#he's stringing out the christmas lights they gave him the hard work

[cybunii]

BAD ROMANCE

a/n: i have no idea how this took so long but im so glad i finished it >< hope the last bit (smut) is good, i rushed it </3

pairing: Leon Kennedy x F! Reader

cw: age difference, fingering, p in v, some mention of nicknames, porn with plot, kinda late christmas? could be any leon but i thought of di leon ヾ(•ω•`)

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It was getting close to Christmas time, and your family’s annual party was just around the corner, in only a few days.  

Decorating was your favorite part, making sure each table was perfect, stringing lights up, and color-matching flowers down to the hex code. 

You weren’t a big fan of the people, making the same basic conversation repeatedly. Politeness was handed out to every person there, never to see them again until the next year. 

You had finished everything else, now making the personalized greeting cards. It was a nice way to see who was coming. 

Being so close to Christmas, it was nice to destress. All the last-minute essays and tests practically drove you crazy. 

You recognized a few names, adding a little more detail to them.

You came across a blank one you haven’t started on yet, the name card reading ‘Leon S Kennedy’. 

You can’t remember the last time you saw him. Being busy at college and him coming over randomly made it hard to interact at all, your dad texting you during class that he showed up. You didn’t understand why he pushed it so hard. 

Sure, he may be a good guy, but the age gap made conversations awkward. You enjoyed talking, but there was nothing in common. 

“A stern intimidating government agent and a cute college girl.”

You giggle at the thought, that sentence sounding like a bad porno. 

You continue working on the card, trying to personalize it like you had done with the others. 

A quick walk around the place and you nod to yourself, finally done with everything. 

Now to wait until the boring party, what could go wrong?

-

The days leading up to the event came and went, and the stressful day is now upon you.

You laid an outfit out the night before, almost going through every article of clothing you owned before finding the perfect outfit. 

You spun around in the mirror, checking every angle before walking out of your room and into the kitchen. 

Your mom and dad were in a heated conversation, arguing about rides and whatnot. 

You gave them a weird look and cleared your throat, making them both look at you in what looked like surprise, shock and worry. “Oh- Hey hun” Your dad stuttered out, quickly hugging you. An obvious distraction from the conversation they were just having. You stand back and cross your arms, giving him a knowing look. 

He huffs, walking over and standing beside your mom, nudging her with his elbow. She rolls her eyes and steps forward, taking your hand and sitting you down at the kitchen table. “I'm assuming you heard a good bit of that, so I'll be completely honest with you.” She sighed, her stern eyes quickly glaring at your dad. “Somebody- I wont say who. Offered to pick a few people up, so you'll have to ride with…someone else”

You give her a puzzled look, scrunching your face up. “Okay..? I can just drive there-”

“We already told someone you'd ride with them” Your dad interrupts, a guilty look on his face. You groan, placing your head in your hands, trying to calm yourself a little bit. You sigh, looking back up. “Well, who is this mystery driver?” 

They both look at each other, your mom softly patting your leg before she stands up. “They'll be here soon…”

You sigh again, shaking your head back and forth. “Very descriptive, thank you. When will they be here?” You grumble, standing up. You hear the low rumble of a car pulling up, and you can practically feel the bass through the floors of whatever loud music they are playing. 

“Speak of the devil!” Your dad cheerfully exclaims, slowly making his way to the door. 

You quickly rush up the stairs, needing to grab your bag and put on your shoes. 

You slip on your shoes and your ears perk up at the sound of a deep laugh. You hear a few laughs and three voices, your mom and dad, and a voice you don't quite recognize.  

You finish getting fully ready and crack your door open, hoping to get a small look at the mystery person.

“Hey! There she is!” Your mom yells, her tone almost demanding you make your way back down to them. 

You internally groan, taking a deep breath before you quickly make your way down the stairs. 

Immediately making eye contact with Leon as you step into the kitchen. 

Your mouth dries up at the sight of him, your greetings and perfect gestures leaving your head, making it blank. 

I mean, he's drop-dead gorgeous? You know it had been quite a few years since you last saw him, but you didn't think he could get more attractive. 

His sleek pants and black dress shirt fit him perfectly, clinging to the muscles that desperately wanted to break out. His worn leather jacket is on top of that. 

He was tall and lean. His muscled and tan frame was framed by his intense eyes and soft smile. Dark short hair, almost black. Even though he looked tough, a faint smirk could be seen playing on the edges of his lips, reminding you that there's more to this agent than his exterior suggests.

His eyes squint down at you and you get knocked out of your gaze, your eyes widening for a split second. 

“Hey, Leon! It's been a while since I saw you” You say with a smile, your normal self returning. 

He chuckles, the low tone of it surprising you. “Yeah, thought you were avoiding me,” He says, crossing his arms, his piercing eyes never leaving yours. 

You awkwardly laugh, your hand shooting up to rub the back of your neck. “Just been a bit busy at college is all” 

“Enjoying your break so far?” 

You raise your eyebrows at that question, the tone Leon used almost sending chills down your spine, in a good way. 

“Uh yeah, so far…” You mumble, your eyes darting over to your parents for a second, the look on your face begging for a little help. Your mom suddenly claps her hands together, startling the three of you. “Well, we need to go pick up some people. So we will meet you at the party, okay?” She smiles, basically pushing all of us outside. 

“Well let's get going sweetheart, don't wanna be late,” He says with a smirk, making his way over to his parked car. You hurriedly make your way after him, getting in the passenger seat after he unlocked the doors. 

He turns the car on and the music blasts through the radio, the sudden loud noise making you jump a little in your seat. He laughs and turns it down, muttering a small “sorry..” as he pulls out of the driveway. 

His brows furrowed as he flipped through the radio with his free hand, his other gripped on the steering wheel. 

He lets out a small approving noise, settling on a song that you've never heard of. 

A weird wave of tension fills the air, and both of you are suddenly aware of each other in the car. 

Trying to find a distraction, your eyes wander over to him. 

The way his arms flex when he moves, his rough hands gripping the wheel, the serious expression he is wearing as he's driving. You find yourself captivated by his every movement, the sudden dryness of your eyes pulling you out of your trance. 

He suddenly smirks. “You with me?” He teases, looking at you out of the corner of his eye.

Your face flushes, your loud and racing heartbeat making it hard to think. You shyly nod, looking out the windshield. 

He chuckles, his eyes returning to the road in front of him. 

“So, what’s so cool about this party?” 

Your ears perk up at that question, not realizing he had never been. 

“Oh, it’s kinda hard to explain. It’s just a nice get-together for the town” You say, trying to explain but still sounding as vague as possible. 

“It has food and drinks, and little things here and there. Oh, and a Secret Santa towards the end! That’s my favorite part” You smile, knowing the present you bought was already sitting on the huge table. 

“Good thing your old man told me about that part, wouldn’t want to show up empty-handed” He smirks, gesturing to the wrapped present he had in the backseat. 

You raise your eyebrows at that, not expecting him to bring anything, and also wondering what he had in that box. 

“I would ask but I guess that would ruin the surprise for later” You laugh, placing a finger over your lips. 

“Exactly” 

After talking for a few minutes, the tension almost disappeared, which made you happy. Finally talking to him made you realize what a waste it was to miss out on the other times. 

While he still had walls up and still made you incredibly nervous. His dry humor and good looks made up for all that. 

Depending on how many times you see him in the future, you think you could be really good friends.

You finally pull up to the place after what feels like hours, taking a nice deep breath of the cold air as you step out of the car.  

He leans against the hood of his car, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. “Go ahead sweet thing, I’ll just be a few” You eye him up and down, before nodding, quickly walking in the doors. 

Your eyes widen a bit, looking around at the sea of people. This has to be the biggest party yet, and it wasn’t even the correct time for people to show up. 

Your parents rush to you as you open the doors, already looking stressed. 

“We might need your help this time around, handing out drinks and whatnot” 

You slowly nod, maybe working and busting your ass for these random people will make you forget about the sweet compliments and the bad intentions. 

-

You walk around the venue for hours, handing out beer, water, and maybe kegs of champagne. 

You honestly didn’t understand how people could drink that much, but it’s not like there was a set limit to how much they could take. Your parents were also guilty of that, buying so much. 

You find your way outside, resting on the uncomfortable cold brick wall. Taking in a nice deep breath, you audibly sigh, finally taking your much-needed break. 

You may still be on your feet, but it’s a nice break regardless. 

“Tired?” A low voice asks.

You turn your head a bit, making eye contact with Leon. 

“Don’t tell me you’ve been out here the whole time” You laugh, shaking your head back and forth like a disappointed parent. 

“Nah, I’ve been in a few times. Saw you being a little waitress in there” He says, a clear smirk on his face as he exhales, allowing smoke to slowly exit his parted lips. 

“I never served you, what did you drink?” 

“Nothing, very limited choices. I’m a whiskey kinda guy” He shrugs, grinding his lit cigarette out into a nearby ashtray. 

You hum, nodding your head. 

Looking him up and down, you could tell he was that type of guy, you can’t really put your finger on the specifics though.

A few minutes pass, complete silence from the both of you. 

It wasn’t awkward this time, just weird tension again. 

“Are you going back in?” He asks, lighting up another one of his cigarettes. 

“Not right this second…” You sigh, leaning your head against the wall. 

He chuckles a bit, amused at your expression. 

“Not big on small talk, but you’re too interesting” He murmurs, sparing a small glance at you. 

“You’re not so bad, kid.” He winks, blowing the smoke out again. 

You aren’t too big on smoking but god is it tempting to start just for him. 

The way he looks at you while he blows the smoke out, makes you want to inhale anything he’s willing to let out. 

“Ah, thanks.” You say after a few seconds, deciding not to focus too much on the small name he ended that with. 

“You’re cool, I guess…” You shrug, a small smirk appearing on your lips. 

He raises an eyebrow, scoffing as if he’s actually offended. 

“Cooler than you” He laughs, rolling his eyes. 

“Yeah right” You quickly reply back, crossing your arms. 

This small back-and-forth almost makes you nauseous, if anyone else tried what he’s doing? You’d immediately walk away. 

How far could this even go? It’s wrong, but right in so many ways. 

You could fight with yourself for ages, or you could enjoy the little bit of flirting that he’s offering up. 

He seems pretty interested, and you weren’t too far off from ditching this boring party and going home with him. 

“So…” You started off with, deciding to ditch your screaming mind and go with your heart. 

“You secretly married with kids or something?” 

Leon laughs at that, shaking his head in what seems to be disbelief. “Took my ring off before I came here..” 

You shrug, making a point to keep your hands up. 

“Can’t chase after a married man.”

He hums, looking forward as he exhales the smoke again. 

The silence after is deafening, only listening to the sounds of crickets and cars in the distance. 

“You want to get out of here?”

He suddenly asks, throwing his cigarette to the side. 

-

Like you’d say no to that

-

The next moments are a blur, completely skipping over the awkward car ride and the quick fumbling to get in the door for his keys.  

Skipping when he grabs you with no effort, holding you up as he kisses you like it’s the last thing he’ll do, like a dying man’s last meal. 

Hoisting you up the stairs, and throwing you onto his bed. 

He makes a show of taking off his clothes. 

Carefully slipping off his blazer, undoing his tie with ease, and throwing it across the room. Unhooking his belt but leaving it looped through the pants, slowly pulling down his zipper, his boxers peeking through.

You watch him do everything, not bothering to take off your own clothes, but he’ll take care of that.

Leon crawls on the bed, only stopping once he’s on top of you, his gaze carefully inspecting every inch of your body under him. 

He lets out a low whistle when he’s done, meeting your eyes once again. 

“Look at you…”

He purrs, his grin now forming into a wolfish smirk.

“Where should I start first, hm?” 

His hands trail your waist, quickly making his way to your thighs, lightly squeezing them. 

He wastes no time in tearing your pants off, not bothering to even acknowledge the little sound of a rip, throwing them to the floor.

He runs his thumb on the outside of your soaked panties, smirking as he feels how wet they are. You shudder at the feeling, your thighs instinctively opening wider for him. 

“So eager for me already…”

He murmurs, placing a soft kiss on the inner side of your thigh, making you let out a small gasp.

His fingers hook around the band of your underwear, sliding them down until they are completely off, discarding them with the rest of the now-forgotten clothes. You don't care if you never see those panties again, you’d happily give them to him as a late christmas gift. 

He runs his fingers through your wet folds, coating them in slick before pushing two in carefully, his eyes watching your every reaction. You draw in a sharp breath, your hands weakly grasping onto the sheets. 

He thrusts them deeper into you, hitting spots you could only imagine trying to get on your own. It definitely feels better when he's doing it, his rough thick fingers going in and out of you, making obscene noises that could put a porno to shame. 

His thumb rubs against your clit while his other hand pumps in and out of your tight pussy, creating an intense sensation of pleasure and desire for more. 

The combination of stimulation from both inside and outside your pussy makes you feel overwhelmed with lust and arousal. Your body responds instinctively, arching off the bed as he continues to fuck your gushing cunt with his thick digits. Your juices flow freely, drenching the mattress beneath you as he fills you up completely.

“Making such pretty noises, feeling good?”

"..yeah... fuck... I need you inside of me..." You say between gasps, still trying to catch your breath as you look at him through lidded eyes, desire and lust all over your face. 

He chuckles softly, his voice deep and sensual as he pulls out of you. "Good girl," he says before he positions himself at your entrance once again, holding onto your hips tightly as he prepares to sink back inside of you. 

His cock throbs with anticipation, eager to fill you up completely once more. As he pushes forward, the head slides past your tight entrance, causing you to let out another moan of pleasure. 

The feeling of being filled by him sends shivers down your spine and makes every nerve in your body tingle with excitement.

Leon smirks down at you, his eyes burning with pure lust as he watches your reaction. 

"You like that, don't you?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly as he leans down to place kisses on your neck while he fucks you effortlessly.

His hips move rhythmically, driving his cock deeper into your cunt with each thrust, filling you up completely.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air as he fucks you relentlessly, his powerful movements causing you to stretch and clench around him. You can feel the heat emanating from your core as your body tries to accommodate his size.

"..fuckk....." You moan, unable to contain yourself as he drives himself even further inside of you. "I'm so close... so fucking close."

But before you reach your climax, there's still more for him to do. 

He continues to pound away at your cunt, pushing you closer and closer to the edge until you are on the verge of exploding with pleasure, having to chase his own high while he focuses on yours. 

The intensity builds up as he works harder and faster, pushing himself towards his own orgasm while trying to please you. 

His balls slap against your thighs with every powerful stroke, as he tries to bring both of you to climax together.

"..fuck, pretty girl takin me so well...." 

He grunts out loudly between breaths, as he feels his own arousal building up inside him, he tries to maintain control over his ejaculation, but it seems like it's becoming difficult for him to do so. 

"Gonna cum soon..." he growls, reaching down and gripping your hips tightly. “..bury it deep inside you..bet you'd like that,” You eagerly nod in agreement while trying to rock your hips against him.

Your lidded eyes are locked onto his, and you can see the desire burning within them. With one final push, you let out a drawn-out moan, signaling your own release.

Meanwhile, Leon feels the telltale signs of his own impending orgasm as he watches you ride out your own pleasure, and he releases his own load with a grunt, burying himself deeper into you as spurt after spurt of thick, white cum shoots into you. 

The moment his cock finally stops pulsing and releasing its load, he gasps heavily, pulling out of you slowly while looking at you intently. 

He looks relieved, but also satisfied as he looks at the cum flowing out of your wet cunt, slowly pooling beneath you.  

"You look so hot right now," he suddenly says, his voice barely above a whisper as he runs his hand through his disheveled hair.

Leon stares at you for a moment longer before settling in next to you, kissing you gently on the forehead as he pulls you against him.

"Mmm...who would've thought the party ended this way…" he whispers softly into your ear before planting a series of tender kisses along your jawline and down your neck.

"This is definitely not how I imagined things going tonight," You admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I must say…I'm really enjoying this."

He pauses and looks at you with an arrogant look. “Oh really? I couldn't tell” He mumbles, a clear smirk on his face.

- 

The back and forth lasts for what feels like forever, finally falling asleep hours later. 

You may have ignored cleaning up and telling your parents where you were, but you'll deal with that tomorrow. 

But right now?

You'll enjoy peacefully sleeping in his arms. 

-

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[upsidedownwithsteve]

DAY TWO: Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie had counted the days by scoring lines into his bedroom wall, jagged and ugly and uneven. It wasn’t even his room, not really. His stuff was there, his guitar - the strings close to breaking with how much he’d played it, some of his comics, his old painted figurines.

Everything was just covered in vines, wet and overwhelming, taking up space on the walls, the floor, winding around his kitchen counters and sneaking into the empty fridge. He wasn’t sure how was still alive. He stopped questioning it somewhere around the one hundred and thirtieth day. And on day two hundred, he realised no one was coming for him.

Everyone thought he was dead.

Eddie wasn’t really sure that he wasn’t.

