#prompt 886

[max-the-many]

Finally finished the first 10. Really sorry for those who are waiting. Life is weired at the moment.

Hope I can continue soon. Excited to read your takes on it!

So are you in?

[ruebossanova]

hiiii um, this is not exactly a request from your prompt list, more like an idea i got while reading one of your works so, Billie worked up reader a lot and brought r to the edge, but didnt let r come. she keeps teasing and going, and reader comes without permission Billie "gets mad" and says something like "oh so you wanna come? dont worry, ill make you cum" and then overstimulates reader a lot 

maybe reader uses their safe word (or not. i'll let you decided how far you take it)

love your works and love youuu <3

thanksss. and could you maybe add me to your tag list?

oh, so you wanna cum? - billie eilish

hard dom!billie x sub!reader

word count: 886

warnings: smut, dirty talk, overstimulation, bondage

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your wrists are tied to the headboard—not tight, but enough to keep you still. your thighs are spread, trembling, soaked. and billie is between them, smirking like she has nowhere to be but here, ruining you.

her fingers drag slow circles over your clit, never stopping, never fast enough.

“look at you,” she murmurs, watching your hips jerk. “such a needy little thing.”

you let out a whimper, already breathless. “billie, please—”

her eyes snap to yours. “what did i say about begging, sweetheart?”

you bite your lip hard.

she shakes her head slowly. “you know the rules. i say when you cum. not you.”

you nod, barely able to breathe.

her fingers speed up just enough to make you cry out.

“mm. that close again, huh?”

“y-yeah—fuck—i’m gonna—”

she pulls her hand away.

you scream. again.

she smiles.

“god, you’re fuckin’ adorable when you’re desperate.”

you squirm, wrists pulling at the restraints. your thighs clench uselessly around the air where her hand used to be.

“you wanna cum so bad, baby?”

“yes—please—i need it—”

“i know you do,” she purrs, leaning in to kiss your knee. “but i don’t give you things just ‘cause you beg for them.”

her hand returns, fingers slow again, teasing your entrance, dragging slick circles until your hips are arching off the bed.

your voice shakes.

“billie—i swear—i can’t take it—”

she grins.

“oh, i think you can.”

you’re too far gone.

her fingers are relentless now—slipping inside you, curling just right, her thumb pressing into your clit in tight, perfect circles. you feel it coming hard, rising fast, white-hot and wild.

“billie—please—fuck—i can’t—”

“don’t you fuckin’ cum,” she growls, eyes locked on yours. “not until i say.”

but it’s too much. too fast.

your back arches off the bed.

you scream as you cum—body jerking, thighs clenching, wrists pulling at the restraints.

for a second, there’s silence.

then her hand leaves you.

you’re panting, trembling, vision blurred.

when you finally look at her—her expression is dark. cold. something dangerous curling behind her eyes.

“oh,” she says, voice soft but sharp, “so you wanna cum?”

you swallow, instantly regretful.

“billie—i didn’t mean—”

she cuts you off.

“no, no, baby. don’t worry.” she climbs over you, one hand gripping your jaw. “if you wanna cum so bad?”

she leans in.

“i’ll make you.”

her hand dives between your legs again—no buildup this time, just direct pressure, fast and rough on your clit.

you cry out instantly, already too sensitive.

“that’s it,” she snarls. “you like being a bad girl, huh? think you can cum without permission? i’ll make sure you fuckin’ regret that.”

her fingers move faster.

you squirm, gasping, already overwhelmed.

“billie—please—it’s too much—”

“shut up, princess. you earned this.”

you’re already sobbing.

not from pain—but from everything. your body’s lit up, nerves screaming, heat rippling through you with no place to go.

billie’s hand doesn’t let up. her fingers rub hard and fast, and your thighs tremble violently.

“look at you,” she growls. “cryin’ from a fuckin’ orgasm.”

you whimper. “billie—i can’t—i can’t—”

her free hand grabs your throat, gently but firm.

“yes, you can. you will.”

your second orgasm hits too fast, no warning, just a shattering pulse that rips through you and leaves you gasping.

but she doesn’t stop.

“that’s two,” she says flatly. “hope you’re keepin’ count, angel.”

you sob again, writhing.

“fuck—please—i’m sorry—”

“no, baby,” she breathes, biting your ear, her voice softer now, more dangerous. “you wanted this, remember?”

her tone dips low, mocking:

‘please, billie, i need to cum’.

she laughs darkly. “well now you’re gonna cum. again. and again. and again.”

her fingers go harder.

you scream.

your body bucks. you try to twist away, but the restraints keep you in place. your head thrashes side to side, tears streaking your cheeks.

your third orgasm slams into you like a truck. your whole body clenches, then collapses.

“that’s three,” she whispers. “you done yet, mama?”

you sob, nodding frantically.

but her hand keeps moving.

“wrong answer.”

you can’t see straight.

your vision’s blurred, your mouth can’t form words anymore—just sobs, gasps, broken little moans that barely sound like you. your legs twitch with every movement of her hand.

and still, billie keeps going.

“look at me,” she pants, face close, voice ragged and hungry. “look at me while you fuckin’ cum again.”

you force your eyes open, tears streaming, breath stuttering.

“that’s it,” she breathes. “there’s my good girl.”

your fourth orgasm builds fast—violent. your body locks up, muscles clenching so tight it hurts. you cry out, raw and wrecked.

“cum for me.”

you scream her name.

and your body just gives out.

your hips collapse. your arms go slack in the restraints. your chest heaves like you’ve been running for miles.

she finally stops.

but only for a second.

she unclips your wrists gently, rubbing at your arms, pulling you close.

you sob into her neck, shaking like a leaf.

“shhh,” she whispers, kissing your temple. “i got you. you’re okay, baby.”

you cling to her, breath catching with every aftershock.

