#taps my fingers evilly together

[markthemannequin]

Happy valentines day, mark! Ya got anything planned for holiday?

A few things, sure! Not gonna tell y'all cause you'll spoil the surprise, but..

[mixology-expert]

…Dusk lets him go, frowning a bit.

“…See you when you get off work, then…”

...Mix is already long gone...

[calciferstims]

con: anyways yeah I think izzy would have a snake for a pet-

me, immediately latching on to any potential themes I could use for blorbo content: nice!!! anyways time to make this his entire personality- *aggressively saves every single snake gif I can find to my drafts*

[hiro-of-hyrule]

>:)

[kellterntempest]

What if Hell was super fucking muggy. Humidity up the roof. muck, swampy marshes of unknown viscera and blood. it's too humid for fire.

Absolutely horrible

[gumixin]

You're taking doodle requests *taps finger together evilly* Okay! Can you do Ink and Killer just hanging out? You can interpret that how you would like 😎.

THIS WAS SO FUN TO DRAW!!! thank you for the request <3 my english is bad, sorry for that!!

[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you hate remus lupin, and he hates you. what happens when you get stuck in a lift together?

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 six months ago!!!!! 𖦹 enemies to ?? 𖦹 fem!reader 𖦹 he's such a dick in this 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 1k

prologue / hour 5 << pt. 7 -- six months ago >> hour 6

༻¨*:· 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐎 ·:*¨༺

Walking into the house, you immediately feel a pair of eyes on you. Mary told you to dress nice, so you did exactly that.

"Fancy. Got your pearls on and everything," Your stalker mocks.

You're not in the mood, "Best you could do is a tweed blazer, Lupin?"

"Didn't you bring a present?" He quirks his eyebrow.

"I gave it to him at work," You glare at Remus, "Where's your present?"

Remus taps his chin, pretending to think, "I gave it to him at the get-together we had for his real friends."

Your heart sinks. 'Real friends.' You're one of Sirius's friends.  Right?

"Holy shit!" Remus laughs, "I'm only kidding. Shoulda' seen your face—fuckin' priceless."

You harrumph, crossing your arms, "Whatever."

You continue walking into the sitting room; he follows. Remus is unsure why he's doing this—hassling you, lying to you, teasing you.

He hates himself for it.

Because you do look nice tonight, and you are wearing pearls, and he likes them. He's unsure how to tell you, so he just resorts to being a dick, and he hates himself for it. But, on the other hand, something about you just aggravates him to no end. The way you flaunt your pearls and how you smile at him after you've had one too many drinks. 

Something happened that first night you met, something he can't describe—just some gut feeling he had that began to blossom into a beautiful flower. 

Until he squashed it. 

He stomped on it, drowned it in water, destroyed it. Anything he could do to stunt its growth or, better yet, prevent it from growing at all.

"What's got you in a bad mood?" Sirius asks as you walk into the room, scowling.

You look behind you.

"Oh," Sirius says, putting two and two together in his already inebriated state, "Moons, c'mere. Stop being a twat."

Remus rolls his eyes and plops down onto a couch next to Lily. She whispers something to him, and he shoots her a look that says: 

'Lily Evans, shut the fuck up.'

She doesn't listen.

"Y/n," She coos, "You look lovely tonight. Doesn't she, Remus?" She looks over to the boy with a smirk.

His eye twitches, "I already told her."

You scoff, "He made fun of my pearls."

Lily frowns, turning to slap Remus on the arm. She whispers to him again—Remus rolls his eyes, "Sorry for making fun of your pearls." It's monotonous and void of emotion.

Sirius isn't happy that the attention is no longer on him, "As birthday boy," He interrupts, "I declare... shots!"

"Bud," James claps the boy on the back, "You already did shots. Three times."

Sirius laughs evilly, "I mean for you lot." He points around.

"I can't," You speak up, "I have to drive home."

Sirius pretends to yawn, draping himself over the loveseat like royalty, "Boring."

He snaps his fingers, "Wench," He points to James, "Fetch me the wine from the cellar. This instant!"

James sighs, "Pads, we don't have a cellar."

Sirius rolls his eyes, "You hath been bani-shed from thous royal gathering! Be off, wench!"

Yeah. Sirius is really drunk.

James says something. You're not quite sure what it is, but it triggers a riot of laughter, and suddenly your head hurts. It's pounding, and you step out onto the balcony.

You riffle through your purse, looking for your fix. You grab a cigarette and hold it in your mouth, continuing to look in your bag for a lighter. When you can't find one, you groan and turn around. 

"Looking for a light?"

You take the cigarette out of your mouth and sigh, "What are you doing here?"

"Well..." Remus quirks a brow, "I was invited here."

"I'm not in the mood, Lupin."

He groans, "You're never in the mood. Ever try having some fun?"

You roll your eyes. Hard. "I have fun all the time. You just bring the mood down." 

"I call bullshit," He tilts his head, "I think you're just no fun. A bland, lame, know-it-all who thinks she's everything she isn't," He squits at you, "And I think you know that. I think you try so hard to be the one everyone likes—the one they cherish. But deep down? Deep down, you know you're nothing. You're none of that, and you never will be."

"Fuck you," You sneer, "You know what I think about you? I think you're a miserable low-life with nothing better to do than bully someone who has done nothing wrong! You are pathetic, Remus Lupin. Pathetic!"

"I'm the pathetic one? Don't you live alone? Doesn't your neighbour hate you? Doesn't everyone at work talk behind your back? Didn't Sirius only befriend you out of pity?"

The unlit cigarette drops from your limp hand, "...What?"

"Remus!" James snaps.

And only then does Remus snap out of his aggressive temperament. His face is remorseful, and he opens his mouth.

