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Human Alastor! Reader is his horny victim
Reader: so are we gonna go somewhere more private?
Alastor: I was thinking we could head to my cabin in the woods. That way no one will hear your screams
Reader: oooo… ok… I’ll be as loud as you want me to be baby
They get there and Alastor throws a tarp on the ground*
Reader: oh you like to make a mess don’t you?
Alastor points to the tarp: lie down
Reader: anything you say
Reader lies down on tarp while Alastor starts sharpening a knife*
Reader: what you gonna do with that?
Alastor: you’ll see
Reader: ok
Alastor: you’re going to taste divine
Reader: you are so sexy when you talk like that
Alastor sits on them and pins their wrists with one hand*
Reader: this is my ultimate fantasy
Alastor: then I’ll make it slow
Reader smiles*
Alastor pulls out knife*
Reader: wait…
Headcanon that when Alastor gets truly close with someone he has this toxic trait where he will tell them to go away, he will insult them, he will act like he’s mad at them when they get him show emotions in front of others. And then… he’ll get mad they went away, felt hurt or decided they didn’t want to deal with him anymore because clearly he ACTUALLY meant the opposite and they should know him better and they are selfish for not being with him 24/7
Alastor bursts into readers room*
Alastor: you better have a good explanation for avoiding me
Reader: what? You asked me to leave you alone
Alastor: of course but you weren’t supposed to actually do it. You haven’t talked to me in a week
Reader: you told me not to talk to you!
Alastor: again! You should know I never meant it. And now you are hanging out with Lucifer to make me angry
Reader: YOU LITERALLY SAID GO HANG OUT WITH LUCIFER INSTEAD BECAUSE HE IS THE ONE WHO IS ACTUALLY LONELY
Alastor: but I didn’t actually expect you to!
Reader: Alastor! Do you think I can READ MINDS!?!?
whos gonna tell him theyre absolutely all allowed and encouraged to pick on him based on post under cut:
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Fanfic idea!
What if Vox comes into contact with Lucifer who is a criminal defense attorney because someone has claims he was the murderer of a colleague in the entertainment business.
While trying to sort out Vox's case, Lucifer comes into contact with Alastor who he stumbles at a wrong time of seeing him getting rid of a body. Instead of running away immediately, does he leave his card in Alastors hand for "Incase you get caught" kind of way to keep his business running.
In shock, does Alastor takes an interest on Lucifer. Showing up at random times, finding it unfathomable that Lucifer isn't going to the cops like any sane person would do. While being around Lucifer, he gets small bits of information on the case he's working on.
Lucifer doesn't let out too much information, a law and rule about keeping clients information sealed shut. Though, wanting to keep Vox out of lifetime imprisonment, he asks for what clues or things that would go against Vox and what he should prepare for so he can deflect it. Which Alastor provides answers with, finding it all amusing. Both in Lucifer and whoever he is trying to advocate for.
It was one day where the witness claims they have proof that Lucifer calls Vox to talk about anything that the witness could have. It just so happens Alastor shows up at the same exact bar 'unexpectedly' (really he wants to see the dimwit that Lucifer is so focused on). Once Alastor and Vox meet, do they both pause in their questioning on eachother that they realize the other are not innocent as they claim to be.
Serial killer meeting Serial killer. An odd chance of this happening. Not wanting his attorney to be killed, does Vox linger around Lucifer more. On that note, the more Vox and Alastor see eachother. Which has turned to Alastor tsking at the amateurity of Vox's experience while he reluctantly teaches some advice to him. Which Vox takes and can't help but want more.
All the while Lucifer now knows these two are not innocent and tries to keep them away from any law enforcement. Tired of these two but they also bring in clients for his daughter who is a prosecutor and also the one who he is against in court.
(If any smut, pls make Vox a bottom...yes I know im obsessed with bottom Vox...I can also do switch Vox too fyi)
MurderMedia to Radiostatic
Here's a fanfic idea from a dreamish night. What if Alastor and Vincent were out in the woods dumping a body from a successful hunt only to hear a woman screaming close by. Thinking that their cover is blown, they go looking for her only to see a heavily pregnant lady trying to hide. She was going in labor and she was babbling about how the baby daddy took her here trying to kill her but managed to escape and that he's still out there looking for her.
While Alastors moral code didn't go to harming new life but not caring all the same, he demands Vincent to help through the labor while he goes and hunt the baby daddy. Vincent is in a panic, not knowing what to do but he tries his best. The baby finally gets to delivered but the woman passes away. So here stands Vincent with a newborn in hand in shock.
