#I got so excited with the idea of drawing the two cuddling up in a typical wizard study room

[sugaryalpacas]

got carried away with drawing Lucanus and Erdan for @auteurdefeu in the @naddpodgifting ♥️💜 happy hoglidays <3333

[animelovelover123]

I SWEAR you have done this idea before, but I can't find it, so I'm assuming I dreamed it up or read it on someone else's blog 😭. But what would the DMC boys reactions be to reader squirting for the first time? I can imagine some would be cocky about it/extremely turned on by it, etc. It would be exciting to see your POV on them. Thank you for your amazing work! 🥰

Nope, never done this idea but I like it! Here you go, hope you enjoy making a mess with our demon hunting boys ;)

You Squirting On The DMC Boys

Dante

Dante is a messy lover. He likes clothes ripped off and thrown around the room; lipstick marks on his neck, abs, chest, hell even smudged over his lips; hair tousled crazily; making out so rough and sloppy that your lips are left glistening and connected by a string of saliva; and he prefers cumming ON you rather than in you.

The first time he makes you orgasm he is going down on you, because, of course, he wants to start this stage of your relationship by servicing you.

You get him in the face, much of the liquid going right into his mouth. There is a pause of shock then he suddenly sits up, now 2 kinds of your liquids dripping down from his grinning lips.

“Holly hell baby, do that again.” He flattens his hand and starts aggressively rubbing your clit, trying to force you into a back-to-back orgasm. He’ll even shove a couple fingers in you if he thinks it will help. “Come on, you can do it, baby girl, give me another, please, I need it.”

He already loved you, but finding out you squirt, he is going to get obsessed.

He loves it. The wet patches you leave on the bedsheets, his clothes, or whatever surface you two are fucking on is hot as hell and often has him getting excited for a round 2.

And even when you two are finished, he likes cuddling up against you and dragging his finger through the mess you made, drawing shapes and letters on you. Sometimes it was just to relax, other times it was to try to get you in the mood for yet another round, and occasionally…

“I…” Dante said as he drew the letter I on your tummy with the remnants of your squirt. “heart… U.”

Dante is a mess and we love him despite (or maybe for) it. I did not initially plan for it to get corny at the end there but I think that is also another reason many of us love him.

Reboot Dante

This man has had so much casual sex with so many people that he is unfazed when you squirt on him, he doesn’t act surprised at all.

He will tease you, call you “dirty” or maybe “slut” affectionately.

“I got you squirting already? Just wait till I have you screaming.”

He has no plan to stop, capturing your lips before you can respond properly, biting them a bit, and keeps pounding into you.

If he sees that you are legitimately embarrassed by it though, he’ll reassure you.

“Don’t worry babe,” Dante says as he wipes his hands off on the sheets below you. “I’ve had a lot worse things come out of people.”

His chill reaction continues all future times you have sex, though he does tease you both inside and outside of the bedroom. The amount of drooling and waterfall jokes you have to cover up and reprimand him for is insurmountable.

“Oof, you really gotta elbow me, babe?” He chuckles. “I guess I deserve it though. As payback, you wanna waterboard me with that cute little pussy of yours later?”

Perverted Reboot Dante has probably been squirted on many times, this man knows his way around watersports. But that also means I don’t have much to write about.

Vergil

When you squirt for the first time around him, Vergil devil triggers. He turns back quickly out of concern that the change in his body would frighten you or cause you pain for your first time together, but the strain of trying to keep his demon side from coming out is so heavy that he can’t finish.

That liquid was seeped in your scent, your pheromones. And you just sprayed it all over him and the bed like perfume.

He has to make an excuse, clean up quickly, and rush out of the room lest he ravages you.

When you are more accustomed to sex with him and he has more self-control he will let loose all of his animalistic lust but not yet, he did not want to hurt you or scare you away.

He will not explain this unless you press him and/or seem really hurt that he ran off after your first time together.

He does much training, both with and without you, and does get himself under control, though he and his sexual preferences are forever changed.

Now he’ll catch your squirt with some piece of his discarded clothing, claiming it is just to stop you from making too big of a mess. And besides, he cleans his clothes after every time you two have sex.

That is all true, but what he doesn’t say is that even after cleaning his clothes, when he wears them his demon senses can still pick up on the scent, on YOUR scent.

I was this fricken’ close to making him a pantie sniffer, I swear to god!

Reboot Vergil

Even though he likes to portray a prim, proper, clean, in-control aura, making a mess of you turned him on like nothing else.

Before he found out that you squirted, he would get his fix by suddenly pulling you somewhere private, pushing you up against a wall, and aggressively kissing and groping you. And just as you are beginning to process what was happening and get into the mood, he would suddenly pull away and remind you that you have things to do. He would then just watch you reeling, and if he was feeling extra cruel, he would drag you back out into the public space he had stolen you from and watch as you try to come to your senses and act natural.

Now he had something better though. Now he would wait until you were done getting all dolled up and ready for going out or to a house party then strike.

While assuring you that you had plenty of time, Vergil would shove his gloved hand down your panties and start playing with you, cranking up the intensity quickly to get you to that powerful release as soon as possible.

He did not need to be touched as he got plenty of satisfaction from seeing you standing there like a fawn trying to keep your balance with liquid dripping from your core and sliding down your legs. He’ll even avoid helping to support your weight so he can watch you struggle. He will help eventually though so he can link arms with you and use that as a shackle.

“Alright dear, it is time for us to welcome our guests/head out. What’s that? Oh, unfortunately, we simply do not have any time to waste. I’m sure no one will notice, now let's go.”

Reboot Vergil is a smart, tricky lover and a big ol’ bully.

Nero

Despite trying to act cool, confident, and mature, Nero is a virgin. And with where he grew up and the religiousness of his adoptive family, he was not given a sex education past “don’t do it before marriage” and what little he could learn for himself, which was practically nothing. So the first time you squirt on him he freezes mid-thrust in shock and confusion.

“Did you just piss on me?”

When you tell him what it is or he researches it, he feels stupid but at least knows how to approach things from now on.

He takes the time to lay out towels and clean you up after. That is unless you two get too hot and heavy outside of your home and end up fucking in the van or something. Even then though, Nero makes sure to clean up for your comfort and everyone else’s.

Usually he sees it as just a natural process of making love to you, though he does amusingly point out when you “make a good shot” and “launched it far”.

With his relationship with Kyrie, I see Nero as being quite the gentleman to his lover and her natural body functions, though dense at first. He is a good boy though.

V

V finds sex artistic in a way, and when he is in the midst of pleasure he finds it even more so.

When you first squirt on his hand, as he prefers to finger you before taking you completely, he is pleasantly surprised.

He wants to spread it around, utterly cover your crotch, inner thighs, and lower stomach with it. It makes you shine, glisten, just like when he kisses you enough to leave your lips a bit swollen and shimmering with saliva.

After fingering you and you are recovering, preparing for the true event, V grinds his body against yours in a kind of Nuru massage. Sliding his cock, now covered in your juices, along your drenched folds or, if your core is too sensitive right now, against your legs and stomach or between your closed thighs had him trembling and moaning just as hard as if your hand was wrapped around his member

And once he has pulled out of you and his seed is dripping out of you, the white mixes with the clear, creating a pearlescent liquid that V wants to paint with.

Not exactly what I intended but the vibe is there.

[a-998h]

HI POOKIE. I saw you had requests opens

Self aware CRK but they turn somewhat humanoid when they come through… maybe even willing darling y/n with cuddle hc’s?

I request you add whoever you like. Pure vanilla and Shadow milk are my favorites tho…

Love the image!

Characyers: Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, Cream Unicorn Cookie, and Red Velvet Cookie

Also, let me know if any of you want to see my drawings of Human Shadow Milk Cookie, Pure Vanilla Cookie, and Red Velvet Cookie

So, you had been playing Cookie run for a little over 3 months and had been growing your collection of amazing 2D cookies. You would rant about troubles to them, thinking you just lost it after all, they're just fictional cookies after all.

What you didn't know ow then is that they were listening, watching, and growing to care about you. The cookies would be excited every time you opened the app on your phone, but one day their hearts broke.

"I have to choose, Genshin or Cookie Run?" You ask yourself.

The cookies already has a rivalry with Genshin as both apps took up space on your phone. The cookies were terrified that if you removed the app from your phone then they would never see you again.

Everything went dark, the cookies realized you made their choice. They thought about their last good memories with you, only for you to open the game the next day?

Yeah, they realized they were on a bigger screen and figures out while Genshin holds your phone they have your PC. This made them happy and each cookie you collected grew to care about you in someway and also having to keep it a secret that they can see and hear you.

This last until you got Shadow Milk Cookie. He noticed the border, and was dropping very clear hints that he could see and hear you but you never noticed. You thought this fourth wall breaking was part of the character, and that drove him mad. So, he used his cosmic powers to reach you.

After an afternoon of playing Cookie Run you turned off your computer and went for food. While you back was turned the screen turned navy blue with an upside Pure Vanilla Cookie symbol. Looking you think you forgot to turn off the computer, and then a hand popped out from the screen. You freaked out as Shadow Milk Cookie pulled himself out of the computer like Samara from the Ring.

Once he's out of the screen he tips his hat and bows to you. You scream and freak out which makes him laugh.

"W-who? How?!" You questioned nervously.

"Well, I'm Shadow Milk Cookie, but you already knew that!" He says.

He explains that every cookie could see and hear you. They figured out they were in a game and coped... in a variety of ways. You try to get him to leave as you're worried he'll cause issues in your world, but you can't make him leave. Now you have a human version of a 2D cookie sleeping on your couch.

Meanwhile in the Cookie Run world, Pure Vanilla is scared for you once he heats news of Shadow Milk Cookie bridging the gap to reach you and the evil cookies also want to take you to Dark Enchantress Cookie. Red Velvet Cookie is voluntold to seek you out. So, now ypu have three human cookies in your home, two of which are enemies. You also have no idea how to send them back other than make Shadow Milk Cookie go home.

You get used to them eventually, so much so that you accept their cuddles. Let's get into that.