"Save it, Lupin." You push past him.

"Happy birthday, Sirius. Have a good one, everybody." You say, grabbing your shoes—you can't bear being in this flat one second longer, but an arm stops you.

"Don't go."

"Sirius," You sigh, "Let me go."

"No. He's gonna go. He's gonna go to James's and stay there for the night. You stay."

You turn to look at him with tears in your eyes, "I feel pathetic," You whisper, "I can't stay here."

"Then they can all leave," He whispers back.

You shake your head, "I'll just go home."

"Don't go," He pleads, "It's my birthday."

"You'll live."

"At least let me drive you home."

You wetly laugh, "Sirius, you can barely stand up. I'm not letting you drive."

"I'm friends with you because I like you. Not out of pity."

"I know, Sirius. Thank you." You hug the boy and kiss him on the cheek before turning and leaving.

"Well, you royally fucked that one up, Moony," James says.

"Yeah. Nice going, idiot," Lily adds.

"Party's over. Thank you all for coming. Remus, get out of my sight before I beat the living daylights out of you."

*evil laughs*

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[tastefulyongbokie]

Yellow Pencil ; FELIX x READER ; MINORS DNI !

LEGEND …

🎬Rating - 🖤Pairing - 🎀Genre - ⚠️Warnings

🖤Non-idol!Felix x Fem!Reader, established relationship

🎀fluff, sickeningly sweet smut

🎬 explicit, oneshot

⚠️ SMUT, pervert reader tbh sleepy morning sex, soft dom Felix, probs the sweetest smut you’ll read, neck kisses, hickeys, marking, obsessive nature (just squint), body worshipping, oral sex (f receiving), reader gets emotional during sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), tiny bit of overstimulation, creampie, fluffy aftercare

Synopsis : a singular pencil lended to you in highschool started this friendship that became a long lasting relationship.

A/N: I thought about this while working and I had a yellow led pencil in my hand lmao

“ah! F-fuck! Felix!” a loud moan ripped through your throat as Felix pounded into your tight hole.

“say my name again baby” he said as the grip he had in your hips was so tight. You felt you mind going numb from the way he pushed your legs up to your chest and continued to pound you into the mattress. Each thrust had you riding up the bed. Your head was foggy all you could focus on was his deep groans that had you clenching around his cock. His hand was brought over to your slicked juicy cunt. His fingers began to rub your clit sending electric shocks through your body. A bright light was in your eyes.

The Morning sun flooded through the white curtains draping over the window sill. The brightness bouncing off of the curtains and onto the duvet that had two love birds tangled into one another. Soon enough the sun glared right onto a certain someone’s eyes. You whined as y eyes slowly opened to see a freckled face. He let out a groan from the light hitting his face, almost waking him. He did not want to get up. He wanted to lay in your embrace til death. Unfortunately that’s impossible which is why he cherishes each moment with you. Hearing his deep groan made you slowly open your eyes from the most pleasant dream you were witnessing. You were just having a wet dream about the angel laying right in front of you. Another one of his groans leave his mouth making you bite your lip and rub your thighs together feeling wet pool form between your legs. You let out a whine as you cuddled further into his chest wrapping your legs around his. Your hips gently rutted against his leg in a desperate attempt to get pleasurable satisfaction. You're such a pervert. Being so dirty next to the boy that never did anything like this to you. He respected your space and always have. Even before you two dated he put a barrier for himself not to think like a hormonal teenager. You on the other hand are being desperate and perverted. Felix would have never guessed handing you that yellow pencil in school would get him where he is today. You kept thinking from that moment on when you two got closer, you thought about your first time and so much more. Your thighs getting tighter around his own your quiet whines were cut off by a hand gripping your hips and a deep voice whispered in your ear.

“if my baby was so desperate, why didn't she wake me hm? ” he raised a brow and nibbled on your ear lobe. Your face turned completely red not uttering a word. Felix's hand gripped your ass and tilted his head.

“Keep going baby, I wanna see how much of a whore you make yourself for me” he said. His morning voice was so hot, ragged, tired and dragged out. His thick Australian accent and his voice lowering a few octaves than normal. It had you weak, you pathetically rutted against him making his chuckle. He flipped you over onto your back as his hands travelrd from your thighs and up to your cheeks.

“pretty baby embarrassed now? ” he smirked evilly knowing damn well what effect he has on you. His hands traveled up the white t-shirt you had on. He caressed each part of your body underneath before fully removing it. He placed kisses from your tummy all the way up to the black laced bra you had on.

“so so so pretty baby.. All mine yea? ” he smirked as you nodded and he unclipped your bra removing it from the bed completely as he leaned down to give your breasts attention they've needed. Kissing and sucking on your nipples. Whispering the sweetest things to you as he did so. He left hickies around your breast and a few on your tummy.

“all mine” he murmured and kissed up to your lips. His collieded with yours. Soon your tongues were in each other's mouth. He rubbed up and down your hips giving them a gentle squeeze from time to time before he pulled away from you. He was such a God. He was beautiful no matter what. Little do you know that's how he sees you too. He kissed down your lips to your neck to your breast to your thighs to meet the damp black laced under wear you had on. He couldn't help himself but to bury his nosy into the plush wet cloth. He smirked as he felt how wet it was. How he could smell your juicys practically dripping. He licked a stripe up the clothing and pulled them off. You slightly shivered at the way the cold air hit your warm soaking pussy. Felix bit his lip nearly moaning at the sight. He leaned in and the cold which was once there was now warm due to Felix's breath against your cunt.

“such a pretty pussy, all for me baby right? You're all wet just for me” he groaned placing a kiss right on the lips of your pussy before gently sliding his tongue between your folds.

