#Don’t let the cold bite!!!❄️❄️

[minnies-puppydoll]

{ Kinkmas Day 1: }

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pairing: bangchan x reader

summary: you beg chan to play in the snow with you, but who knew it would be that cold? but don’t worry, he’ll always be there to warm up his favorite little girl.

warnings: daddy kink, caretaker roles, praise, comfort, manhandling, degradation, pussy eating, size kink/mentions of being smaller than chan, slapping, nipple play, let me know if i missed any!!

the snow fell peacefully on your face as you watched the white, foggy sky. days like these with chan are always the best.

you thoroughly insisted on coming outside to play in the snow, despite chan telling you its too cold and to wait for the thermal coats he bought to come in the mail. but, he knows his girl, always so impatient.

so you throw on a sweater and a thin jacket, obviously not enough to be let outside by chan, so you slowly open the cold doorknob and let your boots hit the snow.

you step around slowly, taking in how the ice cascades along the ground, covering all the the plush, green grass that once was. you scoop some up with your hands, the little crystals bite at your hands warmth, you forgot mittens.

despite your impatient disobedience, chan was an amazing caretaker to you. it’s like he knows everything about you. your fears, insecurities, and doubts, they’re all his now. always have been. chan enjoys having someone to take care of, he loves feeling needed, you both were made for eachother it seems.

you and chan have been dating for half a year now, yet sex was still a fresh topic. sure, you wanted to many times, but chan wants you to wait. you thought it was because he didn’t want you, but he quickly made sure to correct that.

“no no, sweet girl. of course i want you, but i want you to learn to feel safe and secure without feeling like you need to have sex with me, i don’t want you to do it for reassurance. can you wait for me? daddy wants you very much, little angel.”

waiting is hard. he’s evil using that nickname then telling you to wait. you know he’s right, but progress is nothing when you run your hands along yourself, pretending he finally decided to have you.

its easy to worry about things when you’re surrounded by such peace and silence, alone with your thoughts while chan isn’t there to take them all away like usual.

what if he abandons you? or maybe you’re just holding him back? what if always having to take care of you is a nuisance to him?

chan always said they were useless thoughts, and that he’ll always love you, but its hard to not overthink with everything that happened with the men in your life growing up.

..what if you’re dissapointing him right now by sneaking out into the yard? tears start to fill up your eyes.

“i’m sorry, chan.”

you mutter under your cold, visible breath to the image you made of him standing over you, his arms crossed with a fed up expression. but, when you turn around, you bump into something, no, someone warm with firm shoulders wrapped in a thick sweater.

chan greets your eyes with a smile when you open them, one that makes you melt despite the unforgiving snow, one that fills up that empty core inside yourself with safety and security, one that shows you no signs of irritance or resent, just pure, unconditional love. nothing like the chan your insecurities made in your head.

“enjoying the snow, my little angel? warm enough?”

the nickname washes your fears away, healing your upset mind. you can only look up at him innocently through your lashes, nodding your head and playing with the button on his coat.

“mhm. sorry i left. um..chan?”

“hm?”

“..you would tell me if i was too clingy? or just annoying sometimes, right? i know it’s a hassle to always take care of me or..stuff like that.”

you say avoiding his gaze and pouting, chan pets your hair, caressing his hand down to the back of your neck to cup your cheek softly with his big, firm hands. all of a sudden you don’t wanna play anymore, you wanna be with him.

“sweet girl..i know. im not upset with you at all. nothing you can do or say could ever stop me from loving you, remember?”

all of the feelings you wished you could’ve felt back then as a little girl poured into your head and spilled from your eyes and into chans chest as you pressed closer to him, nuzzling into his comforting scent and dependable chest.

he knows how vulnerable you can get when you feel like this suddenly, so chan holds you, placing his hand on the back of your head so you feel safe. when you pull away to look at him, he takes your small hand in his, stroking your skin with his thumbs. but, he stops when he notices you shivering. the snow soaked your clothes and left you wet and cold in his arms.

“..daddy?”

“hm?”

“i want to tell you something else..but i don’t want you to get mad at me.”

you say, chewing on your nail. chan smiles fondly at you.

“what is it? you know you i love you. more than anything in the entire world.”

“..i want..to start having sex with you. not for selfish reasons anymore, just need to feel you. is that okay?”

for a moment chan is silent, its a painful silence for you. please, say something. anything. then, chan starts giggling.

“..daddy?”

“im so proud of you. using your words for me, hm? need me inside you? need to feel my heart closer to you, baby? god, i think if i loved you anymore i might really explode.”

you hide your face in his chest again, burning with shyness. you didn’t think it be this easy, now you just wish he would stop teasing and fuck you already.

“feel better? come here. lets go inside and get you warmed up, silly girl.”

i guess there is a god.

chan sits you down on the large bed with thick, winter comforters cushioning you softly.

gently, but without delay, he begins to unbutton your coat. he gazes into your eyes with every soft clasp, as if you and him are the only ones in the universe..it hums an intimate fuzzing in your head, and an un-wholesome reaction between your thighs.

your coat is smoothly brisked off of your shoulders and discarded onto the floor somewhere, not that you really care about the details right now, as he quickly learns the hard way that you weren’t wearing much under that coat.

chan doesn’t seem that suprised, he simply takes notice of the pink, lacy bra you thought it was a good idea to wear outside and looks back at you with narrowed eyes..

“this is why you were so cold, huh? my dumb, baby..im suprised you didn’t freeze to death.”

you bite your lip when his warm hands roam around your cold breasts, circling his thumbs along the frills of the bra and your sensitive nipples just below them. he knows what he’s doing.

he teases you by leaving it on, running his hands down to your inner thighs, crouching down in between them.

“lay back for me, angel.”

he coos softly with a tender smile. he tucks his thumbs under your waistband, pressing your legs up and hastily peeling your thick, thermal pants off of your legs, revealing a matching set of pink lacy panties and fuzzy, winter thigh highs.

you hid your face as chan stripped you like a doll, then you giggled a bit as he smirks and sighs at your cold weather fashion choices.

“really, sweetheart? maybe you planned this , huh? thought about me stripping that pretty body? ..what am i going to do with you? such a little slut, even in winter.”

his firm hands caress your plush hips, before landing a smack to your thigh. you yelp and squirm in his overpowering grasp, before hes sticking his thumbs in the sides of your cute panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your soft pussy with a string of arousal connecting to your underwear.

chan parts his lips and lets out a soft noise at the sight, biting his lip and pulling them off your legs. his hand is large over your tummy, the skin is rough in contrast you yours as his strokes his thumb over you sweetly.

“sweet thing. gonna let me take you? i’ll treat this pretty pussy so well as long as you go dumb for me.”

he brings his thumb up to your mouth, you suck on it lightly and bat your lashes at him.

“whore.”

his head is perched between your thighs, pressing soft kisses on your sweet skin.

when your eyes meet his, your stomach flips. just the visual of his mouth so close to where you need him most makes you whine and grind your hips up into nothing.

you have no choice. his arms are trapping your legs open, with his hands securely holding your hips in place. you try to squirm out of his grasp, and the feeling is delicious. you can’t move an inch.

“hm? can’t move, huh? that’s right. daddy’s got you.”

he coos, with a hungry tone in his voice. like he’s been waiting for this, for the moment he has his little girl all vulnrable and desperate for his body. his kisses to your thigh reach the lowest part of you, he comes to a halt and raises his head.

chan looks at you for a second, admiring and savoring the look of you before he gives you what you want. he bites his lip and smiles, revealing his sharp canines pressing on his plush lips.

he lowers his head closer to your twitching cunt, letting his breath tease you first. your red, puffy clit throbs at the denial of his sweet mouth wrapped around it.

“ahn- channiechannie please! can’t take it anymore. i’ll do anything just pleaseplease-“

“who?”

“fuck..daddy? daddy please.”

chan ignores you. he thinks your begs and cries are so adorable, but he already knows what he’s gonna do.

the first touch of his tongue sliding against your pussy feels like suffocating magic. but it doesn’t take long before your squirming and grinding your hips for more stimulation as the tip of his tongue circles just around your tortured little clit.

but you can’t move. and he won’t stop teasing you.

“ah! stopstop stop teasing please! jus’ wanna cum- wanna cum in your mouth, daddy-“

chan shuts you up quickly by wrapping his pretty lips around your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue along it, sloppily making out with your pussy like he really means it.

your back immediately arches off the bed, tossing your head back along with it. in between your legs feels like heaven, blanketing your mind with silky, glowing white as you let out an absolutely fucked out scream.

you hear a squeaky chuckle between your legs from chan, he cups your ass with his hands and pulls you in closer to his greedy mouth. his eyes meet yours again, there’s a haze of darkness that passes through his before he bites a little nip on your pussy.

you yelp and jolt up, trying to plead him to stop, but chan is quick to sooth your tortured cunt with two talented fingers working their way into his pretty dolly’s hole.

his fingering is fast paced, has you gripping his hands and squirting all over them in minutes. chan handles his girl so roughly, but he looks down at you so carefully and attentive, as if you’re really made of fragile porcelain. his gaze is full of love and adoration, letting out sweet little giggles at your reactions. he can’t help it, you’re just so cute to him!

chan crooks his fingers up to thrust into your g-spot, you already can’t take it, but you die a little bit when his idle thumb presses into your clit, thrusting in sync with the rest. the added stimulation sends soaring stars of pleasure up your squirming body, chan’s veins on his arms show as he fucks his fingers up into you harder, manhandling an orgasm out of your poor little pussy.

“g’nna cum, yeah? that’s all the dumb little dolly is good for, right? serving daddy?”

“daddy! daddydaddyfuck..! gonna cum-“

“ah, what do we say, pretty girl?”

“can- can i cum? please? ahn..gonna cum so good - ah! on your fingers, daddy…”

“such a smart girl. go ahead and cum, pup. daddy’s got you, hm?”

it only takes those words for the harsh orgasm you were holding back to burst free, soaking chan’s abs and hands. you pathetically wail as he continues the abuse your pussy, fucking you through your wet little orgasm, but you feel so safe. you know chan’ll always hold you safe and tiny in his arms in such a vulnerable headspace.

when you finally start to come down, he strokes your tummy, up to your cute breasts, and finally to your cheeks, where he plants a soft kiss to remind you he loves you.

chan stands up and wipes his mouth. you notice how he’s still completely dressed and you’re only in your slutty thigh highs. it’s a hot situation, but it won’t do for now.

you slide your foot along his belt buckle, pulling and tugging at while whining at him, wordlessly begging for him to finally fill you up.

“what do you want, pretty girl? tell me and i’ll give it to you.”

you don’t respond, you just blink up at him, going a bit non-verbal and fuzzy already, and it’s worse when chan leans down to grab your face.

“hey. you want daddy to fuck you? want daddy’s cock pressing into your tummy, baby?”

“mhm..”

“then use. your. words.”

chan almost growls in your ear, you feel the texture of denim grinding at your overstimulated clit, he’s frotting his hard cock against your pussy from the fabric, urging you to say what he ordered you to say.

“mm’fuck! chan yes!”

a harsh slap stings your cheek.

“you know my name, stupid slut. is that pretty head just for decoration, or can you actually use it?”

“m’sorry, so sorry..fuck. daddy, please fuck me? please? ill be such a good girl, such a good hole for you please-“

the more you talk the bigger the smile lights up on his face, you’re just the most adorable thing in his eyes.

“aw, who’s my good girl? is it you? fuck..that’s right, angel.”

chan takes your little fuzzy-socked foot in his hand and brings it up from his belt to his face, planting a kiss above your heel.

he places your foot over his shoulder and begins to undo his belt with hypnotizing metal clicks. you’re finally getting what you’ve wanted since you started dating chan.

his belt and pants come undone, and you finally get a view of his big, red cock. it throbs in the air just by looking at the reaction on your face, suddenly he’s a little shy, just like the channie you know. he let’s out a squeaky giggle and avoids your eyes as he pumps his cock lazily.

“you want it, hm? it’s leaking for you and those pretty hips.”

he says now biting his lip and spreading your legs back, trapping you in a mating press. his face rests near your collarbone, whispering filth desperately as far as you can hear it.

“fuck..can’t hold it anymore, need to sink into you..tight fucking pussy- need it squeezing me.”

with that, he’s spreading your folds and forcing his cock in with tiny little thrusts. the stretch is overwelming, but it’s pressing on the front of your g-spot perfectly.

when your pussy is filled all the way, he wastes no time at all continuing his pace with larger and more forceful thrusts inside you, one’s that have you breathlessly screaming.

you really can’t take it, it feels too good you don’t know what to do with yourself. you need him to slow down.

you can’t form sentences right now, so you try planting your hands on his abdomen to brace yourself, but chan swipes them up instantly, gripping your wrists together to use as leverage to pull you back down on his cock.

“fucking take it. stay still, you said you would be good, hm? this pussy’s too little to fit me?”

you’re going braindead you swear, his cock is mind-numbingly thick, it soaks your g-spot, while also being long enough to fuck spots you’re sure no dildo has ever reached before.

chan bounces you like that for a bit before taking one of your legs and lifting it up, holding it against his chest while he rolls his hips in your cunt. he’s lost in it, closing his eyes and placing plush kisses along your sock.

he brings his hand down to thumb at your clit messily, slapping it occasionally to get you there closer. he feels himself faltering in your pussy, groaning louder and leaning his head back at the feeling of you sucking him in.

“fffuck..good fucking girl..gonna make daddy cum? yeah? want me to spill inside this greedy cunt?”

“mn..mhm!”

he hears your meek response. chan places his hand on the side of your head, forcing you to hear him as he brings his face to the crook of your neck.

you don’t like this. you love the feeling of him fucking you more than anything, it makes you feel taken care of and safe, and closer to your boyfriend. but what you really need right now is his cum, and he isn’t cumming fast enough for you.

“gonna cum, yeah? look at what you’re doing to me- ah!”

chan tenses as you pull up his shirt to pinch at his nipples, rolling them in your fingers. his arms shake around you as he writhes, but he isn’t thrusting anymore.

