#fanfic dirty santa

[solar-lombax]

"A white elephant gift exchange, Yankee swap or Dirty Santa is a party game where amusing and impractical gifts are exchanged during festivities. The goal of a white elephant gift exchange is to entertain party-goers rather than to gain a genuinely valuable or highly sought-after item."

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Ah alr Ty for that!

[abbyssgf]

𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞!𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

• concept: You and Ran joked that you would be the perfect wife's Santa Claus and Sevika would be the Santa Claus. It was just a joke really but you didn't think your wife would like the idea and and it will really happen.

• words: 1,9k

• warnings: strap-on, dom!sevika & sub!reader, cursing, strap-on is called 'dick' and 'cock', santa-vika!!🤭, doggy style (r receiving), kind of dirty talk ig, pet names 'babe', 'darlin', 'sweetie', etc, using of 'babygirl', spanking, actually this whole fanfic is smut

• author note: well that's a Christmas fanfic! for people who celebrates Christmas, happy Christmas guys and for those who don't then enjoy your day and relax!💞💞 (and I didn't rereaded it so if there's any mistakes, i'm sorry)

It started with a funny, quick joke 'santa vika'. you and ran were joking about sevika dressed as Santa Claus and you dressed as her 'wife of Santa Claus' but you didn't really think that a joke could turn into a reality. 

Firstly Sevika didn't want to accept it, that she had to wear some stupid costume but as soon as she heard from you that you could dress up as 'wife of Santa Claus' in a pretty, red, revealing outfit she agreed. Oh, you knew your wifea little too much, you knew she would agree to this. 

Finally it was Christmas Day, you and sevika spent it together in your home with a cozy and warm embrace, you ate the meals you prepared and when the evening came you both were excited for what happened.

Right now you were cleaning dishes after your dinner and you felt those muscular, warm arms around your waist and lips on the back of your neck. You immediately knew it was Sevika.

"yeah, baby?" you asked as you were washing the dishes, Sevika placed another few kisses on your neck and she murmured into your neck "It's evening, sweetheart". After a while you understood what she meant and a smile came to your face but you wanted to tease her a little bit "yeah, and?" you asked as if you had forgotten about the plan you both made for today's evening. 

"you know what" Sevika grumbled into your neck and her hands squeezed your hips "Santa wants to see and open the presents, darling" Sevika said to you in a playfully tone, you giggled and her words. You turned off the tap and turned to meet your wife's gaze. You saw Sevika with her smirk on her face.

You leaned to give her a quick kiss on her lips and then you murmured to her "since Santa Claus is coming I have to prepare, yeah?" and you could feel how Sevika the pressure on your hips tightened. She didn't know what your second outfit for today looked like, let's say it was a little surprise from you to her. 

"Yeah" Sevika said with a grin on her face looking at you "go get ready, sweetie" Sevika murmured and gave your ass a quick spank, smirking while doing so. You just chuckle at that and you left her alone in the kitchen going to your bathroom. 

When you entered the bathroom you pulled out your hidden second outfit for today, It was a red short skirt with white fluff at the bottom, a red top that reached more or less to your tits and left your shoulders open, a red, see-through lace bra and you didn't have any underwear in this set - on purpose, just to surprise your wife.

you took off your clothes and put on this outfit, your hair was loose and your previous makeup remained, although you wouldn't be surprised if it was ruined tonight. you put on your Santa hat and left the bathroom. you went to your bedroom and your gaze immediately went to Sevika, she was sitting on your bed with a smirk on her face. She really did that. She was wearing her Santa Claus costume (without the beard 'cause how would she make out with you in that?) and the Santa hat she put on her head.

 She sat on your bed with her legs apart as if to say 'I'm waiting only for you, my love'. Lets say that Sevika wasn't even better than you, her gaze moved from your head to your feet over your figure, lingering on your attributes a little longer than she needed. "damn, baby" sevika said and your eyes locked up in a eye contact "you look fucking stunning and beautiful" she said to you and you smiled at her words. 

"you too, my santa-vika" you replied to her with a smile and she couldn't stop herself and she laugh at it "fuck, come here" sevika groaned and you with a smirk on your face walked up to her. Sevika didn't hold back and immediately pulled you into her lap, pressing your body against hers.

You wrap your arms around Sevika's neck and Sevika's hand wanders to grab your hips. You both leaned and your lips captured in a soft kiss but the longer you kissed, the more your kiss became hot, fast, tender and possessive. You moaned into Sevika's lips as her hand wandered under your skirt and she captured both of your buttchecks and squeezed them. 

Sevika broke the kiss to look at you with her eyebrow up as her hands were all over your butt "you don't have any underwear?" Sevika asked as she didn't feel any underwear under your skirt. You smiled and shrugged "Merry Christmas" you said in a playfully tone and Sevika gave you a spank and her eyes were nothing more than a mixture of desire and need.

"Fucking god, I love you" Sevika murmured and before you could respond to her, she captured your lips in a wet, hot kiss dominating your mouth. She was sloppy, her tongue pushed down your throat tasting you and she dominated your mouth while her hands roamed your body. 

Her lips went down to your neck and she started to suck at your neck and it made you moan. She left a few hickeys on your neck, claiming you as her and she started to pilling your red top. "Take this off" Sevika murmured, you lifted your arms up and she took off your red top and it wasn't long after that when her hands wandered to your bra and she took it off just as quickly, throwing it on the floor.

Sevika's lips meet with your chest and she licks one of your breasts and then she wraps her mouth around your nipple. A moan left from your lips and you tugged your wife by her hairs "vika" you whimpered. Sevika smirked as she ran her tongue over your nipple. She left your nipple with a pop only to move her mouth to your other nipple and start sucking on it.

After a moment her lips left your nipple, with a smirk she looked up into your eyes "were you a good girl this year, baby?" Sevika asked you and you playfully rolled your eyes. "I guess that I was" you replied to her, Sevika hummed and she leaned closer to your ear "yeah? if that 's so, I'll have to reward you, won't I?" Sevika murmured into your ear with her low, sexy voice and you moaned at it. Sevika smirk widened at your moan and her hand squeezed your hips. "I take it as a yes, darling"

"Take off my pants" Sevika said to you and you got off her lap and you raked off her red, Santa Claus pants. When you took off her pants, you saw a strap-on,sinewy, thick, 7 inches long and it had the color of her skin. "you like it, baby?" Sevika asked you and you nodded "yeah, very much" you replied to her. 

As you stand Sevika wrapped her muscular arms around you and threw you on the bed so that she was behind you and you were lying on your stomach. "Ass up, pretty" sevika murmured to you with a grin on her face. She placed her hands on your hips and helped you to lift your hips up so your butt was up. 

Sevika groaned at the sight of you, on your knees in front of her with your ass up while being in your pretty, little red skirt "god damn" sevika cursed under her breath. She gave you a smack on your butt and she squeezed it, "Sevika-" you whined.

Sevika leaned closer to you, so her chest was pressed to your back and her mouth was close to your ear. "since you've been a good girl this years, I'm gonna reward you" Sevika started to talk as her hand grabbed her strap-on and wrapped her hand around it "with my cock" Sevika added and her voice lowed "and you'll gonna take it like the good girl you are" she finished and you could feel how the warm feeling moved over your body and you moaned, clutching with your hands at the blankets beneath you. 

"y-yes" you whined to your wife, you suddenly felt a sudden cold as Sevika lifted herself up in a straight position. Her gaze moved over you again, admiring the sight of you in front of her, one more time. 

Sevika placed a silicone cock in front of your hole "I hope you're ready" Sevika said to you and without hesitation she slipped the strap into your clit. You moaned at the feeling and squeezed a pillow that was close to you "fuck, fuck" you moaned as you adjusted to the size of Sevika's cock. 

After a few moments Sevika started to move her hips back and forth, pulling the strap into you in a slow motion. but it wasn't that long until she started to move faster and the strap-on was kissing your sweet spot.

Every time Sevika pounded into you, moans leaving your mouth, your hands squeezed the bedsheet under you. "you're doing so good, baby" Sevika groaned as she was digging into you. you moaned at her words and you rolled your eyes back.

 "it's-…so, so good, s-sev!" you moaned and you tightened even more your hands on the sheets as sevika started to move even her hips faster wanting to make you come. "I know, you're taking my cock so well" Sevika said to you and a moan left her mouth as her eyes were locked at your half-naked body in the red skirt. She gave your ass a quick spank, you whimpered at it and she placed her hands again on your hips, holding them tightly as she pounded into you.  