“y-yes y-yours Lixie” you whimpered. He tongue dove into your cunt and he ate you like he was starving for weeks on end. Loud slurping and moans were bouncing of the walls as echoes. You arched you back and clasped your thighs around Felix's head. His nails dig into your thighs licking and slurping.

“come on baby, do it for me” he groaned and gently nibbled your clit before kissing and licking it. He pushed in two fingers curling then up as he thrusted them in and out of your cunt. Making you feel like an electric shock coursed through your body. Which brought you to your high. You arched your back and bucked you hips to his face crying out his name. Felix looked up as he kept thrusting his fingers in and out.

“that's it baby, just like that” he cooed at the way you whined coming down from that high. He slowly removed his fingers and put them in his mouth sucking off your slick from his fingers. he leaned down and kissed you making you taste yourself.

“I love you so much baby” he said kissing your neck and pecking your lips once more. He removed his pants which had his cock in a confinement. It finally was able to spring free. You felt as if your mouth was watering.

“I love you too” you said looking drunkenly into his eyes. You were sober, you just woken up, but you were drunk on him. Felix leaned in on top of you his cock lining up with your entrance. His tip prodding at your soaked plush folds. His eyes were locked into yours and his forehead pressed against yours. He slowly sunk his girth into you. You whined out from how sensitive you already were. You reached up for Felix for comfort. He took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers together. Soon he bottomed out inside you and you both let out a pleasurable moan. This was one of the most intimate moments you've had together. Just making love, Felix's favourite thing to do with you.

“you're so pretty angel, so so pretty” he praised and kissed your neck rubbing your hips gently. You whined and looked into his eyes your pussy clenching around his girth tightly. Felix bit his lip and almost collapsed on top of you. He gripped your hands.

“i-i can't move baby, you're clenching too tight” he groaned as he nibbled onto your ear. He slowly pistoned in and out of your cunt gently. His pelvis making contact with your slicked clit. You bit your lip making Felix shake his head.

“no no baby open up, let me hear you” he groaned out and you whimpered out a whine. Tears slowly flooding your eyes. Felix looked up and kissed away your tears. “you're crying baby? ” he asked worriedly.

“i-i just love you so much” you whimpered and kissed his lips to which he returned rocking his hips against yours.

“I love you too angel,” he moaned out softly. You loved hearing his moans they were a blessing. In contrast to his deep groans and grunts his moans are so gentle and whiny it turns you on and he knows it. His hips started to pick up the pace his eyes still locked on yours. He thruster deep into you making you whine. You removed your hands from his and reached up to put your fingers in his hair gently gripping onto his soft blonde locks. From the slight hair pulling Felix let out a moan of pleasure as you pulled your body closer against his. You're now skin to skin with the love of your life. His thrusts slowed down and he began to gently rock his hips in and out of your cunt. His pelvis making direct contact with your clothes sending electricity through your body. You let out a moan of his name signalling Felix you might be close and he was right when you started to clench down around his girth.

“C-Cumming! F-felix! ” you whined out with a loud moan following your legs wrapped around Felix's waist pulling him in deeper to which pushed your legs off his waist and spread them wider he began to pound into your pussy you swore you saw stars as you rolled your eyes back your hands began to search for Felix and he realized so he grabbed your hand and moaned softly.

“Fuck baby I'm here let loose babygirl” he groaned as he threw his head back. This was a sight to see. His sweat glistened in the morning sun as his tongue licked his lips his salvia making them shine as he let out a whiny moan. You didn't even realize until everything began to glow brighter and your vision became blurry. Felix continued to fuck you through the best orgasm of your life. He began to slow down and cup your cheeks. His body stilled careful not to move as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

“that's it baby come back to me come on” he smiled breathlessly as you sighed softly wrapping your arms around his neck.

“you did so good for me” he praised making you smile and press your lips against his.

“I'm so glad you gave me that pencil” you said making Felix confused until it clicked. It was true you wouldn't be where you are if it weren't for Felix handing you a simple yellow pencil in high school.

“I'm glad I did too” he smiled kissing down your body before reaching your lower lips where he licked and sucked the extra juices from your pussy making you squirm. He came back up and kissed you tasting both of your juices and his saliva. He smiled as he pulled away.

“let's get cleaned hm? ” he scooped you into his arms bridal style off the bed and into the bathroom. You couldn't have asked for anyone better. A man who takes care of you in pleasure and affection. He gave you a warm bubble bath pampering you with kisses and affection. He even made you your favorite dish afterwards and cuddled you while you ate.

It's a wonder how a singular friendly gesture in high school led you to the euphoric paradise you call home who is Lee Felix.

All because of a yellow pencil.

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© tastefulyongbokie | please don't steal/copy thank you

[xx-j4nu5-c4t5-xx]

In response to you saying you’d like people to ask you something, I don’t have any specific questions but I’d be interested to hear any Strangerville theories or headcanons you would like to talk about!

*taps my fingers together evilly* let's go

I've been thinking about Olive's garden recently and how all the ghosts in it interact, and I feel like they'd be friends. Or, at the very least, they'd commiserate about the whole situation.

I'm a sucker for the popular hc that the glitchiness of the ghosts corresponds to how badly they died. You can't tell me some extra messed up shit didn't happen to Knut Futa for his ghost to be tethered to reality by like two scraps of data and a dream.

In particular I'm toying with the idea that Ichabod Specter and Lyla Grunt are like, ghost friends or something. They're some of the more recent additions to the graveyard, and since Ichabod actually died from old age and not whatever happened to the rest of them, he'd likely still be mostly intact.

I feel like he'd listen to her tell the same few stories about her life and her kids on repeat, and he says it's because he doesn't have anything better to do with his afterlife, but he actually does care about her in his own slightly grumpy old man way. She'll get confused and he'll help her look for "her baby", even though he's never sure which of the kids she thinks is lost.