I imagine this bastard has ice cold hands and feel

Somehow becomes velcro or magnetic when cuddling you

Sucks your body heat from you when cuddling

A blanket hogger, as in youll have to buy more blankets because he steals all of yours

Lays all over you

Becomes liquid, like a cat

Wants all your cuddles every hour of the day

Whines for cuddles a lot

Living heater

Very soft cuddles

smells like vanilla

Shares all the blankets with you

Loves cuddles by willing to let go when needed

Pets your hair

Is also liquid in a cat-like manner

Will ask for cuddles politely

Whines if you wait too long to give him cuddles, like if it's been more than an hour

Makes sure you have the best cuddles ever

Is a cuddle gentleman

Cake arm is ice cold while the rest of him a comfortably warm

Is not very cuddly at first

Will give you all the blankets if you ask

Is not really liquid, more like a stiff log

Inadvertently asks for cuddles in a harsh manner

If you have a dog, he'll be in heaven

Doesn't talk much when cuddling you

[becca-e-barnes]

I've spent a while indulging my own fantasies on here recently but I've been tailoring this one so I need to talk about it

I'm obsessed with the thought of sharing your naughtiest, most depraved fantasies with dad's best friend!bucky and him giving you a safe space to try them out.

You almost think he's forgotten all the filthy things you admitted one night, cuddled up in bed together until a few weeks later when you're making out in the kitchen after dinner and he leads you upstairs to his bedroom.

He's placed a chair in front of the TV and your heart begins to race because he's surely not doing what you think he's doing. He couldn't be letting you live out the fantasy you've never shared with anyone else.

He kisses from your shoulder, up your neck and you're glad that he can't see your excitement when he's standing behind you. "Sit down". He whispers, placing a final kiss behind your ear and for once, you're happy to do as he tells you.

While you sit down, he flicks the TV on and starts playing a video you recognise within a few seconds. It's one you'd taken together not too long ago.

In the video, you have your face close to the bedroom carpet, your ass in the air and Bucky is behind you, recording in a mirror, pounding into you in a way that had you cumming mindlessly on his cock. You have one hand barely supporting yourself while the other rubs your clit frantically and although it's the start of the video, you already look over pleasured.

"You see how fucking gorgeous you are?" Bucky brings you back down to earth, kissing along your shoulders while he shuffles the skirt of your dress up, dragging your panties down your legs and letting them fail in a little wet heap on the floor.

Your own moans in the video are breathtaking, you almost didn't know you could sound like that. "Look at you. You take it like a pornstar. I can fucking hear how messy you were." He's right, the video captures every tiny little wet sound your eager cunt makes for him and you hang on every last one.

You hear a quiet click and a faint buzz starting and that's the only thing that could draw your attention away from the video playing in front of you. God, he really did listen to you.

Bucky presses the wand between your legs and even on the lowest setting, the sensation against your clit makes you squirm.

"Keep watching. I'm pretty sure you cum in a minute or two and I don't want you to miss it." Bucky's so smug, holding your chin gently in one hand while he makes your body quiver with the other.

He clicks the toy up a setting, rolling the head right where you need it most.

"Such a pretty little slut. You just want me to fill your holes with cum, don't you? You're desperate for me to cum in you, I can feel you trying to milk it from me. You have no idea how warm and wet and perfect you feel. Might fuck you until I'm totally empty. You know you'd like that; being so stuffed full of my cum you can't sit up without it spilling out of you." Bucky in the video fucks you through your first orgasm and you get to watch the way your body trembles and your eyes roll back.

You're so close just watching yourself but that doesn't suit the man kneeling beside you. He takes the wand away, making sure your impending orgasm fizzles away, despite your protests.

"You cum when I say you can sweetheart, and we've got a lot of videos left to watch."

[littleslaywrites]

joy to the world | spencer reid x bau!reader

summary: you surprise spencer with big news on christmas morning

word count: 1.1k

cw: fluff, pregnancy, mentions of birth control, JJ heavily featured (no jeid mentions)

The presents had all been opened, and you were sitting on the couch with Spencer in front of the fireplace. Crackles from the fire mixed with the sound of the radio playing Christmas music. You were dipping cookies you’d made the night before in a shared glass of milk. His arm is wrapped around your waist and your head is on his shoulder. 

You'd been anxious all day, waiting for the right time to give him his last gift. You knew he’d be excited, but you also knew it’d change your whole lives. 

It had been just over a week since you’d found out you were pregnant. JJ was the first to know, being the one who suggested it as a possibility. You’d been nauseous for a week, hardly having the appetite for anything. Any strong smell made it worse. JJ has suspected something was up, but what made her voice it to you was when you mentioned your period was late. It was a passing comment, but she pulled you aside, mid-case, insisting that you take a test. 

“Could you be pregnant?” she asked, whispering as to not alert the others in the local police office you were set up in. 

“I mean, I guess,” you said, trying to remember if you had missed a pill recently. You realized that, with your frequent time zone changes, you had probably mixed up times at some point. “Oh god, yeah, I could be.”

“What are you thinking?” JJ asked, sensing your nervousness. 

You had talked about having kids with Spencer, so you were sure he’d be excited, but you didn’t expect it to happen so soon. 

“I’m thinking a lot of things,” you respond. She grabs one of your hands, subtle enough to not draw attention. 

“We can find a drugstore tonight and get a test for you,” she says as the two of you are called back into the conference room. 

That night, you two gathered in your hotel room. The test sits face down on the bathroom counter, phone timer counting down. When the alarm goes off, you don’t move from where you’re sitting side-by-side on the floor. 

“Turn it over,” you tell JJ.

“Me?” she says. The two of you go back and forth on who has to turn it over, giggling like school girls. Your play argument ends with the decision that you’ll flip it together. 

“What do you want it to say?” she asks when both of you are standing in front of the test. 

“I think…” you hesitate for a second, considering the two possibilities. “I think I want it to be positive.”

You imagine your life with Spencer as a family, creating a new human that’s half him, half you. 

The two of you count down from 3, flipping it over, revealing the tiny words. 

Pregnant

“Oh my god,” you say, glancing over at JJ.

“Oh my god!” she says, grabbing you by the arms. “You’re going to be a mom!” She’s jumping up and down, almost more excited than you are. You’re standing there in shock as she pulls you into a bear hug.

Pulling back, she asks “How are you going to tell Spencer?”

That’s how you two came up with the idea to tell him on Christmas. JJ knew just as well as you did that Spencer would be overjoyed. You could hardly keep the secret from him, wanting to tell everyone you knew. Penelope knew something was up, catching onto the looks JJ gave you. It was torture not being able to tell her, wanting Spencer to find out before the rest of your team. It was almost impossible to have any secrets in an office full of profilers. 

“I’ve got something else for you,” you say as Spencer is cuddling you with the cookie tin on top of his legs. 

“What is it?” he says. 

You stand up, getting the small gift bag you had hidden inside your closet. “So, you know how you like to journal?”

“Uh-huh.”

“I got you one that you’ll be needing soon.”

You hand him the gift, sitting back down as your heart pounds inside your chest. 

He opens it, revealing a small book that says “First Time Dad’s Journal” on the front. 

You try to read Spencer’s eyes, shuffling through a range of emotions. “Are you…” he trails off, meeting your eyes. 

“Yeah,” you say smiling. He grabs your hands in disbelief. 

“Are you serious?” he says, borderline giddy.

“Completely serious.”

He pulls you close, holding you tight. When he pulls away, you see light tears brimming in his eyes. “This is the best gift I’ve ever gotten.” He lightly kisses you, smiles breaking across both your faces. 

“Who knows?” he asks, keeping your hands locked inside his. 

“Just JJ. She was there when I found out, but I wanted you to know before everyone else.”

Spencer can’t stop smiling. His eyes are studying you, seeing you in a whole new way. “When will we tell them?”

“I guess we have to tell Hotch pretty soon. Once we tell Penelope, I’m sure everyone else will find out.” You both giggle, imagining how she’ll react. 

The moment settles, both of you slipping into the quiet of the evening. You find a place again at his side, him holding you even closer than before. 

“I want to be a good dad for you,” he says quietly, “for you both.”

“I know you will.” There’s no doubt in your mind. You’ve seen him with kids before. “You being worried shows that you care.”

He hums, hand finding your stomach. “I just don’t want to be like my father,” he says, almost whispering. 

“You won’t. You’re already nothing like him.” One of your hands goes to his hair, playing with it. You wish there was a way to make him know how perfect he’ll be as a father. He’ll know when the baby gets here, you think. 

Silence overtakes you, the both of you imagining your new future. You’d always planned on having children, but it felt more real than ever before. You can almost picture another set of legs running around the apartment. 

Your phone rings, breaking through the quiet. You answer it, Hotch on the other end apologizing for interrupting your holiday to inform you that you have a case. 

Getting ready to go, Spencer stops you in front of the bathroom mirror by hugging you from behind. 

“Please don’t get all overprotective,” you say.

“You know I can’t promise that.”

Spencer pulls you into one last kiss before you head to the office.

author's note: merry christmas to all of you that celebrate!

[woso-dreamzzz]

Surgery VIII

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: You go to the cat shelter

If Ingrid was getting you a cat then she would do it properly.

She'd researched cat shelters. She'd found one that had a recent intake of kittens.

A cat was a lifelong friend and you and your cat deserved to grow up together.

She'd contacted the shelter and arranged a visit.

Ingrid knew today would be the day you got your cat so she'd prepared with a carrier and some blankets. She'd expected you to get attached to the kittens, to want to keep all of them and she'd already planned out a speech on why you could only have one, two if they were particularly closely bonded.

Somehow, the alternative was much worse.

You hadn't gotten attached to the kittens at all. You'd had a lot of fun playing with them but none had sparked a bond with you.

So, Ingrid resigned herself to you having a full grown cat as your companion. It wasn't the growing up together idea she had planned but that was okay.

Ingrid watches as you go through the rows of enclosures full of cats. She's content to let you and Mapi take the lead, equally as excited as each other and feeding off each other's energy.

You gasp and Ingrid looks up from her phone.

"I love them!"

At first, Ingrid is glad that you've found a cat that you seem to like but then she looks at Mapi and goes pale. Mapi's eyes are wide and she's furiously shaking her head at Ingrid.

Mapi can deny you nothing so Ingrid knows it's up to her to guide you away from this decision.

Though she isn't quite sure why Mapi isn't happy that you've found your forever friend.

Well...maybe because it's not one forever friend but two.

Ingrid's face mimics Mapi's perfectly as she peers into the cage.

Two cats sit inside.

One is truly a monstrosity. It's massive with long, ginger fur and a tuft that reaches all around its neck like a mane. Its face is reminiscent of a lion as well, all regal and judgemental.

The second is also a ginger tabby but the size of a regular cat. Or, it would be if it wasn't the fattest cat Ingrid has ever seen. It's practically a circle and she wonders briefly how it's even supporting its own weight as it wanders over to where you've stuck your fingers through the arms.

"I see you've found our gingers."

Ingrid nearly screams as one of the shelter workers approach.

"They were surrendered by a nice old lady who couldn't care for them anymore."

