#december event 2022

[mamamittens]

Sweet Gifts Unwrapped (+18)

Day #4 of the 2022 December Event!

Fandom: One Piece

Ship: KatakuriXWife!F!Reader

Warnings: Lingerie, intimate massage, oral sex, unsafe sex, cowgirl sex position, briefly mentioned bath/shower sex, and what’s basically marathon sex for Christmas (because you're a gross, in love couple).

Word Count: 2,563

@bookandyarndragon

Finally managed to finish it, sorry for the long wait! Let me know if I need to make any changes!

Katakuri returned home after a long evening finalizing plans for the holiday season. There was a surprising amount of detail that went into the festivities that he was to watch over, though he could do without the long hours away from home… and his lovely wife. Who’d been acting quite suspicious lately. Giggling and gazing lovingly at him before abruptly returning to her previous task. Brushing off his questions with a coy smile.

This kind of behavior would never be tolerated if it was anyone else—not even entertained really. He worked hard to maintain his public mask. The unflinching, unfailing older brother. Never seen as weak for even a moment (unless you happened too be in a very select group of people). He went to quite the extremes to ensure that. So, it was quite odd to see such bold behavior of his sweet wife. While she never failed to express her love and admiration of him it was never this… teasing.

She seemed so busy with this mysterious secret that whenever he thought they were finally indulging in sexual activities she’d leap up and go attend to some secret task. Giggling the whole time with a smile that promised him the wait would be worth it.

Actually… Katakuri narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

The many meetings he had today were almost entirely superfluous. He barely needed to be there at all. Almost… almost like someone had done all the hard work ahead of time.

“Ah…” Katakuri mused on the thought before smiling. He suspected he knew what secret project his wife had been working on now. Tugging his scarf off now that he was securely within his own home—the private section no staff was allowed in—Katakuri was quick to dress down.

He should check and make sure, but he already knew he had to work hard tonight to show his appreciation to his lovely wife. Putting on more modest house shoes, Katakuri paused at the trail of ribbon running across the hallway floor into the kitchen. There it ended in a bow on the handle of a large food tray. Decorated with meats, cheeses, and a selection of crackers that made his mouth water. There was a note written in golden calligraphy on the tray.

Picking it up to read, Katakuri couldn’t resist scooping up a ‘rose’ made of rolled up meat and cheese on a cracker. It tasted quite good and was high quality.

Taste as you wish,

But join me in the bedroom?

(I have sparkling wine and a gift for you)

Yours~

Katakuri chuckled, removing the long ribbon and winding it up in his pocket as a keepsake before taking the tray with him. Occasionally failing to resist the urge to have another helping as he walked to the most private and secure section of his home.

The door was cracked open just enough to reveal a familiar red ribbon trailing into the bedroom. Eagerly, Katakuri pushed it open and found the lights were out. Only candlelight illuminated their shared space in intimate and soft golden light. On the bedside table was a bucket with ice and the promised sparkling wine. Two glasses sat beside it. But the one he came to see, his love, was nowhere to be found.

Soft hands pressed against his back gently, startling him.

“Ah-ah~ No looking, darling! Lay down on the bed.” Lips whispered against his skin as his shirt was tugged off slowly. Katakuri hummed in agreement easily, allowing the removal of his clothes. Though sadly his pants remained in place.

Amused and intrigued, he followed the directions given to him and laid down on his stomach, not looking back. As a reward he received a gentle kiss on his neck and a plate of sweets dropped in front of him. Baked cookies and different cake slices crowded the porcelain in an alluring display that, despite his eager interest, failed to distract him from the sight that was undoubtedly behind him.

Those familiar, soft hands ran over his back in smooth motions, digging into his tensed muscles until they relaxed one by one. There was also a very familiar weight settled over his ass. Something like silk teasing the skin of his lower back. Katakuri just knew that if he looked, his wife would be wearing something quite interesting. But the growing heat in his body tempted him.

He wanted to see how far she would take this.

“What’s this all about, love?” Katakuri murmured as he ate a cake slice whole.

“Heard it was the season and thought you deserved a treat.” His wife whispered into his ear as she worked on a particularly stubborn knot on his shoulder. Katakuri couldn’t help grunting a bit as it released suddenly under her hands.

“I already married the loveliest lady there is. Can’t get much sweeter than that.” Katakuri muttered, snagging more sweets to indulge his sweet tooth since his growing erection was clearly not going to be addressed anytime soon. One hunger for another as it were.

He received a small kiss behind his ear with a chuckle, warm breath curling over his skin intimately.

“You say the sweetest things to me, darling.” His love whispered, tenderly resting her hands on his shoulder blades. “But you haven’t even seen your real present yet.” she teased, lightly forcing his head back down when he turned to look back with a click of her tongue.

Bemused, Katakuri followed her quiet instructions and resigned himself to enjoying a more traditional dessert rather than the tasty surprise he knew she was hiding. Allowing his tenses muscles to melt under her tender love and care as he only grew hungrier, even after polishing off the plate of home baked goods.

The candles dripped and flickered lower as she worked over him with such dedication his throat thickened. Briefly overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his arms and sighed. Breath hitching when she began to tug off his pants. Eagerly, he assisted without looking back, his cock aching from sheer relief as he kicked off the last of his clothes. She laughed at him but any sting of embarrassment was soothed by soft hands cradling his hips, nails teasing along the edge of his pelvic bone as she rubbed at the indents in his waist from the tight fit.

Katakuri groaned, long and deep, as she fondled his ass and glutes specifically. Never drifting too close to his balls or aching cock as pre was smeared into the comforter. His fists were clenched tight as his lungs began to ache. Her hands now rubbing along his thighs methodically. He wasn’t sure if he should be grateful she moved on or wish she would go back and finish the job. Shuddering, he bit his lip to keep from cumming prematurely. The images in his head of her mysterious ‘gift’ a delightful torment to go along with her dedication to worshiping his body thoroughly.

He was going to enjoy returning the favor.

Fingertips brushed over the soles of his feet as she laughed, tapping his side. More than ready, he flipped over quickly and froze. Elbows underneath him as he gawked at his beautiful minx of a wife.

Glowing in candlelight, the lingerie cradled every curve while hiding nothing. Bare save for a sheer baby doll dress. Delicate red lace flowing around her hips with a bow hanging low enough to hide her cunt from view—though he could see how her thighs were sticking together. Her breasts were also similarly hidden with a bigger bow across them.

Ah. What a beautiful gift he has before him.

She yelped almost before he even touched her, startled by his speed as he scooped her into his arms. Kissing her, tasting her lips, Katakuri moaned in appreciation. Pulling away only to whisper.

“Time to unwrap my present, don’t you think?” The heat from her flushed skin was scalding as she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he turned to deposit her on the bed in his place.

“Do you like it?” She whispered. Katakuri silenced her with a slow kiss, drawing her into the gesture with his tongue until her heart fluttered against his skin and a small noise slipped from her throat.

“It’s exactly what I wanted. Thank you, little dove.” Reluctantly, he pulled away, pressing his hands into the silk and lace warmed by her skin. “I promise to take good care of this gift and cherish it.” He tugged on the bow over her breasts and freed them from their gentle confinement. Feasting and savoring her with his tongue. Drawing them in with his lips as he anchored her in place by her waist. Heart pulsing against his tongue he felt it race faster and faster under his ministrations. As dedicated and thorough as she was with himself, Katakuri returned the favor until she squirmed and cried out.

Nipples erect and overstimulated from his appetite, her breasts were only the beginning. He licked down her quivering stomach through the lace, soaking it until it dragged against her skin with every panting breath.

“K-Kata~!” She cried out, grasping his hair as he slowly pulled away the lingerie. The small bow easily gave way under his grasping hands and slipped off of her body in thin strips. The one that rested over her cunt sticking from arousal. Eagerly, he licked up it, dragging it against her clit as she kicked under his chest in surprise.  The familiar sweet taste blossomed on his tongue.

The hunger burning in his bones turned into a blaze as he chased it ravenously. Kissing her folds away and lapping at the twitching source. Eyes fixed on his love as she cried out and tried pulling his air to no avail. He intended to enjoy his gift for some time. Until there wasn’t a drop left, in fact. His aching cock an afterthought.

Gasping, twisting, and clutching underneath him, her body fell apart quickly. Cunt dripping onto his searching tongue eagerly as he rubbed slow circles around her clit. Teasing her with the barest brush when she finally started relaxing under him. He chased her relentlessly, drawing out several quivering cries as she clenched on his tongue hard. Making a mess of the sheets between his drool and her arousal.