“you did so good, mama. so fuckin’ good for me. i’m so proud of you.”

you nod weakly, unable to speak.

she wraps you up in the blanket, rocking you gently.

“my perfect girl,” she murmurs. “i’ve got you now.”

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tags; @bxllxebxtch @st0nerlesb0 @dousleepanymore @mxmsuki @billiescation @angellvk @bilswifee @ilomilobabyy

[oaksgrove]

ok, but imagine that John is the first one reader call for help. Like he is such husband material and if anything goes wrong in their house she is calling him

Husband Price is such a delight to write! thank you for the prompt I wrote a little drabble hope you like it! reminder that my dm's are always open! <3

pairing: Jonh Price x Reader

summary: The phone felt heavy in your hand, your heart racing as you debated whether to call. It wasn’t the first time you’d thought about dialing his number, but this wasn’t a casual check-in or a playful banter over who was buying dinner. This was different.

Warnings: Mild panic, mention of fire (resolved), lots of fluff.

word count: 886

A sharp, acrid smell filled your nose, and you winced, glancing at the mess in the kitchen. Smoke billowed from the pan on the stove, and the smoke alarm was already screeching its protest. The fire wasn’t massive—not yet—but the way the flames licked at the edges of the pan made your chest tighten. You’d tried to be careful, you really had, but one misstep with the oil and it had flared up faster than you could react.

John had shown you how to handle these things before—his patient voice guiding you through safety tips you’d never imagined needing. And yet, here you were. You grabbed the phone, dialing without another thought.

The line barely rang once before his voice came through, steady and calm. “Love? Everything alright?”

“John,” you gasped, your voice trembling. “It’s the stove—it caught fire, and I don’t know—”

“Calm down,” he interrupted, his voice instantly grounding. “Are you hurt? Are the flames spreading?”

“No—no, it’s just the pan. I tried to—”

“Alright, listen to me carefully.” His voice was like a balm to the rising panic in your chest. “Turn off the stove if you can. Don’t touch the pan—just let it sit. Do you have a lid?”

“Yes.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but you were already moving.

“Good. Carefully cover the pan. Slowly, love. Don’t rush it.”

You followed his instructions, your hands shaking but steady enough to place the lid on the pan. The flames smothered almost immediately, leaving behind nothing but smoke and your pounding heartbeat.

“It’s out,” you breathed into the phone, relief washing over you in a wave. “The fire’s out.”

“Good girl,” he said softly, the praise easing the knot in your chest. “Open a window, let the smoke clear. I’m on my way.”

“You don’t have to—”

“Of course I do,” he cut in firmly. “Stay put. I’ll be there in ten.”

True to his word, it wasn’t long before the familiar rumble of his car pulled up outside. You hadn’t realized how much tension you were holding until you saw him step through the door, his eyes scanning you first before moving to the kitchen.

“Everything alright?” he asked, crossing the room in a few strides to pull you into his arms. His hands were warm, steady, a stark contrast to the way you were still trembling.

“Yeah,” you mumbled into his chest, feeling a little foolish now that it was over. “I just… I panicked.”

He pulled back to look at you, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “Love, you did the right thing calling me. I’d rather be here for something small than miss something big, yeah?”

You nodded, a weak smile tugging at your lips. “I was just trying to make dinner.”

He chuckled, glancing at the blackened pan on the stove. “Can’t say I don’t appreciate the effort, but let’s order in tonight.”

You laughed despite yourself, the sound easing the last bit of tension lingering in the air. As he led you to the couch, insisting you sit while he tidied up, you couldn’t help but feel grateful—not just for his quick response, but for the way he made you feel safe, no matter how big or small the situation.

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | mutual masturbation

pairing | best friend!ransom drysdale x reader

warnings | very innocent!reader, bordering on little!reader. soft!ran <333 specifically soft for reader. ddlg undertones tbh (no use of the word daddy but ran is daddy af and also tells reader to "be a big girl" multiple times.) reader is having orgasm troubles/anxiety. mutual masturbation (clit rubbing, jerking off through pants.) subtle humiliation vibes (not verbalized.) praise and encouragement. delayed orgasm. he steps in and helps/finishes her off. he also comes in his pants lol. they come together! :D

word count | 886

it all starts when he overhears you on the phone with your friend, admitting you’ve never been able to make yourself come 😭

it somehow leads to him laying you out on your bed, tugging playfully at your jean shorts. “c’mon, baby. i promise, i wont make it weird. i just wanna help you”

and he’s your beeeest friend, your very best friend in the whole wide world, and you know he’s got plenty of experience and knowledge when it comes to this sort of thing, so you try to swallow down your humiliation and go along with it

he kneels attentively in front of you as you rest back against your pillows, shyly pulling off your bottoms. he chuckles sympathetically at your cute little pastel panties with your favorite cartoon characters on them. if it were any other girl, he'd probably make fun of them, but you've always been a sweet innocent baby in his eyes so he can't help but find it endearing 💕💕

"c'mon, cutie. don't be shy, it's just me" you try to remember that he's right; it's just your ran, your safe, wonderful ran, who you've known your whole life

you squeeze your knees together as you pull off your panties. ransom's surprisingly patient with you, "let me see, silly. can you show me how you've been doing it? i can't help unless i know what the problem is"

it takes a bit more coaxing before your knees finally fall to either side of you, revealing your perfect little petals which instantly have ran giving you the biggest heart eyes 🥺💖 "oh baby, you're so pretty down there. aww, are you a little wet, sweetheart? it's okay, don't be embarrassed" as you're squirming softly in front of him

your hands are so clumsy as you try to figure out where to even begin. he's right: you're wet (though you swear this isn't turning you on!!!) your fingers fumble around as you lamely begin poking and prodding at your leaky hole

ran raises an eyebrow at you, not sure whether or not you're playing dumb or just really this clueless. "that's it?" he asks in disbelief, clearly not impressed. you sigh, trying not to hide your face in your hands from embarrassment. "what about your clit?" noticing how you immediately grow more squirmy at his question, he calls your bluff- "come on, y/n. be a big girl and show me" 🥲🥲

you finally bring one hand up to begin rubbing carefully over your little button. you fail to hold in a soft gasp at the sudden rush of pleasure, earning a smile from the man sitting in front of you. "there you go. keep going, princess," he encourages you

as the warm, fuzzy feelings grow, you find the courage to spread yourself out a little with your other hand, giving you better access to your swelling bundle of nerves. ran's grin grows as he watches it growing and pulsating beneath your rubs

