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𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘟𝘐 = 𝙀𝙠𝙠𝙤 𝙣𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙝

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 = 𝙀𝙠𝙠𝙤 [𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚]

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 = 𝙎𝙚𝙭, 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙫𝙤𝙡𝙪𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙨, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧.

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 = 2154

𝘈/𝘕 = English is not my first language, please let me know if you see any mistakes ! Enjoy ✨

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

⇰ Ekko is a gentleman, he will happily take care of his partner and make sure she is okay. He will also surely give her a nice hot bath and carry her there.

⇰ He’ll sometimes go and prepare some snacks while she takes a bath and he will bring them to her with a big smile.

⇰ Ekko will always take care of her first before taking a shower !

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⇰ His hands are surely his favorite body part because he does a lot of things with them, he saves people, he creates things and above all they allow him to touch the one he loves.

⇰ For her part, he adores her face, more precisely her eyes. Ekko spends most of his time observing her every little reaction and every time he meets her gaze full of love he falls for her all over again.

Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

⇰ Ekko is very cautious and most of the time he will want to wear protection and if his partner takes contraception he will be a little less strict about it but does not have one hundred percent trust in contraception.

⇰ He is quite classic and likes to finish inside the reader, however, at the beginning of their relationship he will refuse to cum on her body but with some discussions and if he sees that she wants it he will try it once and strangely he will like.

⇰ He has an average amount of cum and the taste is not too bitter, maybe because he eats a lot of sweet fruit ?

Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⇰ I think he might like to be dominated by his partner, but be careful, dominate in the sense of being under her, being blindfolded, perhaps also restricted with bandages on his wrists.

⇰ But it will take time for him to talk about it with his girlfriend and he will want to do things right.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

⇰ Honestly he won't have much experience, maybe a fling here and there but romantic relationships aren't really the most important thing for him.

⇰ He never took the time to meet women with the aim of starting a relationship but the love he feels for his partner will fall on him when he least expected it !

⇰ He will learn very quickly with communication and of course he will probably be a little embarrassed and clumsy at first but he will quickly understand what to do.

Favorite position (This goes without saying.)

⇰ Ekko will favor positions that allow him to feel his partner against him and embrace her, not being there often, sex is for him a very important moment where he can finally be with her and enjoy.

⇰ Positions like “Face-off” and all the different “spooning” are perfect. In all of them, he will hold her firmly against his chest and help her with her movements at the same time.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

⇰ Ekko is in-between, romantic while being slightly humorous and with a touch of seriousness.

⇰ He will like to make a few little jokes here and there or tickle his partner for example. And the next second he will become a little more serious again, for him the important thing is that his girlfriend feels comfortable, after all sex is an intimate moment.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

⇰ It all depends on if he has time or not, there will be weeks where he has to go from left to right and he will probably take a shower every three days, and during these showers he will not take the time to shave wanting do it as quickly as possible.

⇰ I think he wouldn't care if his partner shaves or not, after all he doesn't do it regularly so he wouldn't be the best person to make this suggestion to her.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

⇰ As I mentioned in “goofy”, Ekko will be a mixture of several adjectives. But mainly I think it will indeed be romantic.

⇰ The first few times he will want to do everything in a big way, with candles, a romantic dinner and a sensual atmosphere, but with time he will calm down a little but there will always be some little touches like a small bouquet of flowers, a little less candles, a hot bath, etc.

Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

⇰ Before being in a relationship he didn't really think about it and the lack of time for himself didn't help things. He probably did it from time to time to relax and relieve his accumulated stress.

⇰ Once in a relationship and after exploring his intimacy with his partner it won't really change, well when he is alone, if his girlfriend is not far away he will occasionally go and ask her for a small favor —wink wink—.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

⇰ Honestly, as much as I racked my brains, I couldn't find one, I think he's quite open and that if his partner suggest something he'll usually be up for it but that he himself will not really have any..

Location (Favorite places to do the do)

⇰ Ekko likes the calm of his house and the softness of his blankets, he won't really like doing it anywhere other than at home, not wanting to be surprised.

⇰ There are a lot of movements among the Firelights and Ekko does not want to tempt the devil and risk being surprised by anyone.

⇰ But ! He will like to do it in several places such as the kitchen, living room or bathroom but in the end he always prefers his bedroom the most.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

⇰ Ekko loves it when his partner touches his face or holds him against her, feeling her body against his is often what turns him on, especially after she showers or in the morning if she fell asleep naked the night before .

⇰ But generally Ekko is turned on by everything his girlfriend does, her simple presence at his side has an effect on him.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⇰ Just like Viktor, Ekko will never hurt his partner even if she wants it, he will understand if it is something that pleases her and will not hold it against her but it will be very clear that it is not something he wants to experience.

⇰ Anything exhibitionism and treesome are also a big no no for him, there is no way he will share his girlfriend with anyone or let anyone watch her in her most vulnerable state.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⇰ He will learn very well even if at the beginning he will not really know what to do, but he will be a master from his second oral, after having carefully observed the reactions of his partner during his movements.

⇰ Ekko particularly likes to give pleasure to his partner and it gives him some at the same time. His nature forces him to help people and take care of them even when he doesn't necessarily want to, but with her it's always a pleasure.

⇰ He will never say no to a blowjob ! But he still prefers to give.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

⇰ Being often tired, he will tend to take his time during the act and will be quite slow, gentle and sensual in his movements.

⇰ Of course, if his partner wants it or if he simply feels like it, he will sometimes be rougher and faster, although he prefers to savor the moment.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

⇰ Ekko will always be up for a quickie and will often be the one to initiate it, he would prefer to take his time as said above but sometimes it will be better than nothing.

⇰ Even in these moments when he generally doesn't have much time, he will make sure he can feel his partner against him as much as possible.

⇰ So I would say three to four times a week if he doesn't need to travel outside of Zaun or the hideout.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

⇰ Honestly it depends on the kind of risk, if we're talking about spicing it up a little by trying new things—wax play, bondage, etc.—surely yes but if it's things like exhibitionism, treesome, breath play, BDSM, etc., no.

⇰ For everything that is exhibitionism and treesome he will refuse directly and will not agree to "think about it", Ekko wants to keep his relationship private and he could not share his partner with anyone else, as he could not do it with another woman.

⇰ For the rest he could possibly think about it but he will surely end up refusing, not wanting to take unnecessary risk—breath play—or just because he’s not into it.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

⇰ It all depends on what he did during the day, on his best days he can last four to five rounds without the preliminaries and on the worst two or three, however it will happen that sometimes he is much too tired and falls asleep directly.

⇰ Generally Ekko lasts around ten minutes but he recovers quite quickly, all he needs is a few kisses here and there and he will be up for another round.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

⇰ Before being in a relationship Ekko had never really seen one and he would never think of owning one. If his partner has it, he will be quite curious and ask her to show it to him.

⇰ I think he will agree, after long discussions and with a few conditions, to try it on himself. He will probably be embarrassed at first but will relax after a few tries.

⇰ Just like Viktor, if his partner wishes, he will have the idea of creating one on his own to give to his partner.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⇰ From time to time he will like to tease his girlfriend, with little remarks or he will stop his movements when she asks him to speed up, etc.

⇰ But he will only do it when he has the energy and knows that he can make up for it with one or two more rounds and fast and deep movements, when he is tired sex with him is much slower and intimate, so he won't make a joke or tease her.

Vocals (How loud they are, what sounds they make, what does they say if they speak.)

⇰ Ekko likes to ask his partner what she feels and if everything goes well during the act, he will always ask her questions and be very attentive to her reactions to be sure that she enjoys it.

⇰ From time to time he will let out slight moans but generally he grunts more than he moans. Also, he is not the type to hold back his noises and he has extreme trust in his partner which means that he is not at all embarrassed, well a little at the very beginning of their relationship.

Wild care (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

⇰ Ekko likes to let the children at the shelter paint his face, he will pretend to sleep while they are having fun and to be shocked once he wakes up. he is also not against the idea of having children when the air is cleaner in Zaun and the Shimmer problem more under control.

X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

⇰ Ekko is average, maybe slightly longer, approximately 16/17cm and 14 in girth. I really hate this part because I still don’t know what to say.

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

⇰ Ekko really likes sex and will never say otherwise but he is very capable of going several days or even weeks without doing it and it won't even make him in a bad mood!

⇰ Generally three to four times a week is perfect for him but he will never say no to doing it more frequently.

Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⇰ Even if he is tired, Ekko will always refuse to fall asleep before his partner. He likes to be sure that she is comfortable and sleeps soundly before relaxing and falling asleep.