"vika" you moaned your wife's name as the feeling of your upcoming orgasm started to push you even harder and the "i'm close" you whimpered and sevika didn't stop her movements. she grinned at your words "you gonna cum on my dick, baby?" Sevika murmured to you and her gaze fell down where your bodies were merged and the strap-on was in you. you groaned as Sevika squeezed your hips 

in the next few thrusts your climax hit you and you moaned loudly as you came, arching your back and your thighs quivering. soon after, sevika also reached her peak of pleasure, cumming with you, and slowly slowed her thrusts into you. soon sevika stopped moving her hips and the two of you were silent as you both caught your breath coming down from the high. 

sevika leaned towards you and wrapped her arms around you, she placed a few gentle kisses on your shoulder and her upper part of the Santa Claus costume covered you a little. her silhouette and clothing gave you a little warmth. you sighed softly and you closed your eyes, coming down from the pleasure. "I love you" Sevika said to you in a soft voice and she placed another kiss but this time on the back of your neck, you smiled gently at her words "I love you too" you responded to her, happily being in her embrace.

• taglist: @abbyslvrrr @noacinno @nytloq @l0vel3tterl0ver @pizzabbs @dvrkhcld @sannyangel89 @moondient

[simpingforheros]

I need more of the Jason Todd wife’s story cause you ATEEEE

Jason Broke What??

Pairing: Jason Todd X Female! Reader

Summary: Dick played stupid games and won stupid prizes, but at least he got to see his sister in law’s ass.

Warning: 18+, NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Not Proofread . Female Pronouns and Anatomy, Dirty talk, Degeragtion/Praise, Violence Against Richard Grayson, Smut, Fluff, Comedy, P in V, Illusions to Anal (fem receiving), Voyeurism, Oral (p and a) (fem receiving), Fingering (fem receiving), Implied Heavy Petting, Nonconsensual Peeping Tom, Masturbation, and plot twist.

A/N: Part 3 to Jason’s Girl?? And Jason’s Wife?! . And again, I'm sorry to keep harassing you Pookie, @jjenthusee, but I feel its only right that you be tagged in the conclusion of this trilogy because you started all of this.

A/N: IM BACK, BABES! You miss me? I miss you all. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers during my break to take care of my family. Also if this fic seems rough, I was writing this in my car during break. Also, I know one of my big no-nos is accepting requests for full fanfics but I had an idea and if the masses want to see more of Dick's misery then I wanna feed yall.

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The holidays were everyone’s favorite time of the year. Especially Bruce and Alfred’s. Surprisingly, Bruce developed a love for them later in his adult life due to his years of constantly having to play Santa to his growing hoard of sidekicks. Now with a manor full of teens and children from multiple different backgrounds and cultures, Alfred proposes a family trip to their private ski resort.

Everything was going smoothly. Tim, Bernard, and Stephane were enjoying ice skating along the frozen lake while Duke, Cass, and Damian were skiing down large hills and mountains trying to out do the other. Bruce and Selina were of course mostly confined to their bedroom, only venturing out for a dinner date or to spend time with the family, while Alfred enjoyed taking a break from everyone doing whatever he delighted himself in doing.

Everyone was happy..

Except for Dick. This year was one of the worst for him. Kori started officially dating Roy Harper after some mission she was involved in with the Outlaws and Barbra didn’t want to see him anymore. And to make matters worse, Jason and his wife of a year were all over each other.

Dick couldn’t even do anything without his brother being there, unintentionally rubbing his healthy love life in his face.

Wanted to go skiing? Jason was already there. His large hands were sturdy on (Y/N)'s back as he was showing her as she was balancing on a snowboard. Her curves were highlighted in the snow by her red snowsuit that just so happened to match Jason's black and red suit. Her eyes light up through her snow goggles as she successfully maneuvers around the terrain with Jason's loud praises.

Wanted to go ice skating? The Todds were already there stumbling over each other as Jason's normally composed stance wavers in his ice skates as his blushing wife giggles and helps him slowly adjust to the new feeling of unease. For a viglieante, he certainly didn't skate like one. Dick wasn't exactly fond of witnessing his younger brother purposefully comp a feel of (Y/N)'s perky ass as he 'stumbles' into her.

Even relaxing in the main room of the huge million dollar cabin was impossible as the moment the moon shines bright in the sky or the sun barely kisses their existence, Jason and (Y/N) were so domestically in tune with the room. It was almost like witnessing a Hallmark movie.

The couple would be in the kitchen with Jason preparing a simple soup with her propped up on the counter, ready to taste the soup when he offered her the wooden spoon. A mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked up into his own as she hums at the taste. Dick nearly cringes when he witnesses Jason's sideways smirk as he flexes his hand on her hip.

Sometimes the couple would be sitting on the sofa near the fire. A thick wool blanket wrapped around them as they relaxed into each other. Dick tries not to acknowledge them. Not to recognize the softness of Jason's features as he lazily enjoys his wife's nails lightly scratching his scalp. Not to recognize her plump lips curving deeper as the blanket shifts slightly and Jason's hand caresses her thigh higher than he should. It was especially bad when they would whisper into each other's ears before the pair would hurrily go to their room in a whisper of an excuse of faux exhaustion before giggling as they lock themselves away.

Thankfully, they did those sinful acts of love away from Dick at least. .. Or so he thought.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was a skiing accident that started the whole ordeal.

The Bat family had been skiing down the steepest hill they could find out of Stephanie and Damian's petty competition that everyone decided to get involved in. The only members that weren't there were Alfred, who demanded that none of the family ever mention putting him in skiis anywhere near his presence, and the Todds.

Much to Dick's relief, (Y/N) was feeling a bit nauseous and decided to stay behind along with the concerned Red Hood.

Unfortunately, the friendly competition took a turn when Dick accidentally sleds over a rock which caused him to fly off his skis and tumble down the hill. The fiery ache in his arm gave the acrobat a headache as he desperately hoped he didn't break his arm in a lame skiing accident.

"Son of a bitch!" He curses as Bruce skies down to check on him.

"Are you alright?" His adoptive father asks as he carefully helps him up. Dick's eye watering as he jerks his injured arm away from Bruce as he accidentally brushes against it.

Bruce notices the jerk and immediately takes the arm in a gentle grasp as he clinically flexes and prodes at the appendage. Dick nearly cursing as Selina and Damian come down to check on him.

"I don't think its anything too serious," Bruce says as he pulls away. "At worst, you probably have a hairline fracture in it. Alfred would have to check it out just to make sure."

Selina, acting as the pseudo- stepmother figure she was, gently places a hand on Dick's shoulder as she ask, "Do you need me to drop you off at the cabin?"

The eldest son shakes his head before grumbling, "I can make it back on my own. I could use some alone time anyway."

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Unfortunately, Dick doesn't find Alfred when he comes back to the cabin after walking back in the cold snow. Only a note reading,

'I've gone to an event at the main resort tonight. Please contact me through the main resort hotline and I promise to get back to you- Alfred'

"Fucking great..." Dick groans as he decides to just head to bed. His body aches from the trauma of the fall as he drags his feet up the large staircase and up to the main hallway towards the suites bedrooms. It wasn't until a faint but familiar sound that caused the fatigue in him to melt.

The familiar sound of breathlessness that he had only heard one angel sing before. (Y/N)...

As he discreetly walked down the hallway, the melody of whines and moans filled his ears along with the familiar sounds of slurping and squelching.

The cracked door to Pandora's Box calling to him as he hears the whimpers of, "Fuck, baby...."

"Ah not there! Its so embarrassing...."

"Jason, more..."

Dick peers into the door to see something that he wished he could snap a picture of and keep forever just like he did those videos.

Sprawled out on the bed was her in all of her glory. Her skin glowing in perspiration and pleasure as she lays with her cheek pressed against the mattress with her round globes of flesh in the air. Her eyes clouded with tears and desperation as she looks over her shoulder to her lover as her glossy lips whimper.

Jason was only in his tight black boxers as his hand squished the soft flesh of her cheek to the side. His eyes staring back into hers with the same pathetic lust and dominance that he always had as he eats her out from behind. His nose appearing and disappearing in the crack as his tongue plays a cruel game of tag.

His slow, lugritive strokes down to her puffy clit interchange with the rough darting over her pulsing hole before sofly licking up to her puckered hole. His fingers never leaving her neglected as he would hold her pussy open before lazily playing with her clit in between licks.

"Jason, quit being a tease..." She whines before yelping as he roughly pinches her clit. His mouth pulling away from her as she whines.

He begins to slowly tease her folds as he scolds her softly, "I didn't ask for you to be ungrateful."

Her hips jittering to regain some friction before he smacks her ass as he continues. Her whimpers of pain causing Dick's own cock to jump in his pants as he tries to ignore his brother as he kept his eyes on (Y/N). His hand slowly releasing his cock from his ski pants as he continues to watch the scene before him.

"Here I am trying to take care of you after you've been sick all day and all I get in return is some sass." Jason scolds cruelly before he inserts two fingers roughly into her cunt. Her cheeks burning hot under her tear stained skin as her body welcomes him with a sicking squelch as she mumbles.

