#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.

[steddieas-shegoes]

terrible twos

for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt 'christmas'

all of my holiday drabbles will be from the bear hugs universe. many of them could probably be read standalone, but will make the most sense and be enjoyed best if you read that first!

rated m | 702 words | cw: referenced sex | tags: established relationship, fluff, christmas cookies, the awful stage of toddlerhood that parents barely survive

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“Daddy! Up!” Sawyer is making grabby hands at Eddie, and Eddie can’t do anything but give in. His hands may be busy rolling cookie dough, but there’s nothing that would stop him from holding his son.

The terrible twos hit early and they hit hard.

Steve insists Rory never had it quite like this, but at barely a year and a half old, Sawyer is always one ‘no’ away from a meltdown. He’s been very independent, and with that independence, he hasn’t wanted to be held unless he’s hurt.

If he’s asking to come up now, Eddie’s gonna do it.

“Cookie?” He asks and Eddie shakes his head.

“Not yet, little dude. It’s still gotta bake in the oven.”

Sawyer’s lip pouts out. “Peas?”

He hears Steve and Rory in the next room, probably playing NHL since that was the gift she wanted most this year. He won’t interrupt them, but Sawyer might if he starts screaming about not having a cookie.

“You can have the first one when it’s done cooking,” Eddie tries to appease him.

Not that he gives in at tantrums. Quite the opposite.

It’s just that it’s Christmas and Sawyer isn’t old enough to understand that he can’t eat raw cookie dough, so this tantrum would be kind of understandable.

“Daddy peas,” Sawyer says again, reaching for the dough on the counter. “Cookie mine?”

“You can pick which one you want when I cut them and you can have it as soon as it’s out of the oven,” Eddie allows. He hopes that’s enough,

“Cookie mine now?”

“Not now. In a tiny bit,” Eddie tries to distract him with the cookie cutters. “Pick a shape. We have Christmas trees…and candy canes…”

“Cookie!”

Eddie laughs, tries to keep his composure at what is surely escalating into a code red situation.

“It’ll be a cookie in any shape, silly goose. What about a nutcracker?” Eddie holds up the shape, but realizes it’s too late.

He’s lost.

“Down! Dada!” Sawyer is kicking his legs to get down and Eddie lets him. But he isn’t going to let him interrupt Steve’s time with Rory, not over this.

“How about a different treat?” Eddie tries, offering the first thing he sees: a piece of chocolate from someone’s stocking. “It’s got caramel!”

Sawyer pauses, thinks about it, shakes his head. His little curls bounce around almost comically as his face starts to get red.

“How about a candy cane?” Eddie offers instead, desperate.

“You wanna push buttons to shoot the puck?” Rory asks from the doorway, Steve right behind her with a knowing look.

“Shoot da puck? Sawyer shoot?” Sawyer asks, distracted enough that Eddie can breathe out.

God, having a toddler with the same temperament he had as a kid is hard. He feels like sending Wayne a fruit basket, maybe a blank check with his signature on it.

“Up!” He runs to Rory, who scoops him up and carries him to the living room, letting him babble mostly nonsensical things the entire way.

Eddie flops to the floor and looks up at Steve.

“How much longer until he’s a reasonable human?”

Steve snorts. “Could be days. Could be years.”

Steve joins him on the floor, reaching out to lace their fingers together. The sound of Sawyer cheering for Rory fills the house and Eddie smiles to himself.

“Did he at least pick a shape for his cookie?” Steve asks.

“Nope. And I don’t even think I have the energy to make them anymore.”

“You want some help?” Steve offers.

Eddie turns his head and watches Steve smirking up at the ceiling.

“Are you gonna make dick shapes when I’m not looking?”

“I’d never.”

Eddie squints his eyes at Steve. “You did last year. I had to shove it in my mouth so no one would see.”

“Don’t act like you’re not used to shoving a dick in your mouth,” Steve laughs.

