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cinewhore · 1 year

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Joyful Night

Pairing: Santa Claus (Nikamund The Red) x fem!reader

Rating: explicit (MINORS BE GONE)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: oral sex, penetration, creampie, nipple play.

Summary: You comfort your husband after his Christmas night run.

A/N: you know what the fuck is going on. This actually got a little sentimental but what’s porn without a story? Not beta’d. Credit to the gif maker(s).

You’ve never worried over Nik.

Not once.

But when the reindeers arrived back at the property without him bickering over them in the sleigh, you instantly knew something was wrong.

“Oh, my darling boys,” you coo, running your hands over their tufted fur coats. You needed to set aside some time to groom them later in the week. “What trouble has he gotten himself into now?”

One the deers snorts in response and you chuckle to yourself. “You’re right, Prancer, although I think the ankle monitor was a bit overboard, don’t you?”

As much as you wanted to jump in the sleigh and track down your bungling husband, you knew better. Nikamund was the kind of guy who would never back down from any kind of a fight. It stays a secret from the rest of the world but you knew Ole’ Saint Nick as the person he really was.

A warrior.

You knew exactly what you needed to do.

“Stay put!” you instruct the herd, turning on your heel to run back into the house. You dashed down to the basement, pulled up a “broken” floorboard and dug up Nik’s old hammer from the olden days. Skullcrusher, is what he affectionately calls it.

You test the weight of the once heavily swung tool in your hands, fingers gently trailing over the etchings in the haft. Nikamund put this once beloved weapon down to rest for a reason, wanting to leave that part of him behind as he wanted to forget his past. You always reminded him that he should never be ashamed of his past, that there was a silver lining in all of the bloodshed. It was, by the good grace of the universe, where you two met.

With a final notion, you drag the hammer back up to the waiting reindeer with a note attached to it.

“Off you go! Bring him back in one piece, if you can.” You stand back as they rear up, galloping before they eventually take off into the inky night sky. You shiver a bit, pulling your thick coat snug across your shoulders more. A ping of worry creeps into your mind but you push it down as far as it can go. You know that one way or another, Nik would make his way back to you.

He always does.

Nodding off to sleep in front of the fireplace, you’re startled as hooves sound out beyond the door seemingly hours later, signaling the return of the reindeers. You jump out of your chair in haste, bolting to the door and throwing it open.

Nikamund teeters out of the sleigh, muttering some words to the herd as he unleashes their harnesses. He stops when Dancer bellows out, catching his attention.

“Oh, my love!” you cry, embracing him. He hisses as your bodies mesh together and you step back to get a good look at him.

“You look like shit, which is better than normal.” you observe the cuts and bruises that mark up his face, beard caked in blood. “I pray this isn’t yours.”

Nik grins smugly at you, hand rubbing circles on your back. “Of course it is.”

You shake your head, exhaling slowly. “What am I going to do with you? Did you at least finish your job?”

Nik gestures back to the sleigh. “Fuckers got my sack but I promise I finished my route.”

“Good. Now, come inside for a bath. I’m sure you have much to tell me.”

….

You stare up at Nik as he finishes up his story, carefully tending to the wound on his lower stomach. “So the rich family was almost taken out by assassins and you stopped them? And the son was stealing from his own mother?”

Nik nods his head as he recounts some details he missed out on before. “Yeah, yeah, but don’t forget the girl Trudie, she was absolutely adorable and oh! Get this: the bad guy, yeah, his name was Ebenzer Scrooge.”

You huff out a laugh, pleased with your work. “Bullshit.”

“If I’m lying, I’m dying. And well..I..kinda did die tonight but ya know, christmas magic and all.”

You stand to your full height, running your hands up his chest. “After all these years, you still haven’t changed a bit.”

Nikamund hums, lowering his forehead until it touches yours. “I got you, so I think I’m doing pretty good.”

The forehead touch turns into a nose nuzzle which ends in a kiss that steals your breath. You indulge only for a second, giggling at your husband as he chases your lips with a pout of his own.

“And what, Mrs. Claus, would you like for christmas?” he asks.

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m very certain you know what it is.”

A shared look and a second silence, Nik lifts you up before throwing you over his shoulder, jogging to your shared bedroom.

“Hey!” you squeal, ducking your head before it clashes with the doorframe. “Watch it!”

Nik drops you on the bed with absolutely zero grace and you barely have time to adjust yourself before he’s tugging at your robe, trying urgently to get it off.

“Baby, it’s not going anywhere.” You attempt to explain with no luck. Nik’s eyes grow dark with lust as he finally unwraps his present, the strain in his boxers becoming more apparent.

“I know, it’s just been a long night and I really fucking need you--ugh!”

He leans over in pain, holding up a finger as you sit up. “No, shit, it’s ok, I’m ok-”

You sigh and slide off of the bed, motioning for him to sit down. “You big buffoon of a man. Lay down.”

“I told you, I’m fine.”

“Nikamund I will not repeat myself.”

Nik hangs his head in defeat, allowing you to help him settle against the headboard. You position yourself on your knees laying vertically, rubbing your hand up and down his erection. His moan makes his way down to your pussy and you squeeze your legs tightly to relieve some pressure.

His cock springs out, slightly curved near the top. You rub your thumb over the leaking head, pumping it a few times before taking it into your mouth.

“Ah, just like that.” he groans, left hand creeping upward from the back of your thigh to the supple flesh of your ass. “I’ve missed you so much.”

You pull up off him, wiping at your mouth. “It’s not like you don’t see me 364 days out of the year.”

Carefully straddling his lap, you take to rubbing your center up and down his cock, mewing at the sensation pulsing through you. Nik becomes inpatient, tugging at your hips to get you to shift up.

“Quit being a fucking tease already.”

You scoff humorlessly, shaking your head. “You know, you asked me what I wanted for christmas.”

“You never gave me a definite answer.” He cocks an eyebrow.

You grin fondly, spreading your fingers across his bare chest. It was covered in all sorts of tattoos, markings and stories about his viking days now immortalized into his very being.

Nikamund notices the change in your demeanor.

“Do you miss it?” you say, after a few moments of silence.

Nikamond pauses, a frown forming over his features. “Sometimes. There was one day, though, that’ll stay with me forever.”

“Oh?’ you lean your head to the side, inquisitive.

