#mummers play

[fallbabylon]

The Ragadaziow (forefathers) Guisers performing the trial of the Beast of Bodmin- a mock trial in the style of a mummers play dating back to 1549. The Bodmin Play (An Gwary Bosvenna) sees the beast captured and paraded in the streets- St Petroc’s Ossery Casket watching over the event.

The Beast of Bodmin is not just a recent cultural reference but refers to the local tradition of a dragon at Halgavor. Legend states that St. Petroc removed a splinter from the creature’s eye and thus tamed it. Historical records of Riding Day Revels refer to people being tricked into searching for and fighting the dragon. - Bodmin, Kernow

[hedgewitchgarden]

circa early 1900's Ряженые

[travsd]

Of Saint George and Mummery

Happy St. George’s Day! What? You don’t celebrate St. George’s Day? Why the hell not? Never heard of it? Oh, I see. Well, there’s that, and there’s something just the slightest bit, um, imperialist, or nationalistic, or jingoistic about celebrating a holiday for the Patron Saint of England. Whereas, you know, St. Patrick’s Day is about rallying to the banner of the Irish, an underdog people.…

[magnus-rhymes-with-swagness]

pumpkin - do you like to stay in or go out on the night of october 31st?

for the ask game :]

OH also trick or treat! do you/did you have a favourite treat you'd look out for?

yay thanks :)

pumpkin: a mix of both! i usually went out and trick-or-treated as a kid, but the last two years i spent some time going out and some time at home handing out candy, and it was really fun. also there’s a group of people who do a little mummers’ play on my street every year and it’s SO cool!

(my options this year will be more along the lines of “go to big party” or “stay in and eat candy while reading northanger abbey” and i’m likely going to go with the second one lol)

first trick or treat yayyy i’ve always looked for reese’s peanut butter cups (because they’re THE BEST ‼️) so i’ll give some to you along with whatever your favorite candy might be :3

[ask game]

[techniiciian]

@fcalty said: for the headcanon meme: matt loves when techie plays with his hair.

100% yes! matt loves loves loves it when techie plays with his hair. it's so relaxing. such a soft intimate little thing. if he can lay his head in techie's lap? even better. matt is cuddly as it is, this just makes it better. knowing that techie gets happy from tugging on his curls and wrapping them around his fingers is enough for his heart to soar.

[theatre-in-ireland-moodboard]

Mumming/Mummering & Mummers' Plays:

Mumming, Mummering or Rhyming is a Christmas tradition originating from England and Ireland, in which large groups will disguise themselves and visit local homes, requesting to be invited in. Their hosts must then guess their identities, after which the Mummers will perform songs, dances and jokes, and receive food and drink from the house.

Mummers' Plays, loosely associated with Mumming, are performed by all-male amateur troupes. Also traditionally done at Christmas-time, performers will visit different houses and act out comic plays consisting of various historical and stock characters. Main characters usually include Prince George, The Doctor, Miss Funny, Beelzebub and The Captain. In Ireland historical figures such as St Colmcille, Brian Boru, Saint Patrick, and Oliver Cromwell often also feature.

[maypoleman1]

18th December

Mummers’ Plays

St Albans Mummers. Source: Contrary Life website

In the week before Christmas, the first Mummers’ Plays of the season begin. This tradition began in the Middle Ages when gangs of ne’er-do-wells would organise themselves into groups of Morris-mummers who would tour the towns and villages of Old England and put on raucous drunken plays that were part morality tales, part mythic depictions of summer versus winter, and part nonsense panto. They became disreputable and a number of monarchs attempted to ban the Mummers’ Plays, and they slowly began to die out. They were fitfully revived during the Victorian folklore craze but really came into their own again in the second half of the twentieth century, particularly in the south. The play typically involves battles between St George and the Dragon (who in these more culturally sensitive times replaced the medieval infidel “Turk” as George’s principal enemy), along with St Denis and St Patrick. Various saintly knights are killed, only to be revived by the Doctor, who of course finds none of his patients can pay him and he has to resort to asking the audience to chip in. Whereas many of the open air Mummers’ Plays take place on Boxing Day, several also take place this week, particularly on the Isle of Man.

