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andguesswhat · 1 year

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Diary of a mall Santa Claus

I don't know what this is... This is somehow AU, this is "young" Charmie, this is really quite unspectacular....and maybe even half-baked....and sometimes really short...

BUT this is an advent calendar!!!

A Timmy and Armie advent calendar!!!

Another one!!!

And it's Christmas time!!!

So I hope some of you have fun after all!!! 😅

(As always, not beta read. Tell me if you're bored this holiday season and like to help me out, lol. Or are there any miracles?)

Introduction Day

It was actually very clear from the beginning that he wanted to get into this cute guy's pants. ASAP.

But let's start from the beginning.

"You're the elf?"

The curly-haired guy standing next to him, absorbed in his phone, looks up at him, nods politely, and gives him an uncertain, "Yeah...?"

"Hi, I'm Santa Claus," Armie replies, of course in his confident and all sexy vibrating voice.

"Hi," the guy replies, "I'm Timmy ... I mean, the elf ... uh, Tim, Timothée ... whatever." He makes a slightly overwhelmed face but smiles anyway.

Armie smiles back.

Because this out of this world myriad of emotions on the guy's face in the last few seconds .... You have to smile at that.

"Nice to meet you, TimmyTimTimothée, the elf," Armie extends his hand to the guy. "It's okay if you just call me Santa Armie. Well, let's say Santa Armie the Fifth."

"Okay," the guy is giving him a cute smile and shakes Armie's hand. "Nice to meet you too, Santa Armie. The Fifth."

Armie is downright relieved. If he's going to have to do this fucking job every fucking day until fucking Christmas, at least he has a likeable partner by his side. And as it seems a pretty one as well.

The saleswoman approaches them, shows them the way to the dressing room and gives them their costumes. "Meet me at the rondell in 10 minutes," she says, leaving them alone with their costumes.

They begin to change. Big, foam-filled, comfortable pants for him, tights for the guy. No, he's certainly not jealous of him.

But the way the guy stands there then, no longer in his oversized hoodie and jeans hanging down to the back of his knees, but in this tight costume with those pointy ears and everything, and that kinda pure look on his face.... Armie has to acknowledge that `pretty´ is the understatement of the year.

This guy… elf was fucking beautiful.

Not exactly his type, a bit too young, but definitely nice to look at. And hopefully good for some fun. Armie can already feel his bells ringing.

"How do I look?" asks Armie, wanting the guy, Timmy to look at him the way he looks at him.

"Like Santa Claus?" replies Timmy. Not quite the answer Armie was hoping for, but what can he say, you can't see anything of him anyway, with the beard and all.

"No shit! But the scary one or the not scary one?" he asks.

Timmy ponders. "Probably depends on the tone of your voice and what you say."

Armie accepts the invitation and raises his eyebrow, really high, makes big crazy eyes and gives his creepiest performance. "Sooo, my little sweet boy, have you always been good, like really good?"

The guy laughs. "Yeah, that'll probably get you a lot of crying kids."

"Good, I love crying kids."

Luckily, Timmy is still laughing, but Armie decides not to push it for once; after all, he doesn't want to scare him away right away. So he continues in a slightly more normal tone. "What about elves? Can elves be scary too?"

The guy ponders. "I don't know. Well, maybe not scary.... but creepy!" and then it's his turn to contort his face, his hands forming claws, but because he's laughing, he just looks cute. Very cute.

But then he adds in a dry voice, "Elves like to rip dolls' heads off and then eat them."

Okayyy! Where did that come from? Armie laughs appreciatively.

"Love it. As long as you don't rip the kids' heads off.... If you do, I bet they make us clean up all the blood off the floor."

The guy grins.

They go to the assistant for instructions on what to say, what not to say, and so on and so forth.

The hours go by quickly. The kids are sometimes cute, the parents sometimes terrible, sometimes the other way around or both terrible or both cute.

Timmy stands or squats two/three feet in front of him, so Armie can watch him almost undisturbed out of the corner of his eye.

He likes not only his lean figure, his nice little butt, but Timmy as a whole. He's one hell of a cute, sexy elf.

And the way Timmy looks over at him from time to time, either to laugh or to roll his eyes when the customers are among the more annoying.... He himself is no longer so annoyed that he had to take this horrible job to keep his head above water.

If his instincts don't deceive him, this could be a fun few weeks.

(to everybody who is late to this one, please take the hashtag "charmie advent calendar", see below, or go to the archive, thanks!)

#Charmie #fanfic advent calendar #charmie advent calendar #day 1 #Armie Hammer #timothée chalamet #timmy x armie #armie x timmy

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dreaminonao3 · 5 months

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Fanfic Advent Calendar 2023

open the door for December 3rd

#fanfic advent calendar #molly appreciation week #mcu #bbc sherlock #tony stark #molly hooper #tony x molly

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utapri-sl-fic · 1 year

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UtaPri Shining Live Advent Calendar 2022: A Prompt Meme

Hello, and welcome to the Shining Live Advent Calendar!

This is a project to celebrate the wonderful game Uta no Prince-Sama: Shining Live, the English version of which will be closing down this December. I've been an avid Shining Live player since I discovered the game in late 2018, and I'm heartbroken to see it go. While I'm hoping to see an #UtaPriMerge of the EN/Global data into the (ongoing) Japanese version of the app, it's still a shame that the most English-friendly version of the game will be ending for everyone.

And so I'm setting up a challenge to commemorate it, and to cheer on the merge advocates and archivers who are trying their best to keep the love for Shining Live alive!

Details

Prompts for the challenge are open now! You don't have to pledge to write a story to leave a prompt: share the love by leaving a prompt with your favorite card or story, and inspire some

Writers can post their fics anytime between December 1st and 25th (with generous time for late work). If you have an idea in mind, write a prompt and then fill it yourself!

This blog will be sharing links to all fics in the challenge, (hopefully) at least one per day, December 1-25.

If you don't have an AO3 account, you can still participate! There are two main ways to do so. Firstly, you can make an account by requesting an invite link from me or the AO3 website. Secondly, if you'd rather stick to Tumblr, though, you can submit prompts and/or fills to me here! Prompts will be added by hand by me, and fills will be posted and/or reblogged here and a link to them will be included in the AO3 collection.

#utaprimerge #uta no prince-sama shining live #utapri sl en #utapri fanfiction #prompt meme challenge announcement #fanfic advent calendar #please share to spread the word!

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hanniluvi · 5 months

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( 🥞 ) WARMTH FOR TWO — NICHOLAS DRABBLE

[ DAY TEN ] of the advent calendar !

( 🥞 ) RELEASING . you’re cold, but he’s warm. so, what’s the solution for that on a cold, chilly morning?