But he was standing and walking and breathing and when he moved around the upside down, he realised that depending on where he went, he could hear pockets of his old life. Eddie wasn’t sure how, in fact, sometimes he thought he was imagining it. Dustin’s voice near the school - empty in front of Eddie, filled only with vines and dust - but he could stand by the lockers and hear the kids voices, faded and far away, never able to answer.

On some days, If he walked into town, ducking behind rusted cars to hide from flying creatures, he could hear Steve and Robin quietly bickering behind the counter of Family Video. Eddie had tried to call to them, tried to flash the lights like they had before but nothing seemed to work. Not even the time when he lost it, kicking over stand after stand until every video tape was on the floor, crushed under his boots.

He didn’t like to hang around his trailer often. He didn’t like to hear Wayne. Not when all the old man did was cry.

So Eddie scored another line in the wall of the room that wasn’t really his room and he headed outside before Wayne came home.

December twenty fourth. Christmas Eve.

There was stuff falling from the sky, white but not snow, a strange kind of ash that seemed to come and go without rhyme or reason, this dimension defying the laws of day and night, seasons and weather.

It was just always dark.

Except now, as he headed towards the park that day desolate in the middle of town, a glow came from amongst the trees. It twinkled faintly, different colours blinking in and out of view from the bare branches, the shadow of something that was never there - not in this world, not here.

It came from above, from where things stood the right side up, the afterglow of fairy lights that were hung between the canopies, red, green, purple, orange and blue. Every now and then they blinked in the air, the reflection of a tiny bulb in mid air, no real wires to be seen.

It was like there was a gate left open, a tiny crack between worlds that sometimes let things slip in. Always in, never out. Eddie had tried. Eddie had tried so hard. But these cracks in the worlds gave him lights and the voices of his friends and now, as he sat on a rotting bench underneath the bare bone trees, he heard the faint sounds of people singing.

It was a ghostly noise, too far away to be too loud, faint and haunting, the sounds of Christmas carollers from a world he couldn’t see. But Eddie sat in the empty park and listened, his pale cheeks lit up in aquamarine and cherry red every time those little lights flashed.

And when the singing finished and he was sure he could hear a bell tower somewhere, he counted down and bowed his head, staring at the winding vines that were crawling up the leg of the bench, inching towards him and his somehow still beating heart.

“Merry Christmas,” he whispered.

He wasn’t sure who he was talking to. Maybe himself. Maybe no one.

But somewhere, in their houses and outside of church and amongst the cheer of the holiday celebrations in Hawkins park, some people heard him.

[kitthepurplepotato]

🎄Love letters and mistletoes!🎄

Purple Potato Christmas Special!

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Pairing: Midoriya Izuku x Reader

Genre: One shot - Fluff, strangers to friends to lovers, hint of angst on Izuku’s side (five sentences max)

Summary: With Izuku’s favorite holiday approaching, you decide to give your work partner a present he’ll never forget. Is that a good or a bad thing? - we shall see.

Warnings: Swear words, mention of someone getting hurt, Midoriya is quite depressed at the beginning of the story.

Two more warnings: The story is really fluffy and cute but it’s quite melancholic overall, except the ending!

Also, English isn’t my first language so please be kind! Feel free to send me a message if I messed something up really badly!

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“Merry Christmas, everyone!” Midoriya Izuku raises his glass of orange juice with a proud smile on his face. “Thank you very much for your hard work, as always. I’m so lucky to have you, guys.”

“Cheers, boss!” Your half-drunk colleague yells, making the whole team and Midoriya giggle with his shenanigans.

There is one thing everyone knows about the “boss”; he’s humble to a fault. Whenever something good happens it’s always his agency who gets the praise; Izuku Midoriya can’t take a compliment to this day and he just makes everything sound like a team effort even though he’s the one doing 95% of the job, saving people back and forth, 7 days a week with no holidays in between but he never even complains once.

Well, not in public. He doesn’t complain to anyone but you and that’s the biggest achievement of your whole life, to be honest.

You started working at Midoriya’s agency when you were twenty; pro hero Deku was already a big name back then. He was just about to open his own agency but he had no idea about the business side of it; you still have no clue how you managed to get this job with your non-existent experience but here you are, five years later, sitting in the massive meeting room now decorated with garlands and string lights, while you look at your favorite companion with nothing but love and respect.

Midoriya Izuku absolutely adores Christmas. He decorates the whole agency every year, usually by himself then brings a ridiculous amount of food for the team to feast on after their working hours which he insists he made by himself, but judging by the seasoning it’s probably Dynamight’s doing who also insists “he has nothing to do with this shit.”

Both of these people are terrible liars, by the way.

This year, you were lucky enough to help Midoriya with the decorations. You couldn’t believe it when he asked you to stay longer with him; he might be the friendliest person in the whole world but when it comes to things like this, he somehow enjoys to do them alone, with no one around, just him and the Christmas music blasting from the speakers as the sun slowly sets in the background.

He was much worse five years ago; he loved to chat around about silly things but he absolutely hated to talk about himself, about his feelings, about his plans, about anything that involved him, really; he always changed the topic to something else (or someone else) as the first personal question left the other person’s mouth. After a while, the team just gave up on Midoriya Izuku and they only talked about themselves with him but you couldn’t ignore the massive bags under the hero’s eyes, nor his self-deprecating words when someone somehow managed to make him talk about something personal; you’ve always found the most ridiculous excuses to stay behind with him, to be next to him, to give him support, even if it’s from far away.

Things have started to change on a gloomy Thursday afternoon; Midoriya’s agency managed to catch a massive villain group but not without a price; one of the sidekicks got gravely injured, barely made it out alive and you knew Midoriya was blaming himself for it.

You were just about to leave for the day when you heard the tiny sniffles coming out of his office; needless to say you threw all your belongings on the floor and ran towards the sound right away.

Midoriya was a mess. His eyes were swollen, tears streaking down his cheeks as he continued typing on the computer, completely ignoring his fickle mental state just so he can do some more work. He didn’t even look up from his screen as you opened the door; he tried to school the scowl on his face, he really did, but it was all in vain - he couldn’t hide his red-rimmed eyes or the bags under it.

“Hey, your shift is over, go home. Enjoy your evening, Y/N, I’ll be out myself in a second.”

Lies.

“I’ll wait for you then.” You sat down on the sofa right next to his desk, faking obliviousness.

The silence was awkward, but somehow Midoriya could sense that you wouldn’t leave even if he would have insisted for you to do so, so he nodded to no one in particular and continued his paperwork, continued the sniffling and then finally, the tears came and none of you said a single word about it.

Not until Midoriya Izuku finally broke.

“I should have been there. I should have saved him from that blow…” He muttered to the screen in front of him. You’ve never seen him so heartbroken before and it broke your heart, you could hear it shatter on the floor as you looked up to see the young, Number One hero who’s usually so full of energy and positive thoughts crouching by the computer with nothing but pure blankness in his eyes.

“You were on the other side of the battlefield. I checked the footage already. You can’t save everyone, Midoriya. No human being can, not even All Might.” You whispered into the silence. “She’s okay, by the way. It was a close call but she’ll be fine. Your quick response saved her life. You are not the reason for her suffering. You are the reason she’s still alive.”

Midoriya looked at you like this is the first time he’s seen you for real; your voice was raw, much deeper than your usual work-voice but apparently it was the right choice to show your real self to him because after this, something changed; his walls started to crack as he looked up at you, vulnerable and raw.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, but there was no malice in his voice; it was quite the opposite actually; it felt like Midoriya has opened up a bit, let you see the broken pieces inside him then he let you choose if you want to stay or leave.

“Because I really want to hug you.”

Midoriya’s walls shattered completely in only a few seconds after that. You wanted to share his pain and your wish was granted; Midoriya couldn’t stop the tears anymore, his cry loud and incoherent as he meandered over and sat down next to you. His head landed on your shoulders with a loud thump and he cried and cried, for a few minutes or hours, you have no idea but eventually, the sobs subdued and there was silence, a really comfortable one at that. Your fingers raked through the messy, unwashed curls as Midoriya finally let himself fall asleep in your arms, probably for the first time in the last 48 hours.

Something shifted around you two after that. You didn’t need to ask what’s wrong anymore; if you stayed longer for no reason Midoriya took it as an invite to went, talked about his life, about his problems, no fake smiles, just words and incoherent mumbles as Izuku let out everything that has been bothering him during the day in one go.

It was quite a surprise to see Midoriya’s “ugly” side; you didn’t think he had so much hatred in him, mostly towards himself, you didn’t think he could get so offended by stupid things like the comment section on his Instagram profile but the most surprising thing was that somehow, during his rants and smile-free conversations you managed to fall in love with his broken soul and it only got worse once he let you in when things were good as well; his smile came back and it became more real when it was only the two of you in the building and it made the butterflies have a break dance battle in your tummy, it made your chest tighten, and finally, it made your heart beat in a new, strange way and it felt so right yet so wrong at the same time you couldn’t decide what to do with it for years.

You two became close friends after that. Midoriya invited you to come with him every time his friends went out drinking then kept you close and safe until the end of the night, he opened your door for you and didn’t leave until you fell asleep. You were his plus one whenever there was an event he had to attend, casual or business, you stayed at his office and listened to him talk almost every day, but that was all, there was never a sign from him that he wants this to be more than a close, work-related friendship so you’ve never made a move. It’s not like there haven’t been a chance to do so; oh no, there have been several; like the time you two ended up cuddling on his sofa while you watched a movie after a ridiculously busy week. Midoriya’s fingers went up and down your naked arms while you nuzzled into his neck, happy and content and you were so close to leave a tiny kiss there, but you stopped yourself because you felt like… this, whatever this was, was too pure to ruin with your “dirty”, unrequited feelings.

You didn’t think you will ever have a chance and to be honest, you still don’t think so… But there was this one moment, just a few days before, that made you think that maybe, telling him about your feelings wouldn’t be the end of the world and knowing how understanding Midoriya is, he would probably fight for this friendship even if you fuck it all up with your confession.

You two laughed so much during the decorating and it really didn’t feel like overtime; Midoriya’s honest, sweet laughs were much better than the loaded paycheck by the end of the month. It took you guys ages to finish the whole thing so you two ended up crashing on Midoriya’s office sofa after a quick shower in the communal bathroom.

There wasn’t enough space for the two of you to be comfortable so soon enough you ended up cuddling, Midoriya’s thighs halfway down the sofa but somehow, both of you felt content like that, like it was normal, like it was meant to be.

“Y/N, can I ask you a silly question?” Midoriya mumbled, halfway asleep.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever felt like you have everything you’ve ever wanted but somehow, something is still missing? Is it selfish to want more than what you can get… sometimes?” You couldn’t miss the way Midoriya’s hand clenched by your middle as he said that.

“Midoriya, I respect you but all you’ve got is several mental issues and a good job. There is more to life than that.”

Midoriya’s ugly snort was the cutest thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“Like what?”

“Uhm…” You giggled into Midoriya’s neck. “Puppies. Seeing the world. Learning something new. And uhm… falling in love, maybe…”

“Have you ever been in love, Y/N?” Midoriya asked, and the conversation turned serious. “Is that something you wish for?”

“Only with the right person.” You admitted. “I don’t want to go on blind dates and stuff. I just want… this. Being content. And happy. With someone I respect and adore.”

“Are you happy now?” Midoriya’s voice was right next to your ears but somehow, it sounded so far away; like he’s talking to someone else, to someone watching you two from above, a deity or a guardian Angel.

“Right now? I am.”

~•🥦•~

Being Midoriya’s friend was getting harder and harder every day. The urge to touch, to kiss the fresh scars on his nose were almost unbearable sometimes, especially on the days when Midoriya was hard on himself for no reason whatsoever. Thankfully, most days - now that Christmas was approaching - were filled with Midoriya’s laughter instead of the sound of his heartbroken sniffles.

The first day after decorating the office is always fun; everyone cheers as their eyes meet the thousands of colors swirling around the walls, dread of the early morning long forgotten; the Christmas snacks in the cafeteria makes everyone’s lunch a tiny bit more cheerful - there isn’t a single grumpy person in the whole agency on the first day.

After five years, you kinda got used to this but for you and Midoriya, this was a special day for another reason; it was the first day you two woke up in each other’s arms. Something shifted again, but you had no idea what; everything felt the same but somehow different, like the distance between you and Midoriya got halved, like he was in an arm’s length now, waiting for you to finally reach out but you were quite sure it was only the night before that made it feel like that. Until…

“I also brought some things in if that’s okay!” One of your colleagues spoke up with a shit-eating grin on his face. You love this guy but he’s always up to no good and once you’ve seen the mistletoe hanging right above you, you knew what’s his “mischief of the day” was. “Oh no, it seems like we need to kiss...” The guy couldn’t even finish his sentence properly as suddenly, Midoriya appeared out of thin air, right next to you; he spun you around once, making you laugh with his sudden cheekiness, then twice and you two ended up right under the mistletoe. Midoriya’s cheeky smile made your heart do a somersault in your chest and you swear your heart stopped for a second as Midoriya left a comically loud smack on your cheek and left the room, giggling to himself like a mischievous child. “Dang, boss, you are such a cockblock!” He yelled after his cheeky boss while he laughed - there is no way anyone can be mad at Midoriya when he’s in a good mood. He’s just too adorable.

All you could think of for the rest of the day was how soft Midoriya’s lips were and how much you wanted to taste them.

Maybe it’s time for me to tell him. - you thought to yourself as you came up with a Christmas present idea.

~•🥦•~

“Next Christmas, I want us to thank you for your hard work, not the other way around.” You tell Midoriya as you two take a little break from cleaning out the office after the Christmas celebration. Calling Chargebolt over was a terrible idea - half of the team had to be taken home by a taxi as Chargebolt couldn’t stop refilling their cups while they weren’t looking. Needless to say, you two haven’t drunk at all, knowing that someone will need to make the place habitable again for tomorrow because hero life never ends, not even on Christmas Eve.

“Having you here with me is enough. It’s not fun to clean up alone.” Midoriya gives you that damn smile you can’t get enough of, even though you see it quite often these days. If this feeling inside your chest isn’t love you have no idea what love is. There is no way there’s a stronger feeling than the ache in your heart as you look at the small, barely visible wrinkles by Izuku’s eyes, the beautiful, gorgeous freckles that didn’t fade with age at all - they also make him look 10 years younger than he actually is - this ache in your heart is urging you to touch, to soothe, to please, to make the other happy; it’s painful but it’s also pleasant, a burn that stings but leaves a nice, tingly feeling afterwards.

“Midoriya… actually… Izuku…” You look up at the most important person in your life and he looks back at you with nothing but pure wonder in his eyes.

“Why does it sound like heaven when you say it?” Izuku mutters with a red face but you are too terrified to actually step back and think about his reaction, because this is it - You are just about to confess and ruin everything you’ve worked so hard for.

“I… I have a present for you. You don’t need to accept it. Please, only accept it if you… if you really mean it.” You mumble as you take out a small envelope and give it to him with shaking hands.

It’s so stupid. And so childish. There is no way in hell you can do this in a proper way so you focus on a random scratch on the wooden floor; you can’t look into his eyes while you slowly let your heart out through your mouth just so he can punch it back into your chest and break it into pieces. Not like he would ever would do such a thing, but still.

He looks at the small envelope with a happy smile on his face for a while then finally, he opens it up and starts reading out loud. You really want the ground to open up under you right now.

“Dear Izuku. (I hope you don’t mind me calling you that.) No, I don’t, I like it haha - You won a prize! … what is this, Y/N?” Izuku giggles but the smile slowly disappears from his face. Every second feels like an eternity. It’s like something is choking you but you can’t do anything about it. “It’s a ticket for a one on one Christmas date with Y/N, platonic, or romantic, depending on your… de…cision.” Izuku looks up from the little card with pure confusion written all over his face.

“As I said, you do not need to accept this at all. I have a plan B. But if you do and you decide on the romantic date… I… I must add that the romantic ticket is non-refundable. And it’s not… for one day. Think about it a Christmas puppy. You give it to someone for Christmas but it’s a responsibility for a lifetime. Oh my god, that sounds so stupid, I’m sorry, I can’t do this, please just forget about it and give that back to me…” you try to get the card back but Izuku pulls it away.

“Do you mean it?” Izuku mumbles; you can’t look into his eyes, you can’t, but at the same time you really want to see his face right now, you need to see how he reacts. You look up from the floor for only a second; and that one second turns your whole life upside down.

Izuku’s eyes are full of tears, but somehow, his whole face looks… happy?

“What?” You mumble back, mesmerized by the sparks in Izuku’s eyes. Were they always so beautiful or is it just the magic of Christmas Eve?

“The romantic date… no refunds, for a lifetime… do you mean it?”

“Would I be shaking like a leaf if I wouldn’t? I’m freaking out, Izuku.” Your voice cracks by the end of your sentence, tears prickling your eyes as you try to keep eye contact.