He only pushed his tongue deeper, eager to drive his wife as mad as he was for her before properly loving her like she deserved. Though he drank down her clear enjoyment several more times, this was really his own indulgence. At the cost of his still throbbing cock he indulged by rocking against the bed slowly. Weak and shaking, she still opened her arms to him when he removed himself from her cunt. Desiring his embrace that he refused to deny.

Pulling her in close, he smiled and kissed her cheek. Cock pressing up against her soaked cunt before slowly slipping in as she gasped. His weight settled over hers comfortably, their faces never far away enough that their lips didn’t brush as they panted and moaned. Slowly, she embraced him back intimately, welcoming pussy eagerly taking his thick cock. Despite the temptation, he kept a slow, rolling rhythm. Wanting her to feel ever vein and inch of him painfully aroused inside her as it dragged across her walls slowly.

Her arms draped over his shoulder as she pressed her forehead against his, cries growing in volume as she clenched his cock like a vice. But still Katakuri kept up his pace. Eagerly savoring the foggy look in her eyes as she moaned, dizzy with need despite cumming for him several times. Her words slurred and flustered.

“H-Ha-ahn~der!”

“O-Oh K-Kat-ah~! Please f-f—ahn—aster!”

“I l-love you… oh… oh… yes-yes-y-ye-hng! Ah! K-Katak—oooohh~!” her ankles dug into his thighs as he slowly rolled his hips. Driving his cock into her warm cunt relentlessly despite his own quivering muscles. The bedframe rocked steadily now, momentum growing as he tried to reach deeper. Sweat dripped between them as she screamed into his lips, shaking like a leaf.

His own orgasm startled him, hips stuttering as he flooded her already soaked cunt with his release. Hot air filled his lungs as he gasped. Unable to help himself, his tongue slipped over her tongue in a passionate kiss. Grasping her ass in his hands harshly, he turned over onto his back. Their legs tangled together as cum dripped from her body.

They both pulled away eventually to breathe, still unable to resist going back for more as his cock pulsed inside her. His hands slipping on her ass as she rocked her hips. The groan that slipped from his chest was deep and near feral, almost a growl of hunger.

“Easy, love. We have all night.” Katakuri murmured against her lips. She smiled, still panting as she slowly braced herself on his chest.

“I still haven’t opened my present, though.” She purred, lifting her hips before slamming back down with a lewd, wet slap. Electric, hot and burning, zipped down to his balls as he grew hard again. Chuckling, Katakuri placed his hand over her lower stomach where his cock rested, cradling her hip with his other hand.

“And what did my little dove want this year?” He growled, a hungry grin stretching over his lips. Slowly, he bucked his hips, pulling her down onto his lap and forcing her to ride his cock. “Because I still haven’t finished enjoying my present.”

He dipped two fingers into the creamy mess and rubbed her clit as he thrust up into her body slowly. She shuddered and gasped, collapsing onto her elbows with a laugh. Katakuri indulgently kissed her cheek.

“Y-You. I want you.” Katakuri cradled her head to his chest and pulled up one her knees to reach deeper.

“You have me. All of me.” He cooed against her sweaty temple. “Enjoy the ride, my love.”

Slowly, sensually, Katakuri ensured she felt his love in every inch of her body. Until she shook and cried against his chest, drenching his thighs as he kept a steady, deep rhythm. Kissing her to soothe the overwhelmed moans whenever he could. And when she fell apart on top of him, unable to do more than keen and quiver around his cock, he slowly sat up and took them to the bathroom.

Hot water soothed their tired muscles as he pulled her apart with his hands and lips again. Kneeling down to kiss her drenched pussy open. Holding her up with one hand while the other crooked fingers inward as she drenched him again with a strained cry. Exhausted but still hard, the bath was much more productive for recovery.

Less so was bending her over the edge for one last weak, shaky orgasm. But in his defense the moan she made when the water cradled her sore cunt was just asking for a response.

“…I love you so much, Kata.” His loving, tired wife whispered against his skin when they finally returned to bed. Thoroughly done for the night, he could only smile and press a kiss to her head.

“I love you too, dove. More than I can say.” He admitted. She chuckled, burrowing against his side with a happy sigh.

Sleep was easy and sweet, though not as sweet as the gift in his arms.

[mlwritersguild]

Put Your Heart In It, by @purrfectlypunny

Based on a prompt submitted by @halcyyonn: Rivals to lovers Felinette as opposing debate team captains arriving at a competition

AO3; Rivals to Lovers, Slow Burn, Team Bonding, Debate Team AU, Fluff

Summary:

In this multi-chapter fic, Marinette Cheng and Felix Sphinx are rivals on opposing sides of their debate team. What starts as a friendly debate about writing instruments turns into much more as they *gasp* start to fall for each other.

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Chapter 1

“Fe, please.” Alan groaned. “We still have time, the debate is not the end of the world.”

“To you .” Felix pointed out. “Marinette is ruthless. No doubt, she’s scheming something that’s completely out of our respective playing fields with something that doesn’t even make sense just to throw us off.” 

“We need to be prepared because Marinette is our biggest threat. We know, we know.” Claude raised an eyebrow while he twirled a pencil in his fingers. “It’s not like you haven’t talked about it before, and we still have, like, two weeks left to prepare.” 

“The results for who battles who in the debate comes out tomorrow. This will be a good thing to watch out for because who knows how this will go… Then we can work on identifying logical fallacies in the arguments to look out for and exploit.”

“You talk about this like someone’s going to die.” Alan sighed, resting his head on his hand. “It’s just a debate.”

“A debate that I have never lost. I’ve never even had a threat of losing until Marinette.” Felix sighed.

“Who you might not even get assigned with.” Claude shrugged. “Why worry about something you have no idea about?”

“I hate to say it, but he has a point.” Alan agreed. “Just give yourself time to think.”

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The debate pairs came out, and Felix wanted to say “I told you so” more than ever. He knew it, he knew it, he knew it.

Alan and Allegra were picked to battle each other, which was fine, they were both clever people who were more than capable of battling each other. Felix just hoped Alan really did his homework on the prompt.

Claude and Flora were paired, which meant that Claude had better freshen up with arbitrary plant facts beforehand, even if the prompt has nothing to do with biology. 

Sebastian (who Felix admittedly barely talked to and didn’t know much about) was paired with Alina. Alina was one of the best girls on the debate team, so that at least meant that Felix wouldn’t have to deal with her, though he was hoping Sebastian would be able to handle her surefire logic and on-the-spot fact spouting. She was good.

Unfortunately though, that left Marinette and Felix to be paired. Dang it . She was so thorough, so wild, so insatiably hungry to get to the bottom of any story and figure out the truth. She’d be hard to beat.

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Felix and Marinette’s first prompt was pencils versus pens. Marinette was to advocate for the superiority of ink while Felix vouched for graphite pencils. 

“I hope you know what you’re doing.” Claude looked over at Felix. “Have you seen Mari lately? She’s nothing if not determined.”

“I know .” Felix agreed. “How long do I have?”

“Uh, we have to get through Alan’s, but that one’s taking forever. Who knew you could argue over cats and dogs for so long?”

“They’re both very good at what they do.” Felix shrugged. “After that?”

“Then there’s Sebastian, then me, then you.” Claude counted on his fingers. “Sebastian is going to get grilled .” 

“It’s Alina, of course he will.” Felix managed a light smile. “I’m still concerned about Marinette.”

“As you should, not gonna lie.” Claude nodded. “I’d be intimidated too if I were you.”

“Just survive your debate and then worry about mine.” Felix ordered, standing straighter as Alan and Allegra’s debate concluded.

Alan ended everything by slamming his hand on the podium. “Dogs don’t resemble a Parisian vigilante who dresses like a stripper while saving people from akumas.”

Allegra froze. She opened her mouth to make a point, then shut it again. “You have a point.” She gave in, shaking his hand as the teacher tried to announce Alan as the winner as the room doubled over with giggles.

Felix grimaced. “How immature.”

Claude grinned. “Chat Noir fan?”

“And what if I am?” Felix shot him a look.

Claude raised his hands in surrender despite the mischievous smile on his face. “No judgment here, but seriously, the outfit is a bit cringe.”

Cringe . The words hit him like a smack across the face. Stupid thigh-high boots, stupid obnoxious bell, stupid cat kwami. 

“You love it and you know it.” Plagg’s voice taunted in his ear.

“Shut up.” Felix hissed back.

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“Glasses for everyday use are superior because they allow for ease of seeing without having to pull them out every time you need them.” Alina claimed. Ironically, neither Sebastian nor Alina actually wore glasses unless you counted Alina’s sunglasses.

“But with magnifying glasses, you don’t risk losing it if it’s always in a secure location and you can zoom it in and out accustomed to your needs. The magnifying glass is superior because it is more customizable to your needs.” Sebastian retorted.