In my game, at least, most of the ghosts don't really interfere with the living sims. I imagine them more like a constant presence more than real, active threats to Olive and Ophelia. I had Ophelia invite Ripp over one time and the whole time there was just. Some guy. Standing in the entryway, dead stare absolutely locked on these two teenagers just trying to hang out. That's how I feel like the ghosts would be; not a danger per se but just a lingering feeling of being watched and observed 24/7.

[the3v1lqueen]

♡All I Want For Christmas is You♡

✨First post✨

Lesso x Reader (Holliday fanfic)

Word count: 1600ish

Fluff :3

“Come on Leo, it’s Christmas” I pleaded, leaning against the door to her office.

She didn’t look up from the pile of papers she was grading ruthlessly. “Too much to do, kitten.”

I rolled my eyes and let out a long sigh. I stood there, tapping my foot on the floor, arms crossed. Then I smirked as a genius idea came to my head. 

I ran outside into the cold winter air, snow falling ever so delicately onto my eyelashes. I scooped a handful of snow and molded it into a ball. I hurried back inside and back to Lesso’s office, leaving a puddle behind me as the snow melted in my hands. I made it to Lesso’s office with the soggy snowball and she was still buried deep in her papers. I let it fly through the air, exploding onto the crown of her head. It melted into her luscious red curls and she raised her head to meet my eyes slowly.

“Oh, if that’s the game you want to play,” she smirked.

She chased me through the hallways, her trench coat unbuttoned and flaring behind her. I could hear the click-clack of her heels as she trailed behind me. It amazed me how fast this woman could run in heels. I flung open the doors to the outside and quickly rushed to grab a handful of snow to defend myself from Lesso’s wrath. But before I could stand up, I felt a cold explosion of snow against my neck. The cold water crept underneath my shirt and made me shiver.

“That’s just cruel,” I shouted and Lesso cackled evilly.

“I warned you princess. Evil doesn’t play nice.”

I turned around to quickly chuck another snowball right back at her. It splattered on her face and she glared at me maliciously. Soon we were battling in a war of flying flurries. 

By the time our energy had been expended, we were both covered in snow and dying of laughter. I had made the mistake of not wearing a coat nor gloves and began to tremble in the cold. Lady Lesso sensed my discomfort and threw her coat around me. I tugged at the edges of the coat, clutching it tighter to my body to absorb the warmth it provided.

“Let’s get you inside before you freeze, darling,” she voiced with a tone of concern, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. She guided me back into the castle and led me up the stairs and into her personal quarters. When we entered the dark and gloomy room,  Lesso snapped her fingers, and the fireplace lit. We descended to sit by it and I watched the flames flicker and lick the air. I began to relax and my head fell against Lesso’s shoulder. Leaning against her, I let out a long sigh. I noticed that Leonora’s finger, which rested on her lap, began to glow with emotion. That hand then gently rose to brush the hair out of my face, and the other wrapped around my waist, hugging me closer. She kissed my forehead and then rested her head atop mine. Together we watched the fire in its tango, the logs as its dance floor.

I gasped and Lady Lesso raised her head and mine shot up shortly after. 

“We should decorate a tree,” I exclaimed.

“No,” she snarled, ”the last thing I want is to contaminate my room with Christmas cheer ”.

“We can use dark and creepy ornaments instead of colorful and sparkly ones,” I suggested.

Lesso shrugged her shoulders. “Alright, fine. But I don’t have a tree”.

“Then we’ll get one,” I stated

“Where,” Lesso chuckled, “the campus for the school for evil has no trees”.

I approached the window and glanced over the snowy outdoor landscape of the school for good.

“Then we’ll get one from over there,” I stated.

I pressed my finger against the window singling out a tree. “That one”. 

“You mean to say we’re going to cross over to the good school, which is against all rules, chop down one of their trees and carry it all the way back here,” Lesso laughed.

I turned from the window to face her.

She raised an eyebrow and stopped laughing, “oh you’re serious”. 

She ran over to me and grasped my shoulders tightly,  and locked her eyes with mine. “Y/N, you are insane and I love you for it.”

I smiled, and my cheeks flushed scarlet.

“Alright, let's go,” Lesso commanded, throwing on another one of her coats and snatching her cane.

“Don’t you want your jacket back,” I began.

“No, you wear it, it looks good on you,” she said, winking.

The Evers, all tucked away indoors away from the cold, didn’t see Lesso and I as we crossed the bridge to their campus. We approached the tree I had selected from the window with axes in hand. With ferocity, we swung our axes at the trunk. A loud crack sounded, and the tree folded forward, collapsing to the ground, and covering Leonora and I in a cloud of snow. 

With mischievous smiles on our faces, we lifted the tree to our shoulders and began to haul it back across the bridge. 

We jumped when we heard a voice yell, “What are you doing Lesso?”

It was Dovey. I looked back at Lesso

“Run,” she mouthed.

And so we sprinted across the bridge, snow in our eyes. The tree bounced on our shoulders, and needles fell everywhere. Once back in her quarters, we dropped the tree and I collapsed onto her bed, struggling to catch my breath. Leo however wasn’t even the slightest bit worn out. Using her magic, she aligned the tree to stand upright by her desk. Her gaze turned to me and she chuckled.

“Tired from a little running princess,” she purred. “Oh no, do you not have the energy to decorate? What a shame,” she teased, with a dramatic pout on her lips.

“No, Lesso, we’re going to decorate,” I said springing from the bed. “Be right back”. I ran out of her quarters and ran through the school to my dorm. I rummaged through the clutter underneath my bed until I found a small cardboard box. 