“please..don’t stop, channie..you’re almost there, need your cum..”

he starts thrusting again, fucking you closer with him, the feeling of his cock inside you and your hands on his nipples has him throwing his head back, sending electric sparks of pleasure to his cock.

“mm’fuck can’t take it- oh fuck, cumming!”

you feel chan spraying warm cum deep inside your already messy cunt. the feeling of his warmth flooding inside you is what sends you over with him, his twitching cock still prodding at your g-spot desperately.

your orgasm is strong, you close your legs shut while cumming shakily around his cock till he softly pulls it out. you both rest for a second after cumming so hard, but chan’s shy laugh breaks the silence, covering his red face.

“oh my gosh..i cannot believe i just came from that!”

you can’t believe that this is the same man that just called you his whore unprovoked. you pull him down to lay on you, resting your face in his shoulder and wrapping your legs around him. chan instantly relaxes in your arms.

“…all warmed up now?”

“mhm..chan?”

“anything, sweet girl.”

“i love you. love you so much..thank you for doing this. i know taking care of me can be alot and-“

“ah, ah. i told you to stop saying that. never. it’s never a burden to make you happy. thank you for trusting me to give you what you need. i loved you then, i love you now, and ill love you forever. if you forget, then ill always be here to remind you, ill say it over and over again each time.”

his soft, lovely words paired with your exhaustion seems to be the perfect recipe for you to fall asleep in his arms. chan just hums and strokes your hair, he loves his girl.

“goodnight, sweet girl. ill be right here when you wake up too.”

tags!!

@estella-novella @thatonedarkskinnedsiren @theresstardustinmyblood @annafeebou @pancake-freckle @elizalabs3 @minniesverse @loxgirl2004 @mintymintmint251 @y-ur--i

[yours-etc]

12 Days of Steddie-Mas

Day 1:

I’ll Have A Blue Christmas

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The fresh snow crunches under his boots. Flakes fall from the sky, sticking to his hat and shoulders and eyelashes. A cloudy of mist fans out from Steve’s mouth when he gasps as he slips on a patch of ice. He grips the flowers tight in his hand as he regains his balance, the box of cookies he had falls from his grip and onto the ground. Luckily it stayed closed and the cookies mostly intact when he peaked in.

“God damn this fucking snow!” Steve exclaimed, kicking the white fluff in frustration. He loved Indiana, but Jesus Christ, he was so sick of Midwestern winters.

The cemetery is empty besides Steve, the headstones, and whatever ghosts of Christmas were lingering around.

Steve finds his was to the plot he was looking for. He lays out a blanket so he doesn’t have to sit directly on the cold ground. He takes the now dead and frozen old flowers from the small vase and replaces them with the poinsettias he brought.

“Hey Mom,” he breathes out, tracing the words Roasanne Harrington Loving Wife, Mother, Sister, and Friend.

“Sorry it's been a while, you know how I hate the cold,” Steve laughs out the second half, “But you always loved Christmas, so I had to come celebrate.”

There’s no response from the stone, but Steve doesn’t mind the silence.

“This isn’t the first Christmas without you, but it’s definitely the one that hurts the most,” he starts, “because I can almost pretend to be happy. There are moments where I forget you’re gone. And then there will just be a second, usually when I’m lost in thought, or when I’m watching everyone laugh, I just think about how much you’d love them all. I’m sorry you never got to meet them, my new family I guess you could call them. You would love Robin, she reminds me of you. Her love of the holidays, her sense of humor, the way she looks at the world,” Steve sucks in a deep breath trying to stop himself from crying, tears pricking at his eyes, “Oh mom, you would have adored her.” He loses his battle with his emotions. Tears flood from his eyes and sob shudders through his body.

“I’m sorry we never got to patch things up before you left. It- it felt like there— there for a moment, at the end— we were getting close to being able to. I think after the wedding we both realized how much we missed each other. And I want you to know I don’t blame you for sticking by Dad,” Steve didn’t acknowledge the headstone to his left that had his father’s name on it.

“You loved him, and I’m sure, at some point, he was good. It’s hard to let go of things sometimes.” Steve swipes away his tears with the back of his coat sleeve. He didn’t need them freezing on his lashes.

He opened the box of cookies and took a bite of one, “I never can get them to taste the same as how you made them, I’m convinced you purposefully left out an ingredient on the written recipe.”

Steve giggles as he remembered how protective his mother was of her recipes. He quite literally could not get his hands on them till she died. And like hell was he going to let Aunt Katie take them. They were more valuable than anything left to him in the will. After the accident Steve was left with a big empty house and a stack of note card recipes.

He sold the house and laminated the cards.

With the money from the old place, he was able to but his own quaint little home. With three bedrooms and two and a half baths, Steve had finally found a home. It was a fixer upper on the outside of town, but he needed a project to keep his mind busy.

He threw his heart and soul into painting the walls a soft cream color and tearing out the drab carpet to be replaced with ward hardwood floors and redoing the front porch to fit some chairs and a swing.

He had help from Dustin, Robin, and of course Eddie— Steve played with the ring on his finger at the thought of him— but the brunt of the work was done by him.

He wanted to make his dream home. And so he did.

On the day him and Eddie moved out of their shared apartment with Robin, lots of loving tears and hugs were shared and promises of a dinner party as soon as the house was properly set up were made.

The house was a bit empty at first. They only had enough to fill half an apartment, and now they had much more space to grow. Wayne had made them a kitchen table with four chairs as a house warming gift. More tears were shed that day when he dropped it off.

Slowly but surely they filled their home with cozy couches and pillows, music, and photos of their life.

Steve didn’t need to turn around to know the footsteps approaching behind him belonged to his husband.

Eddie leaned down to give him a warm kiss on the cheek. Steve leaned into his warmth, not realizing how cold he had gotten.

“Ready to go?” Eddie asks softly, “We have to pick up little Robbie from Chrissy and Robin’s before heading to Wayne’s for dinner.”

Steve nods and grabs Eddie’s outstretched hand to help him up off the ground.

Eddie gathers up the blanket and shakes it out before bundling up under his arms. He makes a swift dramatic bow to Rosanna’s stone, “Mrs. Rose, looking as gorgeous as ever,” He doesn’t look to the left, but throws up a middle finger to Robert’s grave, “Mr. Harrington, hope hell is awful as always.”

Steve laughs at his ridiculousness before giving his mom’s stone a small kiss. Leaning his forehead against the cold rock he wishers, “You really would have loved little Robin, she reminds me of you more and more everyday. Maybe I’ll bring her next time.”

He stands to his full height and walks over to Eddie lacing their fingers together and give their hands a squeeze. Eddie squeezes back. The two of them walk back to Eddie’s new mini van, which is “totally just as metal as the old one, Stevie.”

The radio plays Christmas music as they drive off to pick up their daughter from her first ever annual Auntie Christmas Eve Eve sleepover. And in the moment Steve feels content and maybe a bit lighter.

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HAPPY DECEMBER 1st!!

Throughout the month I will be posting 12 different Steddie Christmas/Winter themed ficlets!! Just short little things to bring on the Holiday fun. Now I know this one was a bit sad… I promise there will be Happy ones too!! Anyway I hope you all enjoy <3

Day: 1 2 3 4 5 6

[fuqnia]

Streetlamps

kenny mccormick x reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hii, this is my sixth oneshot that's apart of my ficmas! this is also on ao3. ❤️❄️🎄

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : nothing

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : [y/n] and Kenny share a simple yet magical Christmas Eve, with handmade gifts and a kiss under falling snow.

The knock on the door was familiar—three quick taps, the last one loud and cocky, like whoever was on the other side knew you’d be answering for them. You grinned despite yourself, already knowing who it was. You’d barely gotten the door open before Kenny McCormick leaned casually against the frame, looking up at you with that mischievous grin that always managed to turn your stomach to butterflies.

“Hey, babe,” Kenny said, his voice low and smooth, like he was letting you in on a secret no one else got to hear. “You ready for your Christmas surprise, or are you gonna leave me freezing my ass off out here?”

He looked like pure trouble—of course he did. Kenny always carried himself like he was halfway between starting a fight and finishing a drink. His signature orange parka was nowhere to be seen, replaced instead with a faded orange hoodie under a beaten-up black denim jacket, the seams frayed and the fabric worn soft. His jeans were ripped at the knees, and his boots were scuffed and caked with snow, evidence that he’d already walked halfway across town to get here. A few curls of blonde hair fell into his eyes, still damp from the snow that had started swirling outside.

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling as you leaned against the doorframe, mirroring his energy. “You’re late.”

Kenny let out a soft, teasing laugh, the kind that always made your pulse do something weird. “You’re lucky I showed up at all,” he shot back, raising an eyebrow. “You know, some of us are in high demand this time of year.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t hide the way his presence already had you feeling lighter. “Yeah, I’m sure every teen on your block is devastated.”

Kenny smirked, pushing himself off the doorframe and taking a step closer. “What can I say? I’m a man of the people.” He tilted his head, his blue eyes sharp and amused as they studied you. “But I’m here with you tonight, babe. That counts for something, right?”

It was ridiculous how easily he could do this—flirt like it was second nature, every word out of his mouth perfectly balanced between charm and teasing. He knew what he was doing, and yet it still worked every time.

“Maybe,” you said, trying to sound unimpressed. You grabbed your gloves from the table and slipped them on. “But you’ve still got some convincing to do, McCormick.”

Kenny grinned, showing just the faintest hint of teeth, as if he relished the challenge. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered. It’s nothing fancy, but I figured we’d check out the lights downtown. The little holiday shit they put up—window displays, all that crap. Thought it’d be nice.”

The way he said it—so offhanded, like he wasn’t sure how you’d take it—made your chest tighten in the best way. Kenny didn’t do extravagant gestures or over-the-top plans. He couldn’t afford to. But that wasn’t what made him special. He always made things feel bigger than they were just by being himself.

“That actually sounds perfect,” you admitted, your voice softer now.

Something flickered across his face—relief, maybe—but it was gone just as quickly as it came. He shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his jacket and shrugged, like he hadn’t just made your entire night better. “Figured you’d say that. You’re easy to please, babe.”

You snorted, shaking your head as you followed him out onto the porch. The cold air hit immediately, biting at your cheeks, but it was worth it just to see Kenny standing there under the glow of the streetlamp. The light reflected off the falling snow, casting soft shadows on his face as he turned to look at you, the smirk still tugging at his lips.

“Cold already?” he teased as you wrapped your arms around yourself. “You’re gonna love it downtown. Half the stores still think ‘turning on some string lights’ counts as holiday cheer.”

“Better than nothing,” you replied, falling into step beside him as you started down the snowy sidewalk.

Kenny snickered under his breath. “Barely. South Park’s like the Walmart clearance rack of Christmas towns, but hey, it’s home, right?”

You laughed, and Kenny shot you a sideways glance, his blue eyes glinting with something you couldn’t quite place. “You’ve got a nice laugh, you know that?” he said suddenly, his voice quieter. “That’s probably the real reason I dragged you out tonight. I figured someone’s gotta make me look less miserable walking around this dump.”

You nudged his shoulder with yours, pretending not to notice the way your heart flipped in your chest. “You’re a real charmer, Kenny. I don’t know how I resist you.”

He grinned, leaning in slightly as he lowered his voice. “Spoiler alert: you don’t.”

You rolled your eyes again, but you couldn’t stop the smile spreading across your face as the two of you continued down the quiet street. Snowflakes drifted down lazily from the dark sky, collecting on your shoulders and sticking to the ends of Kenny’s hair, making him look... softer somehow. Less like the sarcastic, sharp-edged kid everyone thought he was and more like the boy you’d known for years—the boy who, even when he didn’t have much, always found a way to make you feel like the luckiest person alive just to know him.

And as you walked together, the distant glow of South Park’s downtown lights shining ahead of you, you realized that, as simple as this night might’ve been, it was already perfect.

Downtown South Park was quieter than usual, most people already huddled inside their homes or crowded around fireplaces. The snow fell lazily through the air, blanketing the streets and softening the noise of passing cars. The sidewalks were nearly empty, the two of you practically alone as you wandered past the rows of shops and cafés, all decked out in their half-assed attempts at holiday cheer.

“You gotta love how South Park tries to look festive but still manages to scream ‘we gave up halfway through,’” Kenny said, his voice laced with sarcasm as he gestured at the string lights tangled over a street sign. A few bulbs flickered weakly, while others had already burnt out entirely.

You laughed, shoving your gloved hands into your coat pockets. “It’s charming in its own pathetic way.”

“Charming,” Kenny echoed, smirking as he glanced at you. “That’s one way to put it. I’m pretty sure half the lights they put up were salvaged from someone’s garage sale.”

He wasn’t wrong. One of the nearby lampposts had a plastic candy cane duct-taped to its side, and a sad, lopsided wreath hung over the entrance to Tom’s Rhinoplasty. Despite the haphazard decorations, though, there was something warm about it all—the way the snow settled softly on the garlands, the way the light glowed against the dark streets.

The two of you paused in front of a toy shop, its window display glowing brightly with reds and greens. Mechanical elves jerked awkwardly back and forth, as if powered by some barely functioning motor, while a plastic Santa turned his head slowly from side to side. The effect was less magical and more unsettling, but it made Kenny snort with laughter.

“Jesus, this is straight out of a horror movie,” he said, pressing his face close to the glass with mock intensity. “You think Santa’s checking his list, or you think he’s looking for his next victim?”

You stepped up beside him, your reflection in the frosted window blending with his. “Probably both. I think that elf on the left is possessed.”

“Oh, definitely,” Kenny said, leaning back and shoving his hands into his jacket pockets again. “I’d watch that movie. Killer Christmas.”

“Not gonna lie, I would too,” you replied, grinning.

Kenny turned to you, his blue eyes catching the glow of the window display. The smirk on his face softened slightly, the sharp edges dulling as he watched you for a moment. “I knew you’d be into that. That’s why you’re my favorite.”