“With glasses, you can still pick the focus that works best for you and you can move your face closer. Glasses have a structure so that you don’t need to hold it and lose a free hand. It can stay securely on your face where you can use it as you need. With magnifying glasses, you’re left scrambling when you need it and you have less hands to get your desired result.” Alina concluded with a smirk.

Sebastian frowned. Unfortunate luck if Felix ever saw it, having to get paired with a powerhouse like Alina.

“Magnifying glasses aren’t as damaging to vision over time. With glasses, you have to change your prescription as your vision gets worse, but you won’t need to do that with a magnifying glass, it’s customizable as you need.” He eventually managed.

“A good point, but you risk losing it more than you would glasses because many people use glasses on a daily basis and the handles of the glasses can put them in pockets or on the collar of your shirt for ease of access. Clearly glasses are superior here.”

Sebastian sighed. “Unfortunately I agree. Good match.”

“You were very good at your argument.” Alina smiled. “I look forward to the next round.”

“Me too, this was fun.”

“And Alina is our next winner!” The teacher smiled.

“Rough luck, man.” Claude sympathized as Sebastian sat down. “You did really well though.”

“Thanks.” Sebastian smiled. “There was no way I was going to win with a magnifying glass, like, who uses those anymore?”

“No clue.” Alan shrugged. “But yeah, great job.”

“Next debate team is Claude Haprele and Flora Melody.” The teacher announced, clasping her hands.

Claude groaned. “Arguing about plates with the nature advocate, wish me luck.”

“Good luck.” Alan smiled sheepishly. “You’re about to be crushed.”

And he pretty much was, having to live through a lecture about how water waste as a result of being negligent with the water faucet was such a problem before he even opened his mouth to say hello. 

“–because filtering water takes a long time to do and it uses a lot of energy. People who choose to wash reusable dishes usually leave the water on full speed on a warmer temperature which uses a lot of water . It’s not good for the environment and it’s wasteful.”

Claude blinked. “Hi to you too. Anyway, you have a good point. However, there isn’t as much to throw out and take to a wasteland if you use real dishes because those are reusable. Breaking dishes aren’t as common,” he paused, fidgeting with his sleeve, “in most households at least, and won’t have as big of an effect on the problem of landfills if you use reusable dishes.”

Flora smiled in triumph. “Now that you’ve brought that up, paper plates are made of paper and a thin wax or plastic layer. While this isn’t compostable, it is burnable, which is what happens in landfills. The shards from broken dishes don’t burn very well and they’re often left in landfills untouched. This harms the environment more than if it’s burned and decomposed.”

Claude closed his mouth. “You win.” He grinned, hopping down from the podium and half-hugging Flora. “Nice job!”

“You too! You should know you can’t argue with nature though.”

“Oh, I know.” Claude grinned. “That was pretty inevitable.”

“And Flora wins!” The teacher said, just a second too late to be helpful. The contestants walked back to their respective spots backstage, Claude immediately slumping back in his seat from before his turn.

“Nice job, Haprele, that was painfully short.” Felix smirked.

“You try arguing about helping nature with the resident nature advocate. Tell me how you like it.” He grinned back. “Ready for yours?”

“I think so, but we’ll see.”

“Felix Sphinx and Marinette Cheng, please come for the last debate for round one!”

“Good luck, Fe.” Alan and Sebastian called as he walked out.

“He’ll need it.” Claude grinned.

“Ahem…” Felix said into the mic, causing a painful wave of feedback. “Sorry.”

“You’re fine!” Marinette gushed before thinking. “I mean, not that you’re… it’s fine. I meant it’s fine.”

Felix gave her a nervous smile as he straightened behind the podium.

“Okay, so, um… pens. Pens are the superior writing instrument you can use because they’re set in stone and permanent. It’s not going to run out of lead and require resharpening, and there’s a certain beauty to writing what’s on your mind and not getting to go back. It’s a bit like reality.” Marinette started, twiddling her thumbs behind the podium before starting to gain her confidence.

“A good point, Ms Cheng, but, pulling from your point about the beauty of not going back, what is writing without a few second chances, a few do overs? Without it, you’re left making the same mistakes out of habit because you never fixed it the first time.” Felix stated, blinking slowly, like a cat who already knew its prey was done for.

“A good point, but pencils are prone to breaking, and the eraser never completely gets rid of the previous mistake. It leaves the paper looking flawed, even though you could just write it carefully in pen and it would be neater. Closer to perfection.”

Felix winced at the notion of having something close to perfect. He got enough of that from his father. “But if you make a mistake in real life, you will never completely undo it by fixing it, covering it up. It leaves its mark on you to remind you to do better. Such is the case with the pencil, maybe it’s not supposed to be perfect. It’s what makes it flawed that shows how much you’ve grown.”

Down in the audience, Felix could hear mixed whispers. “This is really philosophical for a debate about pens” was Felix’s personal favorite comment.

“You present a really good point there.” Marinette paused. “But getting away from the life analogies, pens are less noisy and scratchy sounding, and their tips allow for smooth gliding across the page. It’s a nicer writing experience overall.”

“Some people find the sound of a pencil endearing, like memories from their childhood. Pens are prone to leaking because of their gliding tips, which can ruin your entire paper, because of a smudge you can’t ever erase.”

“So, in conclusion, erasable pens should win.” Marinette broke into a grin. “You win this round, Sphinx, but I’ll get you next time.” She hopped down from the podium and firmly shook Felix’s hand as the teacher announced him as the winner. 

I’ll get you next time . The words echoed in Felix’s head. Because there would be a next time. And he was worried about that, Marinette was so good at what she did. Not to mention she was… stunning.

[vswdaily]

• EVENEMENT : On December 03, 2022, Victoria was present at the birthday of her husband's nephew.

[hellofeanor]

Pretty inconsiderate of work to exist when I have elves to think about today :/

[mochinek0]

Daminette December 2022-Masterlist

1-Ice

2-Murder

3-Puppy

4-Dragon

5-Storybook

6-Giggle

7-Red

8-Submission

9-Tangled

10-Ambush    11-Art

12-Feather

13-Entwined

14-Toxic

15-Side Effects: 1  2  3  4  5  6  7  8  9  10  11  12

16-Chaos

17-Outline

18-Alien

19-Hands

20-Rage

21-Green

22-Forgive

23-Swim

24-Joke

25-Demon/Angel

26-Honour

27-Dress

28-Family

29-Shimmer

30-Extra

31-Beginnings

@maribat-calendar-events

[nordsea-horizons]

✨almost time for the new year✨

[dramatic-squirrel]

Daminette December Day 25- Joke

@maribat-calendar-events

An explosion shook the building, dust flew everywhere, and the noise deafened the ears of everyone unfortunate enough to be in the area. As the haze of debris settled down a figure could be seen, followed by several other people, coming through the new hole in the wall.

"Well, well. Looks like we have a party going on here. Hope you don't mind my explosive entrance." The following cackle caused shivers to run down most people’s spine. "I know it's rude, but they always say to show up late to make a dramatic entrance and well… I do think my presence deserves some drama." 

Marinette rolled her eyes. It wasn’t even a good joke, they were at a restaurant not a party. She looked away from Joker and across the table to where Damian was sitting, or rather where he had been sitting, as he was no longer there. Glancing around she failed to find him

“Alright everybody! Down on the ground, jewelry and wallets out and into the bag. And you,” Joker pointed a gun at one of the waiters. “Get all the cash in this place and bring it back.” He tossed another burlap sack at the man, who went running off somewhere.

Getting on the ground, Marinette reached up to her earrings and slipped them into her pocket when no one was watching. They didn’t look valuable when they were disguised but it was better to not take any chances. She marked the exits from her position and the location of each henchman and the Joker. The best plan was to wait until Batman and his associates showed up, but even the best plans usually failed.

At the table next to where she was sitting, a child began to cry and one of the henchmen came over to quiet the kid. “Shut up before I make you shut up!” The parents tried to hush the child and while the child quieted down, it wasn’t enough for the villian. He raised the butt of his rifle to the kids face and Marinette couldn’t sit still any longer.

Quicker than is possible for most humans, she launched from her position on the ground straight at the enemy, tackling him to the ground. The rifle knocked out of his hand, screams sounded out around them and the footsteps of his accomplices were just barely perceptible. Finishing the fight swiftly, Marinette punched the man once in the face, strongly enough that the man was knocked unconscious. Getting up, she faced the four other goons of Jokers. It was too late to back down now, but she also couldn’t fight well in the dress she was wearing. 

“That wasn’t a funny punchline, miss.” The cold tone of the Joker’s was far more intimidating than his previous jolly and psychotic attitude. “How about I teach you what a real joke is like?” With his hands he motioned the henchmen to fight her and Marinette tensed, waiting for the first shot. 

