#merry X-mas

[dampfloks]

Ich wünsche Euch friedliche und erholsame Festtage.

I wish you peaceful and relaxing holidays.

[bumpkin-bug]

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL MY MOOTS AND FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!! (share some things you did or got for christmas this year in the comments!) 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎁🎁🎁🎇🎇🎄🎄❄❄❄⛄❄❄🎄🎄🎄🎇🎇🎄🎄

[zaifonart]

Merry Jingglies everyone! (2021)

[italiancarssince1946]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2023

[englishcarssince1946]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2023

[frenchcarssince1946]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2023

[babacontainsmultitudes]

“SAD” by Lemon Demon is the Nick Close song ever and this is also my way of telling you that I hc him as having seasonal affective disorder okay byyyyyye!

[znarudart]

"A gift!? For little old 035!? Why thank you :D"

-035

[japanesecarssince1947]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2023

[germancarssince1946]

MERRY CHRISTMAS 2023

[yesdimablog]

Jaar in ... jaar uit ...

Het heersende ideaal in de Westerse wereld om in vrijheid en vrede samen te kunnen leven en tevens jouw leven naar eigen inzichten vorm te kunnen geven lijkt dit afgelopen jaar wel weer erg veel scheuren, barsten en breuken opgelopen te hebben. Toch gloort er altijd wel ergens hoop! Zie Polen; daar lijken ze weer te snappen hoe vrijheid, recht, rechtvaardigheid en de rechtstaat samenhangen.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

ROLLINS TAKING ONE FOR THE TEAM IN THE SANTA SUIT -- HO! HO! HO!, BASTARDS.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a classic snap of vocalist Henry Rollins shamelessly decked out in a Santa Claus suit for an unnamed holiday season BLACK FLAG gig, c. December 1981 (I think).

Source: www.picuki.com/media/3264754875084501615.

[imjustheretoseetheprivateblogs]

I’m going to do a Christmas Art Dump on the 24th & 25th. Some of it will be lemony. Blacklist all tags involving that sort of stuff, including “It’s Lemon Scented”

[ladamedusoif]

Sweets (Frankie Morales x F!Reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 8

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

FYI: I'm having so much trouble with taglists at the moment that I'm not going to use them for now - if you want to keep updated, follow @ladameecrit and turn on notifications.

Happy Festive Frankie Friday! 🎄

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; smut, oral sex (m receiving), established relationship, reference to P in V sex

Word Count: 824 words

Summary: Frankie’s smutty imagination means you’ll never look at a candy cane ever again without giggling.

Is there anywhere better to be on a cold winter night in mid-December than curled up on the couch with Frankie, watching a cheesy old Christmas TV special? He’s snacking on buttered popcorn and drinking a beer, while you suck thoughtfully on your favourite holiday sweet: a classic, red and white striped, peppermint candy cane.

Frankie shifts in his seat and exhales, long and slow. “Jesus, fuck.”

You stop sucking and look at him, a little startled at the outburst.

His coffee-dark brown eyes are looking at you with softness and need, his breath hitching a little as his broad chest rises and falls under the warm, brushed cotton plaid shirt he’s wearing.

He swallows hard as his eyes wander to your mouth.

“Baby? What’s up?”

Frankie flushes pink. “It’s…fuck. It’s the way you’re sucking that candy. It’s…fuck, my mind is in the fuckin’ gutter.”

He chuckles, but you can still see the tension written all over his face and throughout his body. And then it dawns on you.

“Francisco Morales. An innocent little candy cane, and that’s what you start thinking of?”

Your eyes fall to his crotch, and you realise just how hard Frankie’s been thinking about…that.

A cheeky smile spreads across his beautiful, boyish face. “It’s not my fault, baby. It’s that mouth of yours, all pretty and perfect and…”

He leans in and kisses you, groaning with pleasure and need.

You put the candy cane down on a coaster and face him properly, cupping his face in your hands and caressing his patchy whiskers with your thumbs.

“What do you want, Frankie? Tell me. Tell me what you need.”

His eyes widen as he looks at your mouth, then meet your gaze. “Need your mouth on me, baby. Please.”

You push back the coffee table to give yourself a little more room and sink to your knees in front of him, parting his legs so that you can move between them.

Frankie’s breathing grows more rapid as you unbutton the waistband of his jeans and tug down the zipper, exposing his cock straining against the light fabric of his boxer briefs. With a smile, you lift up the hem of his shirt just enough to plant a series of kisses down his soft middle, from his belly button down the fine trail of dark hair, until you reach the band of his underwear.

“Fuck, please. Please, baby.”

“I love you, Francisco. I’ll give you whatever you want.”

With a careful tug of his boxers, his cock springs free: already hard and leaking with pre-come in anticipation. You hum happily to yourself as you wrap your fingers around his length, stroking the velvety skin a couple of times as you lick your lips.

“Beautiful boy.”

He moans raggedly as you slip him into your mouth, gently building up a rhythm and keeping your palm wrapped around the base.

“Oh, fuck, baby!” Frankie’s hips buck upwards as you take him further into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock.

You stop for a moment to check in. “You okay, love?”

He’s panting hard, now, head rolling back. “Fuckin’ amazing, baby. Just…fuck…tingly, or something.”

“Oh god, Frankie.” You can’t help but giggle. “It’s the peppermint. I’m sorry.”

He huffs a laugh and shakes his head. “Keep going, baby,” he murmurs. “Feels so good.”

You grin and lick a long, slow stripe up the side of his gorgeous dick before starting to suck again, carefully taking more and more of him before glancing up to meet his gaze again.

It’s always a pleasure to take care of him like this, to make your love feel so good, just the way he likes: to watch just how wrecked this big, strong man becomes under the touch of your hand and the gentle, rhythmic motions of your mouth.

Vulnerability is never too far from Frankie’s gorgeous face, but he never looks more vulnerable - nor more gorgeous - than in moments like this. Him, buried inside you and sweat leaving a sheen on his brow, kissing you deeply as he’s about to come. You, between his thighs, moaning with delight as you feel his broad hand reach out to hold your head in place as you bring him closer and closer to his release.

He pants harder and harder, babbling about how much he loves you, loves your pretty mouth, loves it wrapped around him. Frankie comes with a cry, reaching for your free hand to hold it as he spills into your throat.

He opens his eyes, hazy with pleasure, and caresses your cheek. With a languid tilt of his head, he beckons you back up to his side.

“C’mere, sweet thing. Your turn, now.”

[yesdimablog]

Alweer een jaar ten einde

Alweer een jaar ten einde

Waar blijft toch de tijd ….?