“I also… have a Christmas present for you.” He mutters, not answering your question which is an answer itself. You know Izuku well enough to know what he means by dodging a question; he’s been doing that for a whole year before you two became friends and you hate how much it hurts to be on the receiving side again, especially in this situation. It was so stupid for you to do this on Christmas Eve. You ruined the holiday for you both and Izuku has been so excited about it and now every year, he’ll think about your stupid confession and how you ruined the only holiday he genuinely enjoys…

“Here. Please, read it. I want to see your face when you get to the end of it.” Midoriya gives you that damned smile again; the smile you love so much and it’s so out of place in this situation but somehow, it gives you hope; it makes you believe that maybe you didn’t ruin your friendship nor the holiday completely and this can be salvaged after all. “Please.” He repeats as he gives you a cute letter, steadying your shaky hands with his own; the feeling of Izuku’s rough fingertips on the back of your hands almost makes you yelp out loud but after a few deep breaths you school your face into something neutral and start reading.

“Dear Y/N. Getting a silly little letter from me must not have been on your bucket list but I hope at least it will make you feel happy. We’ve been close friends for four years now and knew each other five. I think about you as one of the most important people in my life and the feeling only got stronger and stronger as the days has passed and at one point, my feelings got out hand and wandered to an unknown path and it took me literal years to realize what they really mean, so I’m sorry if this letter is a little bit too late.” You need to take a deep breath. This letter sounds suspiciously like a love letter but Izuku has always been an emotional person so maybe, this is his way of telling you he thinks about you as family? “The first thing that made me wonder about my feelings was that… I love to touch you. I love to keep you close. I enjoy being with you alone more than I enjoy sharing a drink with you in a pub when my friends are around. The second thing was that somehow, over the years you got prettier in my eyes - you’ve always been pretty, don’t get me wrong but my eyes got caught on certain things a friend’s shouldn’t; your lips, your cheekbones, on the way your hair flies in the wind and small things like that. Then the third and final thing was only a few days ago; on the first day of our Christmas extravaganza when someone was about to kiss you under the mistletoe.

All I could think of was that… I want you to be mine.”

Your heart is having a hard time and so is your mind. This can’t be real. There is no way this happening right now…?!

“Izuku?!”

“Just continue.” Izuku smiles at you, his eyes full of affection. He moves his hands to your middle once he deemed you strong enough to be able to hold a single piece of paper and you can feel the twitch in the movement as he struggles to not pull you close and you can’t believe you’ve missed the sighs until now; Izuku looks at you like you are the prettiest star on the sky, like you are the reason the sun shines above you and it’s so endearing yet so natural… this moment, here, right now, at 10PM on a cold and dark Sunday evening… this moment was written in the starts thousands of years ago, you can feel it in your heart, in your soul, fucking everywhere.

“We cried, we laughed, we cheered, we mourned; we did all of these together but now it’s time for the next adventure - if you are up for it, of course.” You can’t stop sniffling as you get to the end of the letter. “So your Christmas present… is my heart. Because it’s all yours. It always has been. Is it even a present if it was yours for so long already? Great question. I think it’s the thought that counts.

Dear, Y/N. I love you. From the bottom of my heart to the tip of my toes.

Yours Sincerely;

Midoriya Izuku.”

There isn’t a proper word or a proper sentence to describe what you are feeling right now. You want to cry and laugh at the same time, you want to break down but you also want to stand tall and proud because your feelings just got reciprocated.

“We came up with the same silly idea, Y/N. If that’s not a sign then I don’t know what it is.” Izuku laughs as he finally pulls you close. “Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” Izuku’s voice is so childish and so giddy you can’t help but laugh. He rests his forehead on yours and takes a deep breath; it’s all so new and so strange yet it feels so right, just so-so perfect it makes your heart melt into a puddle on Izuku’s office floor.

“You mean it?” You parrot his own words back to him with a cheeky smile which ends up much bigger than you wanted it to be; Izuku’s hold gets tighter and tighter around your middle, the distance almost non-existent between you two now.

“Can I kiss you now? Because I really really want to kiss you now.” Izuku mumbles, completely ignoring your cheeky retort. You do your best to make an offended face but it’s extremely hard to concentrate while Izuku’s breath tickles your lips.

“You are so impatient, Izuku, I haven’t even answered yet.” You giggle to yourself, your lips already touching Izuku’s, but only a tiny bit, it’s more like a tease than an actual touch. “Where’s the mistletoe, then?” You add cheekily and Izuku doesn’t say a word to that; his hand wanders to your face and caresses your cheek with his thumb then gently moves your chin up to look at the ceiling right above you; you notice that the mistletoe your colleague brought in is clumsily stuck to the ceiling with… tape. You can’t help but roll your eyes while Izuku’s happy laughter fills the office as he slowly moves back into your personal space and finally steals a kiss from you.

First, the kiss is tentative and slow, one peck then two then three; Izuku grins between the small kisses and suddenly something shifts; he barges back with more fervor, the kiss deep and scorching hot but Izuku can’t stop smiling so it’s also a little bit awkward but somehow it’s still the most perfect kiss you’ve ever had.

“I love Christmas.” Izuku kisses you again. “And you.”

“I love you too, you grumpy, adorable fucking nerd.” You finally deepen the kiss properly; you take his bottom lips in yours and suck on it, making Izuku yelp with the sudden action. It doesn’t take him long to take revenge though; he licks over your lip then barges into your mouth, his tongue having a slow dance with your own, his body flush against yours as you slowly kiss away the remaining two hours until the clock hits midnight and you two freak out over the mess you still need to clean up before the new day starts, but not even the lateness of the day nor the grimy work can ruin your mood as you two slowly get the building tidy until every surface sparkles under the shine of the rising sun.

“You should have just asked the cleaning crew to clean this up in the morning.” You mumble into Izuku’s ear as you two try to have at least two hours of sleep on the small sofa before the day starts.

“Well yeah, but then I wouldn’t have had an excuse to ask you to stay for longer.” He admits sheepishly. You can’t believe this man.

“I fucking love you, you silly nerd.”

The end

Extra:

“Fucking finally!” Katsuki’s voice blasts through the speakers. You are not even surprised that Katsuki is the first person Izuku tells about the news, barely a few hours after you two got together. Also, he’s video-calling, because apparently, calling someone like a normal person is too ‘impersonal’. “You two, my place, tonight. We are having fucking Katsudon, thank the motherfucking gods above I don’t need to listen to you moaning about your unrequited fucking love anymore! Shitty hair! We need booze!” Katsuki yells to his half asleep flatmate. “Deku finally grew some balls! Also, you owe me 10000 yen!”… then he ends the call without even saying bye.

“Will we ever have a good sleep ever again?” You mumble to Izuku and his two massive Gucci bags under his eyes.

“No. Mum’s celebration will last a whole week. I hope you are not on a diet by the way, she loves to force feed people.” He smiles at you and …honestly? You don’t need any sleep if you can keep staring into those beautiful sparkling eyes full of love and affection instead.

“I can’t wait.”

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Potato ramble:

- Reader: writes a stupid note about Deku winning a date with her

Deku: Writes a full on essay about his feelings

Also Deku: Wow it’s the same!

Honestly Y/N, that present was so cringe, did you even try? 😂😂😂😂 💜

- There is one thing I realized while I was writing this: I hate one-shots. I don’t think I’ll ever do one ever again. They always feel so empty and rushed even if I try to put as much information as I can into it. I like to take my time with this stuff, show the audience how the two characters ended up in love with each other… so yeah, I don’t think I’ll ever do a holiday special ever again haha

- Sorry for all the folks waiting for the next chapters of my ongoing series, I absolutely hyperfixated on this one and I also knew I won’t be able to be on time with those two thanks to the Christmas rush in retail (bro, I’m dead) so I kinda gave up. They’ll be coming soon I swear!

- I hope you guys have a lovely Christmas or whatever holiday you guys enjoy around this time! I’m not a big Christmas person myself but I do like a good Christmas-themed fanfiction :D

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Merry Christmas, everyone! 🎄

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(Everybody's Waiting for) The Man With the Bag

This is your 2nd place poll winner, losing to Moon Dads/Hanukkah by only 9 votes!

Summary: Miguel wants to bring a little Christmas cheer to some kids who need it most

Word Count: 1050

Content: holiday/family angst with a bit of comfort, fluff-adjacent, longing, mentions of loss/death, (nothing you didn't see in the film), not beta'd.

The spider society was quiet.

As quiet as it ever got, anyway.

There were always lives to save - timelines to correct or salvage.

But it was Christmas.

Practically every timeline had some version of the holiday, and even now - after so much loss...after Miguel felt the weight of the universe pulling him apart like a thousand spiderwebs - he still remembered Christmas with is little girl.

Gabriella loved Christmas.

What child wouldn't love a pile of presents, too much sugar and staying up late? The troll of Christmas carols, hot cocoa, magical movies and twinkling lights...

But what Gab loved most was Santa Claus. Miguel assumed it was because he gave her presents, but she surprised him one Christmas Eve. She climbed up in his lap, ready to read The Night Before Christmas before being tucked into bed to wait for ol' St. Nick and said, "Daddy, I think Santa Claus is the best person in the whole world."

Miguel chuckled warmly, admiring how her chubby fingers traced the beautifully illustrated picture of the classic figure. "Why, because he brings you a bunch of stuff?"

"No," she softly replied, pointing to the huge bag he had flung over his back. "Because he gives so much away. Don't you think we should all be like that?"

Miguel's heart melted as he squeezed his daughter close. "Yeah, Gabs. We should."

Then he proved to be the complete opposite of Gabriella's hero, destroying her entire timeline.

Since then, Miguel made it his life's mission to not...overstep.

But it was Christmas.

This timeline's Gabriella lived in one of the poorest neighborhoods he'd ever seen. Miguel told himself not to get involved - he certainly knew better than to interfere directly with her life. He'd never learned a harder lesson.

But surely, it couldn't hurt to leave a Christmas present behind - a treasure that could simply be credited to Santa Claus.

Miguel got to work, collecting toys and locating a Santa suit to fit his impossibly large fame, since making himself an unstable molecule Santa suit seemed a tad excessive. At any rate, He was going to bring Christmas to this neighborhood.

This was, of course, after dozens of calculations between himself and Lyla, to make sure delivering a toy fire truck wouldn't obliterate a universe.

Miguel walked through a portal, discreetly, into Gabriella's low income neighborhood, late Christmas Eve, donned in head-to-toe red and white, with a pack of toys flung over his back.

He didn't quite have Santa's tummy, but hopefully a little padding would do the trick, should he be spotted.

His spider abilities made it pretty simple to dart in and out of houses undetected. He even sampled a cookie or two.

The he came to Gabriella's house. He saved her house for last, trying to work up the courage to be in her presence but not interact with her in any way.

The house was tiny and old, but clean. The cold, hard floors had been swept and the tables wiped recently. Dishes were handwashed and piled on the counter to dry. A plate of homemade cookies peeked out from their plastic wrap. There was love here.

The Christmas tree was more of an old, ragged bush, with glass ornaments with chipped paint and a few handmade offerings of popsicle sticks and pipe cleaners. A string of popcorn served as garland. No twinkling lights illuminated the darkness.

And the whole place was freezing.

Miguel pressed his lips together, squeezing his eyes shut, willing himself not to interfere any more than he was about to. Reaching into his bag, he produced a copy of The Night Before Christmas, a warm winter blanket, a matching hat, scarf and gloves, and a soccer ball.

He set each item under the Charlie-Brown-worthy tree - the only gifts present, making sure they would be plainly visible to whoever woke first.

His eyes landed on a snapshot of Gabriella with her mother, and just when he thought he tempted fate enough for one evening, he heard a sharp intake of breath behind him.

"Ohhh, wow, Santa," the voice of Gabriella O'Hara made his heart completely stop.

Miguel squeezed his white gloved hands into fists, willing himself to not turn around and lay eyes on her, just one more time.

It wasn't her. She wasn't his - she never had been.

He could hear her sock covered feet shuffle closer. "I-is that you, Santa? Is it really you?"

Miguel cleared his throat, deepening his voice purposely. "Merry Christmas. You caught Santa just finishing up."

He heard her gasp, her giggle like a tinkling bell. "Oh, Santa, thank you so much. Thank you, thank you!"

"You're welcome," he choked out. "Now, be a good girl and get back to sleep. Santa has a lot of presents to deliver."

"Okay," she breathlessly answered. "My friends told me you weren't real, but I just knew you were. I knew it."

The sound of her voice drifted closer. She stood directly behind him now. He had to get out of here.

"You're absolutely right. Back to bed now. Merry Christmas, Gabs."

She sucked in a breath, but didn't speak or move for several agonizing moments.

"Merry Christmas, Santa," she finally decided. And he heard the old, hard floor creak as she retreated.

But she paused one more time. "I think I know now," she declared from across the room. "You must be an angel. You sound just like my dad."

One tear slid down Miguel's cheek, soaked up by the cotton of his fake beard.

"Your dad is very proud of you," He choked out, gathering his bag, making sure he kept his back turned so she wouldn't see his face.

"Thank you, Santa. Or...whoever you are," she whispered, finally retreating to her room.

Miguel raggedly exhaled, tears burning his eyes as he left the house and made his way back through a multi-dimensional portal.

His Christmas Day would be spent not watching Gabriella wake up her mother, unwrap her presents, or maybe, talk about the Santa Claus who'd left them for her.

No, he was done intervening. A few simple gifts to help keep her warm - to bring a little cheer - it was enough for her.

And hearing her voice one more time was the best present he could have ever hoped for.

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scumbag blues 3: turnin on the screw

gator tillman x f!oc

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cw: 18+ minors dni, misogyny, sex work, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v, unprotected, facial, slapping, spitting

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Low thumping can be heard outside the bars doors, some crooning old country song plays muffled within the sticky walls of The Esquire Club. Daisy had a slow day. Every day has been slow lately. It’s about time to start picking up shifts at The Tender Trap again. The men of Stark County are being stingy or their wives are onto them. Or worse, they’ve grown bored of the easiest blonde in town. So here she’s resorted to showing up to the diviest bar in Dickinson, in hopes to make a couple bucks.

Inside The Esquire Club is dark, dim and buzzing bulbs placed like they meant for it to be hard to see. Drunk folk don’t see so well anyhow. Above the bar, there’s a fishing line hanging up a row of bras like a perverted string of Christmas lights. Not a single other vagina in this place, it’s the first thing she notices when she walks in. Which has Daisy seeing dollar signs. Imagines them above each balding head. Counts twenty of ‘em.

She smells like sweat and cheap perfume, cleaned the whole Inn with her ears peeled for that familiar ring of a bell that never came. Scrubbed the bathrooms with a toothbrush. Ironed every pair of sheets in the building. Then her Pops went to bed and Daisy changed into her sluttiest dress and cowgirl boots. Sprayed on some perfume a client gave her. Touched her makeup and walked the five blocks down to the bar. Thursday night. Means pool, she knows it’s busy.

Daisy sits up on a stool and shimmies out of her lace cardigan, tossing it up on the bar along with her purse. Another present from a client, worn at the strap. She’s certain it was purchased at the Walmart on the other side of town. The bartender smiles at her, doesn’t reach his eyes as he asks, “What’re ya drinking, sweetheart?”

“A Pabst,” she smiles, “Shot of whiskey and a pack of Marlboros. Lights.”

“You got it,” he taps the bar with his fingers before he mosies on to the end of the bar, opening up the drawer of cigarette cartons. Daisy digs in her purse for her wallet, pulling a crisp twenty from the pocket and places it on the bar, trades it for a black plastic ashtray.

The gentlemen places the pack of smokes in front of her, complimentary matches on top and slides over the bottle of beer. Pours her a shot of cheap whiskey and takes the bill. “Rest is for you, darlin’,” Daisy tells him as she tears the cellophane of the cigarette box and pulls one out, pressing the filter to her lips.

She feels eyes on her, waits for the fish to take the bait. This town knows her, knows what she is. She can’t figure out why they’re not barreling over with money in their fists. She lights the smoke and inhales deeply, missing the taste like nothing else. Daisy only smokes when she’s out. Scared that her papa would find out. She’s halfway done with the cigarette and still no one approaches her. It’s worrying, usually doesn’t take this long. Daisy pulls out her phone, aimlessly scrolls through different apps until she’s finished the smoke. Alright, looks like she’s gonna have to be more obvious. She downs the shot, chases it with a gulp of beer and turns to take in her options.

Then she feels a hand on the small of her back and lips on her ear. Thank God. She’s relieved, until she hears the most familiar voice purring, “Daisy Tallulah Way, what the hell are you doing in a place like this?”

She whips around to look at Gator, narrowing her eyes. He’s still in his vest. Seems to wear it all the time, like he’s never off duty or something. Tight white shirt underneath, biceps swelling underneath and Daisy’s gotta remind herself why she’s here. And how Gator’s discount puts it at the bottom of the list right now. Saved for desperation, if she can’t find someone else.

“Advertising, asshole. Would you get lost?” she bites back and turns back around, flipping her hair in his face.

Gator scoffs and then laughs, Daisy can’t help but face him again. He’s got this smug look on his face when he says, “Business been slow for ya?”

Looks like he has something to do with it. Daisy takes a deep breath, “Yeah, Gator. You been too busy running around for your daddy. Almost like you’re paying him for some ass, now.”