“Yeah. We had been instructed to hit a little village just north of where we were. They said it was because negotiations turned sour but honestly it was an unmitigated hunger for greed. We started with the houses in the front, surrounding the entire place so that there were no survivors left behind. But before we could even make a move, there was this..sound. A war cry.”

You shift your position a little, eyes casted downward.

“We were all stunned, bracing ourselves for a whole army to appear but there was only you.”

Nikamund tenderly grabs your chin, lifting up your face to meet your eye.

“I only saw you. A mad woman in all her glory. We didn’t stand a chance.”

“I kicked your ass that day.”

Nik chuckles, a familiar twinkle in his eye. “And we’ve been kicking ass ever since.”

You surge forward, locking your lips with his in a heated passion. Nikamund ruts against your throbbing pussy and you finally give in to your husband, reaching a hand behind you and slipping him into your waiting warmth.

You both whine at the contact, Nik not waiting to take it slow as he clutches your hips, digging his fingers into you hard enough that you’d feel his fingers long after they’re gone. Taking control, you hold Nik’s hands above his head, grinding your hips so that his cock nearly pops out of you before slamming yourself back down so that he is fully entrapped.

“Look at you,” you gasp, trying your hardest to ignore the cramp growing in your back. “Losing yourself in my cunt. Tell me you love it.”

“I fucking love it.” he rasps, veins bulging out in the side of his neck. You like a strip up a pulse, moaning over the teasing he was doing of your nipples by lightly pulling at them with his teeth.

A quick change of positions has you both on your sides, your right leg thrown over his own. Nikamund slides his cock back into you easily, his thrusts slowing down to a steady rhythm. His fingers continue to taunt your breasts, adding on to the budding orgasm ready to escape you at a moment's notice.

Nik hits your spot, fingers trailing down from your tits to ghost over your creamy clit. He flicks the pearl with precision and care, groaning in your ear as you whimper.

“Please, baby, I’m gonna cum.”

Nik quickens his pace just to tantalize you before slowing down again, leaving you on edge.

“You gonna come? Hm?” he asks you, angling your face so that he could look you in the eye. “Gonna come on my cock?”

You nod your head furiously, eyes fluttering closed as his fingers clamp around your clit. “Yes, yes, yes, please.”

“Go on.”

A few more strokes and you come undone, head thrown back as your mouth pops open in a silent cry. You mutter unintelligible words, legs shaking violently while your body spasms. Nikamund doesn’t stop there, content with fucking you through your orgasm which leads you to another.

It’s there as your muscles contract, squeezing and engrossing him deeping into your pussy that Nikamunds breathing picks up, hips stuttering in motion as he bites down on your shoulder.

You intertwine your hand in his as he comes inside of you, cum oozing and spilling out as his cock contracts.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. So perfect.”

The crackling of the fireplace in the living room is the only sound that can be heard over your heavy breathing, Nik’s now softened cock hanging halfway outside of you.

“Baby?”

“Hm?” Nikamund hums, eyes lidded over in post sex bliss.

“You’re a good man.”

You can’t see it but Nikamund smiles, lips gracing your cheeks and the lower part of your jaw. He sits completely still, feeling your body as it goes limp in his hold. He snuggles closer to you, grabbing the ruffled comforter and tucking it over both your bodies.

Nikamund could’ve led a very different life and he’s still unsure what he’s done but now he spends his days making toys, dealing with all his elves, being slobbered on by his reindeer.

It’s a life worth living.

As his eyes come to a close, likely from the heavy bouts of exhaustion getting ready to hit him like a freight train, Nikamund presses one last kiss into your skin.

“Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.”

#nikamund the red #nikamund the red x you #nikamund the red x female reader #nikamund the red x fem!reader #fic: joyful night #cinewhore

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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For the Love of Fic: January 10

This fandom is severely prolific and I am a slooooowwwww reader. I envy those of you that can read fast (even moreso those who can write fast). I throw my hands up on trying to keep up. I do what I can.

But I did love a fair few this week...

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

MAXWELL LORD

I Wish You Worked by @missredherring 🪐 Rachel starts off strong on her Year of Wishes with this Max!Genie AU. Begining with one of my favorite crystals--a champagney, honeyed citrine--we get to feel the pull toward the stone, the longing for something more, and when there’s reason to yearn for the happiness and prosperity the stone is meant to deliver, our hero makes a glorious appearance. I am not a Maxwell stan, but I have the feeling that Rachel’s gonna make me see the light.

PERO TOVAR

And You Would Be There Too by @leslie-lyman Tess and Pero from Stranger at My Gate returns and I’m so frikin happy I could and did and will again scream. Leslie ruined me for life by putting him in a black cable-knit sweater in a light snowfall and I really cannot put that image out of my mind. This little check in with them deals with feelings of jealousy and claiming, and in all the right ways. It’s spicy and sweet together and that’s my favorite flavor combo. Tess isn’t the only witch who can cook it up, I see.

EZRA

Kernow - Postcards by @honestly-shite A bite-sized peek in at painter Ezra and his lady, in a bitingly-chilly morning while he’s fixing her a bite to eat. But all he wants to do is take her everywhere. It’s a simple moment, pretty and sweet and hot and I want to live in it forever.

MARCUS PIKE

The Saltwater Room (i): Saw You In The Low Light by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 So the first of her video game AUs is based on Raft, which seems like a fascinating game of sailing a flooded world in search of resources. Coming upon a strange man who is unconcious and tied up on his own raft could mean danger, but I’m glad the reader takes a chance on him. Excited to see what’s next...

Closing Time by @insomniamamma 🪐 It’s not a great new years--he’s getting dragged out by his coworkers and she’s been dumped by her boyfriend just minutes before midnight. But the way they find each other in a bar, the way they find someone to cling to and lean on, the offer of blueberry pancakes...this has my little heart melting over Mr. Perfect Boyfriend.

DIETER BRAVO

Afterpary Blues by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 Even if it started as a PR relationship, even if he can be a bit of a disaster, and even if their agents can’t agree, I 100% it’s in the reader’s best interest to take him back. I mean. I would. Especially if I knew he was jealous of me dancing with someone else....