Mapi scoffs. "Yeah, looks like she really cared for them." She's pointedly looking at the chunky cat that has now rolled onto its back for belly tickles that you strain through the bars to give it.

The shelter worker winces. "Yeah, he's a little fat, isn't he?"

"Not fat!" You snap," Cuddle sized!"

The worker laughs a little bit. "He does give good cuddles. But he's on a weight loss program. Believe it or not he was much larger when he arrived."

Ingrid can't believe it because this cat is truly round and she can't imagine it being fatter than it is now.

"And of course, we've got his young friend there. They were surrendered together so they're very attached. They're bonded so we can't let one go without the other."

"Here that, cub?" Ingrid decides to break it to you now. "We can't bring one of them home without the other. Say goodbye now and we'll go and look at the kittens again."

You pout, drawing your hand away from the fat cat. "Bye-bye."

You turn to leave, Mapi already halfway across the room to see the kittens again before a loud yowling chirp freezes you in your tracks.

The big lion cat keeps warbling until you turn to face it.

"Sorry," You say," Mama says we can't take you away from each other."

As if he knows who to blame, the lion cat hisses at Ingrid before purring as he rubs his body across the bars of the cage. His fat companion remains flopped on his back in invitation (though Ingrid's ninety percent sure it's because he's so fat that he can't actually get up again).

Ingrid tries to guide you away but the lion cat keeps calling for your attention and the fat cat stays on his back for belly tickles.

She looks at Mapi for help.

"No," She says, catching Mapi's apologetic look," Mapi, no. He's fat and the other one is a monstrosity."

"Ingrid..."

"Mapi! You can't be serious!"

"We agreed on getting her a cat."

"Yes, a cat! One cat!"

"You said two at a stretch," You say quite unhelpfully. Over the course of the argument, you've somehow gotten into the cage and are sitting on the floor happily as you give the fat cat belly tickles while the monster sits in your lap.

"Oh, yeah, you did say that Ingrid."

"Mapi, whose side are you on right now?"

"Er...I'll be quiet. Cub, if you want the cats you need to convince Ingrid."

"I won't be convinced."

You stay silent for a long while even as Ingrid tries to get you moving.

Eventually, you stand and approach her. The fat cat is dangling from your hands as you present him like baby Simba. The lion cat sits at your feet, teeth bared in warning should Ingrid deny you.

"I love them!" You tell Ingrid earnestly," They're both cuddle sized and I love them a lot!"

"Cub," Ingrid says," They might be mean to Bagheera. You don't want Bagheera to feel sad, do you?"

"Actually," The damned shelter worker says," They're both perfectly good with other cats."

"Well..." Ingrid desperately tries to come up with another excuse.

"Mama," You say," Please?" Your eyes glisten with unshed tears as the fat cat mews pitifully at Ingrid.

She sighs.

"Cub, if I let you-"

"Mami! Mama's letting me keep them!" You tell Mapi triumphantly who gives you the biggest fake smile in the world.

"That's great, Cub!" She tells you before muttering under her breath to Ingrid," How could you let this happen?! The monster is going to kill me in my sleep! And the fat one is going to eat all our food!"

"How is this my fault?!" Ingrid hisses back, already reaching to take the paperwork," You're the one that left it up to me!"

"Because you're meant to be the strong one! We both know I would have caved much earlier! Why couldn't you be strong, Ingrid? Why?"

Ingrid signs her name on all of the papers and sighs. "Because she was about to cry and the monster looked like he was about to bite me."

Both of them turn to look at where you're still cuddling with the fat one. The monster is staring back at them, unblinking as it flicks its ear dismissively.

"Are we sure that's a cat?" Mapi checks," I think we should call the zoo."

"It might eat us before that..."

You seem happy though, a beaming smile on your face all the way home.

Both cats make themselves at home. The fat one finds Bagheera's usual sunspot and flops down. His whole body stretches out as he snoozes easily.

The monster immediately jumps onto the kitchen counters to survey his new kingdom and you dart around setting out the new bowls and toys before grinning at Ingrid and Mapi, who are awestruck at how brazen these new cats are.

Bagheera seems to be similarly shocked and a tad judgemental as she pokes her head out of her cat tree to stare.

"He is Garfield," You point at the fat one," Because he is round and cuddle sized." You point at the monster. "And that's León because he is my little lion."

In no way would Ingrid describe that cat as little.

Mapi, for the first time today, decides to be helpful. "You can't call him León," She says," That's our surname. He's León León."

You nod. "I know. It's a pretty name for a pretty lion."

Ingrid wouldn't describe him as pretty either.

"Garfield and León-León," You say with an air of finality," Mami, Mama, thank you for my kitties!"

[venusscore]

Omg I love love love the mer!Damian fics sooooo much 😭😭😭😭 fills the whimsy part of my heart 🥺🥺🥺🥺

I wanted to req this (if you don't accept this then cool cuz it's kinda nsfw maybe not? But just hear me out on this!!!)

So all the mers are living in the gigantic tank but since Damian and mer!Reader have the most mating potential they separate them together in a private tank and like put some warm lights for mer!Reader (dunno how reef mers do it mate just make smth up) and wait to see if they both do the deed and have a hybrid (not really?) baby. But reader complains she's feeling weird and light-headed (mostly cuz only her species have mating instincts and not Damian's specie) Damian catches on what the scientists are trying to do and explaining her what's happening is sooo awkward cuz baby didn't get the talk from her parents (don't have a fetish or smth but if reader understands human language and is comfortable in the tanks I'm assuming they caught her when she was much younger and doesn't know much abt her colony/clan/group idk?)

I actually got excited to try this out! Also, I would like y’all to know I don’t mind suggestive stuff (my Jason Todd x reader secret relationship fic is a good example of this), but I don’t know how to write smut.

Also you were correct- reader was taken to the tank very young, hence why they’re so comfortable with the scientists and know their language.

Anyway, thanks for the requests, anon! I hope it’s enjoyed! 💚

You and Damian wake up in a new environment. The tank was a bit smaller, there was only one cave, and everything was more… cozy.

Not that he minded as much. He liked being with you alone, but you’d been in that other tank so long. You were having a harder time with the adaptation. One of the scientists said you’d both only be in this one temporarily though, so you’d managed to relax.

He noticed the water was slightly warmer. Not a ton, but enough that it seemed to have an impact on you. There was more coral in the tank, you were able to identify a few for him, it seemed to remind you of your home- or at least, the small bits of your home you remembered.

At night, when you’d both curl up and cuddle, him drawing shapes on your back, you humming to him, suddenly you were more squirmy- even restless.

“Cool yourself, would you?” He whispered. “What’s got you moving?”

“I feel weird..” You’d huffed, making him raise a brow.

“How so?”

“I’m warm, I can’t sit still, my body is… tingly.” You explained.

He pulled you closer. He’d noticed you looked redder, felt warmer.. he didn’t know why.

“I hope you aren’t sick.” He sighed and held you closer. His fingers massaged your head, the claws felt amazing on your scalp, making you melt in his arms. “There you go.”

You made a small noise. It was a mix between your usual chirps and a hum.

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The next day, Damian had to pry himself out of your grip and sneak out while you were sleeping. He wanted to get a look at what these damn scientists were up to.

He swam to the edge of the tank. This time, the scientists made it harder to see them. They must be set on trying to isolate you both…

He swam to the top of the tank and took in the fresh air as his head went above water. He’d done it before, but it’s still weird.

Finally, he saw some scientists and white boards. The two humans were busy talking, not even noticing him. He started looking at the boards.

On them held so many details about your species, and with it, pictures of children from each of your species in each one. Certain traits, such as your tail and his claws were circled. You’d been teaching him human language- granted, he was still learning- but he made out a few words on the boards.

Everything, mixed with the photos, led him to believe one thing.

They wanted a hybrid baby. A mix of your DNA.

While he didn’t mind the idea. He wanted to be with you forever, and the idea of a little one that looks like you both sounded amazing, but he hated that these humans were interfering with it.

The environment was supposed to look like your home, the reefs. It was supposed to make you settle down enough to illicit a certain reaction from you, aka the cause of these new feelings you’ve been having.

Did you not understand? From what he knew, you’d been here most of your life… had you never had a partner before him? Or at least seen partners in your pack??

Many questions ran through his head. Too many. He realized his sweet, sunshine of a lover, knew nothing about this stuff. Was it his job to explain it to you?

He noticed the scientists were turning around, so he ducked back down into the water and swam to your cave. When arriving, he saw you pitifully curled into a ball.

He swam over and wrapped himself around you as best he could, despite your much longer tail. You stirred a bit and turned to him, then latched onto him like a leech. He couldn’t help but chuckle and pat your head.

“Where’d you go?” You whine into his chest.

“I went to check out some stuff.” He whispered, heart melting at your pitiful whine. “Can we talk a second?”

You looked up sleepily at him. “Mhm?”

He kissed your forehead. “Do you… know why you’re feeling like this?”

You shook your head. You’re too innocent.

He sighed and rubbed your back. “Do you… know how a child is formed?”

You have a confused look. “How… what?”

Oh boy…

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By the end of the conversation, you were bright red. Damian would be laughing if he wasn’t also dying from embarrassment.

“Oh, my gosh.” You muttered. That response worried him a little.

“Are you… upset?” He asked, taking your hand in his.

“No, no. I just… can’t believe I didn’t know this before.” You chuckled and hid in him, making him smile a bit.

“Idiot.” He teased. “Now you know.”

You suddenly leaned up and kissed him. He was taken off guard- but not in a bad way. He quickly reciprocated.

“I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you as well.” He replied gently. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, “I’m perfect.”

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I got slightly stuck on this one. I hope it’s to your standards, anon!

I wrote most of this while half asleep, so yk. I was craving some more cuddles for more affection in this story, so that’ll probably be present

Guess who doesn’t know how to write kiss scenes? Me!!

Anyway thanks. If you want me to do something different with this prompt lmk

Edit: I am officially starting my own taglist!! Yay (I’m actually so happy)

Taglist: @no-bishes

[thrillered]

Couples Tattoos | Spencer Agnew x Reader Oneshot

Here's my little blurb about a tattoo I noticed during this vid and I'm obsessed with it. I know the pic is blurry asf but I had to screenshot it from the smosh mouth ep 😭

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"I think I want to get a tattoo.” you mentioned offhandedly while you were working on your laptop, sitting near Spencer. 

“You should, I think it’ll be cool.” Spencer agreed. 

“I just want it to be important I guess.” You remarked, scooting closer to Spencer. “At least for my first.” 