( ෆ ) PAIRING . bf!nicholas x gn!reader

( 🥞 ) GENRE . fluff, established relationship

( ෆ ) WARNINGS . skinship, that’s all i believe ~~ WC 400+ !

( 🥞 ) ENDING . this was made for my bae @flwoie since we both r going insane over nicho rn !! i love him sm

The ringing of your alarm jolted you awake, the familiar sound startling you. You struggled to keep your eyes open, wrapped in a huge blanket. Rolling to the left side of the bed, you realized that Nicholas wasn’t in the room, only meaning he could be in the bathroom or making breakfast. But, the smell of the pancakes already answered your question, prompting you to get up from laying down.

Once you shrugged off the blanket, a chill immediately pricked your skin, making you try to rub your hands along your arms. It just had to be this cold today, but that’s always December for you. Swiftly making your way to the kitchen, you caught sight of the back of your boyfriend, cooking something up on the stove. If you were going to be completely honest, he looks super fine right now–when was he never hot?

"Hey," you greeted, sidling up next to him, trying to sneak a quick bite. "Morning," Nicholas responded, his tone suggesting a smile. He promptly fed you a piece, chuckling once you signaled your approval.

"How was your sleep?" Nicholas grabbed the eggs from the counter, cracking them onto the pan. You yawned, stretching your arms. "Pretty good. And you?"

“Not too bad."

Shifting the conversation, you said, "It's pretty cold—how are you in a short-sleeved shirt right now?" Nicholas glanced at his shirt, then back to yours. You were in a long-sleeved pajama set, still seemingly shivering from the cold.

"I've gotten used to it?" Nicholas chuckled softly, still stealing glances at you while you focused on preparing the two cups of coffee. "Are you cold?"

“Very,” The cold air continued to hit you despite the long layer over your arms. You continued to rub your hands, grabbing his attention. Sensing your discomfort, Nicholas, without a word, tenderly took your cold hands in his, the icy touch meeting his warm skin. He drew you closer, making you stand behind him. Surprising you with the sudden heat, a small smile graced his lips as he enveloped your arms around his waist.

Allowing his shirt to cover your hands, he used his free hand to rub yours, hoping it would just be enough for you. Your breath hitched at the unexpected but comforting warmth that radiated from Nicholas. Gradually, you relaxed under his touch, resting the side of your face against his back, staying put.

"You're such a flirt," you teased, hearing his laughter. "What? You're cold, and I'm warm – it's just warmth for two."

💭 — should i start writing for &team 🤔🤔🤔

ADVENT CALENDAR MLIST — @en-dream @i-yeseo @yizhoutv @yuma-is-mine @wtfhyuck

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lokischocolatefountain · 5 months

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Setting Boundaries

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: PG13 (form mentions of adult topics)

Summary: Javi realizes he can’t have his cake and eat it too.

A/N: I started writing husband!Javi as a married man, but I often wonder what it was like in the beginning when he and his now wife didn’t intent to have anything serious… So here’s a little drabble from that

“What are you doing here Javier?” She asked him, head leaned back on her headboard as she came down from her last orgasm.

“Huh?” He asked, confused. She had called him over… Did he interpret it wrong? And if he did, why would she let him know after they’d fucked?

“I want to know what you want. From me.”

“Think I showed you what I want from you, baby,” he teased before leaning in to kiss her. She turned her head, his lips pressing on her cheek instead. She was in no mood for lighthearted banter.

“What do you mean?”

“You never stay the night, which tells me that this is just sex. And then you cook me fancy Mexican food for dinner in my kitchen and then I think there’s something more. You haven’t introduced me to any of your friends and I’m back to thinking there’s nothing more between us. But then you drive me to the fucking market and back and tell you you don’t want me carrying all that stuff by myself. But then you won’t be seen in public with me. Or meet my friends. But then you kiss me on the forehead and remember my coffee order and send me gifts because I got tenure—” she stopped to let out a sigh. “It’s not— it’s giving me whiplash, Javi.”

He tucked his gun and badge back in his jeans but stood in place instead of leaving. She was right. He was giving her mixed messages, pushing her away and pulling her back in. Romancing her in the privacy of her apartment but leaving once he was done exacting his name out of her lips.

But she didn’t say she wanted anything serious. And he had made it clear that with the way his job was, there was no space for anything more. But he had been doing a lot more.

“Carla wants to set me up with her cousin and I don’t even know what to tell her.”

“Do you like Carla’s cousin?” He spat, suddenly incensed.

He was not a possessive man. He slept with prostitutes who had multiple men a day. He never felt jealous. He was alright with his partners having other partners as long as he didn’t catch something. Or worse, make something. But the thought of her sitting across fucking Carla’s fucking cousin at some restaurant made him want to punch a hole in the wall.

“That’s not the point!” She exclaimed, looking away from him as she got dressed. “I don’t even know what his name is. It’s just— I’m in limbo and I have no clue what I’m doing with you. We fuck on schedule but you don’t just…leave. You ask me about my job and make jokes and get me dinner before leaving. You are— It’s fucking with my head, Javier. I need boundaries. Either we just have sex and you stop all the other things— carrying my groceries, sending me gifts, cooking for me, that stuff—or you let me take you out on a date.”

“What do you want from me?” He asked, hoping she would say she just wanted sex. That she didn’t find him worthy of anything except a good fuck to drain the stress of her workday. Because then it wouldn’t be his choice. Then he could tell himself that she was the one who pushed him away, that he never had a chance with her. That date nights and cuddling on the couch were not for men like Javier Peña who’d long stowed their hearts away to stomach what they did on a daily basis.

“I like having sex with you.”

“But?” He asked, knowing there was a but. There always was.

“And,” she emphasized, as though hearing his inner thoughts and needing to argue with it. “I like when you take me to the market. I like you. I just want to know if you like me too or if getting dinner with Carla’s cousin would be cheating.”

He’d never met Carla or her cousin before but if he did, he would run them over with his jeep.

She didn’t ask him to answer immediately. Of course she didn’t. She always had to be reasonable and rational and kind to him. She wasn’t asking anything of him, didn’t demand that they date. She just wanted to know where they stood. Fair enough.

“It wouldn’t be cheating.”

The words left a bitter taste in his mouth. She could have dinner with whoever she liked. Carla’s cousins, Tíos, dad. Some fucked up trio with Carla and her husband. It wasn’t his concern. She’d be better off with any of those men.

In retrospect, he should’ve know how mad it would’ve driven him.

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misspoetree · 5 months

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❄❄ kp + text post advent calendar ❄❄

#kp + text post advent calendar #ngl Arm is me reading spicy fanfic #kinnporsche the series #kinnporsche + text post #kinnporsche arm #text post meme #because the kinnporsche brain rot is still real #ondreamytracks #in the queue you go

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cupids-scream-queen · 5 months

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Tiffany Valentine x f!reader

Prompt: Spanking.