The first shot wasn't from the villains though. A whoosh sounded through the air, followed by a thunk as a batarang embedded itself into the wrist of one of the assailants. Not wasting a moment, Marinette grabbed a plate from the closest table and flung it like a frisbee at another opponent– three down, two more plus the Joker to go. One goon turned towards Marinette, while the other turned to where Robin appeared from the kitchen. 

They didn’t leave many openings as they pointed their guns at them. It was only when her opponent came closer in order to grab her that Marinette got the chance to act. Seizing the barrel of the rifle, she aimed it upwards, then sliding her left foot forward, she got low and slammed her shoulder into the man’s solar plexus, knocking the air out of him. Then turning them around, she twirled the gun out of the henchman’s hands and into her own, pointing the gun at Joker. Meanwhile from his own position, Robin was also simultaneously disarming and taking out his opponent.

  “Oh great! You want to do anything right, you've got to do it yourself.” With those words, Joker pulled out a device that looked like a tear gas canister. Pulling the trigger, a plume of noxious green gas came out. The people closest began laughing, their faces contorted into forced smiles. “See, now we can all have fun together.” The Joker laughed again before he raced towards the entrance he made when he first arrived at the restaurant. “See you around Robin, Miss Robin. Tell Batsy hi for me.” 

Both she and Robin wanted to run after him but the restaurant guests came first. Robin had a gas mask he could use, and a spare one just in case, which he gave to the closet victim. Marinette meanwhile, set the gun down and made do with a cloth napkin she swiped from one of the tables– not highly effective, but better than nothing. Then she and Robin began shepherding people out of the enclosed space. Just as people were leaving, the police showed up with the paramedics in tow. 

“Thank you for your help, ma’am.” Robin came up behind Marinette, scaring her so badly she almost punched him in the face. “But you should worry about your own safety first.” 

She nodded, knowing full well, she would ignore his advice. “Robin, I’d like to ask you a favor. Can you look for my boyfriend? Damian? He was with me but disappeared when all of this first started.” 

The hero stilled before answering her question. “I’ll send him your way if I find him. Now I should get back to helping the first responders. Please see a paramedic in the meantime.” Something about his tone and mannerisms caught Marinette’s attention.

As she walked over to the ambulances, she looked back and then shook her head. There was no way that Damian and Robin were the same person. I mean, what were the chances. Out of three of her ex-partners, three of them were also superheroes, it seemed improbable that Damian was one too.

[felipeandletizia]

December 15, 2022: Princess Leonor held a meeting with young volunteers and participants in Red Cross programs

[camillerowep]

December 10, 2022 — Camille attended the Canada Goose x Reformation party at Gigi’s in Los Angeles!

[mamamittens]

Bodice Ripper Wishlist+18

Day #2 of 2022 December Event

Fandom: One Piece

Ship: PerosperoXAFAB!Reader (Perospero regularly refers to reader as ‘Wife’, but otherwise addresses them as nonbinary).

Warnings: Spanking, teasing, name calling, praise kink, light degradation, oral sex, and rough sex.

Also, I decided that the blue polka dot thing was like, a bandana of some kind and that he actually has pink curls he hides.

Word Count: 4,016

@theluckychemist

Perospero couldn’t quite help the deep, dramatic sigh as he closed the door behind him. It had been a long few weeks running an errand for his mother across the Grand Line. Still, he supposed it was worth it since she was unlikely to ask anything more of him for at least a few months. Leaving him plenty of time to attend to more personal matters. Matters such as his sweet, new wife. Their honeymoon barely over before he had been called away.

Truth be told, he didn’t expect much from the marriage when his mother first declared it. He knew he was likely to be married to someone eventually. For one reason or another. Meeting his new bride as they walked down the aisle in a delicate, frilly white dress was about what he expected as far as first meetings go. A bit flustered and nervous—not that he could blame his sweet roll, as he was hardly the easiest on the eyes out of his many, many siblings—they nevertheless held themselves wonderfully during the proceedings.

Perospero chuckled fondly at the memory of their wedding night. A bit tense at first because they were quite literally complete strangers, things were quick to melt into a blissful and sweet night, like cotton candy on his tongue. Neither of them knew quite what to make of the other but decided the best course of action was to give their marriage an honest try. They were stuck together now, after all, like taffy.

His siblings may be spread over the seas and their relationships sometimes quite… strained, to say nothing of his own mother, but he can trust that his wife would be there for him. And, miraculously, they turned out to be a fine match after all. His precious gum drop was as sweet as the candy he freely manipulated as well as patient and understanding. A perfect counter to his temper and slight sadistic tendencies. Despite his own reservations, he found himself thinking longingly of them during his absence. Many small things went wrong along the way and he yearned to speak frankly about them with his sweet roll.

No pressure to perform.

No threats if he fails to exceed expectations.

Just a quiet, warm presence by his side, humming understandingly as he unwound from his frustrations.

So yeah. It was really fucking great to be home again.

Perospero quietly shunted off his jacket and hat, placing his boots by the door next to a familiar pair of shoes that his sweet roll preferred. His bandana tucked away on a hook to prevent wrinkles, letting his short pink curls hang freely. His shoulders slumped as his chest heaved with a satisfied sigh. All of his stress just… washed away. This was him home. There was no need for pretenses or masks.

All his wife asked of him was loyalty and honesty. No titles or power standoffs. It was both of their house. His sweet roll was allowed to be themselves here and so was he. To be honest, he was still pretty damn sure he was getting the better part of the bargain, regardless of him being the obvious breadwinner. So, any chance he gets now, he seeks small tokens of affection for his wife.

Mere trinkets, really, but with so little time to truly get to know each other it would have to do. He reached back into his jacket and removed a box. He smiled softly at the delicately wrapped gift that fit in his hand easily for a moment. He couldn’t help himself when he saw it. This was going to be there first Christmas together and he planned on making it as special as he could.

Perospero walked into the small manor he called his home after the wedding—partly a gift to his wife as well to prove they’d be provided for as was their right—and flagged down a servant.

“I have returned. Where is my sweet roll?” The maid blinked for a moment and tilted her head thoughtfully.

“Welcome back, sir. I believe your wife is napping by the tree. We’ve decorated already and they’re quite fond of the guest lounge.” The maid explained. Perospero arched a brow.

“On the floor?” He asked sharply. The maid’s face whitened and she shook her head.

“Of course not! There’s a lovely chaise and seating for your wife to choose from in case either of you plan on having guests for the holiday or give gifts from under the tree!” The maid hurriedly explained, the small fire of his temper cooling quickly.

“Oh! But of course, how sweet and thoughtful! Probably my gum drop’s idea… Ah. You’re all excused for the rest of the day once you’ve finished whatever chore you’re already doing. I’d like to spend time with my sweet roll alone.” Perospero declared. The maid was quick scurry off.

He expected the manor would be empty within the hour, none willing to risk him changing his mind. Which was exactly what he hoped would happen.

Thankfully, Perospero already knew exactly which room the maid was referring to. His house shoes clicking across the polished floors as he made his way to his wife.

The guest lounge, Perospero found, was decorated with traditional greenery and complimented with cute, sugary-styled embellishments. Frosted garland and candy cane striped tinsel hung from the shelves and over the mantle. Twinkling lights in soft colors peaking through the false greenery. Cinnamon sticks bundles hung over the fireplace next to stockings with both of their names embroidered on the surface. His was already filled with… well, something though he wouldn’t know for sure until he checked.

The tree though, was the real centerpiece of the room. Set a safe distance from the fireplace, with a fluffy yellow tree skirt, was a massive and thick evergreen tree. Candy and candy shaped ornaments decorated the limbs alongside striped tinsel that wound up the tree. A star settled at the top, reflecting the light beautifully. He noted there were several wrapped presents already under the tree. It seemed he had some catching up to do in that aspect.

Briefly, he wondered if his wife was competitive when it comes to presents. He looked forward to finding out. And soundly beating his sweet roll.

Perospero glanced over the chaise and sighed. As he had been told, his wife was sleeping. Laid out across the cushions with a light blanket pulled over their shoulder. Their face smooshed into a pillow as they sighed, nuzzling the soft fabric. He set down the box on the mantle and quietly walked over, brushing his knuckles over their warm cheek fondly. After some consideration, he moved to pick up his wife and his foot nudged something.

Glancing down, he paused.

It was a book. Well worn and with a gilded bookmark slotted between the pages. He didn’t recognize the paperback novel at all. He didn’t even know his wife read books. Smirking at the fortuitous stroke of luck, he plucked it from the rug and looked at the cover.

Shockingly, it was a shirtless man and a woman in a flowing gown in his arms. The title a flowing cursive across the shameless image. Perospero snorted softly, still mindful of his sleeping wife. He glanced at the back and read it over. Standard fair romance novel, by all appearances. And clearly not a new purchase either. Oh, how adorable.