His face contorts in disgust and then he laughs, loud and deep as he takes a seat next to her.

“Gator, I’m not kidding. Fuck off, you’re gonna scare ‘em all away,” Daisy seethes at him, brow furrowed.

“Aw, don’t worry,” he shrugs, “I got a feeling no one’s gonna bite tonight. Besides, aren’t ya curious why I ain’t been around?”

“No,” she replies, reaching for the pack of cigarettes again. Though, she really is. She’s actually missed Gator. Besides, even with his discount and all, she’s down $1000 since he’s been awol. Not to mention, she hasn’t had an orgasm in two weeks.

“Shame,” Gator pouts his lips, “Here I thought you liked me.”

“Can’t stand you unless you pay me to,” Daisy rolls her eyes as she lights up another cigarette.

“Donny!” Gator calls, “Stark County Sheriff’s Deputy walks in and you forget how to do your fucking job?”

The bartender stops mid conversation with a patron as he stares back at Gator, grinds his molars something fierce before grabbing the bottle of Jack and walks back down to Gator’s end of the bar. Pours him a shot, leaves the bottle and sarcastically quips, “Sorry, your majesty.”

Daisy hates the way Gator’s power goes straight to her pussy. Hates the way he owns this fucking town. And especially hates the excitement she feels when he talks like that to people. She doesn’t get it. It’s not daddy issues like everyone says. Earl’s the best father anyone could have. But something has to cause the attraction she has to Gator’s general assholery. Perhaps she’s just stupid. It’s crossed her mind before.

Gator downs the shot and grimaces, “I’m courtin’ someone.”

It’s a knife in her heart. Deep and twists around. Though, it shouldn’t be. Gator told Daisy so many times how he wouldn’t ever date her, how she’s tainted, how his wife has to be pure and Daisy’s anything but pure. Forgets he paid her to take his virginity on his fucking eighteenth birthday. Made her promise not to tell anyone the fucking all star quarterback was a virgin. And it wasn’t like Gator couldn’t get it for free. There was a reason he showed up at the Inn that day. She’s been trying to figure out what that is since that day.

“Good for you,” she rolls her eyes, swiping the bottle of Jack and pouring herself a shot from it. Takes it with a straight face and turns away from Gator.

“She just transferred from Fargo. Works at the station,” he continues, arms on the bar top.

“I don’t care. I seriously need you to like, go anywhere else. I’m working,” Daisy says without turning to him.

“Yeah, I don’t think anyone’s gonna solicit you for sex when I’m sitting here,” Gator sucks in a breath between clenched teeth. Daisy closes her eyes before she turns to him.

He smiles, biting his lower lip as she gives him her full attention. She wants to smack him across the face but she knows Gator likes that, so she won’t do it unless he pays her. She knows all his dirty, kinky little secrets so why is she letting him have all the power here? Because Gator can just as quickly turn it on her, arrest her and tell her dad just exactly what she does for a living.

“Tell me about her,” she says, stubbing out her cigarette in the ashtray.

He smiles, licking his lips as he drums his fingers against the bartop, “Name’s Faye. Smokeshow. Innocent as hell. Virgin, I’m pretty sure. Just took her home, had a nice date.”

“So it’s just been you and your hand the last two weeks… huh,” it’s Daisy’s turn to smile smug.

“Yeah…” Gator looks pensive suddenly, like he hadn’t thought about that. “She’s uh… not gonna offer none of that up unless she’s got a ring, I’m assuming.”

“Shame,” Daisy pouts, tilting her head. “I put out on the first date.”

“Why buy the cow when you can have the milk for free?” Gator argues and Daisy can’t hold back her laugh.

“Gator, honey, you been buying the milk. It ain’t free,” she pats his bicep, shaking her head with a bright smile. Gator scowls.

“You know what I mean.”

Daisy nods, still smiling, “Just ‘cause you’re in the market for a cow, don’t mean you can’t get some milk when ya need it. In fact, most the men buying my milk have a cow at home. But my milk is better. And who’s to say, Gator, that when you get that cow, that her milk’s not sour? Best to sample the milk before you buy the cow.”

“Dumb analogy,” Gator mumbles, defeated as he reaches over for Daisy’s beer and takes a swig.

“So I can expect ya back soon?” Daisy giggles, leaning against Gator’s bicep.

“Finish your beer, you can give me some of that milk at home,” Gator sighs.

—

Daisy’s been in Gator’s bedroom before. She’s helped him feed his snake before. But they were younger. Hasn’t been here in years. It’s quiet. Lonely. She knows he’s mostly alone here. Figures that’s why he’s at the inn several times a week. Likes the company more than the sex.

“Here,” he hands her a glass, full halfway of whiskey.

She takes it, sips slowly as she sits on the edge of his bed and looks around. It’s not changed at all since she’d been here last. Gator changes in front of her, into some pajama pants and a worn shirt. Hands her another to wear. She puts the glass on his metal nightstand and kicks her boots off. This is weird. Like he wants her to sleep over. It’s a long drive to the Inn but she doesn’t understand why he didn’t just take her there. Daisy pulls her dress up and over her head, exposing her matching lingerie set underneath. Gator lips quirk the side when he sees it. Smoothes his fingers against her thigh as he admires her body.

“Sexy,” he hums.

“Told ya, I was advertising,” she giggles.

“Reds a good color on you,” he mumbles, “almost a shame to take it off ya.”

“Then don’t,” Daisy replies, biting her lip, “Fuck me in it.”

Gator licks his teeth, “As tempting as that is…” he lifts the worn shirt he handed her, “I wanna fuck you in nothing but this.”

Daisy meets his beautiful brown irises, the look in his eyes takes the air from her lungs. Tender, almost. Something only Gator gives her, though it’s fleeting. He reaches behind her and unclasps her bra, then trails his fingers down to the lacy thong holding her hips and drags them down her thighs. She kicks them off and Gator lowers himself between her legs, on his knees at the floor. He spreads her knees and squeezes them, “Put my shirt on.”

Daisy pulls it over her head, letting Heather gray cotton fall down her chest as she loops her arms in it. Gator wraps his fingers around the backs of her knees and pulls her closer to the edge. Her head is swimming, no man has ever eaten her out and it seems like that’s where Gator’s going with this. He bites at her thigh, looking up at her with desire blown eyes. Gator looks so… pretty like this. His hair slicked back, soft clothes. Sleep clothes. Tender. Domestic. God, maybe all he wanted was this. Daisy wishes she could drop everything and give him exactly that. But Gator doesn’t ever pay for the girlfriend fantasy. Has he secretly wanted it?

Daisy smooths her hand over his head, attempting to mess up his gelled locks. “You look nice down there,” she whispers, cheeks flushing.

“Yeah? Should I be down between your legs more often?” He chuckles.

“Please,” she pleads.

Gator bites her thigh as he squeezes the other ones, “Maybe you oughta be paying me then.”

“Might have to if you’re any good at it,” Daisy quips.

Gator hums and plants sloppy kisses up her thigh until his mouth is dangerously close to her cunt. Daisy can feel his breath against her sex, her hips jerking toward him. Gator licks a broad stroke up her slit and she moans, a sound of surprise and pleasure. His tongue is firm and wonderfully soft at the same time. Gator treats her pussy like her mouth, makes out with it with fervor. Licking, kissing and sucking until Daisy’s rutting up against his face, leg hooked up on his shoulder and fingers ruining his slicked back hair. His nose brushes against her clit as he fucks her hole with his tongue.

“Gator! Oh, god,” she cries out, falling back against the mattress as she writhes in ecstasy. It’s a feeling like no other. Euphoria filling her veins, orgasm building rather quickly as Gator’s tongue files through her folds and flicks against her bundle of nerves. Wraps his lips around her clit and sucks, head nodding into the motion and Daisy’s practically weeping. Thighs against Gator’s ears, grinding up against his face. It’s soaking wet, her pussy absolutely drenched in slick and Gator’s saliva. Feels it dripping down to her asshole.

“Gonna— holy fuck, Gator!” she shrieks, her hands shoving his face against her cunt as her orgasm hits her like a train. She seizes, squeezing his head with her thighs as the waves of euphoria wash through her violently. “Fuuuck!”

Gator’s like a man starved, she can hear him groaning and moaning against her cunt while he licks and sucks. Finally, her body relaxes. Legs going limp as the grip on Gator is released. She brings her hands to her face as she catches her breath, body flushed the most beautiful pink.

He keeps licking at her sensitive clit and her body almost folds with the sensation, grabbing his head and pulling him back. “Fuck, Gator…”

He jumps up to straddle her, kissing her bruisingly as he grinds against her. He must’ve liked doing that because his cock is so hard, straining in his flannel pajama pants and catching on her spent clit. She whines into the kiss as she wraps her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. She can taste herself on his tongue, can feel how his chin and cheeks are coated with her slick as he kisses her desperately. She grips his shirt at the hem on his back, pulling it up and over his head, breaking the kiss for a second while her fingers move to feel through the hair on his chest.

“Gonna pay me for that?” he mumbles against her lips, she can feel his turning up in a smile and she giggles back.

“God, I need the money but I can’t fucking take yours after that,” she replies, muffled against his mouth.

Gator laughs into her mouth as he grabs her hands and pins them above her head, lacing their fingers. “We can work out a deal,” he mumbles, grinding down on her, “I need something from you.”

“Fuck me, please,” she purrs, head still fuzzy and god damnit… she might be in love with this fucker. “Wanna make you feel like I do.”

Gator moans, pulling back so he can step off the bed. He pushes his pajama pants and briefs down, cock bouncing out and Daisy eyes it like it’s the only thing she’ll ever need. She sits up, grabbing Gator’s face and pulling him back into another heated kiss.

“S’cute… thinking I need your pussy,” Gator laughs into her mouth, “You gotta give me more about this Campbell fella…”

“Gator… I gave you all I could…” she mumbles back, reaching for his ass to pull him closer.

“Call him,” Gator purrs back, “Let’s set him up.”

Daisy’s dizzy on Gator. She’ll do anything for him so she says yes, hands tangled in his slicked back. She typically doesn’t make house calls but for Gator she will. And she’s in his bed anyways.

“Okay,” she pants, “fuck me and I’ll do anything.”

“Knew you would,” he purrs, running the head of his cock through her folds, “Just a greedy little cockslut, ain’t ya?”

Daisy would agree with anything at the moment, whatever it takes to get Gator’s thick, long cock inside her. She nods eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist and Gator drags his cock back down, catching the head on her hole and he sinks in with an excruciating slowness. Lets Daisy feel every inch sheathing inside her welcoming cunt. They both release sounds of pleasure, Gator’s a low grunt and Daisy’s a high pitched whine. Once he’s balls deep, he strokes her cheekbone with his thumb. Then, he steadies his palm against her flushed cheek and in time with a snap of his hips, he slaps Daisy’s face. Her eyes widen, looking up at him stunned. Another rule of hers is broken but in this state, she can’t yell at him. Her cunt clenches around him as she squirms, surprising herself as she demands, “Again.”

Gator obliges, eyebrows rising as his lips quirk into a smirk. His palm collides with her cheek again, harder than before and he grabs hold of her jaw afterward. Thrusting wildly, he forces her mouth open and spits down into it. Daisy swirls his saliva around her tongue, playing with it and feels her body shiver as Gator’s eyes darken with lust. He forces her jaw closed and seethes behind clenched molars, “Swallow it, bitch.”

Daisy gulps it down, moving her hands to his biceps and squeezing them between her manicured nails. Next, Gator’s hand travels down around her neck and he holds her tightly. Restricting her breathing as he drills his hips into her at a remarkable pace. Fucks Daisy like he’s angry at her, even looks like it as his eyes narrow and his brows furrow, mouth tight. Her eyes roll back in her head as pleasure takes over her body, coil tightening in her stomach as a second orgasm threatens to break her. Gator’s cockhead pummels her g-spot with a steady tempo, the perfect rhythm to get her over the edge. And as she’s about to jump over it, Gator stills. Tightens his grip on her throat as he bares his teeth, Daisy’s eyes flying open to catch it.

“You’re nothing but a fucking hole to me,” he spits out, “Understand?”

Sure, it stings but she was so close and she just needs him to go back to that beautiful pace he’d set. So she nods her head, dropping her hands from his arms and grabbing onto his sheets as she attempts to roll her hips up at him. Gator grunts, grabs hold of her thighs and holds them up before resuming the brutal thrusts that knock the air out of Daisy’s lungs. A long, breathless moan erupts from her as her eyes flutter shut again.

It doesn’t take her long, flying off the edge and howling Gator’s name as she goes. Screams so loud her voice goes hoarse, body shaking underneath him as her bliss rips through her senses. Gator follows suit, pulling out and inching up her body as he jerks himself a couple of times before he’s shooting his load over his face. Makes a whimpering, sweet noise as he does it. Daisy wipes his cum up with her fingers, bringing them to her mouth and sucks his spunk off them. He collapses next to her, breathing hard as his hand pats her stomach.

Daisy sits up, looks over at him and sighs, “Alright. Drive me back home.”

“I ain’t driving,” he mumbles, “Just sleep here.”

Just a fucking hole yet she’s spending the night in his bed.

—

The next morning, Gator makes her breakfast. It’s odd but there’s a stack of cash on the table. She assumes it’s hers. Pockets it as she sits down and looks up at him, “Breakfast for a hooker. You know that’s not necessary, right?”

Gator drops a plate in front of her, “Shut up and eat.”

She laughs softly before digging in, humming around the hashbrowns on her fork. Gator sits down across from her, starts to stuff his face when Roy bursts through the door. Gives Daisy a look before he quips, “Didn’t know working girls make house calls.”

“We don’t,” Daisy replies, tilting her head at Gator as she waits for the excuse to come from him.

“We’re setting up Campbell,” he grumbles through his eggs.

“Don’t bother,” Roy pats his sons shoulder, “I got a tip, we gotta go. Take your hooker home and meet me at The Tender Trap.”

“Kinda early for strippers,” Gator frowns, tilting his head.

Roy blinks at him, eyebrows raised as he glances between the pair, “You don’t seem to think it’s too early to pay for sex, you have the right to judge a man paying for the illusion?”

“Is it even open at 9 am?”

“No,” Daisy answers, avoiding Roy’s eyes as she continues to eat. Roy scoffs and nudges his son.

“Let’s get a move on, Romeo.”

Gator sighs and stands, grabbing his and Daisy’s plates before dropping them in the sink. In his cruiser, he tells her, “You can’t come to the house anymore.”

“You brought me there,” she defends herself and Gator scowls. The rest of the ride is silent. Her dads on the porch of the Inn. He gives Daisy a knowing look as she hurries up to the house.

“Sleepover with the deputy?” He smiles, “That boy is courting you, ain’t he?”

“No,” she smiles to her dad, turns and flips the bird to Gator before rushing inside.

[chrollohearttags]

peppermint kisses • r. braun

in which Reiner decides he wants to have his gift a little early after a Christmas Eve party.

themes: !black fem reader, (plus size coded) dom reiner, light bondage, dirty talk, drunk sex, pet names, fingering, spit play, back shots, mating press, squirting, choking, spanking, him turning the reader into a Twinkie, orgasm denial 😵‍💫 and other themes so minors do not interact!

📝: this is also half self ship as well because I’m down egregious. also, merry Christmas, my loves!

wc: 2.9k

Christmas Eve: a time of merriment and cheer for all of those that celebrate the joyous holiday. A time for families, friends and community to come together and exchange gifts, enjoy delicious treats and enjoy one another’s company.

and for others? it gave them an excuse to engage in something a little more than Secret Santa’s and slicing fruitcake..but rather something a bit more..salacious.

“mmmhm! Reiner, damn baby…can we even get in the door? You’re about to rip my clothes off!”

your plea fell mostly on deaf ears at the moment, due in part to the fact that the man you were speaking to was far too infatuated with the rest of your body to focus on what was coming from your mouth. Lips tracing up your neck and collarbone, big hands running up the curvature of your body; gripping the plumpness of your ass in his wide palms, followed by faint grunts into your ear.

truthfully, it was a little unbecoming of your husband’s character. A man who was normally the quietest in the room regardless of his staggering size had now relinquished that and was ravaging (y/n) with the sloppiest of kisses and heaviest of slaps to your backside. “Sorry, baby, but I’ve gotta have you..don’t even think about keeping it from me right now.”

and you most certainly didn’t attest his advancements so the second the door came to a close, the two of you became entangled in a very heated make-out session right there against it. your hands reaching up to his chiseled cheeks to cup them as his tongue slithered between your lips, filling both of your mouths with a mixture of soft moans and exchanged vodka infused saliva.

but what had caused this sudden shift in him? the simple answer was a holiday party at a friend’s place just down the street. Filled with lots of fun, food and more alcohol than what should have been allowed..Reiner just so happened to partake a little too hard in the latter. It was very seldom that he drank so naturally, it made him pretty tipsy..you didn’t know it’d turn him to such a fiend though! Especially when he saw you dancing on one of your mutual lady friends like an absolute slut.

twerking and bouncing that ass on her and grinding your bodies together..you had to pay for getting him all worked up!

however, you had no complaints with the results as he was currently snaking those fingers across your crushed red velvet corset with the fur trim and working to unfasten the clasps, but when that became too much of a hassle, he’d simply tug it down to reveal your supple breasts; those perky brown nipples already stiff for him when he took them between his fingertips.