Summary: You, after a long day of work, interrupt your girlfriend's bathtime. Unfortunately for you, she was having None Of It, and the ensuing punishment can be described as...surprisingly erotic.

Warnings: Spanking, Mistress, sub!reader, dom!Tiffany.

A/N: The beginning is a touch longer than usual, but I promise it's worth it for the smut.

Tiffany Valentine was a lot of things. To many, she was terrifyingly sexy, something that shouldn't be talked about or touched. To others, she was a deadly and sadistic woman, who took pleasure in murder. To you, she was home.

Your job was difficult, and it stressed you out. She knew this, and always seemed to have a way to make you forget about everything you didn't like to think about, and tonight you were certain it would be no different.

You drove home, your mind wondering what activities you'd get up to with your girlfriend tonight, your pussy already slightly wet from the thoughts. You were anxious, that was for sure, since every night was something slightly different--Tiffany wasn't one to be locked in a routine of sex.

Your apartment wasn't big, but it was comfortable enough. Your girlfriend was in the bath, you could smell the delicious vanilla bubble bath she used wafting throughout the apartment and her humming as she washed her body.

You smiled to yourself as you took off your boots, relishing the feeling of not having proper footwear on. Tiffany was humming a song you couldn't quite place, and you weren't particularly concerned with the song, you wanted to get in the bath as well.

Smiling to yourself, you devised a cunning plan. To seduce your girlfriend, get clean, and possibly have a romantic night of passionate sex all in one go. You thought to yourself, wondering if it was a good idea. It'll be fine, Tiff's almost always in the mood.

You undressed yourself, slipping off your grubby work clothes and revealing a set of matching black panties and lace bra. You let your hair down, and it framed your face perfectly. A sigh escaped your lips, and you looked at yourself in the mirror, wondering if Tiffany would appreciate the show you were about to give her. Of course she would--it was your body, and everything about you drove her mad with lust--but you couldn't shake the worry.

You walked to the bathroom door, twisting the doorknob and entering. Tiffany was in the bath, the bubbles just barely hiding the her nipples. She looked up at you, her eyes dark with what you assumed to be desire.

"Home early, hon?" She asked, sipping a glass of red wine. She looked at you, scanning your body. Shamelessly licking her lips as she decided what she wanted to do with you. "And look at you—so wonderfully dressed for me."

"Don't speak, honey. You're gonna be in a bit of trouble for interrupting my bath, alright? You can help me wash, though," Tiffany took another sip of her wine, glancing over at you.

"Of course," You slipped out, and Tiffany clicked her tongue in annoyance at the disobedience.

"A-ah, bunny. You know when I ask you not to talk, you don't. I'm afraid you're going to have to get punished for that. Now, why don't you help me?" She set the wine glass on the floor, gingerly. Peering up at you, she shifted herself, inviting you in the tub with her. You obliged, stripping your bra and panties off, leaving them on the floor.

"Wonderful. Now, get in. I'd like you to suck on my tits," Tiff instructed, and you listened, like the good little whore you were. You got into the bathtub with her, the warm water cascading over your body like a comfortable blanket. You looked at your girlfriend in the eyes, slowly lowering your tongue to lick the bud.

Tiffany took a sharp breath in, and you could taste the soap on your tongue. Yet, you continued to do as you were told, because you knew if you did good on this task, she'd go easy on your punishment. You took the bud in your mouth fully, circling your tongue around it, biting softly. Tiffany arched her back, her hands finding the back of your head, her fingernails digging wonderfully into your skin.

"Keep going, whore," She instructed, and you nodded your head, letting go of one nipple with a loud pop noise. She arched her back, her nails digging harder into your neck. "Good, good little whore, now c'mon, I know you can do better."

"Yes, Mistress," You begin to kneed one breast with your hand while you worked the nipple with your teeth and tongue--leaving a trail of hickeys all around her chest. She was moaning softly, which encouraged you to keep going. You tasted her skin and the soap, which wasn't as awful as you thought it'd be.

"Ah, ah. I think you're done with that, baby," She tilded your head up to meet her eyes. "I want you to get out and wash my hair." You did as you were told, standing up. The cold air hit your naked body, covering you in goosebumps as you silently begged her to allow you the luxury of a robe. No such luck, though.

Taking her rosemary shampoo, you carefully dipped Tiffany's head under the water, being careful not to get any on her face. You began to massage her scalp, careful as to not tangle the blonde strands that trickled through your fingers.

Your hands worked slowly, making sure to not miss a single spot. Once you were done, you took a cup that was kept near the tub and started rinsing the shampoo out of Tiffany's hair, again making sure to not get any water on her face. You mentally shuddered, your thoughts wondering back to the last time that had happened.

"Now that I'm clean, I want you to wait on the bed for me like a good little whore, darling. I want your ass to be the first thing I see when I walk out of the door," Tiffany looked at you expectantly, and you quickly went out of the bathroom, making your way to the bedroom.

You laid on your stomach, your ass flat against the air as your Mistress instructed. You head was spinning, and you heard the door open as her feet barely made a sound against the floor.

Suddenly, without warning, you felt the harsh leather paddle glide across your ass, slapping you. You immediately jumped up, but quickly settled down once you saw the gaze in your Mistress's eyes. She was in no mood for your playing.

You yelped again as she hit you for a second time, seemingly tearing your skin apart. Your ass was on fire, the tender flesh red and hot with every hit.

"I want you to count them, okay? You'll be getting twelve lashes tonight."

"Yes, Mistress," You flinched as she smacked you again. "One." Again. "Two."

"You're doing so well," She stroked your ass, before planting another smack.

"Three."

"Keep going, I want to hear you clearly."

"Four," Your eyes were watering, tears forming from the punishment. You knew the reward at the end of it would be worth it, but you weren't sure how much more you could take. Twelve was more than usual; in fact, you couldn't recall last time she went into double digits. Tiffany was pushing you towards the edge--but you knew if you said the word, she'd stop.

"Five. S-Six. Seven," The smacks were getting closer together, the length of rest between each one decreasing as Tiffany got closer and closer to twelve. Gently, she cooed, praising you for taking your spanking so well. "Eight."

"You're doing so well for me, honey. C'mon, just a few more. You can do it," Tiffany's voice was soft, and you whimpered in response, tears streaming down your face.

"Nine," Your voice cracked out. "Ten. Eleven."

"Good, good. You've got one more, alright?"

"Twelve," You choked out, and Tiffany put the paddle down, her hand stroking your back.

"Good job, baby," She whispered, "now, do you want your reward?"