The words caught you off guard, even if Kenny said it so casually it almost sounded like a joke. “Oh, I’m your favorite now?” you teased, hoping the heat creeping up your neck wasn’t obvious.

“Always have been, babe,” he replied smoothly, his grin turning cocky.

You rolled your eyes to cover the way your heart stuttered, turning back toward the next window as Kenny fell into step beside you again.

The two of you walked in comfortable silence for a while, the snow crunching softly beneath your boots. It felt surreal being out here with him, just the two of you, under the glow of flickering lights and neon shop signs. Kenny wasn’t the type to slow down often—he was always moving, always joking, always covering himself with layers of humor and bravado. But here, under the quiet fall of snow, he seemed calmer, more present.

“Hey,” he said suddenly, nudging your arm lightly with his elbow. “Check this out.”

You looked up to see him nodding toward another window display—this one a small bakery. Its front window was fogged from the warmth inside, but you could still see the carefully arranged gingerbread houses, sugar-dusted cookies, and little frosted cakes shaped like reindeer. Twinkle lights were strung along the edges of the display, the glow catching on the snow outside and making it look almost magical.

Kenny tilted his head, squinting at it. “Man, I’d kill for one of those cookies right now.”

“Didn’t you eat, like, two burgers earlier?” you teased.

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t demolish a gingerbread man,” he replied, grinning. “You’d do the same. Don’t act innocent.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you turned back to the display. The warm glow from the bakery felt like a stark contrast to the freezing air outside, and for a moment, you almost suggested going in. But then you felt something cold hit your cheek—a single snowflake.

You tilted your head back slightly, blinking as more flakes drifted down from the sky, slow and steady. Kenny followed your gaze, his grin softening as he watched the snow fall around you both.

“It’s really coming down now,” you said quietly, almost to yourself.

“Yeah,” Kenny muttered, his voice low. “It’s nice, though. Peaceful.”

You glanced at him, surprised by the way his tone had shifted. Kenny rarely slowed down enough to just be. His grin was gone now, replaced by something quieter and more thoughtful as he looked up at the sky, the snowflakes catching in his hair and on his jacket.

“It’s kinda weird,” he said suddenly, his eyes still on the sky. “Sometimes I forget how... good this can look. You know, the whole Christmas shit. When you don’t have to worry about anything else—like money, or how you’re gonna keep the heat on. It’s nice to just... look at it for once.”

Your chest tightened at the honesty in his voice, a rare glimpse of the Kenny who lived beneath the jokes and smirks. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he turned back toward you, his grin returning like a reflex.

“Don’t get all teary on me, babe,” he said, nudging you again. “I’m just saying, snow’s pretty. Sue me.”

You smiled, bumping him back lightly. “No lawsuits this time, McCormick.”

Kenny snorted, shaking his head. “Good. I’m broke.”

The two of you continued walking, the snow falling more steadily now, swirling in the glow of the streetlamps lining the sidewalk. There was something dreamlike about it—the way the lights reflected off the snow, the quiet stillness of the empty streets, and the easy rhythm of Kenny walking beside you.

He paused suddenly, pulling his hands from his pockets as he stopped under one of the streetlamps. Its light flickered faintly, the bulb buzzing like it was struggling to keep up with the night. Kenny looked at you, a strange, mischievous look on his face that made your heart skip a beat.

“Wait here,” he said, before slipping his hand into his jacket.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching him warily.

Kenny didn’t answer right away. Instead, he pulled something small and wrapped from his pocket, holding it out toward you. It was clumsily done—brown paper folded haphazardly, held together with a single piece of tape—but it was clearly something he’d put together himself.

“Merry Christmas,” Kenny said simply, his voice soft but steady. “It’s not much, but I wanted you to have it.”

You turned the small package over in your hands, a smile tugging at your lips as you took in just how bad the wrapping job was. The brown paper was creased and uneven, one corner bunched up as if Kenny had given up halfway through folding it. The single piece of tape holding it all together was barely doing its job, and part of the paper had already started to peel up at the edges.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped you. “Kenny, what the hell is this? Did you wrap this with your eyes closed?”

Kenny let out a breathy laugh, the sound warm against the cold night. He scratched the back of his neck, his grin lopsided and sheepish. “Hey, wrapping paper’s a scam. You’re lucky I didn’t just hand it to you raw. I spent a whole five minutes on that.”

“Five minutes well spent,” you teased, holding the package up and pretending to examine it like it was a work of art. “It’s very... authentic. Minimalist chic.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Kenny said, but his voice was light, his blue eyes soft as they watched you. “Just open it before you hurt my feelings, babe.”

You shot him a teasing look before carefully peeling back the tape and unfolding the paper—at least what was still intact. Inside was a small, handmade bracelet, its simple black cord threaded with a mix of little wooden beads and a single, worn copper charm shaped like a star. It wasn’t perfect; the beads were slightly uneven, and the charm had a faint scratch along one side. But somehow, that made it even better. It looked like Kenny, through and through—rough around the edges, simple but full of heart.

Your teasing smile softened as you held it up, turning it over between your fingers to get a better look. The charm caught the faint glow of the streetlamp, its surface glinting against the snowy night.

“Kenny...” you said softly, your voice catching just a little.

Kenny shoved his hands back into his jacket pockets, his gaze flicking away from yours like he was suddenly nervous. “I, uh... made it a while ago. Just some stuff I found lying around, you know? The charm was on this old necklace my sister used to have—she didn’t want it anymore, so I, uh, repurposed it or whatever.”

You looked back at the bracelet, your heart twisting as you traced your thumb over the little star. You could tell he was trying to play it off like it was no big deal, but you knew better. Kenny didn’t do grand gestures; he didn’t have the means to buy shiny things or pull off big surprises. But he put himself into what he could do, and that made everything he did mean so much more.

“I know it’s not some fancy gift or anything,” Kenny continued, his voice low as he stared down at his boots, his shoulders stiff like he was bracing for something. “But I thought... I dunno, you might like it. If you don’t, it’s cool. I’m just—”

“Kenny, shut up,” you said gently, cutting him off as you smiled and slipped the bracelet onto your wrist. It fit snugly, the charm resting just above the pulse of your hand. “It’s perfect.”

Kenny blinked, looking up at you like he wasn’t sure he’d heard you right. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, holding out your arm so he could see it better. “I love it. Really.”

For a second, Kenny just stared at the bracelet on your wrist, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, a grin spread across his face—softer than his usual cocky smirk, like this smile was just for you.

“Well, damn,” he said, his voice teasing but warm. “Look at you, making me feel all accomplished and shit.”

You laughed softly, your fingers brushing over the charm again as you looked at him. “You should. I mean it, Kenny. I love it.”

He watched you for a moment, his grin lingering, his blue eyes catching the flickering light from the streetlamp above. The snow fell softly around you both, collecting on his shoulders and sticking to the ends of his messy blonde hair.

“You’re something else, you know that?” Kenny said quietly, his tone softer now, like he’d forgotten to hide behind the jokes and the swagger.

You smiled, feeling your heart give that familiar, fluttering lurch in your chest. “Takes one to know one, McCormick.”

Kenny chuckled under his breath, but there was a gentleness in his expression that made your stomach flip. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The snow continued to drift lazily from the sky, and the flickering streetlamp above cast a golden glow over the two of you, like the whole world had stilled just for this.

You glanced down at the bracelet on your wrist, the little copper star catching the faint glow of the flickering streetlamp. You couldn’t help but smile as you turned your gaze back to Kenny. He was still looking at you, his grin softer now, almost nervous. Kenny McCormick—nervous. That alone was enough to make your chest ache.

“It’s snowing harder,” you said softly, more to fill the silence than anything else.

Kenny tilted his head back slightly, letting his gaze shift toward the sky. Snowflakes swirled lazily down from the dark, endless expanse above, catching in his messy blonde hair and clinging to his lashes. He stood still for a moment, his face tilted upward, his breath visible in soft bursts of white against the cold air.

“Guess it is,” he murmured, his voice quieter now, almost lost to the soft hum of the night. He lowered his head, looking at you again, and something about the way his eyes lingered on yours made the rest of the world feel distant, hazy—like you were the only two people here.

You shivered a little, though it wasn’t from the cold. Kenny noticed immediately, pulling his hands out of his jacket pockets and stepping closer. “You cold, babe?” he asked softly, the teasing lilt in his voice barely there now.

“A little,” you admitted, though you were barely thinking about the temperature. Not when he was standing this close, his face only a few inches from yours, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“C’mere,” Kenny said, his voice low and warm. He reached out and tugged you gently by the edge of your coat, pulling you just close enough that your breath mingled in the cold air.

For a moment, neither of you moved. You could see the flecks of snow caught in his hair, the way the faint light of the streetlamp turned the edges of his face golden. His eyes searched yours, his expression unusually open, like he was waiting—waiting for you to make the call.

Your heart pounded as you lifted your hand, brushing a few stray snowflakes from his hair with your gloved fingers. Kenny’s eyes fluttered closed at the touch, just for a second, before they opened again—soft, vulnerable, there.

“Kenny,” you murmured, not even sure what you were about to say.

He smiled faintly, his voice barely more than a whisper. “Yeah?”

You didn’t answer. Instead, you leaned in slowly, letting your eyes flutter shut as the distance between you disappeared. Kenny’s breath hitched softly, and then his lips met yours—delicate and hesitant at first, like he wasn’t sure you’d let him.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, the kind that made time feel like it had stopped. His lips were warm despite the cold, chapped from the winter air, but gentle against yours, like he was afraid to break something. Kenny’s hands came to rest on your coat, careful but steady, grounding you even as everything else seemed to spin.

Snowflakes landed lightly on your cheeks and melted instantly, the cold barely registering as you tilted your head, deepening the kiss just a little. Kenny’s lips moved with yours, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize the shape of your mouth against his. His thumb brushed your sleeve absentmindedly, sending a faint shiver down your spine, and you let yourself melt into him, into the moment.

When you finally pulled back, it was only by an inch, your foreheads almost touching as you caught your breath. Snowflakes floated lazily between you, clinging to Kenny’s lashes and dusting the tips of his hair like frost. He blinked slowly, his breath fogging the space between you both, his lips curling into the faintest smile.

“Well, shit,” Kenny said quietly, his voice soft and husky. “That was... pretty nice.”

You laughed softly, still breathless, your cheeks aching from smiling. “Yeah,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper. “It really was.”

Kenny tilted his head, his grin widening into something closer to his usual mischief but gentler now, softened by the moment. “Don’t go falling in love with me, babe,” he teased, though his voice was warm. “I’ll just disappoint you.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling as you nudged his shoulder lightly. “Too late, McCormick.”

Kenny blinked at you, like he hadn’t expected that answer. His grin faltered, just for a second, before he chuckled softly under his breath and shook his head. “God, you’re something else.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased.

“Not at all,” Kenny replied, his voice low as he watched you. “Not at all.”

The snow fell heavier now, swirling in glowing spirals under the flickering streetlamp, but neither of you moved. Kenny stayed close, his hands still resting lightly on your coat, his smile lingering as he leaned in again—just enough to brush his lips against yours once more.

And for that moment, under the soft blanket of snow and the dim golden glow of the streetlamp, the rest of the world disappeared.

[hekateinhell]

Thank you so so much to everyone who contributed to and supported my little event! 🥹 Because I hosted this via my personal blog and not an event blog, I thought it would be nice to throw together a masterpost of all of our creations to have in one place to showcase everyone’s talent and efforts. Armandblr, you really are the best! ♥️

The Tumblr tagging system is far from perfect, so please let me know if I missed you somehow!

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*some of these were written specifically for ArmandShipFest from beginning to end, while others are multi-chapter fics where a specific chapter was written for this event—with that in mind, I’m listing the fics in their entirety so they can be enjoyed as they deserve!

ARMAND/MARIUS

A blending of sadness and simple grace [M | 1.9k | VC & AMC]

ARMAND/LESTAT

revealed at the ball. [M | 1.1k | Genderswap | VC]

tied together. [T | 332 | Genderswap | VC]

So Pretty In Your Pain [E | 3.2k | Genderswap & Human AU | VC]

Men of Honor [M | 3.1k | Human AU | VC]

I loved him, I knew it [G | 3k | VC]

Down Where The Church Bells Cry [E | 2.2k | AU | VC]

Untitled Lesmand Elf Fic [E | 2.3k | AU | VC]

ARMAND/LOUIS

Let Me Get Close to You [G | 1.7k | VC]

Crucible of the Flesh [M | 5.5k | VC]

ARMAND/DANIEL

Hold tight to me [G | 384 | VC]

Cold to the Touch [T | 1.3k | VC]

Glass Towers, Spring Flowers [M | 3.3k | VC]

ARMAND/OTHER

A Dog With No Bite [M | 9.1k | Armand/Nicolas | VC]

Venus and Adonis [E | 1.8k | Armand/Bianca | VC]

a laughing boy [M | 2k | Armand/Denis | VC]

A Mother’s Love [E | 1.1k | Armand/Allesandra | VC]

Untitled Denis Fic [M | 5.3k | Armand/Denis | VC]

The Path to Peace [T | 11.8k | Armand/Nicolas | VC]

MUTLISHIP

You took my blood and it made you my slave [M | 1k | Armand/Lestat, Armand/Marius | VC]

On the Grave of Our Old Love [E | 2.9k | Armand/Lestat, Armand/Marius, Armand/Lestat/Marius | VC]

Farewell My Fallen Idol [G | 6.6k | Armand/Marius, Armand/Daniel | VC]

All Grown Up | [E | 16.7k | Armand/Daniel, Armand/Marius | AU | VC]

DRABBLE COLLECTIONS

A Little Night Music [E | 850 | Armand/Marius, Armand/Riccardo, Armand/Antoine, Armand/Claudia | VC]

"so innocent, so passionate, so brilliant!" [M | 3.2k | Armand/Everyone | VC & AMC]

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ARMAND/MARIUS | VC

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

ARMAND/LESTAT | VC

1, 2

ARMAND/LESTAT | AMC

1, 2

ARMAND/LOUIS | VC

1, 2

ARMAND/DANIEL | VC

1 (+ Marius), 2

ARMAND/OTHER | VC

1 (Bianca), 2 (Sybelle)

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ARMAND/MARIUS | VC

1, 2, 3, 4

ARMAND/LESTAT | VC

1, 2, 3, 4

ARMAND/LESTAT | AMC

1

ARMAND/LOUIS | VC

1, 2, 3

ARMAND/DANIEL | VC

1, 2, 3, 4, 5

ARMAND/OTHER | VC

1 (Pandora), 2 (Santino), 3 (Riccardo),

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ARMAND/MARIUS | VC

1, 2

ARMAND/LESTAT | VC

1, 2

ARMAND/LOUIS | VC

1

ARMAND/DANIEL | VC

1

Re: late submissions - I’m trying to cut back on my Tumblr time for the rest of the month due to the holidays and having to figure out some real life work stuff, but I’ll be checking the #ArmandShipFest tag sporadically.