His sweet roll was a romantic.

He could work with that.

Perospero snooped a bit more and looked at the page that his wife had left off on. The end of a sex scene—oh isn’t that promising?—and he simply refused to resist the impulse to flick through the pages more.

The nasty grin that donned his lips would have struck fear in the hearts of anyone that looked upon him.

But no one did. The manor was empty and his wife was still sound asleep after all.

It seemed as though he had some preparations to take care of. Mainly slipping into something more comfortable.

--*--

Awareness filtered in slowly. The smell of cinnamon, vanilla, and sugar was thick in the air. Your body was warm and comfortable, your head placed in someone’s lap. Their hand carding through your hair as their nails sent tingles down your spine. You still felt heavy and you weren’t ready to get up.

The chaise was unfairly comfortable and far less lonely to sleep on than the massive, empty bed you shared with your husband. You could hardly begrudge his absence but you could certainly miss his presence.

A sigh escaped your lips and you buried your nose in the soft pants that smelled like candy. Mostly of the sweet variety but there was a mix of sour notes… much like your husband, actually. Confused, you rubbed your eyes and looked up at the person you were previously sleeping soundly on.

Surprisingly, it was in fact your husband. Perospero’s hand trailed down to cradle your face as he looked away from the book he held in the other hand. His smile was soft and warm with a strange edge to it.

“Why, good morning my precious little sweet roll~!” Perospero sang. You couldn’t help but smile back.

“Pero, when did you get back?” You asked, voice a little rough from sleep. Your husband chuckled.

“Just a bit ago. I excused the staff so it’s just the two of us now.” Perospero tilted his head as his grin turned sharp. His hand swept back to your hair and pulled, forcing you to look up at him completely. The action sending sparks across your skin. “I didn’t want them to know how naughty you’ve been after all.”

Your brows scrunched up in confusion.

“Pero?” You asked faintly, unsure what he was talking about. But he merely kept a firm hold of your hair and gave a condescending laugh.

“We have so few household rules, my dear gum drop.” His eyes narrowed as his voice dropped to a low, growl. “Are we not to be honest with each other?”

His wrist curled as he flashed the cover of your book at you. Instantly, your face flushed with embarrassment. You did not mean for him to see that.

Given the circumstances of your union, there wasn’t much you could ask for. It was, primarily, a business transaction after all. But you still yearned for the romance and passion of more… enthusiastic unions. And you believed you could get there! You’d both barely been married for two months—you hardly expected a whirlwind romance from someone so busy! Especially given his family… Though you daydreamed writing a wish list of what you wanted from your new husband.

Ultimately, embarrassment kept you from writing anything at all. Including wanted your husband to bend you over and rail you into next year.

“Ah! P-Pero--!” The book lightly smacked your forehead as he chuckled.

“None of those pretty little excuses now. It’s far too late for that.” Your husband warned as he tossed the book onto the coffee table. He pulled you up over his lap with firm hands, forcing you to lay your stomach over his thighs. Startled, you grasped the arm rest and turned to look at him. His cinnamon brown eyes narrowed at you as he smiled with a delightfully wicked curve of his lips.

A hand came to rest over your lower back, forcing you to stay put as he pulled your pants down over the curve of your ass.

Shocked, you realized where this was going. Your husband keenly aware of the growing heat in your cheeks as your eyes widened.

Smack!

“P-Pero!” You yelped as he smacked your ass hard. Nowhere near as hard as he certainly could, but hard enough to smart. Enough to burn.

Your heart shuddered in your chest as you gasped, a second slap quickly following, forcing you to jolt in surprise.

Smack!

“Feeling sorry, sweet roll?” Perospero cooed. He caressed the growing heat on your ass tenderly, drifting down your thighs as if to soothe you before striking again. Harder.

Smack!

“Yes!” You gasped, nails digging into the chaise as liquid heat settled in your body. You got the impression he was far from angry with you.

“Good~” Perospero teased, settling his hand on your ass again. Rubbing the sore skin before skimming his fingers between your thighs. Pressing up against your bare cunt. “What a lewd gum drop I have here. Dripping wet after a bit of rough handling. You’re so lucky I’m so very understanding, sweet roll. I could keep going with your punishment for hours for trying to hide this side of you from me. Oh… but you’d like that, wouldn’t you honey drop?”

SLAP!

“Y-YES! O-Ohhh oh p-p-please Pero~!” You sighed, wriggling on his thigh as a needy heat built up in your body.

Slap!

“Oh, you make it so hard to cherish you like I want to, sweet roll.” He sighed, carefully teasing your clit with the tip of a nail. Without thought, you arched your back for him. Your husband eagerly swept his hand under your shirt to trace the shape of your spine. “Do you want to be cherished as my wife deserves or punished like a slut?”

You sucked in a sharp breath through your nose.

“O-Ohhh, Pero—” His hand left your cunt.

Slap!

“Tsk tsk, honey drop. I didn’t tell you to beg. Ehehe~ Not yet at least. I asked a simple question of you… are you already so needy you’d take anything I give you?” Perospero asked seductively.

“Yes! I-I w-want… oooohh Pero—A-Anything~! I’ll take anything y-you give me!” You buried your face into the cushioned arm rest in mortification. Horrified and more turned on than you expected.

“Oh.” He whispered. His hand curled up your scalp and grasped your hair firmly before slowly pulling back. Forcing you to look up at him with teary eyes and your face almost as hot as your ass. “I quite like that response, honey drop. But are you sure you can take it?”

Trying to not was useless with his hand still in your hair.

“I-If it’s you, I can.” You breathed out, reaching up to cradle his cheek. He was startled, instinctively leaning into your warm hand as you teased the pink curls that escaped from behind his ear. His sharp smile softened as he broke for a moment. Turning his head to kiss your palm gently. Gaze hot as he sighed.

SLAP!

“Then you better thank me for treating you so well, sweet roll. And remember. You asked for this.” You cried out as he littered your ass and thighs with harsh slaps. Refusing to let you hide your face as tears pricked your eyes increasingly with every blow. His eyes never leaving you as he grinned.

You began to sob and keen under his relentless assault. Completely aware that you were starting to drip from sheer arousal.

“T-Thank yo—oh~!—u P-Per-roh! Ah! I-I—Yes! Y-Yes! I-I love you! D-Don’t s-stop, o-oh please do-oh-n’t stop~!” Your voice silenced by his thick tongue slipping between your lips. Tangling and stealing your breath as you moaned.

It was only when you were trembling that he stopped, letting you go entirely to flip you over and hook your knees on his arms. Slotting between your thighs as he inspected the drooling mess between them. He licked his lips with a dirty laugh.

“You’re like a little honey pot. All for me to lick clean, isn’t that right, sweet roll?” You nodded your head furiously as he dipped his head in close. “Then I better get started.”

Rather than diving right in, your husband lapped at the source of your cream. Pressing the tip of his tongue in and up to flick your clit before dipping back down again like he was intent on milking your arousal’s slow drip. Tongue slipping to your thighs where excess has trailed down during his ‘punishment’. Your thighs began to shake under his attention, clenching in an attempt to shut him out of your sensitive cunt, but his hands under your knees stopped you.

You gasped, arching your back and pressing your bruised ass into the seat when he breached you with his thick tongue. Splitting you open relentlessly in a slow, steady encroachment until he filled you completely. And you were dizzy with the certainty that he still had a lot of tongue left. Proven when he curled it inward and kept going. Spreading apart your walls sweetly with slick, lewd sounds and satisfied moans.

You couldn’t help reaching down and grasping his precious pink curls, like you had any control over how long he stayed between your thighs. And he knew how fruitless your efforts were, too. His eyes bright with cruel amusement.

Your pleasure, that hard roll of heat in your cunt and sparks along your skin? All at his sufferance. Only because he allowed it. Relished the broken moans and the way you squeezed his tongue with your pussy.

And the knowledge made you breathless with lust. Already quivering in his hold as you jerked. Racing towards the edge as he fucked you with his tangled tongue in your cunt. Mockingly mimicking what his cock would do to you next. And you’d take every inch with a smile.

Slowly, he pulled back, tongue still rolled up to provide a stretch to your opening. Sticking and teasing your rim in slow rolls before pulling out completely with a smack of his lips and a pleased hum. Your hands in his hair were ignored, of course, as his body loomed back over you. He dropped one of your knees to brace himself on his forearm over your head. Cock pressed against your soaked cunt as he rocked his hips. Fucking you in a steady rhythm as he spread your slick over his skin.

“W-what do we say, honey drop?” Your husband whispered.

“Thank you.” You sighed, your husband giving you a lewd grin as he pulled his hips back before slamming into your thighs. The ache started up quickly between your bruised ass and the harsh stretch of his cock. But rather than cry out in pain you moaned. “Hahnnngh~!”