“What do you say we get Christmas started early, princess? I mean, the only thing I want is righttt here and I’m a little impatient..”

the low growl of his voice was followed by his hands trailing south to your leggings and finding home in the seat of your panties..that silky heat and plumpness of those fat pussy lips, practically swallowing the thin g-string trying to conceal them. Immediately, you’d find yourself melting as those digits circulating your swollen clit. Tossing your head back, you’d release a high pitched wail that only further fueled his freakiness.

“..and you’re so fucking wet, babydoll. Yeah, I’m definitely gonna pound this little pussy tonight…” his sentence trailing once more as he pinned you to that metal panel with a hand to your throat. Meanwhile, his opposite set of digits had made their way inside of you, causing you to rut and practically fuck yourself on his fingers. It was pitiful how desperate and needy you had become that quickly. But he was more than happy to help satisfy those needs.

his eyes suddenly met your own that had stretched wide open due to the stimulation of his pumping. “F-fuck! That feels so good! Baby, please..” your cries bringing a smirk to his face and he’d speed up his movements; alternating and twisting them around inside of you to drum out more of that silky fluid. All while you clawed for his covered cock, trying to pull it out. “Please what? You better tell me what’s on that pretty little mind of yours.”

it was then that you realized that liquor had him acting brand new but you liked this new side of him!..so aggressive and sexy. (Y/N) on the other hand had become a babbling, drooling mess; seconds from squirting on those sunken digits. But before you could have the chance to answer or your orgasm, he’d make the decision himself. He was far too impulsive and aroused to play around with you!..that much apparent by that growing bulge in his crotch.

snatching those fingers from your aching cunt, Reiner made haste in ridding you of those bottoms, tearing them off and ripping them in two on the floor. He needed nothing in his way right now but he did have a use for them.

“matter of fact..I’ve got a better idea. Come here..” In what seemed like a blur you had gone from straddling his fingers to being rough housed and led over to the couch by a guiding grip on the back of your neck. It was there that he’d toss you to the sofa, pinning your legs as far as they would go..as he undressed, you’d watch eagerly, chewing on your nail and stroking your clit.

wide open with slick coating that mound..it was almost too much for him to handle. “You look so cute..playing with that fat little pussy for me, baby. Stay just like that for a minute..” instructing whilst he peeled those clothes from his muscular body. He really was the sexiest man you had ever laid eyes on and didn’t help when he reached for his thick length and stroked it, causing your hole to spasm on air.

“Well don’t keep me waiting too long…I need all that dick.”

Reiner returning shortly thereafter. In his hand, he brandished both those ripped tights..along with something he snagged from the nearby coffee table. “Don’t worry, cupcake. Hold your hands out and open your mouth..got a little something for you.” immediately doing as you were told, you’d soon have your wrists bound by that material. He’d then lean forward, closing the gap between your bodies as he spat into your mouth before swiftly placing a single candy cane between (y/n)’s teeth as a makeshift gag.

he just knew you were confused by that gesture but he decided to give his explanation whilst tapping his tip against that slit..teasing his shaft over your folds. “Now…you’re gonna hold that candy cane between your teeth while I make you cream on daddy’s dick. You can scream, moan..hell, even cry but if I hear a crunch, see that candy break or it falls out of your mouth for any reason..you’re not allowed to come. Understand?”

his message was received loud and clear but just how in the actual hell were you supposed to do that?! It was nearly an impossible challenge but one you had no say in the matter and with it settled; sealing the deal with a head nod, he’d take that as the cue to shove that massive cock inside of you. Quick to calm you with a gentle brushes to your cheek whilst he fed you slow thrusts.

the distress was written all over your face because it wouldn’t be long before you’d be feeling those strokes in the pit of your stomach and it’d be all but inevitable to crack that candy cane! Not to mention being unable to push him away..so you’d lie there, heels dangling over his shoulders and thighs jiggling with each one.

“You look so pretty taking this dick, baby..such a good girl.” coaching you through it with that deep, gravelly voice; your tightness sucking him in.His pale shaft and pink tip only able to fit halfway but white cream slathered all over it as a result of his pumping..even watching as he coaxed out an entire stream of it that leaked to your puckering asshole. All of it was truly a sight to see. Eventually, he’d burrow over your entire body, folding those jiggling thighs up to place you into somewhat of a mating press.

his heavy balls colliding with the thickness of your ass and the sounds of clapping flesh resonated throughout the room..along with his loud grunts and your muffled moans. “Oh fuck….” Mumbling through lightly clenched jaws. Your eyes shutting and legs shaking fiercely but you refused to break that candy because one thing you knew was that he would not go back on his word or show mercy when he got like this.

flailing those tied hands around, grasping at the back of the sofa, (y/n) clawed at the cushion as some form of support while those deep strokes finally reached the entirety of your swelling sex. He couldn’t believe how fast you were able to open up; those plump pussy lips eating his cock up once it was buried to your hilt. But what truly made you melt were the glares and constant commands being spewed from his mouth. “Ooh fuck…that’s right. Let daddy have it, baby. Hold still and let me fuck that tight pussy..”

Reiner knew just how close you were by the way it was spasming around his base..as if you didn’t want him to pull out. So he wouldn’t…and just to make things a bit more intense and difficult, he’d bring his thumb pad to your very sensitive clit and began stroking it gently; slicking it with another string of saliva in the process. Honestly, it was all he needed to send you over the edge as you let out a loud cry; white toes curling in those shoes on your feet.

reaching up, he’d tug them off, let them tumble to the floor and in one final act to either comfort or completely break you, he’d bring your soft instep to his lips and place a plethora of kisses on it as he fed you rhythmic strokes..faint splashes began to formulate against his chiseled v-line and you’d begin squirming, trying to scoot away from him but he’d slap your little mound because of it; laughing at the sheer desperation on your face. “No cheating..I know you want to come, princess but not yet..so don’t try to run from me again.”

just for you little spat of insubordination, he’d start pounding once more to the point that he was damn near on the couch himself and covering your entire body. “Daddy, please!” Crying out through your makeshift muzzle, barely coherent, yet all that he wanted to was keep stuffing you full of dick. “You better use those fucking words if you want something. Tell me..” his aggression had escalated into full blown bullying you at this point but it couldn’t be helped in all honesty. He was enjoying himself way too much.

“What is it? Do you need to come that badly?..can’t I have this pussy a little bit longer..or do you want me to come?” all of it a mere taunt to your resolve and how weak it was. You always did come too quick and any other time, it’d work to your advantage but now..you had no choice but to hold it in. “If you want my nut, you better squeeze this dick. That shit better grip me so tight..that I never want to pull out..that’s if you can, princess.”

and as it stood, you wouldn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of doing so without forcing your own climax. Still, you had to try and seconds later, you were clamping around his thick cock; akin to that of a kegel and held that position, crying until you felt two heavy pulses inside of you. “Oh my—shit!” And only seconds after that, Reiner would double over, eyes bulging from his skull as he made good on his word and dumped every ounce of his seed into your womb.

a loud grunt followed by sucking his teeth as those heavy balls became depleted of all his nut and entered your womb. It was practically spilling out by the time he finished. “Fuuuuck! That’s my good girl..you did exactly as I asked. And look at that, still holding that candy cane.”

spent but not out for the count, Reiner would brush your forehead with one hand whilst placing a knee into the couch cushion by your side and sinking his other set of fingers into your sore, abused cunt. You were looking down at his forearm, normally blocked by the view of your cute, chubby tummy he loved so much. But you could spot his knuckles working around that hole and feel them even more intensely. So much so, you were jolting around as he drummed out yours next.

“..so now I guess it’s your turn. Squirt on my fingers, babe. Come for me..right fucking now and don’t make me say it again.”

that certain grimace in his voice that drove you crazy. Being manhandled like this was going to make it hard to behave from now on. You’d provoke him more often if this was the result. However, as he drummed out those dripping fluids..splattering them everywhere, he’d snatch that candy from your mouth and that tie from your wrists to listen to those loud, earth shattering moans.

“Ahhh! Fuck, fuck! I’m coming..so fucking hard!” Loving every second of those beautiful waterworks. It was only after you finished that he’d retract those fingers and dangle them above your newly freed mouth, letting your sweet juices drip onto your tongue. “I know and I’m so proud of you..but we’re not done.” Feeding you a faint tap to the cheek before ushering you onto your knees.

he wanted to fuck you from the back now and he didn’t even give you time to get well adjusted before your husband was tugging you by your hips to his pelvis. He’d give you only a few slaps to your slit with that heavy appendage when he felt you grasping for it on your own. “Well put it in yourself then..I don’t mind.” Loving your initiative and as your smaller hands clutched his shaft, you’d glide the tip to your hole; those thick lips splaying and splitting open at his reentrance.

“Matter of fact, show me some of those moves from earlier…do it with this dick inside ya’..dance for me, princess.” Demanding that you bounce those heavy cheeks buck against him as your entrance swallowed it whole. “Mmm..yeah. Like that. Make that ass bounce and fuck me back.” It was always something about back shots..causing him to lose his composure with you. Sounds of smacking flesh arose yet again and (y/n) decided to take a glance back to look at your aftermath.

“Like this, daddy? Am I doing a good job?” The faux innocence in your voice was making him feral and when you’d twerk and wind with his cock still nestled deep, Reiner had to toss his head back and let you take the reigns. “Oh, it’s fucking amazing, sweetheart…best damn pussy in the world.”

by this time, his vulnerability was apparent by his whiny voice and it seemed that he wasn’t going last long this way either. With your juicy ass colliding with his chiseled and and v-line, it was too much of a sight to bare. You always had this effect on him but he wouldn’t change it for a thing. Eventually, he’d raise his leg to the sofa for more leverage and ended up burrowed over you yet again. Straight beating your shit up without even breaking stride.

“Ah, fuck! Gonna make me come twice inside of that tight pussy..filling you up like the little cumslut you are.” His hands crossed around the small of your back, guiding you at his leisure while he bucked his hips.

and not before long, you’d feel those all too familiar pulses inside of you, in addition to his voice cracking and becoming high pitched. He couldn’t take staring into your eyes so Reiner pushed your head down as you took his dick like a champ. “Take it..take this fucking nut, princess. Let me fuck a baby into you. Please!..”

he had grown down right desperate but luckily for him, it worked in his favor and you’d reach between your thighs to stroke your bud, encouraging him to come one last time, promising to do it with him simultaneously. “Ready?” “Yes!”

on the silent three count, both of your bodies instantly froze before collapsing into complete ecstasy. Riding out those orgasms on one another; melding as one. You, showering him with sticky secretions and him pumping you full of his warm, white semen that created an absolute gorgeous mess..of loud screams and squelching.

neither of you could take another second once you came down to revel in the afterglow but as a final gesture to soothe and thank you for allowing him to do such a thing, Reiner placed a trail of kisses up the curvature of your spine. And that seemed to be all he needed because he had now himself into sobriety!

coming to his senses, he too would fall onto the couch and drag you into a tight embrace along with him.

“Merry Christmas, princess. Hope I didn’t act too crazy.”

to which you’d giggle and bop his nose with your fingers.

“Yeah, but after that..I think I can let it slide.”

[doctorcrowleywho]

December 4.“Your hands are freezing!” ( Alec Hardy x reader)

25 Days of Ficmas - Day 4

“Your hands are freezing!” ( Alec Hardy x reader)  

Word count -   1369  

Warnings - A few cuss words and lots of fluff!

Pairing(s) - Alec Hardy x Gn! Reader

Summary - A cliche meeting makes Alec turn soft for you.

If there was one thing D.I. Alec Hardy was known for, it was being a Scrooge. It wasn’t that he hated Christmas or anything like that. Contrary to popular belief he loved the holiday, some of his favorite moments with Daisy were during Christmas time. There was nothing better than seeing his little girl's face light up as she opened up what ‘Santa’ dropped off for her the night before. 

However, what Alec did hate was how loud and bright everything was. Sure, you could have Christmas spirit, but why did people have to be so proud about it? That’s why he always decided to work during the holiday season. It just seemed easier. Crime never slept and neither did the worst cop in Britain. 

On the other hand, you absolutely loved the holiday season. Seeing everyone you loved so full of love and joy just made your heart swell. But, Christmas had been recently hard for you these last couple of years. You had moved to Broadchurch for a fresh start, and even though you got one it was just that…things were a bit different. Well different than you imagined. 

Everyone was so tightly knit, but that’s what you get for moving to a small town. There was even a time when some people even gave you the stink eye because they thought you moved there for the murder trial. Which, wasn’t true at all, but you try to convince a gossiping town.

You did manage to make a few friends though, which you were so thankful for. One of them- Ellie Miller was absolutely lovely. She made sure to bring you lunches during your shifts at the local coffee shop and told you all the gossip she could think of. Which, mostly was about her obnoxious boss Alec Hardy. 

In your opinion, Alec sounded like an absolute ass, and you haven’t even met him. And honestly, you hoped and prayed you never did. Because, if he can manage to annoy Ellie at times then he must be one insanely grouchy person. 

That night you had volunteered to stay late to decorate the coffee shop for Christmas. Apparently, no one else wanted to stay and help, so you were on your own. It was going pretty much how you expected it to. The radio was on full blast with Christmas tunes as you sang along stringing lights and putting silly little window stickers everywhere you could. 

The shop was looking cuter than it ever has in a million years (obviously you should know). Plus, if people were going to complain then they’d have to fight you. You quickly glanced at the time and cursed to yourself. How the hell was it suddenly ten at night? That means you’ve been there for nearly five hours after your already long shift. 

By this time of night, there was no way you were going to catch a bus, and you didn’t want to have to pay for an uber. So, you decided it was best if you walked back to your tiny home. Now, this wasn’t the ideal option, being it was absolutely freezing outside. But, you really didn’t have any other choice. 

Pulling on your winter coat you locked up the shop, braced for the cold, and headed on your way. Walking at night never exactly scared you, but knowing the history of this town you made sure your defenses were up. 

Maybe that's why you punched the stranger with whom you collided a couple of minutes after you left the shop. 

“Oi what was that for!” A thick Scottish accent hissed out rubbing his arm.

Alec always walked back to his home after work, he was used to working late. In fact, he found it strange if he ever was able to leave on time. But, that was typical Alec. An absolute workaholic until the end.

This night was a bit different because he forgot his jacket and it was absolutely bloody freezing outside. But, he had to tough it out unless he wanted to sleep at the office again, which he has done. Let me tell you, office carpet does not make a fantastic mattress. 

“Oh jesus, I’m sorry I thought you were,” you paused awkwardly realizing this guy wasn’t a threat in the slightest. Good job, you just punched an innocent stranger in the arm. “Just, ahem sorry.” You finally coughed out.

“Nope don’t worry- not a threat-just trying to walk home-which um if you’re this jumpy would you like me to walk ya home?” he got out in a series of awkwardness that you barely understood.  

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you considered this stranger's offer, he seemed sweet enough. To be fair he was quite handsome, the moonlight illuminated his face beautifully. He had soft messy brown hair, chocolate puppy dog eyes that seemed to hold the weight of the world, and a beard that looked scratchier than sandpaper. Your perfect man.

“Before I say yes to your tempting offer, can you first tell me your name?” You said giving him a gentle friendly smile. 

He hesitated for a moment, almost as if he didn’t like his name enough to tell anyone. But, he finally got it out “Alec, it’s Alec Hardy.” he said offering you his hand to shake. 

Hearing his name was all you needed to have your mouth fall to the floor. This was Alec? That wasn’t possible! The Alec you heard about was mean and stubborn and annoyingly grumpy. This man was kind and sweet and handsome (yes you admit it, you had eyes didn’t you?). 

“Alec? The same Alec Hardy that works with Ellie Miller?” You asked probably sounding a bit more excited than you ever should.

Alec raised an eyebrow eyeing you up and down. Not in a rude way more in an ‘I’m trying to figure you out’ kind of way.  “Yeah….why?” 

“Oh, she’s my friend! It’s nice to finally meet the man she talks so much about- I’m Y/N by the way,” you said smiling brightly as you finally took his hand that was still awkwardly out. “Your hands are freezing!” you gasped out immediately cupping both of his hands in your own, concern pooling in your eyes. 

Seeing you like this made Alec practically melt, who gave you the right to care this much? You guys just met, and maybe that’s what was so precious about it. The fact that you could find it in your heart to care for a stranger like this. 

It was at that moment Alec felt himself fall, just like all those romance books and movies Daisy watches. He used to pretend that the hated them, but deep down he wished he could find someone that made him feel all of those silly little butterflies. Perhaps he found it in you. 

“Forgot a jacket.” he chuckled simply as his gaze softened. 

“Oh in this weather? And you call yourself a detective?” you gave him a joking ‘are you crazy?’ look making him chuckle even more.