"I-i'm sorry baby..."

Jason's gaze softens before a mocking look of sympathy appears on his face as he begins to thrust his fingers into her. The slight curve of his hand memorizing her body as he instantly found her G-Spot as she cries in pleasure.

"It's okay, Ma." He coos as he presses open kisses to her shoulders and back as he begins to brutally pound her cunt with his fingers. Her eyes jumping back into her skull as he continues to assault her senses as he says.

"You can't help it that you are sick as a dog in the mornings and then a raging whore at night...Afterall," Jay whispers as his mouth slowly decends back down her body. "Little bit isn't making this easy for you, is she?"

She desperately nods as she tries to roll her hips back to meet his hand as he chuckles at her. "It's alright. I'll take care of you, Baby, but I want you to take care of me too. We are family..."

His mouth instantly attacks her puckered asshole just as she seizes up and orgasms as her eyes roll back into her skull. Her desperate sobs turn into overstimulated whimpers as Jason doesn't let up on her abused holes.

It wasn't until she was still that he raised up and pulled his boxers down. His smirk grew to a shit-eating grin as despite her tired face, she wiggled her hips, ready for him to take her.

"Ass or Cunt?"Jason asks as he jerks his bright angry cock.

Her lips curl in a lazy grin as she says, "Both."

"That's my girl." He says as he lines his tip up with her pussy as he slowly pushes in.

Her whimper along with his groan of relief as his hips slowly meet hers. His upper body bends down to meet her lips in a deep kiss as his hips meet her ass. His hand slides around the plushness of her hip to rest on her lower stomach as he whispers to her mouth.

"Maybe it's not too late to give Little Bit a sibling."

She giggles before she presses another peck to his lips before he rises back up to place his foot adjacent to her knee. Not giving her any more time to adjust, his hips begin to slowly thrust into her quivering body as his hand keeps a tight grip on her asscheek, spreading her open. His cerulean eyes trained on the creamy ring that was slowly developing on the base of his thick cock as he disappears deep inside her.

"Jason..." (Y/N) whimpers as his pace begins to increase.

"God, how is she still so tight?" He groans as his hips begin to snap into hers, his eyes wide as he watches her ass ripple at the growing intensity of his thrusts.

Dick's own hand tries to match the pace as he tries to imagine he was the one fucking her instead of Jason. That he wasn't the one pathetically fucking his fist outside of his brother's room with his other arm possibly fractured.

Her face contorting in pure ecstasy as her manicured nails tear into the comforter. Her wedding rings shining in the low light of the room as Jason's own wedding band disappears in her hair. His grip looks unforgiving as he forces her head deeper into the mattress. His free hand stretching as his thumb circles her ass with light pressure as she cries into the plush bedding.

"Fuck you look so pretty." Jason moans as he slowly fucks his thumb centimeter by centimeter into her ass as gently as he could as his hips abuse her cunt. "I wonder how much prettier you would look with my cum dripping out of his cute little ass and pussy. You think everyone will notice you limping?"

He chuckles as he manages to fill her to the first knuckle as he stops his pace to grind into her, letting the feeling of him invading both of her hole and filling her sink in.

Her hips trembling as she tries to create more friction as her sobful begging wasn't even intelligible as he kept her head down. From the impossibly growing slick on his thighs, it was obvious that her orgasm was coming again and soon as Jason's free hand releases her hair and instead pulls her up flushed against his chest.

Her wanton cries filling the room as she was now exposed for the first time to the room. Her bare breast were littered in dark hickies as Jason's hand comes to paw at her tits. Her arms reaching back as one tangles at the nape of his neck and the other cupping his ass, encouraging him to continue.

"Please..." She begs as trembles in his hold. "Please fuck me...fuck all my holes please. I'm yours to do as you please..."

Jason smiles softly before kissing her cheek. "Good girl...that's my good, sweet little wife..."

His praises never end as his hips begin to snap into her at a brutal pace. Both of their voices became higher in pitch as they began to get lost in each other.

"That's it. Take it. Take it all. It's all for you and you only."

"You're doing so good. No one has such a soft, loving heart and cunt like yours..."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too" She manages to reply back before it hits her.

It was then that she screamed out Jason's name as her coil snapped inside her. Her eyes roll back again as her walls squeeze his cock as he follows her with a rough cry.

Dick quickly covers his mouth as his own orgasm hits him after he managed to not make a mess and not be discovered so far.

The base of Jason's cock is a mess as their releases flow down and drip before the pair calms down with a soft kiss on each other's lips. His cock pulls out of her as he massages her lower stomach gently as he pulls away. His eyes shone in pure admiration and concern.

"You okay?" Jason asks softly as he cups her face.

Her tired eyes staring at his lovingly as she whispers. "Yea...Can I have some water before we go again?"

They both smirk at eachother before Jason pecks her lips as he mumbles. "You're insatiable."

He stands up from the bed as she collapses into the pillow. He pulls on his boxers and heads to the door before Dick even recognizes out of his lust full daze. He didn't have time to react as Jason swings open the door to the pathetic sight before him.

Dick 'Motherfucking' Grayson was peeping into his brother's room. Watching his brother making love to his wife. And jerking off to it.

Before Dick could explain, Jason's face twists in anger as his cold glare indicating that this maybe Nightwing's last day on Earth.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

And like that Dick tries to run away back down the large stair case as Jason chases him to beat his ass. Karma is an ugly bitch because just as the front door was opening, Dick violently twists away from Jason's grasps so hard that he tumbles down the stairs with a large crack and several gasps indicating the end of the vacation.

And that was the story of how Jason broke Dick's arm and little Richard after he caught him being a weirdo.

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A/N: I swear I'm not a Dick Grayson hater, but I think its kind of tradition now to always rip on him in this miniseries. I hope y'all enjoyed it and please comment what you liked and didn't like about this. I swear I'll actually start cleaning out my drafts soon.

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[justanothersanjilover]

Masterlist

Here is a little post to navigate through my silly ZoSanZo shenanigans 😁

Modern Gym AU - still in progress 😊 (I can’t get enough of it 😂) Newest Part

I still love you - A ZoSan fanfic I‘m really proud of 😊

Roronoa Zoro/Sanji Spicytober 23 - literally what it says 😂

Vacation with obstacles - The continuation to „I still love you“

After the fight - A spicy little SanZo One shot I wrote to get out of my writers block

Zoro turned into a girl - I find that thought pretty funny and wrote a bit about it 😂

A little turn on (somehow) homophobic Zoro with a twist 😁

A angsty idea about Zoro being called dirty by Sanji

Wip game

Zosan Soulmate Au (idea)

My name on your tongue (Zosan Soulmate Au part 1)

Silly drawings

Choked embraced by Zoro 😂

Choked embraced by Ace 🙈

Leg day…of some sorts 😏

Leg day 2 🙊

Marimoagents’s open collab feat. my stripper Sanji 😂

ZoSanTober 24

ZoSanTober 24 coloured

Dance of love

ZoSanWeek2024

Fem!Zosan

Trans Zoro as Santa

Spicy drawing with 40/yo Sanji and pre time skip Sanji + Zoro 🥰

Happy New Year 2025

Head canons:

Hand kink? Yes! - Maybe I‘m actually gonna write something for this idea 🤔

A little take on Zoro being submissive 🙈

Why does Zoro shave? 😂

Trans Zoro thoughts:

His dead name - I liked the thought somehow🤔

I wish you were a girl - A angsty ZoSan fanfic with Trans-Zoro

To be continued…😂

[nerdieforpedro]

The Brave, The Bold, The Dirty - Fanfics that I adore

Volume 3

Fanfics that I am currently reading or re-read because they’re that good!! 😊

This list is for those aged 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they are there for a reason.

(Normally I write a few sentences about each fic but I added so many because I caught up on my reading - so brevity. I also indicated a few that aren’t about a Pedro character.)

Back Alley Bang by @morallyinept

Paranoid Heart by @goodwithcheese

It’s Never Too Late by @javierpena-inatacvest

Honey Stained Hands by @undercoverpena

The Gift by @mandoisapunk

Tell me how it’s lookin’ babe by @beskarandblasters

Medicine by @goodwithcheese

Into the Beat of the Night by @perotovar

Sequins by @trulybetty

Quickstep by @farawayfromwanting

Rendezvous in Reno by @theywhowriteandknowthings

For a Good Time Call…Tommy by @missredherring

Sweet Treat by @mrsmando

Heart of Beskar by @theywhowriteandknowthings

Giving Thanks and Giving Thanks part 2 by @linzels-blog

Honey Smoke Lemon and Oak by @sunnygrey99

Deserve it by @huffle-punk

Meet me at the Farmer’s Market by @chiriwritesstuff

Cravings by @pedge-page

Hold Tight by @sin-djarin

Right where We belong by @flightlessangelwings (A Loki fic just FYI)

Las Mañanas by @kiwisbell

Diner Girl by @katiexpunk

Nothing that I Didn’t Know by @for-a-longlongtime

Learning Curves by @ezrasbirdie

I’m here and Affirmations by @davnittbraes

Sleezy Santa by @morallyinept

Jester little bit more by @covetyou

Safe with me by @musings-of-a-rose (Robbie Reyes)

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Which winter movies do they watch?

