacting to the unbelievable amount of full-sized sweets he’d managed to consume. “And what do you do?”

He groaned, letting out a deep breath before he spoke. “Ate them.” You really wanted to chuckle. Nothing about the matter was particularly funny, he’d be piling it all out in a matter of minutes. But you’d never seen Chris like this, and honestly it was a sight.

“And where did that get us?” He shook his head, knowing that it didn’t get either of you anywhere fun. Chris pulled a pillow over his face. Then he threw it to the other end of the bed. Then he grabbed it again and held it close to his torso, tossing and stretching his legs about the sheets to find a bearable position.

“Not in a good place.” He whispered, hissing about. You nodded, taking a seat at the end of the bed and reach out to stroke his hair. You had to admit you felt a little bad for the kid. He’d never been in pain like this before, who knew a few candy canes would do it.

“Mhm. So, you’re gonna take some medicine and drink some water. And then you can take a nap, okay?” You leaned closer when you spoke, planting a small kiss under his ear. Chris forced a tiny smile, siting up slowly and taking the pill off the nightstand. You began to walk out of the room but Chris grabbed your arm.

“Stay. Please, I want cuddles.”

This is a really short one but I hope you guys like it nevertheless. I want to take some time to spend with people I love this Christmas, as should you !! Thank you so much for all of the support. In just a few months my following has grown so fast. I appreciate every single one of you.

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SMALL PACKAGES DAY 7

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! wc: 600, this is for the writing challenge, no smut, only fluff, pregnancy, Christmas w/ Matt

Your ankles beginning to ache from being on your tiptoes for so long, one hand clutching the the pretty star decoration you’d been given by your relatives and the other underneath your belly, an instinct you’d picked up now that you were 36 weeks pregnant.

Two larger hand found their way around the bump, Matt’s chin rested on your shoulder. The little kicks of your kid pulsed under the warm skin of his hands as he basked in your scent. “Careful now, don’t want ya trippin’ on those feet.”

Matt knew how swollen your ankles would get, especially during strenuous work. And you’d been set on decorating the tree, which he had no problem with. But a sweat was breaking on your forehead and your breaths were becoming increasingly heavy. Only slightly, but it was enough for Matt to notice. “C’mon. You get that star up there and then we’ll hit the couch for a bit. Yeah?”

You nodded and placed the star on top of the tree. It was much easier now that you had Matt’s support stopping you from da planting into the green branches. You licked your lips and let him lead you to the couch where you slowly sat down, gripping his hand the whole time. Something about the way he watched you made your heart flutter.

It was as if he was drawn to you, effortlessly. Since you’d gotten pregnant Matt never took his gaze off of you. Whether it was to make sure you were okay or to admire you, you didn’t know. But you appreciated it either way. Subtle as it may have been, nobody had ever given you the same glance, nothing remotely similar. And no feeling was comparable to the rush that shot through you when he’d realise that he was staring. Earlier in your relationship, he’d quickly glance away and blush. Now, whenever he’d notice that he’d been looking at you for a long time, he’d meet your gaze with a wide smile.

Little kicks sent pains and tingles through your nerves, Matt wasn’t any newer yo this than you. He chuckled, taking his place on the sofa next to you, and his hand slowly caressed your belly. “Little buddy’s real excited for Christmas, huh?” You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder with a sigh.

You’d built a little family with Matt, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. In an attempt to keep from crying, you grabbed the remote and flicked movie son Netflix. Every little thought could easily have become a loud mess of sobs as you neared the due date. Matt had always assured that it wasn’t a problem, but just this once, you wanted to enjoy his embrace. Not end up being tucked away into bed because you stressed yourself into a much needed nap.

Then it hit you, your baby could be born at any time. It was only a week or two from the 25th. Spending Christmas in the labour ward didn’t exactly pan out to be a great experience, but there was a positive side to it. “This baby’s like our little miracle.”

Matt faced you, being previously occupied with the bright TV screen in front him. His features instantly softened at you words and a thumb brushed your lower lip before pulling you in for a kiss. After you’d made the decision of Home Alone to start off your annual Christmas movie marathon, Matt laid his lead in your lap, leaving feathery pecks on your stomach. “Well you know what they say. The best gifts come in small packages.”

Thanks so much for reading !! This short piece is to be submitted to the HOLIDAY WRITING CHALLENGE, hosted by the fabulous @mattscoquette and @letstrip13. Please ignore any spelling mistakes, this is for fun !!

