#merry x-mas!

[l0v3sickl0s3r]

mistletoe is wonderful isn’t it

wait is it christmas?

[manicr]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Marvel (Comics), Daredevil (Comics) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Crossbones/Bullseye, Lester | Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter/Brock Rumlow, past Daken/Bullseye Characters: Brock Rumlow, Lester | Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter, Bullseye, Crossbones Additional Tags: Mental Health Issues, Canon-Typical Violence, Hurt/Comfort, Power Dynamics, Blood and Gore, Toxic Relationship, Suicidal Thoughts, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, S&M, Domestic Supervillains, Rough Sex Summary:

The war for Hell’s Kitchen went sideways and then Venom-dragons attacked.

Bullseye never did get out of New York. Crossbones picks up the pieces. Domestic Supervillains and mental illness.

CHRISTMAS WITH BROCK AND LESTER

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!

[teddyniffler]

Simply having a Weasley Christmas time

[somepotatoes]

Woke up feeling very insecure and not enough

[freshmoodxd]

Sharks: yo, Dark person, heres a real early x-mas gift

Sharks: DARK FANS! NOW

@darkmuffinstudios <- the cat lookin thing with grippers

[httpscameron]

christmas with logan.

he insists that you have to have a real tree, it would be barbaric not to. logan took you to a christmas tree farm and everything, which led to you looking at every single christmas tree before deciding on the tree you saw first. (logan does end up regretting that bit.) he cuts it down like a ‘real man’; he reminds you saying its manly to cut down your own tree instead of getting one of the workers, but you wont deny seeing him with an axe was pretty hot.

you had knitted two stockings for the fireplace, your initals engraved into them both. your stocking a classic red while logans was a dark blue because he just had to be different.

logan who doesnt help you decorate the christmas tree, he finds great pleasure in watching you put the baubles on the tree. however he does help you put the lights on because you cant reach.

baking gingerbread and making a small gingerbread house, leaving it on the side. logan finding it ridiculous doing all that baking to not even eat it.

logan whos an actual scrooge when it comes to christmas finding some of the traditions you had formed pointless and a waste of time and money.

however logan spends hours making sure you get the perfect gifts to wake up to. he makes a proper little pile of gifts under the tree. (he had been hiding them in the shed) he puts them out on christmas eve when you had gone to sleep because he cant wrap presents for shit.

logan who wakes up on christmas morning watching your pure smile of happiness shine the entire morning as you look at all the gifts he had got you. you felt a bit stupid with the three presents you had got him - he insisted he didnt need anything. he was smiling himself the entire day because of how infectious your smile is.

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[klien2000]

Giddy-ah giddy-ah hawk tuah hawk,,, jingle my ballz or smthn sbi ng jeep

[the-alien-incident]

Bow down... bow down... before the power of Santa!

Glamour shots under the cut:

[dampfloks]

[enchantedchocolatebars]

She thinks he looks cute in a fake Santa beard and hopes that he grows a real one someday so that he can look extra handsome. ❤️ 🤍 💕 ✨️

Preteen Philip (1600's) and Preteen Camila (1980's).

They're both 12 years old.

Christmas gift for @talisman975 ! ❤️ 🎁

Thanking @cupidoartslove for the festive and flushy commission art !

I know that Puritans don't celebrate Christmas, but Preteen Camila has the ability to convince them to consider giving the holiday a try (especially the cute brunette ones who are totally crushing on her, lol).

She told Philip that celebrating Christmas meant that he would get to spend more time with her and her family, and he was instantly interested in the idea of doing so (particularly the part about spending more time with Camila, which persuaded him the most, lol).

[cloudvisualspew07x]

[piowasthere]

*fades into the walls of your home* m€řrÿ ċhřißtmæş *fades out of the walls of your home*

happry xhritmoas /stroke

[magictacofairy]

The Ghost Hunter Team wishes you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

+Bonus

[clockwork-stars]

The fact that the Santa lady thought that Buck and Eddie were a couple when they took Christopher, Eddie's son, to see Santa and Buck, that idiot just said "thank you" before walking away?

No one is doing it like them I'm afraid and if one of them doesn't have a revelation soon I'm afraid that I'm gonna lose it and open the devil (AO3)

(there are 8 seasons and this is just season 2)

[fresherfriut]

[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.”