#c. Lettie

[agent-mm-25]

Jadis: *Exists*.

Aunt Letty: "I'm about to end this circus freak's whole career".

[llondonfog]

twst six sentence sunday

He watches Silver's head droop lower and lower with growing incredulity, until the tips of his hair nearly dip into the tiny bat that the barista had crafted into the foam of his coffee.

It's normally here where Sebek would find himself yelling grievances about how un-guardlike this egregious display of behavior was, and giving the other boy beside him a good dressing down until those sleepy opaline eyes cracked open with faint exasperation.

But across the cozy pastry shop sit the other second year students who had rattled his fellow guard with their careless and callous remarks— an act unforgivable no matter how much Sebek scoffed that Silver should hardly pay attention to such foolish human prattle. He doesn't need to glance in their direction to feel the weight of their guilty stares, no doubt brimming with newfound curiosity after their little sparring exhibition earlier, and for some reason he can feel his features slipping into an expression more surly and ill-tempered.

Beside him, Silver exhales a sigh, and Sebek absolutely does not roll his eyes with any modicum of fondness as he redirects the older boy's head to rest on his shoulder before he can truly faceplant into his coffee, refusing to pay attention to the feeling inside of him that swells up as Silver nestles there as if to his own pillow.

Distant murmuring breaks out from across the cafe, and he swallows any remaining ire with a smug gleam of satisfaction, lifting his own cup to his lips— with this reaction, well, he supposes he can let Silver sleep a little longer.

[cursedlegacies]

ambrose penvellyn - lettie heyes - milo foy

[apothmuses]

Closed for @wvsteria Lettie

The ground is made of teeth. That’s it. No other horror. But the ground is made of teeth. They nibble at the shoes a little bit and definitely seem hungry.

Okabe looked at the ground and sighed. Whoever built this contraption was clearly bored. Nothing really scared Okabe so far, (maybe that animal with a gun but Okabe doesn't want to think too hard about the logistics of that) Okabe looked at the stranger and smirked.

"You have to admit, this invention is pretty realistic." He said as he took out a cigarette. "You think we can smoke here?"

[wally-b-feed]

Anthony Fineran (B 1981), Olive Letty C, 2023

[childrenofcain-if]

Please let us comfort C about their knee 😭 I'm seriously going to be angry if there's no option to beat the sh*t out of Alain when we see him in game 😡

I'm begging you for a fluff piece, they deserve it ❤️🙏

C’s dorm always felt quiet—as though the silence itself was holding its breath. even when music hummed low from the speakers, even when there was a mug of tea on the desk and a book abandoned on the bed, even when you were there. especially when you were there.

you hadn’t meant to stay this long—hadn’t meant to be here at all, really. but the night had bled into a soft comfort that made time meaningless, and C had let their guard down in that way they only ever did with you, trading their usual biting flippancy for something quieter. something fragile and hidden beneath layers of disdain that you’d spent years peeling back.

they were standing now, aiming to move toward the small kitchenette attached to the common area, their voice low as they asked, “do you want anything? tea? something else?”

“tea’s fine,” you said, leaning back against the wall, your legs curled beneath you on the bed. it was a simple enough exchange, a moment so ordinary it felt almost... domestic.

and then you saw it—the faint hitch in their step, the way their right leg dragged ever so slightly behind the left.

your heart thudded once, hard enough to make your ribs hurt.

“C,” you said, your voice louder than you meant it to be. they froze mid-step, their back to you, their shoulders taut as if bracing for a blow. “did you—did you fall or something?”

they didn’t turn around. for a moment, you thought they wouldn’t answer at all. then, slowly, they turned their head, their profile striking in the dim light. the shadows softened their face but did nothing to hide the tension in their jaw, the faint tremor in their hands as if you’d caught them doing something illegal.

“no,” they said finally, the word flat and hollow.

you sat up straighter. “then what—”

“it’s nothing,” they snapped, spinning to face you. their voice wasn’t loud, but it was harsh, each syllable flung like glass shards meant to keep you at a distance. their chalcedony green eyes burned, but the fire in them wasn’t the usual fury you’d come to expect from C. it was fear, raw and unfiltered.

“C…” you said again, softer this time, and that was what did it. their face crumpled, not quite enough to be called a collapse, but enough for you to see the exhaustion carved into their bones. they sat down heavily on the bed, their head bowed as if the weight of the moment were too much to bear.

“it’s nothing,” they repeated, but it sounded like a lie even to them.