Interlude: Bravo, Bravo, Bravo by @elegantmusicdragon A quick and precious installment in the animal trainer series (and yes, Margie the goat is present and being sweet). There is one question being asked. One question. And Dieter keeps skirting it. His answer broke me... 😂

DIN DJARIN

untitled by @unhinged-summer-fun This chef!Din x critic!reader piece made me feel so so much. I’m still sitting here shocked by it. When a make-or-break food critic comes to Din’s place of work he isn’t bothered so much about what she’s going to say as what she feels. It’s such a visceral piece, tasty and warm, and I’m just sitting here thinking... more.

JAVIER PEÑA

Naughty List: A Pedrostories Secret Santa Gift Fic! by @something-tofightfor After everything he’s been through, Javi needs time to settle into accepting his feelings...just like the reader needs to settle into being intimate with the prettiest agent to come on back to Loredo. Hence a naughty list, and his complete and sweet acceptance of everything she asks of him. And I melt.

JACK DANIELS

Lovely Weather by @the-blind-assassin-12 The way he plans this getaway for his lady, the care he takes in preparing surprises, the delight he gets in seeing her happy, the absolute perfection this man is when he loves someone. I want it. I want it all. What a perfect Christmas.

Over Ice by @haylzcyon My gods, I love the fluff here. Fake marriage is a normal Spy Thing™, but it also might just be the thing that convinces someone to see you as true potential. I mean, especially when you add in hot chocolate and ice skating and a good heaping of yearning-in-denial. I would love to get paired up with Whiskey in the field--he’d never let you fall. Nor, it seems, you him. And can Halyz write a good kiss? Mm!! *fans self*

FRANKIE MORALES

Let it Snow (ii) by @ezrasbirdie and @lowlights A lot happens in this chapter and much of it is sweet and cute and these two getting to know each other a lot better. There’s some mistletoe and some outdoor activities. Some past-sharing and some warmth-sharing. But I gotta say that Alba and Ollie Clark are my new favorite couple and I love their meddling. I would love to spend Christmas with them. It would be, as the kids say, “a hoot.” But many feels were had in this fic, including some hard ones at the end of this chapter and I’m giving the loving stink-eye to Birdie and Laura until the next chapter....

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Happy New Year by @toomanystoriessolittletime This is such an easy meet-cute, a simple evening of falling for each other, a want-to-know-you-better first date. The fact that he’s willing to meet her where she is--literally--just to take her out to dinner has my heart swooning...

GUEST STAR BLORBOS (DAVID HARBOUR EDITION)

NIKAMUND THE RED

Santa Baby by @writeforfandoms Okay, it hurts me to say that I’ve got a yearning for Santa...but it’s Violent Night Santa whose a bloody Viking and is broad and brawny and cynical and covered in tattoos and I can’t help it. And then Jen goes and writes a smut with him and I’m kind of in a tailspin....

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killyspinacoladas · 1 year

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Me watching Violent Night and seeing David Harbour tie his hair up in a man bun with a rusty nail and beat people to death with a sledgehammer.

#david harbour #violent night #Santa Claus #nikamund the red #I spent the entire movie saying this over and over

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gothgirlmahi · 1 year

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Stocking Stuffer

Pairing: Violent Night (David Harbour) Santa Claus x Reader

Summary: Santa calls you into his office for a private meeting.

Warnings: breeding kink, size kink, unprotected sex, role play, use of “good girl”

Word Count: 1.7K

This was not good. This was not good at all. Never in your life had you been so behind on toy making! This year was insane!

Things weren’t like this a century ago. You could do dolls and toy cars and all sorts of board games with ease. But the kids today? It was Xbox and PlayStation and games you had never even heard of. iPhones and Fortnite and whatever else. It was never ending! It was like Santa wanted to work you all to death!

There was no possible way to keep up with it and he should have known that. You’d been meticulously checking the date and the time crunch was killing you. Every second closer to Christmas was another second you were running behind. You would finish in time, there was no doubt about that. Given that you were the leader for your team, you had a lot of pressure on you. Santa expected his elves to be hard working and pumping out those presents constantly. Normally you all could deliver, but this was obviously no normal year!

He had to understand that, right?

Apparently not. At least that’s what you suspected when you were called from your work station. One of the head elves came to collect you while you were working diligently at your desk. You couldn’t understand what could be so important to tell you during work hours. Then he dropped the bomb that Santa wanted to see you personally.

Look. You had seen Santa plenty of times when he was giving speeches and instructions, but never alone. What if he was mad at you? Oh god, what if he fired you? Could you all even get fired? Maybe you’d been watching too many human TV shows. Whatever was going on, it had your palms sweaty and your heart racing.

He led you to Santa’s office and left. Leaving you to stare down those big red and white doors you had never been inside without others to accompany you. You supposed it was now or never so you knocked.

“Who is it?” he responded after a moment’s silence. You said your name and he made a noise in affirmation before the door was pulled open.

You drew in a breath in awe as you looked up at him.

Of course you’d seen Santa plenty of times but hardly ever got this close to him. It was funny. None of the interpretations ever seemed to do him any justice. He wasn’t just some chubby old man with a white beard. He was, to your own admission, a very attractive man. With a grey beard and pretty hair that you sometimes dreamed of raking your fingers through. And he was so big. Tall, you mean. You of course didn’t know how big he was in any other areas.

Of course not.

“Just who I wanted to see. Come in.” He moved aside to let you in the door. You walked in and he closed the door behind you.

You’d been in his office before but never really had the time to look around. It was filled with little knickknacks and decorations, lots of red and white decor, and candy canes hanging from nearly every surface possible.

He gestured for you to sit in one of the chairs in front of his desk and you did, while he went and sat at his own chair behind the desk. The stern expression on his face did nothing to settle your unease.

“I hear your unit is behind this year. Do you care to explain?”

You were fully ready to grovel and beg. So you did.

“It’s been hard this year. You know, with gathering supplies and making the toys. I’ve never been late before! I’m certain we’ll have everything ready by Christmas Eve.”

He nodded, arms folded and a thoughtful look on his face.

“I hope you’re right. Everything must be ready on time. Wouldn’t it be tragic if we couldn’t deliver on our promises to the children? Imagine their sad faces.”

The thought of it made you want to cry. You’d never want to make a child sad! Your whole life revolved around creating things to make them happy!

“I’m sorry, Santa! We will have everything finished in time. We’ll do as much overtime as possible and get it done.”

He nodded before pressing his fingers to his temples, massaging them gently.