"Yes, please," You looked at her, pleading. She obliged, and rolled you over, climbing on top of your body. She kissed you, her long red fingernails teasing your nipples, her mouth finding yours in a hot embrace.

She began to make her way down, leaving bite marks and hickies as she went farther, to your pussy. You were wet, even through the punishment, your body having a mind of its own. She gathered some of your slick with her tongue, moaning from the taste. You arched your back in pleasure, moaning out her name and grasping hold of her dyed locks.

"G-God Tiff," You whimpered, and she smirked as she licked against your pussy, her tongue moving to tease your clit, her perfect nails leaving marks at your thighs, blood beginning to form at her grip.

She slid her tongue all the way in you, fucking you with the muscle. You felt the warmth of her tongue enter you, the wet muscle creating a wonderful sensation in your pussy. She could tell you were enjoying it, she kept it up, rubbing her thumb against your clit while she fucked you with her tongue.

Your body was shaking, your head thrown back in pleasure as you continued to chase after your pleasure, Tiffany pleased with you after taking her punishment so well, she started fucking you faster, her finger tracing your clit at impossibly fast speeds as she continued until you came, your cum coating her tongue as she lapped it up.

"You did good tonight," She said, and she kissed you. You could taste yourself on her, but you didn't care. She held you there, waiting until you fell asleep.

#slasher x reader #slasher fuckers #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine #slasher community #slasher fandom #chucky #bride of chucky #slasher x y/n #slasher fanfic #slasher smut #cupids smutmas advent calendar

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catearella · 5 months

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Advent Calendar 2023

Day #4: WangXian exchanging bands during their wedding

(Scene inspired by my awesome friend's fanfic)

prompted by @yukidelleran

#mdzs #mdzs fanart #mxtx mdzs #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #lan wangji #wei wuxian #lz #wwx #wedding #frontal band #catearella #my art #advent calendar 2023 #fanfic #fan fiction

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doumadono · 4 months

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Synopsis: Kirishima is looking forward to Christmas and decides to pleasantly surprise his boyfriend, Bakugo, with a charming Christmas jumper. The question lingers: will Bakugo be on board with the idea of matching Christmas sweaters?

A/N: this oneshot was written for the KRBK Advent Calendar hosted by @krbkevents My prompt was: sweaters

Kirishima stepped out of the flat he shared with Bakugo, and a burst of laughter escaped him. The snowfall had turned the world into a winter wonderland, and he found himself mesmerized by the delicate dance of snowflakes. His crimson eyes sparkled with childlike delight as he walked through the snow-covered streets, his head tilted back to catch the flakes on his face.

Soon, the hero stepped into the bustling Christmas market. The entire place was a kaleidoscope of colors and festive lights, and the snowfall added a touch of magic to the already enchanting atmosphere.

Despite Kirishima's excitement about the Christmas market, there was a twinge of disappointment when Bakugo declined the invitation to join him. How could he opt for baking mundane, spicy muffins instead of accompanying him to the enchanting Christmas market?! Yet, Kirishima couldn't help but smile inwardly, recognizing that his boyfriend's gruff demeanor was precisely what captivated him. He loved Bakugo just the way he was — always angry and negative about everything. They complemented each other so well!

As he strolled through the Christmas market, Kirishima couldn't resist the festive allure of the stalls. The aroma of hot cocoa and the twinkling lights created an atmosphere of pure joy. He meandered through the market, picking up small gifts and treats until he found himself standing in front of a stall adorned with handmade Christmas sweaters.

The older lady behind the stall greeted him with a warm smile, and her eyes lit up with recognition. "Well, if it isn't Red Riot! What brings my favorite hero to my humble little stall today?"

Kirishima blushed, appreciating the recognition. "Hello!! Just taking a break from hero duties to enjoy the holiday season. Your sweaters caught my eye, they're amazing!"

The lady chuckled, "I'm glad you like them, Red Riot. Anything in particular you're looking for?"

Kirishima's gaze fell upon the green-bottle colored sweater with a charming reindeer motif. "Actually, this one is perfect. I'd like two of them, please — one for me and one for my boyfriend. He's a bit of a firecracker, but I think he'll love this."

The lady grinned, "A matching set, how sweet! You sure have a good eye, Red Riot."

Kirishima chuckled at the wordplay, "Thanks! I thought the reindeer motif was a nice touch. Plus, the green will really stand out and match our eyes! Did you make them all yourself?”

"Yes, indeed. Been knitting these for years. It brings me joy to see people appreciate the art of handmade crafts during the holidays."

“How much do I owe you?"

After the transaction, Kirishima thanked the lady, expressing his gratitude for the beautiful sweaters. As he left the stall, he couldn't wait to surprise Bakugo with the festive gifts, imagining the delight on his boyfriend's face when he saw the matching Christmas sweaters.

Kirishima returned home, paper bags filled with goods in hand. Before stepping inside, he shook off the clinging snow from his shoulders and dusted his shoes to rid them of the winter frost. "I'm home!" he announced cheerfully. After kicking off his shoes and slipping into reindeer-motif slippers, he made his way to the kitchen, where Bakugo was engrossed in mixing dry ingredients for cupcakes.

"Where the hell have ya been, weird hair?! Didn't you say you would be gone for half an hour? You were absent for almost two goddamn hours!" Bakugo's tone was as fiery as ever.

Kirishima grinned, unfazed by Bakugo's irritation. "What, did you miss me?" he chuckled. "Awwww, how adorable!" Leaning in, he planted a playful kiss on Bakugo's cheek, earning himself an angry "tsch" sound from the ash-blonde man.

Kirishima proceeded to unpack the bags, revealing various goodies he had picked up from the Christmas market. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, he turned to Bakugo, who was still busy with the cupcake preparations. "Guess what, Katsuki?" Kirishima grinned, his excitement barely contained. "I met this awesome older lady at the market. She was selling handmade knitted sweaters, and I couldn't resist getting us a little something."

"Don't ya dare tell me you got me a freaking sweater," Bakugo growled, not looking up from his task.

Kirishima's grin widened, and he enthusiastically nodded his head, continuing to unpack the bags. "Oh, but I did! And not just any sweater. I got us matching ones!" He pulled out the green-bottle colored sweaters with reindeer motifs, holding them up for Bakugo to see.

Bakugo glanced at the sweaters and then shot Kirishima a skeptical look. "Matching? Seriously, Eijiro?"

Kirishima chuckled, ignoring Bakugo's grumbling. "Trust me, you're gonna love them. They're cozy, warm, fluffy, festive, and totally capture the holiday spirit."

"I'm not wearing one of those tacky things. They're itchy, uncomfortable, and just plain stupid,” Bakugo commented simply.