“i don’t believe you.”

you waited, the silence stretching between you, brittle and acute. finally, they looked up at you, their face pale, their lips pressed into a thin line.

“my father,” they said, the words forced and clipped, as if they were prying them loose from their lungs with a metal wrench. “when i was little. he… he didn’t like that i accidentally broke a china plate from the kitchen while grabbing some food. apparently it was antique and one of its kind. believed i needed to be punished for being so careless.” they laughed bitterly. “he used a baseball bat to teach me a lesson.”

the air in the room shifted, stifling. you couldn’t speak, couldn’t fathom the kind of cruelty it would take to do something like that to a mere child. to C.

you swallowed hard, your throat tight. “let me see.”

they stared at you, their eyes wide and disbelieving. “what?”

“your knee,” you said, your voice steady despite the anger simmering beneath it. “please.”

for a moment, you thought they would refuse. they sat motionless, their hands clenched into fists at their sides, their breath coming shallow and uneven. then, slowly, they nodded.

C stood, their movements stiff and deliberate, and pushed the waistband of their pajama pants down far enough to reveal their knee. the act itself wasn’t sensual, wasn’t sexual; it was simply them letting you in, letting you see a piece of them they’d spent years hiding. but perhaps that knowledge made it all the more intimate.

your breath caught as your eyes fell on the fair, marble-like skin stretched over the joint. the shape of the knee was uneven, the bone obtruding out at odd angles where it had healed wrong. there were faint scars, pale and jagged, like ghostly reminders of the violence that had shaped them. the area around it was slightly swollen, the skin faintly discolored, a muted blue-gray hue that looked almost tender to the touch.

you reached out before you could think better of it, your fingers brushing lightly against the damaged skin. C flinched but didn’t pull away, their eyes locked on yours, their breath hitching as if the contact ached in ways that weren’t physical.

“good god,” you whispered, the word trembling on your lips.

C laughed, uncharacteristically nervous. “it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“it’s worse,” you said, and the anger in your voice shocked you both. but it wasn’t anger at them—it was at the man who had done this, the man who had taken a child and broken them in ways that could never fully be repaired.

without thinking, you leaned down and pressed your lips gently to their knee. the kiss was soft, reverent, more an act of devotion than anything else. C gasped, their hand flying to your hair, their fingers trembling as they threaded through it.

“what are you doing?” they whispered with a surprised look in their eyes.

“loving you,” you said simply, shutting them up.

see, childhood had been a knife stuck in C’s throat for the longest time, honed sharp by alain’s hands.

it was a knife that dulled with time but never stopped twisting. even now, years removed from that godforsaken house, from that evil man, they felt its cold atmosphere in every step they took, every chronic flare of pain in their knee when it rained or when they put too much pressure on their right leg, every stumble they hid behind a sharp tongue and a perfect façade.

vulnerability was a language they had unlearned as a child, carved out of them with every slap, every shout, every moment alain had twisted ‘love’ into something entirely unrecognizable.

and yet, here you were.

your lips pressed to their knee, the damaged joint that had never quite healed, and C felt like they were being slowly undone. the kiss was so gentle, so absurdly soft against the place they hated most about themself, that they thought they might break apart entirely.

no one kissed scars like this. no one kissed something so damningly ruined and made it holy.

C looked down at you, your face turned toward them like you belonged there, like you didn’t see the unflatteringly jutting angles of their bones or the bruises still hidden deep inside their soul which was wrapped in the rage that they inherited from their father.

you saw them. and in that moment, C wondered if you were the only reason they had managed to keep breathing through all the years of pain and silence.

they remembered the first time they laid eyes on you during middle school. you had been all fire and light, laughing with some friends, your smile so bright it had burned them. C, sitting alone at the back of the classroom, had felt a squeeze in their chest they couldn’t name. not yet.

at the time, it had felt like resentment—how dare you shine so freely when their world was filled with shadows which often made them taste the coppery taste of their own blood? how dare you be a star, so untouchable, so effortlessly seen?

but it wasn’t hatred, not really. they knew that now.

for years, they had convinced themselves that their fixation on you was because they wanted to outshine you, to prove they were your equal. they had fought you in every class, thrown snide remarks, done everything they could to make you notice them.

because the truth was, they would have torn the world apart just to make you look at them the way they looked at you.

and when you finally did—when your gaze settled on them, not with pity or contempt but with something startlingly like understanding—they had felt like they could truly breathe for the first time in their life.

now, as you knelt in front of them, your breath ghosting over their skin, C thought that maybe they had been living for you all along.

and it scared the fuck out of them.

because loving someone like this, needing someone like this, was just a brand new knife against their throat. and the most terrifying part of it all was that C’s heart didn’t mind it this time, not at all.