"shit, sweetheart. so fucking cute when you play with yourself like that," he curses softly, bringing one of his own hands down to begin palming himself through his pants. seeing him getting worked up by you only turns you on more. you don't even notice when your juices begin leaking down onto your bedsheets 🥲

you become more vocal, holding back fewer of your sweet little moans and whimpers. the noises you're making are clearly driving ran crazy, his pace over his impressive bulge quickening as his face flushes red. "fuck, just like that. keep rubbing that pretty little button for me, baby. look at you, you're fucking soaked"

your fingers grow faster over your throbbing clit, your breaths becoming more labored as you feel pressure beginning to build in your tummy. as soon as you recognize what's about to happen, a familiar sense of doubt hits you as your motions begin to falter. "r-ran," you choke out, big eyes looking up at him for help.

he's immediately leaning down with a worried look on his face, quickly recognizing the problem. "no, no baby, it's okay," he tries to cheer you on, "just keep going, you're almost there"

"can't do it," you frown as your poor clit twitches helplessly after being abandoned so abruptly

"yeah you can, come on. let me help," you can't even think to speak up or stop him before he's reaching down, using his own fingers to resume the stimulation. for whatever reason, you lay back and take it. "spread yourself open for me, sweetheart. just like you did before, there," he hums in approval as your hands fumble to do as he instructed. he keeps his pace steady over your hardened nub, watching as you quickly near the edge once more

"now come on, baby. be a big girl and come for me," with him towering over you, one hand gripping himself shamelessly through his pants while the other works your burning button just right, he's able to coax an orgasm out of you with just a simple command

"there it is, that's my girl," he's beaming proudly as you're finally given your release. the sight of you losing control under his simple touch and order is too much for him to handle; he comes right there in his jeans with a loud groan 😌

[norrisleclercf1]

Day 19 of 25 Days of Christmas: First Snow

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 886

The season's first snowfall has a magical way of transforming the world around you. As you look out the window, the gentle flurry of white blankets the landscape in a soft hush, muffling the usual sounds of the Netherlands. This moment marks a new chapter for you and Max, filled with warmth and intimacy as you cozy up inside your snug apartment.

The day started chilly, prompting you to wear thick socks and wrap yourself in a soft wool sweater. Max, ever the practical one, has already laid a fire in the fireplace, the flickering flames casting a warm glow that dances across the room. The scent of burning wood fills the air, mixing with hints of cinnamon and nutmeg from the baking you did earlier. It's the perfect setting for a day spent together.

As you stand in the kitchen, you can feel excitement. You rummage through the cabinets, pulling out everything needed for a hearty winter stew. Chopping vegetables becomes a dance of laughter and playful teasing. Max slides behind you, planting gentle kisses on your neck as you stir the pot, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down your spine. You tease him about his culinary skills, but secretly, you love watching him become a part of the ritual.

The snow falls softly outside, creating a serene backdrop to your afternoon. You glance out the window and see the world blanketed in white, a perfect canvas for new memories. The streets are quieter than usual, with the occasional burst of laughter from children outside, bundled up, making snowmen, or having snowball fights. The sight fills you with nostalgia, a reminder of your childhood winters.

With the stew simmering away, you decide it's time for a movie marathon. You both snuggle up on the couch, wrapped in a fluffy blanket that feels like a cloud. The light from the fire flickers warmth around you, and you can't help but feel grateful for this moment. Max picks the first classic holiday film that never fails to make you both chuckle. As the opening credits roll, you settle back into the cushions, feeling the world's weight melt away.

Every so often, you sneak glances at Max, who is completely engrossed in the film. The way his eyes light up during the funny parts makes you smile. Sometimes, you can't resist leaning over to rest your head on his shoulder, feeling his arm wrap around you. In these moments, the outside world fades, and all that exists are the two of you, enveloped in each other's warmth.

Between movies, you both take breaks to check on the stew, the savory aroma wafting through the apartment. Max humors you while you sneak sips of wine, your giggles echoing in the cozy space. The kitchen becomes a playground for shared laughter and affectionate banter, and you can't help but steal kisses when he isn't looking. The comfort of your relationship feels like the perfect pairing with the chilly weather outside.

As the afternoon sun dips, casting a golden glow through the windows, you finally sit to enjoy the stew you've both created. The flavors are rich and filling, and the warmth of the food enhances the cozy atmosphere. You chat about everything and nothing, weaving stories and dreams for the future. Max talks about his ideas for next summer while you share your thoughts about possible winter escapades. The conversations flow easily, and the connection between you deepens with every shared smile.

With the snow continuing to fall outside, the ambiance shifts subtly as it turns to evening. The lamp's soft glow adds a touch of romance to the room. You offer to pick the next movie, and Max nods, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. You choose a cozy romance that pairs perfectly with the snow outside and the warmth within.

You both settle back into your comfortable positions, and the film plays on. As the story unfolds, you can feel Max's fingers intertwining with yours, creating a sense of calm and security. You lean closer, your head resting on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothing you. The world outside is a winter wonderland, but it feels like your little bubble of warmth and happiness here.

Toward the end of the evening, the credits roll, and you find yourselves reluctant to leave this cozy haven. You can hear the soft patter of snow against the window and imagine the world outside wholly transformed. It's a beautiful sight, but what indeed envelops you both is the warmth of each other's presence.