The rather more sinister Hooden Horse reappears during the winter season in Christmas Hoodening Plays. This remnant of dark pagan horse- worshipping magic is still a highly ambiguous figure. At this time of year the snapping huge hobby horse will invite “jockeys” to attempt to ride him, only to throw them violently to the ground. Hoodening Plays continue from mid December until Twelfth Night, but most have retreated out of the December cold and into the pubs, remaining very popular in Kent.

[ratsprayer]

Pyramus and Thisbe sketch is actually the most culturally significant thing the Beatles ever did

[norrisleclercf1]

Mafia Dad Max accidentally snapping at your little one because he was stressed

A/N: Decided to do this with Fabian and Casper again

"Casper, you have to leave Daddy alone when he's working." You whisper, picking up Casper who groans reaching for his father's office door. "Mommy, I want to play with Daddy." Casper whines, holding his toy cars close.

"I know you do baby, but Daddy is in an important meeting and shouldn't be bothered." Casper nods and you place your 5 year old next to Fabian who watches Bluey.

Casper sighs and pushes his cars around, pouting. "Daddy," He whines, Fabian turning to him and cocking his head to the side. "Going to play with Daddy," Casper mumbles, standing up and taking his cars as he walks down the hall and to the closed door.

"Daddy?" Casper opens the door and pokes his head through the slot and sees Max sitting at his desk growling in Dutch. "Daddy? Play?" Max turns and sees Casper and waves him off, not wanting him to walk in further.

Casper huffs and toddles into the room and shoves his cars onto the desk. "Daddy! Play!" Casper yells, Max turns snapping as he shoves the cars off the desk. "Dammit, Casper. No," Max growls. The room grows quiet as Casper eyes grow wide, and filled with water.

"Oh, oh Cassie no." Max whispers and reaches out for his son but Casper screams and runs out of the room, his scream turning into sobs. "Casper?" You round the corner out of the kitchen as your sweet heart of a son runs at you. "What's wrong? Are you hurt?" You drop to the floor and pull him into your arms.

"Casper? What happened?" You ask again trying to calm him down. "Daddy!" He screams and hides his face into your shoulder and you sigh just holding him as he cries.

Max steps out of his office, the floor creaking and Fabian pokes his head out and flinches seeing his father and moves standing in front of you and Casper. "Fabby, you don't have to protect us. Daddy won't hurt us." You mummer, Max's heart breaking has he holds the toy cars that Casper loves playing with.

"Fabby, I won't hurt Mommy and Cassie." Max crouches down, but Fabian glares at his father. "Daddy hurt Cassie," Max drops his head and squeezes his eyes shut. "I know I did buddy. But let me talk to Casper." He looks up and you can see the heartbreak in his eyes.

You knew what he was thinking, he just acted like his father would have. "Fabby, go watch Bluey, we're okay." Fabian glares one last time and walks off, Casper sniffles and hides deeper into your hold.

"Casper, baby, I'm so sorry. Daddy, shouldn't have yelled at you. And I feel horrible. We can play cars for however long you want." Max whispers, reaching out for him Casper shies away which breaks Max heart all over again.

"Give it some time," You whisper and Max nods, standing but stops when he feels a small hand hold onto his pant leg. "Cuddle?" Casper asks, and Max doesn't think twice picking up his little boy. "I'm so sorry Cassie," Max buries his head into is sons hair and takes a deep breath and sighs. "I love you, baby."

[heartsforvin]

can you do one where reader plays with vinnies dick soft then gets him hard and gives head?