How often does the fireplace get used? (Is it ever turned off?!)

Who puts on the first Christmas song?

When they were younger, how obsessed was Ian with Mickey’s winter scarf?

Who was the first one to consider giving the other one a Christmas present or wish the other one Happy Christmas?

What are Ian’s thoughts over the years about Mickey’s bulky, warm jackets?

Did they ever dream about meeting up together during the winter when they were younger?

Does Ian (post-canon) have any special food or drinks he wants to try during the winter?

Do they like decorating their apartment in the West Side?

Where do they get their Christmas tree from? Buy it? Steal it?

What dirty/rude Christmas decorations do they have?

Do you think either of them have a Christmas they kind of liked when they were a child?

Who would win in a snowball fight?

Who shovels the driveway if they ever have that problem?

Who hates the cold more?

How would they cope if they got snowed in?

What are their favourite types of winter clothes to wear?

What are their favourite types of winter clothes to see the other one wear?

Do either of them ever get roped into dressing up as Santa for Franny and Freddie? How does this go?

What are their favourite winter smells?

Do Ian and Mickey enjoy any spooky wintery ghost stories?

How many blankets do they have on their bed?

When do they put up Christmas decorations? When do they take them down?

Do they like any winter sports?

How do they warm each other up when they’re cold?

If they wear Christmas jumpers, what kind do they wear?

If they both get sick at the same time, how do they cope?

Pick one New Year’s Eve at any point in pre-canon/canon/post-canon, what’s happening?

Do they have any wintery nicknames for each other?

Any other wintery headcanons?

Favourite wintery fanfic/fanart/gifset/edit?

[cloudmail-bah]

Merry Christmas!!! here's a alter pack for fun to get back into the swing of things!!! we're not back yet, trying out some new things lemme know what you think!! we might change our format more who knows!!

☁️ Pre-made Package 📬 Krampus !!

💌 headmates may not turn out exactly as the information below! that's perfectly fine, pick and choose what works💕

names: krampus, karen, santa, clause, claude, sara, bella, bell, claire, candy, claws, ram, mary, merry, christmas, billy, coal, carol, sunny, damien, danna, dixie, dare, present, penny, poppy

pronouns: they/them, she/her, he/him, it/its, bell/bells, present/presents, gift/gifts, coal/coals, smoke/smokes, soot/soots, winter/winters, horn/horns, devil/devils, snow/snows, fire/fires, brr/brrs

genders / orientations: cassgender, fem-aligned nonbinary, demongender, jollytrumpic, campmasgender, carolbellic / demisexual, demiromantic

age: 1000s of years old (very old, adult bodied)

species: shapeshifter, disguised as a human

roles: general caretaker, steward, overrider, gambler, external protector, (if applies) ocd holder

sources: no sourced technically, unless you count krampus mythology or santa ig?? lol

likes: good behavior, order, cleaning, chores, cooking, taking care of the external stuff, camping, colourful clothes, fluffy fabrics, bells, caroling, lullabies, soft music, candy, writing, fanfic, cheesy christmas movies, hallmark movies,

dislikes: chaos, dirty living situation, rudeness, poor manners, bad behavior around kids, disrespect, being too loud, glitter, being too warm or too cold

personality: (use of they/them for convince sake) they spend most of their time in front cleaning, they have a keen eye for dirt and find great pleasure in removing it. they're very set on keeping the body and home in order. finding it frustrating when they are interrupted and will become aggressive. informing whoever interrupts them that they are busy and to be left alone. once the bodies needs are met they become mellow and relaxed. finding great pleasure in the act of reading and taking time for themselves. they will gladly stay in front to help the system with general wellness tasks, along with sticking up for their needs. expect them to always have a plan, and a backup plan! they are generally very standoff-ish and push people away. those stubbrn enough to stick by, not get in their way of cleaning, and don't add to any messes, will meat a kind silly goat with a baaad sense of humor X3

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sign offs: 🎄, 🐐, 🎁, 🛍️, 🍬, 🔔

[jhutchersonswife]

Christmas present

ONE SHOT SMUT | 18+ | FLUFF

Santa Mike x gn!reader

content: Lovers | Porn with slight plot | ? Fluff ? | Blowjob | Oral sex | Fingering | Christmas Day | Mike role-Play | Praises/Dirty talk

summary: Mike and you have been dating for quite a while, Abby was at her friends house on Christmas Day. Mike took the opportunity to spend alone time with you and give you the best Christmas night of your life.

writers note (heyy HAPPY HOLIDAYS, this is my first fanfic, if it’s horrible i apologize help)

Mike and you have been together for a maximum 2 years, your assistance with his rent, emotional support, and intimacy helped him become a better person, a less odd one to say the least. He really appreciated you, for the help with Abby as well.

You two loved Christmas, always baked cookies for Abby to believe in ‘Santa Claus.’ She was so gullible. Every year, you guys would make gingerbread houses which Mike got for free at some shitty, sketchy Christmas event at Walmart. God, that moment was so witty. You guys made forts, and watched Home alone.

Well, Abby forced you and Mike to binge watch it with her.

This year, Mike wanted to do something special for you. To just pay back all of the things you did for him. Since Abby decided to go sleepover at her recent best friend’s house, which Mike was hesitant to let her go, he decided to have some alone time with you. He was lucky to have you, he was surprised, he’s such a whacked person.

Behind your back, he went to buy a Santa costume, not those big obese ones with jingle bells, saying ‘Ho, Ho, Ho.’

No, fuck no, he chose his style. He made himself more appealing, well, not in his eyes at least. He wore a button down white shirt—tight red boxers, that were oddly uncomfortable for him to wear, and a Santa hat.

He cleared his throat, sitting back against the couch. (He was obsessed with.) The annoying ass creaky one with the light stripes that pissed you off. Obviously, Mike set up a mistletoe on the ceiling with some tape from Dollar tree. It was romantic, well, at least he thought it was.

He jolted up, hearing the keys jingle from outside the door. You currently were using the spare key copy he gave you a year back, for emergency purposes or anything, honestly. You groan out as you walked in, shrugging off your jacket before turning your head. Only to see Mike. Eyes widen and cheeks flushed, eyelashes bashing up and down at the sight. He’s never been so sexy.

“Where’s abby? We should decorate and bake soon-” You get cut off.

“Don’t worry about that, Y/n. Come here, tell me what you want for Christmas.” He teased, a smirk forming on his lips. Your reaction was priceless, it made his tight boxers uncomfortable, feeling himself grow harder at the sight of desire in your eyes. His head titled to the side and spread his arms out, inviting you over.

A breathless chuckle escaped you, this was ridiculous yet so romantic. You two never have alone time. Never. But now, oh, you were so gonna make the time worth it. “Oh yeah?” You murmur, shooting him a smile before slowly walking over to Mike. Without a word, you crawl into his lap, straddling him. You could feel his average yet hard, twitching bulge against you. Your breath hitching.

“Mhm, that’s it. Now, honey. Tell me.”

“What do you want for Christmas?” He teased. He wasn’t the type to usually flirt, so it was amusing to watch him struggle slightly.

His eyes linger on your body, taking in your attire. It was lazy since you just got off of a quick shift at work, of course, your shitty boss forced you to work on Christmas eve. At least you got 20 more dollars. Pfft. Although, you were still sexy in that jacket—coat combo. Hot.

You bit your lip, leaning in closer. You were not gonna be patient tonight. You just got off work and now you wanted to not waste time. “You.”

Mike gasped against your lips as you crash them on his mouth, before snatching your petite waist and pulling you in closer to him. His lips move desperately against you, a desperate whine escaping you. It was embarrassing to make sounds but God, he knew you too well.

Well, technically, you two were following the Christmas rule. Both under the mistletoe. For now.

You were bent over the couch, hands on your lower back for support for Mike. His hips slowly moving back, taking a few seconds before pounding back inside you in a slow, steady pace. Causing a whimper mixed with a possessive growl that escapes him. His jaw clenched, groaning out.

“Oh, Y/n. Fuck yes.”

You gasp, eyes fluttering as you shut them close. He felt so good inside you, always stretching your hole out every time, your stress from your job fading away. Your hands clasp the edge of the sofa, eyes opening, half lidded as the only thing you really notice in the whole room is the bright, lit up Christmas tree.