As you clean up the remnants of your cozy feast, Max pulls you close and spins you around playfully, laughter and love echoing through the room. You both take a moment to look out the window at the sparkling snow and find yourself smiling at how beautiful everything is—both outside and in the warmth of your shared space.

With the night drawing in, you both finally venture to bed, feeling tired yet content. Wrapped up in blankets, you know this day will remain etched in your memory—a day when the snow fell softly outside, but inside, it was all about warmth, love, and connection. You fall asleep to the gentle sound of the winter wind, thankful for Max and the cozy life you share together.

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts #886

Wally has some trouble figuring out why he’s been slower than normal. He thinks there’s a new speedster somewhere but it doesn’t feel like a new speedster. It feels more like a parasite. But a symbiotic one, that both benefits the speedforce and itself. He’s much more refreshed every day he wakes up and feels a strange sense of purpose now. He didn’t expect that parasite to be the mentee of the physical embodiment of time.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 24 - Dealer

@jegulus-microfic July 24, Word count 886

Previous part First part

James walked up to the main door of the fancy-looking flats. It was an old town house that had been converted into separate contained units. Regulus had invited him over last night after they'd said goodnight. They'd met up every day since they'd met, and James was loving every second of it. He rang the bell labelled Rosier. The intercom crackled to life. 

“Yeah?” A voice grunted on the other end. 

“Er, hi, my name is James and —”

“We’re not interested,” The voice cut him off. James pressed the button again. 

“Hi, sorry, I’m—” James tried again. 

“Look mate, we’re not interested, so fuck off!” The man shouted down the line. 

“Barty, what are you doing?” A softer voice spoke. “Hello?” The voice said to James. 

“Hi, is Regulus there?” He asked quickly before he was interrupted. 

“Oh, are you the new beau? Come on up, I’ll buzz you in,” The line clicked off and an unpleasant buzzing sounded until James opened the door. He walked up to the top floor and knocked gently on the door. 

The door flew open to reveal two twenty-something young men, shoving each other to get a better look at him. 

“Oooooo, he wasn’t lying. He’s fit as fuck,” Barty leered, his eyes running up and down James. 

“So handsome and those muscles. Nom,” The other man bit his lip as he looked James over. “Come on in,” The man waved him in. 

“Thanks,” He walked into the flat. It was spacious and stylishly decorated. “James,” He said to the pair and offered his hand. 

“I’m Evan and this miscreant is Barty. Welcome to our flat. Regulus is on his way and Pandora is right through here. Evan led James into the living room where a waif of a girl was sitting on the sofa with her feet curled underneath her. She turned her head when they entered the room and her long, almost white blond hair swirled around her. 

“Is this him?” She asked, jumping lightly to her feet. 

“Yep, this is him,” Evan replied. Pandora approached James and grasped his face with her tiny hands before closing her eyes. James was shocked, but as the other two didn’t react, he decided to go with it. 

“You have a beautiful aura, James.” She told him, releasing his face. 

“Erm, thanks,” He didn’t know what to make of that. Just then, the front door opened and Regulus entered the flat. 

“Is James here yet?” Regulus called through as the sound of carrier bags rustled past. 

“Yes, he's here. Your lover boy is getting the Pandora treatment,” Evan shouted back. 

“Merde. Sorry James, I’ll be right there.” Regulus hurried into the living room and went straight to James’s side, giving him a slightly awkward one-armed hug. 

“Oh, come on, you can do better than that,” Evan teased. Not one to back down from a challenge, James wrapped his arm around Regulus’s back and dipped him as he stole a kiss. Regulus was flushing violently when James set him back upright. They'd shared a goodnight kiss the night before so James hadn't felt bad for the surprise swoop. 

“Wooooooooo!” Evan and Barty chorused. 

“Shut up,” Regulus grumbled at them. “Let’s go make dinner,”

Everyone pitched in and dinner took no time at all to put together. They sat down at the tiny table with pasta in homemade tomato sauce and garlic bread. James’s mouth was watering. 

Barty pulled a lemon drizzle cake out of the fridge for pudding, that he’d baked that morning. By the time they’d finished, James was full to bursting and all he wanted to do was lie down and sleep. 

“Shall we play a game?” Barty asked innocently as they tidied away the dinner things.

“Ooooo, yes let’s,” Pandora danced across the kitchen and opened one of the drawers and took out a deck of cards, then she opened a cupboard and took out a bottle of Vodka. 

James followed the others into the living room and joined them on the floor, sitting in a circle. Pandora threw the deck of cards to Barty and helped Evan pour out shots and place them in front of everyone. 

“I’m banned from dealing, they say I cheat, but they're just sore losers,” Regulus confessed to James to a round of boos from the circle as Barty began to deal out the cards. “And Pandora gets a feel for the cards if she’s the dealer, so she is also banned.” 

"Too, right, Panda wins every time if she gets anywhere near the deck." Evan huffed as he neatened the pile of cards before him. 

“So, what are we playing?” James asked when he was given a small stack of cards. 

“Drunk Snap,” Regulus said and began to explain the rules of the game. “You play snap normally, whoever hits the deck first when the cards match and shouts snap wins the round, but that's where the drunk comes in. All the losers have to do a shot. It’s pretty simple.”

“Wait, how do you cheat at Snap?” James asked. The rules of Snap were pretty simple, and it was so fast-paced there usually wasn’t time to create strategies.

“Exactly,” Regulus said, looking at Evan and Barty in particular.

“Are we ready?” Pandora asked, flipping over the starter card, and they began.

Next part

[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 7: The Moment That Mattered Most

Prompt: "Follow me if you want to live"

Remember that scene in "Essence" when Mulder pushes Scully toward Krycek so he can protect her? Yeah, that does not happen here. Rating: T, wc: 886.