⇰ While she falls asleep, Ekko will caress her back or arms with his fingertips and hold her against him to give her body warmth, especially in winter.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Advent Calendar 2024 Masterlist

For the December Daze challenge.

Day One: Frank Castle - A Scary Little Christmas

Day Two: Ransom Drysdale - All I Want For Christmas is You

Day Three: Johnny Storm - Good Tidings Your Way Come

Day Four: Andy Barber - Home For Christmas

Day Five: Bucky Barnes - Shiver

Day Six: Jake Jensen - Santa Baby

Day Seven: Arvin Russell - In The Cold

Day Eight: Jonathan Pine - Time for Cheer

Day Nine: Heimdall - Sparkling Bright

Day Ten: Nick Fowler - Decked in Red

Day Eleven: Tony Stark - Sugar Cookie

Day Twelve: Kraven the Hunter - No Sugar, Just Spice

Day Thirteen: Captain Syverson - The Holiday Spirit

Day Fourteen: Pete Brenner - Bad Santa

Day Fifteen: Rafe Cameron - Naughty

Day Sixteen: Steve Kemp - Been an awful good girl

Day Seventeen: Walter Marshall - He Sees You

Day Eighteen: Peter Parker - A Special Surprise

Day Nineteen: Clark Kent - You’ll Be Home For Christmas

Day Twenty: Thor - Yule Be Sorry

Day Twenty-One: August Walker - Baby, I’m Cold

Day Twenty-Two: Steve Rogers - O Chilly Night

Day Twenty-Three: Cole Turner - The Exchange

Day Twenty-Four: God the Bounty Hunter - God, Rest Ye Merry

Day Twenty-Five: Geralt of Rivia - Days of Yore

Day Twenty-Six: Loki - All Ye Faithful

Day Twenty-Seven: Sam Wilson - Let’s Be Jolly

Day Twenty-Eight: Curtis Everett - Checking His List

Day Twenty-Nine: Brock Rumlow - In From The Cold

Day Thirty: Lee Bodecker - A Gift From the Heart

Day Thirty-One: Lloyd Hansen - Mistle-hoe

[dearggntlereader]

Nr.9 Santa Surprise ༻¨ : ·.. ｡⋆⍋*｡

Mattheo Riddle x reader CW: suggestive (like pre-smut but not really foreplay), cursing, innocent reader (?), picture does not represent the readers looks requested by: @foursgurlx

You know Mattheo loves you.

You also know that if you decided to never go further than hand and blowjobs he’d accept that. He goes through his life taking whatever you will give him with open arms and a happy smile.

But you want to do more.

And you want to make it special for Mattheo.

You went out with pansy a few weeks ago getting lingerie and some pretty bow themed stockings. You tried on a green set, a white one, a few red ones and a few pink ones.

The green one looked amazing but didn’t feel like Christmas, with the flower embroidery and simple cut, while the white one felt uncomfortable.

Pansy insisted you buy the first red one you tried on because it makes you “look like a sexy dragon princess” while the other made you look like you’re trying to be one.

In the end you bought said red one for another time and the prettiest light pink set with a bow between the cups for your breasts, matching stockings and a bow-like choker.

Adorned with bows and laying prettily on your bed you look like the perfect gift to unwrap. The kind you see amongst the load of others and immediately rip open, not even glancing at the mountain of presents around it.

You look fucking delicious.

“You ready?” Mattheo asks, a giddy smile on his face as he awaits your surprise. Ever since you called for him, telling him not to look until you say he can, he’s been fidgeting excitedly.

He confided in you a few years back that he never celebrated properly with his family, never got gifts, and your carefully thought out presents are still the only things that break his calm and cool demeanor. (apart from your kisses.)

You nod, too nervous to speak, before you realize he can’t see you and timidly open your mouth “mhm.”

Mattheo doesn’t know what exactly he was expecting, you already gave him his gift earlier over dinner, but it definitely isn’t you lying on your shared bed looking absolutely mouthwatering.

A gasp leaves his mouth at your sheer beauty and he can’t breath for a second because God. You’re looking up at him, pretty eyes shining impossibly bright as you bite your lips out of nervousness.

He can’t even focus on the way your skin radiates so warm and lovely without his mouth running dry.

And look- he might not be proud of it but he has fucked more women than average, seen many body’s and silhouettes, but none of them will ever compare to you. Not in the slightest.

Everytime you grace him by opening up to him a little more, allowing him to pleasure you, he mentally thanks gods he doesn’t even believe in. He wants to get on his hands and knees before the deity that created you and know he’ll be indebted to them forever for giving you to him.

But he can’t.

Getting on his knees for you, however? Very possible.

Except, you obviously took his gasp as a negative reaction from the way you fold into yourself and he just can’t have that.

In two long strides he’s standing infront of you and the next second his hands are cupping your face and he’s kissing you.

Mattheo’s press of his lips onto yours is warm and soft, gently reminding you of his love and care for you. You sigh into the kiss, opening your mouth for a lick of tongue.

Warmth blossoms in his chest as he smells your peach perfume, the one you only get out for special occasions, and he moves his hand to your waist, gently squeezing it.

When you slide your hands into his hair he makes the move to get properly on top of you, laying you firmly onto the white sheets and many pillows.

As Mattheo pulls away to admire you once more you let out a needy whine and he immediately dives back in. A soft murmur leaves his Lips, “You’re perfect.” causing heat to rise to your cheeks and shoot to your core.

“All for me.”

“All for you, Mattheo, all for you.”

“God, you’re perfect”

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[fae-renjun]

...AND EVERY CHRISTMAS AFTER — o.so

PAIRING oh sion x fem!reader ── .✦ GENRE childhood friends to lovers, fluff, very mild angst ── .✦ WARNINGS just kissing, the most fluff i've ever written ── .✦ SYNOPSIS in which you’ve spent every christmas growing up with sion, and if you’re lucky, you’ll spend every christmas after with him too. ── .✦ A/N this is my entry for the @k-films 2024 advent calendar! ── .✦ WC 1.4k+

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 11:27am

It’s Christmas day, and the whole house is alive and in a hurry. Shouts of “mom, where’s my sweater?” and “get out! I need to use the bathroom!” fill the air, drowning out George Michael’s voice in Last Christmas as it plays from the living room speakers. Frantic relatives rush through the hallways past fairy lights and fake wreaths to get ready for the guests to arrive. It’s the first year in your life that the guests haven’t stayed over on Christmas eve. 

“Y/N, can you make me hot chocolate?” shouts Sakuya from the floor above. “Why would I?” you reply to the brother in question. “I’ll do your dishes tonight.” “Deal.”

While you stir away at the two cups of hot chocolate in front of you, it becomes difficult to get your mind off the foreboding you’d felt in the pit of your stomach since waking up that day. You love your family, you really do. Winter break has been beyond fun with your cousins in town. But just this once you wish you could spend Christmas at your friend’s party instead. Just so you could avoid him. You still don’t have it in you to face him. Not after last December.

Almost as if your thoughts hold summoning powers, the doorbell rings, “Kids, come to the living room, they’re here!”

You walk out of the kitchen to face the family of your mother’s best friend, including her son: Oh Sion. The boy you hadn’t seen since new years, when you took a chance and kissed him and he didn't kiss back. The boy who stared back in disbelief after you pulled away which was more than enough to add to your mortification. The boy you’d made every effort to avoid all year.

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 24th december 2016, 7:54pm

“They’re so stupid, why would they use that door?”

“The point of the movie is that they’re stupid Sion.”

“Okay, but-”

Before the argument you’re having over Home Alone can go on any longer, your mother shushes both of you, “be quieter, everyone else is trying to watch the movie too.”

You lock eyes with Sion and then both of you turn back to your mother, “Now you’re just lying mom.”

“Yeah Mrs.L/N, it’s a kids movie, none of the adults here care. Not even you.”

“And Saku isn’t even old enough to know what’s going on.”

Your mother reopens her mouth as if to say something, but then seems to change her mind, smiling at the two of you and shaking her head. The two of you turn back to the movie as she turns to Sion’s mom, saying something about how no matter how much the pair of you bickered, you had a habit of standing up for yourselves together. If nine-year-old you cared to listen, you would have heard them say they hoped you two stayed this way forever.

It’s Christmas eve, you’re sitting next to a boy you would realise you loved 5 years later, and your mothers already think you are meant to be. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:02pm

Since he got here, you had avoided eye contact, excused yourself to finish making hot chocolate, excused yourself to go to the bathroom, excused yourself to set up the lunch table. Alas, there were only so many excuses you could make before being forced to sit in the living room with everyone else. By some Christmas miracle, when you got there the only open seat was the one right next to Sion.