DEAL WITH IT

thank you for the request !!! i hope you enjoy <3

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; smut, oral (m receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), lmk if i missed anything

summary; you innocently mess with vinnie only to have to deal with the consequences

you and vinnie were laying in his bed, vinnie had his arm resting behind his head while his other one was wrapped around your waist.

the two of you were watching a movie, you were cuddled into his side, your legs entangled with his.

you loved these moments with him, just being able to be close to him and wrap your body on his.

about twenty minutes into the movie you decided to mess with vinnie a bit. you move your hand so it’s resting on his lower stomach.

vinnie doesn’t notice anything off-putting about the hand placement so he continues to watch the movie.

you move your hand lower and slide it under his boxers. you give a minute before going any farther.

moving your hand farther, you grab vinnie’s dick and pull it out of its confinements, holding it in your hand as you look up at him and realize he has no clue what’s going on.

you glide your thumb over his tip which earns you a hiss from the boy. “what are you doing?” he asks you.

you try to play it off, act as if you’re definitely not trying to play with his dick as the two of you watch a movie.

“nothin’, just watching the movie.” you respond, motioning your free hand to the tv as you avert your gaze in the same direction.

vinnie gives you a questioning look but nods, turning his attention back to the movie playing in front of him.

you however, don’t stop your little antics. moving down on the bed, you get into a position like you were to lay your head on vinnie’s stomach.

what you do is completely different. moving your head down, you softly place your lips on the boy’s dick, making him instinctively jerk his body.

“y/n,” vinnie says in a warning tone. “cut that shit out.”

you look up at him from your current position, mouth still so close to where he wants it. “cut what out, vin?” you ask innocently.

you can tell you’re getting under his skin by the second. his arm is no longer supporting his head and he has now sat up a bit more.

“you know exactly what you’re doing, princess,” he says sternly, leaning down to grab your face in his hands, but makes sure it isn’t forceful. “finish what you started.”

you don’t know what he means until you look down and realize that those two small interactions have just made him hard.

he sees you eye him and the problem you have created. “go on pretty, suck my dick.” he says.

you look at your boyfriend for a moment, watching as he waits for you to do as told. suddenly, you feel so small under his gaze, wondering where the confidence went minutes prior.

“am i gonna have to do it myself, or are you gonna be a good girl and listen?” he asks you, already knowing the answer, he just loves to tease you.

you smile subtly while biting your lip as you kneel on the bed, vinnie having a perfect view of your ass.

“so pretty, baby,” he mummers as he watches you with hungry eyes. “yeah, that’s it.” he moans out once he feels your lips around him.

you try to fit every inch of him, but that doesn’t seem to be possible, so you wrap your hand around the rest.

you look up and see vinnie’s head thrown back and eyes closed, clearly enjoying the moment.

you keep your pace slow, but that doesn’t seem to work with vinnie. his eyes shoot open and he tilts his head to look at you.

“little faster, baby,” he tells you, smiling once you fasten your pace. “mm, so good for me.”

you lift your head from vinnie for a minute to breathe, you watch as vinnie’s eyes open again and he’s about to scold you, but he’s quickly cut short when he feels your tongue circle around his tip.

“fuck, sweetheart,” you hear vinnie say, making you smile mentally since you can’t do it literally. you move your head back on his cock with your hand wrapped around him and start your actions again. “don’t stop, baby.”

you have no intentions on stopping anytime soon. you bob your head a bit to help gain some friction, making the boy in front of you moan loudly.

vinnie smacks your ass harshly and you moan at the contact, making vinnie buck his hips into you.

“shit, sorry, princess.” he apologizes once he’s realized what he did. you look up at him and pull yourself off him for a second to reply.

“do it again.” you tell him.

vinnie gives you a questioning look. “smack your ass or fuck your face?” he asks.

your cheeks heat up at the second question, something about the way he said it was so hot to you.

biting your lip, you look at him for a second before replying. instead of doing so, vinnie already knows what you want.

you lower your head back down onto vinnie’s cock and continue your previous actions.

vinnie begins to thrust his hips, but not too much to where it’ll hurt you. you moan around his cock are feeling, making vinnie go a little faster.