Thanks again, my loves! Happy Holidays and don’t forget to check out @vamptember’s 12 Nights of Christmas Event! ❄️♥️

[intheticklecloset]

Hi hi!! Can I order a peppermint mocha with sokoku and a shot of cuddling under the blanket on a cold winter's day turned tickly? I hope you're doing well and you're having an amazing day/night <33

❄️ Peppermint Mocha Special Order ❄️

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“I love that you’re being so clingy today, chibi~”

“Shut up. I’m freezing my ass off,” Chuuya snapped back, snuggling in closer to his partner despite himself. “And you’re warm. That’s it.”

“Aww, really? Here I thought you loved me.” Dazai let out a forlorn sigh even as he wrapped his arms around the redhead and pulled him in closer.

The two of them were snuggling under a large blanket on the couch, Chuuya sitting in Dazai’s lap and wrapped around him like a koala. Despite being the one to have the blanket actually on him, he was still shivering. The recent cold snap outside had caused some power outages in the city, and lucky them, their place was in one of the sections that lost power. Chuuya usually didn’t mind inclement weather, but right now it was hitting him hard, making him less combative than normal.

Hence his sitting in Dazai’s lap right now. And snuggling against his chest. And soaking in his warmth as much as he could.

Dazai couldn’t say that he minded.

“You look adorable, all pouty like that,” the brunette teased gently, kissing his cheek. “You know, there are some other ways we could keep warm, if you’re interested~”

Chuuya blushed, but covered it up by keeping his head firmly tucked under Dazai’s chin and growling, “I don’t want to move.”

“We don’t have to,” Dazai purred into his ear.

The redhead let out an annoyed huff, then grabbed onto the detective’s sides underneath their blankety cocoon and squeezed.

Dazai yelped, but to his credit, he never let go of Chuuya, even as the smaller man began scribbling and scratching at his sides and torso, making him giggle helplessly in his trapped position. “Chuhuhuhuhuuya…”

“I don’t know what ideas you were having when you said we could keep warm in other ways,” the mafioso teased, knowing full well what Dazai had meant, “but this is where my mind went.”

“Chihihihihihibi wahahahahants to plahahahahay, does he?” Dazai snickered, holding him closer and burying his face in his long red hair. “Fihihihihihihine by mehehehehehe.”

Chuuya tsked. “You would like this, you moron.” But his words had no bite to them, and it really was making it even warmer under the blanket.

By the time the power came back on, neither of them felt like they needed a heater anymore.

[just-an-emily-existing]

❄️The Snowflakes of The Ice❄️

❄️Facts and Silly Things❄️

Ice engines aren’t all the powerful, they’re just the cold version of water, and it’s a symbol of rigidity, frigidity, the waters of the earth as opposed to the fresh and living WATER of the fountain of Paradise.

It is coldness, absence of love, difficult and unexplored territory not conducive to human life and life in general.

They’re not unpredictable at all during battle, in fact they’re quite slow cuz of how cold they are, but they can make you very cold if you do get caught by them and they will NEVER let you go after that, so be careful and it’d be wise not to let your guard down around them, they’re good manipulators and tricksters.

Much like Elsa from Frozen, if they strike you in the heart, you’re done for, but if you get struck in the head, it’ll knock you out for a few hours, and a fire engine will have to melt the ice in your head.

The Ice engines have cold chokers, but as engines, it turns into an ice ring around the lip of their smoke-box, but they’re engines that can handle the cold so they don’t care.

They can also turn themselves into ice structures for protection and can unfreeze, except for their victims who won’t be able to unless the ice engine says so.

But if they get struck in the heart, only an act of true love will unfreeze them. (Like Anna and Else from Frozen).

❄️Now onto their Prowess (Abilities)!❄️

Ice Manipulation: The power to control ice at will.

Ice Generation: The ability to create ice from thin air, their fingertips, or the ground.

Ice Embodiment: The ability to become an ice statue.

Ice Statues: The ability to make ice sculptures.

Freeze Breath: The ability of freeze things with their breath.

Freeze: The ability to freeze anything they touch on command.

Frostbite: The ability to create huge ice fangs and bite their prey.

Snowflake Blade: The ability to create huge snowflakes and throw them at their prey, like a shuriken.

Absolute Zero: The ability to freeze an area until it reaches a state of zero energy.

Chill Target: The ability to stun an enemy with ice and slow their movements, mental and physical.

Avalanche: The ability to cause a massive avalanche and bury their enemy in snow.

Blizzard: The ability to cause horrible blizzards and leave the are covered in snow and ice.

❄️What sets them apart from the other Elements?❄️

Their hands, forearms, feet and lower legs will be pure ice, their element sucks up the heat in their body, leaving the ends of their body cold as ice.

❄️Stained Glass❄️

❄️Halberd: Ice's Signature Weapon❄️

❄️Tapestry❄️

❄️Roller Skate Mechanics❄️

❄️Sigil Of The Ice❄️

[darcydarlingdabbles]

At Mid Winter ~ Part 10

RadioApple❄️Human Au/Age Gap✨Top!Dom!Alastor

✨Divorced Dad!Lucifer❄️Explicit~

On the Tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me: the skies like starlit seas.

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The transition was jarring. 

The biting cold air hit them like a wall, crisp and sharp. Lucifer gasped involuntarily, the icy wind searing his lungs and cutting through the fog of panic that had enveloped him. 

The din of the gala faded abruptly, replaced by the soft whisper of wind and the distant crunch of snow.

“That’s it,” Alastor encouraged softly, his breath forming small clouds in the frigid air. “Just breathe, my dear.”

The rooftop stretched before them, a pristine blanket of snow glittering under the inky night sky. 

Lucifer’s eyes swept across the landscape, drinking in the stark beauty of the winter scene. The distant mountains loomed like silent sentinels, their peaks barely visible against the star-studded horizon.

Lucifer took a shaky breath, his hands trembling as he gripped the icy railing at the edge of the roof.

“I…I couldn’t get any air in there,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alastor moved closer, his warmth a stark contrast to the frigid air as he leaned his chest against the older man’s back.

“You’re safe now, Lucifer. She can’t reach you here.”

The muffled sounds of the gala drifted up from below, a faint reminder of the world they’d left behind. 

Lucifer closed his eyes, focusing on the crisp air filling his lungs. But the shame came creeping in with every inhale.

“I used to be better,” Lucifer murmured, more to himself than to Alastor. He opened his eyes, gazing out at the snow-covered landscape. “I used to be…so much more …than this.”

Alastor’s hand found Lucifer’s, his fingers intertwining on the metal railing. “You are more, Lucifer. Don’t let her poison seep back in.”

Lucifer turned to face Alastor, torment etched across his features. “But what if she’s right? What if I’ve changed too much? What if I’m not—”

“Stop,” Alastor interrupted gently, cupping Lucifer’s face with his free hand, not leaving an inch between their bodies.

"I'm sorry," Lucifer whispered, humiliation coloring his words. "I shouldn't have let her get to me like that."

Alastor's hand moved to Lucifer's back, a warm, reassuring weight. "You have nothing to apologize for," he said firmly.

Lucifer opened his eyes, watching his breath form misty clouds in the frigid air.

The vastness of the star-studded sky above made him feel small, insignificant. But Alastor's presence in front of him was a tether, keeping him from drifting away entirely.

"I feel so…exposed," Lucifer admitted, his voice barely audible above the whisper of falling snow. "Like she saw right through every defense I've built."

Alastor was quiet for a moment, his gaze fixed on the distant mountains as he let Lucifer bury his head in his black satin shirt.

When he spoke, his words were measured, careful. "Lilith has a talent for finding weaknesses…I could see it in her as easy as I use it myself.”

Lucifer clutched at the jacket over his shoulders, just now realizing that it was Alastor had draped it over him. And the younger looked stunning still.

Alastor grabbed him by the shoulders again, making him look up.

“But remember, Lucifer—your vulnerabilities are just one part of who you are.”

The older man took a deep, shuddering breath, feeling the icy air fill his lungs.

Slowly, gradually, the frantic pounding of his heart began to ease.

Alastor's hands remained steady on Lucifer, a grounding presence amidst the swirling snow and Lucifer's tumultuous emotions.

The warmth of his palm snuck under Alastor’s jacket and Lucifer’s underneath it, a stark contrast to the biting cold surrounding them.

“I can feel you trembling.” Alastor murmured, his voice low and soft, barely audible above the muffled sounds of the gala below. "Breathe with me, Lucifer,"

Lucifer closed his eyes, focusing on the rhythm of Alastor's breathing against him. He tried to match it, inhaling deeply through his nose and exhaling slowly through his mouth.

The cold air burned in his lungs, but there was something cleansing about it, as if it were washing away the suffocating panic that had gripped him earlier.

He was supposed to be stronger than this, more composed. And yet here he was, falling apart on a rooftop, relying on Alastor to keep him together. A man half his age.

"That's it," Alastor encouraged softly, his thumb tracing small circles on Lucifer's back. "You're doing well."

Lucifer opened his eyes, meeting Alastor's steady gaze.

In those dark eyes, he saw no judgment, only concern and something deeper, something that made his heart skip a beat despite the lingering anxiety.

"I'm sorry," Lucifer whispered, his voice hoarse. "I don't usually…I mean, I'm not…"

Alastor shook his head, cutting off Lucifer's stammered apology. "You have nothing to be sorry for. We all have our moments of vulnerability, Lucifer. Even me."

Lucifer nodded, his breath visible in small puffs as he exhaled.

His breathing had steadied, but a fine tremor still ran through his hands. He pulled his hands from the icy railing, trying to still the quivering as he gripped to Alastor’s shirt.

He’d have to buy the brunette an entirely new suit. And that would be a herculean effort—the younger gave no protest to Lucifer buying his own clothes, toys, and other things. But getting gifts for Alastor was like pulling teeth.

Lucifer’s gaze drifted past Alastor, focusing on the swirling snow beyond.

The flakes danced in the moonlight, hypnotic and soothing.

"It's beautiful," Lucifer murmured, his voice distant. He wasn't entirely sure if he meant the snow or the man before him. Perhaps both.

Alastor shifted, changing places with the older man. He leaned back against the railing, pulling the blonde into his chest, his proximity a comforting barrier between Lucifer and the rest of the world.

Alastor linked his arms around Lucifer, tucking him under the brunette’s chin, and Lucifer felt a warmth bloom in his chest, pushing back against the chill of the night.

"How are you feeling now?" Alastor asked, his voice low and intimate in the quiet of the rooftop.

Lucifer considered the question, taking stock of his emotions.

"Better," he admitted. "Still shaken, but…grounded. Thank you, Alastor."

A small smile played at the corners of Alastor's mouth. "Always," he replied simply.

Alastor's expression grew serious, his eyes searching Lucifer's face. "Whatever she said," he began, his tone firm but gentle, "you don't have to carry it. You're more than her words, Lucifer. You're…more than even you realize."

The words hung in the air between them, heavy with meaning.

Lucifer felt a lump form in his throat, emotion threatening to overwhelm him once more. He wanted to believe Alastor, to see himself through the other man's eyes. But Lilith's cutting remarks still echoed in his mind, sharp and unforgiving.

Lucifer shook his head, his golden hair catching the moonlight.

When he spoke, his voice trembled, barely above a whisper. "She's right, though. I'm…I'm a mess."

The admission felt like a weight lifting from his chest, even as shame burned through him. He couldn't meet Alastor's gaze, instead focusing on the intricate patterns of frost forming on the railing behind the younger.

What must Alastor think of him now?

To see him so thoroughly undone by a few cruel words, reduced to this shivering, insecure shell of himself. He half-expected Alastor to agree. To finally see him for the fraud he was underneath.

Alastor tilted his head, the movement catching Lucifer's attention.

Their eyes met, and Lucifer found himself unable to look away from the intensity in Alastor's gaze.

"I’ve never asked you to be perfect, just to be mine.”

When Alastor spoke, his voice was soft, but it carried a quiet strength that seemed to cut through the chill of the night air.

“And I'll remind you of that, as many times as you need to hear it."

The words hung between them, simple yet profound. He searched Alastor's face for any hint of mockery or pity, but found only unwavering certainty.

The concept was almost too much to comprehend in his current state.

"I…" Lucifer began, then faltered, unsure how to respond.

His fingers tightened on the railing, anchoring himself against the swirl of emotions threatening to overwhelm him once more.

The weight of Lilith's cutting remarks still pressed heavily on his shoulders, but as he held Alastor's steady gaze, he felt something shift within him.

A tiny spark of warmth ignited in his chest, fragile but undeniably present.

"You really mean that, don't you?" Lucifer finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Alastor's lips curved into a soft smile, devoid of his usual sharp edges. "Every word, my dear."

The sincerity in Alastor's tone washed over Lucifer like a soothing balm.

He exhaled slowly, feeling some of the tension in his body release. Lilith's words still echoed in the back of his mind, but they seemed less potent now, as if Alastor's presence was acting as a buffer against their sting.

Just then, the faint strains of music from the gala below drifted up to the rooftop.