Sion shifted to the side, making more space for you to sit, but instead you maneuvered yourself to sit on the carpeted floor right next to the Christmas tree. You manage to get through a lot of the wait time before lunch by eating candy, drinking your hot chocolate, only speaking when asked a question (usually “yes my studies are going great” or “yes, I've started looking at a few colleges”), and most importantly by looking everywhere except at him. Yet, your mother just had to shatter your nearly flawless streak of avoidance.

“Y/N, why don’t you get some hot chocolate for Sion too?”

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2021, 1:27am

“Shhh, they’ll hear!” you whisper-yelled at him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” 

You just shook your head in response and reached over to redirect the light from the phone in his hand to the stairs in front of you, tiptoeing down, hoping the wood underfoot won’t creak. The boy next to you grabs your hand with his free one, pulling the two of you closer together than you were before. You stare at the hands and then at his face.

Sion leans to reach your ear to whisper, “I thought I heard something from upstairs.”

All you do is nod in response and continue carefully making your way down. Sion’s face stays close to yours, his hand continues to envelope your own.

You reach the entrance to the kitchen at the bottom of the stairs, turning on its lights. Sion takes his hand off yours, coughing awkwardly as he moves away and turns off his phone's flashlight. You head to the shelf in the furthest corner, getting on your toes in an attempt to reach the cookies right at the top. Sion approaches from behind leaning over you to reach the cookies easily. The gesture and the proximity make your fourteen-year-old heart flutter.

He takes a seat on the floor, placing the cookies down, just as you do the same with the cola you pulled out of the fridge. 

“I can’t imagine a Christmas without you. Or uh- you know. Without all of this,” he says quietly.

“Me neither,” you respond, just as quietly.

It’s Christmas day, you’re sitting on your kitchen floor with a boy, and you’re beginning to realise you may not just have a silly crush on him. You might just be in love. 

⋆⁺₊❅.─ 25th december 2024, 12:27pm

The kitchen has always been just out of earshot of the main living room area. The voices of both of your families fade into the background as the two of you walk in, the rapid beating of your heart becoming louder by the second and filling your ears. You start making the hot chocolate as he leans on the counter next to you, trying (and failing) to meet your eyes. 

“You’ve been avoiding me. Not just today, all year. Since new year’s.”

“I don’t really want to talk about new year’s.”

“Hm?” he hums with a questioning tone.

You stop stirring, finally meeting his eyes, “It was just- you know. A mistake. Drank a little too much. Won’t happen again.”

“We only had one beer each that night. I know your tolerance is higher than that. And I’d like it to happen again.”

There’s a pause. You process what he’s just said to you. Sion can tell by the look on your face that the cogs are turning in your head and a smirk begins to form on his face.

“Oh.” 

He nods, then after another pause you continue, “But you didn’t kiss back.”

“Because I was surprised! You’ve got to give a guy a second to figure out what’s going on before you assume the worst,” he shakes his head in mock disappointment while he smiles at your stunned expression, “I was surprised you liked me back.”

“You liked me?” “I might actually be in love with you.”

“Oh,” your voice now reduced to a whisper out of shock, “I might be in love with you too.”

Now your body turns to face him fully, just as his hand moves to your cheek. He leans down, his lips meeting yours as your hands go to his sides, grabbing his sweater. You’ve kissed people before but with Sion it’s different (especially when he kisses back). You pull apart for breath, “Ok now this is our first kiss, the new year's one doesn't count.” You laugh in response, “Deal.”

Sion engulfs you in a hug, the warm kind he’s always given you. His arms wrap around your waist as yours encircle his neck. As you hug the two of you confess how much you missed each other all year. When the hug breaks he kisses you again and you can feel the smile on his lips.

All of a sudden your attention is brought back to your previous task, realising the hot chocolate must be getting cold. Sion watches you with adoration in his eyes as you turn back to the counter to finish stirring. The adoration has always been there, you’re just beginning to notice it.

It’s christmas day, you’re standing in your kitchen with the boy you love, and you finally know he loves you just the same. You’re excited for new years day, and every christmas after, because each one will be spent with him.

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[gumm7sharks]

Tree Murder

Art by: @alynwrench

You take Sun out into the snowy woods to get a tree-- it doesn't go as planned.

Word Count: 2147

Read here!

Masterpost

[witchywithwhiskey]

i've decided to try to do @the-slumberparty's December Daze advent calendar challenge, and i'm excited to get into the holiday spirit!! i feel like i don't normally write a lot of christmas/december holiday fics so this should be fun!! 🎄❄️

a couple notes: instead of doing every day like a true advent calendar, i'm aiming for every three days (mainly because i'm trying to be realistic and give myself room to work on other things at the same time). still, this is going to be a very loose posting schedule. also i'm deciding on characters as i go along so i'll add those in only once i've decided.

December 1: Can I put my cold hands up your sweater for warmth? [Steve Rogers]

December 4: Has it been a year already? [Bucky Barnes]

December 7: It's too cold, stay in bed. [Bucky Barnes]

December 10: I'm your present. [Steve Rogers]

December 13: I didn't know the egg nog was spiked! [Steve Rogers]

December 16: How is the mistletoe following you around? [Bucky Barnes]

December 19: Baking together but neither know what you're doing

December 22: Cabin-core!

December 25: A homemade gift

December 28: Hot chocolate/apple cider/tea and a nice book

December 31: Hosting your first new years party

[kzrosa-writes]

1ST DAY OF ADVENT — CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

featuring dottore, childe and pantalone ♡ likes, reblogs n follows are appreciated ! <3

♡ advent calendar masterlist

As a scientist, Dottore never had any sentiment for the holiday. But after numerous pleas from you, he finally caved in to accompany you in your Christmas shopping.

Walking past the entrance of the Plaza, Dottore was already groaning at the sight of the large crowd. He had never been one to enjoy the presence of other humans, it was surprising to him how well he could tolerate you. Stalking behind you as you entered shop after shop, holding more paper bags in your hand with each visit. He would often glance at his wristwatch, silently counting the minutes in his head as you continued to drag him around.

"I swear we've entered nearly 6 stores by now. How much longer?" He would constantly complain and nag.

You would brush off his complaints by taking his hand in yours, happily skipping beside him as you struggle to carry all your bags in one hand. "Just a little longer, Dottie! You promised to follow me!" 

Despite his annoyance, he would help you carry your bags, letting you roam freely in the stores while he waited for you. Dottore would have to bite his frustration back and navigate his way through the crowded aisles of the store as he followed behind you. 

At one point, he lost you in the crowd. Grumbling, he decided to wait for you in the baking ingredients section of the store. Luckily for him, you were doing a whole lap around the store, so he was able to catch you skipping through the aisle, carrying a basket in hand.

"Dottore! There you are!" You smiled as you skipped towards him. That’s when he realised you were wearing reindeer antlers as a headband.

Dottore blinked several times before scoffing in disbelief. “What on Teyvat are you wearing?”

“Reindeer antlers! I thought they looked cute!” You said cheerfully as you finally reached him. “How do I look?”

“Absolutely ridiculous.”

“That’s the point!” 

You giggled as you pulled out something from your basket — a headband with a pair of Santa Clauses attached to springs. You placed your basket on a shelf before standing on your toes to gently put the headband on Dottore’s head. Dottore just stared at you through his mask, completely dumbfounded.

“What are you doing?” He asked as you neatly arranged the headband. “This is ridiculous, love.”

Once you were done, you clasped your hands together in satisfaction, giggling as you looked up at him. “You look so cute!”

Dottore let out a huff of annoyance before crossing his arms, making sure that he didn’t squeeze any of the paper bags. It was more than enough that you dragged him out of his laboratory to mingle with other humans, but reducing him, the Second Fatui Harbinger, to a soft fool?

“Come on, Dottie!” You pulled him to a nearby mirror, making him look at himself. “You can’t deny that we look cute like this!”

He was less than amused by the sight before him. But looking at you, so blissfully happy and giggling like an innocent child, it was hard for him to stay annoyed at you. He knew how much spending time with him like this meant to you, and all he’d done today was grouch around and complain. He had already agreed to accompany you with your shopping today, much to his own discomfort, so giving in to your little antics was the least he could do to make this trip more enjoyable for you.

He sighed in resignation before pulling you closer by the shoulder, so that your back was pressed against his chest. “...I suppose you do look quite adorable. Perhaps it’s that lovely smile of yours, rather than the antlers.”