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“Alright. Watch yourself. We’ve still got hours before anyone’s dick is in anyone’s mouth. And at least four dozen cookies to bake. And a toddler to control.”

Steve kisses him quickly, just a peck. A promise for later.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” Steve says.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

[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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[steddieholidaydrabbles]

Welcome to day 25 of the holiday drabbles! Today's prompt is Christmas.

All drabbles should be between 300-1000 words. I will be using wordcounter.net to check them all before reblogging!

Please tag this blog @steddieholidaydrabbles when you post. You can also follow the tag 'steddie holiday drabbles' to keep up with posts.

All submissions should include a rating and any CW or tags that you feel are necessary. Please put the prompt you are fulfilling as well. Please consider putting Explicit material under a read more (anything rated E not placed under a read more will not be reblogged). A sample of this may look like: optional title | rating: G/T/M/E | cw: violence, blood, etc. | tags: established relationship, first time, etc.

Please submit your post by 11:59 PM EST on the day of the prompt. For challenges with multiple days, please submit by 11:59 PM EST on the last date.

[beautifultypewriter]

The Eighth Day of Christmas ~ Boromir

Prompt: Driving around late at night to look at Christmas lights

Pairing: Boromir x reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 565

A/N: One for my husband. I adore him.

You hummed quietly to yourself as you looked out the window, barely flickering lights painting the lower city. It was late and you should have moved over to the bed, but your husband had yet to return and you had always had trouble sleeping without him. You supposed it was some leftover feeling, wanting or needing to know that he was safe before you could lay your head down. Things were different now, but you still couldn’t shake that feeling. So you sat at the window and watched the lights, letting the warmth of the season wash over you.

The door clicked open, but you couldn’t tear your gaze away, instead speaking quietly with your cheek pressed against the window pane, “You work too hard.”

Boromir sighed as moved into the room, “I must.” You nodded and he sighed again, “”What are you doing up, my love?”

You smiled, “The lights are beautiful, don’t you think?” Boromir didn’t say anything, but you could hear him shuffling around the room. Probably getting himself ready to sleep. You ran your fingertips over the cool glass, preparing yourself to leave the comfort of the window seat. As you turned though, you were met with the soft gaze of your husband. Boromir was standing next to you, your boots hanging from his fingertips. He kneeled down and gently placed his hand on your calf. His skin was warm as his fingertips traced up to your knee and back down again before he gently pulled your leg close to his chest. You watched him, your head tilted, “What are you doing?”

He stayed focused on his task, pulling your boot over your foot and doing up the laces, “Helping you put your boots on.”

You stifled a laugh, “Yes, but why?” He had just finished lacing up the second boot when he looked up at you, a smile spreading over his lips. He stood and offered his hand to you. Hesitantly, you put your hand in his, raising your eyebrows as he avoided your question, “Boromir?”

He pulled you to your feet, “You’ll see.” He said nothing else as he grabbed your cloak, wrapped it around your shoulders and pulled the hood up over your head. Lacing his fingers with yours, he led you from the room and down the empty corridors until you were in the courtyard. You followed him willingly, no other questions passing your lips as the cold air nipped at your skin. 

Boromir navigated the streets with ease, taking turns without any thought, the map of his city ingrained in his mind. You kept pace with him, moving easily into the lower city. You came to an abrupt stop as Boromir halted his movements and wrapped his arm around your waist. In one quick movement, he spun you around so that you were looking down the winding street. You gasped as you took in the sight of the house before you. Every window was lit with a candle, the light casting a soft glow on the stones. You took two small steps forward, turning in your spot and letting the light dance across your skin. Boromir smiled as he watched you, moving closer and lacing his fingers with your once more. You grinned at him, pressing yourself into his side as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead, the candlelight glowing around you.

[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.

[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.

[satocidal]

should I do a 200 milestone?

[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?