Alastor comes back from successfully hunting the man only coming back with a few cuts and bruises. He takes care of the bodies as he wishes not to touch the little gremlin so Vox is the one in charge of it all. Once they get rid of the bodies do they realize they can't go to any authority about this predicament and because the baby isn't white passing, the child will go through hell.
While Alastor doesn't have a heart for kids, he let's Vincent keep it. Throughout their life, they raise the child in secret, becoming closer and closer. Alastor manages to have a soft spot on the child and Vincent took it in stride in being a father that he wished he had.
This is when they go to Radiostatic
Time passes and they get find out and the whole town went to raid their hideout, killing them all. In Hell, do Alastor and Vox find eachother. Trying to reconnect but something feels off. Alastor doesn't want to think about the child anymore, already accepting that they won't be able to see them and Vox is still in grieving and finding Alastors nonchalant as someone who doesn't care. Without the child, the two's relationship fails.
Season two, Vox's whole plan to take on heaven was to see his child once more. And in being captive Alastor has noticed that even if Vox didn't verbally say it.
He sees how damaged Vox is without their child. And watching him fail, and being one of the person to make him fail does Alastor realize that his love for Vox wants him to make foolish decisions so...he continues with the hotel to manipulate his way to get their child back so Vox can have them once more.
OR
Alastor does his very best to try to find another way to get Vox emotionally attached to another child where they can raise them how they want without any secrecy. And finding that connection with another child hurts Vox. At first pushing it away, nothing compares to his original child but Alastor insists. Making sure the toddler steals Vox's attention as Alastor plays the role of protecter, making sure nothing ruins this relationship.
In both endings, Vox has a child in his arm with Alastor next to them.
(If anyone wants to make this fanfic plssss tell me so I can read it- and if u do make it I would prefer Top Alastor and bottom Vox if u go through this route.)
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sukuna + blowjobs
ryomen sukuna x male reader
sukuna loves watching you tremble and whine underneath him. he loves seeing the way your thighs twitch, hands clenching and unclenching at your sides like you were resisting the urge to grab his hair or shoulders.
your brows were furrowed tight, head tilted back against the pillows as you bite back groans and whimpers. he was surprised you were staying this quiet, though that only pushed him to try harder.
his lips were wrapped around your cock, tongue lapping circles around your shaft. his skills never lacked then so why are you so quiet now?
he pulls off, a soft pop heard throughout the room, you instantly look down, sukunas eyes boring straight into yours.
his lower set of hands held your thighs down, limiting you from moving or escaping, not like you would try and leave anyway.
one of his upper hands trailed up your stomach, chest, arms, touching anywhere your skin was revealed. sukunas voice was low, his face carrying a scowl.
“why are you holding back?”
you breathe heavily, chest rising and falling in your peripherals, missing the feel of his mouth around you already.
“..what?”
sukuna only narrows his eyes at this, trying not to scoff at your obliviousness, brows furrowing in disbelief and annoyance.
“why are you so quiet tonight? you’re normally all about this.”
he motions down at your dick, which was standing patiently, a drop of pre cum slipping down.
oh.
he wanted you to be more vocal? you honestly never thought he cared all that much..
sukunas hands gripped your thighs tighter, trying to coax a response out of you. his lower set of eyes watching the pre slide down your shaft in amusement.
“well?”
you swallow, trying to steady yourself enough to actually form words, sukunas mouth had been giving you a run for your money.
“I.. I wasn’t really paying attention to that..”
sukuna doesn’t reply instantly, leaning down and licking straight up your shaft, base to the tip, his tongue warm and wet against your most sensitive area.
you felt your breath hitch, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood, low muffled groan leaving your throat. thats when sukunas hand comes up, flicking your forehead.
