Red, green, blue, white, and yellow icing, was on Dabi’s lips, having already ate a few of the freshly baked and decorated gingerbread cookies that left a sweet yet spicy aroma in the air. You were a master baker and chef, especially when it came to your gingerbread that you didn’t even tell Dabi your recipe. It was his favorite part about this year’s Christmas, and the one before, and the one before. He was a sucker for this.
The Villain watched you squeeze the icing onto the little gingerbread men, little pink tongue poked out from between your lips to the side, brows furrowed. It was cute, your little face all scrunched up and concentrated. It made a smirk curl onto his icing-coated lips. He leaned down over you, his chest against your back and hands on your lips. Pressing his lips to your cheek, he whispered against your skin.
”You look all cute like that.”
The man purrs, icing now on your cheek in the shape of his lips as he pulled away. Hooded eyes focused on your face, before looking down at the cookies you’d been working on.
He couldn’t believe it was Christmas, almost the new year.