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

"No." The single word out of Scully's mouth was quiet, but her actions were louder anyway. She stared at Mulder, whose face began to disappear between the elevator doors, but she put her arm between them, forcing them to open up again.

"What are you doing?" Mulder grumbled, pushing buttons.

"I'm not doing this, Mulder."

"We don't have time for chit-chat," Krycek barked, grabbing Scully's arm. "Follow me, if you want to live." There was no need to be so dramatic; she knew what was at stake.

Her baby.

With a hand on her protruding stomach, she glanced at Mulder. Many years ago, long before this baby, and even before their first kiss, he had said that she'd saved him. That even if he wanted to do - and he didn't want to - he didn't know if he could fight this fight without her. They hadn't quit then, and she wouldn't quit now.

"I'm not leaving without you," she said to Mulder. "I'm not having this baby without you."

"Scully," he said, half pleading.

"I can't do this alone." Months ago she had thought she'd have to all of this on her own, with only his memory as her companion. Now, she wouldn't accept it. He was there and he’d promised to be by her side. She reached out to him, needing him to understand.

"You two are insufferable." Krycek ran a hand over his face before he regarded them with narrow, determined eyes. "Okay, fuck it. Get her out of here, Mulder. I know how to handle Billy Miles. I'll do it."

"You'll help us." Scully had rejoined Mulder in the elevator.

"Congrats, you two, by the way," Krycek said with a smirk, gesturing at Scully's stomach. "Now go and make sure your kid isn't born in an elevator and snatched by a super soldier. Go!"

And this is how it went. The elevator door closed and Mulder took Scully's hand. They heard it all go down, but they were safe. Guarded by their friends – and at least one foe – they made it out of the building without a scratch, or without anyone following them. A few days later, Mulder once again took Scully’s hand while he whispered words of encouragement and love into her ear until she held their red-faced, squishy miracle in their arms.

"And that, baby William, is the story of your life so far," Mulder whispers the words – and the end of his story - against the warm, soft skin of his newborn son. Holding the feather-light baby in his arms, he glances over at Scully in her hospital bed and is overwhelmed by the love he feels.

"Here's my first piece of advice to you," he murmurs as the baby sniffles in sleep, "your mom is always right. The story just proved that, didn’t it? She has the best ideas and just between us, baby William, she’s stubborn as a mule."

"Why do you keep calling him baby William?" Mulder lifts his eyes and sees that Scully is awake, smiling at them and ignoring that he just compared her to a mule.

"Because," Mulder says, transferring the infant back into her arms, "there are so many Williams in our family already."

"We can still change his name," Scully says, tracing William's features. "We can call him Fox Jr."

"Will." Mulder crouches down and talks to his son. "I take it all back. Your mom doesn't always have the best ideas."

"So we're sticking with William?" One hand on the baby, she uses the other one to touch Mulder's hair, softly ruffling it.

"It fits him," Mulder says, observing the boy. "I like it. William Scully III."

"No. William Scully-Mulder the First." Mulder just stares at her, wondering if he should ask her to marry him. He's had the ring for a while. A long while. He wants to make it official. It's him, Scully, and William against the world. Super soldiers, monsters, and anyone who wants to cause them harm will have to go through him.

"You were right," he says.

"I already like where this is going."

"To pull me back from fighting Billy Miles. All I could think about was protecting you. I thought... I thought fighting him was the best way to do that. I was wrong."

"Your heart was in the right place," Scully assures him. "I just couldn't let them win this one. I wanted you here with me. I knew you'd protect us, no matter what."

And he didn't have to because Skinner, Krycek, and Doggett handled it all. William might have been born in the middle of nowhere, but at least it was in a hospital. No one had come here. No one had threatened them. For now, they were free.

Scully's eyelids start to droop. Having read all the books in the little time he had, he knows that Scully should sleep whenever the baby is sleeping.

"Let me take baby William," he says softly, lifting the sleeping infant from Scully's arms. “I’ll wake you when he gets hungry.”

"Thank you, Mulder," Scully mumbles, already half asleep.

"I'll keep watch," he promises Scully, kissing William's forehead. Tomorrow, they will step back into the real world. They will go home and build a life together. “Tonight, tomorrow,” he promises his son, “and every day after.”

[blackstargazer]

Prompt: Aquilegia Vulgaris (Columbine Flower) | @moonkillermicrofic | WC: 886

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Remus hated the morgue. The harsh white lights forced their way through his eyes, burning and swelling his brain which pounded against tender organs and the frigid stale air pierced through his sweater irritating his skin.

The inspector avoided the basement whenever possible, often urging Regulus to meet him above, but the coroner had insisted he come down to witness with his own eyes the latest victim.

“Would it kill you to turn the heat up?” Remus shivered as he walked toward the corpse.

“Do you want your evidence preserved?” Regulus asked, not bothering to look up from the body—fixed on the spot that vexed him.

“What have you got for me?” Remus asked, ignoring the question they both knew the answer to.

“You’re sure this is The Butcher’s work?”

Remus frowned, tilting his head. All evidence pointed to the serial killer, down to the note left behind.

“Fairly certain,” Remus said, “What makes you think it’s not?”

Waving the inspector closer, Remus closed the distance. Regulus had covered the—well, butchered face, an unusual area of assault but then again, his villain was never consistent with where he sliced his victims. A white linen cloth was draped over the head, leaving only the neck and below visible.

“You see these marks here?” Regulus pointed to the purple and blue columbine petals around the swollen neck of the man, “These were caused by someone wrapping their hands around his neck.”

Regulus demonstrated, careful not to actually touch the man.

“And this right here—,” Regulus continued, pointing to the caving chest, “Crushed sternum. Likely, the murderer applied pressure with his knee, as he choked him to death.”

“So he cut up his face and then cho—” Remus stopped abruptly as Regulus began to shake his head, jostling the tight black curls across his pale cheeks.