“don’t do that. I want to hear you.”
he mutters gruffly, a small annoyed frown on his face.
you release your lip, hands gripping the sheets of his bed, hoping that’ll appease him.
he doesn’t make another demand so you assumed he was fine, he only brought his head back down, taking you all in at once.
sukuna was weirdly good at blowjobs. he hadn’t ever spoke of who he’d bed before you so you weren’t sure how much experience he had.. but he certainly was skilled.
it wasn’t just the mouth on his face that was skilled either, he regularly pleasured you with the one on his stomach as well.
he enjoyed laying on top of you, crushing you with his sheer size while the mouth on his stomach sucked you off. he would simply stare at you, all four eyes watching you with an intensity that bordered on obsessive.
you couldn’t even focus on that right now, both of sukunas upper arms trailing up your torso, hands groping at your pecs all while your cock was shoved down his throat.
sukuna never gagged or choked either, in fact his throat was so relaxed it seemed like second nature to him.
who knew the king of curses was so good at sucking dick?
all you could do was lay there while he devoured you, working his mouth around you. one of his hands come up, pointer finger and thumb gently massaging your balls.
his head bobbed slowly, like he was savoring you, dragging this moment on. sukuna loved being difficult, he liked wearing you down, making you beg, though he also liked seeing you in so much pleasure it broke you.
one of his favorite looks on you was when you were at your breaking point, sweating and shaking while he denies you your orgasm for the nth time that night.
it made something in his stomach twist, the sight of you almost making him breathless. he didn’t know what was so different about you but you made something in his chest tighten, warmth spreading through his body with just your touch.
sukuna bobbed his head faster, thumb pressing down on your sack, wanting to drive you to the edge again, his nails were digging into your thigh, the feeling of them breaking skin making you groan.
sukuna seemed to like this, groaning against you, the sound sending vibrations up your spine and more heat directly to your lower half.
his mouth was warm and soft, it felt so good, almost too good. everything about sukuna felt good.
his hands on your pecs groped away, moving to pinch at your nipples. his fingers were huge, much bigger than yours. every part of sukuna was bigger than you.
“fuck, sukuna..”
you groan out through clenched teeth, trying to buck your hips up against his hold. he only chuckles, swirling his tongue around your tip, tongue slipping in between your leaky slit.
his touch was addicting, burning your skin with every little movement of his fingers. your legs felt swallowed by his hands, his palm covering the majority of your thigh.
sukuna could feel you throbbing in his mouth, the heavy weight of you on his tongue making him twitch in his own pants.
all the sudden sukuna pulls you down closer to him your body semi pressed against his. you could feel his own erection against your thigh, the stiffness sending a jolt of heat through your body.
you were sure you were dripping into his mouth by now, his spit and your pre mixing and sliding down your shaft, it would’ve been pooling on your stomach and balls if it wasn’t for sukuna’s tongue slurping up every drop.
you could feel the pleasure growing and growing, unable to help the noises that escaped your throat. the noises only turned sukuna on more, wanting to get as much of a reaction out of you as possible.
his hands were traveling all over you, fingers trailing over the planes of your muscles, tracing out the pattern of your veins.
sukunas head was moving up and down your cock quickly, too lost in the feeling of pleasing you to slow down. his hand on your balls never stopping, massaging and moving them around in his fingers.
sukunas pace was always fast. he was relentless, insatiable. he was constantly going with a roughness and speed that neared unbearable.
his hands slide back up your shoulders, fingers dragging down your chest, pin pricks of blood bubbling up in their wake.
you could barely hold on, sukunas touch mixed with his mouth and everything he was doing was overwhelming you.
it was too much, yet not enough. you could never get enough of sukuna.
his eyes stare up at you, the deep crimson matching that of your face. the warmth almost burning your skin, you were sure the rest of you body matched it.
you whimper shamelessly, unable to hold back anymore, this only egged sukuna on further, his head bobbing at a punishing pace.
his tongue was about to make you cry, the way it wrapped around you and savored you was making your brain fuzzy, swirling around your shaft and head like he was dehydrated and you were the only liquid.
the pleasure was intense, all you could do was take it, take it and hope you survived because sukuna was intense. he always was. if you couldn’t keep up with his pace you wouldn’t have made it this far.
“sukuna- i can’t!”
you whine out breathlessly, face pressing into the mattress. he still doesn’t respond, taking his time to push you closer and closer, the heat in your stomach expanding.
one of his hands press flat against your abdomen, lightly pressing down earning an easy groan from you as you jerk beneath him, the pleasure slowly consuming you.
for a moment all you could see was white, back arching up the best you could while he held you down.
sukuna could feel your tip hit the back of his throat, your cum shooting down his throat in thick ropes, warm and sticky as they coat his throat.
his mouth didnt leave you yet, still moving up and down, tongue still circling you, though slower now, gentler in his own way, but “gentle” for sukuna wasn’t really a thing.
your hands weakly push at him, gripping at his hair to get him off, the stimulation too much on your softening cock. sukuna only continues sucking away, looking lost in his own pleasure, as if sucking your dick made him feel good.
after a few grueling seconds he pulls off, hand sliding to grab your base, his head leaning down and licking whatever slipped between his lips, not letting a single drop of you go to waste.
the sound of his lips slurping against your shaft made your cheeks flush, whining in embarrassment as you try and scoot away, sukuna’s hand holding you down.