“yeah you like when i fuck your face, don’t you, pretty girl.” vinnie says, you can’t help but clench your legs the best you can.

you can feel yourself get wet by the second, wanting to touch yourself or have vinnie touch you so bad.

he can tell how bad you need to do something, too. “need me to touch you, baby?” he teases, knowing that you do in fact need him to do so.

you whine as you continue your actions, that whine soon turns into a moan shortly as soon as vinnie thrusts particularly hard.

“fuck, baby i’m close.” you hear vinnie say, which makes you spread up your actions.

with a few more thrusts on vinnie’s end, he’s soon a shaking moaning mess, coming undone right under you.

he has no time to warn you, to tell you to move so he doesn’t cum down your throat, before he’s actually doing so.

once he does, you swallow then pull off of him and stick your tongue out. “good girl.”

sitting up, you wipe your mouth and smile at your boyfriend, making him smile in return. he leans in to kiss you and you gladly meet him halfway.

“you want my help now?” vinnie asks, you nod your head frantically.

you lay down on the bed and let vinnie do one of his favorite things in the entire world.

hiii !! girl lemme be real w you, life has been BUSY ,, i’ve started a new job + writers block has been kickin my ass 🥲

so sorry it’s taking so long for me to post, shits been crazy busy for me , but i hope you enjoyed this !!!!

taglist; @lyndys , @cosmicanakin , @leqonsluv3r , @kriissy4gov , @bernelflo , @laylasbunbunny , @slvthrs , @lovingsturniolo , @kayleiggh , @hallecarey1 ,

[sweetheartedbylust]

“Mad at me baby” Mike Schmidt x fem reader NSFW

Idea post: https://www.tumblr.com/sweetheartedbylust/735454342966116352/currently-thinking-about-mikejosh-being-all-mad

< y’all asked and I grant the wishes🤭🤭 . We’ve been through the warnings but here we go again . Let me know what y’all think ! .

WARNINGS : rough sex , Mike being a stressed lil baby . P in v , creampie *wrap it* , choking , degradation, praise , breeding kink , a lil aftercare and Mike being a sweetheart at the end 🫶🏼.

*ain’t a pic from the movie but y’all get the point*

Today was rough for both of y’all to say the least. Mikes on his last straw at Freddy’s and you have been going through your pms and to be honest. People have been testing both of y’all’s patience.

For the past hour , you and Mike have been testing each other’s patience. Half on purpose and have because in some impulsive way . You both wanna see who breaks first.

“ y’know . If I were you I would just quit.. amazes me that you don’t have the sense to Mike” you say looking off into the doorway of the other room where Mike stands as he turns around with a glare.

“ I’m honestly hoping that whatever your on passes soon cause I’m getting tired of your mouth”

“ yeah and I’m tired of you coming home all mad and shit” . You mummer as Mike comes over and sits down a few feet away from you with that glare.. the one where you know he’s about to either snap or fuck the living shit outta you.

Being the tease you always were. You had a sly smile as you said “ what Mikey.. what’s wrong” with a laugh and before you could make another remark . Mike got up , picked you up and threw over his shoulders with a yelp from you. Maybe you really did have an effect on him.

He finally put you down on his bed and without another word you and him got right into a heated kiss and his hands through your hair and you played with his curls. Running your hand down to his sweatpants he put on. Thank the lord Abby’s with Vanessa tonight. “ I’m gonna make you forget about your little attitude problem” he whispered into your ear.

“ please mike..touch me” you begged as he obeyed and flipped you over so now your face down ass up. Since in your make out session he already took off your shirt he just yanked down your shorts and tore off your god damn underwear. “ I liked that pair Mikey” . He grabbed your jaw.. even when he was angry he still *tried* to be gentle.

By now he’s on your clit . Sucking almost too hard and pushing his tongue in and out leaving you sprawled out with your eyes shut and mouth agape . “ fuck.. shit! God damnit Mikey” you cussed as you gripped at his hair . You could practically almost feel his smile on your cunt

“ is it that good?.. fucking slut” this honestly just made you fucking cream on the spot. As your hips bucked up and you came all over his lips. He quickly got up pulling you down roughly as he shoved off his boxers . Practically needy himself.