“Worst one in Britain I’m afraid.” he shook his head, and he didn’t dare remove his hands from yours. Not when they felt so right being there. 

Slowly, you gazed down at your hands. Now it was your turn for your heart to do flips. You gently took one of his hands and pulled his sweater sleeve over it creating a mitten of sorts. Then you took the other one and lace your fingers with his before guiding it into your jacket pocket. All the while he was staring at you with a look of dumbfounded adoration. 

“Not the best solution but at least you’ll warm up a little bit.” you laughed suddenly feeling a little awkward. 

“I like it,” he mumbled squeezing your hand gently. “, come on let's get you home.” he raised his eyebrows encouraging you to lead the way. 

“Right off we go then, Alec.” you glanced over at him as you two walked in comfortable silence. He gave you the softest smile somehow letting you know that he liked his name when it came from your lips. 

This was going to be a wonderful Christmas.

[zecretsanta]

Twelve Days of Carlosmas

To: @gorokiichi

From: @junpei-rights-activist

For the prompt: Snapshots of Carlos and Junpei spending the holidays together while Akane is away. Maybe Carlos turns on the radio to Christmas songs and Junpei is cranky about it because it’s too early in the morning, or Carlos fumbles when making a gingerbread house because his hands are too big. Up to you! I just really like slice of life with them.

I hope you enjoy and are okay with the amount of shippiness I included because it didn’t occur to me until I had already written it that I might have misinterpreted that part.

1

Junpei wasn’t above the simple pleasure of watching a strong man do hard work. Well, that was assuming stringing a house in Christmas lights was hard work— and it certainly appeared to be. Hell, Junpei was pretty sure he could catch a gleam of sweat on his forehead, even in the early December chill. He wore it well. Junpei didn’t comment.

“Did you want me to…I dunno…do something?” He figured it was fair enough to offer, even though he had no idea about any of this. He wasn’t exactly in the habit of climbing up ladders to put up lights just to climb up ladders and take them down again later. Still, it seemed important to Carlos, so he was happy enough to indulge.

“Just stand there and look pretty.” Junpei crossed his arms and scowled when Carlos looked over his shoulder from his perch, but he felt just a little warmer.

2

“What’s this?” Junpei observed the mug Carlos had placed in front of him on the table. It looked like the sort of monstrosity you could only find this time of year, though usually from some overpriced coffee shop. It was piled high with the kind of whipped cream that definitely came from a can and some crushed mix of chocolate and candy cane.

“Cocoa. Drink it.” Carlos crossed to take his own seat, another mug prepared for himself. Junpei was tempted to ask how, exactly, he was supposed to go about that. He opted to take a mouthful of the candy and cream instead. Not a bad combination, even if he hadn’t touched the chocolate yet.

“Thanks?” Even as this sort of consideration had become commonplace with Carlos in his life, Junpei wasn’t entirely accustomed to it. There was still a part of him that searched for some underlying motive. Carlos wasn’t that complicated, though. Junpei appreciated that, when he took the time to think about it.

“You’ve been down since Akane left.” Astute observation, if not a statement of the most absolute obvious.

“She’s coming back.” Junpei sounded more defensive than he meant to, but Carlos seemed to take it in stride. Whatever uncertainties he might have had were well enough founded after how long he’d been searching…

“Yeah. She’s visiting her brother right? No point sulking around until she comes home.” Junpei startled as Carlos reached across the table and swiped his thumb across his nose. He held it up to display a little dollop of whipped cream, then licked it clean. Junpei averted his eyes and took a too-big gulp of his cocoa. The heat prickled down his throat and overwhelmed his face but he gave a half-hearted shrug.

“Maybe.”

3

Carlos couldn’t carry a tune in a paper bag, not that his enthusiasm with early-morning festive cheer was any indication. Junpei tried covering his head with the blankets, then with the pillow, then gave up on hoping for that ten more minutes of sleep. If bedhead were a person, it was Junpei stumbling out of his bedroom to hone in on the source of the disturbance. He found Carlos singing along with the kitchen speaker while hanging something or another above the room’s entryway.

“Isn’t it a little early for that?” Junpei’s voice remained thick with sleep. Carlos looked amused.

“It’s Christmas. Have a little holiday spirit.” He let his arms fall and looked up at his mistletoe-y handiwork. Junpei looked up too, making a careful distance between himself and the sprig. It was definitely too early for that.

“It’s been December for maybe two days.”

“Fine. Almost Christmas.” Carlos tilted his head slightly, hands on his hips. He was glancing at Junpei but Junpei didn’t look back.

“Almost Christmas means it isn’t Christmas.” Carlos only put on a faux pout in response to this clarification.

“Now c’mon. Get decorating or go mope somewhere else.” Carlos gave him a soft punch to the shoulder then turned to hand him what had to be the world’s oldest, rattiest cardboard box. Junpei was inclined to hand it right back to him and take the moping option, but he decided better of it. It was almost Christmas, after all.

4

Junpei wasn’t sure how he felt about Carlos’s boundless holiday spirit. Depending on the time of day, the position of the stars, and how much Junpei had to drink, it would range between charming and mind-numbing. He had expected the movie marathon to be on the latter end. And he hadn’t been entirely wrong, either. They were all the same basic plot, the same basic story. Small-town girls and businessmen and miracles.

But it was nice when Carlos leaned into him on the couch. When their hands brushed against one another’s. When they shared a look or a laugh. It was nice enough that maybe it didn’t matter if the movies were all garbage and Carlos was hell-bent on driving him crazy for the next two and a half weeks. There was the fleeting possibility that this wasn’t all that bad.

5

“You’ve really never done this before, huh?” Carlos was squatting down, packing snow together in an oversized ball, rolling it around to reveal grass beneath and grow the icy orb. Junpei was right there next to him, observing with some skepticism.

“Never really had enough snow. Or yard.” Junpei shrugged it off. Carlos had enough of a lawn to sustain an entire family of snowmen by Junpei’s estimation, though he didn’t have the experience to back those claims. Carlos flashed him a smile and started rolling the growing ball in earnest, waddling down the lawn then back up in neat little lines.

“Maria and I used to do this every year. The first snow is always best for it.” However the memory made Carlos feel, he didn’t seem keen to show it. Instead, he rolled the ball back toward Junpei, then nudged it so Junpei could take over the rolling.

“How big do we make it?” The thing seemed to be rapidly expanding in mass and Junpei wasn’t really clear on the scale they were after here. Carlos was already hard at work constructing the next part of the snowman’s stacked body.

“As big as you want. I’ll pop the head on when you’re ready.” He gave a cheesy bicep flex then kept rolling. Junpei responded by rolling both the snowball and his eyes. And then a new thought occurred to him. He waited until Carlos was on a trip down the lawn, his back turned. Then he gathered up the snow in a rush, packed it into a ball, and aimed straight for his back.

Or, it would have been his back, had Carlos not turned around just in time to be nailed in the face. A comedy of errors in which Carlos was wiping his face while Junpei, in his haste to rush over and apologize, was slipping cartoonishly in the snow. Carlos accepted these apologies with a fair amount of laughter and a huge handful of snow down Junpei’s hood. 

It was a fair bit more fun than Carlos had made it sound when he’d suggested the whole thing.

6

The apron Carlos was wearing hadn’t done much to  keep him from making an absolute mess of himself. It seemed like their was flour streaked everywhere— across his cheek here, over his knuckles there, a smudge next to his eyebrow… Junpei felt an almost irresistible urge to walk over and wipe him clean.

Instead, he followed his nose to the oven and dropped to his knees to look in, the scent of the cookies erasing all else from his mind. They still had a good few minutes based on what he saw through the little glass window, but Junpei was drooling. He looked at Carlos again, with his apron and his flour and his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Yeah, he was still drooling.

“How much longer?” He whined instead of taking any action, however tempting the alternative might have been.

7

The tree was too big.

Surely, Carlos had realized the tree was too big.

It took over the bulk of the living room, branches hanging dangerously close to the couch. Junpei thought it was a disaster waiting to happen, but that didn’t stop him from hanging another bauble on a branch. Yeah, it was way too big, but it made Carlos happy and that in turn made Junpei happy, even if he wasn’t always keen to admit it.

“So you like it?” Carlos hadn’t actually asked for an opinion since he went through the trouble of setting the thing up in its stand and smoothing out the skirt and hauling out what seemed like an endless number of ornament boxes. Hell, he’d probably started it all by chopping the thing down himself, knowing Carlos. Junpei was pretty sure he knew his way around an ax, as he could recall.

Junpei considered a sarcastic response, but he didn’t quite have the heart for it with the way Carlos’s eyes gleamed.

“Yeah. I like it.”

8

Junpei watched as Carlos slotted together the two large, square cookies at the corners. He was as delicate as he could manage while he pinched them together and reached for the cement-like frosting. Unfortunately, as it happened, that was not delicate enough. Junpei winced to see the gingerbread crumble beneath his fingers.

“Just let me help.” Junpei’s own attempt at cookie architecture hadn’t turned out half-bad, he had to admit. It wasn’t the fanciest thing, but if he were made out of gingerbread he wouldn’t be too ashamed to have some friends over for dinner. Carlos’s house looked like it probably sat on the other side of the tracks.

It wasn’t his fault, or at least Junpei couldn’t really blame him. He had such big hands for such delicate work. And while Junpei could imagine a thousand and one scenarios where strength and calluses could be major boons, building gingerbread houses didn’t seem to be one of them. Carlos swore under his breath as the whole wall came down before he could seal it up.

“Maybe you should leave the construction to me and worry about the decorating.” The way Carlos’s eyes lit up at the suggestion only confirmed Junpei’s suspicion that that was the part he was looking forward to in the first place.

“You don’t mind?” There was an eager puppy quality about him that made Junpei’s insides squirm.

“Knock yourself out.” He pretended to be just as focused on repairing Carlos’s disastrous attempts as he could be, but Junpei was absolutely watching that childlike glee from the corner of his eye.

9

“Carlos…did you embroider these yourself?” Junpei stared at the stockings on the wall. They hung beneath the TV, for lack of a proper mantel, and each was emblazoned with one of their names. Junpei had the distinct impression that Carlos wasn’t able to pick these up at the superstore. 

“I didn’t want you guys to feel left out.” Akane couldn’t have felt left out, not having been there at all, but that hadn’t stopped Carlos. It was sweet, the sort of sweet little thing that always took Junpei by surprise, even if it shouldn’t have by this point. Maria and Carlos had their own, much older, versions in that line. It was a heartfelt gesture. Junpei didn’t always know what to do with those.

“Well…they look good. I mean, uh, thanks.” He rubbed the back of his head and flashed a smile. “Kinda like a real family.” Carlos smiled back at him.

“Yeah. Kinda like that.”

10

“Aren’t you supposed to put liquor in this?” Junpei swirled his small glass of egg nog disdainfully, his nose scrunched up. Some people might have braced themselves for the impact of spiced rum. Junpei should have braced himself for the absence of it. He wasn’t a fan of festive drinks that didn’t inherently make him feel more festive. And no amount of nutmeg was gonna do it in this case.

“You can,” Carlos admitted over a sip of his own glass, “but then you end up on the naughty list.”

“Maybe I want to be naughty.” Junpei huffed.

“I bet you do.”

11

Junpei stared at the television screen with the sort of awe this particular programming had never before inspired.

“Carlos. Why are you watching a log?” As confounding as the guy could be, this was taking it to new extremes.

“It’s a yule log.” As if that explained it.

“What the hell is a yule log?” Junpei looked at Carlos then back on the screen. He was currently enjoying the HD surround sound version of a log crackling in the fire. This one was well beyond him.

“I mean it’s…a log. For Yule…” Carlos’s voice trailed off. God help them both, he didn’t really know either, did he? “I don’t know, it’s festive. You put it on and you feel cozy. Isn’t that enough?” Junpei covered his face with one hand.

“I guess it’s better than the romcoms.” 

12

“Junpei, could you come here a sec?” Carlos’s voice rang from the edge of the kitchen, drawing Junpei away from some holiday-themed comedy. It was, as with the yule log, better than some of the alternatives. Still, he was happy enough to abandon his post and attend to whatever need Carlos had.

“What’s up?” Junpei stopped in the doorway to the kitchen where Carlos met him, spoon in hand with his hand carefully cradling beneath to catch any spills.

“Try this.” Carlos didn’t wait for Junpei’s acceptance to lift the spoon to his lips. Junpei didn’t reject it though and sipped down whatever it was Carlos was making. Soup, nice and hot, and damn good. Junpei shot him a look that said as much.

“The fact that you can cook on top of everything else is just unfair. Leave something for the rest of us.” Junpei’s pouting was in jest, of course, and Carlos’s eyes only flashed with a hint of…something… while he stepped closer to Junpei.

“Hey.” He leaned in, over, close. Really close. Body heat on Junpei’s skin close. “Notice where you’re standing?”

And Junpei hadn’t noticed, until that moment. He hadn’t necessarily been avoiding the mistletoe, but he also hadn’t been making himself an easy target. Not that Carlos would have pressed if Junpei had given any indication of real discomfort. Still, it was a bit embarrassing, even if it was only the two of them. The way he could smell Carlos’s cologne and feel his warmth, practically taste him through the broth.

“Is that why you called me over?” Junpei’s accusation was met with a smirk. Carlos grasped Junpei’s chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilted his face upward.

“Maybe. Is that why you’re still standing here?” So close.

So close.

“Maybe.”

[blizzardfluffykpop]

Never Enough

Summary: A beautifully decorated dorm for Christmas, features the one thing you wish to avoid most. Mistletoe.

Oneshot

Fluff, Established Relationship Au

Word Count: 1,555

Kihyun X Reader

Requested: for the 12 days of winter, can I request #10 “Mistletoe… my arch enemy” with Kihyun? Thank you!! ☃️

Prompt: 9. “Mistletoe… my arch enemy”

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Kihyun spends every year decorating the dorm for their annual Christmas party. It’s something that he enjoys. So, when he invites you, it's not only to celebrate the holiday together. It's also to show you his hard work. And honestly, you couldn’t wait to see all his decorations. He came over to your house the night before brimming with excitement, “I want to see your reaction firsthand when we walk in together.” You shook your head at him but couldn’t help but grin, knowing how much hard work he put into it.

While Kihyun is getting dressed for the festivities, you're sitting at your desk doing your last-minute wrapping. You hear him hum and turn towards him. He asks, “Ready, baby?” You look down at your outfit and wipe off a few pieces of wrapping shred, “Yeah!” He pulls you up from your chair, spins you into his arms, and kisses your cheek. You blush as he leads you to the front door. You both pull on your shoes and coats before walking hand in hand to the party.

You gasp as you reach the outside of the dorm. He decorated the outside with Christmas trees wrapped in garland and ceramic snowmen holding welcome signs leading toward the entrance. He unlocks the door, and you notice the beautiful wreath outside the door. You grin before seeing his holy grail: the living room. It looks like he’s been working on this for months. When in reality, he texted you that he was starting to decorate the dorm last Monday. He went full out from white Christmas string lights that line the room and hang down from the ceiling to hanging ornaments and stars from the string lights, making it look like a Christmas wonderland. He watches you with delight as you let out little oohs and ahhs as you take in everything.

And that's when you see his miniature village that lines the wall. He smiles and leads you closer to it, “There’s a house for all seven of us that live at the dorms.” You nod, and he smiles, “That’s our house.” He points to a beautiful two-story miniature with little dogs in Santa hats and two village people kissing. And you giggle before saying, “You made us so cute. Oh, it’s all so lovely, Ki. You've worked so hard.” He fills with pride as he points out each little thing he did. Like how he made the mixture of snow with cotton and glue. And how he used fishing wire to hang the bulbs and stars.

You watch him excitedly tell you about it all. And you hang onto his every word, “What about the Santa hats on each photo frame?” He smiles, “I used that blue putty to attach each hat.” He leads you to the photo you both took together last Christmas, “You gave me a (f/c) hat?” He nods, “I tried to get everyone’s favorite color hat, but I made yours and mine specially.” You look over at him, “Seriously?” He smiles, “I used the regular foam colors for everyone but yours and mine.” You nod, and he continues, “I mixed acrylic paint to make the colors of our hats.” You blink your tears back to avoid them rolling down your cheeks. But you smile at him and kiss his cheek, “I love all of your decorations, but your attention to detail is my favorite.” He smiles, and you pull him in for a hug. He wraps his arms around you, and you squeeze him.

When you pull away, he leads you down the hallway and shows you the pine-like garland he looped along the walls and each wreath he hung on every door. You ask, “Did the boys help you at all?” That’s when Jooheon comes out of his room and says, “He never lets us do anything past putting out the boxes and decorating the main tree together.” You shake your head at him, “He’s a cute perfectionist, ain’t he?” “He’s a perfectionist, alright.” You hide your laugh as Jooheon continues, “Definitely not as cute as me.” You laugh, and as he leaves, Kihyun pouts, and you kiss it away. “You’re way cuter.” He nods, “And?” You sigh, “And handsome.” He smiles, satisfied with your answer, “I swear you learned that from Joo and Min.” He shrugs, “It comes in handy.” You shake your head, and you continue your tour.