His acquiescence caused your smile to grow wider, excitement and enthusiasm brewing inside of you. You spun yourself around to face him and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him into a tight embrace. Before he could even register what was going on, you let go of his waist, picked up your basket and dragged him by his sleeve. 

“Come on! Let’s pay for these things and we can stop by the other store to get you some new tools and equipment for your lab!”

Maybe going Christmas shopping with you wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

Walking into the nth shop of the day, Childe dragged you across the aisles as he let his eyes wander across the store. Christmas shopping was always his favourite part of the holiday, as it allowed him to pick out things to give to his loved ones. Christmas is all about spreading love and joy, and he never fails to pick a good gift. 

You followed eagerly beside him, your hand intertwined with his. Childe was holding several bags with his free hand, while you had a cup of hot cocoa in yours. 

“Hmm… What else haven't we bought yet, love?” He asked as he gently squeezed your hand.

You looked around the store as you tried to think of the mental shopping list in your head. “We're still missing some decorations for our tree.”

Childe's eyes lit up with excitement as he spotted a corner of the store with all the Christmas decorations. He tightened his grip on your hand before leading you to that section. There were several boxes and containers of baubles on the shelves, along with ribbons and stars. Childe reluctantly let go of your hand to reach out for a box. 

The orbs inside were in a deep shade of crimson and a rich shade of ivory. Childe held the box delicately in his hands, inspecting the baubles inside. He turned towards you with a smile before showing you the box.

“What do you think, baby? I think this would make a fine addition to our current decorations.”

Your eyes sparkled as your eyes landed on the box. You nodded excitedly in approval, and Childe's smile widened further. Childe placed the box on a separate shelf, making a mental note to ring it at the counter once the two of you were done with your search in the store.

You strolled across the aisles, admiring the lovely decorations on display. The store had plenty of options to choose from, it made it harder for you to pick. As you continued to leisurely gaze upon the ornaments, your eyes landed on a majestic star topper on the display. It was a light golden star, with a hollow inside. There were LED lights attached inside of the star, which would light up and make the star glow once switched on. You carefully took a box that contained the star and hurried back to Childe.

“Ajax! Look what I found!”

Childe turned his head towards you as he was looking through a few wreaths by the wall. He immediately smiled at your enthusiasm, nodding in approval as he walked over to you.

“You like it, baby?” He said as he took the box from your hands, inspecting it for himself. He hummed as he examined the box, a sweet grin on his lips.

You nodded eagerly. “Mhm! Do you think we should get it? It’s so pretty!”

Childe chuckled as he gently handed the box back to you. “It is pretty,” He smiled with approval. “Just like you.”

You giggled at his words, a soft blush coating your cheeks. Childe took a step closer as he gently cupped your cheek, his touch soft and tender. He looked around the store, making sure that no one was around and watching, before stealing a quick kiss from your lips. His lips against yours were gentle and loving, his lips tasting like the cherry candy he had eaten on the way to the store. He reluctantly pulled away, caressing his thumb affectionately on your cheek.

“You are my star, darling. You sparkle brightly, just like my love for you.”

If there is one thing you’re sure about, it’s that Pantalone would never hesitate to spend his mora on you. He has proved that to you several times already, and today was no exception. 

Pantalone had his hand resting by your waist as he walked alongside you, several Fatui agents following behind the two of you holding several bags in their arms. Christmas season was the time of the year his agents dreaded the most — it would be the time of the year Pantalone goes on an excessive shopping spree. Tending to Pantalone’s needs were more than enough for them, but ever since the two of you had gotten together, the agents’ jobs had become much more complicated.

The banker had always been known for his immense spending, but you had never expected him to be so generous with his gifts for you. As the two of you walked from store to store, Pantalone would be paying attention to you and your body language. If he saw you gazing at an item even a second longer than you normally would, Pantalone would order his agents to pick it up and add it to his cart. 

The two of you had just walked out of a cafe after drinking some hot cocoa, when Pantalone saw a store that caught his eye. He squeezed your waist before nudging you to follow him. Walking into the store, you noticed that it was a jewellery store. You huffed softly, knowing fully well where this was going.

Walking up to the counter, Pantalone was quick to scan over the pieces of jewellery that were on display. You followed behind, peeking at the counter from over his shoulder. You let out a soft hum as you felt him grab your hand, gently holding it and caressing the back of your palm. 

“Excuse me, miss.” Pantalone called out to the sales attendant. “I’d like to have a look at these.”

Your eyes followed his finger that was pointing at a piece, and the attendant was quick to pull it out of the display for him. As the attendant carefully placed the piece on the counter for him, you noticed that it was a necklace with an amethyst pendant. The gem was uniquely cut, highlighting the crystal’s beauty as the soft glimmer of light shone on it. Pantalone turned around before looking at you with a knowing smile.

“Here, let me help you try it on.” Pantalone said softly as he carefully took the necklace from its cushion, gently brushing your hair to the side of your neck before delicately clasping the necklaces around your neck. He rearranged your hair before taking a step back, observing you. He let out a satisfied hum, gesturing to the attendant to pull out a mirror to show you. “What do you think, love?”

You gasped softly as you stared at yourself through the reflection, gazing with awe as the necklace did a splendid job at accentuating your collarbone. You turned back to Pantalone before nodding softly, a sweet smile on your lips. “I like it.”

He chuckled lightly, taking a step towards you before gently reaching out to hold the pendant in between his fingers. “You look absolutely resplendent in purple, darling.”

You blushed lightly, straying your gaze away from him in a shy manner. “You don’t have to buy it for me, you know.”

“But Christmas is coming, love.” He tried to reason, gently holding your chin before making you look at him. “I insist on getting you a gift.”

You stared at him with slight disbelief. You then turned your head to look at the four agents that were standing a few meters away from the two of you, your eyes landing on the numerous bags that were in their hands. “What’s all of that then?”

Pantalone let out a soft chuckle before pulling you into his arms, gently pressing against his chest. “Can you really blame me for wanting to spoil my darling?”

‘I swear, you’re just using Christmas as an excuse for spoiling me.” You huffed softly, crossing your arms. “...Not that I mind, of course.”

He let out a content hum before placing a small kiss on your cheek. “Good, good. That’s what I like to hear, my love.” He turned towards the sales attendant before nodding at her. “I’ll take the necklace.”

Once the two of you left the store after paying, Pantalone wrapped his arms around your waist once more while strolling across the Plaza. You still had the necklace around your neck, one of his agents carrying the casing with them. Pantalone turned his head towards, gazing at you affectionately.

“The necklace looks absolutely radiant on you, darling.” He complimented you once again. “Don’t take it off while you’re out and with me, alright? I want to see you wearing it.”

You smiled softly before nodding, leaning your head onto his shoulder. “Alright, my love.”

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[doodledraw]

It wasn’t something they used to do off the ice. It was a routine so embedded into their cellys that for a long time it was odd to bring this particular routine off the ice. Especially as…charged as it was. And then, as they started to get more comfortable with their relationship, in the company of their teammates and close friends, and this particular routine started to creep out. It was grounding, and it was something that was specifically them, something that differentiated their relationship from a friendship but in a not obvious way. And it never failed to make Pete’s heart stutter, because he’d started to recognize the particular look that Tom got when he was coming over to press their foreheads together, and he started to look forward to it, to press his hand into his wingman’s shoulder or nape of his neck in return. He wouldn’t be mad if it transferred into the privacy of their shared spaces, either.

This is something I drew based on the prompt for day 19 of the Fightertown discord server’s advent calendar! The lovely @oathkeeperoxas mentioned that the prompt hadn’t been taken and….well…in my icemav hockey au brain I just couldn’t help but make some associations and draw this!

it’s actually the visual opposite of another piece that I will be posting in a couple days so there’s that to look forward to.

Serie, I hope you like this doodle and drabble combo <3 happy holidays!!

[pentrologram]

What Normal People Do - 8

You're so, so pissed.

warning/cw for user having a panic attack- basically hurt no comfort

never mentioning how long it takes for me to write a chapter again because wow hi guys it's been two months... i'll be real, it's not my best work, but if i try to nitpick anymore this chapter'll be out when i graduate haha (additional: this is day 25 of my advent calendar! i know this was supposed to be out on christmas day, i'm sorry, i'm sick 😭)

ao3!

ghost/soap/gn!reader (established ghoap)

(Why Did I Like You? Breaking it Off)

Your realization is a scary one.

It takes you taking an Uber home, collapsing in your bed and passing out and waking up before you realize the consequences:

Holy fuck, you loved them.

Them being a couple.

An established couple.

Who got along like water in a stream.