A soft waltz filtered through the cold night air, its gentle melody a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions Lucifer had been grappling with moments before.

"Listen," Alastor murmured, his head tilting slightly as he caught the tune. "Quite lovely, isn't it?"

Lucifer nodded, allowing the music to wash over him.

It was as if the melody was weaving itself around them, creating a cocoon that separated them from the rest of the world.

In that moment, with Alastor's steadying presence beside him and the music swirling through the air, Lucifer felt…safe.

Like he'd found an anchor in the storm.

Alastor straightened suddenly, his posture shifting from comforting to purposeful.

He extended a hand towards Lucifer, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Dance with me," he said, his voice an invitation and gentle command.

Lucifer blinked. His mind, still raw from the earlier confrontation, struggled to process the abrupt change.

"Here? Now?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

He glanced around the empty rooftop, suddenly acutely aware of their solitude. His breath misted in the frigid air, a visible reminder of the biting cold surrounding them.

There was something undeniably romantic about the idea, even if it was entirely impractical.

"I…I'm not sure I'm in the right state for dancing," Lucifer admitted, his voice quieter now. He could feel the tremor in his hands, a lingering effect of his earlier panic.

The thought of trying to coordinate his feet when he could barely trust his own balance seemed daunting.

Alastor's smile softened, his eyes warm with understanding.

` "Why not?" his voice a gentle caress against the night air. "No one's here but us."

His hand remained extended, an invitation and a promise wrapped in one simple gesture.

Lucifer felt his hesitation wavering.

There was something in Alastor's expression, a patience and affection, that made the cold night seem a little less dispiriting.

He hesitated, but another part, the part that craved connection and comfort, whispered…maybe this was exactly what he needed.

With a small nod, Lucifer reached out, his hand quivering as it met Alastor's.

The warmth of the contact sent a shiver through him that had nothing to do with the cold. Alastor's other hand settled at Lucifer's waist, the touch light but grounding.

"I don't know if I remember how to do this," Lucifer murmured, his voice barely audible above the faint strains of music drifting up from below.

"Just follow my lead," Alastor guided him gently into the rhythm, his movements fluid and assured. "Like you do so well."

Lucifer couldn’t help it. He chuckled at that.

As they began to sway, Lucifer found himself relaxing incrementally into Alastor's embrace.

The world around them seemed to fade, leaving only the soft crunch of snow beneath their feet and the distant melody guiding their steps.

Lucifer's feet tangled, and he stumbled, nearly losing his balance. A flush of embarrassment crept up his neck as he steadied himself against Alastor's chest.

"I'm rusty," he muttered, averting his gaze. His fingers tightened on Alastor's shoulder.

But Alastor's grip remained steady, his expression softening.

"Then let me teach you," he said, his voice a soothing balm laced with both patience and warmth.

There was no judgment in Alastor's eyes, only gentle encouragement. Lucifer swallowed hard, fighting the instinct to pull away.

"I don't know if I can," the blonde whispered, vulnerability seeping into his words.

Alastor's hand at his waist tightened slightly, reassuring. "You can," he murmured. "Trust me, Lucifer. You can."

Lucifer inhaled deeply, forcing his tense muscles to relax. He surrendered to Alastor's lead, allowing himself to be guided across the snow-dusted rooftop.

With each step, the rhythm of the distant waltz seeped into his bones, his body remembering long-forgotten movements.

"That's it," Alastor murmured, his smile widening as Lucifer fell into sync with him. "You're a natural, my dear."

The biting cold nipped at Lucifer's exposed skin, but the warmth radiating from Alastor's body kept the chill at bay. Their closeness created a bubble of heat, a stark contrast to the frigid air swirling around them.

Alastor's movements were fluid and confident, each turn executed with graceful precision. Lucifer found himself mirroring that assurance, his initial awkwardness melting away like snow in sunlight.

"I'd forgotten how this felt," Lucifer admitted softly, a ghost of a smile playing at his lips.

Alastor's eyes sparkled with something akin to pride. "Dancing?"

"Yeah, that," Lucifer replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

The world around them seemed to fade into a soft blur of starlight and gently falling snow.

The muffled strains of music from the gala below became their own private symphony, guiding their steps across the rooftop.

Lucifer's earlier anxiety melted away, replaced by a profound sense of peace in the silent night.

Alastor's steady presence anchored him, keeping the intrusive thoughts of Lilith and the gala at bay.

For a precious moment, Lucifer allowed himself to exist solely in this bubble.

As the last notes of the waltz faded into the night air, their movements slowed. Lucifer found himself reluctant to let go, savoring the closeness for a heartbeat longer.

But as they stilled, the biting cold of the night rushed back in, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

Lucifer pulled Alastor's jacket tighter around his shoulders.

"We should go back in," he said, his breath visible in the frigid air.

Alastor shook his head slightly, his eyes never leaving Lucifer's face. "Actually, let’s not," he said softly. "Let's walk around the lodge. We'll stay outside—it's quieter, and no one will see us."

Lucifer hesitated, torn between the sanctuary of isolation and the growing chill seeping into his bones.

The thought of returning to the gala, of facing Lilith's cutting gaze, or the curious stares of the other guests, made his stomach churn.

But…

"I…" Lucifer began, his voice catching. He swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. "What if someone notices we're gone?"

Alastor's hand found Lucifer's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "They won't," he assured him. "And even if they did, does it matter? You're allowed to take a breather, Lucifer."

Years of carefully cultivated public persona warred with the older man’s desperate need for respite. He took a deep breath, the cold air stinging his lungs.

"Okay," he finally agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "A walk sounds nice."

As they moved towards the roof access door, Lucifer found himself unconsciously stepping closer to Alastor, seeking both his warmth and his steadying presence.

The thought of separating, even for a moment, sent a spike of irrational panic through him.

Don’t ever leave.

He couldn’t say it. The words stuck in his throat.

Instead, he tightened his grip on Alastor's hand, hoping the gesture conveyed what he couldn't bring himself to voice aloud.

Their footsteps crunched softly in the freshly fallen snow as they circled the perimeter of the lodge. Alastor's hand rested lightly on Lucifer's back, a constant, reassuring presence guiding him through the darkness.

"The stars are quite clear tonight," Alastor murmured, his breath visible in the frigid air.

Lucifer glanced upward, the vast expanse of the night sky momentarily stealing his breath. "They are," he agreed, his voice hushed.

The glow from the lodge's windows spilled onto the snow, creating a patchwork of warm light and deep shadow.

As they walked farther from the entrance, the cold seemed to intensify, biting at Lucifer's exposed skin.

He shivered, pulling Alastor's jacket tighter around himself. "It's getting colder," Lucifer observed, trying to keep his teeth from chattering. “Wait, aren’t you cold?”

“I know what I can handle.” Alastor's hand moved from Lucifer's back to his shoulder, pulling him closer. "But we can go back in, and warm up by the fire in our room.” he offered.

“Yeah, okay.”

They continued in companionable silence, the muffled sounds of the gala growing fainter with each step. Lucifer found himself leaning into Alastor's warmth, grateful for the anchor he provided.

❄️✨☕✨❄️

As they approached the lodge's side entrance, Alastor guided Lucifer with a gentle hand at the small of his back.

The warmth of the interior hit them like a wave, thawing their frozen extremities. Lucifer's teeth chattered as his body adjusted to the sudden change in temperature.

"This way," Alastor murmured, leading them towards a discreet service elevator. He pressed the button for the top floor, where their suite awaited.

The elevator ascended silently, and Lucifer found himself leaning heavily against Alastor, exhaustion from the emotional turmoil finally catching up with him.

Alastor's arm wrapped around his waist, supporting him without comment.

When they reached their floor, Alastor produced the key card from his pocket with practiced ease.

The door to their suite swung open, revealing the spacious living area dominated by a large stone fireplace.

Embers still glowed in the grate, casting a warm, flickering light across the room.

"Let's get you warmed up," Alastor said softly, guiding Lucifer towards the hearth.

He settled Lucifer in front of the fire on the plush before kneeling to stoke the fire.

Lucifer watched, mesmerized, as Alastor added logs and coaxed the flames back to life. The fire crackled and popped, sending a rush of heat across the room.

And, also, maybe through Lucifer, too. A little guiltily as he watched his partner bending over in front of him.

Alastor often teased him for his sex drive, especially at his age, but how exactly was Lucifer supposed to resist his gorgeous partner in those tight burgundy suit pants.

Alastor disappeared briefly into the closet, returning with an armful of thick, soft blankets. He draped one around Lucifer's shoulders, tucking it carefully around him.

The weight and warmth of the blanket seemed to seep into Lucifer's bones, chasing away the last of the chill.

"There," Alastor murmured, satisfaction evident in his voice. He settled himself on the thick rug in front of the fire, leaning Lucifer back against his chest.

Lucifer's fingers, still cold, found their way to Alastor's hands, curling through his fingers. Alastor leaned into the touch, a contented hum escaping him.

The crackling of the fire filled the comfortable silence between them.

Lucifer found his gaze drawn to the dancing flames, their hypnotic movement soothing his frayed nerves. The warmth from the fire slowly seeped into him, chasing away the last vestiges of cold from their rooftop excursion.

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[hotmalefashioncity]

That’s Not My Color And That’s A Lil’ Bit Too Blue For Me, But It Looks Good 👍 On You! I Hope That Alligator/Crocodile…Whatever He Is…Doesn’t Bite Up Your Back. You Look Like A Rich 🤑 Kid!

In The Words Of Bell Biv Devoe “Why You Ain’t Got That Hat On Your Head? Why You Ain’t Got On Those Sneakers? Where’s Your Jacket? It’s Cold 🥶 Outside!” (LET ME KNOW SOMETHING)

WINTER ❄️ IS OFFICIALLY HERE! DON’T BE CHEAP AND STUPID AND MESS AROUND AND CATCH PNEUMONIA! FUCK A PLAYSTATION 5!

[aimfor-theheart]

Hello! If you’re still doing the season vignettes, what about Hawks and Winter? ❄️

hello hello!! a lil late but better than never!! 💕

hawks + winter

the first snowfall of the year comes out of the blue; surprises you and the rest of the world. you’re ill-prepared and chattering your teeth with the cold.

the wind whips past you, sharp and biting, cutting into your exposed skin.

“i told you, you should’ve worn a heavier coat. or winterized your hero costume.” hawks muses beside you but as the wind ruffles his feathers, he doesn’t look particularly warm, either.

the night of patrolling with him as your partner is still young, too.

you shoot him a halfhearted glare. “i didn’t think it’d be this bad.”

“it is pretty bad,” he agrees, blinking up into the swirling sky, “flying will be bad, too.”

“for once, i don’t envy you.” you say through clenched teeth.

he glances sideways at you, lopsided smile curving at his lips, “we could always cozy up instead.”

in an instant, you’ve mangled snow into your hand and lobbed it at him.

he yelps in surprise.

“we have work to do, bird-brain.”

he sighs, breath unfurling into the night sky, “i know—i know, you won’t let us do that until after—“

“hawks!” you shriek, shoving at him.

but his laugh carries up and out, into the falling snow and on the wind, and brings a little warmth in return.

send me a character + season and i’ll write a vignette!

[darthmarrsgf]

💢🌌🎭🎵📎💧❄️🌪💚 (anger, milky way, masks, music note, paper clip, droplet, snowflake, tornado, green heart). Okay friend, this is for any OC(s!!) your heart desires! I know went nuts with the choices so feel free to pick your favorites 💖😬

omg omg ok ty so much for the ask and sorry it took me a second to think through everything bc i loveeee to ramble!! i picked my faves for my inquisitor/darth imperius, unayah (who btw is really slaying kotfe with the color crystal you gave me! thank you again!!):

• 🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Not so much inspiration I guess, but part of why I gravitate toward the Inquisitor storyline so much is because I really like characters who’ve been betrayed or taken advantage of people they thought they could trust (esp people who were in a position of authority over them), and how they grow and assert their independence from that. So pretty much from the beginning, I knew that because of her background, Naya would be pretty skeptical and independent. I have a really hard time picking the mean options in video games lol so I also kind of knew all along she would end up mostly light side but I think that’s consistent with her character—she’s always been more motivated by freedom than power. The power is nice if it’s on offer but she’s not going to lose herself to attain it.

• 🎭 MASKS - do they act differently around certain people? what's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.?

Definitely. It’s a survival mechanism, and one she takes pretty seriously, as she knows that any perceived weakness is dangerous when dealing with other Sith. I think she definitely shields the kind of impression she gives in the Force to hide her use/acceptance of the light side and doesn’t drop that for anyone (except Ashara, to gain her trust, and Lana, because she trusts her) until well after she’s escaped the Empire and established a life as a member of the Alliance. In terms of general demeanor, she definitely lets her cold and snarky side rule when she’s dealing with other Sith. Andronikos sees the softest and most thoughtful sides of her, though he quickly realizes the snark is 24/7 and not an act, which is one of the things that initially drew him to her.

• 🎵 MUSIC NOTE - what is their playlist like? their favourite artists? do you associate a particular song with them?

I didn’t expect to have such a hard time with this one!!! I’m not sure what kind of music she would be into, but I think the #1 song I associate with her is La Paura del Buio by Måneskin, especially the chorus (I don’t speak Italian and it also obvi sounds better not translated but you get the gist):

And so take me, bite me, strip me of everything I still won't be afraid of the dark When I'll be on the ground, shattered I still won't be afraid of the dark And so spit on me, tear my clothes off of me I still won't be afraid of the dark And so buy me, sell me, do everything to me You're the only one afraid of the dark Not us, not us, not me, me

• 📎 PAPERCLIP - a random fact.

She was very close to Darth Marr and was gutted by the death of someone she saw as a parental figure. She definitely felt his death in the Force when it happened. (Ok maybe I should’ve put this under angst headcanon lol)

• 💧 DROPLET - random angst headcanon

Omg ok I hate myself for this but I think about it a lot… Naya isn’t my canon Outlander but I did have an idea that wouldn’t leave me alone for a while so I wrote a little bit about it—she’d had a baby a few months before Arcann iced her so the reunion with Andronikos and her daughter would have been really fraught and emotional in that alternate, angsty universe.