He withdrew from you slowly, ensuring you felt every inch leave your pulsing walls before slamming back in again.

Slap!

And again.

Slap!

A steady rhythm as he fucked you deep without remorse. You were crying again. Pleasure so harsh you weren’t sure if you were trembling or if your cunt was quivering around his cock. Hot and heavy waves pulling you under as you moaned, wet cream dripping from you down to the chaise with every thrust. And Perospero’s eyes and grin never left you. Taking in your face with a ravenous expression.

“This dumb, fucked out expression s-suits you, sweet roll. I find myself annoyed I didn’t get to see it sooner. But no matter—Hngh~!” He sighed, adjusting his hips to force your ass up higher, slowly bending you in half. “Now that I know, I can see it whenever I want. Isn’t that right?”

“Y-Yes! P-Pero~!” You keened, trembling uncontrollably.

“So perfect. ‘Yes’ and ‘Pero’. Is that all my pretty slut of a wife can say? Not a bad range but I think we can do better. Unless you’re too drunk on my cock to ask for more. Or even for me to fuck you harder.” Perospero teased cruelly, licking up your tears with a sadistic grin. “Maybe if I like how pathetic you sound I’ll do it.” He mused.

“P-Please! H-Harder! O-Oh Pero please!” He clicked his tongue, slamming his hips into your ass and shoving your knee up against your shoulder.

“There goes your favorite words again. Go on, gum drop. Tell me what you want me to do to you.” Perospero cooed with narrowed eyes. Leaning over you until you were forced to look him directly in the eyes. Every soft pant brushing your lips as overstimulated tears fell.

You shut your eyes and gave a shuddering sigh, squirming under the heavy weight of his cock in your body. Gathering yourself and willing the trembles to stop.

You opened your eyes to find him gazing down at you fondly and with open sexual interest. Not that you needed to look at him to know how hard he was.

“P-Please fuck me hard Pero-baby. I-I n-need you to fuck me hard.” You flushed hotly as your lips trembled. “Love you so much, won’t you please give it to me.”

You felt him tremble at your soft plea, a deep snarl curling up his chest as he grinned.

Slap!

His hips slammed into you again as he resumed his deep thrusts. Your body aching under the heavy strain but you wanted more. You wanted so much more.

“I love you too, my pretty sweet roll.” Your husband whispered, letting go of your leg to palm your ass. Bracing you against his thrusts before slapping the tender skin again.

Slap!

And again when you screamed, cumming hard on his cock, hot liquid shooting out and down your chest.

Slap!

Your moans were stifled under his tongue as he kissed you deep with a snarl. His hips slammed into you as his cock twitched, your body overflowing with your combined release. His cock continued to ride out every hot spurt with a small thrust as he slowly picked you up and turned over. Letting you lay on his drenched shirt while you both panted into the kiss he refused to release you from.

Desperate clashes of tongues turned into slow, sensual withdrawals. Lips pulling away only to be drawn back again as your heart settled. Until eventually you were able to rest your head on his chest, completely relaxed despite his soft cock resting in your body. Your eyes drifted shut as his hand carded through your hair with a pleased smile.

Something rattled in front of you.

You opened your eyes to a small box wrapped in gold paper with a red ribbon.

“Hmm?” You hummed, reaching up shakily to take the box from the platform of azure sugar. Clumsily, you removed the bow and opened the box. Tugging on the gold string to reveal the weighty prize.

A pink glass heart with wings and a halo made out of peppermint colored class. A gold plate shaped like a curling ribbon held your names and the year with a ‘#1’ on the front.

“A gift. For our first Christmas together.” Your husband whispered, his every word echoing in your ear as it pressed against his shirt. “For my sweet and lovely wife, who I love more than anything.” Your head shot up and looked at him in shock.

Sure, you said it. But… you didn’t expect your capricious husband to say it for at least another year. His thumb brushed away a stray tear as you beamed.

“I love you too, Pero.” You whispered, relishing the contact for a moment longer. “I should put this on the tree.” You moved to get up, his cock slipping from you as you both suddenly moaned. Your hand twitching as he dragged across your sensitive walls.

His hand pressed down on your ass in warning.

“Don’t move unless you want to go again, sweet roll.” He warned, waving a hand as a tendril of candy curled around your gift and hung it on the tree across the room.

You laughed softly with a smirk.

Then you undulated your hips, dislodging your husband’s cock with a slew of mixed fluids. Triggering a deep groan.

“Do I have to beg again, Pero-baby?”

His eyes flashed with fire as he smirked.

“Oh no. You’ve made yourself clear… to stop on the other hand might require that sweet tongue of yours.” Perospero kissed you hard, whispering against your lips as he grabbed your hips. Forcing his cock to slam back up into you. “Remember. You asked for this.”

Looks like you didn’t need to write a wish list after all.

[mlwritersguild]

5 Times Adrienette Attempted to Buy Each Other Christmas Presents (and One Time They Succeeded), by @galahadwilder

Based on a prompt submitted by @2manyfandoms2count: 5 times [pair/group of characters]* attempted to go Christmas shopping and the 1 time they gathered to exchange gifts *there can be as many or as few people involved, a pairing, the core 4, the miracuclass…

AO3; Post-Reaveal Pre-Relationship, Christmas Fic, 5+1 Things

Summary:

When Marinette and Adrien find out each other's identities just before Christmas, both of them are desperate to find the perfect present for their partner. But, off-balance, neither one of them is entirely... thinking straight.

Alya, Nino, Tikki, and Plagg are going to lose their minds.

---

Chapter 1: I Don't Want a Lot for Christmas

Marinette’s computer background has been updated a few times since she was fourteen. It started when Adrien retired from modeling: something felt wrong about using images that he’d hated, something inauthentic. Like she was violating him somehow. So she’d replaced all of the images of him with candids, photos of his genuine smiles, spending time with his friends, playing in the park, smiling at her .

She’d kept the hearts, of course.

She’s replaced the photos as they aged, as they got closer. As she’d started noticing stubble gracing his strong chin, as the baby fat had melted off his cheekbones, as he’d grown more and more comfortable with his genuine smile. She paid so much attention to his face, spent so much time staring at it… and somehow she’d never known.

She sits, curled up in her desk chair, knees hugged to her chest with shaking arms. She’s not sure she even remembers how to blink—her eyes are wide, hollow, and she feels like she’ll never be able to close them again.

“Isn’t this a good thing?” Tikki asks from her nest on Marinette’s spare pincushion. The Kwami is lying on her stomach like a schoolgirl at a sleepover, chin propped up on her little nubby paws, gazing into Marinette’s eyes with her own ocean blues. “You’ve been closer to him than you knew this whole time!”

Marinette wants to sob. A part of her realizes that Tikki’s right, that she’s known him better than she thought, but that part is drowned out by the part that’s suddenly aware of the gulf between them that she’d never even noticed. How could she have missed it? She’s spent so much time with both of them, so much time interacting and watching and observing. She’d even started to take note of how, despite their superficial differences, they were so similar on the inside. How could she have possibly missed that both of them were the same person?

She hadn’t wanted to know. Hadn’t wanted to acknowledge.

It’s a towering, overpowering sensation, knowing. Because knowing, knowing they’re the same person, puts so many things into perspective. Chat has shown her so many parts of Adrien that Adrien would rather hide. And Adrien has shown her so many hidden parts of Chat, as well. She can see it all now, his pain, his love, his hope, and it’s… very nearly too much.

So she’s not entirely sure why the first thing she says is, “I’m going to have to re-do so many presents. ”

---

Adrien never used his climbing wall before he met Plagg. There was never a point—his father had gotten it for him. Adrien had wanted to go out, get out of the house, and Father always said the problem with the outside world was people —Adrien had asked if he could go rock climbing, something that didn’t have to involve people, could be solitary. He’d expected his father to say no. He hadn’t expected to wake up one week later to contractors preparing to install a rock wall. It’s been an oppressive reminder of all the ways he’s kept trapped ever since.

Yet, ever since he became Chat Noir, he can’t sit still. He’s not sure how much of that is cat and how much of that is simply having the opportunity, to run, to jump, to climb, to move, to leave , that he never had before. In truth, it doesn’t matter, not entirely. When he’s feeling, really feeling, feeling so strong that the emotions burn and shine inside his bones, he can’t hold them all in one spot. He has to let them out, to spill them everywhere , lest he combust.

That’s why, right now, he’s halfway up his rock wall, his arms shaking with exertion and excitement as he reaches for the next handhold. He has no idea what emotion has grabbed into his heart and refused to let go, but it’s big , big and stretching , and he swears if humans could float like hot-air balloons he’d be a hundred feet above Paris right now.