You both exit the hallway, and he walks you through the living room to the kitchen. The party was starting to get into full swing when you see it, “Mistletoe…” You glare at it as you grow closer to it. And continue, “My arch enemy.” He raises his eyebrow and gives you a confused look, “What? Why is that?” You shrug at his question and put your hands in your pocket. “I’ve never been kissed under it.” He laughs and shakes his head, “I’m surprised. Someone as cute as you should have been already.” He pulls your left hand out of your pocket and goes, “Come on.” You tilt your head at him, “Why?” He grins, “You’ll see.” He has you follow him to the opening and stops under the mistletoe. “Would you mind if I was your first?” You blush and shake your head, and he holds your cheek in his free hand and brings you in for a short yet sweet kiss.

You hear loud cheers of “(Y/n)!” and “Kihyun!” You turn beet red as you look over to see Hoseok holding a camera and taking a photo of you while Minhyuk cheers for you two to kiss again. Kihyun leans in to ask, “Want to give them a show?” You smirk, your confidence soaring with him in front of you, and give him a nod. He moves his hand from beside your jaw to underneath and kisses you deeply. The two hoot and holler as you move your free hand into his hair and weave your fingers through, deepening the kiss. When he pulls away, you’re both left breathless. The other two are busy looking through their camera shots, but you can only see him. His cheeks are a rosy-red, and he’s grinning at you, “How was that for your first time under the mistletoe?” You mirror his grin and say, “I hope it happens many more times.” He smiles and squeezes your interlocked hands as you release your grip on his hair.

You kiss his nose for good measure before you both walk into the kitchen and grab some snacks to eat. He carries your shared plate, and you get your first drinks of the evening. As you walk back underneath the mistletoe, you grin as you pull him into your arms, and he gasps as you pull him into a kiss this time. You linger in the passageway before pulling away to continue walking and laugh, “I didn’t know my arch enemy could become my most revered friend.” He smirks, “You know that’s not the only time you can kiss me, right?” You shrug, “But it’s more special that way.” He shakes his head and kisses your forehead as you sit together on the couch. You crack open your drinks and say, “Cheers to many more mistletoe kisses?” He laughs and cheers, “To many more!” You clink them together before drinking from them. You smile and snuggle into his side as you both eat your snacks.

You both end up under the mistletoe many more times. For something you hated before because you never experienced it, you certainly couldn’t get enough of it now that you had. And as long as it was making you happy, Kihyun was more than happy to oblige. Although you partake in games and feast, the plant is the most exciting part. And who were you to resist, especially when you get to kiss a guy like Kihyun?

As the last few guests filter out and all of you have rid the dorm of litter. And the rest of the members have retired to their rooms. You dance with Kihyun to the Christmas music that's softly filtering out of the speakers. You sway in his arms as you look over to the mistletoe. He whispers, “You wish to be kissed under there again?” You shrug as you look into his eyes, “Here’s fine, too.” He gives you a small kiss before spinning you underneath the mistletoe and kisses you again. When he pulls away, you wait a moment before pulling him back in, “Because one is never enough.”

You continue swaying underneath the mistletoe before hearing something clattering. You catch Changkyun sliding through the space between the island and cabinets to get a glass of water. You two snicker as he mumbles, “I can’t wait for you two to get tired of the mistletoe.” Kihyun smirks, “You’re just jealous you didn’t get to kiss anyone under it this year.” He scoffs as grabs his glass of water, “Good night, (Y/n). Good night, Ki...” You two giggle at Changkyun as he scoots back through the way he came. When he's made it safely back into his room, Kihyun asks, “One more, for good ole time's sake?” You nod, “Yeah, and then you can put it away tomorrow.” He smiles and brings you in for one last kiss underneath the mistletoe.

[starlight-vixen-emiko]

Luka's Christmas: The Guardian Angel, the mistletoe, and the Christmas gift!

@lukacouffaineappreciation

I was originally going to do the entire theme week but I only came up with this. I might write another because I had more than one idea for a Christmas fanfic but this is all I finished. (Just on time too...)

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night! 😊🎄🎁

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Life was uncertain, and the holiday season became stressful. When Luka struggled to find radio silence, he remembered he would always have his guardian angel.

But he figured Ladybug was busy this holiday season, and that’s why he didn’t see her outside of hero work. She was really only spending time with Viperion. Sometimes, he wished he could tell her his identity so she could come into the Liberty during the cold and see if she would like the Christmas cookies he made. The Christmas cookies that Marinette taught him how to make…

Kagami mentioned to Luka that Christmas was another romantic holiday in Japan. Luka felt that in his bones with Marinette and Ladybug, Christmas was already a thorn in the side as is! And they were days away from Christmas, and Luka barely felt like he could enjoy the holiday season.

But Luka found inspiration late at night when Paris was finally quiet, and snowflakes slowly fell on top of the big snow piles covering everything. Luka grabbed his guitar, walked to the nearest street light, and clasped his guitar pic with his gloved hand. Sure, Luka felt like sausage fingers while wearing gloves, but it was freezing out. After a moment of getting used to it, he managed to play a guitar cover of “Silent Night.”

And even if it was just for a moment, Luka could find holiday peace on earth that was constantly talked about but drowned out in commercialism. Luka could play various Christmas songs all night that brought people hope on cold, dark nights, but when Luka finished his song, he heard the sound of snow crunching and let his guard up.

He heard soft giggles and snow crunching, but then a familiar girl in a Ladybug jumpsuit and a red Santa hat swung into the light and flipped as she landed in front of Luka. He could barely defend himself as she hit him with fluffy white snow.

“Ladybug!” Luka chuckled a bit.

“Hey Luka!” Ladybug cried as her blue eyes sparkled. But then she saw Luka was covered in a bit of snow and took the honor of brushing it off with her hands. “It’s great to finally see you!”

Luka smiled warmly down at her. “I know you’re busy making sure everyone has a Merry Christmas. I wouldn’t want you to be even more stressed out…”

Ladybug giggled with her hand over her lips. “It’s ok! I needed to see you again, no matter what! Besides, being on patrol, I always hear people complain about everything they want for Christmas when you seem to know the true meaning of this holiday.”

Luka tried not to blush, so he took a moment to look away. But like magic, Ladybug presented Luka with an adorable blue Santa hat and placed it on his head, ensuring it was secure.

“Besides! That was the most beautiful ‘Silent Night’ performance I have ever heard! It really gave me hope on a dark night like this!”

Luka shook his head. “It’s nothing special…”

Ladybug quickly took out a ladybug print smartphone. “Can you please play for me again Luka? I want this moment for the ladyblog.”

Luka smiled at her and then ran his fingers through his guitar strings. As Luka played a gentle version of “Silent Night,” snowflakes fell slowly around them. Ladybug felt so warm as she blushed hard from falling in love with Luka’s music. And thankfully, the world was quiet, so Luka’s music could fill the world with light.

When Luka finished, Ladybug said, “Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night,” before posting the video on her blog. She put her phone away and walked up to Luka, and this time, it was his turn to blush as Ladybug’s sudden forwardness made his heart flip.

“Thank you for playing for me, Luka.”

Luka pulled on his coat collar and looked away. “Anything for you, Ladybug.”

“Well, can I give you one more thing?” Ladybug asked as she batted her eyelashes.

“What is it?” Luka asked.

Ladybug presented Luka with a mistletoe in the palm of her hand, and Luka did a low gasp. Ladybug looked absolutely adorable with that teasing, cheeky grin she gave him.

Ladybug tried to act cool but blushed and giggled at the sight of great blue wonder Luka looking absolutely bashful. She took a moment to play with a lock of her blue hair.

“Luka, if you don’t want to, I understand.”

Luka took one step closer and gave her an absolutely charming smile. Then Ladybug’s eyes sparkled, and she couldn’t help herself as she got on her toes and kissed him on the cheek, leaving a light red kiss mark.

But before either of them could ask for anything more, Ladybug’s earrings beeped, and she instinctively placed her hand on one of her earrings.

Ladybug knew to run before she transformed back, but she saw the disappointed look in Luka’s aqua-blue eyes and took his hands; both quickly felt a warmth they didn’t want to let go of.

“I know you don’t want me to go, but I hope you have a Merry Christmas Luka.”

Ladybug gasped as Luka pulled her into an even warmer hug, and Ladybug felt so at home that she prayed time would move slowly, even for a moment.

“Merry Christmas Ladybug,” he whispered.

The two of them stayed there feeling each other’s warmth in the snow, but soon, Luka had to gently let Ladybug go, and Ladybug let her hand slip from Luka’s. She used her yo-yo to swing away in the dark, snowy night.

Luka had to head back to his bedroom to wrap himself in multiple blankets and lose himself in dreams to prevent himself from missing her during the holiday season.

But on Christmas day, Juleka was ecstatic, telling her brother that he received a present wrapped in ladybug print wrapping paper.

Luka didn’t believe in Christmas miracles by any stretch of the imagination. Still, even he was weirded out at the moment. He needed to open this present now.

It wasn’t signed, but this had his dear friend written all over it. And as he eagerly ripped off the paper, he found a guitar decorated in a ladybug pattern.

Luka was breathless for a moment. Wondering why Ladybug went through the trouble to get him a nice guitar as a gift. Juleka was stunned and jealous that Luka got such a lovely gift from the beautiful Ladybug.

But Luka couldn’t wait; he was suddenly inspired to play music, and he ran to the top deck of The Liberty with his new guitar and his phone and did a live stream of him playing Christmas songs for everyone to enjoy but primarily dedicated to the most beautiful heroine of all of Paris.

Since Ladybug wanted to ensure Christmas wasn’t ruined for everyone, she did a quick patrol of Paris, even if things were quiet and peaceful. But she heard her phone notify her, and she checked it as she hung from a street light with her yo-yo. She was elated that Luka was doing a live stream music show with the ladybug guitar she gave him, and she swung to a snowy rooftop to sit and watch him.

It was their best Christmas in years because they had each other.

[a-strange-inkling]

She Walks in Starlight

12/25 HellCheer Xmas Prompt: “What do you mean you’ve never decorated a Christmas tree before?”

(Part Two of Day 2: Santa Hat)

Chicago, Illinois 1986

“Next year, we’re getting a fake one!” he yells to her from beneath the tree, desperately trying to secure the stump in the stand, getting pricked and prodded by hundreds of pine needles. He tries to turn the last screw, but his hands are tacky with sap and it’s hard for him to get a grip. “Can you hand me a damp towel or something?”

He peeks up through the branches when he receives no reply, seeing her head tilted over, hand on her cheek, not listening to a thing he’s saying.

“Enjoying the view!?” he chirps.

“Huh?”

“Baby, you know I’m all about being objectified, but could you stop staring at my ass and get me a damp towel?” he pleads.

“Oh, sorry!” she squeaks, giggling as she hurries over to the kitchenette. “Sorry!”

“That’s okay.” he sighs, tired and very much in love.

She’s soon army crawling down beside him.

“Woah, hey, Cunningham, it’s not safe under here!” he snaps. “This thing is still loose.”

“How are you supposed to hold onto the tree and clean your hands?” she asks pointedly, carefully wiping the sap from his fingers and knuckles. Even under a fucking tree with pine needles up his nose, she makes him smile.

“Why don’t you keep it steady and I’ll bolt it?” she asks, already working the wing nut, spinning it to the right.

“I spend all day under the hood of a car with a wrench, you think I’d be better at this.” he laughs, watching her with soft eyes. She turns over once it’s finished and gives him a quick kiss. “I love saving you.” she replies coyly, inhaling deeply as she looks up into the branches. “You know, it we get a fake one, it won’t smell like this.” she breathes.

“Fair point.” he replies, shuffling back, carefully helping her out from underneath.

“Can we decorate now!?” she asks giddily, folding her hands excitedly.

He laughs incredulously. “I still have to tie it down, but you can go get the boxes if you really can’t contain yourself.”

She takes off excitedly for the closet and he beams after her before reaching for the twine. He can’t get enough of how much she’s enjoying this. She’s all aglow, like she’s walking on air, like she’s made of starlight. “I never got to decorate my own tree before!”

He looks over his shoulder in bemusement, blinking a few times. Did he just hear right? “What do you mean you’ve never decorated a Christmas tree before?”

“My mom never let my brother or I near the tree, she always had it done by a professional decorator so we weren’t allowed to touch anything.” she explains as she riffles through the shelf above their coats, making his heart sink a little. Who could deny this cute little elf anything?

About a half hour later when everything’s battened down, Eddie helps her with the lights and they string cranberries and popcorn while watching old Rankin and Bass Specials.

Chrissy, unable to wait anymore, breaks into the box of old ornaments Wayne gave them when they moved out of the trailer.

“Awww!” Chrissy exclaims suddenly lifting up a clay hand print that he had made when he was in kindergarten, once painted red and now a chipped, muted pink, his name scratched in the palm. “Look how tiny you were!”

He rolls his eyes, indulgently lifting his hand for her to compare sizes. “It’s almost as big as yours right now.” he teases, holding it against her palm next, making her pout. It’s not too much of an exaggeration.

Chrissy fishes out a few more ornaments, darting back and forth excitedly as she hangs them on the tree, looking for the perfect spot for each one.

He recognizes most of them, a mischievous little elf, May’s ballerina that Chrissy loves, a few of his mother’s snowflakes, a race car, more various crafts he brought home from school, one mini frame of him in the first grade that makes her gush and him cringe.

Thanks, Wayne.

She coaxes him to help her reach the higher branches where there’s still some real estate left. It doesn’t take much. A flutter of her lashes, a sweet little smile.

She continues to hand him the old decorations in exchanges for his little stories behind each of them. She sometimes has to interrupt to instruct him on which branch to hang one on, reminding him not to crowd them.

“Anymore?” he asks, hand out, waiting patiently, but she doesn’t respond.

“You okay?” He raises a brow, finding her just kneeling beside the box, staring into it.

“Chrissy?”

Slowly she pulls a homemade green and white pom pom ornament, tied off with an orange ribbon. He stills, feeling all of his blood rush to his face, remembering that cute little cheerleader in her green Santa hat last year, shyly spreading “Christmas Cheer” through the halls of Hawkins High.

“…you kept it?” she asks softly, fingers gently running over the yarn, smoothing out the tassels.

“Yeah… you um… you gave it to me.” he replies softly, rubbing the back of his neck, feeling strangely embarrassed. “I mean, heh, I think we’ve already established that I had a thing for you back then, sweetheart.”

She looks up at him with glassy eyes and a watery smile. “You hung it on your tree?”

“I mean, that is what it was for, right?” he chuckles, taking it from her, gently holding it in his hand, smiling to himself. “God, you nearly killed me that day, Cunningham… coming right over to me in your cute little hat and uniform, nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I was so nervous,” she giggles lightly. “I was so afraid you were going to be mean or make fun of me for it.”

He matches her smile, taking her chin between his forefinger and his thumb. “Oh yeah? Why’d you come over to me then, if you thought I was so mean and scary?”

A part of him always wondered.

“Because I...” She flushes prettily, the same way she did back then. “You looked so sad and you were all by yourself and I don’t know…”

She gets flustered when he grins smugly, thumbing along the plushy pulp of her lower lip, waiting for her to continue. While he often laments all the time they could have had if he ever had enough balls to make a move, it’s still nice to know that his secret admiration wasn’t exactly all one-sided back then.

“I…” she tries again.

“You…?”

“I just wanted to cheer you up.” she murmures bashfully, making him lean down and kiss her deeply.

“Mmm… took your cheer captain duties very seriously.” he hums against her lips, smile widening at the petulant little noise she makes in her throat.

“Apparently it worked,” she gives his shoulder a playful shove. “You kept it.”

“I did.” he replies, kissing her neck gently, before hanging her ornament on the highest branch

@hellcheerxmas

[council-of-beetroot]

Hetalia Christmas Prompt

Prompt: “Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree.”

Characters: APH Poland APH Lithuania

Word Count: 867 words

Notes: wow I actually wrote something! This wasn't the prompt I was originally working on but one I started on a whim. The cookbook prompt will hopefully get written soon. I just have too many ideas for that one and spent too much time reading cookbooks as a result.

Like I said, I have never done this before, so hopefully the formatting is okay.

Tolys arrived at Feliks’ house after receiving a call requesting his assistance with Feliks’ Christmas decorations. He agreed as this would give him a chance to get away from getting dragged into Raivis and Eduard’s centuries-long festive conflict over the origin of Christmas trees once again. For the most part, it wasn’t too much of a hassle. Usually, they would sit and catch up over coffee, while Feliks would spend the time occupied with some craft project that would result in hundreds of mini paper ornaments. This year, Tolys managed to find Feliks still in the process of putting up his Christmas tree.

They spent the next hour or two dedicated to the task of decorating the tree and soon, their work was complete. They had finished hanging up all of the decorations that now adorn each and every branch. Feliks and Tolys stood back to admire the tree they had successfully decorated together. Feliks tilted his head to view the tree from a different angle. It looked nice but something was missing. He scanned the tree from top to bottom. Gwiazdka! They forgot the star to put on the top of the tree!