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[dead-dolphins]

The Christmas Collection: an eremika drabble collection by deaddolphins 🎄❤️

➷ Drabble 10: “The Lunch Run.”

➷ For: @umbremom

➷ READ HERE

[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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[pseudowho]

Nanami Kento Masterlist, Part One

REQUESTS CLOSED!

Updated: 12th October 2024 -> ANY SUBSEQUENT UPDATES ON NANAMI KENTO MASTERLIST, PART TWO

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🔥 Smut 💔 Angst 💕 Romance

☕ Comfort/Fluff 🤡 Clowning

🐙 Monsterfucking 📚 Education (*dirty laugh*)

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1st of December 🔥☕💕 -- No-Nut November is over-- but Nanami Kento won't let you get away with it that easily.

7:3 🤡 -- Nanami Kento never thought about his 7:3 pattern...a fourth wall breaking moment.

BabywearingDad!Nanami" Ask and Drabble ☕

Bedlocked 💕🔥☕-- University!AU; will you and Kento be pushed to breaking point, when forced to share a room and a bed on a city thesis trip?

Behind the Wall 💕🔥💔-- who was this stressed, suited man visiting your gloryhole...and how could you fall in love so easily?

Childbearing Hips 💕☕🔥-- once Gojo points them out, Kento can't stop looking... And Part Two!

Conbini ☕💕-- Itadori Yuuji didn't like Kento, at first. A Papamin drabble. Kento x Reader.

"Dad Reflexes" Ask and Drabble 🤡💕☕-- Nanami Kento can catch anything.

Daylight Robbery 💕☕🔥-- when Gojo asks Nanami to cuckold him and his fiancée, things don't go the way Gojo planned...

Debellatio 🔥💕-- a Nanami x Reader x Higuruma sex-pollen threesome.

Deeper, Harder, Faster 🔥-- a Nanami x Reader x Ino threesome, where Nanami teaches Ino how to make love to his girlfriend. Based on a @nanaslutt post.

Deliverance 💕🔥-- with Vampire!Priest!Nanami

Disappointed ☕💕💔-- a Papamin drabble. When Yuuji takes himself on a suicide mission, Kento rescues him and chastises him with the reader.

Ditch the Party 🔥💕-- Nanami Kento hates parties. But the drinks? The drinks make him bold.

Domain Expansion theory-- Pseudowho's vision of Nanami Kento's domain expansion.

Domestic Bliss series 💕☕--

#1 Rant #2 Indentured Servitude #3 Car Repairs #4 Laundry #5 Foodie #6 Spicy #7 Cravings

Drunk Pick-Up Services 💕☕-- Husband!Nanami picks up the drunk reader and takes her home.

Edging Nanami Kento 🔥💕-- The reader drives Nanami Kento to the edge and back again.

Every Time 🔥💕☕-- you and Kento forget something vital when you have sex-- every fucking time.

Father's Day ☕-- a Papamin drabble. Kento misses the point, when Yuuji asks to buy him lunch.

Fire and Iron 💕☕🔥-- AU!Nanami Kento is the town blacksmith, and the reader is forced to stay the night after tending to his wounds.

Full 🔥☕💕-- Nanami Kento treats his pregnant wife like the goddess she is.

Glory Glory 🔥☕💕-- "Help, I'm stuck!" on a mission with Kento, and he takes full advantage of the compromising position.

Good Boy 🔥💕-- after a bad day, you know exactly what Kento needs to help him relax...

Good Girl 💕🤡 -- a drabble

Grandpapamin ☕💕-- Nanami Kento as a grandfather, Headcanons.

Grey 🔥💔💕-- The reader lives a vigilante life; so does Nanami Kento, a changed man after the events of Shibuya. When she is sent to hunt him down, Nanami Kento has a proposition for her.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part One ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Headcanons Part Two ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader headcanons.

Grey! Nanami Christmas ⛄🎄 Headcanons ☕💕💔-- post-Shibuya Nanami Kento x Reader Headcanons.