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DEAR SANTA DAY 1

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from some venting, don’t try this btw, stranger danger

You felt so stupid when you dropped your letter in the postbox. Your friends had dared you to write a Christmas wish list and mail it to a random address in a random state. You’d spun a wheel and landed on Massachusetts. So you’d written your letter to a random home there, in Boston specifically. And you’d drawn pretty pink and red bows on the envelope, hoping whoever received it would like them. At first it didn’t seem like a huge deal but now that you were actually stood in front of the crimson post box, no way to turn back time and get your letter out of the pile, your nerves were spiking off the chart.

You took a deep breath, shoving your hand a back into the pockets of your coat and walked away, deciding that you wouldn’t look back at that darned post box, only following the snowy trail ahead of your feet.

Four days later - Sturniolo’s Home

Matt hurried downstairs towards the sound of the doorbell. The rest of his family had left the house to buy Christmas secret santa gifts for each other. He’d already ordered his online for Chris. A cameo from one of his favourite celebrities and a chain with his name on it. He also had a Lego set in his room that he’d been meaning to give his brother, so he would add that in too.

When he opened the door, he was surprised to find a postman with an envelope addressed to their house but nobody specifically. It was nicely decorated with some bows on the back so it wasn’t something serious like bills or anything to do with a business. And there was no parcel with it. Only the envelope. He thanked the postman and closed the door, almost scared to unveil what was inside.

The envelope sat on his desk for a few hours. And he stared at it. Longer and longer. Until the corners began to curve and he was seeing multiple shades in the plain white folded paper. He wanted to wait for Chris and Nick to get home so they could open it together. But the temptation was eating away at him. And he couldn’t resist anymore, reaching across the room to grab it and settling down on the end of his bed.

His fingers played with the opening for a bit until he eventually tore the envelope open and pulled out a folded bit or cream card. A deep breath racked through Matt’s throat as he unfolded the piece and read the note.

Dear Santa,

Whoever you may be, I hope you’re having a great time these holidays. I’ve never been the biggest fan of this time of year but I promised myself I’d be more outgoing so I’m writing this to you, Santa Stranger, hoping you’ll read it someday, preferably before Christmas.

I really wish for good grades in college this year and success in the future so the job I work to pay off my student loans is all worth it. I hope that I can finally buy the camera I’ve had my eye on for a while and take capture loads of memories with my friends, and my grandma because she’s getting older and I always want her with me.

But most of all, I hope that Christmas this year feels as magical as it was when I was a kid. The lead up to the holidays is always so exciting but I feel like I keep getting let down now that I’m older. I hope that this Christmas can be different, enchanting.

I admit, I have yet to buy presents for a lot of people. Especially the boys and men in my life. I swear it’s so hard to shop for the male population. If by any chance you might have some ideas, I’d appreciate them. That’s in the scenario that this reaches you in time and you can get it back to me before the 24th, which I kind of really hope it does.

That’s all for now. Until next time, Santa.

- Signed, Elf

A grin spread across Matt’s face and his eyebrows, that were previously knitted together, softened. He was ultimately in awe, unable to deny how genius he thought the whole scheme was. And he wondered what the chances were that this ended up at his house, of all the houses in America. He found your address on the back of the slip and made a start writing his letter back as quickly as he could.

He’d been meaning to talk to someone about Christmas in more depth. He’d talked about it a little bit with his brothers on their YouTube channel during the lead up to the winter season, but he’d never truly gotten to express how he felt about the time of year. And now he was given a perfect opportunity. There were no ties to it. No judgment. Only honesty, and he liked that.

Three days later - Your Home

You’d received a green envelope in your postbox with smiley faces drawn all over it. Instantly, you knew what it was. You’d almost completely forgotten about the message you’d shipped off previously and had your doubts about it being returned.

Hurriedly, you ran across the hallway and threw yourself down on the couch, giving your cat a few head rubs before peeling open the casing around a piece of white card.

Dear Elf,

I wish you’d seen my face when I opened your letter. I won’t lie and say I wasn’t frightful when I was handed the envelope. The bows are really pretty by the way, you must be a good doodler. I doodle a lot too, especially when I’m feeling particularly anxious about things.

Speaking of relations and similarities, I’m glad I’m not the only one who’s had a good few thoughts on Christmas this year, and the last few. Maybe some magical force directed your message to me so I’d have somewhere to write down all of my thoughts. I’d have someone to tell without the weight of being judged in person.