I burst through Leo’s doors and startled her. “You’re back,” she stated.

“With decorations,” I exclaimed with jazz hands.

Lesso rolled her eyes.

I knelt on the floor and carefully opened the box. Lesso stood behind me and rested her warm hands on my shoulders, leaning over to see what was in the box. 

I took out a sparkly black garland made of black down and crow feathers as well as a string of black LED lights. I stood with the decorations, and Lesso’s hands fell away. I handed her one end of the lights and I took the other and we spun around the tree, wrapping the lights. We did the same with the garland. I went back to the box and extracted some very menacing, sharp black ornaments. Lesso wrapped her hand around mine as I hooked the first ornament onto one of the tree’s furry branches. Lesso then took a couple of ornaments out of the box and hung them where she saw fit.

I went back to the box and saw there was only one ornament left.

“Here’s the tree topper,” I exclaimed. It had two bulbs and a cone-like point with an intricate silver design painted on it. It almost looked like the tip of a baroque tower. 

“Well come on now, you’ve got to put it up there,” Lesso stated.

She wrapped her hands snugly around my waist and lifted me up into the air with her strong arms, just high enough that I could reach the top of the tree. I secured the topper onto an upright branch.

“Alright, done”.

Lesso gently lowered me and I turned around to face her in excitement. 

“Now let’s turn it on,” I squealed.

She chuckled, amused by my enthusiasm.

I ran over and plugged the cord of lights into the outlet behind the desk.

Then I stood beside Lesso, admiring the tree which twinkled in black brilliance.

“It’s beautiful,” Lesso murmured, a sparkle in her eyes.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I uttered, turning towards her to study her gorgeous expression. She turned to face me, the light made her skin glow and illuminated how magnificently sharp her jawline was. Her lips curled ever so slightly into a warm smile and her eyes fluttered. 

“I don’t think my beauty could ever compare to the fairness of your heart, my dear,” Lesso began, raising her hand to my face, delicately stroking my cheek with her long, smooth nails. “Thank you for a lovely Christmas, Y/N.”

Leonora gracefully brought her other hand around my waist and hugged me close to her so that I was forced to look up into her glistening green eyes. I was blushing uncontrollably. Her eyes closed and she leaned toward me to brush her soft lips against mine. I brought our lips to interlock. The kiss was delicate, sweet, and special nonetheless. Sleighbells jingled outdoors and stars twinkled in the night sky. What a lovely Christmas it was indeed.

[strwberri-milk]

Hiii! Can I request Kaeya with a gn!reader who can handle the heat, but can't handle the cold because they have a frail body/gets sick easily? (Can be platonic or romantic, your choice) Please take your time with this request, and feel free to delete it if you don't want to write it 💗

i am the exact opposite i melt whenever it gets too warm [sob] but also. it gets way too cold here sometimes i just want some peace :///

Unfortunately for you, Kaeya is a dick about it at first. He doesn't know the effect it has on you but just knows he loves seeing you jump from the feeling of his cold fingers on your skin.

As far as he understood, you should be fine. He's seen you deal with the brutal summer heat with ease, or stand right up close to campfires without worrying about getting too warm so to him you could handle some cold.

It took you a few tries but when you finally explained to him that for your benefit, it would be absolutely amazing if he could leave you alone or try not to freeze you out he felt pretty guilty. He's going to do his best but he does tend to run colder, keeping that in mind very time he tries to mess with you.

"Kaeya!" you gasp as you feel his hands sneaking onto your waist, grabbing his wrists and pushing them away as he cackles evilly behind you.

"What? I can't greet my favourite person with a friendly tap?" he continues laughing, sitting down next to you.

"I really need you to stop," you finally sigh, fiddling with your hands as the look on his face drops a little.

"You're too cold for me! I can't deal with it and I've been trying because I don't want you to feel bad, but really, it's too much."

He takes your words seriously, nodding a little as he begins to apologise.

"Sorry. I thought you'd be fine. I'll do my best not to bother you too much like that, alright?"

"Thanks for understanding. I really appreciate it."

When it comes time for the cold season he knows not to try and make too many outdoor plans. Everything he comes up with can easily be done indoors, only willing to take you outside if you're dressed for it and if it's relatively warm.

It shows just how considerate he can be, refusing to let you feel left out even if you can't join the rest of the city in their typical shenanigans.

He always comes over with something for you to do in your place, more than happy to spend time with you and only you. He won't say it but he also really enjoys being able to have your full attention, heart beating happily in his chest whenever he sees your smile.

"It's cold out today, isn't it?" he says as he passes you a cup of hot chocolate before sitting down in front of the fire.

"Even I was starting to feel it and I usually never do!"

You smile at him and take a sip, humming happily when you feel it warm your insides with a gentle sweetness.

"Yeah. I didn't think you'd be able to come over today on account of it being this cold. I'm glad you did though." You say the second part so quietly you're not sure if he heard it, not seeing the slight flush on his cheeks.

"Of course I'd come. There's very little here that would ever truly stop me from visiting you and I mean that. I treasure every moment we spend together and I'm not going to waste any of them."

Kaeya finds the blanket you've left on the couch, throwing it over the two of you as he leans into your body. He waits to see if you'll reject his body, glad to see that his cold wouldn't be bothering you too much today. Instead, you pull him closer to you and hold the blanket even tighter around your shoulders. You lean against him, watching the flames flicker as you languidly sip your hot chocolate.

"If it gets too cold you can spend the night. Everything's already ready for you and you've already left enough of your stuff here to be comfy I hope."

You don't notice his eyes on you, keeping a careful watch to make sure your body stayed warm. He was ready to make you something to eat just in case you presented any symptoms of a cold that he could remedy immediately.