“tu es tutus,” you murmured, your lips brushing over the misshapen bone of their right knee. you’re safe.

they closed their eyes, their lips quirking up in a faint, almost disbelieving smile.

“amor meus, vita mea,” they said softly, their latin perfect, their voice unsteady. my love, my life.

you leaned into them, your forehead resting against their thigh, and they tilted their head back, their breath caught in a way that broke your heart.

C wasn’t a religious person. alain had beaten any notion of faith out of them long before they were old enough to properly understand it. but as they looked at you, they thought that maybe, just maybe, there was something divine about you.

my sweet starkid, they thought, god—or fate, or the universe, or whatever cruel, indifferent force that exists—must have made you just for me.

they reached out to you, their hand trembling slightly as it settled on the back of your neck. they pulled you closer, their lips pressing against your temple in a kiss so light it barely counted as one.

“stay,” they said, the word cracking slightly. it wasn’t a command though; it was a plea.

“i’m not going anywhere,” you replied, your voice steady and sure, and C thought that maybe, for the first time in their life, they believed it.

that really did hammer the nail in the proverbial coffin. you loved C unconditionally, so they lived.

[starchants]

HIGH SPEED AND FULL THROTTLE

poly!fast-team x female!reader ; the team comes home.

word count — 629.

themes + warnings ; nothing but adorable fluff <3

author’s note — i’ve always kinda wondered what it would be like in a poly relationship with everyone of the crew so here is a small lil drabble about it! now to specify since i know some may bring up dom and mia being siblings, yes they are siblings and NO they are not in a relationship they simply share the reader along with their friends and NO they aren’t ever near each other in intimate moments either, i know that isn’t discussed here but i wanted to clarify that as well AND i can do a whole list of headcanons if anyone is interested <3!

support mention ; if you feel like supporting, a nice ‘like’ will suffice on my blog, i know some writers love to ask nicely if you could reblog or comment etc. yet on my blog (no hate towards them as everyone likes appreciation in different ways), but if you’d like to reblog or comment feel free after all this is a safe space for any fan-individual to have fun :’)

masterlist

the growling rumble of numerous cars surrounded the block causing the woman to grin softly to herself as she continued humming along to the voice of reba mcentire that swept through the kitchen. the warming smell of lemon pepper seasoned chicken, homemade mashed potatoes, fresh corn on the cob, and the cinnamon from the apple pie that had been finishing up baking in the oven had flooded through the kitchen of the toretto home. the grin stayed upon the woman’s lips as she moved around the kitchen to grab down the plates for the dinner before she moved towards the silverware drawer and grabbed some prior to heading out the back door, setting up everyone’s spots at the outside table as she heard the shared laughter reaching towards the front door.

“babe?” both dominic and brian had called out in sync as they entered first and couldn’t find their beloved girlfriend who usually greeted them at the door. mia chuckled softly as she took a sniff of the air and knew the woman was probably setting up for dinner, leading to her and letty rushing towards the kitchen in order to beat the boys to the greeting kisses. tej and roman were quick to realize what the girls were doing and quickly rushed after them leaving dom, brian, and han shaking their head and laughing at the antics of those four.

the trio soon found themselves in the kitchen with the rest of the crew who were trying to help y/n plate the food onto safe to carry dishes and help her carry them outside to the backyard table. “there y’all are! y’all had me worried!” y/n exclaimed with a wide grin and made her way through the crowd of her lovers towards the trio who willingly awaited her arrival kisses and gentle fussing checkovers to ensure that they weren’t hurt. “we’re alright sweetheart, don’t worry your pretty little head over that.” han replied while placing a gentle kiss upon her forehead making the woman gleefully giggle at her man’s actions. the h/c woman was quick to grab at brian’s hand and hold it gently in hers as she quietly with a grin on her face dragged him out the back door of the house with her. dominic and han were quick to follow the pair outside and notice that the rest of the lovable idiots were passing around the drinks that were in the nearby cooler.