“sukuna.. cmon..”
you mumble out, letting out shaky breaths as he finally releases you.
your dick flopped back against your stomach, completely spent, the sheen layer of spit from sukuna making your face heat up further.
speaking of sukuna, the man crawled up, hovering over you with a sharp grin, his hand coming up to grip your face tightly.
his lips smashed against your, the taste of you filling your mouth, sukunas tongue slipping through your lips, claiming the rest of you entirely.
your hands come up, weakly grabbing onto his biceps, doing your best to kiss him back all while coming down from your high.
your eyes flutter shut, simply letting sukuna explore your mouth again, the way he had done hundreds of times.
he pulls back after a moment, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. his hot breath fanning your lips as you feel a wetness on you again, glancing down to see the mouth on his stomach sucking away at you.
you groan, overstimulation starting to kick in as you shake your head, trying to bear the feeling of his other mouth savoring you now. sukuna’s grin never falters as he speaks, voice a little hoarse from having sucked you dry.
“again…?”
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holy shit bro the true form sukuna panel has made me feral.
im gonna be posting so much sukuna🤤
There's something about Alastor being really bad in bed despite being the most sexualized character in the fandom that humors me.
I don't know why, but that's what I always think, even if I don't say it out loud. 😆
Warm
AppleMedia which contains Enigma Lucifer, Alpha Alastor and Alpha Vox.
NSFW, Warning: noncon in a way, internalized homophobia mentioned and so on and forth
The first one is here
idk if this is cringe buttttt
Male reader is Voxs ex and he cheated on Vox but again Vox DOES NOT CARE! If he was ever in love he’d never care what they did. But anyway years after the break up they run into each other somewhere (Vox definitely wasn’t stalking) and they have weird hypnosis sex?
-The guy who stole the duck from Lu
Sadly the duck was stolen back by a weird clown, but your work will never be forgotten, my guy 💔
ANYWAYS WAAAAAAA COOL REQUEST!!! I GET A CHANCE TO WRITE HYPNOKINK!!!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU You deserve all the ducks in the world!1!1!1!1!
TW: smut, hypnosis, kinda ncn? it's kinda weird dunno what to call it, Vox being a desperate delusional bitch for affection, basically yandere Vox, fucking in an alley, Reader being a bitch desperate for financial security.
KIIIIDS GO AWAY PLEASE!!!! CHECK OUT THE DUCK SONG, IT'S SOOO COOL!1!1!1!
Cursed Cat Alastor comics
sorry if this is a little off from the usual but may i request headcanons on the vees x reader who's really bad/clumsy with technology? like, constantly giving off little shocks, any wire they touch catches fire, like their very existence is an electrical hazard...
The Vees X Reader that's Bad with Technology
A/N: Back at it again! Hahaha hoo boy pray for me
Velvette:
Initially, Velvette is horrified by your little curse. She showed you a meme exactly once and that resulted in her phone being turned into a useless metal brick that she couldn't turn back on. You are allowed nowhere near her devices, and especially not in her studio!
Then, it comes to her when she's having a drunken doomscroll at three in the morning. An opinion passes by her feed that definitely looks like it was written by a twelve year old parroting information they had heard from other people who also had no idea what they were talking about, and she's infuriated. Hell is mostly adults anyway, why should she have to see the opinions of a child? Velvette wanted vengeance, she wanted justice for her ruined eyes.
Then, she called you.
"Babe, can you go over to this address and just stand in front of their house?"
"Why?"
"Just...trust me."
Their internet never turned back on, and she sees you as a blessing. An angel of righteousness, sent from above to help her. You are cancel culture incarnate.
Valentino:
You were hired as an intern, and one of Valentino's favorites at that. He finds you adorable, cooing at you and scritching under your chin like you're a kitten. Even though you begged him to choose a different position, he insisted. A smaller role looked good on you, especially when the higher-ups yelled at you and you looked like you wanted to yell back and cry. Oh, it was delicious, and Valentino wouldn't have it any other way.
Only half a day passed before your coworkers were begging him to step in. They only had two seconds of footage saved, because you walked too close to the computers and it all deleted at once. Even the footage itself would have been bad, with all the lighting disasters and the faulty microphone. The only thing left was Angel Dust mid-blink.