• ❄️ SNOWFLAKE - do people consider them cold? if so, what made them this way?

People who don’t know her on a personal level definitely consider her cold, but not thoughtless—she’s always scrutinizing different angles to a problem to find an advantage. Those close to her know that the coldness is mostly a front, and if she does carry it into their interactions, it’s because she’s trying to cover for something that’s actually troubling her.

• 🌪️ TORNADO - what is the biggest change you've ever made to them? how have they changed from their original version?

Ooh this is so interesting. I can’t think of anything off the top of my head but I did actually stop playing through her class story for a bit to make a sorc (before the combat style changes lol) and I thought that new character was going to be Thee Inquisitor but once I switched back to finish things up with Naya, I ended up really getting attached to her!

[satoruzlove]

Hi hi!! I'm the anon who requested the Kiyoomi buying something for you when he wasn't supposed to. I absolutely loved it, it's so cute!! And thank you for saying that! I'm actually honored to be the first ask hehe

If it's possible, could I request for a cheeky gremlin Omi who had a long dah just swoops in and holds something hostage and won't give it back until you kiss him but he won't say it out loud?

Could I also be ❄ anon?

Again, stay safe and take care of yourself! Give yourself a bit of a break every now and then, okay?

hello again sweetheart!! i’m very glad you liked the req, and of course !! i’m glad to have such a sweet first anon

and ofc, i personally love cheeky omi, he’s just too much. i hope you enjoy my dear ❄️ anon , and please do be kind to yourself as well <333

PHONES AT THE DINNER TABLE.

[ K. SAKUSA.]

it was muggy as kiyoomi drove home. the hard drizzle of rain pattered against the car window and the cold air bit at his pale skin- even with the windows up. this atmosphere was not good to his already dampened spirit seeing as practice didn’t go well today. he kept hitting the ball into the net and his syncing was way off. it really put him into a bad mood, and now with the weather, he swore you could see a grey storm cloud following him everywhere overhead.

he pulled into the driveway of your shared home and sluggishly pulled his duffle bag from the passenger seat. it took him three minutes to unlock the door, because it kept slipping out of the key hole. this adding to his annoyance. he felt his temper bubble in his chest and bleed into his throat, threatening to spill until he saw you.

you were setting out all his favorite food onto the dinner table, hair a mess and so absorbed in your task that you hadn’t noticed kiyoomi come in. he quietly toed his shoes off, making his way to you. a devious thought popped into his head.

you took your phone out your pocket to take a picture of the pretty lay out of food you made for your lover, when it’s snatched up from behind you. you yelp, twisting to find your 6’4 boyfriend sporting a boyish grin.you smile at his breathlessly , still a bit surprised from his appearance but hug him anyway. your lover’s arms wind around your waist, and you feel every bit of tension melt off his strong shoulders. giving his back a few rubs and the base of his neck a few squeezes, he sighs happily. he truly did miss you.

he pulls back and peers down at you. you smile up at him, “ how was your day, kiyo? sit down, you must be hungry,” you say, ushering him towards a seat. he does so, moving his hair from his face. you pat your pockets, then laying your eyes on him and letting out a breathy laugh. “ baby, my phone,” you tell him. he laughs slightly. giving him a bored look, you move to take it from him, but he simply stands and you’re all of a sudden no match for him. he’s enormous. you huff, “ kiyo, give me my phone,” you instruct.

he laughs. “ what will you do if i don’t , huh? bite my ankles?” and at that, you scoff. you make another reach for your device, thwarted by his long arms. “you’re so mean, kiyo, i literally made you food and this is how you repay me? little biTCH-“ he doesn’t allow you to finish your sentence. he swiftly tucks the phone into his pocket and picks you up- your thighs caging his waist as he holds them to support you. instinctively, your arms find a place around his neck. “‘m not mean, baby, im just teasing,” he mumbled , kissing your face, “had a long day, and you’re cute when you’re upset,” he giggles to you. this brings a smile to your face, cheeks nearly crushing your eyes when you give him a big, wet kiss. he feigns disgust but does little to wipe his mouth or tell you to stop. “ maybe if you had just told me how your day was, instead of stealing my phone, you would’ve felt better by now,” you deadpan playfully. he pouts at you , tilting his head, “ hmm, maybe you’re right but,” he gets real close, “ i wouldn’t be holding you then, would i?” he whispers. you’re flustered momentarily.

it’s silent between you two for a second. the close proximity urges you to kiss him- so you do. cupping his pale cheeks and nose bumping his, he feels his heart swell at the tenderness you handle him with. his lips move languidly against yours, effortlessly, as if that’s what they were made for. to kiss you. just for you. only you. he puts you down when you break away, handing you your phone.

“let’s eat,” he says, sitting again. he sees your raised brow and hand-on-hip pose, shaking his head with a small chuckle. “ and i’ll tell you about my day, you big baby.”

[little-diable]

Merry Christmas - Klaus Mikaelson (smut)

❄️It’s officially Christmas time on my Tumblr. ❄️

Requested by my love @shrekaliciouz Hope this is what you had in mind for your Christmas Drabble. The prompt is written in bold. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, shower sex, slight breeding kink

Pairing: Klaus Mikaelson x fem!reader

He was waiting for her to return, legs stretched out, hand clamped down on his glass of bourbon. Silence engulfed him, forced him to swim in his thoughts, not used to being away from her, not used to taking a breath as snow began to cover the ground.

“Klaus?” (Y/n) called his name, shaking the snow off her shoulders, stepping out of her coat and boots. The cold nibbled on her limbs, desperate for a hot shower, to find comfort in the heat - preferably with Klaus near. He met her in the living room, pulling her into his chest with his lips pressed against her forehead, “Don’t ever leave me for this long again.”

“I was gone for two hours, Klaus. Don’t be dramatic,” (y/n) shifted her weight onto her toes, kissing him with her cold lips meeting his warm ones, “Come on, I need a hot shower.”

With their fingers interlaced they walked into their bathroom, sharing kisses every now and then - between undressing one another. The hot water cascaded down their bodies, pulling them tighter together, holding one another close. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered shut, basking in his body heat, moaning “I missed you too” as his hands cupped her behind. She felt him growing against her thigh, desperate to feel her walls wrapped around his cock.

Her hands grasped him, carefully pumping him as her lips ghosted over his, “Merry Christmas, I didn't have time to get you a present, so you will have to accept me as your gift.” The sound of Klaus chuckles got drowned out by her lips clashing against his, swallowing his sounds, the moans that rumbled through him. (Y/n)’s hand began to pick up its pace, pumping him faster, taking care of him.

Klaus tugged her against the cold showertiles, hand gripping her thigh to lift it off the ground. Carefully he pushed her hand away from his cock, grasping his length to bring it closer to her dripping cunt. Moments from this morning kept on replaying in their minds, how she had moaned his name against her pillow, biting into the fabric as he fucked her from behind, celebrating this years Christmas morning.

Water splashed off their bodies, letting the drops stroke along their limbs, their muscles, pulling them tighter together. Klaus let his head drop down to her chest, kissing her skin, showing her nipples some love - while he kept on teasing her entrance with his cock, “You look divine, love. I should paint you, naked and wet for me.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes at his praises, pulling on his roots, moving her lips against his. She was growing impatient, hoping that he would cut his teasing short, needing to feel her tightness contracting around his cock. Without another warning, Klaus pushed into her, leaving his cock swimming in her tightness, getting lost in the feeling, “That’s it, darling. Breathe for me.”

Even in moments like these, Klaus always found the right, soothing words to care for her. He cupped her cheek, eyes boring into her soul as he began to pull out of her, only to thrust into her more ferociously. (Y/n) had to bite down on her lip, silencing her moans, mind focused on the feeling of his cock pushing further into her tightness, “You feel so good, Klaus. Fuck.”

A grin pulled on his lips, heart swelling in his chest. Her fingernails left shapes on his shoulders, clawed into his skin to keep herself grounded. She began to tighten around him, hoping that he’d stay buried inside of her forever, till the world would fall. Klaus seemed to battle the same thoughts, mesmerized by her, the way her body reacted to his touch, how her skin felt beneath his fingertips. She was his everything.

“‘Want you to cum inside of me,” (y/n) babbled, head thrown back against the tiles, giving Klaus enough space to kiss down her throat, sucking on the thin skin as he kept on fucking her. The sound of his hips snapping against hers filled the bathroom, soon enough they would give into the calling, the coil inside of her would snap as he’d fill her. Her legs trembled, struggling to support her, having to rely on Klaus to catch her before she could lose her balance.

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum,” it was a promise he intended to keep. (Y/n) was the first one to let go, calling out his name as electricity buzzed through her folds, making her walls flutter around his cock. Klaus clung to the feeling, chasing his own high with his lip pulled between his teeth. His cum painted her walls white, clinging to her skin as he kept on fucking her, thrusts no longer ferocious and rough, though slow and sweet.

She felt his release leaking from her, running down her legs, watching it disappear down the drain with a tired smile on her lips. Both stayed in the shower with their limbs tangled and her heart racing, basking in the silence.

[redheadspark]

Don’t Cry No Tears ❄️

Shang Chi x Ex Black Widow Reader

Summary: Shangqi shows his girlfriend, an ex-Black Widow, the true wonders of the first snowfall of the Season.

A/N: I just CAN’T let go of this Shang Chi and Ex Black Widow pairing!  I might make it a series, who knows!  

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Seasons weren’t that big of a deal to you.  You were accustomed to blend into them when you were a Widow in the past, having to adapt to any weather to situation.

Yet now you didn’t have to, it was like you were seeing it through a new set of eyes.

Summer time was terrible: too hot for you to just sit and try to cool down. And you burned like a lobster.

Springtime was a nightmare on your allergies, sniffling all the time and feeling heavy in the head.

Fall was weird: Some days it was hot and some days it was cold.  The orange and yellow leaves weren't so bad though.

Winter was a different beast.  

Something about the cold made you remember your old life as a Widow. You had no idea if it was the bite of the cold on your skin, or just being in the vast wasteland of white that made you think of your old ways.  

Now once again it was Winter at ten Avengers Compound, you were waking up early one morning to the soothing touches and kisses across your nose and cheeks.  Although you were in a deep sleep, you knew those touches and kisses instantly.  You reminded yourself every morning when you woke up: Your were safe, you were free, and you were with him.

Shangqi, the light in your ever darkness.

“Wake up, sweetheart,” he hummed against your forehead with his lips. You grumbled.

“What is it?” You groaned, wanting to sleep in some more.  Yet Shangqi tutted and pulled the covers down adn away from you.  You glared at him, seeing his handsome and yet playful gaze at you.

“It’s snowing outside!” He sounded like a child on Christmas.  It was cute, although too early for you to indulge in.

“You can go jump in yourself,” You said in a grumble, yet you were getting a bit pliant as he wrapped his arms around you to gently pull you up from your spot in the bed.  You sighed, becoming too easy to give in with him.  You had to wonder when you got soft and a pushover. 

Yet when you looked in the eyes on your boyfriend, the man who took your darkness and brought it to light, you knew why.

Shangqi merely grinned at him, that smile would make any icy heart melt.

“It’s better to enjoy it now before it turns to ice and gets uncomfortable.” He reminded you gently as he pushed your hair out of your eyes with his fingers, “And I don't wanna go out there all alone and enjoy it by myself.  I’d rather be with my beautiful and amazing girlfriend,”

“What a dilemma for you,” You joked with him with small sarcasm, yet your smile was growing on your face as he was peering into your eyes and still holding you close.  You finally sighed, Shangqi chuckling as he saw he won the battle.

“Fine,” you complied, “But I’m coming inside when I start to freeze and turn into a popsicle,” 

“Deal,” he hummed in victory. 

You both threw on your winter clothes, you learned how to work with layers when you used to be a Widow in the past and you had to move fast.  Although you had no mission now, you still used layers and nothing too heavy.

Shangqi was all too excited to go out, waiting patiently for you as your braided your hair back and threw on your gloves.  You never felt rushed with Shangqi, it was the many things that you loved about him.

Once you two were finally ready to take on the snow, Shangqi took your hand in his and held open the door for you to the outer courtyard of the Avengers compound.

The cold hit your skin first, having you recoil for a moment before the blinding whiteness of the scenery around you almost blinded you.  It took you a moment to adjust.

Yet once you did, it was breathtaking.

The snow covering the entire area looked so soft and peaceful, like some kind of wonderland as the light snowflakes were cascading down onto the ground.  You felt a few snowflakes touching your skin, the cooling touch against your red cheeks was sensation.  It was so quiet, quiet and serene to drink in.

It made you realize you never once, not in your memory, you recall enjoying a soft moment in the snow ever in your life.  You never had a moment to pause and drink in the serenity and the gentleness of the first snowfall.  

Something inside of you, the feeling of peace and almost safety was going over you like a snowy blanket. 

Shangqi’s hand in yours squeezed slightly, having you look over at him and seeing him peer down at you with his soft smile and loving gaze in his eyes.  You saw the snowflakes in his dark hair, on his eyelashes, and even on his cheeks as you two were looking at each other. 

“You look beautiful in the snow, sweetheart,” He hummed to you, making it sound so simple to say but it was so much for you to hear.  You grinned widely, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek before you looked down at the powder on the ground in front of your boots.

Reaching down, you took a handful and stood back up, cupping the cold substance in your hands and feeling it already starting to melt in your warm palm.  You giggled.

“It’s so soft,” You hummed, then looking at Shangqi with a mischievous raised eyebrow and grin.  Shangqi’s smile faded away, almost looking worried.

“Don’t you dare--” Before he could finish, he threw the snow at him.  He only got a bit on his face, dodging the rest as you laughed.  The laugh ran out in the courtyard, a hearty one as you felt so whole there, feet deep in the snow and with your boyfriend and lover.  Shangqi playfully glared at you.