Hanahaki 💕☕💔-- being in love with you is killing Nanami Kento.

Hands 💕🔥-- smutty drabble, SloppyDrunk!Kento

Hide and Seek 🔥-- Game night gets spicy.

Homebodies 💕☕-- You and Kento really, really, really don't want to go out.

Hot 💕🌶️☕-- You interrupt Kento while he's cooking...and things go horribly wrong.

"How well can you drive?" 🔥 -- the reader takes matters into her own mouth so Kento can prove his driving skills.

Infiltration (MULTI-CHAPTER) 🔥☕💔💕

(COMPLETE!) --the reader and Nanami Kento must pretend to be married, infiltrating a Curse-user cult to take it down from the inside.

Chapter One: Introduction

Chapter Two: Pillow Talk

Chapter Three: Deadly Games

Chapter Four: The Rumbling Shrine

Chapter Five: Breaking Point

Chapter Six: Exposed

Chapter Seven: The Captive Goddess

Chapter Eight: Unchained

In From the Cold ☕🔥💕-- The reader wanders in the snow, lost and injured after a mission gone wrong; will Nanami Kento save her?

Kento Comes Home Drunk 🔥💕-- and the reader handles his advances like a total champ.

And, its sequel... Reader Comes Home Drunk 🔥 💕-- where Kento manages the reader's advances like an absolute champ.

Kingsman!AU Nanami/Galahad 🔥💕☕

Kintsugi 💕💔☕-- you paint Kento's scars, until he shines with gold. Pre and post-Shibuya AU.

Knismolagnia 🔥💕-- Kento has a somewhat...erotic response to being tickled.

Last Moments 💔☕-- Nanami Kento remembers a childhood holiday.

Nanami Kento, and the Curses of an Unusual Nature (MULTI-CHAPTER) -- Nanami Kento is deemed the only Sorcerer sensible enough to handle some frankly weird Curses

- Chapter 1: Gone Shopping 🤡 -- locals are going missing at a large shopping centre; Nanami Kento is sent to investigate.

Nanami Kento's Massive Squeezable Man Tiddies 🔥☕-- the reader being casually obsessed with Kento's chest...repost link HERE!

Next of Kin 💕☕-- a Papamin drabble, feat. Higuruma Hiromi. Yuuji is arrested, and uses his one call on Kento.

Operation Babymaker (a new series!) 💕💔🔥☕ -- Nanami Kento takes trying for a baby very seriously indeed.

A Trip to the Tailors-- the reader reveals she's been off the pill for months, and Kento cannot contain himself.

Benchpress-- the reader interrupts Kento's workout, and is manhandled into submission.

Ditch the Party...again-- tipsy Kento is back, and deadlier than ever.

Wet Dreams-- Kento gives the reader a free-pass for when he's asleep...and he returns the favour.

Honeytrap/Maid Café-- you are sent to honeytrap a Curse-user on ovulation night...and Kento hunts you down to a Maid Café.

Grapple-- you ask Kento to teach you how to fight, and things get sexy.

Papamin's Big Day ☕-- Nanami Kento takes his baby for her first vaccinations, and finds it...emotional.

Push ☕💕-- two become three, as the reader gives birth in Nanami Kento's arms.

Raising You ☕💔💕-- When the reader is de-aged by a Curse, Nanami is forced to raise her like a daughter.

Red 🔥💔-- Nanami Kento, the infamous Curse-user, has been on the run for years...what will you do when he catches up to you?

Resolute ☕💔💕-- The reader helps Nanami to accept that he has a drinking problem.

Roleplay 💕🤡-- You pretend to be another woman, and Nanami Kento gives you the roleplay of your dreams.

Seasons of Grief 🔥💔💕☕ -- The reader supports Nanami Kento through the anniversary of Yuu Haibara's death, and afterwards, when Kento nearly loses the reader

Sexual Orientation 🔥💕☕-- it's not what you think. And, its little follow-up... Mine 🔥💕-- where the Reader loses her cool, just one time.