You didn’t have any tattoos. You always wanted to get one but felt nervous about putting something so permanent on your body. Your boyfriend, on the other hand, had many tattoos. He frequently got tattoos; he had gotten 4 since you got together. You adored his tattoos, you thought they were so nerdy and fun but made him extra attractive. 

“Can we get one together?” You asked.

“Seriously?” He asked, turning his whole body to face you, with a surprised face. “That’s a big commitment.” 

“Well I love you and I don’t plan on ever not being with you so..” 

Spencer couldn’t help but smile at this. The sentiment made him giddy and why not? You had been together for years and Spencer planned on marrying you one day. 

“Let’s do it.” Spencer agreed, wholeheartedly ready to make an appointment. 

“Really?” You asked, the widest smile on your face. 

“Fuck it man.” He laughed, both of your work long forgotten. “I’ve gotten tattoos of absolute bullshit, at least this would be meaningful.” 

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You and Spencer had been brainstorming tattoo ideas for weeks, doing intense research on styles and artists. As excited as you both were, neither of you had any clue what to get. Spencer wanted to let you have the final decision since it was your first. 

You were laying in bed with Spencer, watching a movie. You flipped over, settling your head on his chest and laying your leg over his, straddling his side slightly. This was your favorite way to cuddle, it felt intimate. Spencer knew this about you. It was something he had noticed very early on in your relationship, and he loved it. Something about the way you loved being close to him brought him a lot of joy. You settled into Spencer, sighing when you found the perfect position. 

This was when Spencer had an idea. He didn’t want to wake you, as you were on the verge of sleep, but he immediately wrote his idea down on his phone. 

The next day when you both went into the office he made his way to the art department. “I need one of your guys' help.” He said, walking up to the group of desks. 

“Okay?” Erin Kushner asked, pulling her headphones off one ear. 

“I need a concept design for a tattoo, doesn't need to be anything crazy.” 

“Yeah sure, what's the tattoo?” Erin agreed. 

Spencer explained his idea, getting teased by Erin for how cute your relationship was. Erin quickly drew up a perfect picture for him. He was incredibly excited to show you it, knowing you would fall in love. 

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He waited until you were home and settled. You were cuddled on the couch with him, watching as he scrolled through twitter. “I think I have the perfect tattoo for us.” Spencer said, pulling the paper out of his pocket. “I thought of it last night but wanted to get it drawn out to show you.” 

He showed you the drawing Erin did, noting the gasp that left your lips. It was a Keith Herring-esq drawing of two figures lying together, cuddled up in your favorite position. 

“Wait, I love it, that’s so cute.” 

“It's the way we always lay together.” He explained, even though you already knew, he was just excited to talk about it. 

“This is the sweetest thing ever, it’s perfect. I love you Spence.” You squealed, smiling into a sweet kiss you placed on his lips. “Wait! We can fill in the one that represents us.” You offered excitedly. 

“I love that.” Spencer smiled, his heart swelling at your excitement. “I’ll book an appointment tomorrow? We’ll probably get in within a few weeks.” 

You agreed, rambling about where you should get it. 

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Three weeks had gone by and today was the day of your tattoo appointment. It wasn’t until yesterday that you decided your placement, you and Spencer both wanting to get it on your inner arm. 

Spencer got his tattoo first, showing you it would go just fine. It eased your nerves, calming you down before you got in the seat. 

He held your hand the entire time. You told him it was okay and the pain wasn’t awful but he insisted on holding it the whole time to “keep you calm”. 

When the appointment was over you and Spencer had the most beautiful couple tattoos. Your artist took some pictures for you and you both immediately posted them, excited to share it with the world. 

Even though everyone knew you and Spencer were in love, now you both had a depiction of your love immortalized forever.

[upmost-rylan]

✨777shipping (spectator x chance) Ramble✨

I couldn't make myself draw anything more than this so- you get a ramble on this OC x canon ship. If y'all have any questions about these two or just any questions on spectator, just send me an ask!

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1-When spectator first met chance, he had a very formal way of talking always using like he is a higher entity but as he got to know chance it got less formal (but still uses big words)

2-AU: if chance ever gets un-forsakened (forsake-me-not mention/j). The last time he saw spectator was in a dream when he was passed out in robloxia. Spectator being happy that chance can continue living his life. + Chance: SPECTATOR! WE DID IT!! We escaped being forsakened!! s-spectator? Spectator: YEAHHH!! WAHOO!! CHANCE YOU DID IT!! Go live your life! Stay safe for me okay?...

3-chance always needs to shower first because if he doesn't, the whole bathroom would be soaked in water by the time spectator is done. The floor, the walls, the ceiling and no, the shower curtain doesn't help-

4-how did they realize they fell in love with each other? +Spectator first realized after maybe a year into knowing chance. it was one is those quiet moments. him and chance were hanging out as chance waited to respawn, asking questions to spectator every once in a while. He loved listening to how chance dreamed big even if stuff doesn't always go to plan. Always looking forward to the next chapter even if the last chapter seemed to end. It was admirable to him. +Chance realized he fell for spectator very early into their friendship (I headcanon him to definitely be a hopeless romantic lol)- but the moment that he realized he was dealing with a crush was in between the rounds. In a slightly morbid way he was excited for when the rounds happened, because it's a win-win scenario to him, if he survived then yay he's alive and can hang out with the others but if he died he gets to see spectator again. Elliot had to point it out to him before he realized what he was doing-

5-they definitely fit the yapper and listener dynamic LMAOO

6-i like to think that chance likes to think of ways to think of dates he can have with spectator even if he can't really take him anywhere. His favorite is imagining taking spectator to a carnival and winning him lots of gifts to spoil him with. His love language is definitely gift giving to me at least-

7-if chance ever figures out how to see and interact with spectator in the regular world. Probably with the help of shedletsky or 7n7 since they had access to the code. Spectator would definitely like to cook him stuff. It takes a little bit for spectator to get used to it but he definitely would love to be a house husband-

8-If spectator is able to I feel like he follows chance around like a puppy going along with any of his crazy ideas.

9-the way spectator shows chance that he's looking over him is by leaving one of his feathers and sometimes chance likes to collect them and put them in a little box, maybe taking one of feathers as a lucky charm.

10-chance is very much a flirt in this relationship, spectator however isn't really much of one but when he does flirt back it always makes chance a mess.

11-What is something that they like about the other? +Chance loves making spectator laugh. It sometimes makes spectator un-hide his face with his wings +Definitely his confidence that sometimes is ego, he finds it both cute and frustrating in a good way.

12-they do not get into many arguments but if there was one to happen i think it would be spectator worrying about chance's gambling habits ending up killing him and ending in spectator not being able to see him again. They don't happen often because chance has Lady Luck on his side and he trusts him.

13-chance loves cuddling spectator's wings/back the feeling reminds him of clouds

[bedoballoons]

Just wrote a Sumeru boys request and when I saw there was another one I got so excited!! AHH I LOVE CUDDLY READER!! Thank you for this request and I hope you enjoy <3

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ❄️

{༻~Cuddles, snuggles and warm bundles~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, fluffy cuddles with the Sumeru boys!!

(Includes: Tighnari, Kaveh, Alhaitham, Wanderer, and Cyno!)

𑁍༄Tighnari:

You pulled the blanket around you tighter, the chill of the morning making you want to stay in bed and cuddle with Tighnari all day, feeling his fluffy tail wrapped around you and his arms sleepy holding you against him. Maybe he felt the same way you did, or maybe you both were so comfortable that any other plans no longer mattered, but neither of you ended up moving even after a couple hours.

Even after he fully woke up and just watched you with this dreamy gaze, even after you talked for hours about everything going on in your life that you hadn't gotten to tell him about, even after the two of you started getting hungry. It was just...so unlike either of you to stay in bed and just, enjoy eachothers company. Forget about work and the things that make the days hurry by.

"Hey Tighnari, can we snuggle like this more often? Just take a break and catch up until we physically have to get out of bed..."

"I love that idea. I think, this may be one of my new favourite things to do"

𑁍༄Kaveh:

You watched Kaveh as he sketched out a entire new layout for the design he'd been stuck on for hours now. This one really seemed to be getting to him and even with all the help you could give, he just wasn't having a good time, he seemed stretched thin...creativity all but gone. "Kaveh, why don't you take a break hmm? We can cuddle for a little and give your mind a rest?"

He sighed in defeat and nodded, smiling as you curled under his arm, using his side as a pillow, "I'm not sure why this idea is so difficult for me to get a grasp on...it's just supposed to be a comfy look, but none of what I had in mind originally really fits what I'm going for." He kissed the top of your head as you listened to his troubles, you wished you could do more for him but you didn't really know how to design anything..,"Well, hmm. When do you feel the comfiest Kaveh?"

"When I'm with you. Oh, my gosh that's it!" He quickly grabbed his sketch pad, his pencil drawing cushions and hidden heart shaped motifs into the design...unaware he'd left you with a goofy smile and a dark blush. Maybe you were more help than you thought.

𑁍༄Alhaitham:

You placed a kiss on Alhaithams neck, feeling sleepy after cuddling with him for so long. Usually he'd have work or other things to attend to, but today, today was his day with you and that meant sitting there reading as you snuggled up to him. The room nice and warm, his arms tightly holding you in place and the gentle sound of the page flipping ever so often...maybe others would find it strange to be so quiet, awkward even, but to you two it was like a comforting silence. A time to unwind and not hear the constant chatter of others or things moving, nothing but the two of you enjoying eachothers presence.

His chin gently rested on your head and you smiled, finally letting your heavy eyelids close and nod off to sleep. You wouldn't even wake up when he carried you to bed, but the next morning would feel like a breeze, like all your stressed had just...melted away.

𑁍༄Wanderer:

Wanderer grunted as you climbed into his lap, your head resting on his chest and his arms holding you tight so you wouldn't fall. To think you'd ask for such a silly thing...to cuddle in a tree, was it something you'd seen in a romance book or dreamed of? He didn't know...he didn't even know why he'd actually agreed to it...until you were resting in his embrace, the soft flutter of leaves all around you and the branches hiding you from the rest of the world.

"It's nice isn't it Wanderer..."

"Tsk...I guess so." He hid his face in your hair, thinking about you and your wild imagination, he silently thanked you for showing him this type of love. He never thought he'd enjoy it as much as he truly did.

𑁍༄Cyno:

You smiled as Cyno kissed your cheek from behind, his hands intertwined with yours and your back resting against his chest. You wouldn't say it out loud yet, but cuddling with him were your favourite moments. Whenever he pulled you close, wether it be after he's just won a tcg game against one of his friends or after he's had a long day and just needs to hold you for comfort, you loved it.

"You okay Cyno?"

"Yes, just a had a long day and wished to be close to you..."