I’m not that good at writing if you couldn’t tell already but I’m trying my best. I hope this year’s holiday season is like a breath of fresh air from all of the stress that’s polluting my life. I feel like I just need to feel free to feel Christmas. And I’m grateful for all I have of course, but it’d be nice to get away from all of the hate and negativity that comes with it.

About college, I never actually went but I wish the best for you. You should tell me about it. And be honest, I want to know all the details. I don’t have much time before my parents and my brother get home but before I forget, women are ten times harder to shop for than men!

Anyway, I got my brother a silver chain with his name on it and a cameo for secret Santa this year. I’m also throwing a Lego set in there. I don’t know if that’s helpful in any way, but it’s all the knowledge I have to offer. At the end of the day, any gift is a gift in the end. And it will be appreciated.

I wish you a Merry Christmas and I hope that all of your wishes come true. I think everybody needs a little bit of holiday magic this winter. Please do keep writing back to me if it’s possible. I’ve been needing something like this without even knowing.

Can’t wait to hear back. Until next time, my Elf.

- Signed, Santa

Thanks for reading ! There will be a Chris fic to come on the 3rd. Meanwhile, I have something else planned for tomorrow my lovelies. And a warm welcome to Slow’s Advent Calendar everyone.

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TINSEL TIGHT DAY 5

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! fingering, sub!matt, slight bondage, cumming without contact

Matt’s eyes followed you all the way across the room. I arching you take off your panties painfully slow. And what was he to do about it? Nothing. At least not with his hands tied up with the left over red tinsel from decorating the tree. He was sort of embarrassed, fully naked and waiting. But he wanted to be good for you. He promised.

You hummed, nearing towards the bed. “Aw, Matt… what’s the pout for?” You cooed, reaching a hand out to stroke his thigh. He whispered quietly in response, cheeks becoming red as he tired to fix his face.

“I- m’sorry. jus’ need it.” His eyes followed the movement of your hand climbing up his thigh to reach his crotch, thumb caressing his v-line. “Hm, need what baby?” He knew you’d do this. Force it out of him, despite how shy he was. How shy you knew he was.

“Need you…please.”

You climb on top of him, carefully positioning yourself above his cock. Your hands found the base, tugging it a few times. Already, Matt was feeling a high come on. You wanted to tease him, so you remained hovering above him and slowly moved your own fingers towards your pussy. You pushed one digit in, throwing your head back at the feel with a moan.

Matt was upset, hips pushing upwards to try and make contact with your flaps at least. But it was no use, and no matter how much he whined, you made him wait patiently like you wanted. When you pushed another finger in, Matt lost it. He begged you to let you feel him. To please yourself on his col and no with your fingers.

You kept going, even going so far as to draw a heart on his tummy with your own wetness. And you kept edging yourself, slowly driving the boy insane. “Ohh… fuck Matt! I’m gonna cum!”

He whined, shaking his head quickly. And he watched you almost fall apart on top of him. “Please please… I can’t take it! Please…” What he didn’t realise was how turned on he was, and when you came undone over his body, a knot formed in his stomach, loosening quickly.

Matt had cum untouched.

He was so unbelievably embarrassed. How pathetic of him to do such a thing. Immediately Matt made an attempt to hide his face somehow. However, you grabbed his chin, lifting it so he’s eyes locked onto yours. “I’ll give you what you want Matt. Only because you asked so nicely.” You glanced down at the mess he made all over himself. “And you’re all ready f’me too, aren’t ya?”

Hope you all enjoyed because I missed sub!Matt, this is so kinky but I wanted to have fun. Don’t wait for more of this, I need a break after what I just composed.

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NUTCRACKER DAY 3

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! no warnings apart from nerves and cringy dancing, but we all love ballerina!Reader

Behind the stage, there was an overwhelming buzz in the atmosphere. Girls were circling around you, running from one place to another and back again. Costumes. Makeup. Hair. Pointe shoes. Practice. Lighting. Sound. It was all so much to handle and your brain was becoming foggy with the thoughts that practically sprinted and hurdled around your mind.

“Six minutes before opening. First call!” The blood rushed through your head when the speakers rung to let you know how close it was until you’d have to get on that stage in front of thousands of people. You hurried into the dressing room, searching your shoulder bag for your phone. You quickly hit Chris’ contact. Your shoulders relaxed when you found that he’d already texted you. You didn’t think you’d text him otherwise.