“This stress of this year has taken such a great toll on me. I’ve found myself in dire need of relief.”

Santa looked terribly stressed. You pushed forward in your chair, leaning over the desk.

“You shouldn’t feel so bad. None of this is your own fault. We’re all dealing with so many issues this year. Is there anything I can do to help you?”

“Well, there might be one thing. I was looking down in your section and you’re very productive. It’s just, that area isn’t great with stocking stuffers. We’ve had this problem with your section year after year and I think you need a demonstration.”

“A demonstration? On how to…make stocking stuffers?”

Santa shrugged folding his hands as he sat back in his chair.

“I was thinking more so a demonstration on getting stuffed.”

You blinked in confusion.

“I’m not sure I understand.”

Santa gave you a smile and a nod.

“Stand up and I’m sure I can show you.”

You stood up and carefully eyed the man in front of you as he rounded the desk, coming to stand right behind you. When you went to turn around, he held his hands firmly on your shoulders to keep you from moving. He pressed a strong hand to the middle of your back, slowly pushing you down until your upper half was flat on his desk.

When you felt him press his hips against yours, your eyes widened in surprise.

“I think I get it now,” you said, waiting in anxious anticipation for what he was going to do to you.

“You always were a smart one. Now just relax.”

He pushed your skirt up so it bunched around your waist then you heard him fiddling with the zipper of his pants. He easily ripped your panties off of you and threw them somewhere in his office.

You let out a gasp as the head of his cock pressed through your wet folds. He pushed into you slowly until his hips met your ass. Both of you groaned once he bottomed out. Santa took a firm grip in the meat of your thighs and slowly pulled out just to go back in with a vicious thrust that ripped a scream from you. He took up an absolute maniacal rhythm that had you moaning with each meeting of your skin.

“I needed this,” he murmured. His voice sounded strained.

You pressed your cheek into the desk, face staring at the wall but body fully immersed in what he was doing to you. One particular thrust had your back arching towards him and your nails digging into the wood below you.

“Oh, is that it? Is that your spot?”

Santa gently set one of your legs up on the desk and pounded you, making a wet slapping noise that echoed through the room. The change in position also enabled him to hit that spot again and again and again until your eyes were rolling my back.

“Santa, please! Fuck me! Oh my god, fuck me!”

He groaned, shuddering a bit when your cunt squeezed around him.

“Call me Nick.”

His cock felt amazing inside you. Thick and hitting every good spot imaginable. We’re you drooling? Oh, that would be so embarrassing. But you could barely form a thought past the thick meat slamming into your little pussy.

“This tiny cunt feels so fucking good strangling my cock. Fuck, with a cunt like this, you’ve gotta be on the naughty list.”

“No, no,” you begged, “I’ve been so good.”

“Shh. I know you’ve been good. You’re always so good for me. This cunt is mine. Only mine. You’re always so fucking good for me.”

“I’ll be so good,” you but your lip as you felt yourself getting close to tumbling off the edge, “always good for you.”

“Mmhmm. Good girls cum when asked. Are you gonna cum for me, gorgeous?”

“I—“ you couldn’t get your reply out before he was reaching under both of you to roughly rub at your clit. Your legs shook as you creamed around him. You were fairly certain you felt a little trickle of liquid come out of you while he kept pounding you, prolonging your orgasm and making you go absolutely stupid on his dick.

“I’m gonna give you your present a little early, honey. Shit, I can’t last much longer.”

“Please,” was the only thing you could manage to murmur.

“Santa’s gonna give you something special only you can have. But it’s gonna take nine months to get.”

You squeezed around him even tighter after hearing that, pulling a strangled groan from him as he filled you with his warm cream. The feeling of being filled by him had you coming again, writhing around and shaking while he kept your hips in place. He came so much it was dripping down your thighs and onto the floor.

When he finally pulled out, he stopped to press a kiss to your back. You were too exhausted to move.

“You were right,” he said, “I like the role play. It’s fun.”

“I told you. It’s nice to switch things up now and then,” you said, still with your cheek against the desk. He laughed and trailed his finger down your dripping sex, causing you to jolt a bit.

“As long as I get to fill you with baby batter, I’ll do whatever you want.”

“Fuck, Nick! I told you to stop calling it baby batter! It’s weird!”

“It is baby batter. Isn’t that’s the whole point?”

“Yeah, but I mean…” you trailed off, pushing yourself off the desk with some help from your husband. You felt your combined fluids steadily leaking out of you and crossed your legs uncomfortably.

“We are kind of behind on production, though,” he murmured, leaning down to get closer to eye level with you. You stood on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his lips.

“Back to work for both of us then,” you said, fixing your skirt. He nodded with a smile.

“Back to work, Mrs. Claus.”

#violent night #Santa claus x reader #david harbour x reader #violent night fanfic #nikamund the red x reader

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eupheme · 2 years

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❅ SANTA, BABY

ViolentNight!Santa x F!Reader

Rated E - 3.k

Tags: (magical) age difference, improper use of walkie-talkies, assumptions about how the Santa thing works, established relationship, holiday booty call, pretend quid pro quo, oral (m rec.), unprotected PiV (wrap it up!), creampie, praise, voice & size kink, teasing, & lots of soft smut and fluff

Summary:

“You know, I asked for you this year. If you stopped by, you could knock a present off your list early. Get a head start?”

“Oh, yeah?” He rasps, his voice low and smooth, “That’s assuming you’re on the nice list, sweetheart. We both know you haven’t been in years.”

A/N - cursed with thoughts after watching the trailer, and unfortunately I’ve decided to share them ❄️💕

The plastic of the walkie-talkie rests against your lips as you hold it, eyes watching the minutes tick by on your phone.

11:55, 56, 57, 58, 59-

At the stroke of midnight, you’re flicking on the dial, the device crackling to life. You don’t have to adjust the station. It’s never changed.

Because after all - there’s only one thing you need it for.

“Hi, honey.” You coo into the small mic, waiting for a reply.

He never leaves you waiting long - but there’s a tired edge to his voice when he answers, “Hi yourself. Midnight already?”

“Mmhmm. It is here, anyways.”

A slight hiccup in the means of your communication. The device - one set of a few pairs in existence - only seems to reach him in December, when the holiday was in full swing. Same with the small chimney in your living room.

So, you made the most of it, meeting as much as you can in the small window of 31 days - before it goes silent, and the chute gets blocked off again.