Eijiro pouted, his lower lip jutting out in the cutest way. "Come on, Blasty, it's all in good fun! Plus, imagine at our Christmas party when everyone sets their eyes on us wearing these matching sweaters! We're going to be the absolute stars of the show!. It'll be a blast."

As Bakugo examined the sweater, Kirishima couldn't help but feel a warm satisfaction. The festive surprise was sure to add a touch of holiday magic to their home.

"Damn it, Kirishima!" Bakugo bellowed, his voice sharp enough to cut through the air. “I'll look absurd in this outfit, Hair-for-Brains.”

"Come on, Katsuki, just give it a shot. Humor me and try the sweater on, okay?" Kirishima pleaded with an earnest grin.

Bakugo's temper flared, and without a second thought, he grabbed a handful of flour from the countertop. In one swift, furious motion, he flung it in Kirishima's direction, his aim unerring. "Shitty Hair, you're out of your damn mind if you think I'm wearing that garbage!" Bakugo snarled, his eyes narrowing as he watched the flour cascade over Kirishima. “I already told ya no, and better accept it, man.”

Kirishima, caught off guard, blinked as the flour settled on his hair and shoulders. He wiped his face, managing a sheepish grin. "Whoa, Bakugo! Easy there! What's your problem?"

Bakugo, undeterred, continued his tirade. "Problem? This crap’s the problem! I don't need this festive crap ruining my reputation. Real heroes don't wear ridiculous sweaters with damn reindeers!"

Kirishima chuckled, attempting to brush the flour off his clothes. "Lighten up, man! It's just for a bit of holiday cheer!”

Bakugo scoffed, grabbing another handful of flour. This time, he aimed at Kirishima’s head with pinpoint accuracy. "Cheer? I'll show you cheer!"

The flour exploded around Kirishima, creating a makeshift cloud of white powder. Kirishima coughed, his grin faltering. "You're impossible, Blasty!" Kirishima sighed, shaking his head. "But you know what? I think you'll come around.”

Bakugo scowled, throwing a final glance at Kirishima before returning to his baking endeavors. Little did he know, amidst the chaos and flour-covered, tiny argument, a seed of reluctant amusement may have been planted in his explosive heart.

In the quiet aftermath of their flour-filled encounter, the apartment settled into a serene stillness. Kirishima, exhausted from the shopping, retreated to their shared bedroom for a much-needed nap, leaving the infamous sweaters on the nightstand by his side of the king-sized bed.

As the scent of Bakugo's spicy muffins lingered in the air, Bakugo himself finished up in the kitchen. In a moment of introspection, he admitted to himself that perhaps he had been too harsh on his boyfriend.

Katsuki tiptoed into the bedroom, where Kirishima was peacefully napping. The sweaters lay innocently on the nightstand, beckoning him like a challenge. Without waking Kirishima, Bakugo swiped one of the sweaters and made his way to the bathroom downstairs.

Upon entering the bathroom, Bakugo swiftly flipped the light switch, unveiling the vibrant, reindeer-themed sweater in all its glory. As Katsuki reluctantly tried it on, he couldn't deny that it was warm and comfortable. The soft fabric felt good against his rough skin, and he couldn't help but secretly enjoy the coziness of it.

Bakugo stood before the mirror, eyeing his reflection with a begrudging appreciation. The dark green hue of the sweater complemented his eyes and light hair, emphasizing his features in an unexpected way. The reindeer, though still an absurd concept to him, somehow added a touch of whimsy to the otherwise fierce hero. A rare smile tugged at the corners of Bakugo's lips as he took in the sight. The warmth of the sweater seemed to melt away his stubborn resistance, leaving behind a sense of reluctant contentment.

As he admired himself in the mirror, a soft chuckle escaped him, and a secret thought crossed his mind — maybe, just maybe, Kirishima's festive idea wasn't as terrible as he initially believed. His boyfriend had a way of making even the Grinchiest of hearts melt.

Little did Bakugo know that he was being observed from the stairs by Eijiro, who had woken up after Bakugo took the sweater. Red Riot descended the stairs quietly to ensure Bakugo hadn't discarded the sweater, and to his delight, he witnessed his boyfriend trying it on willingly.

Kirishima hurried back upstairs, donned his own sweater, and then descended once again. After a gentle knock on the bathroom door, he opened it, peering at Bakugo's reflection in the mirror. "You did it! You put on a Christmas sweater without being forced to do it! You have no idea how happy I am! And look, I have mine on, too! Look at how cute we look!" Kirishima moved closer to Bakugo, wrapping his arm around his boyfriend's waist and admiring their reflections together.

"I look like an idiot, don't I?" Katsuki muttered, but there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Eijiro chuckled and kissed Bakugo’s cheek gently. "You look amazing, Blasty! And it's not just the sweater. You always look amazing, handsome."

Katsuki's scowl softened into a small smile, and he pressed his lips against Eijiro's in a loving kiss. "Alright, alright, I'll wear the damn sweater. I have to say, it's not that awful."

Eijiro's face lit up with joy, and he wrapped his arms around Katsuki in a tight hug. "You won't regret it, I promise! This is going to be the best Christmas ever! Oh boy!"

Eijiro hesitantly pulled his phone from the black jeans pocket, looking at Bakugo with a sheepish grin. "Hey, Katsuki, mind if I snap a picture of us in these awesome sweaters? I was thinking of posting it on my Instagram..."

Anticipating a fiery response, Eijiro was surprised when Bakugo took the phone from his hand. To his even greater surprise, Bakugo snapped a series of nice pictures himself.

"Just post the one where I look the fiercest, okay?" Bakugo grumbled. "I want all those people following you to know that even though I'm wearing a goddamn Christmas shirt, I'm still a hero that should be feared and respected!"

Kirishima replied cockily, "Sure thing, handsome! Let me tell ya the Christmas spirit suits you, Katsuki."

Bakugo, not one to dwell on compliments, decided to shut Kirishima up in the sweetest way possible. Without a word, he pulled Kirishima close and planted a gentle, lingering kiss on his lips, effectively silencing any further teasing with the warmth of their shared affection.