"It's alright for now. Let's just stay warm and catch up."

[daisychainsandbowties]

Tapping my fingers evilly. "Do you ever regret it?" Avalil

let's all politely pretend this is five sentences.

newton's third law of motion

also on ao3

....

lilith opens her eyes first.

she always does.

takes in the sweat-slick length of ava’s shoulder, curved in messy reference to lilith’s body like a question tucked into the end of a sentence. where she’s contorted in sleep, one arm outstretched one hand fisted in her pillow one heel kicked back and pressed against lilith’s calf, her shoulder blade makes an L-shape.

that’s strange, isn’t it? sometimes, when ava speaks her name – aloud, loud – it feels as though she swallows that first consonant. beatrice bites down on it, but ava’s tongue tucks the sound back inside her mouth.

on the very edge of a cry it lingers in her so that, slipping her tongue past teeth, she can almost taste it; her name loosely concealed in the breathless sounds ava makes as lilith speaks to her with her hands.

this is a form of worship so alien to her that it has its own language, like ava’s body when she sleeps.

helplessly, knowing it will wake her, lilith leans down and puts her mouth on that spot. the L-shape blooming into her mouth.

ava’s skin tastes of salt, of the decontamination flush from the airlock where the pair of them strip side-by-side in the deafening volume of their breaths.

sound becomes a physical thing when you have spent hours in a medium through which it cannot travel. the inside of the suit contains your heartbeat and one set of bated breaths, sometimes the crackle of the radio and ava’s voice turned strange, pressed through electrical signals. but all else is silence.

and so they emerge, blinking at the sudden soundlessness of their hearts. at the creaking of the ship and beatrice’s voice through the intercom, wry. “are you two going to stand there all night? i made bluudles.”

that alone enough to knock lilith out of her stupor. “what the fuck are bluudles?”

ava, next to her, shaking out her sweaty hair with her helmet cupped in the crook of one arm, “they’re noodles, but blue.”

“that’s not a thing.”

“neither is your sense of humour.”

quiet then. contented. ava taking a bite out of lilith’s bottom lip and then struggling to take off her exosuit, exhausted from patching the hull of the ship.

they work well together, out there; ava kicking lilith in the chest to start her moving, thrown away and turning into a silhouette against the nearest star, laughing at the third law of motion. equal and opposite.

lilith, flung out into space herself and then grabbing at the airlock door, slapping it open, hauling ava inside  hand over hand by a long tether that keeps them linked, moored.

ava’s fingers clumsy on the zips and catches of her suit so that half the time lilith has to undo them for her.

the smell of their sweat fogging around them before the walls douse them in water, cold and then warm. lilith rolls her eyes when ava shrieks, tries to hide in lilith’s arms and ends up staying there, shivering against her.

warm water, then, and ava dancing in it like summer rain.

tonight, she smells of it; oddly ozone, strangely clean.

beatrice is on the flight deck – again. driven there by nightmares.

the spillage of the hall light and ava burrowed under the sheets, just the crown of her head visible. before, beatrice used to wake from nightmares and climb onto lilith’s hips, sitting there like a blood-drenched ghoul in the middle of the night and lilith would trace the lines of her abdominal muscles flowing into hips. would never ask her what was wrong.

they’d dissolve into each other, a flurry of movement, moans. a repetition of bleak desire that solved nothing.

these days, beatrice presses a kiss to the corner of lilith’s brow and she walks to the flight deck and she puts on her ocean sounds. she goes alone, but she is never alone, their Force bonds stretching sinuous between them like tethers into space. every heave of emotion in these two orbiting bodies feels the same as a creature crossing over lilith’s grave.

when she left, everything was slanted moonlight and ava’s hands roamed out of the sheets, landed on her naked chest. they were, for a while, just a tapestry of muted breaths, not doing anything, but ava muttered into the darkness that she liked to have her palm against lilith’s heartbeat. 

“reminding yourself that i have one?”

“no, you bitch.”

she’s wickedly sentimental in her sleep and her half-asleep, muttering things from underneath the covers like: “i like to have my hand there so that if your heart tries to run away with you, I can catch it.”

lilith is always speechless about that.

then she closed her eyes, feigning sleep, and in short order ava’s hands found her jaw, thumb sweeping over the fluttering muscle right at the edge of it. “she’s okay, lil.”

“i know.”

and then it was ava straddling her. like she’d been there, like she knew that lilith needed grounding. that her heart wanted to run away from her. ava dipping down, the brush of her lips over lilith’s. “told you, didn’t i? i’ll catch it for you.”

now, lilith kisses her shoulder and ava comes awake very carefully. heel pressing harder into lilith’s leg, and her arms have to come undone from around ava as she twists, flipping herself over so she’s facing lilith. her eyes are a colour lilith cannot find a twin for in all her art.

how can she match the butter hue that hides up in the far right corner of each iris? a golden afterthought. or how they shine even with no light to reflect against them? lilith, certainly, has no light to give anyone.

ava looks at her, oddly contrite and there it is, finally; the furthest edge of the question that’s been humming in ava’s mouth for days and days.

they could all feel it in the bond, of course, just as ava can tell whenever lilith uses her toothbrush, but beatrice would never be so impolite as to ask after a feeling unprompted.

and lilith is too afraid.

“can i-” ava starts

“yes.”

it’s hard to believe, holding this incredible thing in her arms, that once upon a time they tried to kill each other. that one of them succeeded.

a little scowl, undermined by the fact that lilith knows she could lower her head and taste herself on ava’s cheeks, next to her mouth.

in it.

“do you ever regret it?” ava speaks to her hands, in a whisper. “sorry,” she adds swiftly. her voice is light, and Lilith thinks this literally, sometimes. it is the light she has never touched.

