#drabble christmas event!

[dead-dolphins]

Dear Reader,

As the year draws to a close and we step into the season of thanksgiving, I want to take a moment to share my deepest gratitude with my loyal readers. Your constant support has been a guiding light through both the challenges of the first half and the defining moments of the second. And now, as a token of appreciation, I'm excited to spread some holiday cheer with a Christmas Drabble Event!

You might be wondering: what exactly is that? Well, here's the fun part: I’ll be crafting personalized drabbles based on your festive prompts—just a little holiday magic to brighten your feeds! 🎁✨

How It Works:

Who Can Participate? Everyone! Whether you’re a long-time follower or just discovering my page, this event is for you. Feel free to share with your friends so we can spread the Christmas cheer! 🎄

What’s a Drabble? A drabble is a very short story, typically 100-1000 words long, that I’ll write based on your prompt. Think of it as a little holiday treat in story form! 🎉

How to Request a Drabble: To get your drabble, simply:

Send me an ask with the following: Prompt or Idea: Whatever you want but read the rules! Theme/Genre: (Optional) Want fluff, angst, humor, or a touch of holiday magic? Tell me what you're aiming for! Example: Prompt: “Mikasa and Eren are snowed in and arguing over how to decorate the cabin for Christmas.” Theme: Humor, lighthearted banter

Event Rules:

One Request Per Person: To keep it fair for everyone.

Identify Yourself: While anonymous requests are fine, think of a way to identify yourself (e.g., using an emoji or nickname like 'baby anon' or 'clover anon') so I can properly address you when posting.

Be Kind and Respectful: This is all about spreading holiday cheer and sharing the love in our fandom!

Patience Is Key: I’ll work hard to deliver your drabbles as quickly as possible, but keep in mind that it’s a busy season.

Word Limit: Drabbles will typically be 100-1000 words. If you have a preferred length within that range, feel free to note it. Requests exceeding 1k words won’t be accepted. If the event receives a high volume of asks, it will be capped at 15 drabbles.

Important Content Guidelines:

I Will Write:

Any headcanon or scenario you can think up! Whether it’s from AUs on my blog or your original ideas, I'm all in—just make sure the prompt comes from you.

I Won’t Write:

CHB content (the storyline isn’t developed enough for scenario requests).

TPP content set after the story’s conclusion (requests are limited to between the wedding chapter and Lucerys’ birth).

No content of the unreleased fics: Castles Crumbling, Mr. Senator, or Venus in Furs.

I won’t be creating prompts from scratch.

Important Dates:

Drabble Requests Opens: [11/19/2024]

Last Day for Requests: [11/22/2024]

Drabbles Will Be Posted: From December 25th, 2024 to January 6th, 2025!

Thank you in advance for joining in and making this year a bit brighter for me. Your support means the world, and I appreciate you more than words can say.

Much love and gratitude!

Ro.

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 8. exhibitionism

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “come watch me play”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ vessel likes to put on a show for the christmas cheers. what kind of performance does he have in mind?

pairing: vessel x gn!reader

a/n: first sleep token fic in this little event 🫣

cw: nsfw content. exhibitionism. voyeurism. semi-public sex. degradation. masturbation. blowjob. kinda has iii x ivy. vessel is a bit of a dick.

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“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” —❤︎

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the moment ii, iii and ivy walked into their recording studio, they were met with a rather… compromising sight.

“… well?”

vessel’s voice ringed out, irritated with his bandmates just standing there. but could anyone blame them? the three of them were stunned, flabbergasted even. they didn’t know what to do.

“well don’t just stand there, you idiots. either you watch the show, or you leave.”

it took a moment for the three of them to even register the sight before them. it wasn’t until iii’s senses came back, and he bashfully shut the door behind them for some reason, he didn’t even know why he did.

what a sight for sore eyes. vessel had you bent over a table that originally had a bunch of sheet music and song lyrics, which were now scattered all across the red-carpeted floor from vessel shoving them off to make room for you. your nails dug into the sides of the table’s surface for support, because vessel’s cock was plowing into your tight, needy hole like it was the last fuck he’d ever have. the fierceness of him stretching you wide for your fellow bandmates to see was only making you more aroused, but fuck was it humiliating.

ii, iii and ivy were stunned, a wave of clashing emotions consuming their minds all at once. ii was stunned, yet he couldn’t take his eyes off of the sight. iii was being bashful about it, awkwardly looking away and trying to hide the problem in his pants. and ivy, well, he was straight up into it.

“hmm… this is what you do while we’re away, boss?” ivy inquired, his tone of voice not really being questioning, but more so intrigued with a certain lustful tinge. “.. didn’t know you had it in ya.”

“i do.” vessel panted between thrusts, gripping your hair and forcing your head up to show your fucked out face in front of the three masked men watching you.

“consider it an early christmas gift.” the sleep entity managed out, his voice quickly turning into a low, husky chuckle.

“well it’s certainly a good one.” ivy snickered, his tone silky smooth. he turned to face his fellow members, smirking underneath his mask. “isn’t that right boys?”

ii was zoned out, he was too focused on checking yours and vessel’s half-naked bodies out. meanwhile iii snapped his head to ivy’s direction, face tomato red underneath the signature face covering.

he slapped ii’s shoulder to get his attention, and they both nodded.

“totally.”

“uh— yes.”

vessel’s voice was hoarse, trembling with pure lust and desire. he was so goddamn horny just from the feeling of multiple pairs of eyes watching him fuck the ever living shit out of you. you didn’t even know how you ended up in this situation. it was one event followed by another, then boom, here you are.

vessel’s strong, veiny hands gripped onto one of your legs and hooked it around his waist from behind, changing the angle and where his thrusts hit inside of you. he started hitting a certain spot that had you seeing stars, and you whined loudly.

“shit!” vessel cursed, gripping your hair more tightly, leaning down to whisper into your ear. “keep making noises like that. i want them to hear how good i fuck you.”

your mind was clouded with pure kinky desire. you could hear the sound of one of your fellow bandmate’s groaning and unzipping his pants, most likely to relieve himself of the boner you and vessel had given him. with this new angle vessel was hitting, you swore you were going to pass out of pure pleasure. it felt way too good to not express it through loud moans, whimpers and cries.

“god fucking damnit.” ii cursed, sagging off his jeans and leaning against the wall to rub his hardened cock. he could not keep his piercing, calculated eyes off of the sight. “i’m so damn horny just from watching this.”

for a moment he locked eyes with you, and that teary-eyed, hazy look on your face only got ii harder, and copious amounts of precum leaked from the head of his veiny length while he jerked himself off.

he never kept his eyes off of you.

as ii was groaning at the feeling of his self-pleasure, iii turned his head to look over at ivy. the guitarist looked so worked up, frustrated and horny from how his leader was going to town on you. he let out little grunts of fury as he desperately tried to jerk himself off.

without saying much, iii gulped, before taking a bold leap, and slipping his head between ivy’s legs, lifting his face mask up a bit to free his mouth. ivy’s eyes widened, but he didn’t object to feeling iii’s warm, wet mouth envelop his dick whole. iii choked and gagged as he took him in deeper, but the salty, almost sweet taste of ivy’s cock was enough to keep him going.

ivy cursed loudly and forced iii’s head down on his cock more, feeling something other than his hand to get him off was so much better. ivy out a loud moan and looking over at vessel and you.

vessel was having the time of his life. he loved the effect that his little sex toy had on the three of them. you just looked so good, your face all fucked out from how many times you came, and ii, iii and ivy were all getting so incredibly turned on from watching you. vessel was enjoying the power he had over his team, it made that dark lust sitting within him brew into something stronger, something that took over his body and made his thrusts more precise, quick and hard.