You can hear a rough curse on the other end, then a low sigh, “I’m still at the workshop, it’s been a mess this year. Sorry baby, looks like I’m running late tonight.”

Disappointment lances through you, but you’re still just happy to hear his voice, “Do you need to go?”

“Nah. Waiting on a fix for one of the machines in the factory. He’s on his way, I’ve got a few.”

“How long of a wait?” You fish - thinking you’d settle for something quick tonight, if you had to, “You know, I asked for you this year. If you stopped by, you could knock a present off your list early. Get a head start?”

“Oh, yeah?” He rasps, his voice low and smooth, “That’s assuming you’re on the nice list, sweetheart. We both know you haven’t been in years.”

You grin, teeth sinking into your lip, “Mm, and whose fault is that? I was perfectly respectable before you.”

He hums, amused, “Is that right?”

“Mhmm.” You’re still smiling. If you close your eyes, it’s almost like he’s there in the room with you, “Maybe you could straighten it out for me. Put in a good word with the big man?”

“I think I can manage that.” A low laugh rumbles on the other end of the line - the sound shooting straight to the aching spot between your thighs.

His voice always did that to you - the sound has you wistful, needy, the words coming out before you can stop them.

“I miss you.”

It was hard, not seeing him for 11 months, other than the occasional weekend where you could both slip away, meet in the middle. You couldn’t come to see him - that would mean a much more intimate commitment. Something you both had been dancing around for a long time.

Something never fully admitted.

He’s silent for a long moment, but you think you can hear something similar mirrored in his own answer, “I miss you, too.”

“Will you come? When you’re done?” You hold your breath - but despite all his gruffness, you know that deep down, he’s soft.

“Yeah, baby.” He relents, and you think you can hear the smile in his voice, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

It’s late - hours later, when you hear the rhythmic clunk of heavy boots across the hardwood floor, the soft jingle of his bag with every step.

You’re sleepy, dozing as you had waited, curled up with a blanket on the couch - knowing that it’d be the first place he looked. Keeping a heavy-lidded eye on the brick fireplace, where the brightly-colored bulbs twinkle on and off.

They always had been your favorite - the string of lights had been put up the day after Halloween. Unable to resist, even if your friends had rolled their eyes when they saw them.

Eyes blinking open to find him standing in front of you - broad-shouldered and filling your view, the curls of gold from his journey still glittering around him. Dropping the bag next to the armchair that just sits to the side, the usual spot.

“Hi.” You coo, pushing yourself up as you stretch.

“Hi.” He smiles, as his eyes snag on your clothes - or lack of. Wrapped in lingerie that looked like it could be made of red ribbons and lace, almost matching the shade of his suit.

“Oh, just look at you.” The looks darken, as he approaches. Swiping the hair tie on the side table from where it rested next to a plate of cookies you had left out. Replacing it with the hat and wire-framed glasses he’s just removed, “I thought I was the present, not the other way around.”

You preen under his gaze, letting the blankets fall away further, exposing more of your body - shifting to the side so he can sit down.

The old couch creaking as he joins you, a weary sigh as he sinks into the worn cushions. Teeth biting down and then tearing the black leather gloves from his hands, before an arm reaches out to curl around your waist, pulling you to him.

Your hand splaying across his chest, gripping on to the velvet and fur as his mouth finds yours. A low groan in his throat as his own hands wander over skin and lace, squeezing, groping, tugging until you’re half sitting in his lap.

He tastes like you remember, your tongue darting out to brush against his lip, until they part for you. Cinnamon and spice and the bite of something sharp, like whisky - making you melt against him.

Reacquainting yourself to the scratch of his beard when you press yourself closer, the soft curls of his long hair when your fingers twist in him, pulling another moan.

Eventually pulling back for a breath, your lips kiss-swollen, a warmth in your chest that travels downwards. You squirm against him, the thigh pressed between your own, as he smiles, mouth dropping to your chin, then your jaw.

“I talked to the big man for you, like you asked.” He presses open-mouthed kiss to your neck then, and it distracts you - making you momentarily forget your earlier jest.

“Oh yeah?” It comes out breathy, fingers sliding from his hair, dropping down to grasp at his shoulders.

“Mhmm.” He hums, before pausing to seal his lips against your throat, sucking a mark that makes you gasp, “He said if you were good for me, he’d reconsider.”

That makes you laugh, as his hand drops from your waist to your ass - fingers squeezing as he rocks you against his thigh, a spark of pleasure igniting with the friction.

“That’s kind of him.” You manage, and he’s pulling back, a hazy look in his own eyes, “Did he say how?”

He smiles again.

“I have a few ideas.”

Eyes dropping to your mouth as his hand cups your jaw - before a thumb smooths over your lip, pressing down. Waiting for them to close around it and suck, sighing when they do.

“Will you, baby?” He asks, his voice smoky and low and at that moment, you think you’d agree to anything, “Be good for me?”

His thumb pulls from you, smoothing across your lip again as you nod, “Always.”

“That’s my girl.”

The praise makes your chest ache, as you lift off him, sliding down to the floor instead - kneeling between his thighs where the blanket pools, soft under your shins.

Peeking up at him with parted lips as you watch him unclasp the crimson jacket, work open the leather belt with the heavy golden buckle. When the coat parts you can see where he strains for you, his cock pressing against the soft fabric of his pants.

Hips lifting to push them down, the patterned, forest-green boxers barely past his thighs before you’re reaching - eager for him.

“Fuck, baby.” He groans, when your tongue swipes over the weeping tip, the wet bead of precum. Swallowing it down before your lips wrap around him, your fist following. Spreading your spit with each pump, until he’s slick and shining with you.

You hum, trying to take him deep, ignoring the ache in your jaw, the way that your mouth floods with saliva as you gag. His lips are parted, panting as he sinks further into the couch - letting your other hand brace on his thick thigh for balance.

His hand reaching down to cup the soft weight of your breast, thumb smoothing over the budded peak of your nipple. Tugging the cups down so he can watch the way they sway when you suck his cock - unable to hold back his own moans when you swallow around him.

“Haven’t jerked off in a week.” He grunts out, teeth clenched as your eyes lift to his again, “Wanted to wait for your call.”

Carefully easing you off his cock then - watching as you lick your lips, breaking the string of spit that clings to the flushed tip.