“regret what?” lilith asks, because the answer is yes, to so much of it. and also no, because it brought me here.

lilith knows, hears, senses what ava means the instant before she speaks again. her eyes flicker up to the bedside table where ava’s lightsaber rests next to her carton of apple juice, the straw sagging down with a bead of sticky-sweet on the end of it. ava knows where she’s looking, at the invisible brilliance of that yellow blade, that incredible beam of light.

she tucks a kiss into lilith’s collarbone, mumbles into the scars sitting there. “do you regret giving it up? your lightsaber.”

breathing.

she does it for a while. nothing else, just the slow slippage of air over her bottom teeth, over her tongue.

ava likes the filters set almost frigidly high, so that hiding under the blankets creates a cocoon of warm air, so that she can rest her face against lilith’s arm and hum at the heat of it.

beatrice likes it too. her room on the station was always icy.

they both leach off of her, cold cheeks and cold hands roaming in the dark, but lilith has no special preference for temperature. what she likes is them, is beatrice sleeping sound beside her or ava muttering, eyelash-shadows thrown over her face.

she responds, at length, by rocking her head side to side, “no, i don’t regret it.”

“why not?”

lilith sighs. “you’ve touched it, haven’t you?.”

“your sword? recently, in fact-”

“ava.”

her turn to sigh. a parody of sound, huffing down lilith’s chest. she almost shivers, but manages to hold still even as ava’s tongue touches where her breath travelled. “yes,” she admits. “I touched it when you were angry with me.”

“good times.”

“you were much more interesting back then.”

they can laugh about it now. in their bedroom with the stars outside and nothing else for miles beyond counting. for years measured in light.

ava drapes an arm over lilith’s shoulder, her fingers finding nubs of spine and river of bad-textured tissue. her eyes are on the burn over lilith’s heart. so much flesh and so much evidence.

her mouth wobbles and lilith catches it, makes it still. fingers stalling on her back, turning into the press of blunt nails.

“what did you feel?” lilith asks, “when you touched my lightsaber?”

ava looks at her. buttery light in her eyes and the shadows worse for it. she’s unblemished by all the years of fighting and running and fighting again, but lilith knows where the injuries lurk.

she knows what she did and where she did it.

they are both marked by one another, so deeply that sometimes the scars and the kisses ava has laid over them have no special distinction in lilith’s mind.

“i felt… too much. you were angry with me, with her. it was confusing.” ava bites her lip, makes it bleed and lilith watches tendrils of light climb up from under her chin and heal it.

ava hardly seems to notice.

“i felt someone crushing your hands again, and again. the feeling of your fingers in… inside her” – beatrice – “old paint stains and broken things that were people that were things. i felt fire.”

ava takes a deep breath, wrenches away from the memory. her eyes are full of tears. taking pity – always taking pity on her. lilith reaches down and brushes the wetness away with the upside of her thumb. she remembers the blood leaking through ava’s fingers as they closed around the hilt of lilith’s saber.

the air superheated at her wrists so they burned and blackened, the veins popping open, blood sizzling so quick that it hardly had the chance to patter back onto ava’s boots. the pouring of power around them, air whipped up into a channel that blocked out the whole world.

nothing but her rage and the girl who took hold of her excised heart and knew her suddenly and absolutely and forever, by touch alone.

“I felt pain,” ava says eventually. she shivers, shakes her head. “at the time i couldn’t tell the difference between mine and yours.”

lilith’s hands shake where ava cannot see them. she nods, “that’s what it was to me. an artefact that never really belonged to me. a flame that burned me as much as anyone else. it was so easy to let it go.”

not adding that she could never quite get ava’s blood out of the metal. hallucinated it there, looked down the length of her blade and saw popping veins, a girl begging her to please, stop.

please, let us go.

the word sorry traps itself behind lilith’s lips, but she doesn’t say it. all she does is look away and fix her mouth into a line. do not cross.

and, as ever, ava doesn’t cross the line.

she kisses it.

[puhpandas]

Just read chapter 8 and gosh Rab was tweaking so much 😭 but I love how in his final moments it was kinda like he was starting to act like a child I almost felt bad, I kinda think of it as how since rab was the favorite he never lost or had anything bad happened to him but since he actually did lost he’s now emotional because of it.

KDJWKJR he lost it and he died because of it. L bozo

haha I'm glad you feel bad for him 😈 (taps my fingers together evilly)

YES that's such an interesting way to think about it!! wont say much bc I dont want to spoil anything from the last chapter but Tarbell WAS the first person to like. be actually close to Rab so it was pretty awful for Rab when he bit the dust 😬

[altrodent]

Wardrobe Malfunction

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Genre/warnings: minor cursing, cheesy writing, suggestive 👀 (nothing too explicit), slight nudity

Summary: When Stark builds you a new suit, your “friend” has to try and help you into it 🤭

I’m sitting on the couch with Loki watching some shows, and acclimating him with some basic human entertainment “I just don’t understand, why does Steve still have feelings for Nancy even after she said their relationship was ‘bullshit’?” I slump into the couch “look, I can answer a lot of questions, but not that one… most human men are just odd.” He chuckles, “is that so?” I nod, “yeah..” a knock hits my door.

I open it to see Stark in his casual attire “I finished the suit, you can thank me later but try it on. If it doesn’t fit, blame Nat, Kay?” I nod, he winks and looks past me “Remember, we live in the same building, and the walls are thin.” I slap his arm “You’re disgusting, go, shoo” he laughs evilly as he walks away. I close the door and as I turn around Loki’s still sitting there but he looks very intrigued as to what’s in the box. “What’s that?” He asks, I sit down next to him “my new suit, hopefully this one won’t leave me on the balance of life and death”

he smiles “well your last ‘suit’ was just simple clothes and some weaponry. And besides, I’ll be there to protect you” I roll my eyes “yeah, over my dead body. I can protect myself” he chuckles “whatever you say, darling. Go see if it fits” a rose tint rises on my face, I always get a bit flustered at his cute nicknames, but I head to the changing divider in my room. I take the suit out of the box, it looks perfect.