“yes… yess that’s it. all eyes on me. watch me fuck this bitch like a dog in heat.” vessel cried out loudly, his thrusts getting more forceful, and each moan eliciting from your throat got more raspy and needy.

with ii jerking himself off, and iii giving ivy the head of his life, none of them took their eyes off the sight. they were getting off to it. what perverts they were.

but you couldn’t say much, because you too, liked it. you liked the seductive effect your body had on them.

vessel forced your head into the table more, and kept thrusting. the room was filled with moans and groans of pure euphoria, and the sight couldn’t be more erotic.

vessel then chuckled and spoke to you again, keeping his voice hushed just for you.

“i hope you’re comfy, darling, because i’m gonna keep this show going on and on until you physically can’t cum anymore. got that?”

you nodded pathetically, and screamed vessel’s name loudly for your bandmates to hear.

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[satorisoup]

hi can I request akaashi with the prompt “baking cookies??”

thanks <33

BAKING COOKIES

˚✧₊ FT. KEIJI AKAASHI

satorisoup christmas event! ⛄️

˚✧₊ A/N : keiji akaashi the love of my entire life RAHAHSHSH.

˚✧₊ WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (my love).

there’s a silent whir of the electric mixer going off as it mixes butter and sugar in its bowl.

akaashi stands near your fridge as he holds a carton of eggs, placing them carefully on the counter.

“alright, whats next?” he asks as he pads his feet to stand next to your side.

“now the dry mix.” you respond.

akaashi hums at you while you take the bag of flour and measure in a cup.

he doesn’t fail to miss the way you wipe your face, forgetting your hands are messy, painting your cheek with dusty white.

there’s domesticity flowing in every aspect of baking with you. you’re standing in his kitchen clad with a sweet little apron over your clothes, and you’re smiling at him with a flour covered face. akaashi can feel his heart swell.

he cracks an egg into the mixer while he eyes you to the side, whisk in hand and the smallest smile decorates your face. and when it’s time to roll your dough into cookies, he smiles too.

you’re pulling something deep out of the cupboards before strolling back to the counter.

“oh? are sprinkles a necessity?” he asks.

“oh, keiji. sprinkles are always a necessity.” you reply, shaking the small jar of greens and reds onto your awaiting cookie.

akaashi sits with you as you wait for your treats to bake, wiping your face while he looks at you with tender eyes and hes smiling as you go on about how excited you were to try them.

and when your cookies are done, your cheeks are filled when he’s taking a bite and you ask him

“see? sprinkles make it better, right?”

and he’s responding with his heart just as full,

“i think you’re right about that, my love.”

[beautifultypewriter]

The Fourth Day of Christmas ~ Evan Buckley

Prompt: Decorating the Christmas tree

Pairing: Evan Buckley x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 937

A/N: First time writing Buck, so I hope it's okay!

You struggled to hold the box in one hand as you used the other to twist the key to Buck’s apartment in the lock. You should have just texted him when you were in the elevator, but you figured you’d be fine on your own. You were wrong. The box almost slipped from your hand, but you caught it at the last second. With a sigh of relief, you managed to unlock the door and push it open, “Buck? I’m here.” Before you could even get the door shut, Buck was bounding into the room and taking the box from your hands. You tried to stop him, “I’ve got it.” He gave you a pointed look and you laughed, fully closing the door now, and stepping further into the apartment. Buck set the box on the kitchen island and watched as you looked around at the decorations.

He shoved his hands into his pockets, “So what do you think?” He looked around the room and you smiled as he refused to meet your eyes, instead opting to look around at all the work he had done. There was garland wrapped around the banister of the stairs and lights strung up wherever he could get them. It was colorful and warm

You smiled at him, “It looks great.” He smiled back at you and you clapped your hands together, “Let’s get started on the tree.” You moved over to the box you had brought with you and opened it up. You couldn’t wait to show Buck your ornaments. Each one was unique and held a special meaning to you and you wanted to share that with him. Turning back around, you were met with Buck holding a clear plastic box filled with colorful and glittery baubles. Your eyes moved from the ornaments to Buck’s face and back again, “What are those?”

He followed your gaze down and then he was looking at you again, his eyebrows furrowed, “They’re my ornaments for the tree.” He shrugged one shoulder as you only stared at him, trying to figure out how to word your next sentence.

“No.”

Buck took a small step back, his mouth open and his eyes wide, “No? What do you mean no?” He clutched the box tighter to his chest, turning slightly as if to shield the decorations from you.

You giggled quietly as you stepped forward, “I’m sorry. I just… I meant those are horrible ornaments.” Buck gasped and you giggled again, “It’s just there’s no personality. No sentimental value. Did you get them on sale?” You could see an orange sticker on the side of the box and Buck swiveled again to hide it from you.

“No!” His shoulders sagged and he loosened his grip on the box, “I might have.” His grip tightened again, “There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Stepping forward, you ran your fingers through his hair, noting how he melted into your touch, “Of course not. I just think that you deserve something better.” With slow movements, you took the box of baubles from him and set them on the counter. You took Buck’s hand and pulled him over to the box you had brought with you, “Look at these.” You sifted through your ornaments, pulling them out to show Buck what you meant by better. The agnel that had been on your grandmother’s tree when she was a child, your Baby’s First Christmas ornament, the hand painted ornament you had gotten on your trip to Australia, a plastic bauble that had been filled with fake snow and decorated with stickers by your niece, and the Mickey Mouse ears that you had because he was your favorite character. You gushed over each ornament that you pulled from the box, stopping when you sensed that you had shown him enough to get your point across. Looking away from the box, you smiled, “You see?”

Buck wasn’t looking at your ornaments, he was looking at you, a dopey smile on his face as he nodded, “Yeah. Let’s put them up.” You nodded as you placed the ornaments back in the box and carried the entire thing over to the tree. Reaching in, you grabbed the angel and placed her on the tree. Buck followed suit and grabbed an ornament from the box and hooked it onto one of the branches.

The two of you worked together, Buck occasionally asking you about an ornament and you telling him 10 minute stories for each one. When the box was empty, you moved back to the kitchen and grabbed the baubles. Buck bit back a laugh as you open the cheap plastic container and picked a red and silver one, handing it to him. He took it by the hook as you grabbed another one for yourself. The pair of you moved over to the tree and filled in the empty spaces with your baubles. You grabbed a few more and Buck helped you fix any bare spots.

After the tinsel had been set on the branches, you both stepped back. Buck wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to his side. Your head moved to rest on his shoulder as you both stared at the glittery tree. Buck smiled, “It looks perfect.”

You nodded to him, “It really does.” You adjusted your position so you could look at him, “Thank you for inviting me and my ornaments to be part of your decorating.”

With a grin, Buck leaned down and pecked your lips, “Thanks for being part of it.” You smiled at him and turned to look at the beautiful tree once again.

[ticklygiggles]

45 + wangxian for the Christmas drabbles plz!! ✨😆

[25 Christmas Drabbles] - entries closed!

A/N: It's finally december! During this month I'll be finishing this event I left unfinished from last year hehe, so I hope you enjoy them! And I hope you enjoy this! WangXian my beloved sjksknf

Lan WangJi x Wei WuXian - 45. "Your hands are freezing!"

Lan WangJi fought back a big smile when he heard his husband yelling and giggling, running away from him as he chased him around. Not even ten seconds ago, Wei WuXian had thrown a snowball straight to Lan WangJi’s face and if he thought Lan Zhan would stay there without doing anything, he was extremely wrong. 

He was just letting him think that he could escape from him, but in a blink of an eye, when he thought Wei WuXian had exhausted himself a bit, Lan WangJi launched at him, speeding up to finally wrap his arms around Wei WuXian’s waist, both of them falling with a soft thud onto the cold, but soft snow. 

Wei WuXian was still giggling as he tried to escape, but Lan WangJi easily pinned him down with his weight as his hands found an opening through Wei WuXian’s scarf to touch his warm neck. 