“Not going to waste it on your mouth, no matter how fucking good it feels.”

You grin, standing as he pats his thigh, your thumbs tucking in the waistband of your panties. But he’s reaching for you, catching your hands as he tugs you towards him again.

“Leave them on baby, please.”

Hands still on your hips as he helps you lower yourself onto his lap. Waiting until you’re seated, his cock trapped between your clothed pussy and the curve of his stomach before the tugs the hair tie from his wrist.

Bundling his silver hair back into a messy knot as you shift against him, before stealing another kiss. The grind of your hips interrupted when his fingers slide against the curve of fabric at your thigh, before slipping underneath.

The gasp high in your throat when he pets at you, his own rumbling groan when he feels how you’re soaked for him. Fingers circling over the bead of your clit, watching the way your lips part in a gasp as he just begins to press down.

Before they move again, until the tip of his finger presses against your entrance. The slightest resistance, before it slides in. First one knuckle, and then another, until he’s cupping you.

“Nick.” You groan - it feels like you’re throbbing for him, impossibly wound up, “Please. I need you.”

Fingers slide over his cock again, trying to lift your hips as he tugs you back down.

“Need to get you ready.” He murmurs, against your mouth, lips dropping to drag against your chin.

A slow thrust of his fingers, and normally you’d agree. He’s big, thick - but you’ve been waiting for weeks, months.

“I want you now. I want to feel you, even when you leave.” You beg - and it does something to him, a glint to his bright, icy blue eyes.

His cock twitches against your stomach, and you know he’ll give in. Fingers withdraw, hooking around the gusset of your panties, pulling them to the side.

Letting you lift up this time, your hands resting on broad shoulders as his other hand holds his cock steady for you. Unable to resists sliding it across your folds, bumping it against your clit, before letting it press against your entrance.

Your head tilts back as you sink down onto him, his cock splitting you open, a ragged sound ripping from your throat. His own rough exhale feeling the tight, wet grip of your cunt as you slow take him.

Until you’re flush with the coarse, silver curls, until it feels like he’s filling you completely. You can’t do much more than pant as his hands slide beneath your thighs, gripping on as he lifts you. Dragging his length along your walls with one thrust, and then another.

You keen, rocking against him, finding a rhythm as you brace yourself on his shoulders. Pressing yourself against the soft curve of his stomach and chest, his hands moving to your hips.

His head tilting until he can mouth at your breasts, the tip of his tongue teasing a nipple until his teeth scrape against it. It makes you clench, his mouth leaving wet marks as he moves to the other one, leaving you groaning.

“Feels so good. Waited so long-” You moan, arching into his mouth, where he hums in agreement.

A groan, his eyes bright as his head tilts back so he can see you.

“I know, baby. Should come stay with me,” he breathes out, and it makes you stutter, fingers curling in his jacket.

Blinking, as his eyes roll shut in pleasure, still murmuring, “There’s so many of those lights that you love. They’re everywhere, could fuck you all the time underneath them. You’d look so pretty.”

You’re not sure if it’s a real invitation or a fantasy, but it fuels the building pleasure that coils in your stomach. A familiar throb that has you riding him a little faster, the slap of your thighs against his hips as you lean down to kiss him.

His hand sliding down to where you’re joined, fingers rubbing circles on your clit. Just the tiny bit more that you needed, the steady bounce on his cock getting sloppy as you start to tremble.

You’re chanting, not sure if it’s your answer, or just to make sure that he doesn’t stop, not for anything. The words repeated, “yes, yes, god yes, please-”

His own rough answer, ground out through gritted teeth as his hips meet you, thrusting up, burying himself deep into you.

“Come on baby, wanna feel you come. Been waiting so long, let me feel you-”

You shatter. Pushing yourself down onto his cock, the bouncing turning into a slow grind as your head drops against his shoulder. Fingers gripping his jacket so hard they ache.

“That’s it.” He talks you through it, a rumble of three pleased chuckles that you can feel in his chest, “Come on my cock, baby. Just like that.”

Fingers slowing just enough that you’ve not overwhelmed, drawing out the tight pulse of your orgasm.

Leaving you boneless against him, panting into his neck as you sag against his solid frame. It’s so much harder to move now, to start your rhythm again. Your first two bounces are still sloppy, a weak attempt at best as you use his shoulders for leverage.

He watches you, arms resting along the back of the couch - an eyebrow raised. A huff of a laugh when you half-heartedly glare at him, until his hands move to your hips again, slowing your movements.

“I wear you out, baby?” He croons, with eyes only for you - teasing. “Too tired to keep fucking me?”

You huff, but he’s not wrong - it’s hard work, and you were already tired before. With a grunt he lifts you off him, as you squeak in surprise.

Easing out from under you, leaving you facing the back of the couch as he stands - moving behind you. You think you get it now, pushing yourself onto your knees, leaning your elbows against the cushion as you bend at the waist for him.

A hand smoothes down the curve of your ass, snagging on the hem of your panties, dragging them down. The fabric at the center damp and dark, leaving them around your thighs as he angles you further, bending you more.

“So fuckin’ pretty, you know that?” He rasps - and then he’s pressing into your heat again.

You gasp, the sound low in your throat as he sheathes himself with a slow thrust, and then another. His stomach pressed against your ass, before a hand anchors on your waist, the other sliding between your breasts. Tugging you upward, until you’re flush with his chest.

If you felt full before, then you must have forgotten how it felt to take him like this. Each thrust feels like it’s in your guts, in your throat, until you’re choking on him.

It’s amazing how fast he finds the spot that turns your words into just sounds - like no time had passed at all. You weak gasps as his cock drags against a spot that has you seeing stars, fingers wrapping around his thick wrist as he holds you against him.

His nose presses into your neck, his mouth hot against your skin as he groans with you. Each thrust loud as he pushes himself in the warm channel of your cunt, again and again.

“You soaked my cock, sweetheart. Just listen to how wet you are.”

Your moan is weak, you’re not sure you’ll last much longer. But he’s there with you, his breath a harsh gasp in your ear as his head tilts back.

“Nick, I’m, ah-” you gasp, and you can feel the scrape of his beard against your cheek, the drag of his lips.

“I know, baby. Once more, for me.”

The hand on your hip sliding to press against your clit again - and then, you’re there. Pinned against him as you come around him again, his own broken moan as his hips snap against yours.