Shaving Lesson ☕💕🔥-- dad's teach their sons how to shave... and Yuuji doesn't have one. A Papamin drabble.

Shirtsleeves 🔥 -- The reader steals Kento's last shirt, and receives her comeuppance.

Skrunkly 💕☕🔥-- Kento loves you even when you look like a dirty raccoon.

Smut [smuht] (noun) 💕🔥-- Kento catches you reading smut...and pretends to be the bad guy from your story, seducing you.

Still Got It ☕💕-- The Nanami kids' parents are boring...right?

Stoic 💕🔥-- Kento is furious when Gojo assumes that his lack of PDA towards the reader shows a lack of desire.

The Accumulation of Little Despairs ☕💔💕 -- The reader struggles with low-mood; Nanami Kento comes to the rescue

The Chase 🔥💕-- The reader has insisted on No-Nut November; Nanami Kento gets his revenge by hunting her down and taking his reward.

The Silent Stars Go By 🔥💕☕-- Shibuya Ending Rewrite! Nanami Kento feels his death approaching...but he beats fate, when he tracks you down to confess his love for you.

The Voice P1 and P2 (two parts) 💕☕🔥-- VoiceActor!AU. A chance meeting in the dark with Nanami, sends him on a desperate search for the woman of his dreams.

Work Wife 💕☕-- someone wants to be Nanami Kento's work wife, and he's not happy about it.

The Wristwatch 💕☕-- How does Nanami Kento make sure everyone (including you) knows you're his girl?

The Wrong Tie 🔥-- Nanami x Reader AND Higuruma x Reader...Nanami and Higuruma make a mistake after fucking their wives in the same cupboard.

Why I love Nanami Kento

Yet Another Sex Pollen Fic, PART ONE 🔥💕

And...PART TWO 🔥💕 -- the reader has a problem... and only Nanami Kento can help her scratch the itch.

[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.

[elixirfromthestars]

Tangled Up In You

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Avenger!Reader

Summary: When you and Steve get tasked with decorating the living room of the Avengers Compound, it seems like the perfect opportunity to spend some time with your crush. However, a certain tangled mess of lights would prove to make decorating a bit more difficult than you had anticipated.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning(s): none. pure fluff. established nickname -> angel

Prompt/Event: @the-slumberparty december daze -> putting up christmas lights isn't as easy as it looks

a/n: And the secret is out! ₊˚⊹☆ This little winter drabble event was started because I wanted to do some gift giving for the holiday season. ˚୨୧⋆｡ So this fluffy fic is my holiday gift to you my dear Jo!! @neverthatsirius-jo ♡ I know how much you adore Steve, so I knew I had to write something for him just for you!! Thank you for reading! ₊˚⊹♡ Likes, comments, and reblogs are much appreciated!! ♡♡♡

main masterlist ♡ || fluffy winter drabbles masterlist ❆

You grumble an incoherence under your breath, stepping back and looking at the piles of cardboard boxes littering the living room of the Avengers Compound. Each one is filled with various holiday decorations you and Steve have been “tasked” adorning the living room with. 

Last night, during the team’s weekly game night, it was decided that the two people who lost the most games by the end of the night would be stuck with the responsibility of decorating the only undecorated room left in the Compound—the living room. 

Unfortunately—or maybe fortunately for you—you and Steve were the two losers of the night. You didn’t mind having to decorate on your day off, and you certainly didn’t mind spending the afternoon with Steve. He was one of your closest friends—a friend you have been secretly crushing on for months. You were hoping that this time together could help you muster up the courage to finally ask him out on a date.

Fingers crossed that, unlike last night, luck would be on your side when asking him. 

While Steve brought in the remaining boxes from the storage room, you were going through each of the cardboard boxes to try and get an idea of what you had to work with. This was your first holiday season at the Compound, so you didn’t have last year's decor to reference back on.