“HUSBAND!” Wei WuXian shrieked, giggling as he desperately tried to push Lan WangJi’s hands away, but it was useless. “Your hands are freezing!”

Lan WangJi chuckled. His cute husband looked adorable. His cheeks and nose were bright pink, either for the weather or because he was laughing so much, Lan Zhan didn’t know, but he was mesmerized looking at Wei WuXian with tender eyes… before his fingers started to wiggle against Wei WuXian’s neck. 

“Ahahahaha! Lahahan Zhahahan! Not tihihi-AHAHA! Not tihihickling thehehere!” He laughed, his legs kicking slightly and his body squirming under Wei WuXian’s. He had tears of laughter already falling from the corners of his eyes and Lan WangJi gently kissed them away as he kept wiggling his fingers, tickling Wei WuXian silly. 

“Lahahan Zhahahan!” He snorted, making Lan WangJi smile softly. “Huhusbahahand! Hahahve mehehercy! I cahahan’t stahahand it! I wihihill dihihie! You’ll become a wihihidohohower! Ahahahaha, plehehease!”

Lan Zhan was amazed that Wei WuXian could still talk so much while laughing his head off, but Lan WangJi did have mercy on him, after all his cute nose was already too red, it was time to come back.

“Ah, Lahahan Zhahan,” Wei WuXian sighed as he was helped back on his feet. “Y-You ahahare so mean to mehe. What if I died frozen and laughing? That’d be your fault!”

“At least you would be smiling,” Lan WangJi said calmly as they walked hand by hand, and Wei WuXian threw his head back with a loud laugh. 

“Oh Lan Zhan, you are so funny! But you are not wrong, I think. I’d be happy to die by your freezing hands!”

Lan WangJi rolled his eyes tenderly and Wei WuXian clinged to his arm, giggling as they walked back home and if Wei WuXian wiggled his fingers under Lan WangJi’s arm just to hear him laugh, well… that’s another story.

[lee-lucius]

Advent Calender 1: Cold

Word Count: 489

Usually, Luck was a menace. Don't get him wrong, Magna loved his boyfriend, but he was an absolute menace almost all of the time.

Except for times like these, when the sky darkened far too early, accompanied by the first few wisps of snow, littered faintly across the ground. When his eyes would grow too weary, blinking over and over until a yawn finally escaped him. When there was a faint chill in the air nipping at his flushed skin, leaving him only wanting one thing. 

And he found it. With another yawn, Luck collapsed into his arms and snuggled close to Magna, who sputtered an initial protest before relaxing into the touch, unable to hide his smile at Luck's clingy behavior. He knew how rare this was, and he certainly knew more than anyone else what a menace Luck normally was, except for when he was tired, so it didn't matter that it was practically in the middle of the afternoon or that Magna was relaxing on the common room couch when he came over and unceremoniously plopped himself onto Magna's lap in front of everyone because he really had no shame.

Besides, it was rare to see him so relaxed and cozy, and Magna could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

Luck dug his head into the crook of his neck, while Magna wrapped his arms around him tighter, rubbing soothing circles onto his hips and allowing his heat to seep into Luck. His boyfriend squirmed, swatting at his hand with a whine.

"Stop, it tickles."

Magna smirked. "Oh, really? That's too bad."

Luck shrieked as ruthless fingers were dug into his hips, sluggishly thrashing away from the ticklish sensations. "Nohohoho! Mahahagna stahahap!"

"Nah, maybe this will teach you a lesson for stealing my pudding earlier."

"Buhuhut ihihit wahahas fuhUHUNY! NAHAHAT THEHEHERE!" He screamed, voice raising at least three octaves as Magna started kneading his hips, dipping his hands down to make direct contact with his cold skin that was becoming more and more feverish with each passing second. 

"You warmed up yet?"

Luck's head was thrown back in laughter, his cheeks more flushed than before and hair sticking up at odder angles than usual. Still, he remained in Magna's lap, curled up to him, any attempts at a response dying on the tip of his tongue only to be replaced by shrill whines.

It was a moment of weakness, admittedly. But his boyfriend was so tired and cute, and he could never resist his puppy-dog eyes.

He eased his attack, switching from kneading his hips to gently scribbling his fingers across Luck's stomach. Relieved, he immediately relaxed, sinking into the touch with sweet giggles.

Magna scoffed, "You wanted this the whole time, didn't you?"

Luck didn't respond, instead yawning between his laughter as he settled in for another joyful night with his partner, letting his heart fill with warmth and laughter until the cold was forgotten altogether.

[sparkywrites25]

An Ackerman Christmas

Summary: Levi brings you to his family for Christmas.

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Notes: This is for Rei's "Happy Birthday Levi" event

Taglist: @ladycheesington @levi-supreme

You pull your new coat onto your arm with a tiny groan. Your attempt to muffle it doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend as he picks up his keys from the glass bowl on the island counter. The floor to ceiling windows flood the modern apartment with light along with the sight of thickly falling snow. Levi has his back to all of that as he crosses the space to you, one hand moving to your back at once. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, his eyes automatically dropping to your growing belly. Anxiety gathers in his tone as he lifts his eyes to yours once again. When he worries, those beautiful eyes are full of grey. You touch his forearm gently.

“It’s just an ache.” you explain, “I’ve been sat down all day.”

His brows furrow as he pockets his keys and brings that hand to hold your hip, his thumb rubbing your side. “You were up and down a lot yesterday. You should have done your wrapping on the couch while I was out getting our groceries.”

You step in close to him, linking your arms around his neck. “I never know how long you’re gonna be though. You could have accidentally walked in on your gifts.”

He huffed. “Better me seeing them than you straining your back by doing too much.” His hands rub over your back experimentally. “Here?” he asks, as his fingers rub into the muscles of your lower back. He smiles, feeling you relax more into his arms at the soothing feeling. 

You nod into his neck with a contented sigh and so he presses a little harder, enough for the ache to ease away. You stroke the nape of his neck in gratitude. 

“Thank you,” you mumble as you snuggle into him some more. “That feels so nice.”

Levi’s fingers move in tender circles. “You need to take it easier,” he advises you. “Let me do more.”

“I draw the line at you wrapping your own presents,” you insist, nuzzling his jaw. “You do plenty for me as it is. Besides, I doubt I’ll be exerting myself that much for a while,” you remind him. “Thank God, Christmas is an annual thing only.” You smile into his skin at how Grinch-like you sound. You love Christmas a lot but at the other end of the season, you’re thankful for the next eleven months off from the manic sales, the endless spam of Christmas emails, the smell of Christmas pudding and the taste of mince pies. Although, this year, you’ve had next to no mince pies since the baby appears to have decided that mince pies are the devil’s food.

One of Levi’s arms moves up to wrap around your shoulders. “Let me,” he whispers against your temple. “I want to look out for you. You’re the one growing our child inside you.” He kisses your forehead and you melt even more. 

“Mmm,” you reply. “I just don’t want you taking on too much.”

“I’ll be fine. I’d rather we didn’t take any chances. You need all the energy you can get for nurturing our baby.” Levi drops a hand down onto your bump again with a loving caress. You watch his face as he stares down at your child. He’s going to be such a good dad, you think with utmost certainty. 

“Okay, I hear you,” you promise. “I’ll be careful,” you assure him, “within reason.”

He touches his lips to yours briefly but the touch is full of love and your fingers caress his neck again. “Come on.” he says after a moment, “we can beat the traffic if we go now.” he points out. 

You nod and allow him to help you with the rest of your coat. After making sure you’ve got everything, you leave the apartment behind.

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It had been agreed that Christmas dinner would take place at Levi’s mother’s house this year. 