“I knew it,” he gasps, grinning the rough plastic digs into his fingers. The grin is wide, almost painful, and he feels like he’ll never stop smiling again. “I knew it!”

Plagg flits up to a rock just out of his reach, flipping into it like a particularly bored leaf in autumn. “Proud of yourself?” the Kwami says, rolling vaguely onto his back like he’s sunbathing his tummy.

Adrien halts with his fingers just short of the cat god, letting the burn race through his arms, his thighs, his calves. “Proud?” he says, laughter bleeding into his voice. “Plagg, I’m ecstatic. ” He closes his eyes. “It’s her. ” And in that moment, everything’s so big , so bright , and he just… He lets go of the wall, spreads his arms wide, and with a pulse of his leg muscles, leaps backward.

For one, glorious moment, he’s in freefall, in midair, and his whole body feels exactly as light as his heart. He wishes he could stay like this forever, suspended in the air, suspended between one moment and the next, suspended with her .

He crashes hard onto his bed with a flop, the impact driving the breath from his lungs, but he doesn’t care—he’s too giddy. “It—it’s her ,” he chokes, still grinning like a loon. He rolls over, pressing a pillow to his face. “It’s her , it’s her , it’s her …”

“Which are you more excited about?” Plagg says, lighting on his nightstand and sitting down with his front paws between his back ones, more like a person than a cat. “That Pigtails is Ladybug, or that Ladybug is Marinette? ”

Adrien rolls onto his back, flinging the pillow into the air. “Who cares? ” he cries. “She’s her !” Which she and which her don’t matter—they’re both the same, they’re each other , they’re she ! The pillow drops into his outstretched hand, and he lets his arm fall back onto the mattress. “Oh, crackers, Plagg, it’s both of them… I… I wanted both, for so long, and now…” He wants to cry. He’d suspected, sure, over and over, but he’d always thought that was wishful thinking. Unlucky Adrien, no way on earth the two girls he’d fallen in love with could ever be the same, things like that—good things, lucky things, happy things—didn’t happen to him. And yet there she’d been, clear as day. And maybe she’d run, yeah, maybe she’d panicked, but—but he isn’t going to think about that. That’s just how she is, right? That’s…

Plagg gags. “Guardians, I knew you’d act like this…” he groans.

Adrien hugs the pillow to his chest, trying to press down on the beating of his heart, take control. She does not hate him. She doesn’t. She’s friends with Adrien, she’s friends with Chat. She was just scared. “It’s nearly Christmas,” he mumbles. “I need to get her a present.” He swallows. “No, wait.” He rolls onto his side, staring at the picture of Marinette he’s kept as his lock screen ever since he’d realized he was falling in love with her. “I need to get her… the perfect Christmas present.”

Plagg cackles. “Oh, this is going to go well.”

---

“Come on, pick up pick up pick up ,” Marinette breathes, pacing hard around her room, her feet sending scraps of cloth and loose thread skittering across the floor. Her heart is pounding in her ears, drowning out the ringing of the phone. She needs to talk to Alya. She needs to talk to Alya right now.

As soon as the line clicks, the words are spewing out of her like vomit. “Alya help me I need to figure out his presents!”

Alya laughs. “Slow down, girl!” she says. “Can’t understand a word.”

Marinette’s pulse is still thundering, her breath coming short and rapid under a chest that is way too tight. Her hands are shaking so bad she can barely hold her phone up to her ear. “I—I have to—have to—have to—his C-c- Christ mas present,” she manages, collapsing into her desk chair like a puppet with cut strings.

Alya is silent for a moment, and Marinette can almost hear what the other girl is thinking—Alya isn’t sure whether it’s safer to indulge Marinette and let her play this out, or stop her right now before she does something stupid.

“You have enough presents for the next fifty years,” Alya says, finally, obviously making her decision. “ Including this year. I remember a… pair of mittens?”

The mittens. The mittens . Marinette twists, curling into her chair. She’d been—she’d been so proud of those, the thread count, the softness. The color. But they’re not his color. They’re the color she thought he liked, but Adrien is Chat Noir and Chat Noir’s color preferences are very different from Adrien’s and…

“Not–not… not right, ” Marinette squeaks, hugging her knees close to her chest. “None— none of them are right!”

“...Oh, boy,” Alya groans. There’s a sound from the other end of the line like a thump , like she’d sat down hard. “What did he do now?”

She can hear the disbelief in Alya’s voice, like this is something small, something trivial, like this is just another panic attack, and it is , it is, it’s a panic attack obviously, but there’s so much more to it right now, so much, so much, she can’t tell Alya but she has to tell Alya and the words are spitting out of her before she has a chance to stop herself. “He—he, he’s, he’s—Chat. He’s Chat.”

“What?”

“Alya Adrien is Chat Noir.”

There is a moment where Alya says nothing, and Marinette briefly thinks she’s hung up. But then she hears a rush of breath on the other line, and… “You—you’re telling me he’s… you…” She can hear Alya’s fingers, maybe rubbing the bridge of her nose, maybe rubbing her temples. “...YOU DIDN’T THINK TO FREAKING LEAD WITH THAT? ”

Marinette’s skin feels like it’s on fire. Her breath is coming short and sharp, stabbing outward through her lungs into her chest. “Alya—”

Alya sighs. “Okay,” she says. “Okay okay okay. Hang on.” There’s a rustling in the background, probably Alya moving some papers around. “Let’s—wait. Okay. Adrien is Chat Noir.”

“Y-yuh.”

“You… finally revealed? You didn’t tell me you were—”

Marinette shakes her head with a whimper. “It—accident.”

“...Oh.” Alya sucks in a breath. “Okay. I know you’re freaking out right now, and trying to sublimate it under your concern for his Christmas present, but… look, Mari, this is, hands down, the best thing that’s ever happened to you. ”

Marinette opens her mouth to speak, but Alya gets there first. “And don’t you dare say that meeting me was better, because right now you are the luckiest woman in Paris. Okay? Can you just… appreciate that, for a minute?”

Marinette tries to speak, but all she manages is a long teakettle whistle from the back of her throat.

“Oh, crap, Mari, I—I’m sorry,” Alya says. “Everything—everything’s okay, okay? Nothing’s wrong. You’re fine.” She breathes in, loudly, then back out. “Breathe with me, okay?”

Marinette breathes in slowly, trying to match Alya’s pace. She feels her heartbeat slowing, her skin cooling. Her thoughts start to settle. “Okay,” she sighs. “I’m—I’m okay.”

“Okay,” Alya says. “I am going to freak out later over the fact that I now know Chat Noir’s identity , but right now I’m holding it together and I just—” She pauses. “The only two people you’ve ever fallen in love with? They’re the same boy.”

Marinette swallows. “I’ve—I mean, I’ve dated—”

“Luka doesn’t count, honey,” Alya says.

Marinette stays silent for a moment. “I—no. No, I guess not.”

“And Marinette?”

“...Yeah?”

“Neither does Kagami. Not for him, and not for you. Do you get what I’m saying?”

“...What?”

“Chat Noir has only ever claimed to be in love with two people . And Adrien has only ever claimed to be in love with one . Both of those people are you. Adrien is in love with you. ”

“...Oh,” Marinette whispers. Then the full meaning of what Alya has just told her strikes her full force. “ Oh. ”

---

“She’s probably panicking right now,” Adrien says, staring at his Ladybug action figure.

He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, on the side, one arm propped across his knee. He’d been so happy with the revelation that, for a moment, he’d completely forgotten how she must be feeling. And he knows her—knows her even better than he thought she did. He knows Ladybug inside and out, better than the back of his own hand, and Marinette—well, Marinette has always been transparent to him about everything (except for her feelings for him—those had been incomprehensible for most of their friendship). Both Ladybug and Marinette would be freaking out right now.

“I should be with her right now,” he mumbles.

“Nuh-uh,” Plagg says. “She’s on the phone with Alya right now. Right now, you’re the issue, so you need to give her some space. ”

“...Right,” Adrien says. “ I’m the stressor.” He leans down, his eyes boring into the plastic Ladybug’s. “Space.” It rankles—like being petted in the wrong direction. It’s his job to comfort her, to protect her, to keep her safe. What is he supposed to do if he’s the one she needs to be kept safe from?

Then he looks up at Plagg. “Wait,” he says. “On the phone with Alya?”

Plagg doesn’t grin, which is odd. His smile is soft, gentle. “You think this is my first Pigtails freakout?” he says. “She’s wielded me enough that I know a few things about her that you don’t.”

“Right,” Adrien says, turning over in bed. That shouldn’t hit so hard, like a spike through the gut, but just—the thought that even his own Kwami knows his Lady better than he does… it hurts. It hurts a lot , in a way he doesn’t want to think about.