“No, those wounds were created post-mortem.” Regulus illuminated, “This man was choked to death, then mutilated.”

“You think it’s someone trying to shove the blame? Make it look like our guy?”

“That—or,” Regulus breathed scanning over the body, “Your killer fucked up. This was personal. Regardless of who the killer was—it was very personal.”

Remus hummed. His killer didn’t fuck up. He was precise. Detail oriented. Leaving little evidence and nothing that could be traced back to him specifically. Still—few knew about the notes left for Remus, something he had to bribe Barty from keeping out of the paper the night of the rave and despite being a hack, he knew the importance of keeping this detail undisclosed.

With fresh eyes, Remus observed the victim. Last he had seen him, most of the features had been soaked in blood leaving little to witness and there was something nagging in the back of his mind as he took the man in.

“Any clue to who they are, yet?” Remus asked.

“Fingerprints came back negative so they don’t have a record and with their face—well, it’s harder to tell, but we’ll crack it. I’m working with Rosier on identification.” Regulus informed, “He does have a tattoo so Rosier is looking into local shops that the victim might have gotten it from.”

“Where?” Remus asked.

“The tattoo?” Regulus asked, “It’s on his back. Here put these on and help me roll him over.”

Regulus handed Remus a pair of gloves, which Remus dutifully placed on his hands before pushing as Regulus pulled.

The laytex fingers of the glove passed over the bruised image as Remus recalled where and when he seen it before.

“What the fuck is that?” Remus had asked laughing at the ridiculous image etched onto the glistening shoulder blade of the man he had met in the pub only hours ago.

“What is what?” Barry —no, Benji asked as he craned his neck as if he could see the tattoo from the awkward angle.

“This fucking duck,” Remus chuckled.

“What duck?”

Remus rubbed his thumb over the duck in question, bright yellow, mid waddle with cowboy boots adorn on both webbed feet and a cowboy hat nestled on its head.

“Oh! Yeah—I got that when I was drunk with a mate of mine. Honestly I keep forgetting it’s even there.” The man explained, neck blushing with embarrassment.

Bile bubbled up from his stomach as he quickly let go of the man, and Regulus, at the unexpected shift, stumbled over—leaning against the naked corpse.

“What the fuck, Lupin?” Regulus growled, righting himself.

“Benji.” Remus whispered, “His name is—was Benji.”

Regulus flickered calculating gray eyes between the inspector and the corpse before settling on Remus, “You knew him?”

Remus nodded sharply, “Met him at the pub.”

“You fucked him.” Regulus guessed correctly, “When?”

“Friday,” Remus croaked.

Regulus moved about the room in a blur, searching for his notes on the silver clipboard flipping through them before lifting his gaze back up at Remus, “Did he spend the night?”

Remus shook his head, “No, he left sometime after midnight. Wanted to grab another drink at the pub before it closed.”

“He died Saturday morning. Sometime between 2AM and 3AM.” Regulus informed.

A shaky hand made its way into dark blonde locks, tugging them as he muttered, “Fuck.”

“The note,” Regulus asked, “what did the note say?”

Remus pulled his gaze away from the linen covering the face of his deceased one night lover and balked at Regulus as he recalled the cryptic message.

I don’t share, darling.

Yours,

The Birmingham Butcher

[nekoannie-chan]

Unexpected

Title: Unexpected.

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Reader.

Word count: 886 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: Trying something new.

Major Tags: Implicit smut.

Additional tags: This is my entry for the @stellar-solar-flare Stella's Starry Winter Sky with the prompts:  

Scenarios/tropes: Exploring something new in bed together.

Quotes: “We shouldn’t.”

Links: Wattpad, Ao3, Spanish version.

@saiyanprincessswanie

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It was a quiet afternoon in the apartment you shared with Steve. Your hands were shaking with nervousness; you were holding a book in your hands. You had been thinking about this a lot. You wanted to try something new with him, something that would add a different twist, but you weren't sure how he would take it.

You took a deep breath and walked toward him. Steve looked up as he heard you approach.

“Everything okay? “He asked when he noticed the way you were clutching the book to your chest.

“Yeah, sure. I just... wanted to show you something,” you said, sitting down next to him.

You held the book out to him, with the pages already marked where you wanted to start. As Steve took the book and began to read, his expression slowly changed from curiosity to mild confusion; he didn't understand why you were showing him that.

“Is this... for us? “he asked, looking at one of the explanatory drawings.

You nodded, feeling a little embarrassed by his surprised tone.

“Yes. I thought it would be interesting to try something new.

Steve looked at the page again. He read the explanation that was there, completely and explicitly. He frowned and then looked at you again.

“Do you want to do this? “he said, pointing to the drawing.

“Yes, but it's not as complicated as it looks. It's just... a little different. I promise it'll be fun.”

“Are you sure it's not because you're bored or... not satisfied? “he asked.

You quickly denied it, taking his hand to reassure him.

“Of course not, Steve. I'm happy with you. This has nothing to do with that. It's just something I think we can experience.”

Steve sighed and looked at the book again, this time with a more serious expression. He turned the pages slowly, stopping at another illustration that seemed to confuse him even more.

“I don't understand,” he said, pointing to the page.

You smiled, unable to contain a small laugh at his frustration.

“Let me explain,” you said, picking up the book and moving closer to him.

Natasha was sitting at the table, and Bucky was leaning against the wall, with his arms crossed, having an intense conversation.

“It's obvious,” said Natasha, rolling her eyes. ”The two of them are completely in love, but neither dares to admit it.

“I don't know, Romanoff,” Bucky replied, arching an eyebrow. Steve may be many things, but he's not blind. If he hasn't realized his own feelings, then maybe....

“Maybe he needs a push,” Natasha interrupted.

“A push? “asked Bucky, suspicious. “What kind of push are we talking about here? Because if you're thinking of manipulating something?”

“No manipulation, just a little strategic help. If we wait for them to figure it out on their own, it could take years.