Last year Levi had hosted the dinner and Kenny had spent hours antagonizing Levi by making messes and winding Levi up about his clean freak nature. Levi outright refuses to attend the celebrations at Kenny’s house due to it being a “cesspit of the lowest standards” according to Levi. The desire to not annoy or upset Kuchel would be enough to restrain both Levi and Kenny from arguing too viciously and it was a good compromise. Not to mention the fact that she had more space. Yours and Levi’s apartment was currently being occupied by various deliveries for the nursery (which Levi was still decorating and refused to put the boxes in there for now). 

You do manage to avoid most of the traffic on the drive from Karanes to Stohess. You arrive at the Ackerman house - well, actually, it’s more like a small manor - just before midday. Levi carries the bag of presents (most of them for Kuchel with a couple of bottle of liquor and cigarettes for Kenny) while you walk ahead. 

It was between Kenny and Levi’s efforts that they managed to secure this manor house outside the city centre for Kuchel. Painted sunrise yellow with light-coloured borders and rooftops, it boasts a circular drive that, in the sprint, is surrounded with colourful flower bushes and fruit trees. In the winter, the greenery is replaced by bare wood and fallen leaves merging together after a great deal of rain. Colourful Christmas lights are strung across the blankets, lighting the trees in some cheerful brightness once more. Floor lamps light the pathway in various colours as well, which you admire as you walk down the main pathway. 

A small set of stairs leads up to a wraparound porch and a pair of double doors that are already opening. You’re greeted by a smiling Kuchel who hurries down the steps to greet you, arms outstretched, her grey eyes falling to your stomach. The last time you saw her, you were barely showing. Her smile grows as she hugs you.

“Merry Christmas!” she tells you with a kiss on the cheek. You hug her enthusiastically. She smiles of apples and pastry and your stomach rumbles at the thought of the dessert. A welcome response compared to the morning sickness that has only just abated in the last week or so. “You look so beautiful,” Kuchel tells you as she pulls away, cupping your face and gazing over you, her eyes dancing over your face and then back to your stomach. Another welcome thing to hear after worries about how bloated you look have been creeping in. “You feeling okay?”

You nod warmly. “I feel great, thank you. Merry Christmas!” You pull her into another hug and she welcomes it, rubbing your back. It’s nice to feel a mother’s hug again. 

It’s been about twelve years since your own mother walked out, on Christmas Day no less. The thought of doing that to your baby makes you feel ill. You’ve prayed to whatever deity might be listening that your mother was struggling with some mental illness or went into witness protection or some other reason that would make sense to you as to why she’d disappeared. But over time you’d come to accept that she had just turned her back on being your mom. 

As soon as she releases you, she sweeps Levi into her arms, giving him just enough time to put his bag down and wrap her up in his embrace. “Happy birthday, baby,” she says, her hand stroking his hair and the other rubbing the back of his shoulders. You enjoy the slight tint of red in his cheeks at the endearment, “Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Mom.” Levi kisses her on the cheek. “You doing okay?” he asks, his eyes flicking towards the house. 

“I’m good,” Kuchel assures him with a hand on his arm. “Kenny’s behaving himself,” she adds, moving aside so he can pick up the bag again.

“For now.” Levi mumbles.

Kuchel smiles at him. “If either of you know what’s good for you, we won’t be having a repeat of last year.”

“Hell no,” Levi agrees with a glance at your stomach. “Besides, mother and baby don’t need the stress.”

“Exactly,” Kuchel agrees firmly and returns to you, sliding an arm around your shoulders, guiding you into the house. “How’s the babba doing? Do you still have morning sickness?” 

“The baby’s really good. I had a scan last week and the doctor is really happy with things,” you tell Kuchel as the three of you walk into a light foyer, painted with a strip of alternating flowers and leaves in a strip running around the middle of the walls. Cabinets holding up pictures of Levi, Kuchel and Kenny fill most of the wall space. In the middle of one of them you see the photo of you and Levi sat on your couch holding up the scan photo. You smile as emotion bubbles up in your throat. “Plus the morning sickness has finally gone,” you add, grasping onto the conversation again.

Kuchel leads you all into the lounge, a cooling space colour-wise with grey walls with silver patterns along with blue sofas with silver cushions. Already occupying an armchair and a beer sits Kenny, his hat perched on the corner of the head of his armchair. He fixes you all with a crooked smile and raises his glass to you.

“Happy Holidays y’all,” he declares then takes a swig of his drink.

“Merry Christmas,” you tell him politely. 

“Kenny,” Levi acknowledges before carrying the bag over to the table in the middle of the room and setting it down next to it. “Still sober I see. Impressive.” He removes his coat and then takes yours, carrying them both back into the foyer. 

“Ain’t it just?” Kenny retorts, eyeing his sister with an exasperated look. 

“I don’t know why you’re bothering with that look,” Kuchel shrugs and marches over to her brother’s chair. “For god’s sake, Kenny. I have a coat rack you know?” She snatches his hat and marches off with it. 

Kenny chuckles. “Why bother when I know you’ll just come and do it?” he drawls. 

Levi’s fists clench as he returns and your hand moves to his wrist, your thumb stroking the inside of it. “You better not be leaving Mom to do all the cooking you piece of shit,” he groiwls. His other hand moves to cover yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. 

“Wouldn’t know where to begin being that kind of useful in the kitchen,” Kenny scoffs, throwing back another swig of his drink. “I just finance the takeaway industry instead,” he adds with a wide grin that shows off his yellowing teeth. Your stomach churns in disgust. 

“I’m amazed you’re not the size of a house,” Kuchel grumbles as she crosses the living room and gestures for Levi and you to take the couch. She sinks into the armchair opposite her brother. 

“Ah see I keep plenty of it. There are plenty of ladies out there to exercise with.” 

Kuchel scowls at him. “You’re disgusting.”

You feel Levi’s arm move around your shoulders, squeezing it. “You can’t pretend you’re a halfway decent human being for one day?”

Kenny shrugs. “Hey if Missy here is gonna be joining our family - she may as well get to know the real me, you know?”

“She is already part of our family,” Kuchel insists, giving you an encouraging smile which quickly drops. “I can only apologize,” she says to you, “for saddling you with this idiot,” she adds with a glare towards Kenny. 

You raise your hand with a short laugh. “It’s okay.”

“See, she’s got a sense of humour. She’s gonna need one to deal with us.” Kenny eyes you with a bemused smile before lowering his gaze to your stomach. “Whoa-boy, you’re getting big now, huh? You’ll soon be waddling around all Mama Duck, eh?”

“Kenny!” Kuchel fumes.

Levi’s shoulders have gone rigid and his teeth grind together. He leans forwards, his hands closing into fists. You grab his hands quickly just as Kuchel speaks. 

“You’re a disgrace.” she snaps at Kenny. “Speaking to a pregnant woman like that.”

“Hey, I didn’t say she wasn’t attractive,” Kenny defends himself. Levi’s eyes flare up with rage and he lifts his hands out of yours. “Or that Mama Ducks aren’t cute.” Kenny adds with an exaggerated wink at you. He holds his hand up again when Levi rises from his seat. “Oh come on, kid, give me some credit. It’s a freaking joke!” Kenny barks. “I’m not about to hit on my nephew’s woman, am I? You’re way too easy to wind up.”

Levi scrutinizes his uncle with a glare so intense that you’re worried that he may actually start a fight with the older man. However, he unclenches his fists as he steps forward, leaning over Kenny with an expression of distaste. “Keep pulling that shit and see what happens.”

“Levi.” Both you and Kuchel speak at once. You sound pleading but Kuchel sounds irked. “That’s enough,” she insists. “No more of this. We’re going to sit down together and we’re going to act like a goddamn normal family even if it’s just for one day.”

Kenny lowers his beer onto a side table and raises both hands. “Fine, fine! I’ll behave or whatever.”