“Oh, you’re dead!” He said, you bolting away from him as he reached down to get his ammunition.  

This went on for a few solid minutes, the two of you in a snowball fight.  Shang Chi may of had the upper hand with speed and being able to dodge the snowballs you threw, but you were skilled in aiming precisely where you wanted to hit.  

The only sounds were hard were the crunching of snow from your feet and you digging up snowballs, and your laughter echoing off the walls of the Avenger building.  

The snow was starting to chill you after a while, yet you had no heart to stop with Shang as you two were circling each other like it was a game fo cat and mouse.

Shangqi finally got the upper hand with you, tackling you to the snow ground and your shrieks were hearing in the air as you fell into the pillow of cold.  Shangqi hovered over you, a grin plastered on his face and laughter on his lips.  You were laughing too, sinking into the snow and feeling the cold sink into your jacket and your hair as you peered up at him.

For a moment, you thought of him as an angel.

Shangqi was an angel.  He saved you from being alone, being in the dark and shut away from the world. 

You paused under him, gazing at him with your rosy cheeks and your red tipped nose.  

Shangqi was always there for you since you left that old life.  He show it that it was oaky to have a shitty past but a promising future.  He expressed to you that a family can be found, not just made.

Most importantly, that even the severely broken can be mended.

Shangqi mended you, thoroughly and completely.  

You leaned up to kiss him, his cold lips against yours spread warmth into your blood stream as you both held the kiss in the snow pile you both were perched in.  Shangqi leaned into you, never one to stray from a kiss from you as you sighed against his lips and embrace. You felt one of his hands touch your neck, making you shiver from feeling the ice cold fingers.  Yet you leaned in closer, not wanting to be far away from him.

You had no idea if it was the snow that made you act like this, or that you were in a simple state of mind of peace and sanity, but your love for Shangqi was getting deeper and wider.  

“I love you,” you hummed against his lips, feeling him smile as you opened your eyes and gazed at him.  Shangqi looked back, pure love in his eyes as he was searching your orbs.

“And as much as I want to make out on the snowy ground with you,” You started, seeing Shangqi laugh and lean down to rest his forehead against your shoulder, “I am officially cold.  Let’s go inside and warm up,”

“As you wish, my Milady,” Shangqi hummed in a face British Accent, getting up and pulling you up to then have you in his arms, bridal style.  You almost squealed from the movement, sighed in a smile as your arms went around his neck.

“I can make us some hot apple cider and we can sit in front of a fire,” He hummed as he walked the pair of your towards the door, “And we can find other ways to warm each up….”

You giggled and slightly blushed, though Shangqi showed no shame in what he said

“I’m just giving you options,” he reasoned.m, “But cider and a fire first!”

“Sounds heavenly,” you replied in a grin, resting your head against his chest.  You took one last look at the snow atmosphere around you, feeling beyond content.  All it took was a few minutes in the snow to change you worldview of Winter.  

In the past, Winter was bleak and forgettable.

Now with Shangqi, you weren't going to forget anytime soon.

The End.

[fuqnia]

Meteor Whispers

craig tucker x reader insert

(❁´◡`❁) | [A/N] hii, this is my tenth and final oneshot that's apart of my ficmas! i wanted craig to be my final oneshot, because I don't really know how to write Craig at all, but I love his character sm ❤️❄️🎄 this is also on ao3!

(❁´◡`❁) | Warning(s) : none

(❁´◡`❁) | Synopsis : Craig takes you stargazing to escape the holiday chaos, and under the meteor shower, you share an intimate moment.

The car rattled softly as it rolled down the snow-covered road, the low hum of the engine blending with the occasional crunch of ice beneath the tires. South Park’s absurd holiday glow was finally behind you, the neon Santas and overdone decorations now just a faint blur in the rearview mirror. The air felt cleaner here, quieter. Like the world had decided to take a breath.

Craig, sitting hunched over the steering wheel, looked about as impressed as ever. His hand rested loosely at the top of the wheel, his other elbow propped on the window ledge as his fingers tapped an uneven rhythm. The glow from the dashboard painted his face in pale shades of green and blue, and his eyes stayed fixed on the road ahead, sharp and focused in that way they always were, even when he seemed completely uninterested in what was happening.

“Christmas sucks,” he muttered suddenly, breaking the silence in his usual flat tone.

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “That’s the opening line you’re going with tonight?”

Craig didn’t look at you, his gaze still locked on the road. “Just thought I’d set the mood. Y’know, festive and all.”

You grinned, shaking your head as you leaned back in the passenger seat. “You’re a real holiday poet, Craig. Truly inspiring.”

“Don’t start,” he warned, his tone light but laced with that familiar dryness. “I’m just saying what everyone’s thinking. No one actually likes this shit. They just like pretending they do so they don’t feel bad about how miserable they are the rest of the year.”

“Wow,” you said, unable to keep the laugh out of your voice. “Way to ruin Christmas in one sentence.”

Craig shrugged, unfazed. “It’s a gift.”

The car hit a patch of uneven road, jostling you slightly. Craig didn’t even blink, keeping the wheel steady with one hand as the other stayed firmly propped on the window. You caught his profile in the dim light, the sharp line of his jaw and the faint twitch of his lips that might’ve been a smirk—or maybe just a reaction to the cold air seeping into the car. He was impossible to read, as always, but there was something about the way he was sitting, the way his fingers gripped the wheel just a little tighter than usual, that gave him away.

“Okay, but seriously,” you said after a moment, breaking the silence. “If you hate Christmas so much, why are we doing this? You’re not exactly the ‘watch-the-stars’ type.”

Craig let out a soft scoff, finally glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. “Because being stuck in town right now would be worse. Do you have any idea how many inflatable Santas are in my neighborhood? It’s like walking through a goddamn nightmare.”

You snorted, biting back a laugh. “Inflatable Santas, huh? Truly terrifying.”

Craig rolled his eyes, shifting slightly in his seat. “And don’t even get me started on Randy Marsh. That asshole’s been shouting about his ‘award-winning lights’ for two weeks. Like anyone gives a shit.”

“Pretty sure he’s just yelling into the void at this point,” you said, smiling. “But, hey, maybe he’ll figure out how to power the lights with a backup generator this year. Progress, right?”

Craig snorted softly, the sound almost a laugh, though he’d never admit it. He turned the wheel as the car veered onto a smaller road, lined with snow-draped trees. The glow of South Park was gone now, replaced by the stillness of the forest and the faint outline of stars beginning to peek through the clouds.

The quiet settled between you again, but it wasn’t awkward. It never was with Craig. He didn’t fill silences just for the sake of it, and you’d learned to appreciate that. Still, there was something about this moment that felt different—heavier, maybe. Like he’d planned more than he was willing to let on.

“You’re quiet,” you said softly, breaking the silence again.

Craig shrugged, his gaze still fixed ahead. “What’s there to say? We’re out of South Park. Mission accomplished.”

You smiled to yourself, leaning your head against the window as snowflakes drifted lazily past. “Yeah,” you murmured. “I guess it is.”

For a while, the only sound was the car’s engine and the occasional rustle of branches as the wind picked up. The stars were brighter now, scattered across the dark sky like tiny pinpricks of light, and you could feel the air shift as the road narrowed into a clearing. The trees opened up, revealing a wide stretch of untouched snow, the world quiet except for the faint hum of the engine as Craig pulled the car to a stop.

“We’re here,” he said simply, cutting the ignition.

The silence that followed was almost deafening, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that wrapped around you like a warm blanket, heavy but safe. You glanced at Craig, who was sitting back in his seat now, his fingers drumming idly on the wheel as he stared out at the clearing. His expression hadn’t changed—blank and bored, the same as always—but there was something softer in his posture now, like the weight he always carried on his shoulders had eased just a little.

“Better than South Park,” he said, his voice quieter this time.

You smiled, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck as you reached for the door handle. “Yeah,” you said softly. “Way better.”

Craig didn’t say anything, but as you stepped out into the snow and felt the cold bite at your cheeks, you thought you saw the faintest hint of a smile on his face. Just for a second.

The air was sharp and still, wrapping around you like a silent reminder of how far away you were from the chaos of South Park. Snow crunching underfoot as you walked around to the trunk, the stars overhead clearer now, scattered across the inky black sky. The clearing was wide and open, the trees framing it like a picture-perfect holiday card. If Craig wasn’t here, he’d probably scoff at how "picturesque" it all was.

The trunk creaked as Craig popped it open, rummaging through the blankets and thermoses he’d packed with an air of complete nonchalance. He slung one blanket over his arm and handed you another without a word, grabbing a thermos like this was a chore and not something he’d clearly planned.

“Wow,” you said, smirking as you adjusted the blanket in your arms. “So prepared. It’s almost like you care.”

Craig glanced at you, “Don’t get weird about it.”

“I’m just saying, you didn’t have to go all out like this,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow. “Blankets, cocoa, the perfect spot for stargazing—it’s suspiciously thoughtful.”

He rolled his eyes, slamming the trunk shut. “Yeah, well, if you freeze to death, I don’t wanna hear about it.”

You snorted, following him as he trudged through the snow toward the middle of the clearing. His boots left deep tracks in the untouched snow, the rhythmic crunch of each step filling the quiet. He didn’t say anything else, just spread one of the blankets out on the ground, motioning for you to sit down like he hadn’t just trekked you out here to the middle of nowhere in the dead of winter.

You settled onto the blanket, pulling the one he’d given you tightly around your shoulders. The thermos was warm in your hands, the faint scent of cocoa wafting up as you unscrewed the lid. Craig sat beside you, his legs stretched out in front of him as he leaned back on his elbows. His breath fogged in the cold air, but he didn’t look cold. He looked comfortable, in his element. Which, of course, made no sense, because Craig Tucker didn’t have an element.

“So,” you said after a moment, breaking the quiet. “Do you have some big speech planned, or are you just gonna sit there and brood all night?”

Craig glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. “Big speech? Who do I look like, Kyle?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Definitely not. But seriously, this is really nice. Thank you for dragging me out here.”

“Don’t mention it,” he said, staring up at the sky. His tone was flat, but you noticed the way his fingers tightened around his thermos, the faint twitch of his brow. “Literally. Don’t.”

“Got it,” you said, smiling. “No heartfelt thank-you speeches. I’ll stick to sarcastic remarks.”

“Good,” he said, deadpan. “Wouldn’t want you to ruin the mood.”

The two of you lapsed into silence, the kind of quiet that felt natural instead of awkward. The stars above were brighter now, pinpricks of light scattered across the vast black canvas of the sky. Every so often, one would streak across the horizon, a tiny burst of light that disappeared as quickly as it came.

“Pretty cool, huh?” you said softly, tilting your head back to take it all in.

Craig shrugged. “Yeah. It’s fine.”

“Just fine?”

“What do you want me to say?” he muttered, glancing at you. “That it’s magical? That I’m moved? That I suddenly believe in holiday miracles?”

You smirked, sipping from your thermos. “You could try ‘it’s beautiful.’ Or maybe just admit that you’re enjoying yourself.”

Craig scoffed, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was fighting off a smile. “Don’t push your luck.”

You both fell quiet again, the faint whistle of the wind through the trees the only sound. Craig leaned back further, his face tipped toward the sky, and for a moment, he looked completely relaxed. No snark, no eye rolls, no sarcastic remarks—just Craig, quiet and still, the glow of the stars reflected faintly in his eyes.

“You know,” he said finally, his voice softer than usual, “this isn’t… the worst way to spend a night.”

You turned to him, surprised, but his expression didn’t waver. He wasn’t looking at you, just staring up at the sky like he hadn’t said anything at all.

“High praise coming from you,” you said, smiling.

Craig didn’t respond, but you thought you saw it again—that faint, fleeting curve of his lips. And for a second, it felt like the quiet around you wasn’t just the absence of noise. It was something deliberate. Something that made the stars feel brighter and the cold less sharp, like the world had shifted just enough to make room for this moment.

The clearing stretched wide and open, the snow untouched except for the faint tracks left by Craig’s boots. The stars overhead were clearer than you’d ever seen them, scattered like pinpricks of silver across an ink-black canvas. The silence here was different—not the awkward kind, but the kind that made you feel small in the best way.

Craig leaned back on the blanket he’d spread out, his head tipped toward the sky, thermos cradled in one hand. He’s completely silent now, his usual snark giving way to something softer, almost thoughtful. It wasn’t the first time you’d seen him like this—focused, steady—but it always caught you off guard. Like you were seeing a different side of him, one he didn’t show often.

Another meteor streaked across the sky, bright and fleeting. You couldn’t help but gasp softly at the sight, watching as it burned out against the dark.

“Cool, huh?” Craig said, his voice breaking the quiet. It wasn’t sarcastic this time, just calm and matter-of-fact.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing at him. “It’s beautiful.”

Craig didn’t look away from the sky. “The Geminids are one of the best showers. You can see like a hundred an hour if the conditions are good. No moon, clear skies—it’s pretty much perfect tonight.”

You smiled, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. “Okay, that was suspiciously informative. You’ve been holding out on me.”

“Not holding out,” Craig said, shrugging. “I just don’t talk about it because people are idiots. They don’t get it.”

“Get what?”

He turned his head slightly, his gaze cutting to you for just a second before flicking back to the sky. “How huge it all is. And how small we are. It freaks people out, so they act like space is just some science class trivia. But it’s not. It’s…” He trailed off, gesturing vaguely upward with his free hand. “Everything.”

You blinked at him, surprised. “That’s… actually kind of poetic. Are you feeling okay?”

Craig shot you a look, his expression deadpan. “Don’t ruin it.”

You laughed, settling back beside him. “Sorry, sorry. I mean, you’re right. It is kind of insane to think about. Like, right now, there are planets out there we don’t even know about.”

“Yeah,” Craig said, his voice quieter now. “Or stars that died millions of years ago, but their light’s still traveling to us. The Geminids are dust from a comet that’s probably not even around anymore. It just… lingers.”