“And what's your bright idea? “Bucky finally asked.

“Easy. We need a situation where they have no choice but to face what they feel. Something that takes them out of their comfort zone.

“Like locking them in a room until they admit it,” Bucky muttered, half joking.

“Too obvious,” Natasha said, shaking her head. But something along those lines. Maybe... a special training together, where they need to work as a team more than usual. Something that creates tension and, you know, sparks.

“That sounds too elaborate. Why don't we tell them? We shouldn’t.”

“Because it wouldn't work. Steve's as stubborn as you are, and she wouldn't want to ruin the friendship they have. Trust me, this needs subtlety.

Bucky rolled his eyes but finally sighed.

“All right, Romanoff. Let's do it your way. But if this goes wrong, it's all your fault.

“When has anything ever gone wrong for me? “Natasha answered.

“Do you want the list in alphabetical or chronological order?

Later, you were on top of Steve, his hands holding your hips as you kissed.

You were so engrossed in your own world that you didn't hear the footsteps approaching down the apartment hallway or the sound of the door slamming open. Natasha and Bucky walked in without knocking, both ready to implement their master plan to get each other to confess their feelings. But what they saw left them frozen in the doorway.

“Well, I guess they didn't need our help after all,” Bucky finally said, breaking the silence with a smirk.

You both broke apart suddenly, as if someone had poured cold water over you. Steve helped you cover up as he too sat up, his face completely red. Natasha crossed her arms, trying to contain her laughter as she watched Steve avoid her gaze.

“Really, Rogers? “All this tension, and you guys were already in on it?

“We weren't! “Steve tried to explain, stumbling over his words. I mean, it's not what it looks like.

Bucky let out a laugh.

“Steve, we were literally coming up with a plan to get you to confess how you felt. But it looks like you've already figured it out.

“Well, now that you know... could you give us a little privacy?

Natasha smiled and raised her hands in surrender.

“It's okay, it's okay.

As the door closed, you turned to Steve, who was rubbing the back of his neck, thoroughly embarrassed.

“Well, that was... unexpected,” you said, breaking the awkward silence.

[bob-artist]

June was a Sketch month on Patreon!

I mail out a batch of 4.5"x5.5" original sketches to some tiers, and all patrons get to see them. Once upon a time (when I was crazy), I did this monthly. Now it's quarterly.

This quarter I did Into the Smoke (top samples), and Merritt's Story book 3 (bottom samples).

Since first launch, I have done....... 886 SKETCHES.

That means that in September, I'll hit 900+ sketches. Almost all of the sketches are related to my underground universe stories - Demon of the Underground, Devoted: Merritt's Story, and Into the Smoke.

How exactly do you do 900 sketches without running out of ideas? Lol, it's a STRUGGLE sometimes. But I'm hoping to release a giant sketch prompt list next quarter (outside Patreon), so keep an eye out!

[disorganizedkitten]

Yo before I go back into hibernation for another sixteen thousand months, figured I'd send out feelers cause idk how often people check tags.

I'm going to run a WBWL week in July, 2025. From the 24th to the 31st.

I'm still figuring out prompts, haven't a clue as to what I'm doing for graphics, and don't know yet the likelihood of things being written/drawn specifically for the event versus pre-existing fics being updated during the event, etc. But it will be happening.

The WBWL tag on ao3 has 886 works as of 2/6/2025 so I figure there's enough going on, if the authors wandering that tag all chip in. Or half of them chip in. Or two of them chip in. Idk guys, I'm doing it whether or not people join in.

I think it'll be neat!

So! If this sounds fun! Check back in on July 1st, come listen to me ramble about organization in The Grimoire, send in asks for prospective prompts, ect. I don't expect it to be very big during the first year but if there's enough interest shown, making a month long event is not much more work than a week long event. Just for reference. And I like organizing things.

[missiletoe]

ok idk where my template is and i am literally a month late but here is a silly little Office / Corporate Life AU that I wrote about Mandy/Kiara from @magicmooshka''s hit comic, Go Girl Go!

written for round 7 of the yuri shipping olympics prompt: A broken elevator the characters are stuck together in word count: 886

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“Hold the door!” 

Kiara looks up from the First-Day itinerary inked onto her phone screen, trying to find the source of the scream. She sticks a hand out in front of the closing elevator doors regardless and watches as they slide back open.

“H-HOLD THE DOOR PLEASE!” the voice yells, closer this time, and Kiara stares as a tiny figure finally rounds the corner, clutching a briefcase that looks like it’s bursting at the seams.

The girl crashes more than walks into the elevator, panting against the railing when she finally makes it. The doors slide shut behind her and a paper threatens to slip out of the leather case when she tips it too far downwards. Kiara pushes it back into place for her.

“Sorry,” the girl says, brushing her bangs out of her face. Cute, Kiara thinks involuntarily and then mentally slaps herself to bring herself back to reality. “I-It’s my first day as an intern and I was really scared that I’d be late to my first meeting on my first day and then my boss would fire me and I would have to go back to the trenches of LinkedIn not to say that I don’t like it here because I’m Very Excited about working here and being a corporate slave oh god I didn’t mean it like that–I’ve said too much, haven’t I?”

“No worries,” Kiara replies smoothly. The girl has a strand of hair matted to her forehead and Kiara taps her own skin once to gesture for her to move it. The girl goes cross-eyed in the mirror trying to find it before finally slapping herself a few times across the forehead. “I’m Kiara and it’s my first day as an intern for the Sales team.”

“Ohmygod, you’re an intern too?” the girl yelps, pointing at her in disbelief. “B-But you’re so cool and so mature-looking and so professional?!”

Kiara blinks, stunned into silence.

“I meant that in a good way!” the girl adds quickly. “I’m Mandy, did I say that yet?”

Kiara can’t help it–she giggles. Mandy is as endearing as she is nervous.