#krbk events #krbkadvent #krbk advent calendar 2023 #krbk advent calendar #krbk #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku fluff #mha fluff #bnha fluff #eijiro kirishima #bakugo katsuki #kirishima x bakugou #bakugo fluff #kirishima fluff #kiribaku fanfic

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softpascalito · 5 months

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Full List of my Pedro Pascal Advent Calendar 2023

note: i figured it would make sense to make a lil list of the advent calender pieces. whether you read along each day or if you discover this after christmas, i hope you enjoy 💜

total wc: 23k

rating: explicit/18+ (with a few exceptions)

warnings: smut, hurt/comfort, check individual pieces :)

extras: my personal faves - ⭐

mb - moodboard / fic - fanfiction / hcs - headcanons

dec 1 - joel miller - [FIC] snowy surprise// ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 2 - javier peña - [MB] peluda // tumblr dec 3 - javier peña - [FIC] peluda // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 4 - several chars - [HCs] traditions // tumblr dec 5 - joel miller - [FIC] here cums santa claus // ao3 & tumblr

dec 6 - din djarin - [MB] tie a string of lights // tumblr dec 7 - din djarin - [FIC] tie a string of lights // ao3 & tumblr dec 8 - pedro pascal - [MB] worth crossing a blizzard for // tumblr dec 9 - pedro pascal - [FIC] worth crossing a blizzard for // ao3 & tumblr dec 10 - joel miller - [MB] doves and lights // tumblr

dec 11 - several chars - [HCs] presents // tumblr dec 12 - joel miller - [MB] christmas baking // tumblr dec 13 - joel miller - [FIC] christmas baking // ao3 & tumblr dec 14 - javier peña - [MB] christmas party // tumblr ⭐ dec 15 - javier peña - [FIC] christmas party // ao3 & tumblr

dec 16 - several chars - [HCs] christmas tree // tumblr dec 17 - 2003!joel miller - [MB] double shift // tumblr ⭐ dec 18 - 2003!joel miler - [FIC] double shift // ao3 & tumblr dec 19 - 2003!joel miller - [MB] raised on little light // tumblr dec 20 - several chars - [HCs] christmas eve // tumblr

dec 21 - javier peña - [MB] christmas eve // tumblr dec 22 - 2003!joel miller - [FIC] doves and lights // ao3 & tumblr dec 23 - 2003!joel miller - [FIC] raised on little light // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 24 - javier peña - [FIC] christmas eve // ao3 & tumblr ⭐ dec 25 - joel miller - [FIC] all joel miller wants for christmas (is to be tied up) // ao3 & tumblr

#pedropascaladventcalender #softpascalito #fanfic #pedro pascal #advent calendar #joel miller #javier peña #din djarin #joel miller / reader #joel miller / you #din djarin / you #din djarin / reader #javier peña / reader #javier peña / you #fanfiction #christmas #xmas

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twostepstyless · 1 year

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Okay here goes…

INTRODUCING… my 2022 Advent Calendar. Starting December 1st enjoy a new piece of writing from me every. single. day. until Christmas Day. I don’t really know why I’m doing this to myself but here we are. I’m trying to get better at posting writing more frequently and this is sort of forcing myself to do that. So join me at 9pm GMT every single day for a new piece. We will have a mix of one-shots, blurbs, concepts (at least one smut piece thrown in for good measure) all with a festive theme to get us through the season. The writings will work whether you read every single day or drop in and out throughout the month, you won’t miss any plot points if you miss a day, they’ll all work as standalone pieces too !! This Advent Calendar masterlist will be updated daily for the new piece and will be pinned at the top of my blog for the duration <3

Door number 1 will be opened Thursday December 1st at 9pm GMT - I suppose I better start typing

My Full Masterlist

* - indicates smut (18+ only please)

Day 1

Day 2

Day 3

Day 4*

Day 5

Day 6

Day 7

Day 8

Day 9

Day 10*

Day 11

Day 12

Day 13

Day 14

Day 15

Day 16

Day 17

Day 18

Day 19

Day 20

Day 21

Day 22*

Day 23

Day 24

Day 25

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MERRY CHRISTMAS

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haravath0t · 5 months

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𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚

𝐍𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐚

𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 - 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝟻

𝚜𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚜 : ̗̀➛ the night of christmas eve has come! are the dishes a pass or fail? ask anya.

☕🤍🌿 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗'𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 ! 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 ! ☕🤍🌿

𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙽𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚊

“PEANUTS!”

“Absolutely not.”

Anya was quickly shut down by her father, a comical sight that has become almost a regular thing.

“It’s okay, Anya. More for you,” You gently say to her, patting her on the back as her pout disappears at your assurance.

“Eee!” She practically squeals, almost happy to hear your voice. You didn’t know it, but she knew after a few good reads of your mind that when it came to her, you were telling the truth. You always did. Loid could depend on you when taking care of Anya, especially whenever he fell short on predicting outcomes with her involved. Now that your daughter was at peace, having a bag of peanuts to herself, he’d be able to focus on what to bring to the dinner table with your family.

Now, Loid was a good cook, that much was for sure, but a problem for him arises that can surely be tackled tonight too: having your family be pleased with his cooking. So he tells you his plan: you four (yes, Bond is coming along too) show up to your parents’ place early. Of course, your parents are quick to greet Anya, Anya’s cuteness and her glee of seeing her Lola and Lolo making their hearts soften. Perfect, for now Twilight can strike. He greets his in-laws like you had taught him to, holding their hand and pressing it against his forehead. “We all figured it may be easier to just cook here, if that’s okay!” Of course your mom agrees, so happy to be familiarizing herself with her son-in-law.

You and your dad distract yourselves with Anya, and Loid talks to your mother with ease, making up all the entrees he can think of: some shrimp, some nicely barbecued skewers. He’d even make some mashed potatoes, help your family make some rice on the rice cooker, but then your mother asks something of him. “Loid, could you be a dear and also cook some dinuguan as well?” He hears your mom ask, hearing her struggle to be setting the long table of food and cleaning up the living space. However, he didn’t expect this, feeling his world simply shatter around him. As always, Twilight feels his chances of impressing you and your family plummet, but it’s not long till he gets it together.

“Of course.”

He’s left alone for some time, trying his best to recall what might be involved in this dinuguan, but something stops him: your mother. “Loid? Is everything okay?” He hears her say, and as practiced, he gives her his killer smile. “Of course it’s okay! Ha, it couldn’t have been better!”

“You’re lying, papa.” His daughter answers flatly from the dining table, snacking away on puto (“rice cakes”) that her grandpa had given her. “It smells weird. Sorry, papa.” Anya always seemed to be so frank, as all children were, and Twilight couldn’t help but feel frustrated being called out for shortcomings. Your mom only laughs after getting a taste of his rather subpar dinuguan. “It’s okay,” she waves off. “You’ll get it next time.” But then there’s you, who insisted that you can manage to redo it, making sure the well-demanded dish was present in time for the noche buena. “Loid! I’m going to go to the market, okay?” You tell him, already putting your shoes and coat on, but it’s not just you coming out of the house, but your “husband” too. Your mom couldn’t help but laugh as Loid trails after you like a dog, his face red of embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t help but blush with him, seeing him drive you to the market with your directions. He’s never been to a filipino market, now that he thought about it, and he’s almost quite ashamed to see your face practically light up at the familiar sight and the familiar bustle. He watched you take all the necessary ingredients with ease, putting each thing within the basket he carries. He watched you speak in your native tongue to the person ringing up the items you two decided to buy, and he didn’t miss the way your eyes had a glow to them he has never seen before. It is only when you two exit the store that he decides to speak up. “I didn’t consider you missing this…I owe you an apology,” Loid starts off, his eyes looking oddly guilty. How could he have known? After all, you two weren’t really married. It was a part to play, after all, so that not only did it benefit Loid, but it benefits you, letting your parents and family stop all the talk of you being an old maid.