Mike groaned again, his hand finding your hips, guiding them to his desire pace. His jaw clenching to keep in his pathetic whimpers, he hated how he sounded honestly. He sounded like an idiot. A horny one. His hands slid down slowly, finding your crotch and lightly pressing his index and middle finger against you.

“So wet for me, huh? I should put you on the bad list.”

You let out a stuttered moan, your body arching against his touch. The feeling was overwhelming, his fingers on your core, his cock deep inside you. Fuck. You part you lips, looking over your shoulder to glance at him. You try to speak, but all that comes out is a whimper as he sped up his fingers. You know he’s aroused, you feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Mhm, baby. Just like that.”

He grumbled in your ear, before meeting your half lidded eyes. Oh, you look so good right now. He bit his lip, trying not to throw you against the wall and fuck you, fast and hard. But, he wanted this night to go slow. Really slow and wanted to be gentle and patient. He hasn’t had alone time/sex with you in a while.

Now, he has the chance. Especially on Christmas. Bonus. It does remind him of Abby, his concern growing at the thought of her at her friends house. What if she gets hurt? Kidnapped? Poisoned?

He shook his thoughts away, the last thing he wanted on his mind was his concern for his sister. He glanced at you, gently taking a strand of your hair, pulling it behind your ear with his free hand. He gave you a gentle look, something more than desire. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I love you.” He murmured, before slamming his hips against yours. A needy whine escaping him before he increased his pace a tad bit. His fingers quickening on your core, his dick moving in, out, in, out, deeper, deeper. His pre-cum coating your walls, mixed with saliva since he spit on his penis to slide into you. Making it easier to slip inside of you, to move.

You cry out, your heart beating wildly. Fuck. Oh fuck, you felt yourself getting close. Your hips fall perfectly on his cock, you feel yourself trembling. A guttural—high pitched moan escaping you. You missed this. Honestly.

“Oh god, oh god.”

He narrowed his eyes in pleasure, his fingers snaking up your neck and gripping your throat. Squeezing it, hard enough for you to still breathe. His thrusts grew sloppier, desperate. His other hand bruising into your hip, the soreness shooting through him as he groaned. Shifting his position, he flipped you over—your back slamming onto his chest, making you ride him. “Fuck.” He whimpered, his lips finding your bare shoulder and biting into it.

You didn’t hesitate; hips bouncing up and down, your jaw dropping at the sensation. You grind your hips back and forth, up and down. His cock twitched inside of you with every movement. Before you knew it, your orgasm crashed onto you. A scream escaping your lips, with his name.

You began to cream all over him, brows furrowing at the sensation before rocking your hips, causing him to groan. He hasn’t finished yet. You then gave him a kiss on his lips, before sliding down to his chest, peppering him with kisses. You feel his muscles tense under your lips before climbing off of him and going on your knees. On the old carpet.

Mike looked down at you, his penis full of your cum. It twitched at the sight of you on your knees, you couldn’t help but let out a laugh as his dick twitched right on your cheek. “Y/n. You’re killing me, babe.” He breathed, a breathless grin on his lips, it faltered, feeling your lips on his shaft. He used one hand to guide your head, trying not to hurt you, and the other clasping the couch. He swears it ripped from his grip.

“Yeah, right there. Just like tha- Oh!”

He whined, his hips bucking up into your mouth. His tip hitting in the back of your throat, making you gag ever so slightly. You grab his thighs to support yourself, your tongue working on his shaft while your lips work on his leaking tip. Gargles, gasps, moans fill the small living room. Your eyes watched his, tears forming in your eyes from the gags.

His thrusts in your mouth grew much more out of control, more sloppy and desperate. Much faster. He growled out your name, grabbing your head with both of his hands now and guiding you up and down quickly, yet, it was gentle in a way. He hissed and threw his head back. His Santa hat falling off, he whimpered out and his eyes rolled in the back of his eyelids. Feeling his orgasm arriving.

“Holy shit, Y/n, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

He shot his load, a shout escaping him. His cum shooting into your mouth, a pleasured gasp escaping him as he loosened his grip on your head. Glancing down at you, his eyes full of adoration, exhaustion, and satisfaction. He shot you a warm, breathless smile. Which you always thought was adorable.

You lick off the cum off your finger tips, and swallow every bit of it. He always tasted sweet. You sigh, a tired smile going to your lips before falling on the cushion on the sofa, both of your body’s full of sweat. You wrap your arms around him, legs wrapping around his bare waist. The sex was amazing, holy fuck.

“I love you too.” You giggle, replying to his confession earlier.

His eyes dart to you, smirking lazily before pressing his lips against yours. Deepening the kiss, slowly. Tasting himself on your tongue. Pulling away, grabbing your chin and looking right down at you. Inhaling deeply, in piece. “We need to do this more often.”

“Seriously, where is Abby though.” You ask, genuinely curious, concerned as well.

“Doesn’t matter.” He whispered.

“It does.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too, bastard.”

@anitalenia credit for the cutest dividers ever thank you 🤧

[landoom]

F1 FANFICS REC LIST - Loscar - Part I

Our Dirty Little Secret, Who Has to Know? (3315 words) by Mirabelle_xii12s Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: Oscar Piastri had somehow been able to keep his relationship a secret from the media for 4 years. That was 4 years longer than he expected.

oOoOoOo

hopelessly devoted (7613 words) by Anonymous Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: “Who are you?” Oscar asked. Logan swallowed, thick. He’d bested men thrice Oscar’s size in tourneys, but something about the situation had him sweating beneath his chainmail. “I’m your new guard, my prince.”

oOoOoOo

coming down the chimney (4935 words) by vivienne_xoxo Rating: Explicit Summary: “It can’t be that bad,” Logan laughed. “You’re acting like it’s a hot pink dildo or something.” Oscar didn’t reply. “Holy shit,” the blonde gasped, eyes blowing wide and smile dropping, what was just amusement replaced by shock. “No way.” “It’s not hot pink,” Oscar said lowly, looking away. Lando gets Oscar a dildo for Christmas. Logan finds out during their annual Christmas haul video call. Things sure do happen. OR: The product of a thirteen year old left alone with a computer, no internet, and a dream. Santa is coming and so are they.

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my guy’s pretty like a girl (5695 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Summary: “You look good, princess,” Oscar whispers, leaving a wet kiss on the side of Logan’s neck. “All dressed up for me,” trailing one hand down Logan’s front, he stops at the edge of the lace poking out above his sweats, “you got matching panties, too?” “‘Course I did,” Logan says, a bit teasing, reaching for Oscar’s hand. “Wanted to look pretty for you when you got back.”

oOoOoOo oh to love you is sweet like a peach (9506 words) by 0rdinaryth1ngs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Summary: They were sticky with sweat, but not disgusting, and Oscar can remember the way Logan’s arm felt around his shoulders. The way his thumb brushed over his left shoulder, his armpit sitting on his right. He remembers the tingling he felt along the back of his neck where Logan’s hand slid along as he removed his arm. He thinks Holly might be right. Or: Oscar isn't straight, and he definitely doesn't have a crush on Logan. And Logan is definitely straight too.

oOoOoOo

screen glows in a dark room (5560 words) by miamis Rating: Explicit Summary: It’s not until Oscar has been lulled into the comfortability of their conversation that he sees it, when Logan shifts and his phone tips in a new direction, towards his nightstand, where he has— “Mate,” Oscar says, a bit instinctual. The back of his neck is hot, and he’s flustered, but he’s mostly— “Do you have a— what is that?”

MASTERPOST

[tricksterlatte]

Akeshu Holiday Heist Special WIP

This was going to be a oneshot sequel to my completed Persona 5 Akechi/Joker fanfic, Chase the Joker, set nearly one year after the ending. While I still have a few oneshots set in their future planned, this one's entire concept was changed, and the fic was scrapped. Since I had fun writing their banter, I'm going to post the WIP here anyways. You can read underneath the cut! As it's incomplete, there is no concrete ending to this segment at this time.

Sometimes, life could feel just like a Christmas movie. One could find the true meaning of holiday cheer amidst the chaos, no matter who they are or where they came from. It was a special time of year, and whether people celebrated or not, sometimes beautiful magic happened. 

Joyful moments could be shared underneath the tree as families discover the true meaning of the holiday season, whether related to Santa Clause, the meaning of life, or Kentucky Fried Chicken. True love could be discovered underneath the mistletoe, all while some coworker’s annoying as hell kids at the office Christmas party went ooh or help me or perhaps ew, gross much? On occasion, the stars aligned just right each December, and picturesque moments captured in the mind’s eye forever would feel just like the more diverse Hallmark movies. All three of them, if you were being generous.