“alright which one of y’all wanna say grace?” the woman questioned as roman pulled out her chair as she went to move to do it herself while letting go of brian’s hand as he went to grab himself a drink. she sat down between roman and tej with mia and brian next to the pair of them and letty with dominic and han across from them. y/n found herself filled with so much love in this moment as she watched her lovers all glance at each other and childishly point fingers at each other trying to get the others to say grace.

she simply grasped her hands together and started grace for the lot of them over the dinner that she lovingly prepared for her hungry law-unbinding loves of her life. this time though they all had their heads bowed and only y/n had her eyes shut, all of them stared at her as they all silently wondered how she did it. how did she find the time, energy, and love in her heart to love and provide for them all the very best that she could without any hesistation whatsoever? their beloved girlfriend deserved to be pampered and spoiled after tonight’s dinner and they were going to do just that — just like they always do.

[ganxiously]

911 Fic Writing Resource: Shift Timings

Okay, so initially I was going to add this to my last post but the topic was completely different so I decided to make a new one. @capsbooty7 and @rutathenurse pointed out that since Tommy was working at the same time as Buck and the rest of the gang, he most likely worked the A shift and thus had his work time completely synced with Buck's. The concept was intriguing enough that I took a look into it.

Like many others, I had previously thought that each house had its own rota, and the timing and length of the shifts varied accordingly. However, that appears to not be the case. Firefighters, in the LAFD at least, work in 3 shifts - A, B and C and each of these shifts are 24 hours long. They don't do the 24/48 or the 48/96 but instead follow what I am given to believe is called the California Swing Shift or a Kelly schedule. Here, they essentially work every other day for 5 days and then have 4 days off. So the schedule is - On - Off - On - Off - On - Off - Off - Off - Off. This means they are usually working 72 hours per rotation but they can also trade in shifts or work overtime if they want to.

From what I found out, you can take more shifts or reduce it according to your convenience by trading with others so technically you can still do 48 hours and then even pull in overtime but the limit for a continuous shift is 60 hours after which you have to take a mandatory 12 hours off [this information was a bit outdated so I am not sure if this rule still stands]. Trade almost always happens for 12 or 24 hours but it isn't unheard of to do an 18 hour trade. Overtime usually happens in 12 hour shifts and you get paid overtime rates only when you have crossed 56 hours in a working week.

As for vacation days, you get 16 days after one year of service and 24 days after 10 years (so Tommy is getting 24 while Buck is getting 16 but Bobby, however, might be getting 25 since I'm guessing he's been a firefighter for at least 31 years). There are also 13 paid floating leave days allotted each year - 1 every 4 weeks.

Shift times are the same for every firehouse and the work day starts at 8am officially but you are expected to make 'face-to-face relief' at 6:30 am.

I am also including the January 2024 schedule here: [follow a colour to understand how the shifts work and where you can sneak in lengthy shifts]

If you have more information or would like to correct me on something, feel free to let me know.

@itsjustpoopeh mentioned:

and @ironworked pointed out:

@cafe-con-letty sent this ask talking about how Tommy's shift might vary as a helicopter pilot so you can also check this out.

[katiexklein]

"My niece." Katie smiled, rearranging the blanket swaddling the baby to prevent a chill. She then carefully pulled back a section to show the woman the baby's face. "We are working on talking. I have a bet to win that Mama is going to be her first word."

ayelet looked on as the woman tickled the baby in her arms. a soft smile appeared on her face, but, it slowly faded. she had no idea if it was proper to make a remark or not. “is the baby yours?” she managed to ask a question in the end.

[fairlyang]

Fun II 🕷️

ghostface!miguel having his way with you once again

w/c: 2.1K

pairing: ghostface!miguel x nerdyfem!reader

tags: 18+ smut. mention of murder, blood, knives. innocent reader, miguel is a perv, eating out, getting caught

part one

It took two full days for someone to find the bodies stacked on each other, given the frat house was huge and the guys only cleaned up the kitchen and living room.

But because the girls were in costumes and the guys told the police they had a Halloween party two days prior, it was physically impossible to find out who did it.

All they could really do was just have guards for them outside the frat house not knowing this was all done just for the killer to be with the one he loves.

And the cops specifically told them, no more parties. But what did the frat guys do anyway?

They threw a party on Halloween because of course they had to.

You were a hot mess and grieving terribly, two of your closest friends were murdered at the party they dragged you to, how were you suppose to feel?

Well according to your last remaining friend, why not go back to the murder scene for the Halloween party to have some fun?

You called her crazy to which she just waved you off and took you to a Halloween store to get a sexy costume.

You decided on Harley Quinn, with the "Daddy's lil monster" shirt and the half red half blue booty shorts. You decided to not go with the wig because they looked awful so you got some temporary pink and blue hair dye and prayed it'd be fine.