Until they slow, one more thrust as he growls a low “fuck” - as he presses deep, spilling into you. Painting your walls with each pulse of his cock, the sound from lips dragging out as you flutter around him. Milking him, taking everything he has.

His grip on your loosening, a soft kiss pressed against your jaw as he eases out of you. The slightest ache afterwards that you know you’ll feel tomorrow - though the thought makes you sigh, not minding at all.

Leaving you sagging against the couch as he grabs a cloth from the kitchen. Admiring his release that leaks from you, smeared across your inner thighs, before the warm cloth passes over them.

Spending the little time he has to still take care of you - like you knew he would. It’s why you’ve stayed all this time. Why his request is still repeating in the back of your mind.

Later, you sigh as your head rests against his bare chest - any tension in your muscles long gone. Legs like jello, still warm and cozy in your afterglow.

The sweetness of the icing melts on your tongue, your hand reaching down lazily to the floor to grab another cookie - snapping it down the middle.

“Worth the wait?” He asks idly, lips pressing against the crown of your head, before accepting the half you offer him.

As if it wasn’t, always.

“Yeah.” You sigh.

“Just want I wanted.”

#Santa x reader #Santa x f!reader #ViolentNight!Santa x Reader #Nikamund the Red x reader #Violent Night #santa harbour x reader

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illusioninfnty · 7 months

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kinktober 2023 masterlist

1st — pegging. jack mercer

2nd — choking. marc spector

3rd — quickie. samantha giddings

4th — cockwarming. "red-haired" shanks

5th — nipple play. alicent hightower

6th — dry humping. monkey d. luffy

7th — face fucking. simon “ghost” riley

8th — almost getting caught. joel miller

9th — size difference. jim hopper

10th — breeding kink. harwin strong

11th — mutual masturbation. ethan landry

12th — public sex. billy hargrove

13th — mommy kink. brahms heelshire

14th — face sitting. john price

15th — keeping quiet. billy loomis & stu macher

16th — toys. nami

17th — thigh riding. santa, "nikamund the red"

18th — orgasm control. rhaenrya targaryen

19th — 69ing. emily davis

20th — cock worship. rafe cameron

21st — spitroasting. roronoa zoro & vinsmoke sanji

22nd — hate fucking. matthias helvar

23rd — virginity loss. bo sinclair

24th — primal play. mike munroe

25th — humiliation. vinsmoke sanji

26th — sensory deprivation. chris redfield

27th — cuckolding. michael myers

28th — dubcon. jacob custos

29th — somnophilia. roronoa zoro

30th — corruption. dani

31st — sex pollen. buggy the clown

welcome to my very first kinktober! buckle up and enjoy the ride!

@gogogodzilla and I are doing the same kinks, if you want to check their fics out too :)

if you prefer to read on ao3, the link to the series is here

see you soon...

#masterlist #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober masterlist #illusion's masterlist

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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Character List:

>I'm always open for more character suggestions!<

Albert Shaw/The Grabber from The Black Phone

Arthur Harrow from Moon Knight

King Aurvandil War-Raven from The Northman

Chet Baker from Born To Be Blue

Edward Dalton from Daybreakers

Ellison Oswalt from Sinister

Goodnight Robicheaux from The Magnificent Seven

James Sandin from The Purge

Jolly the Space Pimp from Valerian and the City of a Thousand Planets

Les Keffy from Ten Thousand Saints

Paul from In A Valley Of Violence

Ray Harris from Raymond and Ray

Russell Millings from Adopt a Highway

Troy Dyer from Reality Bites

Tucker Crowe from Juliet, Naked

Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian from Black Widow

Chief Jim Hopper from Stranger Things

Nikamund the Red/Santa Claus from Violent Night

I also write group preferences 😉

Prompts:

(These are just suggestions! Feel free to send in your own or if you just wanna talk headcanons ☺️)

Kink Prompt List

A/B/O Prompt List

Dirty Prompt List

Spicy Prompt List

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist

Masterlist

What I Will NOT Write For:

Self harm

Dom!reader

Angst

Anal sex/Pegging

Su!c!dal thoughts

Other:

My Reddit Videos

I have no decency so nothing is too filthy 😈

I love writing about the Omegaverse (and honestly any other Alternative Universe 😏)

I mostly prefer writing smut/romance over anything else ❤

I also prefer only writing for femReader 🤷🏼‍♀️ it's just easier

My inbox open even if you just want to chat about these characters 😊

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Okay, I know I could but I won't because I'm not that good and it's frustrating so I prefer to give the ingredients and you cook as you wish I don't care.

For another Santa David Harbour Claus fic, I'd love sth where the reader is a young woman who studies Norse mythology and she's a young teacher in this subject at University.

One night a week before Christmas she's babysitting her sibling who's 6 y/o and asks what the reader asks Santa Claus, even if she didn't believe anymore but still has Christmas spirit, she answers she would love to meet a real Viking and learn more about the era.

On the night of Christmas, the reader meets Nikamund the Red.

Oooooh this is a fun one! I can definitely see this. I like that reader already studies Norse mythology.

I mean, as a historian myself, I cannot tell you how accurate that wish is. To wish to meet someone from your area of study is just. Yes. I have done many many hours of bitching personally because my area of study doesn't have a lot of written material left (Spartans did not write a lot down apart from military things like treatises) and it drove me NUTS. So I feel this wish in my soul.

I think this could be a lot of fun! It is a great premise. I think you should write it! It sounds like you'd have a lot of fun writing it. And I'd love to see where you take it!

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whatsonmedia · 1 year

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Film Friday- 5 Selected Movies of this week!