"Ah, well I'm here. How about I tell you a couple jokes I heard today, they made me think of you." You tilted your head back slightly so you could see his reaction and the smallest bit of a smile had already started to form. "Tell me."

"Why did the invisible man turn down the job offer?"

"Hmm why?"

"He couldn't see himself doing it." You blushed as he laughed happily, finding the joke far funnier than it actually was.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[midnight-mourning]

Sugary Sweet

❄️❄️Midnight's DCA December Day 5❄️❄️

ough, this was supposed to be late night but had a lot to say and was too sleepy to finish saying it, thank being said, hope you enjoy! I had a lot of fun with it

Prompt: Reader moon and sun making those Walmart sugar cookies (like the ones with the trees on them) and hot cocoa in a warm cozy house 👀

Word Count: 1704

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"Alright,"—You set several grocery bags down on the counter—"Are you ready?"

Sun nods, then salutes. "As I'll ever be!"

"Oven's on?" You ask.

"425 Fahrenheit!"

A nod. "Christmas playlist at the ready?"

He presses the button on your speaker, flooding the room with music. "Playing now!"

"And we have all our supplies?"

"3 containers of sprinkles, 5 different icings, several various candies for toppings, baking sheets, and of course—" He dumps one of the grocery bags on the counter, then another, and one final third bag as well. "—15 boxes of ready to bake cookies!"

You nod. "Okay, let's get to it then, we've got, a lot, of baking to do."

When you'd first proposed the idea of baking cookies, the Attendant had been thrilled. When you'd found however, the amount of cookies they'd wanted to make—to give out throughout the neighborhood—you'd curve the idea from making cookies to instead, getting premade and decorating them, which seemed to be just as exciting.

After a quick run to the store, you were now here, placing disks of dough across multiple baking sheets. Your oven could only handle two trays at a time, so you were probably going to be in here until late tonight, but you didn't mind. It was the weekend, and it was cold and snowy outside, so you had no place you'd rather be. 

Not to mention, since the daycare attendant had moved into your home, you hadn't gotten to spend much time together. Which, one would think would in fact quell the crush that you'd been developing since long before everything that happened, but it was in fact quite the opposite. 

You'd run into one of them in the hallway, and while the close proximity was nothing you weren't used to before, now with the added factor they were living in your house, it flustered you, to say the least. Sun's quiet giggle or Moon's soft chuckle making your heart race. 

Or sitting on the couch together while you watched TV. You were sure the casual cuddling didn't mean anything, but it certainly made you feel something. Like when Moon's arm rested on your shoulder, or his sunny counterpart covering you both with the too small throw you had, forcing you to sit closer to relax comfortably. 

Or something like making dinner, chatting away with one of the two as you worked together on a meal only you would be enjoying. Not too dissimilar to now. 

"Whatcha thinking about?"

You look up from decorating one of your cookies. The first two batches having come out of the oven just a little bit ago. 

You smile and shake your head. "Nothing important. How's your little army of snowmen coming along?"

"Splendid!" Sun replies. "I think adding sprinkles really makes them pop!"

You stand on your tiptoes to peer at the side of the counter across from you where he's hard at work. "Oh wow, yeah. Nice work."

"Thank you~ And how are your efforts going?"

You cringe, not even wanting to move back out of the way so he can see your cookies. "Oh, it's... going."

You'd just been adding small dots of icing and such to give your reindeer hats and scarves. Very poorly drawn hats and scarves. Which, to be fair, you're not an artist as is, you think trying to draw with icing is a feat in and of itself. 

"Let me see!" Before you can react, Sun's leaning over his side of the kitchen island, and being much taller than you, can see over you and down at your cookies easily. "Well done Starshine! Those look great."

Suddenly, he shifts back so that you're now only a few inches apart, meeting in the middle of the counter essentially, eye to eye. 

"Hi." You say, unsure of what to do. 

His faceplate spins once, twice, "Hello, —"

"What was that?" You hadn't caught the end of his sentence, murmured too quietly for you to pick up.

Sun's eyes widen and then he leans backwards to stand upright again, clapping his hands. "Nothing important! We have work to do, right?"

You try to ignore the warmth on your cheeks and cough, falling back on your heels. "Right."

You do your best to forget the moment, and sometime later something else happens that makes the strange feeling in your chest grow that much larger. 

You're about halfway done now, and throughout your baking session you've been finding yourself to be more and more aware of Sun's actions. 

The glances you'd catch every now and again between each other or the random touches when you both reached for the same icing. His hand on your shoulder while he set your hot coco down in front of you, lingering for just a moment beside you before returning to his side of the counter to decorate. 

To say you felt like you were being a bit delusional about it all was an understatement. As much like every other interaction you had with Sun—and Moon—on a daily basis, you assumed you were reading far too much into it. 

That was, until then unexpected happened. 

Accidentally, when reaching for sprinkles, the icing you'd gotten on your hand had gotten onto Sun's as he reached for the same container. 

"Oh! Shoot, I'm sorry,"—you look around for a towel—"Here let me—"

Before you can do anything else, you find that there's now more icing on the top of your hand. Glancing up, you see Sun's face is turned up and away, pretending to whistle a tune. 

You feel a grin split across your features. You take another dollop of icing, and reach across the counter to get him back, but miss as he steps back out of the way. You try again, and his quiet chuckle only eggs you on further. 

Finally you get frustrated enough to try and chase him around the counter, managing to swipe his arm. Sun spins around and, after arming himself with an entire spoonful of the stuff. 

You both stand frozen for a moment. Then he takes a step. Then another. 

You struggle to contain your giggles. "No, don't you dare."

He laughs again, and keeps moving toward you. 

You panic, and laughing start to race around the counter as he follows after you. You fake each other out a few times before he tricks you, managing to snatch your wrist and spin you into his grasp. Back to his chest you look up at his cheeky stare, waiting for the worst with eyes wide. 

"Boop." He places a dollop of icing on the end of your nose. 

You go cross-eyed trying to look at it and he giggles, arms shifting to wrap around you. 

Your hands come up to rest on his forearms, not sure what to do. 

"You're really cute like this." He says, more to himself, after a moment. "It makes me want to—" He stops. Then looks away, hold faltering, "I'm sorry I, I know you're not..." 

When you realize he's not going to say anything else, you reach one hand up to cup his chin, turning his face back down to look at you. Your other hand finds one of his and squeezes it. 

"Do it." You say. "Whatever it is, do it. Please."

Sun's rays spin at this, and he nods slightly. Craning his neck down, his smile meets your lips, and you melt instantly. 

It's a brief kiss, but it's soft, tender. He pulls away after a moment. 

"You've got a little something on your face." You muse. The icing from before now smeared on his faceplate. 

He seems to only half hear you, if at all. "Maybe you should fix that..."

You giggle, and he seems to realize what he's saying. 

Sometime later, after a bit of cleanup and a heartfelt discussion. You're sitting in front of the oven, watching the last of the cookies bake. 

It was dark out now, and you had only the glow of the oven to see by. Not that you minded, as after your chat you had now acquired not just one, but two robot boyfriends. One of which was sitting beside you currently, holding your hand as you sip hot coco. 

"I had a lot of fun today." You say, turning to him. 

Moon chuckles, "With which part? The decorating or the kissing?"

"Hey, there was only a little bit of kissing." You scoff, but can feel your ears burning. 

Quiet between the two of you, just the humming of the oven and the sound of your heating system in the background. 

"We had assumed that you simply weren't interested."

You twist to face him. "How could I not be?" You smile, confused. 

Moon's faceplate twists, staring at you a moment. 

"Star, we've been actively flirting with you since the moment you walked into the Daycare."

You blink once, twice. "Excuse me?"

"Did, were we not—" Moon stops, clearly baffled. "You didn't know?"

You briefly think back on all the times you'd shot down the idea that the attendant had been flirting with you, and a horrible sense of realization overtakes you, hand coming up to your mouth. "Oh no."

At this, Moon starts to snicker, then it becomes a full blow laugh. As it rises in volume you sputter, face on fire. You reach out to smack his arm and miss, falling forward into his lap. 

His laughter cuts off and you just stare at each other. 

You speak up. "Well, you going to hold me or not? Since I'm so otherwise oblivious."

His faceplate spins rapidly, and you're quickly pulled into his lap properly, facing each other. 

Just as he's about to kiss you, the timer goes off for the cookies, halting any chance of that happening. 

It should, anyway. "Hold on, let's get those out first."

"They can wait. I heard Mrs. Walters likes her cookies crispy." Moon states, leaning back in. 

You protest about it greatly, but a smattering kisses distracts you for a little longer. Though only a little. While tempting for the smallest of seconds, you'd rather not let store-bought cookies be the reason your kitchen burns down. 

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Thank you for the lovely request @buzzybee3 I may have went a little wild with it 😅 Still I hope you enjoyed!! Triggered a childhood memory of making cookies hehe ^_^

If you're interested in requesting, you have until 12/13 OR until I recieve 31 requests, currently only have about 14 so feel free to request if you haven't already! See here for more details, thanks for reading!

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Aaron

Most likely has two kids. Can’t see him definitively having only one son or daughter.

Tries to be strict on them, but he has little to no backbone.

Definitely part of the HOA in their neighborhood.

A Karen with “class”, does the jog in the morning.

Tries to get his kids into everything, especially art related stuff (band, art club, choir.) but his kids have no interest in it.

Out in public him and his kids look NOTHING alike fashion wise.

His daughter takes after his snobbish behavior with certain things, “she’s such a try hard,” etc. a mean girl basically. (He’s just proud she’s so confident.)

His son on the other hand is more reserved but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t talk shit. Has gotten beaten up a few times. But on the bright side winning the case got them a bigger house.

Yknow the obnoxious moms at games who face paint, wear their kids jersey numbers, have posters, etc. yeah that’s Aaron.

Everyone thought he was gay when he moved in. His neighbors were VERY shocked when his kids popped out one day.

No pets, they hate the idea of owning a pet in the house.

Single father energy. Mom denies ever sleeping with him.

Aaron struggled at first raising his kids because of being a single father. Leading him to working a few blue collar jobs — much to his displeasure. But whatever got his kids to eat and a roof over their heads.

Very emotional. Will cry over everything.

“It’s wine o’clock”, “Live, laugh, love” and,”it’s not a house it’s a home” all exist in their home.

Guilt trips often because he’s scared they’ll leave.

He’s gonna have a heart attack when he gets grand kids jk he’s probably be a better grandpa than dad

Jay

Girl dad. Only a girl dad.

Very protective of his daughter. Loves her to death.

Headcanon he has tattoos and lets her color them in.