Chris

How you doin’ back there, flower?

Chris, I’m really nervous.

Give me a minute the crowd is massive.

Not helpful :|

Sorry :(

You waited a couple minutes, eventually hearing a knock at the door. You opened it to find yourself boyfriend, Chris in the doorway. He had a suit black shirt and pink backwards hat on. You knew he’d refuse to wear a suit the one night you actually wanted him to. It’s as if he knew what you were thinking because he retorted, “Y’know I look cute.”

“Whatever, Chris. I’m really stressed out. What if I fuck up?” You shook your head, pulling him into the dressing room with an exaggerated huff. He tutted, taking a seat on one of the sofas and pulling you into his lap and stroking your thigh with utmost care.

“You won’t. Every time I’ve come to your house you’ve been practicing. I mean, I haven’t really seen you without those pointe shoes in months!” You realised how right he was. You’d been practicing like there was no tomorrow. The steps were basically engraved int you, and your muscle memory was… well, impressive. To say the least. But that was when you were in the comfort of your own home, or the studio. Now you’d be on a stage in front of a crowd that wasn’t even imaginable in your head. And you couldn’t pretend they were all pineapples, there would never be that many pineapples in a room together.

Chris noticed how your hands shook, and when they weren’t shaking they were fidgeting with your tutu, or picking at your tights. He felt bad, knowing how much pressure was in you when it came to playing Clara. It was the biggest part you’d landed in your entire career. Luckily, he had an idea.

“Hey, you remember when you first danced the Nutcracker? In eighth grade? You were the sugar plum fairy. And you’d forced me to spot you for hours?” Your eyes lit up, remembering your teenage self who was so dedicated to perfecting ever single step. Every detail. From the first toe to hit pointe to the highest finger on either hand. And you could vividly remember when Chris had had enough and threw you over his shoulder before taking you to your bed and warning you not to leave it again for the next hour.

The welcoming music snapped you out of your thoughts, playing quietly in the background from the speakers on the stage. That meant everyone was seated already. “3 minutes before opening. Second call!” You heard from the hallway. Chris hoisted you up in a rush, pulling you close. He began to rock side to side, dancing lousily. You giggled, laying your head on his shoulder as the two of you moved around the dressing room to the notes of the piano that were barely ringing through the walls.

After a mere minute, he was spinning you away from him. And you pirouetted with little effort. The smile that spread across his face was heartwarming. You looked so gorgeous just turning in your baby pink costume, gold adornments gleaming under the warm lights.

“One minute before opening. All dancers in positions. Final call!” You gave Chris a kiss, and the two of you swiftly left the dressing room, he sped down to the audience’s seats while you made your way towards the left entrance. In that moment you knew it. You felt it. You were ready. And then the lights came on and the music pulled you onto stage.

Thank you for opening this part of the calendar, there will be more to come ! In the meantime, you guys should tell me about your Christmas. Also I love ballerina!Reader so credits to anyone who writes for her. I might do more but this is to for now. ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOF READ, sorry for any mistakes.

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MERRY CHRISTMAS YOU GET PICS OF MY WIFE

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skating with Matt, his brothers and his friend is fun sure, but you need a break that involves something warm

You'd never skated on a lake before but it sure was tiresome. As much as it was fun, Matt, Chris, Nick and Nate were all much faster and better than you. It had taken Matt ages to drag you onto the ice, and it took you ages to drag Matt off. He was struggling to resist you, your little pout and the cold nipping at your nose causing you the sniffle here and there.

With a sigh, he carried you off the lake and sat you down on a bench nearby to help you untie your skates. "Hot chocolate. We should get some from the stand over there!" You eagerly grinned, rubbing your hands together and licking your lips at the thought of a nice warm cup.

He nodded, huffing as he'd just managed to pull his own skates off and put on his sneakers. "Hope y'know were gettin' right back on that ice the second your done." You rolled your eyes, pulling him with you through the small crowd of people towards the hot drinks stand. The large sign read all the drinks and toppings they had to offer. You practically salivated at the thought of the warm chocolatey drink and two of those large marshmallows.