Meanwhile Miguel was preparing his ghostface attire for its final use while looking at his assortment of knives but keeping his buck 120 close to him.

It was finally time for the party, and you were all dressed up, hair up in two pigtails walking in with your friend who was in a Cat Woman outfit.

She immediately went off to do her own thing which bummed you out but there wasn't much you could do except go off to a quieter part of the house.

And with Miguel's luck he quickly saw her go into a room with a guy. Only makes his job easier.

He followed them and waited outside, just a good thirty seconds before opening the door and closing it shut before sneaking up on them already making out, somehow unaware of his presence.

He hopped on top of the bed pulled the man by his shirt and stabs him in the back. He spat out blood on top of your friend and right before she was about to scream, Miguel took the knife out and leaned forward, stabbing her tongue.

Her mouth made gurgling noises, still attempting to scream but just making herself choke on her own blood instead. He pulls his knife out and gets off the bed, stabbing boy toy once more for good measure before cleaning off his knife with the dude's shirt and walking towards the door.

He opens it and quickly closes it, before stuffing the knife into his robe pocket. He then walks off, moving past bodies in search for wherever you were hiding this time.

He walked all over the place, not finding you. He even checked off to the backyard with no luck.

He then stopped and walked over to the study room because surely there wouldn't be anyone in here.

He opens the door and of course there you were. He sighs and you look up with a puzzled expression prompting him to take his mask off, "Just me pretty girl." He says, waving his mask before closing the door shut.

"Hi Miguel!" You greet sweetly and give him a little wave.

His heart beat rapidly and he knew there was nothing from stopping him from being with you now. You could be all his.

"Abandoned again angel?" He pouts and you shrug as he walks close to you, admiring your costume.

How tightly the shirt fit and how those shorts were barely covering anything. Your thighs looked so gorgeous against that leather couch and there was nothing more he wanted them to be between them.

"Getting used to it by now." You joke making him chuckle as he takes a seat next to you.

"You look as gorgeous as ever." He says as he takes a seat right next to you, letting his leg barely touch yours.

"Thank you! Came as ghostface again huh?" You say turning your body to face him, crossing a leg over the other driving him insane.

"Yeah didn't feel like getting a new costume. What don't like masked killers?" He says as he looks at how those pigtails looked.

How pretty they would look in his hands while you su-

"I feel like everyone's a masked killer nowadays! Maybe Superman would've looked good on you." You answer innocently not thinking of how Miguel would take this compliment.

"Not as the joker then?" He whispers in your ear, wrapping his right arm over your shoulder.

You felt your face heat up as he grazed along your skin, memories coming back from the last time he caught you alone. How his fingers felt.

"M-maybe as the joker." You mumble, looking down at your boots to avoid his gaze, feeling suddenly shy and like wanting to hide.

"You're just so sweet." He whispers and leaves a soft kiss below your ear making your heart race.

"And so pretty." He murmurs leaving another kiss and bringing his left hand down to your thigh.

You gasp as he squeezes but quickly bite your lip, too embarrassed to say anything. "Y'know I haven't stopped thinking of you. I never do honestly." He admits, nibbling on your ear gently before pulling away and continuing, "but after last time it's been even worse."

"W-Why?" You stutter, eye fluttering as his left hand caresses your thighs gently while his right was trailing along your neck.

"Because I might be falling in love with you angel." He murmurs making you shake and almost let out a whimper.

His left hand was rubbing circles against your inner thigh as his right was nearing your right breast. "M-me? Why me?" You stutter and he sighs.

"It's always been you pretty girl, your friends just didn't want you near me for some reason." He says and leaves more kisses down your neck as you breathed heavily.

"S-Said you were p-picky." You mumble and lean your head back as his hands get closer to where you needed them.

"They lied." He spat before clearing his throat, "they didn't know me."

"But I'd love for you to get to know me." He says, now coming back up to look at you.

You bite your lip innocently thinking of what to say but for Miguel it only made his cock grow hard especially with the way your eyes were looking at him. God he needed you.

"What do ya say pretty girl?" He whispers, hoping for best case scenario if not he did all those murders for nothing.

You slowly nod making him grin, taking his left hand from your thighs and brings it up to cup your cheek. Your cheeks were rosy and your eyes had a new tint in them. Arousal?

His assumption was answered when you squeezed your thighs together and looked away from him. He looked down at your thighs and nearly groaned, you were already driving him so crazy. Unknowingly too.