Enjoys the tea parties she holds.

Has (and will) go out with nail polish and stickers on his face because he loves his daughter.

Looks really rough and stuff, sticks out in a crowd which makes parents wary. Until they see his daughter run into his arms.

Shares the same taste as her dad.

She grew up more feminine than punk, but didn’t forget her roots.

Loves everything her dad makes for her.

He plans to tattoo his favorite drawing of hers

Takes more after her mothers looks than fathers.

Screw it— she got a motorcycle instead of a car because she wanted to seem more cooler (it was very cool til she wrecked it.)

Developed a third sense to know when his daughter is doing something sketchy because of the accident.

Happy with having a one kid. He thinks a second would be too much.

Rodney

Has a son, fight me.

Biggest dork with his kid. Identical in looks. (Much to his mother’s teasing.)

Nearly the same in everything which freaks Rodney out. Basically his mini me. So it’s easy for the two to bond.

His son didn’t cry when he was younger, not a whole lot I mean, nor did he laugh or get angry. Was just content with life. It got his parents worried.

The reason he was so calm was because his dad was always around. The second the doctors took him to a different room to check his psyche, he freaked out. The doctors basically diagnosed him with “clinginess” and 500 dollars down the drain.

As his son gets older, he’s managed to get accepted into art school. Much to his father’s excitement.

Rodney met his mom at art school. The two had to drop out thought because of her pregnancy. They work different jobs than their paths intended. Still do art on the side.

When his son was a toddler, he’d refuse to start the day until he got cuddles. 5 minutes or an hour— didn’t matter. He wanted attention.

His sons an attention seeker, not negatively just loves the spotlight.

Worked hard and accidentally became salutatorian. Didn’t realize taking all the honors classes would do that. Just moved ahead when he needed to.

Rodney had constant nightmares of falling asleep on his son when they’d sleep in the bed because he was a baby. For awhile he’d stay up late just so that wouldn’t happen.

Rodney struggled with dealing with his son and bills even with the help of his wife. He was diagnosed with post-partum depression.

Still suffers from depressive episodes every now and then.

Copes through his art.

His son will most likely inherit his depression.

James

Son. Can’t really see him with a daughter.

Wasn’t there the first few years of his life. Not because he didn’t care, just the mother really didn’t believe he’d straighten up to raise him.

Struggles to bond with him because of the differences in raising him. Especially because his son likes comic books and not “art.”

Got a better job to pay child support for his son.

Visits the little league games he plays, even if he has no idea what’s going on.

The only thing him and his son really bond over is the weird art movies James has. His son only likes them because they’re “different.”

Doesn’t see his kid too often because of work and limited hours together. Working to get his son on weekends and holidays.

Buys his son a lot of toys. Doesn’t ever hear back on if he got them. Saw one in the trash when he dropped him off one day.

Doesn’t hold any grudges against his ex and vice versa. Only one who doesn’t like him is his ex-in-laws.

Met his ex at an art museum. The two hit it off and planned on getting married until she found out she was pregnant. James didn’t find out til his son was two.

James doesn’t know his ex is going to give him more time to watch his son much to her parents dislike.

He still has some feelings towards her. But doesn’t know if she wants him in her life. Will respect any answer.

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Christmas in Spain (Carlos Sainz)

First term is over so you go back home to spend Christmas with your family

Note: english is not my first language. Dad!driver always gets me fluffy (and let's pretend it's Christmas season for a bit - it was a bit tricky considering it's sunny and warm outside 😅)

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"I hope you have fun holidays!", you waved to the kids as they got their backpacks and ran out the door, excited for the Christmas break.

Grades would be sent over e-mail and on the school platform and a parent-teacher meeting would happen in January, so for now all you had to do was tidy the classroom a bit so you wouldn't come back to a big mess.

"Do you need help?", one of the cleaning staff asked you as they pushed the cart along the corridor.

"No, I'm fine, thank you though! The classroom is not looking so bad - Mark thought it was funny to do the drawings I asked them to on the table, but I had him clean all of that out and I think we've finally won over that bug that was going around because the bin barely has any tissues!", you cheered like you had just won a championship.

"Just in time for them to go home and spend time with all the extended family and friends and catch some other bug, right?", the older lady joked and you laughed along.

"I tidied this the best I could so this one is hopefully quick for you to clean - thank you", you smiled as you grabbed your bags, making sure nothing important was left behind before leaving the room, "I hope your holidays are nice too, I'll see you in January!".

You got in the car and drove home, hoping to find a small chaos since Carlos said he would get everything ready for you to fly out to spend the holiday time with his family in Spain, volunteering to pick up the kids from school so he could get them ready to travel too.

"Mis amores, I'm home!", you gave them a quick shout before putting your things away in the office, having already packed them in separate bags so you could leave the backpack with the things you didn't need in the office and take only the things you needed already in the backpack you would fly with.

"Mama!", Clara was the first to greet you at the door, letting you pull her up so you could hug her, "I'm all dressed for the flight!", she smiled, twirling around in the tracksuit. Since the flight would arrive late, it would be best to have the kids dressed in comfortable clothes given that they would probably fall asleep and in the event that they would arrive at Carlos' parents already asleep, it wouldn't be too bad if they slept in them.

"I can see that, is papa getting the boys ready?", you kissed her cheek and walked up with her to the boys' bedroom.

Mateo was sitting in the play area, his fingers holding finger puppets while Carlos put Benjamín's sweater on, making you sit down with him.

"Why don't we show mama just how handsome you two look?", your husband said as he allowed him to go to the floor and join his brother in the cuddle you had him on.

"Mama! We're matching!", Benjamín said, leaving a splotchy kiss on your cheek and showing you the sweatshirt and sweatpants set all three kids had. When you spotted the Christmas themed Disney sets, you had to get them. While the boys had the dark blue version, Clara had the pine green one.

"You look really cute, guys! Are they comfy?", you wondered.

"Yes, feels nice, it's not itchy", Mateo offered and his siblings nodded before you pulled yourself up to your feet, Carlos helping you and landing you on his chest.

"Hello, beautiful", he greeted, kissing your lips after what felt like an eternity as he watched you and your kids. He would happily stare at the four of you forever, but a kiss was needed.

"Hey, amor", you spoke, "seems like you did just fine getting these three monkeys ready to go", you smiled.

"Don't be fooled by it - the boys were not happy they had to have a bath since they weren't going to bed yet, so there were some negotiations and some tantrums", Carlos chuckled.

"Mama, did you know we're flying tonight?", Clara asked, big brown eyes looking up at you as she pulled on your pants' leg.

"Yes, I did! We're going to see abuela and abuelo for Christmas!", you agreed, "which means I also have to go and put something comfortable on, pack what's left and then we can head out!", you clapped your hands.

Changing into an appropriate outfit, you put the last minute things in your luggage before heading down, Carlos already buckling the kids in their car seats while you fit the test of the carry-ons on the car boot.

Driving to the airport was a nice challenge since you wanted to keep the kids awake until you boarded the plane to make things easier and not change their sleep routine too much, meaning that you blasted every Bluey album you had, singing along loudly with the three children.

"Why can't I push the trolley?", Mateo asked as Carlos pushed the trolley with all the bags.

"Because it's to heavy for you, buddy - papa will do it and you hold my hands", you assured, stretching them out once your backpack was secured on, "Clara, stay close to papa, okay?", you warned.

It certainly wasn't the first time you were travelling all together - even though you didn't travel to races as much as you did when it was just you, the kids would often be in most of the European races and a few other ones outside of the continent too -, but your stress levels were still the usual.

"Relax, amor, I packed everything we needed, and if by chance something is missing, either my parents or my sisters will have it or we can go to the store and get it", Carlos tranquilized as you sat in the lounge, the kids happily eating some dry cereal from the bowl.

"I know, I think the school stress is still here somehow even though I've left everything ready and done with - I only have those reports to finish on monday", you sighed as your husband rubbed your shoulders.

"You don't have to worry, okay?", he assured, pulling you to rest on his chest until you got the flight call to board.

The flight itself was fine, the kids staying awake without making too much of a mess and entertaining themselves with their sticker books. As soon as you got to the car, though, everyone was out like a light before you left the airport parking zone.

"Welcome back!", Reyes was the first to greet you as Carlos' stopped the car

Putting his finger in front of lips so they wouldn't be too loud, Carlos spoke softly, "they fell asleep right away, if one of you could help us with them, please", he said as his father took Clara in his arms while you and your husband took each of the boys.

"I'll bring your luggage inside, dears", your moment in-law assured as you walked upstairs to the bedroom where the kids would sleep in.

Tucking the kids with some coos and shushes, you were able to come back to the kitchen and be met with some snacky bits Reyes prepared, "have something to eat and drink, I'm sure it will do you good", she smiled as you sat around the table, catching up for a bit before you retired to your respective bedrooms for the night.

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"This year I decided I wanted to bake our own roscón", Reyes announced as she got the ingredients out of the cupboard, not missing the wide-eyed looks and scoff from her children and her husband, "why is it no one has faith in me to pull it off?", she reasoned.

"Mama - it's just, you've never done it", Ana reasoned as her siblings nodded.

"For you to be able to say you can do something, you have to do something you've never done before", the matriarch offered.

"I believe you can do it, abuela", Clara added, "mama always says that when we want to do something, we have to put our minds to it and work as much as we can for it!".

"See? At least someone thinks I can do it - you can be my sous-chef, cariño", she smiled at her granddaughter, "do you boys want to join us?".

"Abuelo said he has a new toy car that we can play with him and papa outside", Benjamín hugged her legs and Mateo followed and replied with "I know you'll do well, abuela".

"Off you go then - means I also get your mama all to myself because not only does she have a magic finger for baking - and I do need all the help I can get - and I won't have all of you stealing her from me", she giggled, tapping their noses and letting them go outside.

Reyes loved all her children the same, and her daughters were no exception to her love. When she found out her only son was enamoured by someone, she wanted to meet the young woman who had taken her boy's heart. Since then, you always felt included in their family activities and like you were her third daughter.

"How has school been?", she asked as you followed the recipe on the propped up iPad, measuring the ingredients and setting them apart.

"My little ones are finally able to do some independent work, they're confident enough to do it and that gives me more time to prepare different things to do with them - I've been really enjoying teaching this class", you smiled, helping Clara with the eggs to make sure no shells fell in the bowl.

"That's nice to hear - you know, Carlos used to worry a lot about you running yourself too much and overworking, especially now with three kids, so I can't hide the fact that I'm happy that it's becoming easier on you", Reyes stated.