You ordered your drink, watching curiously as it was made in the make-shift cafe. Matt threw an arm over your shoulder, deep down he really appreciated how hard you'd tried out on the ice. And he loved watching you on your skates, whizzing about, stumbling here and there, and grinning like a little kid who'd just learned to walk. In his euphoria, he'd fallen that little bit more in love with you, almost seeing himself in your small but plausible achievements. Tying your own laces, letting go of his hand when you skated. It all reminded him of when he was younger.

Little sips became one final down before the cup of hot cocoa was empty. There had been multiple points at which Matt had to wipe foam off your nose with a tissue because of how you'd been longing for the satisfaction of the drink. You were eager in your endeavour to warm your insides up a little. But Matt had been growing impatient as you drank in little bits. Nate, Chris and Nick were messing about on the ice and he wanted to join in, so before you knew it, you were being dragged back towards the massive lake.

The Matt version for @strnilolover 🤍🩵 THIS request

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after ice-skating with Chris, your kind of burned out. you're not as quick as him or his friend and brothers.

You'd never skated on a lake before but it sure was tiresome. As much as it was fun, Chris, Matt, Nick and Nate were all much faster and better than you. It had taken Chris ages to drag you onto the ice, and it took you ages to drag Chris off. He was struggling to resist you, your little pout and the cold nipping at your nose causing you the sniffle here and there.

With a sigh, he carried you off the lake and sat you down on a bench nearby to help you untie your skates. "Hot chocolate. We should get some from the stand over there!" You eagerly grinned, rubbing your hands together and licking your lips at the thought of a nice warm cup.

He nodded, huffing as he'd just managed to pull his own skates off and put on his sneakers. "Hope y'know were gettin' right back on that ice the second your done." You rolled your eyes, pulling him with you through the small crowd of people towards the hot drinks stand. The large sign read all the drinks and toppings they had to offer. You practically salivated at the thought of the warm chocolatey drink and two of those large marshmallows.

You ordered your drink, watching curiously as it was made in the make-shift cafe. Chris threw an arm over your shoulder, deep down he really appreciated how hard you’d tried out on the ice. And he loved watching you on your skates, whizzing about, stumbling here and there, and grinning like a little kid who’d just learned to walk. In his euphoria, he’d fallen that little bit more in love with you, almost seeing himself in your small but plausible achievements. Tying your own laces, letting go of his hand when you skated. It all reminded him of when he was younger.

Little sips became one final down before the cup of hot cocoa was empty. There had been multiple points at which Chris had to wipe foam off your nose with a tissue because of how you’d been longing for the satisfaction of the drink. You were eager in your endeavour to warm your insides up a little. But Chris had been growing impatient as you drank in little bits. Nate, Matt and Nick were messing about on the ice and he wanted to join in, so before you knew it, you were being dragged back towards the massive lake.

based off these requests- anon strnilover I’m writing a Matt version rn

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• 🎄🎁❄️

• (christmas) tree

• chriss!

-🎡

chris sturniolo makes a poor attempt at sneaking the presents under tree in the middle of the night.

Your footsteps made little to no sound as you made you way up the stairs. You’d been woken up by a pretty loud sound from the floor above and when you noticed. This wasn’t in his usual spot, head on your chest, in bed, you were convinced something could’ve happened.

Half asleep, you reached the top of the stairs, hearing the putter patter of someone’s feet on the floors, going back and forth. You peaked over the stair rail, not totally surprised when you found Chris lifting presents and placing them one by one under the Christmas tree. Outside the window, there was a thick layer of snow building on the ground and the sky was a dark purple colour.

You slowly crept closer to Chris, standing behind him with an exhausted slouch. When he turned around his soul almost kept out of his body. “Fuck! I didn’t see you.” He whisper-yelled, making a shitty attempt at not waking up the others. Your brows furrowed. “What are you doing?”

A grumble fled your throat as you rubbed your eye. Chris chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. “Don’t worry about it. Y’tired?” You nodded into his warmth, he knew just how to comfort you without suffocating you. You weren’t Goldilocks but his hugs were just right.

Chris led you to the sofa, where you slumped down and curled up against the arm rest. Then he continued his task of getting all of the presents under the Christmas tree. Watching him walk back and forth across the silent room made your eyelids heavy, eventually having you lulled back to sleep. In a sort of inconvenient position. But it didn’t mean much. You’d probably spend Christmas in Chris’ hold anyway. So you let it happen. You let yourself pass out. And just before you did, you felt a soft kiss on your forehead.