It’s Cynthia the WhatsOn editorial presenting the film review of the week. Watching movies is one of the most appreciated entertainment sources. When we get bored, we can watch movies with friends and family. A movie can make one’s day happier than anything else. I hope these following movies will going to make your weekend better. Have a good movie time!! 1. Violent Night On December 2, 2022, Violent Night was released in the United States and Canada. This is an American Christmas action-comedy film. Here we see David Harbour as Santa Claus / Nikamund the Red. A prime team of slaves breaks into a family compound on Christmas Eve. They take everyone in and make them prisoners. However, they do not know that there is a hidden attacker. Santa Clause is on the field, he is about to prove why Nick is not a holy being. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a53e4HHnx_s 2. Emily the Criminal Emily the Criminal is an American movie. It is a crime-thriller film directed and written by John Patton Ford. We can find here Aubrey Plaza as Emily Benetto. Frozen in student loans and unable to find a job, a college student gets involved in a credit card sham. She also keeps buying risky products with that stolen credit card. This movie tells us how some innocent people become a criminal falsely. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xzf1YCEkLDI 3. Dobaaraa Dobaaraa is a Hindi language film. It’s a science fiction mystery thriller movie. Taapsee Pannu plays lead role as Antara Awasthi/Antara Vasishth. In this movie, a 12 years old boy gets in trouble. A young lady gets the chance to save that boy who is the beholder of death in a thunderstorm. This occurrence happened 25 years ago. The interesting part, the young woman connects with the boy through television during the allied thunderstorm in the present. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DoAouCAhDW0 4. Raavan Raavan is an Indian Bangla action-thriller film. It released on 29th April 2022. The lead character is played by Jeet as Professor Ram Mukherjee/Raavan. In this movie, a fighting soul against an evil person is in focus. This is a story about each good people out there who also combat devils. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAu4PFnZzWM 5. Smile Smile is an American movie. It is a psychological horror art film. Written and directed by Parker Finn. In casting, Sosie Bacon acted as Dr. Rose Cotter, a psychiatrist, and Meghan Brown Pratt as 10-year-old Rose. The smile was released on September 22, 2022 (Fantastic Fest), and September 30, 2022 (United States). After witnessing a peculiar and shocking incident involving her treatment case, she is facing abnormal instances but she cannot explain it. When an unexpected terror starts to take over her life, she has to face her unpleasant past to survive in her new reality. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcDK7lkzzsU Read the full article

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day 17 ; thigh riding

↠ santa, "nikamund the red" x reader

fandom: violent night word count: 494 warnings: nsfw 18+, dirty talk, no actual use of the name santa

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

“Have you been naughty or nice this year?”

You stop grinding on his thigh.

“Stop fucking around, Nick.”

You always love sitting on Nick’s lap. He’s a big man, and the size of his thighs exist in proportion to the rest of his massive body. They provide comfort and pleasure as you sit on top of them. But all the Santa shit he tries to pull when you do it really just makes you cringe.

“Oh, come on! You’re literally in the perfect position. Let me have some fun.” Nick throws his hands up in exasperation and you roll your eyes at him.

“That may be fun for you, but certainly not for me,” you say as you continue your movement again. The heat of his thigh rubs so perfectly against your pussy, the only barriers being his thin pants and your underwear. You hit a new angle as you shift your position, and you have to bite your lip to contain your moans.

“Now do your real job and help me.”

Nick wraps his hands around your waist and maneuvers you back and forth against his thigh. The friction increases, and so does the pressure on your clit as he presses up against you.

Your body aches with the feeling of him so close to you. “Fuck, baby, just like that.”

Your eyes close in pleasure and you wrap your hands around his neck, tangling them in the curls at the nape. You kiss his jaw, your lips hitting his full beard in the process. Nick’s strong, calloused hands hold your body in place. His fingers mold into your skin, refusing to let you go.

“Love seeing you fall apart like this. My desperate girl.” His whispers in your ear sends chills down your spine, your senses alright heightened from the contact with him. You whine at his words as they cause heat to stir in your belly.

You’re entirely overwhelmed at this point; you grope blindly at Nick, trying to find the best place to cling onto him as you continue to rock back and forth against his clothed thigh. He spanks you and your breath hitches before letting out a small yelp of surprise.

“Gonna cum for me?”

You nod furiously, unable to trust your voice right now. All of your focus is on Nick’s thighs and your impending orgasm.

You roll your hips onto him faster and faster; desperately chasing the high that you know is approaching. Your body loses all of its rhythm as your clit grinds harder onto his thigh.

The pressure is too much now; you throw your head back and your mouth opens in a silent scream. Your orgasm washes over you intensely, the wetness in your underwear increasing by tenfold.

Your body trembles in the aftermath, all strength leaving as you collapse into Nick’s chest. He lets out a deep chuckle and pets your hair.

“You're definitely on the naughty list for that.”

“Shut up!”

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #violent night #santa claus x reader #david harbour #santa claus

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My works are not to be translated or posted onto any other site! My works are also prohibited from being fed into ChatGPT and any other AI sites!

*must be 18+ to interact*

divider created by @saradika

* indicates smut

updated: 07/03/23

Arcane (2021)

Mel Medarda - Jayce

Envy*

A Violent Night (2022)

Nikamund the Red

Joyful Night*

Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (2022)

Jonathan “John” Price

From Russia, With Love

Minx (2022)

Doug Renetti

Starfish*

Peaky Blinders (2013)

Thomas “Tommy” Shelby

The Duchess of London

The Wrath of a Mother

Prospect (2018)

Ezra

The Architecture of Murder (1) (2)

Sherlock Holmes (2009)

Sherlock Holmes - John Watson

The Heiress of Misfortune

The Bear (2022)

Michael Berzatto

The Only Exception* [extended cut]

The Mentalist (2008)

Marcus Pike

The Take Over (1) (2)

To the Ends of the Earth (1) (2) (3) (4)

One Way or Another

The Witcher (2019)

Triss Merigold

Iridescent*

#cinewhore masterlist #cinewhore

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wayward-persephone · 2 years

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Masterlist (pt. 2)

(Started 09/25/2022)

(Pt.1)

Albert Shaw/The Grabber

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Arthur Harrow

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9

Edward Dalton

Troy Dyer

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

Goodnight Robicheaux

1 - 2

Ellison Oswalt

1 - 2

King Aurvandil War-Raven

James Sandin

Russell Millings

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Sal Procida

Travis Conrad

Ernst Toller

1 - 2 - 3

Paul

James Costa

Chet Baker

John Brown

Tucker Crowe

Everett Lewis

Lars Nystrom

1 - 2 - 3

Vincent Freeman

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Les Keffy

1 -2

Ray Harris

1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Jolly the Space Pimp

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian

1 - 2

Chief Jim Hopper

Nikamund the Red/Santa Claus

All Characters

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21

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whatsonmedia · 1 year

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Film Friday- 5 Selected Movies of this week!

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Film Friday- 5 Selected Movies of this week!

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