"There are hard days - they will always be even if I work all day or no time at all -, but we've got a routine down with them, Carlos is spending as much time home as he can and so far, there hasn't so been much to worry about", you offered.

After kneading everyhting and waiting for the three hours the recipe recalled, you began decorating it.

"Abuela, does this one look good next to this one?", Clara wondered as she displayed the candied fruits on the dough.

"Yes, amor, it looks very delicious - we can only hope it will taste delicious as well!", Reyes kissed her cheek and mixed the sugar with water before sprinkling the mixture.

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"Are we ready to start writing our letters?", Carlos Sr clapped his hands before joining the kids at the table, Mateo already holding the glue.

"Yes, we're ready, abuelo! Can you help me with my spelling, please?", Clara asked.

The boys were too young to write, so they chose to draw instead and your daughter still required some help.

"Tres Reyes Magos, my name is Clara Sainz, and this year I have been a good girl. I always did as I was told and I did really well in school too - Do you think that's good, abuelo?", your daughter wondered, wanting to know her grandfather's opinion on the start of her letter.

"That's good, cariño - now, you have to write to them what you'd like to get for a present", your father in-law praised, turning his attention back to the boys' letters, "have you two decided what you're going to ask for?".

"Yes! I want this game here", Mateo said as he showed his drawing.

"I really hope they'll bring me this book", Benjamín showed his best attempt of the cover his grandfather had seen you wrap the night before, smiling at the prospect.

"Let's hope they'll bring you those, then", the oldest Sainz in the room said.

"Are we going to watch the Cabalgata tomorrow?", Mateo asked, "I saw some photos from last year but I don't remember much from them", he admitted.

"Yes, if all goes well - we usually go every year, I don't see why we can't go and watch it again", Carlos Sr smiled.

[not-magdi]

Face Masks

Summary: Pablo discovering the wonderful world of face masks

Pairing: Pablo Gavi x fem!reader

Warnings: none just pure fluff

Words: 534

Skincare was extremely important to you. You enjoyed having a nightly routine, which helped you stay calm and sane despite your hectic life with your boyfriend, Pablo Gavi.

You have your serums and your creams all nicely lined up on the bathroom shelf. All organized by colours and sizes, it's your little happy place.

Pablo didn't understand it at first, not getting behind the idea of standing an hour in the bathroom, smearing different things on your face. But after you explained their importance to you, he accepted it. He still doesn't understand it but learns to live with it.

You're currently standing in your holy bathroom, applying a face mask to your face, as you feel two hands snake around your waist.

"When are you coming to bed amor.?"

"Soon, I'm almost done."

Dipping his finger in the container, he plays with the mask and draws a disgusted face.

"And you put that on your face because you want to?"

You chuckle and nod your head, finishing applying it to your face. Then, an idea sparked in your mind.

"Hey, can I apply some to your face?"

"Absolutely not!"

"Come on, pleaseeeeee?"

You try to give him your best puppy-dog eyes, and not surprising you at all, it takes exactly one minute for him to budge.

"Fineee, but my face better be as soft as a baby's butt after this"

You celebrate your success for a second before you beckon him to sit on the counter before you. Finding the most stupid headband you own, you put it in his head.

Taking a step back, you admire how your boyfriend looked with his hair all put-back. You started to laugh at the sight before you. He looked like a little kid with his little frog headband.

"You having fun, cariño?"

"Yes, very much."

Composing yourself, you start to apply the mask to his face. Which was harder than you might think because that little shit kept trying to move away all the goddam time.

"Amor, that's cold!"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Beauty is pain, baby. Beauty is pain."

After you finished applying the mask to his face, you took a good look at your artwork. It was the cutest thing you have ever seen in your entire life.

Pablo's face, completely covered in a white face mask, with a pout on his lips, was a sight that was now permanently burned in your brain.

Grabbing your phone, you take a photo of this sight to post it afterwards.

"Really, you gonna take a photo of my suffering?"

"Yes, now come here. I wanna take a selfie too."

You take a few selfies and cuddle up on the bed to wait until the masks are dry.

"Amor, are they supposed to burn?"

"Uhh, yeees?"

You let out a sigh of relief as you hear the timer go off. Dragging Pablo to the bathroom, you wash the mask off his face, chuckling at his surprised face, when he feels how soft his skin got.

"Dios mio, it's so soft!"

"I know, face masks are awesome right?"

"Sí, cariño, we need to do this more often OK?!"

Laughing, you nod your head, kissing his cheek, happy how excited he got over face masks.

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Hi im that person that asked for the stufed toy thing and oh my god i loved it so much i loved everything and onece your requests are open sorry im asking while they are shut i had this sudden idea for a request sorry😭😭 ive also kinda got 2 ideas soooo sorry😅

But like a reader that is obsessed with drawing and loved to draw cute and sweet drawings to give to asa to do with their hyper fixation or every time they are with him they start ranting to him about it or them i dont know but he would be so educated on their hyper fixation unless its bugs then he would already know everything haha

Or idea 2

The reader likes to lick things randomly for no particular reason they just like to do it or they love physical touch and cant get enough of it always cuddling with asa at night as close as they can and just imagine them cuddling and they just lick him then he just gets confused that would be so funny to imagine😭😭

Or the reader for the same type of thing as the plushie one but instead music to calm them down and they would have like a tiny crying fit for their headphones bc i have had alot of meltdowns over not having my headphones its crazy i love your writing so much hope u have a good day❤️

Asa Emory x Autistic!Gn!Reader with a new hyperfixation

Requests are open!

Hi I hope you like this! I totally crammed my last two fixations into this < 3

Call Asa old but he wasn’t exactly up to date on video games. He defiantly was now at least, not that he had much choice. You were always flipping between interests, intensely talking and interacting with one topic for weeks or months at a time and then switching to another that catches your interest. It’s been Sonic The Hedgehog for atleast 3 weeks now.

He didn’t exactly picture his desk to be filled with pictures of anthropomorphic hedgehogs but here he is, he kinda signed up for this when he stuffed you into the trunk, knowingly or not. As long as you’re happy then he’s happy, even if he thinks you’re spending a little too much time on that GameCube you begged him to bring to hotel..

A few weeks pass and it’s now the Saw franchise. Victims being “tested” in disgusting gory traps by a man that fancies himself to be god? This is more up to his speed..pun unintended.

A series of excited knocks sound from the door of your masters workroom. Stretching his taught shoulders and neck he takes inventory of his aching muscles, he supposes he can take a break to spend some time with his puppy. Slumping back in the chair and swinging it to face to door Asa calls you in. “Enter”

Keeping your eyes pinned to the floor until given further permission you enter the room, shuffling over to drop to your knees in front of your owner, waiting for the order. The currently unmasked man drinks in your appearance, oversized jumper falling to sit on your neatly pressed together thighs and the collar he places on you every morning slightly twisted, the tag not where it should be.

“Eyes up pet” he says firmly, snapping his fingers to emphasise the point. Jumping a little at the suddenness you snap your eyes up to meet a fond look on master’s face, you relax a little, letting out a sigh.

Shuffling to prop his chin up with his fist in interest, Asa continues.

“What can I do for you pet?”

Visibly perking up and practically vibrating on the wooden floor you push the paper into Asa’s face, defiantly too close, there’s no way he can actually see it like that. Realising this you settle to put it in his lap and stare back at him hopefully.

“I drew more pictures! I wanted you to see..” you reply a little shy, suddenly realising how loud and excitable you had been, insecurity creeping in. Asa recognises you shrinking in on yourself and tuts. “Can I see, cricket?” He adds softly, prompting you to show him what you’ve been working on, he never wants you to feel ashamed about you’re passions even if you’ve been taught in the past to ‘tone it down’

Asa wants all of you, he accepted that from the moment he hoisted you into the box, to the moments when he firmly settles the collar around your throat every morning.

Soft smile settling onto your face you hand over the paper, not ignoring the way your knuckles brush against your masters during the exchange.

You wait with baited breath as he looks the paper over, you know he would never say anything demeaning about your art but you can’t help feel a little anxiety when letting someone in on something special to you. Todays drawing is a rough sketch of your for a saw trap, it’s grisly and frankly disgusting, you don’t envy anyone that would end up strapped down and desperate on the other end of it. Obviously you have no need for a contraption like that, but it’s only an (admittedly) sick fantasy.

After flicking through the diagrams and reading the notes as best he can (it’s not your fault he can’t read you’re handwriting well 🙄) a strange look crosses his face..it’s almost like you can see the cogs working in his brain. this could either be fantastic or a disaster, Asa isn’t one to do things half assed, it’s always all or nothing.

“Can I use this?” The silence is suddenly broken, his sclera eyes raising to meet your own, not any less eerie than when hidden behind his mask.

A strange feeling begins to pool in your stomach, should you feel exited? Proud that he wants to use your plans? Or disgusted? Sick to your stomach that the plans you never envisioned actually coming to fruition will be used to torture some poor individual? Unsure how to feel or respond you stare back at him, lips slightly parted as if trying to muster something up.

“These are wonderful cricket, they may need a little tinkering to make them functional but regardless this design is…fascinating.” A sickly sweet smile sits on your masters lips as he hands the paper back to you, ruffling your hair and placing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head.

Stunned and with a pit in your stomach you nod dumbly, leaning into the affection and practically purring. The idea that you’ve just essentially sentenced someone to their painful and unethical demise is soul crushing…but also a little thrilling? Has your owner really rubbed off on you this much? It’s not like you don’t know what he does day in and day out but it’s never been this..personal.

Asa slaps his knees (like the old man he is) and rolls back over to the desk, pushing away his current projects and random hardware to make room for your (his) new trap.

“Can you bring me the paper please, doll?. I would like to get started as soon as possible.”

Shaking off the ever building dread you pull yourself up, a little unsteady due to the burning in your thighs from sitting in one position so long. Placing the paper on his desk you stare back at him, waiting for further instruction. you’re not sure when he ended up ingraining that response into your mind but at this point it’s not worth questioning, it’s not hard to see that the pair of you are living in your own little world outside of normal society by now.

“You’re welcome to either sit by me as I work and give input considering it’s you’re design or you may sit on your bed and wait for me to finish”

You glance over at the cushy pet bed across the room from Asa’s desk…a lay down does sound ideal right now, maybe a nap will help clear your head? Or swallow the guilt.

“I’m gonna lay down sir, maybe nap a little, promise I won’t snore and distract you” you tease, giggling and feeling a little better in yourself.

Asa huffs out a chuckle at your joke. “I’ll be sure you don’t little bug.” He says, smiling gently at you. You turn to leave before being stopped in your tracks.