It was at these times one must remember Die Hard was also a Christmas movie…which was the evidence Akira needed to utilize for their current situation, no matter how Goro denied it, all while they drove towards some rich bastard’s Christmas bash on a hellbent mission.

Car rides anywhere were enjoyable as long as they were with each other, and in the end that was all Akira could ask for. As Goro rambled on and on about cultural variations of the holiday, and how supposedly none of them involved homicide, Akira just held back laughter while applying the reddest lipstick known to man. He hadn’t ever worn a cocktail dress before today, but no one could deny he looked incredible. He was dressed to the nines in luscious red, a silky wig, and enough makeup that not even his own parents would recognize him, and yet it wasn’t technically for a date. What a homophobic shame dealt to him by the gods themselves.

…Okay, his parents hadn’t seen him in years, and the last time had been Goro punching his father in the face. It was better stated that not even his cat would recognize him, but Akira didn’t want to think about that either. So instead he just bickered with the man he loved.

“Honey, listen,” Akira countered, after Goro ranted for the entire length of some bubbly kpop song about being merry and happy. “I know you pride yourself on being right about everything, and I support you unconditionally, but have you ever considered you’re totally wrong about literally everything? We are living out a Christmas movie right now. I’m right.”

“Stating I’m wrong without providing actual evidence as to why again, Akira?” Goro said with an eye roll, though his rolling eyes struggled to stay focused on the road when Akira’s dress kinda showed his upper thigh. “You would not have lasted one week in a university setting’s debate team, and it shows.”

“Hey, neither of us went to college, on account of me being a sexy criminal superstar and you being sexy and also super dead. At least I read dozens of books on mythology and cultural figures when we still had the Nav,” Akira said right back. “I’m a master debater–”

“I swear if you say ‘and also a masturbator,’ I’m hitting the brakes at mach speed.”

“I mean no, I don’t need to do that when we’re in the same room twenty-four hours a day. Wow, you have such a dirty mind, did you know that?”

Goro finally stared not at the road nor Akira’s legs, but a secret third thing–his smug, stupid face, so he could shoot Akira the nastiest of glares. “Quite the talk from someone who made a kidnapping roleplay joke months after literally being kidnapped.”

Okay, that had been one time. And they were not talking about it. Not if Akira could help it. He finished applying the last of his makeup and examined himself in the mirror. If looks could kill, Akira wouldn’t need a knife tonight. Tragically, he still needed a knife, but at least he was pretty. 

“I never joked about that again, give me and my coping mechanisms some credit. Anyways, enough talk about my abduction. Ever heard of Krampus? He’s like the Mementos Grim Reaper used to be, except real, and festive, and I’m pretty sure he murdered children. How’s that for Christmas cheer?”

“I appreciate the sentiment behind a morally dubious Christmas special, but…Krampus aside, the holiday genre as a whole is ill-suited for activities such as murder, once we put aside frequently debated titles. There is a reason films such as Die Hard and American Psycho are commonly dismissed from a place among happy-go-lucky Christmas movies, and that’s due to them only portraying the holiday as background noise in favor of an action plot. It’s only a timestamp when all is considered, nothing more.”

God, Goro was so pretentious. No wonder Akira was in love with him. Here they were, driving towards some multimillionaire’s holiday party with a heist in mind and also assassination if push came to shove, and yet Goro was blasting some American artist’s holiday music on the Jokermobile speakers and discussing American fucking Psycho versus the concept of Christmas cheer. If he wasn’t wearing nondescript black clothing and gun holsters, Akira would blame the irritated snarl gracing Goro’s face on this Michael Buble person singing some no homo anthem about his buddy Santa.

Akira just giggled in his best falsetto, preparing himself for whatever crossdressing shenanigans he had to pull for their mission tonight, and flipped his wig over his shoulder. Brief little moments of domestic bliss were nice after everything, even if most people wouldn’t get it. 

“Okay, ignore the murder then. We’re still living in a real life romcom whether you think my jokes are funny or not, since my entire life is a joke.” Another unimpressed squint as Goro kept his eyes on the road. The self-deprecation didn’t hit like it used to for either of them. Damn their efforts to rebuild Akira’s self-esteem. Those efforts were getting in the way of dark humor! “It’s December 24th, we’re on our way to crash a Christmas party, and we are romantic and comedic. We even took that don we now our gay apparel song to heart, come on!”

Goro snorted, ever the long-suffering, disgruntled man in the face of whatever the fuck Akira was doing. “That can be said for your outfit tonight, but I don’t recall a black turtleneck ever winning one of those ridiculous ugly Christmas sweater contests.”

“No, see, you’re just dressed like the gay goth cousin who sits at the kids’ table during family gatherings because he hates his homophobic relatives.” Akira knew this because he had once been the gay goth cousin who sat at kids’ tables during their rare family gatherings because he hated his homophobic relatives.

Goro looked from Akira, to the road, to their GPS. His brow furrowed and he bit his lip once he saw how little time was left until their arrival. The plan had been for Goro to park the car and follow behind closely, and Akira would do the actual infiltration with a fake identity and a fake adoration for being surrounded by the rich and pompous. The flashy getup was excessive, in Goro’s opinion, but plenty of Shido’s affiliates, and therefore Goro’s whether he liked them or not, were occupying this little gala. Of the two of them, Akira was less likely to be recognized, especially when dressed like this.

That didn’t mean Goro was fond of the idea whatsoever, but that was only one stressor among the many weighing them down tonight. As Goro parked the car, Akira finalized his appearances one more time, double-checking his heels were just short and thick enough that he could still run in them, and that not a hair looked out of place.

He only became aware of his nervous expression when Goro turned off the radio. Turning to face his partner in crime, he saw anxiety reflected back at him, and Akira gulped down a lump in his throat. “Hey,” Akira said, reaching over to grab Goro’s hand as it held the steering wheel in a vice grip. “I know this time of year is stressful for everyone, but I’m going to be okay–”

“Are you okay, though?” Goro cut him off, flexing his fingers before letting go of the wheel. He squeezed his eyelids shut and visibly fought to unclench his jaw. “You’ve spent the entire car ride cracking ridiculous jokes and making up your own lyrics to every damn orchestra cover that played on the radio, but if you’re trying to hide how nervous you are, you’re not doing a great job. I thought we talked about this.”

Akira winced. Keeping secrets hadn’t been his goal at all, but he couldn’t blame Goro for that train of thought. Old habits die hard, whether trauma was involved or otherwise. He flopped back against the headrest, shifting their hands so their fingers intertwined. Even with gloved hands, the grip grounded both of them. “I wasn’t doing it on purpose. I just know if I think too much about the worst case scenarios, I won’t be able to focus on anything else. I’m worried about you too, though. What’s wrong? Is it about splitting up?”

The telltale twitch of Goro’s hand was all the answer Akira needed. He stayed silent and gave Goro a moment to find his words, taking in his harrowed expression as Goro’s thumb brushed across the various scars all over Akira’s hand. Goro had always wielded words masterfully on television and even in battle, whether they were honeyed vinegar or vulgar curses, but words conveying his innermost feelings still didn’t come easily. Akira wasn’t good at sharing his burdens purposefully either just yet, but they were trying. 

They were both getting better about trust and honesty, but sometimes Akira worried parts of them would always be trapped in the past, terrified of losing one another, or maybe in some long-lost Palace there was Goro, kneeling on some bloody floor or panicking in a hotel room, or there was Akira, trapped in a diner or tied to a chair in that hellish basement or crawling across frozen earth in a desperate rush because he couldn’t let him die, not here, not again–

“You know you don’t have to do this, right?” Akechi’s voice broke Akira out of the spiral before it could properly start. Suddenly Akechi’s head gently bumped into the side of Akira’s, and his thumb rubbed circles against Akira’s knuckles. Right. It was December, in the present day, almost a full year after three no good, very bad days. They were alive. They were okay. “I’ll admit I’m not fond of splitting up. I���I can’t lose you again.” Okay, so maybe Akira wasn’t the only one spiraling over that possibility. “If you no longer wanted to mingle with Shido’s trash, I would gladly take our little getaway car and drive wherever you wish–”

“Nope, I’m still going,” Akira butted in. He wasn’t offended by Akechi’s offer, but he didn’t want to back down now, and he knew Akechi didn’t either. He could do this. It wasn’t like he had to kill a million people, all he had to do was break into some big wig’s computer with a flash drive and then get the hell out of there. Hopefully no one paid attention to him, once they got over the dress and heels. “I have a dagger and I’m not afraid to use it, and I have my earpiece just in case. You have a sword and multiple guns and an actual sniper rifle. Give the both of us some credit! I killed a god three Christmases ago. A little breaking and entering is what the kids call small potatoes.”