Kuchel looks disbelieving but drops the subject, Levi, however, keeps glowering at his uncle. 

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Thankfully things settle down as drinks are served, your cushion is fluffed twice by Levi, and conversation about what everyone’s been up to begins to flow. Kuchel updates you all on some plans for the following summer with her friends and yet she is determined to be around lots for the new arrival. Levi encourages his mother to take the vacation and even Kenny tells Kuchel to go for it. He advises her to avoid certain parts of Marley and is particularly encouraging about the area known as Liberio. 

Surprisingly you find yourself engaged in that conversation with him as you admit that Liberio is on your list of places you want to travel. Kenny cautions you about certain areas as he has personal experience of discovering some of the seedier neighbourhoods. This time, when he talks about them, there’s less perversion in his tone and more objective judgement. However he doesn’t do a complete u-turn and so he still makes a few jokes about the women there and mocks some of the men in bar fights. 

Although Levi keeps an eye on your conversation with Kenny, he also takes the chance to talk in-depth with his mother. 

Before you know it, it’s been two hours and Kuchel gets up to work on dinner. Despite Levi’s protests, you insist on helping since you’ve been sitting for a long time and want to move around a bit. Kuchel assures her son that you’ll be fine with her and soon the pair of you are cutting vegetables together in the kitchen. It’s a spacious room with white walls and grey furnishings. The half-wall windows on one side of the room gaze out onto an enormous garden with paths winding around a firepit, a fountain, a small pond and a vegetable patch. The garden looks fairly bare without the bloom of colourful bushes and thickly covered trees, 

You can hear Kenny and Levi talking from the other room although what they’re saying is unclear. 

“Well they’re not fighting so that’s a good sign,” Kuchel smiles as she peels a potato and tosses it into a pile.

“Yeah,” you frown uneasily, remembering the earlier tension. 

“They’ll be fine.” Kuchel assures you. “You just worry about yourself.” 

As she continues with her work, you pause in yours and stare across at her, feeling a sudden desire to open up about something you’ve been worrying about. But would it be weird to do so with Levi’s mother? Your gut says no but your brain doesn’t fully agree. You lower your knife and grip the counter thoughtfully. 

“You okay?” In a second, Kuchel’s hand is on your back. “Are you in pain?”

“No. I’m fine,” you promise with a sheepish smile up at her. She’s significantly taller than her son. She has the kind of height you’d have liked to have although you have a few inches on Levi. But Kuchel has that graceful, long-limbed, willowy figure. “I wanted to ask you something about parenthood though. If you don’t mind.”

Kuchel lowers the knife that was in her free hand. “Of course, sweetheart. Ask me what you’d like.”

You bite your lip and take a small breath. “Were you scared? When you were carrying Levi?” you question. “Did you worry about the pain of labour? About being a good mom? About being able to be what your child needs?” All the questions tumble out of you, turning your cheeks pink.

Kuchel surprises you with her lack of hesitation. “Absolutely. All of the above and more,” she tells you instantly. She places her hand on your shoulder. “It’s natural though. This is your first experience with pregnancy and it’s a heavy weight you carry, bringing another person into this world. It’s like the first time you do anything. There’s that feeling of not really knowing what to expect, isn’t there?” When you nod, she touches your other shoulder with her other hand. “You’ll be fine. You’re going to be a great mom.” 

“How can you possibly know that?” You ask as your voice wobbles. “My mom…”

“I don’t know what happened with her but you’re not her.”  Kuchel assures you. “Worrying about this sort of thing is a good sign. It shows how much you care.” She wraps you in her arms. “It’s daunting, I know. You’re always welcome to talk to me about anything. Day or night, just call me if you don’t want to talk to anyone else. I’m always on the other end of the phone.”

That kindness washes over you like a powerful wave, knocking you off balance. You cling to her as your eyes become blurry. You didn’t realize how much you needed to hear that until Kuchel came out and said it. 

“Thank you.” You murmur the words into her shoulder and she cradles the back of your head in her hand as you sniffle. “Damn hormones.”

She chuckles. “Tell me about it. I’ve cried over much less than that when pregnant,” she chuckles, still holding you close. “It’s an emotional journey, but you’ll be fine.”

You stay clinging to her for several minutes, quietly working on regaining some control back over yourself. All the time she rubs your head and back, snuggling you. Your heart aches with tenderness and a slight burn of envy that you lost the chance to have this at twelve years old.

“What’s wrong?” Levi’s voice cuts through the silence. You pull away from Kuchel as your boyfriend crosses the room and takes you into his arms, his eyes searching yours. You internally begin to panic about how to explain all this again but Kuchel steps in. 

“She was having a moment. Emotions got a little on top of her but she’s all right now, aren’t you?” Kuchel directs the last part to you. 

You nod, grateful for the chance to answer non-verbally for now. 

The worry in Levi’s eyes softens but it doesn’t leave entirely. “You sure?” he asks and you nod again. He brings you closer to his body, tucking you against him, his arms cradling you similar to the way his mother was moments ago. “You’re okay,” he murmurs, kissing your temple. 

“Having some food should help,” Kuchel tells him. “It’s almost ready - oh!” she snaps her fingers. “I got you some pregnancy vitamins,” she tells you, stepping over to a cupboard and rummaging through bottles and pots. “Since you said your local one keeps running out of most of yours.”

“Yeah,” you grumble. “I swear there must be mass pregnancy going on back home or something.”

Levi is still holding you. “I have set up an order for you but it will be a few weeks before the first delivery arrives.” He nods gratefully at Kuchel. “Thank you.”

“It’s no problem. Some people don’t put a lot of stock in these but I found them very helpful,” Kuchel says as she brings out a pharmacy bag of tablets. She holds it out.

“Thank you.” You take the bag and lean against Levi’s chest, holding the bag to your own. “I appreciate everything.”

Kuchel closes the cupboard. “Remember what I said. If you want to talk to me about anything, please just call.”

You manage a shaky laugh. “You might regret that offer.”

Kuchel chuckles quietly. “No, I really won’t.” She eyes her son. “And you, I want you to talk to me too, if you ever feel overwhelmed.”

Levi tucks you into him as close as he can. “I’m not like him.” You didn’t have to ask to know who he meant. His biological father. The man who had learned of his existence and then ran out on Kuchel. “I won’t leave my family.”

“No, you won’t,” Kuchel agrees. “But parenthood is tough on both parents and you have a tendency to take too much on,” she adds, folding her arms and fixing her son with a firm, knowing stare.

“I’m fine-” Levi instantly objects but you pull away and join Kuchel in the folding of arms and intense stare. You accompany it with a small cough.

“What was I just saying this morning?” you ask.

The tips of Levi’s ears turn red and you watch, with satisfaction, as the colour spreads over both ears fully. “Ganging up on me, huh?” he grumps. 

“Damn right,” Kuchel softens and steps forward to take Levi’s face in her hands. “Because while that may be your baby, you’re mine.”

“Mom…” Levi protests but Kuchel kisses his cheek anyway, leaning her head against his for a few seconds. 

“Let your mother have this,” Kuchel gently chides, “and make sure you call if you need me.” She glances over at you. “Will you do it? Call me if he’s taking on too much?”

“Absolutely,” you assure her. You’re met with your boyfriend’s scowl. 

“”Traitor,” he murmurs as he pulls you into his side. You giggle against his face and kiss it as your arms wrap around him.

“Oi,” Kenny interrupts loudly. The three of you whirl around to see him leaning against the door frame with his beer in hand. “You all throwing a party in here or what?”

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It feels good to actually be able to eat Christmas dinner without feeling nauseous - something you’d resigned yourself to right up until your morning sickness had finally stopped. Kuchel has you all helping with dinner preparations (although in Kenny’s case she relegates him to setting the table). You prepare the vegetables while Levi takes over preparing the meat and Kuchel is then freed up to prepare dessert. 