You came to another realization not too shortly after: there’s no way in hell you can tell them if you want your friendship to remain the same. And if you don’t want them to think of you as a creep- because that’s exactly how you feel. 

You feel like a creep, wanting to be a part of their undoubtedly closed, private relationship, wanting to get closer than what’s acceptable, at least in your head. You don’t know when or how or why these feelings have arisen- all you know is that they are just there. And you certainly don’t appreciate them at all.

No, you determine yourself to push down these frankly irrelevant feelings. There’s no use for them by either party, anyway.

Little do you know that on the other side of the plaster and drywall , Johnny’s feeling the same as you .

He’s a lot less in denial about his feelings than you are, though. He came to terms with his feelings a long while ago, and he’s been a lot less subtle about his feelings, too. What with the way he had snuck food from his plate to your own when you ate dinner with them just because you said you liked a certain dish or how he had stopped you from paying for anything while at the countless (literally, countless) art fairs you had been dragged to or the hopelessly-in-love looks he gave you from the other side of a room.

However, much like you, he’s scared.

He’s been stockpiling, hoarding random facts about you and committing them to his memory, just to randomly delight you with something you assume he’d forgotten .

He and Simon have had thirds before, multiple times. People that had left well before morning, whatever. They’d never seen anyone like you before—sweet, little you. You who had barged into their hearts with your broken one, nestled deep, curled up and settled.

Still, he’s scared. He and Simon had never talked about their relationship like that before, because they never needed to.

You, though, were making him question things. He had always thought- assumed?- that Simon was the one and only person for him. Only Simon could fill a persistent ache in his heart, could soothe his overactive mind and lull him into rest. However, when you came along, suddenly Johnny felt the same way he had when he first met Simon. Suddenly, he was poking the bear that was the 6’4 masked Lieutenant in base after being transferred into the 141, giddy off of boyish nerves and fickle puppy love that soon turned into something more.

Suddenly, you make Johnny feel as though he’s a lot younger than he is.

And don’t get him wrong, it’s bloody amazing . He adores you- well and truly , he does. He’s scared of how Simon will react, though.

He and Simon are birds of a feather, really, and he knows that Simon likes you a fair amount. The real question is if Simon thought of you the way Johnny did, or if to him, you were just a good friend. It’s that thought that makes Johnny scared- that if he introduced the idea of including you in their relationship, Simon would be disgusted, maybe even offended. It’s that thought that gives him pause and stops him from bringing it up to Simon.

More fuel to the fire of your trepidation: you're so anxious about the sculpture. You know they know that it was someone else (technically), but the memory of throwing that sculpture- god, you feel terrible about it. Yeah, you were maybe a lot intoxicated, but it was still insanely terrifying. You just knew that if you were to go up to them unguarded they would split your brain open and see everything within you. They would be able to tell that you broke the sculpture and they’d see your weakness and then they’d hate you for it. You’re convinced that they’d hate you about it so much that they will get you kicked out of your lovely new apartment somehow, maybe from a friendship with the landlord, and then convince your job to drop you for being a deplorable sculpture-shatterer. Maybe they'd even go as far as to go onto the news about you and your deplorable-ness since Johnny had gained internet reach via the homophobic outburst. Maybe they’d turn you in to the cops. Maybe you’d get locked up, like how Simon was trying to get the original vandal to be. Needless to say, you didn’t talk to either of them about the incident, going rigid whenever it got mentioned, going to yourself ‘god, maybe they’ve found you out’ when all it is is Simon grumbling about the local police being little to no help. You’ve also been sort of avoiding them, not responding to Johnny’s texts as much or purposefully timing taking out the trash to catch Simon and Riley on their afternoon walks. You don’t think they notice, since they’ve been caught up in a sudden wave of support on practically all ends- you’re sure you saw a few strangers loitering on their doorstep a few separate times. 

Despite all of your anxiety, life still moves on. You worked nearly every day for the past two weeks before getting two days off. The clinic had been swamped because a nearby elementary school had a lice outbreak; first-time moms who had never heard about lice shampoo came flocking to your practice. It probably would’ve been funny, you supposed, but it was just tiring to deal with back-to-back upset toddlers with upset parents. You were so tired that when Johnny reached out to invite you to watch a horror movie in preparation for Halloween, you couldn’t even bother with your anxiety declining, just wanting some sort of comfort. 

Now, you’re at the boys’ apartment, contemplating the benefits of leaping out of their balcony; just to rid yourself of the near-crippling anxiety of being so close to the two of them. You're settled into the couch to watch Jennifer's Body with the boys, and Simon is lounged with his mask off and he has one burly arm over the top of the couch , practically over Johnny's shoulders as Johnny sort of sits right in the divot between Simon's cushion (since he’s buff enough to warrant his own cushion) and the cushion he should’ve been sitting on, enticing you to sit closer than normal to Johnny.

Knowing what you know now, you don't. Feeling what you do now, you don’t. You even take the opportunity to put a little space between you two, sitting purposefully on the other side of the couch. You’re honestly scared that if you do sit close to him, they'll take you sitting shoulder to shoulder with Johnny wrong.

You settle in, kicking your stocking-clad feet up onto the couch as you watch the first scene of the movie .

You zone out for a while and it’s not until Simon huffs a gruff chuckle at something or other- you weren't really paying attention- that you zone back in. Then, as if recalling something, his brown gaze bores directly through the fucking tissues of your face, right over an asleep Johnny, who had leaned in his sleep, his head now on your shoulder. He’s kind of (really) scary like this, just staring at you. It’s more tense without a lighthearted Johnny to diffuse the tension.

“You’re jumpy,” he observes.

“I’m not.” You’re not.

“Are y’ sure? You haven’t been seeming like yourself for a while, bun.”

“I’m fine.” You are. He scrutinizes you and you can feel a pit of anxiety in your stomach, which quickly turns into an irrational sort of anger. “Don’t look at me like that.” You half-snap. He had just looked at you so closely that you’re utterly convinced he knows exactly what you’re thinking, which only serves to irritate you further.

“Sorry.” He says, but he doesn’t seem sorry, only surprised.

“No, you’re not.” He’s not . His brow furrows.

“Bun, are you-“

“Stop.” You say, and he does. Johnny starts to drool. You look back to the movie. Simon doesn’t, and it ticks you off- his eyes are analytical but soft. Like he’s pitying you, which confuses you- what about you is there to pity? You’re convinced he knows everything about the sculpture now, what with the intensity of his gaze earlier. He should be feeling angry at you, not sorry for you.

“ Stop looking at me like that!” You burst out, making Johnny flinch awake, his head stuttering as it rises up from your tensed shoulders. He blinks blearily at you and your heart stutters, because even mostly asleep, he’s drop-dead gorgeous. He’s so pretty. It shouldn’t be allowed. Unexpectedly, it just adds more fuel to the fire that is your anxiety-driven rage.

“Wh’s-” Johnny starts.

“Bun, it’s okay- hey,” Simon cuts in.

“Fucking stop! I don’t get how you can be so- so calm all the time when you hate me,” you say, traitorous tears pricking at your eyes. “I know you know that I broke the vase, a-and it’s so infuriating when you act like nothing’s wrong! Like it doesn’t matter! Like you’re just- waiting for the perfect moment to strike on me and force me to pay my dues or something! Being quietly pissed off is shitty and rude and dehumanizing!"

You fight through the rising nausea and-

"-I hate that you know that I love you!" Embarrassment rises to your cheeks. It's slick and toxic, because *what the fuck*, no way you just said that?! You're fuming as you get up on unsteady feet and leave their apartment, narrowly avoiding the next wave of trick-or-treaters. You fumbled with your key before prying open the door of your apartment , falling onto your bed and crying into your pillow, frustrated with yourself.

That was awesome. That was great. You'd just confessed everything you knew they knew- if they didn't, they surely did now. They'd hate you. You really had to start detaching yourself from your apartment now, because you were almost 99% they would be reporting you for harassment or something to your landlord.

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Both Simon and Johnny are confused as they sit on the couch in stunned silence in the aftermath.

"Well." Simon murmurs.

"Yeah.”

“I mean… well, fuck. Right bloody mess, that.”

“Only a mess? More like-” Johnny stops himself and bites his lower lip , hesitating .

“Well? Go’n, then,” Simon interjects, bumping Johnny’s shoulder. “More like what?” 

Internally, Johnny berates himself for the slip-up, since the plan has never been to tell Simon the truth. To confess that he-

No, he’s sure Simon must have an inkling of the direction of the secret he’s concealed for the better half of a month. Simon knows him too well, too intimately, their souls too closely intertwined for any secret to survive longer than a month. He should just fess up, he knows, but speaking the words would only be painful and he feels like they both could do with a lot less pain.