My favorite color seemed into the details, armor in the right places, and I think it will actually look quite flattering on me. I step into the suit and I immediately remember why I wore such plain clothes before, this shit is tight. I step in and I got it past my calves, which was hard enough, but this becomes increasingly difficult trying to fit the rest on. “You okay in there?”I hear Loki ask from the other room “uh… yeah.” I say not so confidently, “Need help?”

I stay silent. I need help, but I’m way too embarrassed to ask for it, especially since I’m just in my undergarments. “Last chance for assistance…” he says with a sly tone, he always gets me like this, he says something in certain way that makes it seem like he doesn’t want to but he kinda does and I don’t know, maybe it just so happens to work. “Fine… just, try not to look.”

He enters my room “Not to look at wh-“ he moves past the divider and sees me standing here, with my body basically on full display, I look away as my face flushes with embarrassment “oh, I see. I don’t mind, just wasn’t expecting.. that” he grins at me, I scoff and keep my gaze avoided “Now come on” he ushers me to the bed so it’ll be easier for him to slide the suit on, and immediately, the slight touch of his hands freely moving the fabric up my leg has me wondering ‘This isn’t how normal ‘friends’ feel about the other, is it?’ But maybe I’m just losing my mind.

Eventually he sits up and gently moves me to slide the suit over my thighs, this is when I realize how deep into thought he is while he’s going this. What is he thinking about? He gets the suit past my waist, and his hands stop at my hips. He looks me in the eyes “You’re shaking.. why is that?” I sense a hint of mischief in his tone.

He leans over to whisper in my ear “I know what you’re thinking… I’d be a liar to say I’m not as well.” He hums as his hands begin to travel up my torso, and gradually make their way down my arms. “Now that I’ve got you, just where I wanted you, I feel as if it’s only appropriate that you understand just how I feel.” He moves away, and looks me in the eyes as he pushed a stray strand of hair out of my face “…Loki?” He taps a finger against his lips, a lustrous glow gleaming in his delicate green eyes.

He leans in, and it’s almost as if there is some sort of force between us that pulls us together, his lips cradling mine. My legs go weak and a hum ringing in my chest, a mixture of shock, fluster, and comfort all at the same time. While I’m under his spell, I barely feel his worn hands that wander my torso and arms.

He eventually pulls away, and looks at me with his mischievous grin “Like a glove…” I toss him a confused look, and he looks at my chest. I look down and find that he, while kissing me, managed to get me into the rest of the suit without noticing. “It looks very nice on you, darling.” I open my mouth to say something but nothing comes out. He grabs my chin as he steps back onto his feet, and leans in close to my face once more “And so does that shade of red” he looks at my cheeks, which have felt inflamed for what seems like an eternity. He smiles as he walks out. “You mortals, so easily seduced.” I throw a nearby shoe at him and he laughs at me. I hate him.

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(A/N): Sorry if this is bad, I’m just doing a bit of experimenting with my writing and I’ve just been trying to put out a bunch of stuff since I’ve been on a bit of a writing kick. But I love you guys, my stories are getting more love than I thought 🥲💕

Word count: 956

[maxslibrary]

HEY BITCH IT'S ME >: ) /pos ermm ermmm cus you're good at killing me emotionally funny father figure Dr Cortex with reader with the tism

bAH BAYYEEE

Tea Time. (Parental Dr.Cortex X Autistic Reader)

Cortex was in the kitchen, preparing something. He was wearing a pink apron (Typical for him, really) as he readied some biscuits, placing them on a plate. He thought about the textures you liked, the foods you could eat, etc. He looked around, pulling out a list of your safe foods.

He looked at the different types of tea bags he had, Mint Tea, Ginger Tea, Green Tea, Oolong, he had a surprisingly collection of teas.

He heard you walk in, turning around and greeting you with a smile "AH! Y/N! did you bring the sugar?" you nod and put the box of cubes on the table.

"Got em just as you asked!" you blurted, you seemed pretty excited for this. You loved being able to have this 1 on 1 time with your dad.

"Very good, very good." He brushed himself off "Luckily for me I haven't seen tail or head of that.. orange RAT." he sneered at nothing but looked back at you with a loving smile.

After setting everything up you sat down, picking your favorite tea and starting the process of making tea. Cortex did the same, pouring the kettle of hot water into a cup with a tea bag in it.

"So. How have you been lately, my little firefly?" he rubbed his finger and thumb together, sprinkling some sugar into the tea. Tell no one but he likes his tea sweet.

"Do you think I act weird? Considering my whole.. thing?" you tap the side of your cup.

"You mean the fact you're autistic? Also darling I dunno what tipped you off to me caring about "acting normal"." He put a hand to his chest, jokingly coming off as offended.

"I love you because you're my little do bad-er.." he hummed, picking the tea cup up and sipping it. You smiled at this and continued in your tea enjoyment.

"Thanks dad." You smile, feeling the pleasing texture of the smooth yet warm glass "It means a lot.".

"Weirdos stick together, fire fly." He put the cup down. "Now drink up we have a long day of hunting bandicoots ahead of us." he pointed at your tea cup. "I want to finally teach you how you use a ray gun." he evilly smirked.

"Yes sir!" you chuckled as you picked up your tea cup, enjoying the flavor.

[chaotickit]

currently working on an animatic for my rottmnt next gen au *taps fingers together evilly*