"Sir, please, send them out of the room! Put them anywhere else! Please! The studio is literally on fire."
"No, let them be. It's cute."
"What?!"
Valentino finds it adorable, how you stumble around like a fawn taking its' first steps. And as your coworkers get more and more frustrated, he lets your distress escalate so that he can be the one to wipe away your tears.
Vox:
Vox is staying away from your ass at all costs. Originally, when you two meet, Vox knows the overheating in his system and the racing of his circuits. Yup, this was attraction. A weird feeling, but one he was becoming more familiar with.
He starts to flirt with you, going to approach with a smarmy smile. "Hell-"
Then he bluescreens. Trapped in his own head, swimming in bright blue with no way out. Vox could see the outside, he could see what his body was doing, but he couldn't control it. He couldn't fix it. And as his body collapsed, he felt the sting of the ground. That was a terrifying experience, and Vox does not want to repeat it.
He tries to keep you occupied like an adult might distract a baby. He'll jingle his keys in front of your face and toss them across the room. Hell, he'll get you a plastic toy phone if it meant you stopped touching his.
Vox's job, Vox's entire existence relies too much on technology for your presence. But he'll certainly watch you from a distance and physically work out his feelings. The cameras may be blurry when they're focused on you, but it's close enough.
I am once again incredibly predictable with the au tropes I like
I fell down the StaticApple rabbit hole and somehow arrived at "Vox makes a deal with the royal family after his breakup with Alastor in exchange for power and accidentally discovers the power of love"
also this would technically be Lucifer/Lilith/Vox, since at this point they're still in a happy marriage - Vox just gets to be included. idk what the ship name for that is, so I've been tentatively going with RoyalStatic??
the main focus of the au is Charlie and Vox though (bc again, I am predicable in the tropes and dynamics I enjoy)
it's never been confirmed, I don't think, but I read somewhere that canon!Charlie is a couple hundred years old in the show, so this definitely falls in au territory - she'd be born much later & is still a toddler when Vox is taken into the royal household
he's kind of an all around personal assistant/PR manager, but a lot of his day is taken up with being Charlie's live-in nanny
Oh man. I asked about requests the other day and instantly forgot all the ideas I had 😭
Tis the season, so may I please request some good ol Vincent and how he and his boyfriend spend their first christmas together (trans masc bf, if you feel like you could write that 👀)? A lil scenario, or headcanons? Idk, like, what kind of gifts he might get him, or activities/events they might attend?
Idk, go wild! I'm just excited to read more of your writing! 😁
Thank you in advance, and happy holidays to you!
~ Kai :]
(shark onesie Vince made by vanethealpacca again) You're so kind! Don't worry, I haven't forgotten your earlier request for having the reader steal Vince's stuff, and I've got something planned for that in my back pocket. But in the meantime, here's a little Christmassy something I hope you'll like (it's not explicitly trans reader, but it could be read that way)!
Clingy Christmas 🎄📺
CW: Dangerous amounts of fluff, cuddling, and Vox being possessive
Last night, while you were diligently decorating your tree with red and green spheres, Vincent was supposed to be helping. Instead, he was covering a brand-new murder case on the news (again), which meant his shift was running late (on Christmas eve!), which meant that you'd fallen asleep on the living room couch, waiting for him.
When you woke up, your boyfriend's head of dark-brown-and-sporadic-silver tufts was nestled comfortably on your shoulder, with your pajama tee being the only thing separating your skin from his. He was snuggled up beside you at an awkward angle; that's what it took to lean his face against you, considering he was a good deal taller than you.
When on Earth had he gotten here..?
Your spine was stiff from sleeping while sitting, and you were in desperate need of a stretch. You tried your best to slink out from beneath your boyfriend without waking him up, but the second you began to pull away, he draped his arm across your body and pulled you closer. He made a little murmuring noise as he drifted between sleep and wakefulness. “Hey-yy," he sing-songed, his breath warming your neck. "Mornin', baby."
Your heart melted at how adorable he sounded. You momentarily forgot your mission and sank your head back against the couch. "Good morning, Vinny. Did you sleep well?"
"Mm," was his response, as he nuzzled the crook of your neck.
He seemed to drift off again, so you tried again to gently push him off. It was a nice try, but Vincent whipped his head off of you like you'd just squeezed his ass. "You tryna go somewhere?"