“Liet! We gotta get the star for the top of the tree!”

“I can put it up for you.” Tolys offered.

“I got it, just watch.”

Tolys watched with slight amusement as Feliks began to stretch himself attempting to reach the top of the tree. He was leaning on his tiptoes and looked as if in two seconds, he would lose balance and fall face-first into his Christmas tree. Naturally, this didn't work. After a few more attempts, Feliks stepped back down to figure out a new plan of action.

“I can reach it If you’d like.”

“No, I got it! I just need to figure out a new plan!”

“Do you have a ladder?” Tolys asked.

“No, why would I need to own a ladder?”

Tolys began to wonder why Feliks considered it unnecessary to own a ladder. However, he decided to save that tangent for another day as he watched Feliks, who was currently trying to determine the course of action needed to overcome his predicament.

“Lift me up!”

“What?”

“Lift me up onto your shoulders, and then, I can totally reach the top of the tree. Trust me, this will work!”

Without giving Tolys a chance to respond, Feliks attempted to pounce up to his shoulders in an attempt to try to latch on to him. “Okay! Okay! Okay!” He sighed and bent down so that Feliks could get up on his shoulders. He was grateful for the fact that Feliks was quite lightweight as well as being incredibly short.

“Ooh! The tree is so sparkly from up here! Could you hand me the star please?”

Tolys somehow managed to bend down to grab the star and hand it to Feliks, who was also clinging to his shoulders at the same time.

“Mhmm, eh, nie, and there,” Feliks thought aloud as he adjusted the star. “a little more to the right, and perfect!”  

Tolys stepped back so Feliks could take a moment to stare at his tree.

 “Wait!” Feliks gasped, which startled Tolys, almost causing him to drop Feliks backwards and head-first onto his living room floor. “One slight fix!”

Tolys took a step forward once again so Feliks could straighten up the star.

“Good?”

“Good!” Feliks gave a thumbs up.

“Great, now you can get off my shoulders!” Tolys reminded him.

Oh! Right, okay.”

Feliks got off Tolys’ shoulders and was now standing next to him, admiring their hard work. Strings of lights illuminated the room with their soft glow, lighting up each hand-painted glass ornament that adorned the tree. Many of the ornaments were hand-crafted by Feliks himself, utilizing a wide variety of materials and styles. It was clear just from looking at them, that Feliks had dedicated a lot of time and effort to creating each craft and he was quite successful at making each decoration one of a kind. Some were ornaments embellished with traditional paper cut patterns, some of flowers, and others depicting vibrant scenes of the nativity or traditional festivities such as the Wigilia dinner. Many were the spiky jeżyki ornaments for added flair. Others were little felt ornaments shaped like angels, hearts, and stars. Garlands of colorful tassels were draped around the tree, along with strings of glittery beads and paper chains. Above was the star of shimmering gold and sparkling silver, shining brightly, completing the stunning display.

“Thank you very much!” Feliks said with a wide grin, breaking the silence as he turned to Tolys, who responded with a light chuckle and a smile.

The two of them began to start cleaning up the mountain of boxes that remained after decorating. Suddenly, Feliks’ face lit up with excitement as he dashed to the downstairs storage room, where all of his decorations were usually packed away. The sounds of him rummaging through the storage room could be heard from the floor above. Suddenly, the sound of rustling boxes ceased. Feliks yelled out from a distance, “Hey Liet! We forgot about the podłaźniczka!”

Tolys thought to himself, why didn’t we just use a chair?

Notes and translations

Podłaźniczka- basically like if you took the top part of Christmas tree that you hang from the ceiling. Usually you hang one above a door or your dining room.

Jeżyki - the name comes from the polish word for hedgehog. They are spiky paper ornaments that I mentioned in a previous post that look like sea urchins.

Gwiazdka - literally meaning little star

Eduard and Raivis- Have to mention the Christmas tree wars previously mentioned in many other posts.

Nie- No

On ornaments - Poland has a long tradition of crafting ornaments and there are tons of different varieties and they are really pretty.

Traditionally Poles usually decorate the tree on Christmas eve.

Admittedly, I wrote these notes at 1 am so they aren't very precise so let me know if you have any questions.

Wow you made it all the way down here!

Well Merry Christmas! Wesołych Świąt! As well as Happy Hanukkah and !חג חנוכה שמח

I celebrate both. I have spent too much time making Christmas content so now I need to go find a way to make some Hanukkah content to even it out a bit.

Thank you for Reading! Dziękuję bardzo!

[twsted-princess]

⛸️ Henry Regina

💝 Kumo Mel

🌿 Flynn Lucille

Abso-freaking-lutely!!

Little crystals of ice danced outside in the night air, swirling and tumbling as the ground was blanketed by the soft blanket of white. Kumo watched as some of the flakes stuck down the window as the fireplace crackled in the background. A grumble came from behind but he paid no mind to Alto drawing another card as a game of Eins draws on. Soon Melanie came back from the kitchen, a tray of hot cocoa in tow as she places some mugs down around the table her friends were playing around. Beside them their humble little christmas tree was decorated with colorful lights and little ornaments, nothing special but it was perfect to her. "Here you go." Kumo blinked, once lost in his thoughts as the scent of chocolate hit his nose. He turned to see her sitting next to him, placing a little blue mug painted with puffy white clouds beside him. "Oh.....thanks." He smiled, taking the warm cup into his hands but before he could take a sip she stopped. "Careful, it might be hot." He chuckled "I'll be fine. But to appease her wishes he blew gently, letting the steam gently glide into the air before drinking some. It was sweet but not overly sweet. A way that he's grown to appreciate more. "It's really nice that you came here to spend today with us." He gave her another smile. "It's nothing really." Scarabia at this time was.........loud to say the least. The last place he wanted to be. Really where he wanted to be was with his friends, watching the stars with some stolen cookies and laughing about whatever stunts they got themselves into over the winter season. She watches as his handsome face grows long, remembering moments that seemed precious to him. "I have something for you." Kumo then grew confused as she got up and scurrying over to the tree. All of the other presents were opened but he watched her look behind the tree before she pulled out a small box with a violet bow. Hurrying back she held it out to him. "Merry Christmas. Taking the box he smiled with a tired sigh. "You know I really don't need anything. You didn't have to do this." She smiled as he looked down. "Please. I....worked hard on it." He undid the purple ribbon and placed it aside before taking the top off. Inside was a scarf, long and soft made from sheep's wool to resemble the night sky. Little golden and silver stars in a sea of dark blue. But as he pulled it off to admire her handiwork he noticed the other half. A pair of mitten, the same theme and colors but on the palms were the sun and moon. Lovingly crafted from the hands of someone who knew his heart. "You....mentioned that your friends were like the sun and moon, so I thought that even if you're not together....they'll be with you." He felt the words in his throat died, the air in his lungs escaping him. The sounds of Alto raging as she lost another round were deaf to his ears as he felt choked up. "I......thank you." Melanie smiled as he wiped his eyes, no tears. Not yet. Kumo gaze at her with a softness that he kept so much to himself. "I....got something for you too. Not much but..." He then dug into his jacket button and pulled out a necklace. One she's never seen before. It was a star, bound together by string. It's petals appeared a pearly white but as he gave it to her the colors shifted to a rainbow in the light and in the middle was a small rose quartz. "Back home these are lucky charms, travelers wore them to find their loved ones and a safe way home." He smiled as she held it in her hands like it was made of glass. Looking to him she smiled, holding the shell star to her chest. "I love it....." He returned the smile. "Merry Christmas......"

[chenyann]

Shine you crazy star!!

Jack howl

Rumor:Seems like you need help decorating the Christmas tree you won't mind if Jack helps right? Rumor warning:fluff,sfw,gn!reader,pining,maybe ooc(?) and possible grammer errors. Keys:734 Ads:I'm so sorry for the delay i know I'm a few days late and ive been skipping days. I've been really sick lately. Me and my personal doctor has been trying to figure out what's wrong with me and if it's serious. I'm trying to get back on schedule with this event. This may possibly be ooc bc I can't write jack for shit. I need more time to analyze his character so I can try and write better for him.[Event list here]

This concept was actually inspired by my cati that I decorated this year as a Christmas tree.

Jack was just minding his business until he spotted you. There was a big box in your hands and you explained that Crowley finally gave in and got you a Christmas tree.

You then proceed to ask if he could help since you know very well that you won't be able to do it alone.(also bc grim has no thumbs and is practically just supporting on the sidelines while eating cookies) and ofc he says yes because you're his crush.

Now here yall are. In the middle of ramshackles living room just putting down boxes and putting popcorn on a string.

Asks why yall have to put popcorn on a string. Also keeps grim from eating it.

Jack was the one who mainly set up the tree. Because he didn't want you accidentally hurting yourself. (Not like he will admit it though) Meanwhile the ramshackle ghosts decorated the walls, banisters and outside.

Compliments the ornaments that Crowley gave you. Most of them were broken but some were very beautiful and in good condition. Also grim ate the candy canes so yall have none to put up.

He would break at least one thing by mistake, would apologize so much for it too°( T^T )°○°

-For the short y/ns

If you can't reach the top to put up the star, ask Jack to pick you up. Don't worry he will do it. If you are very light he will ask if you've been eating enough.

-For the tall y/ns

Put some tinsel in the middle of his ears, trust me that shit kind hard to get off. Do it because his ears will flatten and it looks really cute. 

Finally as yall put the star on and lit up the lights a wave of relief fell over yall.He felt so accomplished, a smile was on your face so he presumed you felt like that too. But the longer he looked at you the more features he took in, your rosy cheeks, the pink tinted on your nose, how your eyes would avoid him. Did he make you mad? Did he offend you? He didn't want to ruin his chance just because he did something to offend you. "Hey..did I do something?" What…..?

You were confused. Did you upset him by mistake!? “No…?” 

Listen, I won't explain how relieved he is. He will drop dead before he actually says how he really feels when you reassure him. He wants to convince himself that you only see him as a friend, that y'all are nothing more but friends. But he seems to be very clueless about how you feel. He just assumed you were mad at him, instead of taking the possibility that you were nervous. Jack watches as you sit on the couch admiring yalls hard work. You pat the seat signaling for him to sit with you, “doesn't it look nice.” you said.

Jack just hums while looking at the tree, “The star looks a bit dim” now that you're looking, it does seem a bit dim. Walking over to the boxes of decorations you look through it and come across a light bulb. “Hey Jack, can you help me put in a new light bulb?” Jack said yes bc he is nice (and cuz he is a simp) He was a little confused on what he has to do, that was until you asked him to pick you up. He picks you up and tries to avoid accidentally touching you in inappropriate places. But while you were changing the bulb something blew up causing Jack to accidentally drop you-

Jack's first reaction was checking If you were okay. Then his next one was apologizing for dropping you and helping you up. His last reaction is why all the lights are out. “Oh no.. I think we caused a black out.” You muttered as you looked out the window, yep all the lights were out. “I think it's best you stay here til morning jack.” he tries to refuse but you kept making valid points. After he agreed you said you will make some hot chocolate and prepare a bed for him, going into the kitchen you turn to ghost A and hand him a few thusmarks. “Thanks for helping me out”

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Welcome to the 12 Days of Christmas countdown to Christmas Day. We've 7 days left!!

Lights

Gabe gets competitive with Christmas lights.

Tags: Gabe Wilson, Gabe x Adelaide, Wholesome, Christmas

When Adelaide walked into the room, Gabe scrambled to hide all the candy wrappers on the bed.

"Gabe, when are you gonna put up the Christmas lights? I've reminded you for a week."

"It's gonna snow.'

"That's why I wanted you to start earlier! I want them up, Gabe! I'd like to keep them on for the rest of December, not just Christmas."

"I'll get to it," Gabe assured, but Adelaide had heard that too many times since Thanksgiving.

"Josh already started, and I talked to Dahlia. He should be finished tomorrow."

Gabe hadn't looked outside. It was a lazy day, but now he was walking outside to see what the neighbors had done.

"Aish-" It was a lot. He'd managed to line the lowest parts of their house in white lights. It was simple. It was elegant. There were white light candles in every window... and here was the Wilson house in darkness.

To add insult to injury, the kids also noticed and confronted him at breakfast. Umbrae wanted lights and was very vocal about it not feeling like Christmas without it. She wanted inflatable snowmen. Jason wanted the house to look "magical." They both called dad "lazy" at the same time, and Adelaide only gave him a look.

"If you'd have listened to your wife.. you'd have beat the snow," she muttered. "I still expect those lights up.

"In the ice cold? OH," he yelled, feeling frostbite already. "It's a blizzard! I'm from Tobago! I need the heat. This is madness!" He was fighting for his life at the table.

It was time to get out there and light up the house. He went through the boxes of outside Christmas decorations and tested each string of lights to see what needed to be replaced. He drove to Walmart after work and came home with a dab and lights galore.

His family would swoon and call him the King of Christmas by the time he was done.

"You think you've got lights," he talked to himself as he fought to get his up before the blizzard came in heavy. Snow had begun to fall, and it was already too cold. He refused to admit, though, that he should've started when Ade told him.

He lined the lower level of the house with multicolored lights. He could feel the snowy weather in his bones. And then it really started coming down. Snow and wind. He climbed down the ladder and retreated indoors while the snow dropped, covering everything outside on a blanket of white that the kids adored.

They made snowmen and snow angels.

It was a white December. Adelaide pushed Gabe out the next afternoon in his winter coat to finish the job, and he did what he could make himself do, considering he hated the cold.

He took constant hot cocoa breaks inside.

"Oh no, Gabe, you wanted to wait for the snow. Get out there," Ade took his mug setting it down and pointing him out. It was getting dark early, which made Gabe feel like he was off the hook, but he wasn't.

He went back out and sighed with his hands on his hips as he looked at the snow covered house. He had to get back up on that ladder in the snow to finish the lights.

Unfortunately, snow was slippery...

He got them up there eventually.

When he turned the lights on, it was all worth it. The kids and Ade came out to gaze upon them. After all his hard work, he was thanked with hugs from his kids and a kiss from his beautiful wife.

Then Josh had to add white reindeer in his yard.

Gabe took Umbrae and Jason to help him pick out inflatables. With their help, he set up a snowman, a nutcracker, and a santa. They high-fived and Umbrae started a snowball fight with a wad of snow in her dad's face.

The next day, Josh had a reef on the door and a ribbon on his mailbox.

Gabe put a reef on his door and tacked a Santa hat on his mailbox.

Josh added a sleigh with a plastic Santa.

Gabe pulled out his ladder and put lights higher on his house.

Josh did the same, Gabe watched him do it and almost injure himself.

Dahlia called Adelaide. Josh was going crazy over their decorations, but he'd never tell them that. Instead, he'd keep trying to one-up Gabe. Adelaide shook her head. Gabe was the same. She was already happy with his work on the house, but he was getting swept up in competition.

They had to put a stop to it. So they did what any wife would do, and they each stripped their husband of his credit cards. The houses were done.

"We're going over to the neighbors' for dinner, I don't wanna hear any backtalk," Adelaide told her family two weeks before Christmas. They were to dress nicely and act like they had sense and manners.

Dahlia and Josh greeted them at the door. Adelaide's kids went to find their daughters in the kitchen and Gabe stepped outside with Josh to look at each other's houses and compare them to the weaker ones in the neighborhood.

"Wow," Adelaide looked around at their room and tree decor. "This is beautiful."

"Thank you, the photos from your Facebook were beautiful. I did draw a little inspiration."

"See, look at that. We can appreciate each other's decor without getting competitive," Adelaide smirked.

"Well, we are smarter than men," Dahlia showed Adelaide around.

"Mhm.. Oh! I have these bulbs."

"No," Dahlia chuckled. "You have the copper colored. These are rose gold.. rose gold," she whispered.

Adelaide didn’t like that. What she heard was 'mine is better'.

"Oh look at these stockings, they're so cute! Reminds me of what I had three years ago," Ade tapped them.

"Those are from Pier One. They came out this year."

"Hm," Ade showed her a picture from three years ago watching Dahlia's face drop. "Funny isn't it."

They went forward with dinner, but throughout, there was a competition between Ade and Dahlia.

It made the kids uncomfortable, but the husbands only looked knowingly at each other. Part two of the competition would be on if they didn't take the credit cards back from their wives. Things were getting out of hand.

When dinner was over and the Wilsons were leaving. Everyone congregated outside in the smow watching the other neighbor's house. While they were eating, he'd come out with a projector that shined a gingerbread house pattern on their home and another that displayed dancing snowflakes. They had a musical display that would play the Carol of the Bells.

Gabe and Josh looked at each other, then at Adelaide and Dahlia...

It was ON.

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My entry for the 2021 Winter Wonderland Contest. I wanted to do a lot more with this piece, like drawing Jack next to a Christmas tree with presents addressed to the rest of our Crew. But I got crunched on time again and I’m leaving this weekend right before the deadline. So I had to rush and put everything together.

Lucky Jack Russell is my favorite Presidio companion and he’s a great father figure to our Pirate in my eyes. I don’t expect anything, but I’m just glad I got to ‘participate‘ this year.