“Si, it’s-”

“Bullshit,” Simon says nearly immediately, his eyes glaring daggers through Johnny’s skull, making him gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Jus’ spit it out.” He hisses.

“I… Si,” he sighs out. “Si, Ah really like them. Like, really,” he says sulkily. “Ah still love ye the same, an’ I still think you’re my soulmate an’ all, But…. Somethin’ abou’ them, Si, I dunno.”

“Ah, Johnny,” Simon says, sighing, drawing Johnny closer to his side. “Tha’ isn’t anything to worry about,” he rumbles, “I feel the same, y’know. Thought you clued it out by now.”

“Really?” Johnny asks, peering up at his lover.

“Yeah, really, with your dumbass.”

“Oh. Well. I think- I think they feel the same.”

“You think ? They fundamentally confessed, love,” he mutters.

“Yeah, ollright,” Johnny huffs. “What d’ya suppose we do, then, if yer all-knowing?”

“Well, we tell 'em, don’t we? Get them a nice dinner. Some wine. The works.”

“Uh-huh. I think they’re scared of us, though, Si,” Johnny says quietly.

“I think you’re paranoid.” Simon presses a kiss on Johnny’s forehead. Johnny huffs again but offers no further cheek. “I say we take ‘em out to Ivy Springfield’s. Alright?”

“Alright.”

<- back next ->

[writerfae]

Christmas movie au Advent Calendar 🎄

Day Nine: 🍪Baking🍪

Christmas special tag list: @bunnymermaidsblog @deadlycupid @dustylovelyrun @ladywithalamp @sleepy-night-child @theguywithnonickname

Talon couldn’t remember the last time he ever baked.

He must’ve been a kid back then, helping his mother and sister with Christmas preparations. He hadn’t done that in a long time.

He was no talent in the kitchen, but as he told Aiden and Maya, the two had told him not to worry about it.

“Making cookies is easy, everyone can do it.”

Besides, they said, he had two experts with him.

“Baking is literally part of my job,” Maya reminded him. “And Aiden here has been helping me and my mother with making the cookies for the Christmas market ever since we were children.”

When Halea would find out that Talon was helping to bake cookies, she’d probably fall off her chair laughing.

She was absolutely convinced that her friend could set fire to cereal and she had more than one reason to believe that.

Luckily he wasn’t as much of a disastrous baker as he had anticipated.

He would lie if he said he wasn’t at least a little daunted when he was sat in front of a massive bowl and told to make a portion of dough all by himself, cause apparently they needed so much of it that that one bowl - or even two - won’t do.

But beside the fact that the flour he dumped into the bowl left behind a cloud of dust that made him cough and covered half his face, which resulted in Aiden clinging to Maya in laughter, it all went rather smoothly.

Okay, maybe Talon did throw some flour at Aiden about laughing at him and maybe that did result in a little flour battle that Maya later scolded them for, even if it was in a fond tone that gave away she wasn’t actually mad.

Nearly the whole countertop was covered in rolled out Christmas cookie dough.

As they started to cut out the dough in the form of stars and Christmas trees Talon was sure that they could feed the whole town plus reindeer population with the amount of cookies they were making.

“That’s the goal,” Aiden said laughing, when Talon voiced his thought to the other two. “They’ll be sold at the Christmas market after all. You’d be surprised how fast these cookies are gone.”

They chatted about this and that while they cut out the cookies and Talon had to admit to himself that he indeed had fun, something he didn’t expect.

Though he should’ve guessed, because with Aiden everything turned out to be more fun than he expected it to.

He was just fun to be around with his jokes and stories and the occasional friendly touches that never failed to make Talon’s heart react to it - and it made Talon feel content.

In fact, he hasn’t felt as good, as happy in a long while (if you left out the big elephant in the room, that was).

After the first few batches were in the oven. Maya excused herself because of an appointment she apparently forgot about.

“I’ll be back in an hour or so,” she had told them. “Remember to melt the chocolate for the topping, the first load should be done in a while. And Talon, make sure the chocolate actually ends up on the cookies and not in Aiden’s stomach instead.”

With that last warning she was gone.

Aiden pouted. “Killjoy.”

Talon laughed. “Come on, let’s do what she told us. Maybe I’ll let you have some of the chocolate if you tell me how we’ll best get it to melt.”

Now it was Aiden who laughed. “Deal.”

The batches were done right on time as they finished melting the chocolate.

They got them out of the oven, put in the next few batches and once the cookies had cooled down a little, began to decorate them with the chocolate and all kinds of other stuff.

As most of the melted chocolate was spread out on the cookies, Aiden took a spoon and began to scrape up the rest that was still in the bowl.

As he found Talon looking at him, he chuckled. “What? You said I could have some of the chocolate.”

He offered Talon the spoon full of chocolate. “Or do you want some, too?”

Instead of answering, Talon simply leaned forward and took the offered spoon into his mouth. Aiden’s eyes widened in surprise, but he held the eye contact Talon maintained throughout it all (in strange rush of confidence) until Talon leaned back into his seat again.

“Thanks,” he said with a grin on his face. “That tasted good.”

Aiden swallowed, then he nodded. Loading the spoon with chocolate once again, he lifted it to his own lips this time, not at all seeming to mind that this was the same spoon Talon had in his mouth seconds ago.

Talon couldn’t stop his eyes from staring down at Aiden’s mouth as he licked the spoon clean.

Oh, he was so gone for this boy, who was he even trying to kid.

Aiden’s gaze flickered up to Talon watching him and for a moment they only stared at each other, spoon and chocolate and everything else around them forgotten.

Talon could swear Aiden was leaning forward slowly and he was pretty sure he did the same when suddenly the ringing of the oven startled the two and the moment was over.

“I’ll get the cookies,” Aiden said, clearing his throat.

Was he blushing or did Talon only project his own bashfulness onto him?

Would they have kissed if the oven didn’t disturb them?

Or did he maybe inhale too much flour?

But ever since that moment there was a certain tension in the room and Talon was almost glad when Maya came back and he wasn’t alone with Aiden anymore.

He suspected that Maya could feel it, too.

When Talon excused himself later, claiming that he had an important call to make, she let him go without much complaint, thanking him for his help.

And Aiden, too, didn’t try to get him to stay.

Maybe he was just as shaken about their almost-kiss or whatever you would call the moment they shared as he was.

Talon left, taking the scarf with him despite his better judgment. He had barely sat a foot into his room when he already dialed Halea’s number.

“Halea, I don’t know how long I can take this anymore.”

[shan-yee]

•𝘋𝘢𝘺 𝘝 = 𝙉𝙨𝙛𝙬 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙑𝙞𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙧 [𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚]

•𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 = 𝙑𝙞𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙚

•𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 = 𝙎𝙚𝙭, 𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙣𝙙 ��𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙮 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚, 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

•𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 = 2150

•𝘈/𝘕 = English is not my first language, please let me know if you see any mistakes ! Enjoy ✨

Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

⇰ Viktor is often tired after a session but he always takes the time to caress and kiss his partner while asking her how she feels.

⇰ He is extremely gentle and it’s with pleasure that he will take a bath with her while trying to beat his fatigue, generally he won’t stay long and will go to bed after being sure that she no longer needs of him.

Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

⇰ Honestly he doesn't like much about himself, but if he had to choose he would probably say his hair. He takes great care of it, keratin product, shampoo, conditioner, etc.

⇰ He particularly likes it when his partner runs her fingers through his locks, it's a very intimate act for him and he generally doesn't let anyone touch them.

⇰ About his girlfriend ? He loves everything about her but especially her hands. He often caresses them absently and loves to hold them during the act.

Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

⇰ Viktor likes to finish inside or in a protection depending on whether his partner is taking contraception.

⇰ I think that at the start of his relationship he won't like cumming on his girlfriend's body, feeling like he's dirtying her. But when it happens by accident and he sees that the reader likes it, he will end up secretly enjoying doing it.

⇰ He has an average amount of cum, maybe a little less than most men.

Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

⇰ I think that he would keep it to himself but Viktor feels a certain attraction to Jayce, sexual but above all romantic. He would act as if he doesn’t and try to convince himself, but the more time passes, the more he will realize it.

⇰ After a few years he will become more attentive to the relationship that his partner shares with Jayce, secretly hoping that she too, is not insensitive to his charm.

⇰ However, he won’t ever think about leaving the reader for him and will never do anything behind her back.

Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

⇰ To be honest, Viktor wasn't really experienced in love or anything sexual before meeting his partner. He had neither the desire nor the time to be interested in this kind of thing.