God, he was so hopelessly clingy. "I'm not going anywhere."
He rested his cheek back on you. "Good. Stay right here 'n just... Cuddle for a while," he said. His voice was doing that rather rare and precious thing, wherein he was less demanding and more begging. "It's the season of cuddling, isn't it? At least, that's what half the songs say, or... Some shit like that..."
You restrained a chuckle. "Vince, it’s time we got up."
"Oh, pretty please?" he said. "You're warm... 'N I had a long night... 'N I'm still sleepy..."
"Uh-huh," you scolded, "Serves you right, coming home to me so late."
“Aw, don’t be mad at me, baby," he pleaded. His voice was verging on apologetic. "I had a hot story to cover."
You scowled at his excuse. "Mm. On Christmas Eve."
"Urgh... Fine...”
“Fine, what?”
He inhaled. “I’m… Sowwy," he relented, in a baby-voice.
“That’s better,” you said, and rewarded him with a forehead kiss.
Vincent's constant need to be touched and/or touching was one of your favorite things about him. He was some big-shot, beloved, untouchable media personality now- sure- but deep down, he had an intense fear of abandonment that manifested in a need for incessant snuggles. And you were ecstatic that you were the only person alive that knew that.
His touch? His hands? His mouth? Reserved for you.
You craned your neck to get a better view of his face. Sleep had been threading his words, and morning was heavy on his lids. His blue and green eyes owl-blinked once, and you burst into giggles.
Your hand gently tilted his face up so he'd meet your gaze. "C'mon," you said, thumbing over the little dimple in his chin. "You don't wanna sleep through Christmas morning, do ya?"
His eyes settled closed for a second, then snapped opened with new life. "Oh, fuck! It's Christmas morning!" he shouted, as if he'd only just realized what succeeds Christmas Eve. He sat upright, reminding you just how noticeable your height difference was. "Merry Christmas, y/n!" he said, peppering your face in little kisses.
"Vin, stop it, it tickles!" you giggled, your palm against his chest. His face turned pink; God, you loved how easily this man blushed- and how you had him in the palm of your hand. "So," you said, tugging at the collar of his great-white-shark pajama, "I hope you remembered yesterday to get me something."
He pressed one more kiss to your face, then mumbled into your cheek, "Check your stocking, pretty-boy."
You smirked as you slid off the couch and turned to the fireplace. Your stocking itself was empty, hanging limply off its hook- But the hook itself was holding up a brand-new and obviously expensive suit. It was navy, with a matching bowtie, and delicate golden embroidery on the cuffs of the sleeves and buttons. Beside you, you heard the clicking of Vincent's glasses as he unfolded them and slid them onto his face to spectate your reaction.
"Do you like it?" he asked, crossing his arms as he studied you. When you didn't answer right away, he answered for you. "You hate it. Oh, fuck- I knew I shouldn't have... Look, it's just, chicks really like it when you buy them clothes, and I've only ever dated chicks before, and I know that you're not a chick, but I st-"
"Vincent, Vincent! Shut up!" you interrupted his train of thought. "I love it."
His worried expression dissipated. "You do?" he asked, an adorable little sparkle glittering in his eyes.
"Yes! Are you kidding me? Oh, it's the prettiest suit I've ever seen..."
He started to relax as he watched you trace the embroidery on one of the sleeves. "The prettiest suit for the prettiest boy," he said, ruffling your hair. "I wanna see you in that on date night, by the way."
"Oh, yeah?" you smirked. "I bought you somethin' to wear for date night, too." You gave him a little shove closer to the fireplace. "Well, aren't you gonna check your stocking?"
Vincent reached nearly half his arm into his stocking before his fingers brushed the gift you'd gotten him. He pulled it out, and morning light glinted against the face of his new gold watch, the second-hand ticking quietly against the Roman numerals. A tiny silhouette of a shark was engraved on the back of the watch's face.
"Whoa- This is- How did you even..?" he gave you the biggest smile, "This is amazing!"
"Mhm. Just like you," you praised, sliding his free hand into yours. "And this way, you can keep track of the hour, and come home to me on time."
He chuckled. "Alright, alright. Promise I won't ki..." his eye twitched momentarily, "...Cover news on Christmas Eve again."
You raised your eyebrows at him. "Well, good," you said, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Now, if you'll notice, I've ingeniously placed the mistletoe right above where you're standing."
Vincent glanced above him, smiled, and looked back at you with a slyly quirked eyebrow. "Clever man."