“Adrien,” Plagg says. “You know who she is now.”

“Yeah,” Adrien says. It’s not enough, thought—there are still parts of her that he doesn’t know, still some parts of her that—

“Which means you can learn .”

“...Oh,” Adrien whispers. Then the full meaning of what Plagg has just told him strikes her full force. “ Oh. ”

“Now come on,” Plagg says. “Let’s get your girl a Christmas present.”

[normal-about-the-dca]

I found an old fic outline from 2021 that I never did anything with!! Now I'm rehyped for the idea since we've gotten much more insight into the Daycare Attendant as a character. It's a reverse-infected au where Sun ends up being Vanny's follower rather than Moon. The accompanying fic would be a short tragedy about Sun's unrequited feelings for an employee and how the virus ruins his and Moon's friendship with them.

[ms-m-astrologer]

Cosmic Events: December 2022

Lunar Phases

Sunday, December 4, 06:08 UT - Gibbous Moon, 27°03’ Aries

Thursday, December 8, 04:08 UT - Full Moon, 16°02’ Sagittarius

This is a mess of mutable energy, featuring Mars Rx exactly conjunct the Gemini Moon. Quarrels, spats, people needing to be right, lack of focus, jitters, commitment-phobia, constantly changing our minds - it won’t be easy on anyone. Best to let the dust settle and, as various planets move into cardinal signs, makes plans and/or act then.

Monday, December 12, 06:40 UT - Disseminating Moon, 5°12’ Leo

Friday, December 16, 08:56 UT - Last Quarter Moon, 24°22’ Virgo

Tuesday, December 20, 02:40 UT - Balsamic Moon, 13°10’ Scorpio

Friday, December 23, 10:17 UT - New Moon, 1°33’ Capricorn

About a day and a half after the Capricorn Solstice! It may “feel” more like the New Year today than on the 21st (or January 1). We want to make things better, and in a practical way. And we want to get it right.

Monday, December 26, 14:54 UT - Crescent Moon, 19°48’ Aquarius

Friday, December 30, 01:21 UT - First Quarter Moon, 8°18’ Aries

Void of Course Moon

Friday, December 2, 02:44 UT (Pisces) - 04:41 UT (Aries)

Sunday, December 4, 05:46 UT (Aries) - 11:38 UT (Taurus)

Tuesday, December 6, 19:02 UT (Taurus) - 20:49 UT (Gemini)

Friday, December 9, 06:13 UT (Gemini) - 07:49 UT (Cancer)

Sunday, December 11, 18:49 UT (Cancer) - 20:09 UT (Leo)

Tuesday, December 13, 15:52 UT (Leo) - Wednesday, December 14, 08:45 UT (Virgo)

(This is the longest void Moon of December, at about 17 hours’ duration.)

Friday, December 16, 19:13 UT (Virgo) - 19:49 (Libra)

(And this is December’s briefest void Moon, clocking in at 36 minutes.)

Sunday, December 18, 22:35 UT (Libra) - Monday, December 19, 03:31 UT (Scorpio)

Wednesday, December 21, 02:45 UT (Scorpio) - 07:12 UT (Sagittarius)

Thursday, December 22, 20:16 UT (Sagittarius) - Friday, December 23, 07:49 UT (Capricorn)

Sunday, December 25, 03:11 UT (Capricorn) - 07:14 UT (Aquarius)

Monday, December 26, 18:19 UT (Aquarius) - Tuesday, December 27, 07:34 UT (Pisces)

Thursday, December 29, 06:22 UT (Pisces) - 10:36 UT (Aries)

Saturday, December 31, 12:44 UT (Aries) - 17:08 UT (Taurus)

(A Taurus Moon on New Year’s Eve! Everybody wants to stay home; nobody wants to go out.)

Retrograde/Direct/Etc.

Transiting Mercury enters its pre-retrograde shadow on Monday, December 13, at 8°08’ Capricorn; it stations retrograde on Thursday, December 29, at 24°31’ Capricorn.

Transiting Mars/Gemini is retrograde all month.

Transiting Ceres in Virgo/Libra is in her pre-retrograde shadow all month.

Transiting Pallas Athene/Cancer is retrograde all month.

Transiting Juno exits her post-retrograde shadow on Saturday, December 24, at 21°31’ Pisces.

Transiting Vesta exits her post-retrograde shadow on Monday, December 13, at 6°54’ Pisces.

Transiting Jupiter in Pisces/Aries is in its post-retrograde shadow all month.

Transiting Saturn/Aquarius is in its post-retrograde shadow all month.

Transiting Chiron/Aries starts the month retrograde; it stations direct on Friday, December 23, at 11°56’ Aries.

Transiting Uranus/Taurus is retrograde all month.

Transiting Neptune/Pisces starts the month retrograde; it stations direct on Sunday, December 4, at 22°38’ Pisces.

Transiting Eris/Aries is retrograde all month.

Ingresses

Tuesday, December 6, 22:08 UT - transiting Mercury enters Capricorn

Saturday, December 10, 03:54 UT - transiting Venus enters Capricorn

Sunday, December 18, 23:26 UT - transiting Ceres enters Libra

Tuesday, December 20, 14:32 UT - transiting Jupiter re-enters Aries

Wednesday, December 21, 21:48 UT - transiting Sun enters Capricorn

Opportunity Periods

Thursday, December 1, 15:36 UT - Friday, December 2, 04:41 UT. “Great for artistic activities, romance, or anything you want to see grow.”

Tuesday, December 6, 03:54 UT - 20:49 UT. “The Crescent Moon favors continuous growth, so use this energy in positive ways for best results.”

Sunday, December 11, 14:11 UT - 20:09 UT. “Advantageous time for reaching out, material gains, or any type of project you’re involved with.”

Tuesday, December 13, 14:09 UT - 15:52 UT. “Short time to do the right thing; especially positive for reaching out to important people.”

Tuesday, December 20, 19:01 UT - Wednesday, December 21, 02:45 UT. “Good for deep thinking and clearing up emotions during the Balsamic Moon.”

Friday, December 23, 04:37 UT -05:37 UT. This is one-half hour before and after the Capricorn New Moon. “If you have something important to staet around now, this is a great time to do it.”

Wednesday, December 28, 22:05 UT - Thursday, December 29, 10:36 UT. “Mercury is moving slowly, but you can use this excellent time for creative ideas, fun, social activities, and mind expansion.”

Et Cetera

The Capricorn Solstice is on Wednesday, December 21, at 21:48 UT.

We start out with a tremendous emphasis on mutable signs, and then one after another, Mercury, Venus, Ceres, Jupiter, and the Sun enter cardinal signs. We can finally get on with it!

[eye-scream-girls]

I've been keeping a video diary for the past two years to help with my ruined 🌟 mental health 🌟 and I officially stopped on new years day this year, as it served its purpose perfectly and Oh My God I am loving not having to capture something everyday, it's been a big relief to just exist and let time flow without reminding myself to document anything. It was exactly what I needed in 2022 to help me reconnect with my physical body and recognise my face and see myself in my own life the way I needed it, and in 2023 it was perfect for capturing my joys and loved ones and everything I was grateful or proud of, and now I'm ready to just live organically and I am Loving not having to take a video everyday!! Ugh its so good.

[dramatic-squirrel]

Daminette December Day 27- Dress

@maribat-calendar-events

(Prologue to Day 19- Hands)

It was the dress that caught his attention first, the color was distinct from most of the other outfits at the gala. Distinct from the sea of black, gold, and white dresses and suits, she chose fuschia for her gown. Floor length, the skirt fit the silhouette of her body as it wrapped around until it gathered together at the waist. And Damian wasn’t too knowledgeable about fashion, he thought that the use of two different types of fabric for the neckline, worked very well for the overall design of her dress. 

The next thing that caught his attention was how she was standing off to the side, her position in the banquet hall was ideal for avoiding useless social necessities. Considering his desire to escape his own useless social interactions in the form of his siblings, it seemed like the best place for him to hide for a while.

When he made it over to where she was standing, he thought about introducing himself, but he hesitated. If her goal was to avoid people, she probably wouldn’t appreciate the greeting. So he simply stood next to her and observed the rest of the hall.

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Marinette was surprised by the sudden arrival of the man next to her, not that he spoke to her, which came off as a bit rude, but she brushed it off thinking that he probably didn’t want to interact with the other guests at the moment. Otherwise, she had no clue why he would be hanging out in this corner of the gala, furthest from anything exciting happening. 

The second thing Marinette noticed about the man, after his behavior and anti=social personality, was the suit he wore. It was atrociously bland, a simple black tuxedo, and sure, the fabric was high quality, but fashion was more than just pricey fabric. For the next ten minutes, she stared off in space as she thought about how she would redesign the man’s suit.