He leans in, kissing you so gently as if you'd break if he were to full on make out with you. You kissed back and melted into his touch, practically fitting between his arm perfectly. Like you were made for him.

And as much as he wanted to take it slow with you and at your own pace he needed to taste you.

So he pulled away and let go of you making you pout, stinging his heart for a few seconds while he dropped down to his knees in front of you. You gasped as he reached up to undo your shorts with haste, "M-Miguel-"

You lift yourself up and he slides them off all the way down. He then spreads your legs apart making you whine while he salivated looking at your pair of red lacy panties. He looked up at you and you had such an innocent look on your face, almost needy.

He could tell you needed his mouth just as much as he needed to taste you. And he wasn't going to wait for confirmation.

He leaned in and left a soft kiss on your clit making you whimper and buck your hips up, poor girl already needing more.

So he gave it you.

He went down and licked up your clothed slit until he got to your clit and with a swift motion moves your panties to the side and starts sucking on your clit voraciously making you cry out above him.

He wrapped his arms around your thighs and went down to get a better taste and you were so soaked, he had barely touched you and you had drenched your panties. My perfect girl, he thought to himself as he lapped at your folds and brought a hand down to his hard on.

You brought your hands down to his hair as you felt new sensations you've never felt before and were deeply glad it was Miguel who was making you feel good.

Even after all your friend's wanting you somehow ended up with a little crush on him. Because of their words you didn't think it would ever be mutual and kept away. Clearly they lied with the way he was practically eating you out like a starved man.

Your hands gripped onto his curls while he moaned against your pussy, never having tasted anything so sweet and perfect. You tasted better than he remembered and he's happy his plan worked for the better.

"Miguel — feels s-so good-" you moan and buck your hips into his mouth.

He brings his hand to your pussy and goes back up to suck on your clit while he teased your hole with his finger. You whimpered and your poor cunt squeezed against thin air as he'd pull his finger away at the perfect moment.

"Miguel please- I promise I'll be your good girl again." You whimper making him groan against you.

Those dirty words coming from such a sweet innocent girl. He was falling even harder.

He slipped two fingers inside, your walls gripping them as he slowly pumped them inside you. "Fuck!" You cry out and lay your head back to the couch.

He then stops moving and let's you adjust as you pleased before he slowly started pumping them inside you, wanting to prep you because he needed to be inside you tonight.

He flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue while his digits started fucking you faster only increasing your moans and how tightly you'd hug his fingers. His good girl.

You let out more moans along with dirty words which only made his pants feel tighter and his pace increasing. He wanted to see you on your knees so fucking badly. You'd look even prettier with his cock in your mouth. Probably won't be able to take all of him given your inexperience but he wants to teach you and be your first everything.

He hadn't even realized how long he was thinking of everything he wanted to do with you until he felt you clenching against his fingers and you were crying out that you needed to cum.

He pulled away from your clit and murmured, "Cum for me pretty girl I've got you."

You nodded and whimpered as your orgasm hit you hard and left your entire body shaking as Miguel continued fucking your poor cunt until your creamy juices spilled out of you.

He stopped and pulled his fingers out of you slowly, and moved his head back to look at you, so pretty and breathing heavily. Poor girl.

He left a kiss to your thigh before fixing your panties when suddenly the door opens and he almost grabs his knife to throw it at whoever opened the door but opts against it. You gasped and tried to cover yourself but Miguel got you covered as he quickly sat on the couch, covering your body before yelling, "look at her and I'll kill you!"

Your poor body was so fucked out already but as soon as you heard the door shut you went back to reality. "M-Maybe we stop there." You say quietly and he turns around to look at you before leaning down to grab your shorts off the floor.

"That's alright with me angel." He says and kisses your cheek before turning back around to let you put on your shorts.

[ma1dmer]

League of Legends - Viego NSFW

i love writing darker themes, i wish i wasn't such a coward about posting them though