Akechi said nothing, but at the rate he was stressing, he would fracture every bone in Akira’s hand, induce heart murmurs faster than you could say four Five Hour Energy shots, and go bald by age twenty-three. Refusing to let the man who was essentially his husband lose all his hair, Akira indulged in their old favorite vice: deflecting and changing the subject. “Also, this isn’t the getaway car. Stop besmirching the good name of our dearly beloved Jokermobile–”

“It’s not a good name at all, Akira,” said Akechi as he forced himself to relax. He didn’t buy the facade, but Akira wasn’t trying to fool him. They both just needed to calm down before they did anything reckless…even if a heist was also reckless. “Your habit of naming inanimate objects is getting out of hand. This isn’t the Jokermobile, it’s a black 2016 Toyota Highlander, and you only named it that because you wanted to make rear-ending jokes.”

Well, it was a good thing they had only been rear-ended by an actual car once, then. Akira took full responsibility for that one, it was his fault for trying to drive with a broken leg. Pour one out for the fire hydrant, the greatest victim of that hit-and-run besides Akira’s psyche. “And yet you never thought of a better name. Checkmate.”

“You’re insufferable,” Akechi sighed. 

“I think you meant irresistible, honey,” said Akira.

“Oh, pardon me. I meant to say you’re irritating and irresponsible. My mistake.” 

Goro didn’t give Akira time to reply before he unbuckled his seatbelt and inspected his holsters. “Do you have the flashdrive ready to go?” Akira reached into a side pocket of his dress and showed Goro the flash drive, shoving it back inside once Goro nodded. “And your dagger?” He flipped his skirt completely to the side, exposing lacy black underwear on top of the dagger strapped to the thigh lacking a dress slit. Goro forcibly ignored that and interrogated him again like the bastard cop he once pretended to be. “And your earpiece?”

Wow, not even a verbal reaction to his underwear of choice? Bummer. Akira rolled his eyes and gently swept the wig away. Barely visible inside his ear was the earpiece, but it was in place just as planned. Smiling and hoping the red lipstick wouldn’t smudge onto his teeth, he flashed Goro a thumbs up. “Yes, Goro, I’ll hear your illustrious voice loud and clear. What about yours?”

“I put mine on before we left. I came prepared, unlike you.”

“It’s not a competition, Goro.”

“Akira, we turn everything into a competition whether we like it or not.”

God, could Goro stop making good points tonight? He was beating Akira in the argument category of the Rivalry Olympics. Fucker. Conceding for now, Akira pouted as Goro let go of his hand to climb into the back. “Do we have any of those canned coffees left?” he asked while Goro inspected his ammunition.

“I grabbed extra at the 777 earlier, along with some other beverages,” Goro replied, briefly ignoring his mission prep in favor of caffeinating the idiotic love of his life. As Goro reached into their cooler, he continued, “Some are black, some have cream or sugar. How do you want your coffee tonight, my dear Joker?”

“Black like my soul, Crow,” Akira replied, fondly recalling his dear pal Satanael on the anniversary of a god’s death. Goro gave him a long, hard look, then hurled a bottle of milk at Akira’s face. Naturally, Akira caught it with all the proficiency in the universe. Then he hurled it right back at Goro, who snatched it from the air without even looking. Well, if Satanael wasn’t allowed, then Arsene better be. “Fine. Something with French roast, also like my soul.”

[goldyluna]

5, 14, 25, 28 for the Soft Ask Game, please 🌻💖

5. How do you like to take care of yourself?

I like to give myself time. It is sometimes hard to do as sometimes you want something to work out now. Sometimes you have to look at the thing a few minutes, hours or days later to see it in a different light

I do what I like to do. Watch some videos, read or write some fanfics, draw, listen to music, cook. If I don't feel like doing any of those things I let myself be with myself

Being with myself is hard. I like to push my emotions and troubles really deep down and don't touch it. But taking care of ourselves is tightly connected with our emotions, mind and heart. It is important to get to know ourselves. And it is hard, I still have problems with it, but I try to give myself time to know myself

I like to spend time with other people. I am introverted and asocial person. I love doing things by myself, sitting alone in my room and do my things. But I utterly believe that we, as humans, need interactions with other people. It stimulates our brains, makes us feel better when we enjoy ourselves

I go out with my friends, sometimes even when I don't really feel like doing it. I sit with my mom to talk about some not important things or watch a movie with her

I wear clothes I want to wear and I think are cute. I struggle with self love and sometimes it is really hard to look in the mirror. But fashion is important to me. I style myself for me, so I should quit being such a hater. It still is a work in progress

I keep myself clean but also let myself be dirty. Sometimes it is so hard to clean your clothes, brush your teath, wash yourself or your place. But even the smallest step forward is enough to be proud of ourselves

Some of those things are still something I struggle with. I know there will be worse or better days. But we are only people, we will do good things and bad to ouselves. We deserve to take care of ouselves, no matter how. We deserve to feel good, no matter if we don't feel we deserve it. Let's be kind to ourselves <33

14. What's something upcoming that you’re excited for?

Maybe it is silly, but I always liked Christmas. I have really good memories with this holiday. I lost the excitement I had when I was a kid. I no longer wait in anticipation for the day. But it still holds a lot of sentiment to me. With this season there is always so many things. Colorful lights, miniature santas, ornaments, going outs for gift hunting or to just meet ups, the end of year is coming.

I love seeing my mom's happiness when she opens a new ornament bought specially for her. To sit in kitchen and cook things for the supper. To share wishes and jokes. Laugh that our cats are too shy to talk this Christmas too. We fake our surprise opening the gifts that we knew about and are under the tree just for the fun of it

It is just a day and it ends just like a normal day. But somehow it is really special

25. If your soul was a color, what would it be?

I am not really good with auras and picking colors for myself. I love to think my soul would be a combination of purples and yellows. Maybe some indigo and blue? I really like those colors

Yellow is a compassionate color, purlple gives mysterious vibe, indigo and blue are such calm colors. I would be happy with any color for either my soul or aura

I would love to know for real what my aura and soul looks like. Or at least how other people think it looks like. Anyone in the room that can tell me what color I am?? lol

28. What are you proudest of?

I think that I am proud that I am still going forward. That I try to be there for myself and others. That I try to be more social

I am proud of my diploma, even if I sometimes don't feel like it really shows my knowledge

I am proud that I found people that like my art or maybe even me

I am proud of my own development and how I might be a part of development of others

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Open Heart F/AotW - Jan 28 - Feb 3

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BRYCE LAHELA

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ETHAN RAMSEY

Broken Heart ✒️🔹| Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @potionsprefect

Falling in Love ✒️🔹|Ethan Ramsey x F!MC - @liaromancewriter

A Little Mess 📱🔹| Ethan Ramsey, Tobias Carrick x F!MC - @jerzwriter

OPEN HEART MC

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RAFAEL AVEIRO

Moving In (Series) ✒️| Rafael Aveiro x F!MC - @rafasgirl23415 Chapter 14: Waiting for Santa

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[sluttysnails334]

south park character holiday head cannons

hey bitches, it's time for my monthly head canon post on this app, this time holiday edition :)

During finals the only people who actually take it seriously are Kyle, and Wendy. Kyle berates Stan to take them more seriously but he doesn't lol

Stan host a holiday party at the farm every year, and it's actually really fun and one of the parts about living on the farm, he enjoys. The entire group plays dirty santa.

Bebe and Wendy, and Butters run a gift wrapping business.

Mrs. Cartman also with Butters help runs baking/cookie business.

Randy, Steven, Thomas, Mr. Mackey, and PC Principal have a "who can have the best Christmas lights in South Park competition" every year

Stan's gang and Craig's gang have an ugly sweater competition every year. Craig's gang always wins, because Tolkien buys the sweaters for them.

Bebe loves All I Want For Christmas is You, and sings it all the time, she even does light Mariah Carey cosplay's during this time.

Stan favorite Christmas movie is The Polar Express because it makes him nostalgic for his childhood. He cries EVERYTIME.

Butter's is involved in a nativity scene in some way, shape or form.

Tweek loves making up new holiday drinks, and forcing Craig to taste them.

Kenny loves Christmas horror movies

All the kids still go ice skating together, well into high school.

Clyde and Bebe, and Tweek and Craig, and Nichole and Tolkien all do a group date to look at Christmas lights together.

Kyle's family celebrates Boxing Day, because of Ike

Tolkien hosts a New Years eve party, and without fail something dramatic will happen, like a break up or cheating or two people finally getting together. Whatever it is will be talked about for the rest of the spring semester.

Stan gets Kyle eight gifts each night of Hanukkah instead of a Christmas present. He slowly starts to learn how to celebrate the holiday, as he dates Kyle.