⇰ Once in a relationship he will do a lot of research and perhaps ask advice from Jayce, in whom he trusts enough to confide.

⇰ Over time he’ll know what he is doing and will like to learn by listening to his partner's desires, in fact, he will surely be the type to ask a lot of questions during the act.

Favorite position (This goes without saying.)

⇰ Viktor likes to be close to his partner and feel her warmth, or coldness, against his skin. Depending on his state of health, some positions can be quite complicated.

⇰« Face off » is one of his favorites since it provides great proximity and he does not need to move, which allows him to save his strength.

⇰ He really likes missionary although over time he finds it a little difficult to support himself, cowgirl is also a good option so he can keep his energy up.

Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

⇰ Viktor is quite serious and romantic, he thinks that sex is an intimate moment and he would not like to burst the bubble of calm that he and his partner will have created with a poorly placed joke.

⇰ On the other hand, at the beginning of his relationship, when he is still inexperienced, one or two little jokes from his partner will help him realx a little.

Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

⇰ Viktor is very well groomed, from hair to his —non-existent—beard to pubic hair. He will not remove everything but will make sure that there is not too much and that it does not bother his partner during a blowjob for example.

⇰ Also, I don't think that he really cares if his girlfriend shaves or not. He will never impose this choice on her and if she asks his opinion he will answer that she is perfect with, as without.

Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

⇰ As said above, Viktor is very romantic and sweet. He wants everything to be perfect and takes great care of his partner.

⇰ He will often ask her how she feels and if she likes what he does, especially at the beginning of their relationship when he won’t be very sure of what he does.

⇰ He's the type to plan a romantic dinner, even though he doesn't really know how to cook and doesn't have time, and a nice hot bath before sexy time.

Jack off (Masturbation headcanon)

⇰ Before being in a relationship he didn't really think about it, maybe once a month. He was far too busy with his work to feel any lack of sex.

⇰ Once he begins to explore his intimacy he will feel a little more desire but he will wait to be with his partner most of the time.

⇰ He finds that his hand does not give him the same pleasure that is girlfriends hand does.

Kink (One or more of their kinks)

⇰ I already talked about it above but a treesome with Jayce is clearly on his mind, I even think that it's more than a fantasy and that he has real feelings for his friend although he’s struggling to accept it.

⇰ Maybe a breeding kink ? I feel like Viktor would want a family, but he never talks about it since he finds it would be selfish to have a child knowing that he probably only has a few years left.

Location (Favorite places to do the do)

⇰ Viktor prefers above all the comfort of his sheets, he is rather classic and his condition does not allow him to do it everywhere, the bathroom and the living room are also good options.

⇰ He would be willing to try in the laboratory, but i will talk more about it later.

Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

⇰ Honestly, he doesn't need much, Viktor is a big fan of caresses and kisses. Usually a few kisses on the neck are enough for him.

NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

⇰ Viktor will never agree to hurt the reader, even if it wouldn't bother her, he simply wouldn't be able to do it. Everything that is impact play, breath play or electrostimulation is a no no for him.

⇰ Same for humiliation and dirty talk, he wouldn't be able to speak badly to his partner, he loves her too much to call her a "whore" and "slut" and for dirty talk he simply wouldn’t know what to say.

Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

⇰ Viktor likes to provide pleasure in many different ways and oral is one of his favorite ways. He loves hearing his partner and feeling her thighs tighten around his head.

⇰ Even though he had no experience, he learned very quickly by listening and watching his girlfriend's reactions.

⇰ He will never say no to a blowjob even though he clearly prefers to give. I think it's also because he doesn't do much during penetration and for him, foreplay is a way of making up for.

Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

⇰ His condition does not allow him to do crazy things and, anyway, Viktor likes to take his time and savor the sensation of being inside his partner.

⇰ Generally it’ not him who moves and he will not be very complicated, he’ll follow what his partner wants and will help her as best he can with his hands on her hips.

⇰ It's a bit the same thing for foreplay, he watches the pace that his girlfriend prefers.

Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

⇰ Viktor is not a big fan of quickies, I don't think he would refuse if his partner initiated one, just before a meeting for example.

⇰ But it is true that he clearly prefers to take his time in the comfort of their bed. A quickie doesn't really allow him to take care of his girlfriend and for him foreplay--yes again-- is very important.

⇰ So maybe once or twice a week.

Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

⇰ At the start of his relationship no, it's still very new for him and he prefers to explore his sexuality calmly and secretly.

⇰ But with time and if his partner wishes, he would be willing to add a little bit of risk in their sex life, a quickie in his laboratory for example.

Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

⇰ It all depends on whether we are only talking about penetration or we are also counting foreplay, and the positions used.

⇰ Viktor likes to make foreplay last, because he likes to provide pleasure to his partner but also because he knows that during penetration she will surely be the one who moves the most. Generally these last around thirty minutes and more if his girlfriend decides to take care of him.

⇰ Depending on the positions—for penetration—used, it could last three or even four rounds if he is in good shape and has been able to rest. Unfortunately, the more his health deteriorated, the more difficult it would be for him to last long and catch his breath.

Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

⇰ Before being in a relationship he never had one, but after a few discussions with his partner and if he sees that she enjoys using them he will do some research and decide to get some for her.

⇰ He won’t use them on himself but will like to give pleasure to the reader with them, compared to some men he does not think that using them means that he does not know how to satisfy his partner.

⇰ Maybe if he finds himself having free time and especially if the lab is free, he would be able to create one himself. He will take into account the toys that give the reader the most pleasure and make combinations or others—yes I saw the hexstrap—.

Unfair (how much they like to tease)

⇰ Viktor is not really a tease, he may tease his partner here and there by preventing her from cumming once or twice but generally it does not last long.

⇰ He prefers much more to hear her take pleasure and admire her losing all her means.

Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

⇰ The first times Viktor will be quite embarrassed by his moans and will try to hold back but it’a stronger than him, with a few reassuring words he will let go and no longer hold back.

⇰ He grunts more than moans and closes his eyes while frowning, he is very expressive in the act.

Wild care (Get a random headcanon)

⇰ I think that Viktor would like his partner to find someone after his death. He will hesitate a lot before getting into a relationship, telling himself that it would be selfish.

⇰ He would talk to her about it, telling her that she deserves to be happy after him, he would not be jealous and would simply hope that she does not completely forget him after his death, that she keeps a small place for him in his heart.

X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

⇰ Physically Viktor is thin but slender, so I think that his dick is the same thing, so maybe 16cm in length and 12cm in girth—i’m bad at this so i’m gonna stop here help.—

Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

⇰ Quite moderate, before getting with his partner he never thought about it.

⇰ Also, Viktor is often overwhelmed by his responsibilities and work, so he is exhausted most of the time. However, this does not prevent him from feeling desire for his girlfriend, on the contrary, he wants to touch her every time he sees her.

⇰ I think that if he were less tired and had better health, he would be much more active.

Zzz (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

⇰ He usually falls asleep first, after about ten minutes and a few cuddles. The next day, having the habit of waking up very early, he will make up for it with a breakfast in bed which he will often have difficulty making.

⇰ The more the years pass, the less he will be able to perpetuate this little ritual and finally, he will simply wake up his beloved with kisses filled with love.

[mcytadventevent]

Only about six months late, I am glad to FINALLY present to the community what was supposed to be the New Years Day collaboration!

Wrapping up the 2024 Advent Event, Several artists and writers have created the scene of Scott and Jimmy’s New Year's Party! Please thank the wonderful @platedpixels and her sister for drawing most of the YouTubers! And for saving my hide when I began to struggle with the collab!

@pearlescent-poppies for his story about Scott and Jimmy's perspective of the party!

@anpanbun for drawing Ren!

@cuterrguy for drawing Martyn!

and madame_mungbean on Archive of our Own for writing Martyn, Ren, and Bdubs!

Without all of these participants, there wouldn't be a collab. Please give them all the recognition they deserve. Everyone put so much time and effort into their parts of this work, and it means the absolute world to me.

Thank you so much to every participant and viewer, all of you made this entire event possible. Thank you!

The New Years celebration had been months ago. Warm lights and genuine smiles lighting up a room, and perhaps a few too many drinks going around than what was strictly necessary.

If you were to ask anyone who was in attendance, you might get a chuckle at some forgotten joke. Maybe a shake of a head and too-quick, "couldn't tell ya." Many people couldn't seem to remember. A few people preferred, "you just had to be there." Telltale signs of a perfect party.