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex): he's not done after sex, he'll nuzzle your neck and press kisses to your shoulders mumbling about how gorgeous you are, how beautiful, what a lucky man he is, he'll kiss behind your ear and if he can get you to go for another round he'll absolutely try.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s): you are perfect in Viego's eyes ,you are the air he wants to breathe and the sun that shines in his life, he loves you as you are, he'd kiss the ground you walk on honestly.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person): there is nothing better for Viego than marking you ,he'll cum on your face and then kiss you, he'll press down on your throat until bruising appears, he looks at those markings fondly and with pride.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs): Viego loves you, that's no lie, but he also wants to ruin you, he wants to see you as no man or woman has and will ever see you, he is not a good man, he wants you debauched and ruined for others simple as that.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?): i can definitely see him as someone who fucked around a lot, making promises and breaking hearts until he found the one.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual): anything where he can look at all of you, he wants to be able to look at every single shift in expression you have, the slack jawed pleasure, the way you throw your head back , the furrow of your brow when you cum, everything.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc): i think it depends on his mood, i can't see him as tolerating something like that when he is more  ruined king  than viego, he'd definitely get defensive and angry if you laughed during sex ,thinking you are laughing at him, mocking him.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.): he is practically hairless, so he doesn't have to do much.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…): he is definitely full of passion, he'll call you every name there is in the book, he'll kiss his way up and down your body, he'll look at you as if you are the sun that shines just for him.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon): he doesn't masturbate, he has you, but he would definitely want you to watch him if he does, telling you to watch what you do to him and then pulling you to aid him.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks): sadism, body worship, humiliation.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do): anywhere anytime, there could be an army around and he'd still fuck you, have you tell everyone who you belong to.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going): viego wants you to return the favour ,he wants you to want him as much as he wants you. call him your king, your one and only, tell him you love him and he is ready to take you right then and there.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs): no brainer, but definitely share, viego doesn't share his toys- i mean loved one.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc): he wants you on your knees, looking up to him prettily waiting for him ,he wants to see tears runs down your face as he hits the back of your throat and hear your voice wrecked when you tell him how much you love him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.): Fast and rough, he fucks you to claim you, he'll start out slow ,almost sweet, but it always ends up with his hands around your throat and his lips growling softly in your ear.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.): he loves quickies, he'll have you anywhere and anytime he wants you and is especially thrilled if you seek him out, the thing is, he is bad at letting them stay as quickies and a quick session might end up dragging for hours if you don't try to stop him.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.): yes to both, he'll try out things that come in his mind in a whim and is always ready to fulfill your every desire.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…): he is not a human, so i do not think he tires as humans do.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?): not really, in his eyes ,he is the only thing you need, and he can please you like nothing else can.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease): he can't tease you, he simply won't deny you, but that doesn't mean you pleading with him won't backfire into him overstimulating you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make): viego is not quite, viego talks, a lot, he talks about what he dreams about when it comes to you, about how much he loves you and how beautiful you are ,and the closer he gets the more obsessive the things he tells you get, he'll growl and tell you to call him your king, your everything.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice): viego definitely has a corruption kink, he'll coax you into trying things you've never tried before, he wants to have your every new experience, and when that is not enough, he'll find something else that is entirely new for you.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words): i can see him having a very average size penis, but a very pretty one with a pink tip when he was alive.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?): Viego yearns, he doesn't have a sex drive ,he yearns ,he longs to touch you, to feel you, he is only alive between the moments you two touch so he is always chasing that high, always needing you.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards): does Viego even sleep? If he does he spends a lot of time simply watching you sleep before he drifts off himself, he'll brush his fingers through your hair and burn the image of your face in his mind.

[hawker-the-gary]

What does your drifter think about each hex so far?

Before I go into detail, I thank DE for giving the Drifter more personality options to work with in the messenger system they made. Sometimes I feel like in cinematics the Drifter is way too sassy/harsh for someone like Aki and I struggle to see her in game lmao

That being said! Here's what she thinks so far about each of them:

Arthur: He takes things a little too seriously, but Aki doesn't blame him for it. She wants to help him and be there for him, recently she's tried to get to know him better but he preferred to keep it to himself. She understands! She knows they started on the wrong foot, and were able to apologize to each other to move on. I just feel like them becoming buddies would take a bit but it would be worth it c:

Aoi: Oh, this is an interesting one since I made Aki Japanese a few years ago. I feel like the two would be able to speak with each other in their mother tongue, with the caveat of the generational gap. Imagine how much a language can change in centuries or millennia. This would lead to a couple of funny situations and misunderstandings, still Aki would see the way Aoi speaks in THE ANCIENT TONGUE OF HER PEOPLE fascinating. That being said, she'd find her bubbly personality endearing and like the loser lesbian she is, she'd fall for her quick but see her as unreachable~

Amir: She'd have a ton of fun to hang out with him. Aki gets along pretty well with chaotic and energetic personalities. She's the kind of woman who likes to have her peace and stay at home, but won't say no to going out. I feel like Amir would be the extroverted friend who adopts her as the introvert. Aki wouldn't mind this at all, especially if videogames are involved! (though she'd suck at them at first )