“ now listen.. I’m gonna fuck your little cunt And take out all my stress and I’m gonna need you to be good f’me understand” . “Mhm..” you said before with no warning he put himself in you and set up a heavy rhythm. Slamming into your hole over and over again

“Mikey..god damnit please” . You pleaded which he quickly shut down. “ uh uh.. you fucked with me and now look where it got you. Under me getting fucked like a w-whore “ he stuttered as he was coming undone but not giving up . His eyes still with that fucking glare in them as he brought his lips down to yours .

His rhythm continues as he pounds into you earning your whimpers as he simply stares down with awe . You looked so good.. so pretty being pounded by his cock. He couldn’t help it . He honestly just needed to fuck the attitude out of you .

As by now the overstimulation was at a high as he kept pounding now with tears almost falling. “ Mikey..please m’gonna cum” . “Then cum” he said as a few curses fell from him as he was getting close himself as within a few more strokes . You let go on his cock. Covering It in your cum.

“ y’know what.. maybe if I feel you up with all my fuckin cum you’ll learn your lesson huh? Maybe get you nice and pregnant” . Now kids weren’t on your mind but god damn if getting filled up by his load didn’t sound good . And apparently this pushed him over the edge as you whimpered a “mhm..please” . As he shot rope after rope of his load inside you.

He finally collapsed down beside you as he held your hand as his gaze finally softened.

“ I’m sorry if I uh..lost it” you laughed a lil as you reassured him that he was fine. You could tell he was kinda Sorry but besides that you kissed him and kissed him . Just laying there in his bed . In the end , you both needed it anyway.

——-

How is it y’all🤭.

[baeddelicto]

I think yes, we can talk about manufacturing consent as this ongoing and systemic social process re the raping of transfemmes/camab genderweirdos... depraved, pathetic creatures who are desirous of any and all forms of attention and physicality, the abject as desire projected and epitomized...

And i think we could talk specifically about the feminist subject(yes this includes transmascs as many feminist spaces currently and historically demonstrate) in its relationality to this as 1. actors that are categorically unable to perpetrate sexual violence and 2. victims that are desired and objectified and hurt.

But i think it is worth discussing the ways in which narrative as an aspect of aspirational identity is thrust upon us. One presupposed on a bioessentialist understandings of sexual violence.

In the sense that the narrative of femaleness is one of being raped. You see this in the various responses to discussions of transmisogyny when cafab trans folx chime in to more or less effect "well us real females have real problems: we are raped" which has some implications no?

And so any claim of sexual violence done unto our milieau is met w scrutiny even from our cohorts and ourselfs. It seems to basically every1 tht we are trying to adopt the narrative of femaleness. Another instance of the impersonator dressing up. A mummers play with the dragon trying to claim real harm, subjectivity, personhood. Laughable if it werent so insulting.

And so this becomes part of the projected desire matrix. An implicit understanding that yes even if they dont want to(which they do), they want to be forced to. Which means thrs no way to rape them; thrs always a c at the beginning of the dna chain cncncncncncncnc.... so when we bring up even the possibility of sex violence its not only "u wanted it!" its "u wanted to be raped!" We want to be traumatized in the female way which makes it impossible for us to be such... Laughable if it weren't so insulting.

[eliz-lovesgojo]

"Gojo Satoru. Why is my phone unlocked?" you questioned satoru, wondering about the unlocked phone in your hands.

"I- uhh..." satoru stuttered as he tried to escape the menacing glares you gave him. If looks could kill, Satoru Gojo, the strongest sorcerer, would have been dead by now.

The strongest, they say, is stuttering at your presence. "so? why is my phone unlocked?"

"I just wanted to check your chats.."

"With who?"

"S-Suguru and Nanami.."

"SATORU."