You stared at him, caught off guard by the way he said it—calm and unbothered, but with a certain weight behind his words. Craig had always been a bit of a mystery to you, but moments like this made you wonder just how much more was hiding under his usual sarcasm and shrugs.

Another meteor burned across the sky, long and bright, leaving a faint trail in its wake. Craig watched it with the same quiet intensity he gave to everything he cared about, his eyes steady, his expression almost serene.

“You’re really into this, huh?” you said softly.

“Yeah,” he admitted, not bothering to deflect. “I’ve been into space since I was a kid. Probably because it’s quiet. No dumbasses yelling or screwing things up. Just stars and planets doing their thing.”

“Sounds lonely,” you said, tilting your head.

Craig smirked faintly, his lips quirking up at the corners. “Yeah, well, people suck. The stars are consistent. They don’t screw you over.”

The silence stretched again, but this time it felt lighter, more open. You let your gaze drift back to the sky, watching as more meteors flashed overhead. You could feel Craig’s presence beside you, steady and warm despite the cold pressing in around you. He wasn’t a big talker, but when he did open up, it felt like something rare. Something you wanted to hold onto.

“So,” you said after a while, your tone light, “if you weren’t here with me, would you be watching this alone?”

Craig let out a soft scoff, taking a sip from his thermos. “Probably. Or maybe not. Depends on if I felt like dealing with the cold.”

You smirked, nudging his arm. “But you’re dealing with it for me, right?”

He gave you a sideways glance, raising an eyebrow. “Don’t flatter yourself. You just make less noise than most people.”

“Aw, thanks, Craig. You really know how to make someone feel special.”

“Yeah, it’s a gift,” he muttered, but there was no bite in his tone.

Another meteor streaked across the sky, brighter than the ones before. Its light spread across the clearing, casting a fleeting glow over the snow and trees. You turned your head slightly, your gaze catching on Craig. He didn’t move, his shoulders still brushing yours, his head tipped back just enough for the light of the meteor to catch in his eyes.

There was a kind of stillness to him that you couldn’t place, like the world had slowed just enough to let him breathe. His usual tension—the set of his jaw, the way his shoulders always seemed braced for something—was gone. He didn’t look over at you, didn’t fill the silence with one of his usual sharp remarks. He just sat there, his face tipped toward the sky, and something about it made your chest ache.

“Hey, Craig,” you said, your voice quiet, almost hesitant.

He turned his head, his brow lifting slightly, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. “What?”

You hesitated, the words caught somewhere between your chest and your throat. The cold seemed sharper suddenly, biting at your cheeks and the tip of your nose, but it was nothing compared to the heat building inside you. “Can I…” You took a shaky breath, your heart pounding so loudly you were sure he could hear it. “Can I kiss you?”

Craig blinked, his face shifting just slightly—not startled, but not entirely unaffected, either. His gaze dropped to the blanket between you, and for a second, you thought he might deflect, make some sarcastic comment to break the tension. Instead, his fingers twitched against the fabric, and he nodded once, barely enough to notice. “Yeah,” he said, his voice softer than usual, his eyes flicking back up to meet yours. “If you want.”

You felt the air leave your lungs, the moment heavier than you’d expected. Slowly, carefully, you leaned in, testing the waters. Craig didn’t move right away. He stayed still, his eyes on you, like he was trying to decide how to respond. But when your lips finally brushed against his, he didn’t pull away. He leaned in, just enough to meet you, his breath catching as your hand brushed against his on the blanket.

The kiss was soft at first, barely more than a tentative touch. Craig’s lips were warm, a stark contrast to the cold biting at your skin. He hesitated, like he wasn’t sure what to do next, but he didn’t pull back. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss just enough to let you know he was with you. There was no rush, no urgency—just the quiet, unspoken understanding between you.

His breath hitched when you shifted closer, the movement drawing a fleeting sound from him that you didn’t think he realized he’d made. His hand brushed against yours again, this time more deliberate, the faint pressure sending a spark through you. The kiss wasn’t perfect—hesitant, a little unsure—but that only made it feel more real. More him .

Craig kissed the way he did everything else: carefully, with purpose, even when he wasn’t entirely certain. There was a steadiness to it, a quiet intensity that made your chest ache. He didn’t push, didn’t fumble or try to rush through the moment. It was like he was letting himself feel it, letting you in, one step at a time.

When you finally pulled back, the world seemed quieter, the cold sharper against your skin as your breath mingled with his in the air between you. Craig stayed still, his face flushed—not just from the cold, you realized—as his gaze dropped back to the blanket. His fingers flexed slightly against the fabric, like he was grounding himself.

“That was…” He trailed off, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes lifted to meet yours, hesitant but steady. “Good.”

Your chest warmed at the quiet sincerity of his words. “Yeah?” you asked, your voice just as soft.

Craig nodded, his lips twitching into the faintest hint of a smile. “Yeah.”

You leaned back slightly, giving him space, but you didn’t move far. His shoulder brushed against yours, and he didn’t shift away. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable—it felt warm, like the moment had settled into something solid. Another meteor streaked across the sky, long and brilliant, and Craig tilted his head to follow it, his face calm again.

“You don’t do this much, do you?” you asked quietly, the question slipping out without much thought.

Craig huffed softly, but there was no edge to the sound. “No,” he admitted, his voice steady but low. “Not really. It’s not… something I think about.”

You smiled, your heart softening at the honesty in his tone. “Well, you’re not bad at it.”

Craig glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a moment, before the corner of his mouth twitched. “Thanks,” he said dryly, but there was a faint warmth in his voice that wasn’t usually there. “I’ll add it to my resume.”

You laughed quietly, leaning into his shoulder just enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. He didn’t pull away, didn’t say anything to break the moment. Instead, he just leaned back on his hands, his eyes drifting to the stars.

“I’m glad we came out here,” he said softly, almost like he didn’t realize he was speaking.

You turned to look at him, your chest tightening at the way he said it—simple, understated, but real. “Me too,” you said.

Craig didn’t respond, but he nodded, his gaze fixed on the endless stretch of sky above you. The stars glittered, meteors streaking across the dark expanse in quiet bursts of light. And for the first time all night, Craig looked like he didn’t have anything to guard against. Just him, you, and the stars.

[saudade-mayari]

❄️anon. Sorry luna I did not clarify. I was hoping the reader an kakashii are of same age.. teammates but kakashi became a blackops much earlier than her and later when she becomes abbu she is placed on his team. Sorry it came out the wrong way. And I apologized if it is still against your rules....

Hi dear ❄️anon I am so sorry for the confusion as well😭 But no worries, I’m just cautious because I was already traumatized by some anons in the past. No harm done love💜

—but I missed writing Kakashi smut so here ya’ go sum thirst for my Kakahoes

nsfw under the cut, brat taming, anbu!kakashi, fem!reader, fingering and edging. minors dni. not beta read we die like men

a/n: PART II can be found here

“Everyone leave.” He commanded, dropping his sword and ANBU mask on the floor. Everyone made their way to the door, but when you were about to leave the premises a cold voice echoed in the area.

“You. Stay.”  He said. Plain and stoic, a direct command. You sighed. Trying your best to stay composed and calm. Kakashi slowly took off his gray vest, revealing his tank top and broad shoulders.

“What was that? Are you really an ANBU? Or you’re just stupid?” He finally said. Words sting like hell but you did it all out of adrenaline.

“It wasn’t intentional, Captain. I-“

“It was against my rule.”

“I know I can save him!” You said. Biting your trembling lip while the ANBU captain stared at you.

“Yeah you can but on what accord? Me rushing to you maskless? I said to wait and we’ll save the other, but you are impatient! You know how important it is to hide our identity behind the mask!” He retorted back which taken you aback. 

“Yeah right. Then later you are going to refer us as inconsequential. Yeah, save my ass.” You muttered which made the silver-haired ANBU slam your back at the locker area.

You are new to his team and the rumors about him being cold blooded Kakashi are not even true. You just proved that now, but you didn’t even knew why you let go of those words.

“What was that?” He said. Voice low and angry, almost a groan if you could say so. “Nothing.” You answered but Kakashi’s hands made its through your thighs which deliberately caught you off guard while his other hand cupped your chin, forcing you to stare back at his dark orbs.

His touch hurts like motherfucker but it’s all fuzzy now, his touch is overwhelming. Unfamiliar heat slowly building up in your body.

“Brats like you needs to be tamed.” He said. Slowly reaching the buttons of your gray vest to take it off.

“And the first thing you do is look at me in the eyes when I’m talking.” 

Kakashi immediately pulled you roughly at the bench, sliding down your leggings and underwear. His hands going slowly to your core, it was painfully slow but the feeling of ecstasy is all too much. The way his long fingers go inside and out and the way Kakashi had stared at you is filled with nothing but lust.

He pulled himself closer to you, making you a moaning mess as his thrust go faster. He kissed a trail down to your earlobe, softly biting it through his mask.

“Fuck Kakashi I-“

“You what? Brats like you don’t have the right to call my name.” He commanded, making his pace harder and rougher which made you arch your back. Your folds constricting and you feel your sex dripping wet just by his fingers.

“I said look at me, you little brat.” 

“Captain… I- coming..” You muttered with difficulty. Kakashi gave out a smirk from his mask, suddenly pulled out his fingers from inside when you are just close to releasing your juices.

To your surprise, he pulled down his mask. His fingers slid to his mouth, giving himself a taste of your juice.

He is edging you. Making you insane. Even the sight of his bulge from his cramped trouser was alluring, much more to Kakashi licking your sex slick and clean. Like you were his meal.

The dim lights making it hard to see his entire face but you knew how smug the silver-haired ANBU is right now. You’re becoming desperate of him and you hate it.

“You want me to fuck you like a little brat you are? Make you mine and make you beg for my cock?” He said, biting your earlobe again but not as gentle as before.

“C-captain.. please.” He then planted harsh kisses around your neck, leaving strains of red marks around the sensual parts of your body.

“I made it clear aren’t I? Act like a brat and you’ll be punished.” 

[steponmepinkjun]

Snowball fight with the main6 (Or main3 pwp) Please! Thanks 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

Okay honestleeeee this is adorable!

The main six having a snowball fight with MC ❄️

WARNINGS: NONE

Asra ~

ASRA FUCKING CHEATS

I’m sorry but he fucking cheats my dude

Opening portals and shit to go from right in front of you to directly behind you

Uses his water magic to melt snowballs mid-air

Also blocks your snowballs with magic shields 

Periodically calls a truce so he can use his magic to warm up your hands (he really just wants to hold your hand)

Only gets hit if he’s momentarily distracted by how cute your face looks all flushed from the cold

Always aims for your butt, and then insists on helping you wipe the snow off *knifecat face*

Julian ~

Safety first, so only soft snowballs and never aims for the head

Tries to create Rules but no one listens

The flustered Mother Hen that keeps trying to shout over the chaos and enact some order

Takes several snowballs to the face and when he wipes the snow away, he’s making that completely exasperated, You People Give Me Headaches face

Slips, trips, falls into a snowbank, all more than once

Repeatedly gets a snowball to the nape of his Long Ass Necc just as he’s rearing back to fire one off, and yelps like a little girl

Is so boney and skinny that he can’t actually snowball fight for too long, his fingers and toes start to go purple

Afterward insists on providing everyone with hot mugs of cocoa through chattering teeth

Will tell everyone at the Raven that he won when he most definitely did not

Nadia ~

Master coordinator. Team matches only. Obviously team captain. 

Has a detailed Snowball Assault Mission Strategy that involves blueprints of the palace grounds with vantage points, high grounds, shelter, and neutral ground mapped and marked

Everyone is WAY too scared to actually try to hit the Countess with a freezing ball of mush, except for Portia

Nadia HATES that everyone is letting her win and threatens to find a magician powerful enough to indefinitely eliminate snow from Vesuvia’s weather forecast if they don’t give her all they’ve got

Nadia’s snowballs are compact and her hits precise, and she’s not above building a snow shelter and waiting for the enemy team to tire out

Before she finally unleashes a device of her own invention, a clever snowball-hurling little handheld catapult 

Isn’t ashamed to hit you right in the face. If you let your guard down with the Countess and get got, that’s on you

Muriel ~

That’s gonna be a no from Muri.

This is like…. Not his scene. Call him if you want to build a snowpal.

If it’s just you, him, and Inanna out in front of the hut though… watching Nanna joyously leap into the air to bite snowballs will make him chuckle to himself.

Maybe, just maaaaaaybe after that you might get him to toss a snowball or two. 

Every snowball you hit him with seems to slide off him with no effect. He’ll give you that, “Really? Really?” kind of look

He might kind of… half heartedly toss a soft handful of snow in your general direction, but if anything he’s aiming for the snowdrift ten feet to your left 

Way more excited about the aftermath of helping you warm up in the hut afterwards

Portia ~ 

The Melee Kill queen of snowball fights

She’s not holding back, and she’s not tiring out. If you’re in a team match, she’s the first one you should pick and the one you should be the most afraid of

Her short stature makes for excellent stealth mode, she’ll be underfoot and filling your boots with slush before you know what hit you

Snow down the back of your shirt? Signature Portia Move

Every hit she takes makes her twice as determined to hit back with twice as much force

Keeps a running tally in her head of who’s landing hits on her, but always targets Julian above all others

When you all tire out and finally head inside, she’s the drill sergeant ordering everyone out of their wet clothes, into their pajamas, and seated in front of the fire for a hot meal, pronto

Lucio ~

Takes it way. Way. Way too seriously.

Suffers numerous penalties for making his snowballs too hard, or trying to hide small rocks in them.

Talks a big game of strategic offensive approach, enemy lines, “Back in my merc days…”

But the second he takes a single snowball to his pristine ermine cape, he’s the biggest, winiest baby on the field

Stomps and grumbles his way back towards the palace with his servants in tow, yelling about getting his cape to the furrier for cleaning immediately

Proceeds to grumble from the palace windows overlooking the snowball fight with a glass of wine in hand, muttering to himself about how “unfair” the match was and “he didn’t wanna play anyways.”

Probably holds a grudge over it for like, months