“One more thing, pet”

Cool gloved hands slide around your neck making you shiver at the contact, the small misplaced silver tag is slid back into its original place, proudly stating your name and owner on the front like a brand.

“There we go, much better”

Blushing a little you thank your owner and wonder off to the dog bed, curling up and lazily watching him work from afar.

[lost-my-hed]

Chapter Eight

while writing this i got an idea that completely changes the premise of the story…8 chapters in. I briefly changed the blurb as well as the first paragraph or so in the first chapter. I think that helps fit this new narrative better and hopefully it makes sense !! If you find any issues with consistency or wonky plot lines please let me know, constructive criticism is greatly appreciated !!

The Aftermath

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Their ear burned the whole car ride home and into the late evening. It was a warm pain that they could make throb if they focused on it for too long. The first thing they did after saying hello to Butters was run to the bathroom and stare at the pair of stacked matching studs now in their ear. They shined in the soft, warm light of the lightbulb above their mirror, and Y/N fought every urge to touch them. They know better than to mess with piercings. Soap gave them an extensive and stern talk about what not to do before they left. But it was almost like touching them; feeling the cool metal against the flushed skin would prove they did it. The ache would have to suffice for now.

Now cuddled up under the quilted duvet that covered their bed, they focused on the pain and reveled in the throbbing that followed. And the more they enjoyed the pain, the more the ache changed—rather than emanating from the top of their ear, it began to stem from low in their belly. Their thoughts switched from how brave they were today to how nice the large masked man's voice sounded—low and gravely, thick with a Manchester accent. His head ducked down next to Soap's, mumbling about the best option for them, for me.

Soap was pleased with his boyfriend's two cents. Glowing with admiration and excitement, so much so that they shared a quick kiss—Ghost, as Soap liked to call him, pulled down his mask and planted a sweet peck to his lover's expecting mouth. And just as quickly as it happened, his mask was replaced, and Y/N barely had time to comprehend what they had seen. If anything, it made them warm all over, feeling as though they were intruding on a private moment between a couple, a moment they should not have seen. Y/N felt like they were a preteen again—the interaction was nothing but innocent, and here they were, flushing as if they just witnessed a sex scene in front of their parents for the first time.

Usually, they would have forced themselves to stop thinking about how good the two men looked next to each other, plump lips pressed together, but it seemed impossible. No matter how hard they tried to remove the memory, it came back, the image seared into the inside of their eyelids forever. Subconsciously, these images morphed into something more.

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Ghost's hands cupped their jaw in his large hand, swiping his thumb across their bottom lip, waiting for them to "open up" for him. Soap's arms looped around their waist from behind; his head pressed into the space between their neck and shoulder. His mouth pressed soft kisses to the sensitive skin, chuckling low in his chest when they shivered.

"Darling," a voice says from behind them? in front of them?—they don't know, "Look at me sweet'eart," the same voice continues, drawing their closed eyes open (they didn't even realize they had closed), "there you are…" the same voice coos as their eyes flutter open and lock onto Ghost's pretty brown eyes.

"I think our baby is enjoying this, don't you agree, Johnny?" Ghost asks, a smirk taking over his features as his eyes flick between the two people before him. Y/N can feel the shorter man smile against their heated flesh, and rather than answering with his words, Johnny nips and sucks right under their ear.

"Oh," they gasp, their eyes widening in shock, cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. Y/N could feel their heart beating against their ribs, followed by the sound of their blood rushing in their ears. They felt dizzy—lust and adrenaline flooding their senses, making it hard to feel the room around them. They were beginning to float away into the overwhelming emotions. And Y/N was having trouble deciding whether or not the feeling was bad—is feeling weightless and heavy all at the same time comforting or uncomfortable? It could become overwhelming if they allowed it. However, the two sets of hands caressing every inch of their skin made it hard not to like.

The sound of muffled voices speaking about Y/N but not to Y/N was prominent. It was hard to decipher what the two men were saying, and truthfully, they didn't care. They were too busy enjoying the floaty new space they were in.

"I think we broke them, Si," Johnny smiles amusedly, brushing his fingers along the stripe of skin peaking out from the hem of their shirt. "Isn't that right, Sunshine?" He teases; their lust-glazed eyes widen, and their heads begin to nod 'yes' rapidly. This makes Simon groan as though he'd gotten injured. The blonde reaches one of his hands up to grasp their jaw. He forces their chin upwards, making Y/N hold eye contact, "There you are, puppy," watching as their hazy look begins to focus on his own.

"So well behaved." He says it more like a statement, an observation of the truth, not a praise. It makes Y/N squirm under his stare—unyielding and oh-so-hot. "Let's see if you know any tricks." Before Y/N knows it, they all move to their (Ghost and Soap's) shared bedroom: a large California king bed is against the back wall, and dark grays and neutral decor fill the space and decorate the walls. The large black duvet on the bed looks like the most plush cloud. Their suspicions are confirmed when Ghost tosses them onto said mattress.

Without any preamble, Johnny gives Y/N their first command, "On all fours, pet." He says the last word like it pleases him without end. His tone is teasing and derogative, and who can blame him when they take it so well?

It makes the part of their brain that makes them want to please, please, please start firing. Without so much as a second thought, their limbs are moving faster than their mind can comprehend what they are attempting to achieve. Y/N quickly flips onto their tummy--using their arms to push onto their knees and wait for further instructions.

"...not only are you obedient, but eager," Simons says after a beat of silence. Neither of the men moves to join them on the bed, nor do they touch them. Y/N is stuck, waiting for someone to make a move or give them an order, making it delicious and frustrating. When it feels as though neither of them will make a move, Y/N begins to get impatient. Not only were they a good listener and well-behaved, but they were also greedy. A whine threatens to sneak past their lips, but they get pulled out of their head abruptly. A hand is placed on the back of Y/N's head, fingers carding through the hair at the nape of their neck. The greedy part of them wanted to preen at the attention and subtle display of affection. However, the desperate and all-consuming need to be good overshadows everything else." They refrained from leaning into his touch, their lips sealed and head bowed, eyes focused on the black fabric underneath them.

A pair of lips brushed against their right ear, hot breath fanning their cheek. It would be to turn their head and look at him—both of them. It would be even easier to press their mouth against his, licking and sucking the plump flesh between their own. How good it would feel to whimper against the fabric of Ghost's jeans, their face smooshed into the meat of his thigh, while waiting for Johnny's next demand. Y/N can almost taste the way his detergent smells; the image in their head is starting to feel plausible.

They can feel the light dusting of sweat that begins to settle on their heated skin. The fan above the bed rotates leisurely, occasionally allowing the cool air to brush against their heated flesh. Goosebumps litter their body, and they will the shiver that wants to rack through their body away. The images of being at Ghost's feet fade away when light-smacking noises occupy their senses. It takes them a moment to comprehend what they are hearing. Are they making out? "At first, Y/N thinks so, but they realize their mistake when they feel a pair of lips still angled toward their ear."

That's when they also realize that the press of lips to skin isn't the only thing they hear. The prettiest sighs and quiet moans float into their space.

Oh. My. God.

The thought rings through their head like an alarm. The two men aren't making out—no, Johnny is giving Ghost a hickey. Ghost really likes hickeys.

Y/N's brows furrow, and a frown pulls at their lips. They wanted to play, too; this wasn't fair. They hadn't been bad, they were good, they had to be good—needed to be good. Their skin prickled in warning, and their tummy turned uncomfortably as though they had just fallen three stories. The sweet noises had stopped. Ghost had leaned away from their head and moved to stand next to Johnny, who was a couple of feet from the foot of the bed. The subtle shuffle of footsteps sounded against the hardwood floor before the room fell silent again. Both men had their arms folded across their chests.

"Center."

No. No, no, no.

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With a gasp, they wake, chest heaving with deep, uneven breaths and a hand pressed over their heart. Y/N had sweat through their nightgown (oversized t-shirt); feeling clammy and uneasy, they tossed the covers back and padded the short distance to their bathroom, flicking on the light. They look awful—splotchy cheeks and tear stains reflected in the mirror. Tears pool in their eyes, and an ugly, broken sob racks through them. They had been doing so good. They were being so good. It had been months since they had thought about that since they had a nightmare. They suck shaky gasps of air into their lungs, trying to calm down the rough hiccups that catch in their throat.

A quiet little meow forced their gaze to break away from the mirror and down at their feet. A concerned Butter Bean looked up at Y/N, watching closely as though he was trying to gauge their mental status.

"Hi honey," they smile, though their voice quivers and their bottom lip still has a slight wobble. "It's okay, I'm okay, baby. You don't need to worry about me." They fight the second wave of tears that threaten to fall off, leaving them with glassy eyes and red nose. They lean over and scoop their fella into their arms and sigh. Their eyes fall closed. And I thought I was emotionally deceased? Right now, it feels like they have a lot of emotions, very confusing ones. It makes it hard to remember why they wanted to feel again in the first place.

"Let's get a midnight snack." They murmur, walking out the door and flicking off the bathroom light before walking to the fridge. The two of them stand in the refrigerator glow, eyeing the various food available to them before Y/N decides that the can of Ready Whip! looks really appetizing. They set their handsome man onto the counter and squirt a tiny mountain of whipped topping in front of him. Y/N then tilts their head back and squirts enough cream into their mouth to make their cheeks puff out. The two of them finish their treat in silence.

When they flip the light on in their room and see the mess that is their bed, they decide to start fresh. Y/N strips the blankets and sheets off the mattress and throws them into a big pile on their rug-covered floor. They walk to the small closet in the hallway where "The Mary Poppins Closet" hides. Y/N thought the name was fitting; it holds all their extra linens, toilet paper, towels, rags, bandaids, Tylenol, extra toothpaste, and mouthwash; there is even an extra umbrella tucked away on the last shelf. They head back to their bed with their arms full of sheets, pillowcases, and a "new" throw blanket.

Y/N is quick to make their bed, and Butter Bean has learned that in times like these, he should wait until they finish the bed before getting cozy. So, he waits in the open doorway of their room and watches contently, waiting for permission to jump up. Within no time, the two of them are tucked under the covers of a freshly made bed and turning on yet another random movie from their list of "I'll watch you someday" movies while mindlessly petting the top of their kitty's head.

It didn't take long for their eyes to go droopy and their breathing to even out. For the first half hour, they try to fight it-- not wanting to chance waking up like that again. But, although today went well, it was incredibly stressful, and although Y/N wouldn't want to admit it, the day was acting up to them. Soon enough, they didn't have the energy to open their eyes and finally let the low rumble of people talking on the TV lull them back to sleep.

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i hope you guys like this one xx it’s not what i planned for at all, but once it hit me i couldn’t forget it lol <3