"I heard Suguru was your crush! Nanami too!"

"Who said that?" your eyes widened as your secret was exposed to Satoru, the greatest yapper.

"I heard Shoko and you talking.."

"Toru, that was like 10 years ago. Its okay, I only love you." You replied with your voice lowering

Satoru looked at you with puppy eyes, pouting. "But.. you still had a crush!"

"10 years ago!"

"Fine."

You finally calmed Satoru down. "A kiss would help," you heard satoru mummer under his breath quietly, yet hoping you would hear him.

You pulled in Satoru for a short kiss on the cheeks. Satoru then pulled you back when you tried to leave to get something. "Stay with me, please." you could hear Satoru begging softly, melting your heart.

"Just ask," you answered. Satoru sat between your legs, allowing you to play with his fluffy snow hair. You hugged Satoru, leaving him satisfied.

"Can we fu-"

"no." you answered and left the room.

[sakasinterlude]

passionfruit | ruben dias x fem!reader

its summer vacation and you and ruben share some quality time on a yacht.

nsfw 18+, contains smut, ends with fluff!

a/n: i wrote this a while ago and decided it deserved to be read by someone other than me, so enjoy. definitely not a city fan, but ruben is just so sexy.

“I think this is my favourite place.”

“You love Greece that much?”

“No, I meant in your arms.” You give Ruben a playful shove of the shoulder as the soft bounces of the waves below keep you distracted.

It was another warm afternoon on what felt like a never-ending vacation with your boyfriend Ruben. Everyday consisted of beautiful views, delicious meals, and the warm company of your partner. The mornings blended into nights, as you had lost track of the days you had spent away from home, using blissful orgasms as the only unit of measurements. Twelve, not that you were complaining.

You reach for the fresh fruit cut up in a small bowl to the right. You take a big bite, savouring the sweet juice of the mango, a soft hum leaves your lips.

“Here.” Offering the other half to Ruben whose eyes stay closed lying beside you, still covered by his sunglasses. He absent-mindedly opens his mouth accepting your offering, not without playfully nipping at the tips of your fingers.

“So sweet.” He mummers, pulling your leg closer across his body, drawing random shapes on the hamstring of your leg. You two had been intertwined like this for so long you almost forget where he begins and you start, with your hand wandering from his wet locks to broad strong shoulders to his tan waist.

You prop yourself up on your elbow so now you are on your side facing Ruben, leg still over his waist.

“What will we do when we go home?” You ask into the wind, letting the Mediterranean air roam through your damp hair, lightly stroking his jaw with your free hand.

“What are you talking about? This is home.”

A cheeky smirk adorns his lips as his arms wrap tighter around your waist. You can just barely see the crinkles on the corner of his eyes, assumed by his own joke.

“Don’t stress minha querida, (my dear) I just want to enjoy the last moments of peace we have before everything gets crazy again.” You know all too well the hectic schedule of your shared life back in Manchester. A mixture of stolen kisses in the morning as you depart for work well before he even wakes up, catching up over lunch where your eyes dart between his facetime call and your latest work assignment, to late night baths together where you both are too exhausted to speak, just soft hands running over the others limbs. It was difficult to find any uninterrupted time together back home.

“Your right.” You sigh bringing you bodies impossibly close.

“I am. Now it’s been way too long since I’ve made you cum.” With that his quick fingers are already pulling at your bikini strings, making their way between your legs.

If Ruben was anything as a lover, it was a tease. He loved having you on a string, bringing you oh so close to the edge, just to yank you right back with a devious smirk. And of course, despite all the love making done this trip he still never got sick of this cat and mouse game.

His mouth plays connect the dots, finding all the little nips and love marks he made previously. The sensation gives you chills in the best way, you swear you can feel it in your toes. His hands stay busy not even entering you yet, just playing with the wetness surrounding your lower lips.

“So needy aren’t you? Just dying for my fingers I’m sure.” The feeling is so sweet you can barely speak just letting out the softest yes in reply.