You make your way over to one of the larger cardboard boxes, one whose height goes up to your waist. You notice the word lights scribbled on the side of it in black permanent marker before you open it. Inside, as you expected, are an abundance of Christmas lights. All an extensive tangled web of cords and bulbs. You couldn’t tell how many sets of lights were inside, but you did know whoever stored them previously did so without a care in the world. Now, they were left in a mangled knot you’d have to find the patience to undo.

Maybe luck wasn’t on your side today…

You huff as you begin pulling the strands of lights out of the box. Your eyes go wider by the second as they appear to be never-ending. Almost as if you were pulling the lights from a magician’s hat, yards upon yards of string poured out. It made you wonder if Wanda had enchanted the box for it to have been able to fit so much.

By the time the box was empty, you were in the midst of the pile of lights, carefully trying to make a path by sweeping the cords on the ground with your foot. This backfires on you quickly as the cords end up around your ankles. When you try to free them, your wrists somehow end up joining in on the vine-like restriction.

The pattern of you trying to free yourself from the web of lights only to end up getting more entrapped by them continues until you can no longer discern where you start and where the lights end. You don’t know whether to laugh or cry at the ridiculous situation you have gotten yourself into.

“I think there’s only—” Steve's words freeze in midair along with himself as he walks into the living room and sees the predicament you’re in. The Christmas lights cover you from head to toe as if you had been decorating yourself in them. His eyes sparkle with amusement, but he keeps his lips in a tight line to stop himself from laughing. 

“Y/n, how did you…?”

“Please help.” 

Embarrassment bubbles within every ounce of you—to say the least—and with no dignified explanation of how you got like this, you look everywhere but at Steve. Staring intently at the ground when he sets down the boxes in his arms and carefully makes his way over to you. 

“I think you took out the lights Tony used last year to outline the roof. That’s why there’s so many of them,” Steve explains kindly as a way to make you feel better, delicately pulling at the lights around your body to find the ones easiest to take off of you first. Your eyes slowly make their way to meet his baby blue ones. Your embarrassment melts away at the gentle way he’s staring at you—no judgment in sight. However, you don’t miss the way the corners of his lips twitch as he holds back a smile.

“You can laugh, it's okay. This is pretty funny.”

“I’m not going to laugh at you, angel.” 

“Laugh with me then.”

The nickname he uses only for you is enough to bring a smile to your face, but when a few light chuckles leave his lips at your permission—your smile widens until your soft laughter joins his.

What happens next will forever be unexplainable to both of you. Somehow, in the midst of trying to untangle you, the string of lights find themselves around Steve’s chest constricting his movement. You try to help him, but you’re not in the best position to. So from here on out, you go back and forth trying to help one another only to end up enveloped further by the lights. 

You both laugh it off until you realize how close the lights have tangled you to each other. If you step any closer you’d be pressed up against Steve, the mere possibility sends your heart racing. Your nerves get the better of you, attempting to step back only to almost slip backward if it weren’t for Steve reaching out to catch you before you did. 

Ultimately, pressing you up against him so you wouldn’t fall. 

“You alright, angel?” He asks you tentatively, scanning you over as if you had fallen. 

You nod slowly, the words getting caught in your throat at his proximity. The scent of his cologne, an earthy spice that is mixed with something that is entirely him fills your senses, causing the butterflies in your stomach to flutter dreamily.

Your eyes gravitate to his lips and when they do his breath hitches. Your gaze shoots up to meet his and in his pretty blues you swear you see the same desire you hold. 

You’re dying to kiss him, and you think he is too.

Steve’s eyes lock on your lips, and that’s all the confirmation you need to gather the courage to pull him in for a kiss. It starts hesitant, yet sweet, both of you testing the waters of what it feels like to kiss one another. It doesn’t take long for Steve to deepen the kiss, wanting to pour his feelings for you out in the open. The dilemma of the lights is long forgotten as the kiss consumes all of your thoughts. 