“You couldn’t have known.” You say as you two now take the paid items to the car. Settling the bag on your lap as Loid starts the car, putting his seatbelt on. You wouldn’t admit it, but you did miss the environment during the holidays, missing the way things were just full of noise, full of the bustle of excitement, full of the distinctive aromas of dishes.

“As your husband, I should.” He says with a tiny smile, not knowing what led him to reach out and fix your coat’s collars before he decided to back out of the parking lot. “Anya would be very happy tonight seeing her mother feel at home tonight too. She’ll hope you’ll feel that way in our own home too.” A quick pause enters the air of the car before he speaks up once more. “I would love to see to it that you smile that way more often too.” The words bring a smile to your face, no ounce of regret for making this arrangement with Loid evident on your face. Without a doubt, the smile stays as you two return home, as you teach him how to make a successful dish of dinuguan just before the family members come in, waiting for midnight to strike. He doesn’t miss the way Anya dozes on your lap comfortably, as if you were her mother all along. Neither does he miss the way you’re smiling in content watching the fruit of Loid and your work being enjoyed by the family.

He’s no longer paying attention to the time, but now paying attention to every single thing there that makes your muscles twitch into that content and ecstatic expression. It is then that Twilight remembers that he can learn a thing or two to become a better agent, a better husband, a better father, a better man. He may not be able to achieve something as wide as world peace right now, but seeing you smile amidst the crowd made him…a little more at peace than he’d admit. Or perhaps it sends him spiraling again. Does she like me that way? Oh, I don’t know. Get it together, Twilight, you have been with many women before. You are simply refining your skill set. Nothing new.

Not only was Loid Forger a mess when it came to you, but Twilight as well. Truly no one can shake his world the way his daughter and his wife would.

#loid forger #loid forger x reader #loid forger x you #loid forger fluff #loid forger fanfic #spy x family #spy x family fluff #the rikane wonderland advent calendar

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dreaminonao3 · 4 months

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Fanfic Advent Calendar 2023

open the door for December 10th

#fanfic advent calendar #asoiaf #pre asoiaf #brynden rivers #alysanne stark #brynden x alysanne #maekar i targaryen #berena stark #maekar x berena #part two

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purplehoodiesandclementines · 4 months

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Having acute signs of withdrawal right now, because it's a cold af winter morning and there's no #wilmon advent calendar for us to soften the blow... 😭

@iwouldnevergetintofanfic What have you done to us?! *shakes fist at sky*

Anyone else suffering with me?

#don't mind me #Just finding a way to cope here 🙈#Young Royals fanfiction #Yr fanfic #Yr fandom #Young Royals fandom #Young Royals #Wilmon Advent calendar

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hanniluvi · 5 months

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( 🧥 ) HIS BEIGE SWEATER — JAKE SHORT FIC

[ DAY THREE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🧥 ) SYNOPSIS . you still remember, the 3rd of december, where he gave you his sweater. you would never forget that day.

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) PAIRING . jake x gn!reader ~~ WC 0.8K+ ( 827 )

( 🧥 ) GENRE . fluff, angst, realized too late kind of thing 😪

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) WARNINGS . INSPIRED BY THE SONG “HEATHER” BY CONAN GRAY , nothing but bittersweet

( 🧥 ) NOTE . IK NICHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NEXT, but i had the random urge to write jake angst … AND ITS DEC 3RD, I HAD TO WRITE TO HEATHER FOR THIS EVENT !! so … yes … here we are … sorry nicho and jake my baes 😢

"Hey YN!" Jake greets with a wave, sprinting toward you as he spots you seated on the porch steps. You respond with a smile, reciprocating the friendly gesture. When he reaches you, he comes to a halt and promptly takes a seat beside you.

"Hey Jake," you shiver slightly, rubbing your arms. He catches you, suddenly adopting a serious expression. You glance in his direction, finding him crossing his arms, which elicits a small chuckle from you. “Now what, Sim Jaeyun?”

“Okay, not you pulling out the government name!”

“Sorry…!” You smile, both knowing it was a playful tease, and he acknowledges it with a grin.

Jake playfully scolds, "Anyways, you should have worn something warmer, YN. Like seriously, just a long sleeve shirt in a weather like this?"

You chuckle, "I didn't expect it to be this cold, honestly. I was just out to get some fresh air.”

Without another word, he removes the sweater he’s wearing, and hands it over to you. “Here.”

“Huh?”

“Wear it,” he insists, still holding it out to you, patiently waiting for you to take it from his grasp. He shoots you a slightly confused expression, wondering about the source of your hesitation. “What? Want me to help put it on you or something?”

He grins instantly when you finally take it from him, though you still appear a bit hesitant. “Are you sure? You’re going to be cold, y'know.”

“You’ve been out here longer than me. I can deal with it for a bit.”

You ease into the sweater, still hesitant. "Are you sure about this, Jake?"

“Yeah, I’m sure. You can borrow all my stuff for all I care,” he responds nonchalantly.

“Oh well… thank you for the sweater, Jake,” you hum, taking in the light, sweet cologne that lingers on his beige sweater. As you glance at your side, you make eye contact with Jake, surprised to find him still looking at you. “Um… what are you looking at?”

“It’s nothing—it looks better on you than it ever could on me,” he smiles.

Curiosity piqued, you inquired, "What makes you say that?" Jake grins, his eyes holding a playful sparkle. "Because I like you, YN."

Because I like you, YN.

How you wished you could go back to December 3rd 2022 just to hear those words once more.

In that moment, you wished you could express everything you feel. To tell him how much you like him — his smile, his presence, his jokes — to lay bare the evidence of your affection, to confess that what you feel goes beyond mere liking; it's love.

Sighing, you snap out of your thoughts, glancing at your home screen—December 3rd, 2023. You can't help but wonder if he would give you his sweater again, though the chances seem unlikely. “YN!” a familiar voice calls out, and as you turn around, there's Jake, wearing the same smile and surprisingly, the same sweater from that memorable day. It feels like deja vu, a moment echoing the past.

“Hey Jake,” you greet, a smile playing on your lips. In your mind, you wonder what he might ask of you this time, a curiosity tinged with a hint of anticipation. How you wished you could experience that day once more.