“Here, its your turn for a taste.” His face is so close to yours as he removes his fingers to run them along your bottom lip. With two soft taps your mouth is open, accepting his two fingers covered in a sinful mix of both of your cum, and the fruit from earlier that day.

“You love that shit, huh gato?” (sexy)Ruben was also cocky, very cocky. He knew exactly what buttons to push, using the sweet nickname that was reserved only for the most intimate moments. You close your eyes and hum, relishing in his slender fingers, sliding digit by digit into your mouth.

With little hesitation, Ruben removes his fingers sharply, making their way down under. He curls in his finger, just one at first, before rolling it out slowly, so you can feel every curve, intentionally done to manifest the most pleasure. Again, repeatedly with an additional finger, in and out, sinfully, painfully good. You hid your face within his shoulder.

“C’mon, let me see that face.” He pushes even deeper, how you are not even sure. “Let me hear that sweet voice.”

You let out a loud and long moan into the open air around you. You and Ruben often engage in shameless sex, not caring for the cries and whines created, just the pure pleasure produced. Memories of rushed moments in the bathroom of dinners, handsy uber rides, and banging neighbors in hotel rooms bring a smile to your face. This was probably the most ideal setting for the two of you to be wrapped up with each other, not a soul as far as the eye can see, nothing but endless blue water meeting endless blue skies.

Your high creeps up quickly as all you can think you is “how can he make me feel this good?”. The want and need to finish forces your legs shut, the sensation is just so strong.

Ruben’s strength quickly forces your legs flat and flush with the flimsy mattress below you, spreading your legs wide.

“I’m close, really close.” You barely have the power to say the words. Ruben removes his fingers, not for long as he moves to play with your clit. Your mouth gapes open, looking between his messy fingers at work, and his big smirk. He knows exactly what he’s doing. He places all four fingers over your bud, rubbing back and forth easily thanks to your cum. You grab at his tan veiny forearm, not to stop him, just to feel his sharp movements, wrapping yourself around his arm. You can’t take it anymore, tossing your head back, arching your back, finally cumming.

“Yes, yes, yes!” He chants right up against your ear, his words muffled and merged together into incoherent nonsense. You whine and cry, twist and curl, all while Rubens hands stay overstimulating you completely.

“Good girl, yes gato, your good, so so good.” His hand now out from your legs and  wrapped around your head, pushing your damp hair away from your face, pressing kisses and sweet words into your skin.

You look up at his soft brown eyes, they have a sparkle to them almost, maybe from the sex, maybe from the sun, but regardless you can’t look away, only pulling your face close to his. You bring your nose right up to his, maintaining eye contact, rubbing yours against his, a silent thank you of sorts. You two had many non-verbal forms of communicating, this being one of them. Ruben lets out a sigh, coupled with a dopey smile.

“There is nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.” He says sincerely, looking deep into your eyes. Eyes he’s met before hundreds of times, eyes he could write pages on the exact hues and undertones they possess. You blush deeply, bringing your hand to brush at his beard.

“I feel the same way, amour.” (love) His turn now to mimic your same blushing cheeks. “But please let me put my bottoms back on before the crew comes looking for us.”

He laughs, untangling his arms from around your body. The thought of the outside world not even crossing his mind in this moment of bliss.  

[willtheweaver]

Details below:

Mari Lwyd- Likely a holdover from Wales’s Celtic past, Mari Lwyd is a skeletal horse who goes door to door, challenging people to a duel of verses. Should the homeowner run out of poetry, they must let Mari Lwyd in and treat the specter to the best booze.

Yule Goat- This lone wanderer of Nordic origins takes the form of a goat and travels from house to house, telling rude stories, and hard truths about the people inside. The Yule goat and their ill words can be removed from the house with an offering of food and drink. Today most people will only encounter straw goat effigies, such as the Gavlebocken( which will likely not burn this year, but it is currently being devoured by birds)

Mummers- Masked vagabonds, Mummers communicate either with mumbles, or in song and rhyme. They would ‘entertain’ homeowners with music, or by playing rigged games (gambling with loaded dice is a popular option). These shadowy characters can be placated with food and drink.