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ᥫ᭡ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘’𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 DAY 4

What Christmas gift would you buy for Matt, Nick and Chris? All comments will be added onto the post ! And the commenter will be tagged. At the end of the day I’ll pick my two favourite.

@phone4pills says:

Matt — Matthew Cardboard Cutout, RC Car

Nick — Vinyl Player, Space Camp Statue

Chris — Boston Build-A-Bear, Rapper Chain

@chriseatingmeoutin4k says:

Matt — A notebook, jellycat keychain for his car keys (maybe a liam neson flag?)

Chris — A little trinket of bears hugging each other, a bag (murse) cause he lost his other one

Nick — Rupauls drag race funko pop, polaroid camera

AND animal colouring books !

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ᥫ᭡ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘’𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 DAY 6

Send me three winter themed emojis and a random word in my inbox, then the name of your favourite triplet, I’ll write a short blurb for them !

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DAILY FACTS ABOUT SLOW:

English is not her first language but she speaks it pretty well now. And she’s always been drawn to poetry so she’s picked up a lot.

She has a wattpad story that’s been on hold for months and months and will probably never be released.

She loves sleeping and her bed. But she’s not lazy. Or at least she tries not be.

Feel free to ask more questions in my inbox !

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First Christmas fic coming out today!!

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MORE FROSTING DAY 8

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ slow’s advent calendar! counter sex, eating cum, detailed smut, naughty joke at the end but it’s hella funny

How you needed up in this situation was beyond you. Just a minute ago, you and Chris were trying to build a gingerbread house to place on top of the fireplace, maybe even post it on your insta story. Keyword: Trying. The gingerbread was not I your side that day. The walls refused to hold together, and the she’s were beginning to get soggy with the white icing.

When you’d bent over the counter to get a closer looks at the instructions, Chris happened to be right behind you. And he was turned on. Insanely. Neither of you could resist it, you were home alone, the Christmas tree was standing in the corner of the room and the fire crackled in the background as the sun set gradually, painting the sky a beautiful pink colour.

And now you were propped up on the kitchen counter, eyes rolling back as Chris pounded into you, each vein and ridge on his cock brushing against your plush walls. You whined shamelessly when his lips met your neck, teeth teasing your skin as he hummed. “So pretty.” He mumbled, laying opened-mouthed kisses all over, and each one climbed higher and higher, until he’d found the skin just under your ear. Where you were most sensitive. He nibbled away, gently bruising the area. “Aren’t ya?”

You hesitated, wanting to respond but the sensations were overriding that ability. The most you could do was nod frantically as panted ring through your chest. You could feel the light squeeze or Chris’ hands on your hips, trailing their way towards you thighs. He prayed your legs further apart as you began to clench around his cock. Your legs fought to close subconsciously, but Chris was strong enough to hold them apart. “Relax, baby. Doing so good f’me.”

You moaned, hands clawing at his shoulder and upper back. “Chris… gonna cum.” Breathless. You were breathless to say the least. His brown hair tickled your jaw as he lifted his head up to look you in the eyes. You could barely hold contact with him. He wouldn’t let you off the hook like that. “Look at me, baby. C’mon.”

Your sight slowly found his pearly blues, eyes stinging in a few to cry. The sound pleasure was overwhelming. Chris leaned in, catching your lips in a slow and passionate dance, his words spilled into your mouth. “Good girl, cum for me.”

You completely fell apart on that counter, coating Chris’ dick in your arousal. And he reciprocated, releasing his sperm into you. When he pulled out, his cock was a mess of white liquid travelling all down his length. “Well look at that. Now we’ve got enough icing for another gingerbread house.”

You shook your head at his stupid joke. You had to admit, it was funny. “Shut up.” A giggle interrupted your words, you slapped his arm lightly and then he took a sample of your mixture on his index finger, licking it off like a little kid with cake batter on his hands. “What? You said we needed more frosting.”

AHHH this one is a little crazy but I hope you guys like it. Not gonna lie, I’m kinda struggling to keep up with this event but I’m going to keep pushing gang. NOT PROOF READ.

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𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ Since Christmas is in season, I decided to do a little something for you guys. I don’t usually participate in these trends because my writers brain is very bipolar. But I’ve been planning this well enough to have confidence in it, I’ll try my best. A short fic or blurb will be released every other day leading up to Christmas. And there will be (my first ever) CHRATT fic on the 25th ! ᯓᡣ𐭩

From @phone4pills to you…