Craig is very scrooge/grinch coded during the holidays unless he's with/around Tweek. Tweek is VERY into Christmas, and they had their first kiss under the mistletoe. ( I wrote a fanfic about that btw )

Tweek and Craig give each other their Christmas gifts on Christmas Eve. Craig only get's Tweek and maybe his family gifts, Tweek gets gifts for all his friends but not his family.

The Cartman's have a permanently extended invitation to the McCormick's to spend Christmas with them, and they usually accept. Cartman is an angel the entire time, and him and Kenny NEVER talk about it, after the holidays.

[snow-shelter]

My highschool recently did newsies as their spring play. I was ensemble and went to damn near every rehearsal, leading me to see a lot of cast dynamics! I was also there for every show. Therefore, I am taking my friends' iterations of the newsies, as well is their in AND out of character dynamics- and making it an AU. Possibly a fanfic?? Shrugs

CHARACTERS & CHANGES

☆ so a good 40% of the cast were girls, which means I am keeping them girlsies for this! Most notable being Specs, Ike, Elmer, JoJo, Darcy and Bill!

☆ given how the cast portrayed these characters, I'm also adding those dynamics into this au! Again, most notably the pure hatred between Katherine & Race. (theater drama with the actors 😔)

☆ also taking into account... Cast appearance & voices. Our Jack, Crutchie and Race were all fucking beanstalks- Davey & Albert as well, just not to their level ykyk. Katherine is dirty blond with highlights- Davey is dusty blond and WIESEL IS GINGER? ;?!?!

☆ there was exactly TWENTY bowery beauties, and they were very interactive with the newsies! Specifically Les and Albert

☆ during scene in Jacobi's, Finch is. Always. Sitting in someone's lap. He doesn't sit on the table or on the benches, he sits on someone's lap. Also, when race offered to "tell wiesel himself" about the strike, Albert picks him up and spins him around and away from wiesel. (accidentally kicking mike in the head during one show)

☆ Ike & Mike are twins, Elmer being their older sister and looking a lot like Mike (actors were irl siblings)

☆ Snyder's actor was actually a sophomore. Family business refuge. Snyder being barely older than the newsies. Yeah.

☆ our jack was a lot more emotionally constipated. He was crying during Santa Fe on the last show and still managed to belt that last note??? Lord. (/pos) he's also very awkward when it comes to his jokes, often falling flat and nervously looking around for a response. He was a mess who I love very dearly

☆ Davey is just tired. He's tired of everyone's bullshit. Very sassy always... Nobody knows what his deal is but yk!! And Katherine is also a lot meaner, more firey. Less professional at some parts, even getting physical with the newsies before KONY

If anyone wants to know more about this pleeeaaaase lmk I'm suc

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, December 31st

DARLA: Come on, Dru. Let's have a bath so the boys can weep in private. DRUSILLA: Will you hold me under the water? DARLA: If you wish.

~~The Girl in Question~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Back to December by anonymous Buffyverse Secret Santa participant (Faith & Willow, T)

Girls' Night In by anonymous Buffyverse Secret Santa participant (Cordelia & Fred, T)

Mixed Signals by Coraniaid (Buffy/Faith, M)

in petalous pieces by CallMeVampy (Giles/Jenny, G)

What Fresh Hell Was This? by RachaelJurassic (Giles/Jenny, G)

Lost It All by Jess_Ann_Perreault (Giles/Jenny, G)

Instead, We’re Over Here by Hecate (Faith, T)

Weaker Souls Will Not Escape by Hecate (Faith & Willow, T)

(Money in My Pockets) All I Really Need for a Cheap Romance by Hecate (Teen Wolf crossover, Faith/Kate Argent, T)

Charades by EllieRose101 (Buffy/Spike, T)

Home Is Nowhere, Therefore You by OffYourBird (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

I never wished for nothing by Petra (Doctrine of Labyrinths crossover, Anya, G)

kissing the old year out (kissing the new year in) by aliceinwonderbra (Buffy/Faith, T)

Oh Pacey, you blind idiot by julikobold (Buffy/Spike, not rated)

Happily married by specialagentlokitty (Giles x reader, not rated - worksafe)

Sneaking Around by acekoomboom (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

A friendly beginning by Ronatheslayee (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Tracks in the Snow by ashcrashed (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Yesterday's Chances by violettathepiratequeen (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Secret Slayers by bewildered (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Firelight by bookishy (Buffy/Spike, PG)

The Forbidden Bone by bewildered (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Silent Fight by DarkVoid116 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Silent-ish Night by Behind Blue Eyes (Buffy/Spike, R)

If Not Now, Then When? by SzmattyCat (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Playing Second Fiddle by Wojtekstan (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

You Can Count On Me by BewitchedXx (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

In Too Deep by scratchmeout (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Practice Makes Perfect by MaggieLaFey (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

[Chaptered Fiction]

what she wants - Chapter 1 by The_Eclectic_Bookworm (Giles/Jenny, T)

Dirty Memories, Ch. 1-7 (COMPLETE!) by MaggieLaFey (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

First Date, Ch. 1-4 (COMPLETE!) by Acb6293 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

That Gingerbread Feeling, Ch. 1 by VioletMoon (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Pack My Box with Five Dozen Liquor Jugs, Ch. 1 by honeygirl51885 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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The Wish vidlet by baltears (Wishverse Buffy, ensemble)

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Buffy sketch by doctormage (Buffy Summers, worksafe)

Buffy/Spike drawing 1 (for cawthraven) by isevery0nehereverystoned (worksafe)

Buffy/Spike drawing 2 (#spuffy feelings i can't get rid of) by isevery0nehereverystoned (worksafe)

Gifset: Try to push reality out of your mind... by mycatismyfriend (Wesley, worksafe)

Gifset: "She was kinda like Cordelia, actually." by whatisyourchildhoodtrauma (inspired by JohnnyTightlips27) (Cordelia, Glory, worksafe)

Sketches: more spike faces by genericaces (worksafe)

Good Omens crossover comic by gleafer (Buffy, worksafe)

You Can Count On Me - The Artwork by BewitchedXx (Buffy/Spike, G)

Artwork: Cookies For Spike by bewildered (Buffy/Spike, G)

Tattoo design based on Angel's Book of Kells tattoo by TheFanged4 ()

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Wolfy, I swear you always have the craziest ideas and that's why I love you so much!

Okay, okay, here are my five fics that I am happy to broadcast on here with a link to my fic profiles below.

5. Bad Idea. Fandom: Young Justice. Summary: Why it's a bad idea to bully Dick Grayson. A deconstruction of Young Justice fanfic cliches.

This is technically my most popular work, but it isn't my best and the writing shows. It was unplanned to be a full fledged series of one shots, but the first chapter exploded with reviews asking for more and I decided what the heck. I wish I could have done a few things differently, but I know better now.

4. Lucky Cat Cafe Maid Event. Fandom: Big Hero 6. Summary: The Lucky Cat Cafe is hosting a male maid event and is a server short. Fred volunteers and gets a chance to be close with his crush, Tadashi. But now they need a way to bring business in. Maybe a little fanservice is in order...

My first Fredashi fic. I had fun, I wrote it mainly for @princesstadashi cause we talked about the pairing a lot. I loved writing about the two making out in front of customers in maid outfits in case you didn't tell already lol.

3. Back to December. Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Summary: Set after "Orpheus" of Angel and before "Dirty Girls" in Buffy.

The car was silent.

Two hours stuck in a car with Faith was not Willow's idea of a good time. Too much history and too much hurt and too many topics to avoid.

But maybe it was exactly what they needed to clear the air and turn a temporary truce into something more like friendship.

(OR)

After restoring Angel's soul (again), Willow and Faith have a rare heart-to-heart on the way back to Sunnydale.

This was a secret Santa gift I did recently on a discord server and I'm proud that I wrote a cute canon compliant piece and got the dialogue down.

2. Old Relics and Movies. Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Summary: Post-Halloween, Season Two. Buffy is exhausted and stressed after the spell is broken. Luckily, Giles is there with support and an unusual movie.

I managed to get this written shortly after I finished the kinktober writing, but man, was I tired. I headcanon Giles as being a fan of Rocky Horror Picture Show as his actor, Anthony Stewart Head was Dr. Frank n Furter in a production a few times. The dialogue was much snappier, closer to the show, and I enjoyed writing the fluff between Buffy and Giles.

1. Bring Your Hero Son to Work Day. Fandom: OK KO Let's Be Heroes. Summary: K.O. learns that Professor Venomous is his father. Now, they both have 6-11 years of father-son time to catch up on. But is it really worth giving the villain a second chance?

My current project and sleeper hit that people have repeatedly commented on how good the characters sound. I'm also proud of the humor/drama balance for the most part.

@princesstadashi @isalisewrites @hybristophilica @sunflowerspectre @bizarrejoe what are your top five self fic recs?