Wren hunters- seeing a pattern here? Many of these figures associated with Christmas have their roots in Europe’s pagan traditions. These figures often are associated with death and darkness-two things in abundance in winter. Offerings are made in hope that they and all bad things will go away, and that brighter times will come .The wren hunters are no exception. Coming from Ireland, this would be a group of people who go out hunting for the ‘king of birds’. Afterwards, they go door to door singing and begging for a penny, and (you guessed it), food and drink.

Lord of Misrule- Enough with all the dark thoughts; this last Christmas figure is much more cheerful. Medieval and Tudor England had the tradition of appointing one individual to be in charge of the celebrations. Everyone, from the royal court to the humblest village would have a Lord of Misrule, and being appointed was a great honor (not to mention naughtily subversive in a time where the social hierarchy was strictly enforced)

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“Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of that ugly Christmas sweater soon enough.” “Oh, please do.” with George Weasley

I see a sweater and i see the twins🤷🏻‍♀️

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❄️Yuletide Celebration❄️

Against the Wall

18+ only

Warnings: smut, a few curse words

Prompts courtesy of @dumplingsjinson

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"Ugh, this has to be the itchiest, ugliest Christmas sweater I've ever worn," Y/N complained, unraveling her scarf from around her neck. "I'm so glad we're home. I can't wait to get this blasted thing off."

"Don’t worry, I’ll get you out of that ugly Christmas sweater soon enough," George hummed.

"Oh, please do," she replied, pulling off her coat. "You know, I think next year - " Her words were cut off by George grabbing her from behind, his breath hot against her neck.

"I've been thinking about fucking you all night," he mummered and slid his hands under the sweater, pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the side. Then, unhooking her bra, he let it drop unceremoniously to the foor.

He stepped back and turned her around to face him. "Such a pretty sight," his eyes trailed down the length of her body before pushing up her skirt. Her breath caught as he slipped his hand between her legs, running a teasing finger along the outside of her panties. "Hmmm, you're quite wet, darling," he grinned, continuing to glide his finger along her covered slit. "Is there something you want to tell me?"

"Here? In the hallway?" He asked and pushed her against the wall. "Delightful." George pulled her panties aside and plunged two fingers deep into her heat. "Fuck George," she moaned.

Y/N thrust her hips forward, grinding against his clothed erection, pulling a low groan from his lips. "Only that you better get me to the bedroom soon or I'm fucking you right here, right now."

He leaned in close to her ear. "Damn baby, you're as tight as you are wet. I could cum right now just thinking about you wrapped around me." The thought sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to Y/N's pussy, and she quivered around his fingers, so close painfully close to the edge already.

It was more than George could take and, with his free hand, undid his pants, pulling out his throbbing cock and in one swift motion removed his fingers from her pulsing warmth and sheathed himself completely inside her. A wild moan escaped her lips as thrust deeper. He was neither slow nor gentle, but almost frantic as he pounded her into the wall, burying his face in her neck.

They were both beyond words now. She was riding on the edge, and he knew it. George played her like a violin, her whimpers and moans the sweetest of music to his ears, driving him closer and closer to his orgasm. "Cum with me," panted in her ear, sliding one hand to caress her sensitive nub. That was all it took. She clenched around him and cried out, sending him over the edge with an animalistic groan, his hips slowing as he emptied himself inside her.

Shaking and wobbly, they remained leaning against the wall until they were both certain their legs could hold them upright. George chuckled, offering his hand to Y/N. "That was... intense."

"No kidding," Y/N gasped, still trying to catch her breath. "I think my soul might've left my body for a second there."

Even in the darkness, Y/N saw the look of pride as it crossed her husband's face.

"What do you say we have a bite to eat, then head to bed and have a longer, gentler round two?" He asked.

Y/N grinned. "Sounds delightful."

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