The dining room’s theme is green surrounded by warm brown borders. The dark wooden table has been draped with a green Christmas cover, topped with silver place settings and napkins folded into deer which you coo over for about a minute. 

Dinner itself is not quite as chaotic as you had expected. Despite his bears, Kenny carves up the turkey pretty well and makes sure everyone has generous portions (not without a remark at Levi that he still looks like he could use a decent meal). Kuchel ladles plenty of vegetables on people’s plate (especially Kenny’s with a pointed look at yet another beer sitting beside his meal). Levi glances over at you a lot during the meal and you know he’s checking for any signs of nausea or distaste. Under the table, you link your foot around his and that seems to reassure him somewhat. 

Kenny’s behaviour shifts. Whether it’s because he’s trying to appease Kuchel or because he’s bored of being an ass, for the most part he’s pretty civilized. There’s still the odd joke among conversations about post-Christmas plans, new “investments” which translate to gambling, and questioning Levi about his cleaning business (not without some mocking tones). Talk inevitably turns to the baby and, to Levi’s dismay, his own baby years as Kuchel becomes nostalgic.

“He had the chubbiest cheeks ever,” Kuchel sighs, hands clasped in front of her. “and he had the bluest eyes as a newborn. Ah, I could have eaten him.”

You chuckle as Levi stares down into his wine, his entire face flushing now. 

“I’m pretty sure eating children is against the law, Kuchel,” Kenny chuckles. His sister flips him off and he shot her a grin. “He was a feisty little thing though. I remember when he grabbed my finger. Very strong grip for a kid who’s 12 hours old. Then came the mouth on him.” He smirks over at you. “And now you get to put up with it. Congrats.”

“I save the best for you, Kenny,” growls Levi.

“As it should be. It’d hurt my feelings if you gave it worse to anyone else,” Kenny slaps a hand over his chest with a mocking pout. 

“I don’t know anyone lower on that chain than you.”

“Aww you say the nicest things, nephew.”

“Come on now.” Kuchel says although she is still smiling. “Play nice.”

“Pretty sure this is us playing nice,” Kenny chuckles and swigs from his beer. 

Kuchel rolls her eyes and smiles at you, only to frown when she sees that you’ve gone still, staring at your belly. She says your name but you don’t respond.

All your thoughts are entirely focused on the strong, clear movement you felt inside your womb - that of a tiny limb stretching out. Your face breaks into a slow smile as the movement repeats, stronger this time, as though less experimental. She place your hands on your stomach and bite your lip joyfully. 

Kuchel seems to realize at once. “Is the baby kicking?”

You can only nod as a huge rush of love washes through you at once. This is it. This is your baby saying hello. They’re really growing strong in there. 

Levi’s arm wraps around you and his hand gently touches your stomach. “Does it hurt?” he asks, eyes flicking to your face. They immediately snap back to the baby bump as you feel another kick. His jaw drops a little. “That…”

“It doesn’t hurt,” you assure him. “It feels… amazing.”

Kuchel brings both hands up in prayer in front of her mouth, her eyes watering with tears. “This is the first time?”

You nod again. “Yeah…” A few tears stream down your face as you cradle your bump. “Hello little one.”

Levi begins to caress your stomach. “They’re so strong,” he murmurs, watching as your stomach bulges slightly from another kick. He kisses you gently on the mouth. “It really doesn’t hurt?” he checks. 

“I’m good,” you promise. 

Kuchel scoots sideways on her seat a little. “May I…?” 

You reach for her hand and place it on your bump. For a moment or two nothing happens and you see Kuchel’s smile begin to falter. 

“Maybe they’re asl-oh!” she gasp. “Hello baby!” she beams. “Grandma can’t wait to meet you.”

You giggle and stroke your bump again, your hand brushing against Levi’s over and over. 

“This is my favourite Christmas present.” you admit to them all, your smile wide and your eyes still dripping tears, “This, right now.”

“As it should be,” Kuchel rubbed the bump. 

There was a short period of silence where your bump receives more affection than you can ever remember it having and then Kenny clears his throat. 

“Mind if the great uncle has a go?” To your surprise, Kenny speaks with some restraint.

Levi looks around at him uncertainly. You’re sure he’s about to say no but given Kenny’s been making an effort, you don’t mind if he feels the baby kick. You reach for his hand and his eyes meet yours, questioning. You smile and nod so he exhales and looks back at Kenny with a nod of his own.

Kenny rises up and moves to stand by your side. His hand. surprisingly carefully, lands on your bump and is instantly met with nothing happening. He waits for a minute or so before his brow furrows. “Kid’s probably having a nap now,” he mutters. 

“Or they’re avoiding you,” Levi mumbles.

Kenny’s retort is cut off when he’s met with a kick from the baby, a particularly hard one. “Whoa there, kid!” he declares as you wince a smidge. “That’s a strong kick you got there, kid. Trying to take a swing at me already?”

You laugh and pat your belly affectionately, while Levi snorts. “They’d be a fool not to try it.” He tells his uncle. You thwack the back of his head gently 

Kenny grins and ruffles his nephew’s hair who immediately bats him away with a grumble. “Get your filthy hands off me,” Levi grunts. 

As the men bicker, you and Kuchel share grins and laugh again as the baby kicks enthusiastically several more times. 

“This is your family, kid,” you tell the bump. “You’re gonna meet them soon enough.”

Kuchel nodded tearfully and reached to grab a glass. Kenny stepped away from Levi and did the same. You and Levi pick up your glasses too. 

“Let’s raise a toast then,” Kuchel beams. “To the newest member of our family who so graciously decided to say hi today.”

“And who has a hell of a kick,” Kenny lifted his beer. “Kid’s gonna be a toughie.”

Levi squeezed his arm around you, gazing down at your unborn child. “To our baby,” he says quietly. 

“To our baby,” you whisper back to him. 

“To baby Ackerman!” the four of you say. 

[covenofthearticulate]

i'm sick as a fucking dog the day before halloween and i am ready to commit atrocities

[seoulmatez]

hiiii happy friday :3 very proud of everyone for making it through another week ! do something to treat yourself this weekend, even if it’s small — you deserve it ❤︎

[dead-dolphins]

There are a lot of drabbles requests with babies and I don't know hhow the hell to name them XD

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 13. blowjob

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “holiday blow”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ as iii is writing letters to his loved ones, you decided to give him a little treat underneath his desk

pairing: iii x gn!reader

a/n: i’m actually so ass at coming up with titles for my christmas event 😟 made this while i was sick, so it’s lazily written.

cw: nsfw content. blowjob. semi-public sex. kinda subby vibes from iii.

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“mmmh… you look so good on your knees, too.” —❤︎

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“whatcha doinnnn’?”

“writing letters for the boys.”

“oh fun! make sure to write to santa to get me that teacup puppy for christmas.”

iii just chuckled and rolled his eyes at your lame attempt of a joke, which was to definitely get him to buy you that adorable little puppy. though, iii saw right through your devious little scam.

“not happening, y/n.” he joked back, and he grunted when you punched his shoulder playfully.

“awww come on!!! it’s so cute! you can’t say no to this adorable face!” you said while waving your arms around, pulling up a very poorly printed picture of a teacup puppy. the ink was printed so badly it made the face of the pooch look disfigured, and iii stifled a laugh.

“i can say no, actually. that thing looks like it’s on life support.” iii said sassily, shoving the picture away from his face. to this, you gasped dramatically while falling over his desk.

“oh great heavens! my best friend won’t get me the gift i oh so desperately need! this is anarchy i tell you!!” you monologued rather interestingly, throwing in some poor shakespeare gestures that was paired with bad acting.

iii just raised an eyebrow at your shenanigans, clearly not convinced.

“not happening.”