This scenario feels too familiar, and you can't help but grin at his concern, secretly hoping for a repeat of the sweater gesture. "Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be that cold again," you say, stealing a glance at his familiar beige sweater.

He catches your gaze, a mischievous smile forming. "Speaking of which, do you think I look good—" he asks, pointing to his sweater.

Caught off guard, you blurt out, "I’ll take—" without thinking, momentarily forgetting your initial expectation of getting the sweater. “Wait, what?”

“Huh?” he says, clearly confused.

“Nevermind…what were you saying?” you awkwardly say, realizing you got ahead of yourself.

“I was asking if I look good 'cause… you know, I wanna impress her.”

Oh.

You should’ve known.

“Oh—yeah, yeah. You look great,” you respond, a hint of bitterness coloring your words.

"Thanks," Jake grins, seemingly satisfied with your response. Just then, he spots someone in the distance and without much explanation, he hurries off.

Confused, you follow his gaze and realize he's approaching another person, a girl who was wearing the same amount of layers you had that night. She was pretty, you had to admit.

Observing from a distance, you witness Jake taking off the sweater and handing it over to her. It feels like a familiar scene, as if you're reliving the same moment from a different perspective.

A pang of self-realization hits you. There's no right to be jealous; after all, it was your opportunity to seize, and it slipped away before you could even grasp it. Regret settles in as you reflect on the missed chance, contemplating the unspoken feelings you've harbored for Jake.

If Jake only knew how much you loved him.

💭 — ok but why jake lowkey sucker by jonas brother coded … sorry guys im Like brainstormining

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lokischocolatefountain · 5 months

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Picture || Mister Miller

Part 2 of Mister Miller. Read Part 1 here.

Fandom: The Last of Us (HBO)

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Rating: 18+ (masturbation, nudes, looking at someone’s nudes without consent, girthy age gap, boyfriend’s dad!Joel, pervy Joel, potential future infidelity, no outbreak)

Word Count: 960 words

Summary: Joel knows he shouldn’t, especially with the guilt of his shameful secret sitting heavy in his chest. But there are so many pictures of you and he is just a man.

A/N: Day 1 was so much fun! I hope everyone is having a good December. Thank you to everyone who reblogged, commented, and liked. It means a lot 🥹. Now here’s our favorite old man for day 2. Tomorrow will be my OG, the one who got me into this Pedro Pascal mess- Javier Peña... Keep a look out for more in the Masterlist. Aaaand leave your girl a comment please🥺🥺

“You should get a new one,” Matt said, typing something up real fast on his laptop.

Joel snorted and said, “Sure, I’ll sell that little computer of yours and buy myself a nice iPhone with the four cameras and shit.”

“It’s three cameras and a LiDAR scanner, dad,” he snarked, finally unlocking his spare phone and sliding it across the table to Joel.

“What’s that? Like the scanner on printers?” He asked, confused once more by technology. The kind of things that came out these days were too much for him to be able to wrap his mind around. Chat GPT, hyaluronic acid, iPads, this fucking scanner thing.

“It’s this sensor that projects invisible lasers and gets data on how far every single thing is. And that way, it can map an entire room,” he said, using gestures to mimic laser beams shooting into a room.

“Sounds like it’ll be more useful in construction. The fuck you need that for?”

He shrugged and went back to his work, the clacking of keys filling up the room once more. Whatever. He needed a spare phone to replace his shit blackberry Sarah got him eons ago. The thing had been through a lot with him and honestly, he couldn’t be too mad at it for dying on him. In all the years he had it, he had taken a few pictures here and there of his kids. But everything else in his gallery was filled with pictures of worksites. Broken pumps, proof to send clients that they were at the site that day, pictures of sample tiles to show clients… Nothing personal. It was the only thing he did on that phone other than making calls.

As he retired for the day, he thought to learn about his new old phone a little. See if the camera was any better. He propped a pillow up against the headboard and leaned back. When he finally found the camera app, he took a couple pictures of his room. Looking back at them, he was a little glad that his old phone died. The camera on this thing was better. It was newer than his old one, so maybe that was it. He didn’t have complaints about his old one, but damn this was it. It was so fucking good.

He swiped his thumb against the screen, looking at pictures, not stopping when he went back to pictures of his son. Pictures of him partying that he had never shown his old man before. He smiled, going through pictures of a side of his son’s life he never knew. Shit parents never got to see.

His heart leapt out at the next swipe, the screen filled with a picture of a nude woman.

You, he realized as he looked at the face. You had a smile on, the same sweet one you always sent him when you exchanged pleasantries and thanked him for letting you crash at his place for the summer. But the picture of you was anything but sweet.

He swiped to the previous picture, an identical one. Except you were biting your bottom lip and looking at him—at the camera with a sultry gaze. His mouth watered as he focused on your tits. Fuuuck they were good ones, he had to admit. He wasn’t a boob man. Or an ass man, frankly. He was just bad at the whole thing. But yours ignited something in him.

He found an entire album full of nude pictures of you. Pictures you posed for. There was a variety. You nude, you in bikinis, in figure hugging dresses that drove him crazier than the first category. In high heels, sideways pictures of your reflection where you stuck your ass out. One with you sucking on a fucking popsicle. Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He’d told himself it was wrong. He’d found his pleasure in others. But fuck he couldn’t get his mind off of you. And now here you were, naked on his phone without your knowledge.

As he wrapped his hand around his hardening cock, he knew that he’d lost the fight. He should not be doing this. But just this once. It was his phone now after all. A justification. Weak, but it was all he had in the moment.

He pumped his cock, eyes trained on the pictures of you. He swiped back and forth between the pictures, desperate to have you in all your forms. In the cocktail dresses and the ratty old t-shirts. Wearing the bright red lipstick and the soft pink one. He imagine you, whimpering quietly the way you did that night when he found you fucking yourself in his living room.

He groaned, his cock twitching at the recollection of his creepy voyeurism. He wondered what you sounded like when you had a man. When you didn’t have to rely on your fingers, but had a good girth cock thrusting in and out. When you had a finger rubbing your clit softly. He imagined his large hand full with your breast, his lips sucking on the other one.

On your knees, right here in his bedroom, his cock in your mouth instead of in his fist. As your licked his balls with his cock deep in your throat in his mind’s eye, he exploded, coating his hand in sticky white ropes of his cum. He groaned and pulled out a few tissues, wiping off the mess you’d created.

His perverted mind imagined you still there, eagerly licking up his release. His mind was no longer pleased with such sinful images of you. The clarity that came after his orgasm tasted bitter on his tongue.

He would have to delete the photos. Tomorrow. He’d do it tomorrow.

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