Lettie: At first Aki would feel intimidated, but soon enough she'd find a good friend in her! Funnily enough, Lettie was the first friend I was able to make. I guess it makes sense since in a lot of other stories, Aki is close to another exasperated medic named Zia. That being said, Aki doesn't know a thing of Spanish, so she'll find those words Lettie sprinkles in dialogue VERY confusing and may lead to misunderstands given the structure that Japanese and Spanish share phonetically speaking. (Aki:"Baba? but I'm not that old..." ). Still, Aki would find out that Lettie is easy to talk to and hang out with~

Quincy: Given how rude he is at first, Aki would straight up avoid him at first. I don't think she'd take the whole"you don't know what's like to be in a warzone"kindly given what our Tenno and Drifter went through in their timelines. She'd try to understand him but I can see how their personalities may clash sometimes (he got mad in text given my responses in character LMAO). Still, she's willing to help him in any way she can!

Eleanor: Enigmatic, Aki would have this fascination to get to know her better given how unique her circumstance is amongst the rest of the Hex. What's funny it's that she's the one member who'd know more about Aki's personal life than any other, given how the convos went.

WOW THIS IS A BIT LONGER THAN I THOUGHT I WOULD BE BUT I HOPE THIS SUFFICES LOL

[honeyedblossom]

Mack raised the coffee to his lips, sipping it as he listened to the other, a faint smile curling onto his features in response. "I'm willing to look past your behavior, yes, I've been eager to work with locals after all and a friend of mine did speak highly of you. Though, I was wondering if that was for purely superficial on his side. I do love feeling like I'm in a place that screams luxury without being over the top, gaudy. Have you heard of the 13 Hotel?"

letty refrained from rolling her eyes, her gut telling her that the wrong move or word would cost her the job. not that she wouldn’t be destitute without mack’s business, but every part helped and she couldn’t afford to have a reputation of being difficult to work with. sending her mind to her happy place, leticia smiled, closed the sims window and opened a blank google doc. “how about we start this consultation over and you tell me what you envisioned for the space. clearly we have some creative differences and it’s your space and your money. so what is it that you actually want?”

[cursedlegacies]

ya know it's spring now so maybe i should have another go at the hufflepuff legacy girlies picnic again

[marigoldwriter]

You know, I saw the charminghearts kid oc that @c-rose2081 made, did you see it too? Cassia is beautiful!

No offense, but since you didn't give us any good physical descriptions of Letty or her siblings, I prefer hers!

Her design is much more realistic than the descriptions you give. Maybe you should rethink the characters a bit and change them. Make their design better, even.

Or you could simply clarify their appearances for us.

I saw some drawings on your profile, but you never tire of complaining that you can't draw. Nonsense, maybe a drawing would even improve your fanfic.

I don't want to make you sad, it's just some friendly advice ^^

Well... thanks, I guess, for the advice (?)

[oc-tournaments]

TOURNAMENT BRACKET - ROUND ONE!

For the first round, the pairings are entirely randomised! After this, the winner of each round will go against the one beside it (for example, A vs B, C vs D - A + D win, go against each other). This makes more sense to me please trust.

The bracket is as seen below!! (The text will be under the cut for anyone who can't get the image to load.)

I'll decide on posting the polls when I have all the posts made and saved in drafts. Stay tuned!

ROUND ONE

The Hunter vs The Hero

Sky vs Saturn

B vs Sudo Higashikata

Epiales vs Aamir Al Hashim

Leah Garminebhel vs Tristan Castellane

Brutus Wintergreen vs Nathan Merritt

Pyrene Pulsirnu vs Lorelei “Smith”

Patient 107 vs Letti Gallet

Ichiko Takeda vs Emmanuel Ochora

Dalo vs Andrew McCarthy/Hero

Hari Forlorn vs Salvanan

Proas vs Joseph

Linnea vs Patrica Evelar

Renella Valteri vs Nelson Maxwell

Bibs vs Crion

Aster vs Alex Shevchenko

Mevlyn Oberon Nero vs Danzmyr Maeneld

Frank Waters vs Nathan

Iris vs Zane Nicholls

Tamara vs Cher Griffith

Elliott C. Samuels vs Gabriel

Professor Maxwell vs Damsel

Yuki-Onna (Yukio Nayuki) vs Graham King

Phoenix vs Lottie

Blake Stevens vs Amaris Tasse

Megan vs Salem