If you’d as Bdubs how it went, he would get loud, rambling about the awfully booming music and Etho. Always Etho. When didn't Bdubs whine about Etho? And was so different about this time that made his cheeks so red?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64344544/chapters/165182023

Martyn's face would flush a firey red. He'd mumble some awkward excuse about how many people he had to deal with, and how strong the drinks were, and how tired he was at midnight, but one sneaking glance at Ren would say the words he couldn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64344544/chapters/165178783

Scott would laugh, because of course he would. He would mention how, despite being the first of such holiday get-together she'd hosted, it was still her best. Then, like you were glass, he'd begin to discuss how to make it better for next year. Jimmy, always by his husband's side, would chime in with details here and there.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64374604

Lizzie would shake her head and put a finger to her lips, shushing any questions with a twinkle in her eye. Then, hand in Joel's, they'd walk away together.

Scar would display his best salesman smile and tell you how amazing he looked in his lovely Christmas attire, because a different holiday doesn't mean he can't look great, and give you a teasing wink. Does he even remember what he did?

Ren would throw his hands in the air, a dramatic display of storytelling as he recounts everything in great detail. All the way until the countdown, where he grows quiet and insists the rest is a secret.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64344544/chapters/165181348

You don't think you'll ever know what really happened.

[cybertroniannugget]

Snowball fight on base

Dec 14

Literally what's going on

The title pretty much gives it away.

"I prefer the old base actually...", Sam mumbled under his breath, but you and Mikaela heard him.

"Don't be a wuss, it's only cold if you go outside."

"He's scared of the Polar bears.", Mikaela snickers, adjusting her scarf.

You turn to look at your brother. "Polar bears...? In a severely feced, supervised and protected area like this? There are none here. Outside of the fence, yes but as long as you don't go there you'll be fine."

"Hrmph", was the only thing he brought out, regretting ever leaving the warmth of the base.

The three of you didn't walk for long, when you spot a group of bots and soldiers having an intense snowball fight.

After getting a closer look you noticed that there aren't any teams, just them throwing the cold bullets everywhere.

Before you could ask to join, a snowball hit Sam's arm. You take this as an invitation, bending down to grab some snow and running towards the battlefield.

Ratchet and Ironhide had a rather bitter 1v1, and you couldn't figure out what fueled it for the better of it.

"Alright, let's form teams.", you say looking into the round of bots and humans alike.

"I will not be in HIS team.", Ratchet states, shooting a glare at Ironhide, who already held two snowballs, one in each servo.

With that, the Medic walks over to Jazz.

"Fine, we'll win.", the weapon's specialist grumbles, staying next to you.

"Wait, you're participating Ratchet?", you ask rather confused.

Usually the medic distanced himself from such activities.

"If I can get some sense into this bot's processor I'll do this."

"That's the spirit.", Epps chuckled, standing next to the Medic.

"Oh come on Epps, that's betrayal!"

"That's what you get for eating the last coconut macaroon. Now that is betrayal"

He points at you. "You gotta make more of those."

You show a thumbs up at him. "Will do!"

"Come over here.", Jazz calls to you.

Shaking your head, you decline, forming a snowball in your hands.

"No chance, I wanna beat yo ass!", you yell, laughing.

You look over to Lennox, who walks up to you, armed as well.

"Alright everyone, walk over to the your team of choice.", Lennox shouted for everyone to hear.

"And keep it even!", you add.

After some rustling, uncertainty and more yelling, everyone had found their teams.

Your team consisted of Ironhide, Lennox, Mudflap, Jolt, Dino, Mikaela and 3 other soldiers.

Jazz's team got Ratchet, Bumblebee, Epps, Skids who was adamant on beating his twin, Arcee, Wheelie, Sideswipe, Sam

"That is not even!", Skids complains in frustration.

A snowball hits him right in the face.

"Cuz we ain't 20 people. We're 19 so live with it!", Mudflap shouts across the freshly formed battlefield.

This was the non communicated sign to let the fire begin.

In the span of 5 seconds, what was a peaceful spot turned into a storm of flying snowballs.

You realized that you didn't agree on any rules, the rather big snowballs hitting you being a cruel reminder of that.

"Try not to make the humans fly away with your throws!", Ironhide calls out loudly, saving your and the other human's behinds.

[dearggntlereader]

Nr.16 Huddled close ༻¨ : ·. ｡⋆⍋*｡

Mattheo Riddle x reader CW: none except for not proofread

The Astronomy Tower is quiet, only the quiet whistle of the cold wind accompanying your shared breaths. You and Mattheo sit huddled close on the cold stone floor, the faint sounds of the party still in your ear.

It was too much.

Too loud, too crowded. Too many faces and voices.

Too many people pulling you to dance or drink or laugh or talk with them.

“Bet they think we’re up here snogging,” Mattheo mutters, a teasing smirk tugging at his lips. His breath is warm against your cheek, a stark contrast to the icy air biting at your exposed skin.

The dress you're wearing is flimsy and your jacket is much too light for the weather.

You roll your eyes but don’t pull away from him, a small smile gracing your lips.

“Let them think whatever they want. Better than dealing with them down there,” you mutter, voice low.

You’re freezing, but you’re scared to move closer. His arm is slung over your shoulders, pulling you loosely against his side. His hand, rough and calloused, is tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder.

He’s close but not close enough to help much with the biting cold.

“Cold?” he asks, his voice softer now as if he can read your thoughts. Like he knows how you feel about him and wants to spare your feelings.

Or maybe like he wants to make you feel warm and comforted because he cares about you.

“Freezing,” you admit, teeth chattering even as you try to stop them.

He huffs a laugh, voice unfairly attractive. “Guess I’ll have to do something about that.”

Before you can respond, he’s tugging you even closer, pulling the edges of his coat around both of you. It smells like him, smoke and something warm and woodsy. 

Usually you’d wrinkle your nose at the smell of smoke but something about this doesn’t bother you.

Maybe it’s the fact that the smell is just so him.

“Better?” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nod, resting your head against his shoulder in a moment of careless bravery. 

“Much.”

You turn to look at the sky, never quite dark at Hogwarts, ignoring the feel of his eyes on you until you can’t.

“You’re staring,” you tease, voice heavy with something deeper, the warmth of his closeness giving away space for hope.

“So?” he replies, his smile turning into another smirk before he takes a labored breath. “Maybe I like looking at you.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks and you look away again, focusing instead on the glistening and twinkling stars above.

It’s quiet again, but it’s not the suffocating stillness of being alone or the uncomfortable silence after a bad joke. It’s the kind of quiet that wraps around you like a thick, warm blanket. The kind that leaves your head empty, calm instead of bustling with thoughts.

Mattheo shifts slightly, leaning his head on yours. “We can stay here as long as you want,” he murmurs.

“Even if we freeze to death?” you quip, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye.

He grins, his usual cockiness tempered by the gentleness in his gaze. “Might be worth it.”

The implications of that leave butterflies in your stomach.

You roll your eyes, but your smile betrays you as you snuggle closer to him.

Somewhere below, the party continues without you, but you don’t mind. You prefer it here, wrapped in Mattheo’s warmth, surrounded by the quiet of the moon and stars.

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[suspensefulpen]

Here’s an idea I wish I had a while ago,

You guys know the advent calendars that they make for the holidays?

What if Whumper created their own advent calendar for Whumpee? Or even Caretaker, Carewhumper or another Whumpee doing it for them.

How sweet/terrifying would that be? Everyday leading up to the holiday(s), a present is waiting for them. Bonus points if they’re found in a different location everyday and/or Whumpee has to solve a riddle to find it. This could also work for a Whumpee’s birthday.

Bonus bonus points if Whumpee does it for someone else. As a thank you for Caretaker or maybe even Carewhumper. As a thank you for Whumper from a conditioned Whumpee. Or a fuck you thank you for a Whumper from a Whumpee who’s plotting to kill/get back at them.

[gumm7sharks]

Presenting, the DCA Advent Calendar!

Cover by @monsteractialuna

Summary:

The law has just given animatronics the same rights as people, freeing them from their flaky entertainment prisons. On a whim, you take two brothers under your wing; solar opposites from each others. Will you be to hold your sanity together teaching them how to live? Or will you find there too broken to be fixed?

Chapter 1 - Tree Murder (Ao3) (Tumblr)

Chapter 2 -Diabolical Decorations (Ao3) (Tumblr)

Chapter 3 -???

Chapter 4 -???

Chapter 5 -???

Chapter 6 -???

Chapter 7 -???

Chapter 8 -???

Chapter 9 -???

Chapter 10 -???

Other contributors (Art and Beta- reader):

@alynwrench @midnight-mourning @beetle-fettle @gyxtar0luvs