“oh come on, iii! i’ll do anything! even the most humiliating thing ever!”

the quilt iii held between his fingers only continued to write fancy, honeyed words across the paper. he just sighed heavily, not thinking you’d actually go drastic measures for some tiny puppy as a gift.

“annnything?”

“anything i tell you!”

“you sure about that?”

“yes i am! i’ll even… uhhh..”

iii kept his eyes glued to the paper, clearly not convinced by your obnoxious explaining and weird, theater gestures. he swore you were high at some point. clearly, this was getting nowhere.

the bassist just dropped his pen in the ink bottle and put an arm on his desk, looking up at you with a raised eyebrow. “well?”

you didn’t even know what came over you, because you blurted out:

“i’ll even suck your dick!”

… well.

that’s an idea that certainly piqued iii’s interest.

and you seemed sooo confident about your answer too, crossing your arms and holding your ground. though, iii could see through those playful eyes that you were actually nervous about what you just said to him.

oh we’ll, he’ll humor you for a bit.

“oh? you serious about that?” iii spoke teasingly, his fingers subconsciously playing with the buckle of his belt, getting turned on from the idea of you going down on him.

you nodded, still keeping your confident face up. “absolutely.”

this was a nice turn of events. iii smirked and rolled his chair out to make space for you, allowing for you to crawl under the little nook within his desk. the bassist rolled back into place, and grabbed the feather pen again, feeling your eager fingers quickly make work of his belt and tug his pants down. damn, you really were excited.

“ahh… i’m starting to think this is less about the puppy, and more about you just wanting to suck me off.” iii commented absentmindedly, his pen dragging across the paper as he wrote his letters to his loved ones, occasionally acknowledging your presence by moving his free hand under the desk to stroke your hair.

“mmmh… you look so good on your knees, too.”

you just whined in response, not even bothering to reply to iii’s words. soon, you pulled down his boxers to his ankles, his hard cock springing free. he heard you audibly gasp at his size, and he just snickered.

“impressive, huh?” he mumbled, gripping your hair and pulling you closer to the head of his cock, the tip leaking with precum.

“maybe.” you mumbled back, putting one hand on his thigh and the other on iii’s shaft, holding the base with a firm grip that had him groaning.

“nnngh…” he sighed out, hand shaking a bit, hindering his ability to write letters. iii shook his head and gripped your hair tightly.

“don’t just sit there. suck.”

you could hear the desperation in iii’s voice, just wanting to feel your tongue swirl around his dick like a lollipop. it was such a lewd thought, but you loved it. you didn’t waste any time, and opened your mouth, taking him in whole and savoring the satisfying, salty taste of his precum. you could tell how horny he was, from the way he was gripping your hair and forcing you down more onto his hard shaft as you sucked him off.

“f-fuck.” he grumbled, trying to shift his attention on the letters he was writing, but you were too good at sucking him off. iii was getting desperate, completely dropping his pen and gripping onto the side of his desk while he bucked his hips into your mouth.

“s-shit. take it all, oh you’re s-so good at this…” iii whimpered, all of his attention on you now as you gave him the blowjob of a lifetime. you could feel the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, and constrict around it.

the feeling made iii throw his head back with pleasure, letting out a guttural moan while you whimpered around his dick.

“fuck. i-i’m gonna cum, y/n.” he warned, and you took this opportunity to take him as deep as you possibly could.

“s-shit! ahh!”

his eyes widened underneath his face mask, and he moaned loudly as he shot his seed down your throat, watching you swallow all of his cum in a single gulp. he let out a loud pant and pulled your head off of his cock, your mouth coming off the head with a popping sound.

he groaned heavily, and looked at your face. he chuckled as he brushed his thumb over your swollen lips, making you whine.

you giggled and nuzzled his hand.

“so…. can i get that puppy now?”

he chuckled at your words, and ruffled your hair.

“maybe, dollface.” he said with a grin, caressing your cheek. he lifted his mask, and pressed a kiss against your forehead.

“maybe.”

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[cauliflowertree]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ CHRISTMAS DRABBLE EVENT—

i lied 100%, got too excited and decided to post my event now instead of at the weekend. soz.

rules / information:

✧.* this event will be running until christmas day.

✧.* this isn’t going to be a fic a day until christmas or anything, it’s just an event where you can requests christmas themed drabbles.

✧.* fics will be between 300 and 800 words and i may post more than one a day, or none on a particular day, all depends on how busy i am with assignments or other plans.

✧.* you can send more than one, i encourage it, but please limit it to one request per ask.

✧.* you can use this prompt list to help you request or think of an idea on your own, either is fine!

✧.* they are open for all of my fandoms as well as for patrick jane from the mentalist — a new character i’m trying out.

[beautifultypewriter]

The Third Day of Christmas ~ Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

Prompt: Visiting a tree farm to pick the perfect tree

Pairing: Jake Seresin x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 862

A/N: This went in a direction that I had not expected, but I really like how it turned out.

The sound of your car door slamming echoed in your ears as Jake stepped over to you, slinging his arm around your shoulder. He pulled you in close as the two of you walked over to the entrance of the local tree farm. There was a big sign next to the table where you paid to get in. Jake squeezed your shoulder, “Look at that, sweetheart. You can cut your own tree.” He smirked over at you, and you snorted a laugh.

“You’re gonna cut down a tree yourself?”

Jake looked offended as he shook his head, “You think I can’t?”

You smiled sweetly at him, “I never said that. I just figured you wouldn’t want to mess yourself up, pretty boy.” You gestured to his hair and clothes, and he scoffed loudly. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but you pulled away from him quickly and skipped over to the table, handing over some money to the teenager sitting behind the table. She gave you a white and green ticket in return and told you to enjoy your day. Jake had caught up to you and pulled you into his side once again, following your lead down the rows of trees. They seemed to go on for miles and you had a good feeling, just knowing that you’d find exactly what you were looking for here.

The two of you had been searching for over an hour and that good feeling was fading fast. You were starting to feel a little discouraged and a little bit worried that you weren’t going to find a tree at all. Jake had continued to point out beautiful trees, but none of them were perfect. You wanted this year’s tree to be perfect. You needed it to be perfect. “What about this one?” You were broken from your thoughts by Jake, who was standing next to a nice seven-foot tree. Stepping over to him, you circled the tree, analyzing every needle and gently prodding every branch. Jake waited quietly while you examined the tree, hoping that it would be the one. You shook your head and his shoulders sagged just slightly.

Pointing to a section near the top of the tree, you looked to your partner, “There’s a hole.” Jake followed your finger, but he couldn’t see what you were talking about. It looked fine to him, just as the ten other trees before this one looked fine.

He sighed, “Sweetheart… these trees have all been fine.” As you turned to him, he placed his hands on his hips, looking up to the sky as he tried to gather his thoughts. And you couldn’t blame him because he was right; the trees had been fine. But…

Shaking your head again, you turned away from him, “Fine is not good enough. Our tree needs to be perfect.” You turned to him again, a small frown on your face and your eyebrows furrowed.

Jake stepped closer to you, his hands resting gently on your shoulders, “Why?”

You refused to meet his eyes as you swallowed, “This is our first Christmas together.” You didn’t say anything else, and you still looked at the ground. Jake’s eyebrows shot up and he resisted the urge to scratch his head.

He tried and failed to catch your eye, “What do you mean? We’ve been together or two years.” You finally looked up at him, stopping him from saying anything else. He stared at you as you shook your head once again.

“Yes, but we each went to our own families places that first year and last year you were overseas.” His gaze softened as you rubbed your arm, “This is the first Christmas we will be spending together in the same place, and I want every part of it to be perfect.” Your gaze drifted to the ground again, your feet shuffling in the dirt. Then Jake’s lips were on yours and your hands were moving to rest on his cheeks. Stepping closer, he deepened the kiss, his own hands moving to rest on your neck.

He pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours, “It’s already perfect.” Your lips split into a smile, and you closed your eyes for a brief moment. Warmth radiated between the two of you and you moved closer, savoring the feeling of him being so near. The chatter of other families picking out their trees drifted over to you, and you opened your eyes again. Jake was still staring directly at you, his grin getting bigger by the second, “Okay?”

You nodded, your fingertips running gently over his cheeks, “Okay. Let’s get this one.” You nodded to the tree next to you and Jake’s grin got bigger if that was even possible. He pulled away from you quickly, shocking you slightly as the cold air hit your face again.

Jake clapped his hands together, “Let’s get chopping.” He turned side to side, searching for an axe probably. You barked out a laugh as you shook your head, watching him find what he needed and make his way over to the tree. That warmth was back, and you couldn’t wait to get your perfect Christmas tree home.

[satocidal]

should I do a 200 milestone?

[ticklygiggles]

Hihihihihi! If you're still receiving these, maybe “Santa will bring you coal!” with Diavolo x fem!reader? Thank you!

[25 Christmas drabbles] - entries closed!

A/N: this prompt was so cuuute 😩 I hope you enjoy this!

Diavolo x Fem!Reader - 46. "Santa will bring you coal!"

"Santa will bring you coal!"

You squeaked, rushing around Diavolo's desk as he chased you, nipping at your heels. Nervous giggles, (perhaps also slightly mischievous), escaped your lips as you ran for your life.

"No, beautiful," he said with a terrifying calm and a dangerous, but attractive smirk on his lips. "Santa will bring you coal for hiding things from me!"

You knew perfectly well that Diavolo could catch you even before you started running, but you also knew that he loved this. Being playful was something he had never enjoyed before you showed up in his life and he took every possible moment to play with you like this.

And so, when he found you snooping around his office in a very strange and suspicious manner, and you refused to tell him what you were doing, he immediately started chasing you, saying that, when he caught you, you would tell your mysterious little secret immediately.

Thinking that you would have a chance, (silly of you), you rushed to his office door hoping to escape, but even before you were a meter away from the door, Diavolo's hands grabbed you by the waist, stopping you completely.

"Gotcha!"

"Di-Diavolo, wait! I can explain, I c-cahahan explahahain! No! Nohohot tihihickling!"

His hands immediately started to squeeze your waist rapidly, causing a string of uncontrollable giggles to overpower you enough to have your knees giving up on you, your body slowly falling to the floor.

"Where are you going, my love?" He teased playfully as he followed you down as you tried to curl on yourself, but Diavolo was holding you right, and in seconds, you found yourself face first against the wooden floor as he squeezed up and down your sides.

"I'm sohohorry! I'm sohohorry!" You said, trying to push his hands away but to no avail.

"I do forgive you," Diavolo said, grinning and giggling himself as he moved his hands higher towards your ribs and your laughter increased in volume. "But I want to know what were you looking for around here."

You shook your head, desperately pressing your arms to your sides to stop Diavolo's fingers from wiggling at your ribs and from crawling higher towards your underarms.

"I wahahasn't lohohooking fohohor sohomenthihing- Gahahaha! It tihihickles!" You laughed, kicking your legs and feeling tears of laughter accumulating in your eyes already.

"Then what were you up to, princess? Mind to share your secret with me?"

To think he'd hurt you and bruise you the first times he tried to tickle you, but now his touch was light and so tremendously ticklish. He'd also blush out of his mind when he tried to tease you, but, thanks to all his practicing, (yes, on you), it was so easy for him to just drive you crazy with laughter whenever he wanted to.

You knew he would do exactly that if you didn't confess what were you doing in his office, but if you told him, then it would-

"AHAHAHA! N-Nohoho! Not thehehere!" You begged, shrieking when you suddenly felt one of your arms being raised above your head, his fingers quickly nestling under your arm, wiggling and digging into your sensitive spot.

You kicked and tried to crawl away with your free arm, but your brain could only focus on how ticklish his touch was.

"Not here? Do you also have a secret under your arm?" Your cheeks flushed brightly at his teasing and he laughed. "That makes it two secrets that you refuse to make, my love. If it's gonna be like that, I see myself forced to try and get them out without your help."

You could barely hear his voice over your hysterical laughter; he pinched, poked, wiggled and prodded against your exposed armpit, determinated to get you to spill your secrets and it was a matter of time before you did so.

"Could it be that you also have another secret under your other arm~?"

You shrieked with laughter, shaking your head. "I'll tehehehell you! I'll tehehehell yohohou!" You said, pulling at your arm. "Juhuhuhust not thehehere, meheheanie!"

He laughed his boisterous laugh and stopped his tickling, letting go of your arm and quickly swiping you in his arms, making you squeak in surprise as he carried you bridal style to the large sofa in his office.

"I'm all ears," he said, sitting down with you on his lap.

Your cheeks felt terribly warm and your breathing was still slightly erratic. There was no way out now, so nibbling on your lower lip, you reached between the cushions beside him. Diavolo looked at you curiously as you pulled out a little box wrapped in cute Christmas paper and a little bow on it.

"Is it Christmas already?"

You giggled sheepishly, "It is not. I... I planned to hide little gifts around your office until Christmas day," you explained, fidgeting with the little box between your hands. "Something like an advent calendar kind of... th-thing?"

You gasped softly when Diavolo suddenly held your chin between his fingers and made you look at him. You could see his eyes were bright with happiness and excitement before be leaned in to capture your lips in a tender kiss.

"The happiness you make me feel... I can barely describe it with words," he said softly after he pulled apart and you smiled fondly, wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him again.

"Then," you said breathlessly after pulling apart one more time, "am I allowed to carry out my plan?"

Diavolo giggled, his cheeks tinting pink, "You're allowed to do as you wish, I honestly only wanted to hear your laugh," he admitted and you gasped, your hands finding his ribs, surprising him enough to squeak loudly before he broke into sweet, loud laughter.

"Wahahahait!"

You grinned, kissing the corner of his smiling mouth. "No waiting for you. You said I could do whatever I want and now I really want to hear you laugh."

[strykingback]

MINI-EVENT MUSE REVEAL!!!

Location: Barnaby's Billiards, Vale Time: 1:30 PM Valean Time Zone OST: The Agent Of Bad Luck

Barnaby's Billiards, a place where the high-riders and gamblers would gamble away at their leisure in the past during a time of antiquity, but ever since it was shut down the regulars only remember it as a place of laughter and sin. However, nowadays someone was able to purchase it for one reason to become the greatest inspector on Remnants surface.

"Yes! I see!! So you wish for me to investigate this Snow Sniper at New Forde Village?" The new owner of Barnaby's would ask while he looked at his client.. which was none other than Professor Watts....holder of the Seat of Intelligence of the Scions of Salem and overseer of the other Scions within the faction.

"Yes.. as you can see a mutual friend of mine was sadly killed in the attack and I only fear that the Snow Sniper was the one behind this....it is why it is imperative that a source of mine informed me that he could be hiding out in Forde Village awaiting a target for his next kill.... I want you to investigate there and make sure that he is brought to light." Watts would say and before the man could open his mouth to explain how could he get there.

"Oh and no need to worry about payment as it will already be forwarded to you along with a ticket to Brumel and transport to New Forde Village, inspector." Watts continued.

"Very Well then Professot Natts! I Inspector Dolos, Winner of the Vale Marathon (Not Really) and Detective Extraordinaire will be on the case of the deadly Sniper in New Forde Village!" He said excitedly while Watts would just sigh and roll his eyes.

"I hope he's better than what his resume says he is...." Watts would think to himself.

MINI EVENT MUSE

REMNANTS WORST INSPECTOR DOLOS BARNABY

Um.... How will you investigate to stryke back?