The snapping sound of a phone camera isn’t enough to break the kiss, but the flash that follows it is. You look over to see Bucky smirking proudly at the sight of his best friend kissing you and Sam making fun of Bucky for not knowing how to take a photo without the flash on. 

“Seriously, you two?” Steve shakes his head at his friends, his cheeks rosy with a hint of bashfulness at the way his best friends are acting. You can feel your face getting hot as well, knowing there was no way you were ever going to live down getting tangled up in Christmas lights with Steve. 

As for the picture of the kiss…you were definitely going to ask Bucky for a copy later.

When you tune back into their conversation, Sam has a shit-eating grin on his face, “You should make that this year's Christmas card.” 

“Sam!”

You giggle at Sam’s teasing and at Steve’s attempt at scolding him. Steve seems mortified until he notices the way you don’t seem to mind the teasing. He stares at you with a fond expression, wanting more than anything to be alone with you again.

“Don’t you two have chores to do? Y/n and I are kind of busy here,” Steve motions to the web of lights that cover you and him from head to toe. Despite that, the twinkle of mischief in Sam’s eyes tells you he’s not done with either of you yet. 

“Kissing or decorating?”

“Sam!”

After a few more rounds of teasing that leave Steve wondering when the earth will swallow him whole, Sam and Bucky finally retreat—leaving him alone with you once more.

“I’m sorry about that. I’ll make it up to you angel—I promise,” Steve apologizes to you, an endearing embarrassment on his features. You shake your head with a soft smile, intending to tell him not to worry about it until an idea pops into your head. 

“How about you make it up to me tomorrow? We can check out that new coffee place down on Orchard if you’d like,” you suggest, your heart beating wildly in your chest as you await his answer. He lights up at your suggestion, “I’d love to. It’s a date then?” That last part comes out as a whispered question, wondering if you’d see it the same way he did. 

“It’s a date,” you confirm, moving against the restricting lights enough to place a soft kiss on his cheek. 

So it seems luck was on your side all along after all.

[strykingback]

Location: A Few Minutes Outside of New Forde Village, Aglaia Forest, Brumel.

Time: 2:00 PM Remnant Time Zone _____________

Zek was with Ergis and a few other Hunters as they were trying to make as much space as they could to create a path to the village for any surrounding villages near New Forde in case if they were coming for the Holiday festival they were hosting.

"Thank you for coming along with us, Mr. Sunna! I know that your mother really put you up to a lot today but I am certain you'll get it done"

Which Zek smiled a bit. "Its not a problem. After all I need to work as hard as ever if we are going to get Forde Village back to where it is." He replied with a few gasps from the other hunters.

"As expected from the Legendary Sniper himself!!!"

"Gods! I wish you were my teacher so I can be a better Hunter like you!!!"

"Praise be to the brothers grimm!!!"

The hunters would all cheer while Zek would sheepishly rub the back of his head with a bit of a chuckle coming from him. Until Ergis would start barking catching the scent of something as he started to run.

"Ah! Ergis!!!" Zek said running after the Brumelian Wolf dog and with the hunters following Zek in return. Which the wolf dog would lead the group towards a rocky section which they would stop. "Ergis! You can't just run off like that boy! Gods, you could've been killed or- .......Oh my lord...." The sniper would scold at first before noticing something with the group of hunters approaching and looking at it with shock.

OST: A Discovery!!!

"A HOTSPRING!?!?!"

They all said in unison, while Ergis had a prideful look on his face panting happily waiting for some pets. Which Zek would pet the dog happily ruffling his fur. "Good boy, Ergis!!!!"

"Aaaaahh... Ergis does it again!"

"We need to tell the village elder about this!!!

"Hmm.. what concerns me most is what about those who are more sensitive to cold....."

The group all said without Zek which he smiled thinking about the event next week.