“Pleased to meet you, Mandy,” she says, offering her hand. Mandy stares at it blankly for a few seconds before grabbing it and shaking it vigorously. Kiara’s eyes widen at the tightness of her grip.

Mandy finally lets go and slips her phone out of her pocket instead, tilting the screen to check the time.

“Good, I still have fifteen minutes before my meeting and it should only take five for me to find the meeting but in the case I get lost or someone stops to talk to me for ten minutes, I should still be–”

As if on cue, the elevator sputters like a dying engine, giving one last croak before promptly dying in between floors 4 and 5. 

Kiara looks up at the lights on top, weakly illuminating the number four as the elevator rocks back and forth before grinding to a halt. Mandy follows her gaze, going weak at the knees.

“Did it just… stop?” she asks uncertainly and Kiara peeks through the gap in the doors.

“I think so,” she replies when the elevator doesn’t whir back to life after a few moments.

“We’re gonna die,” Mandy says, eyes wide. “It was nice to meet you though before I died, Kiara. In another life, we might’ve been able to be good friends.”

“We could be friends in this one,” Kiara replies, amused. “I’ll press the button for the emergency help and I’m sure they’ll have us out of here soon.”

“I hope so,” Mandy replies, anxiously checking the time. “I really hope so.”

“Do you want a granola bar?” Kiara asks to give her something to do, fishing through her purse. Mandy looks at her and nods eagerly, already reaching for the wrapper. She unpeels it like a banana and then chews it from the top-down. It reminds her vaguely of a chipmunk and Kiara has to smother her laugh to keep it from escaping.

“Do you thig I’ll be able to find anutha job after I’m fired?” Mandy asks her through a mouthful of oats. Kiara smiles and crosses her arms across her chest.

“I don’t think they’ll fire you for their elevator being faulty,” she replies.

“Right, right,” Mandy mutters, chewing at her nails. They’re painted bright orange, like a dying sunset. “As long as the elevator is on the seventh floor by 7:55, I can run to 7M112 and still make it in time for my 8 o’clock.”

As if it’s heard her plea, the elevator rocks back to life, slowly beginning its ascent one more.

“Thank god,” Mandy breathes, one hand over her heart. 

The doors slide open on the seventh floor and Mandy’s halfway out the elevator before she suddenly turns around.

“THANKYOUFORTHEGRANOLABARIGOTTARUNNOWITWASNICETOMEETYOU!” she shouts all in one breath before she takes off running.

In her haste to leave, something slips from her grasp and clatters onto the floor. Mandy doesn’t notice as she sprints away and it’s up to Kiara to pick up the forgotten item. She kneels down on the carpet and turns it over.

A plastic badge stares back at her, Mandy’s grimacing profile plastered onto the front.7M112, was it? Kiara shakes her head and runs out after her.

[ammarettu]

Day 3 of 12 for @12daysofchristmas

Prompt: Here, take my coat.

Fandom: The Witcher

Characters: Jaskier and Geralt

Words: 886

Rated G

[stealingyourbones]

Short DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #851-900

851. Lead Acetate Ectoplasm 852. Spectra John Constantine's Ex 853. Spectra Secretary of Ra's 854. tiddies 855. Lancer Long Lost Friend of Constantine 856. Steph/Cass/Dani Propoganda 857. Paulina/Damian. Mentor to Lovers 858. Jason/Jazz/Roy ;) 859. Dash/Bart Jogging 860. Kwan/Clark Office 861. Tucker Speed Talks 862. Kwan/Clark Mailman 863. Dani/Kara Alien 864. Duke/Danny Eldritch <3 865. Danny/Dick/Wally Racing 866. Jazz/Cass Therapist AU 867. Soft Jason/Lancer Downtime 868. Ghost Platypus Danny 869. Danny Construction Worker 870. Dash Construction Worker 871. Paulina Pharmacist 872. Tour Guide Danny 873. Danny & Kyle College Roommates 874. Danny Air Force Pilot 875. Danny Air Force GL Hal 876. Cass Eldritch AU 877. Danny Arkham Secretary 878. Clark Danny Coffee Shop AU 879. Kon-El Saves Tucker 880. Danny Arkham Receptionist 881. Dan Hired at Daily Planet 882. Guy Trains Jazz 883. Kyle Trains Jazz 884. Tucker is GL 885. Zombie Danny AU 886. Speedforce Parasite 887. Fenton Adopts Billy 888. Captain Marvel Skulker 889. Dan/Jimmy 890. Sam Band AU 891. Lord Death Man 892. Jazz Becomes Politician 893. Lawyer Tucker AU 894. Dani Art Museum Tour Guide 895. Batman White Knight 896. Jack is Hourman 897. Ric Grayson GIW 898. Wes Mistaken for Wally 899. Fenton GL Constructs 900. Jason Jailed by Walker

[quotidian-oblivion]

Fic Stats Game

Got tagged by @uncertainwallflower for this game and THANKS SO MUCH!!

Rules: Give us links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most bookmarks, fourth most comments, fifth most words, and fic with the least amount of words.

Most hits

My School’s Local Mafia Boss

I think the title really explains it all? But anyway:

Jason knew that attending a rich ass school was going to be the toughest and most mind-grating thing ever. His beliefs were confirmed when he got cornered by bullies on his first day. The only thing he was surprised about was that it took them so long to find the school's new street rat. Just as he's about to be punched, a fucking 10 year old (he's actually 12) steps in and... starts threatening the bullies? And they actually listen?? What the fuck???

And that isn't the only surprise that's waiting for him.

Yep, knew it would be this one. I'm so proud of it

Second most kudos

Sometimes You Have To Find Your Own Genes

Timothy Jackson Drake just wants peace. So far, it’s going well with his time as Robin and hanging out with Batman and Nightwing while the occasional messy, violent visits from his parents. But when a certain someone comes back from the dead and reveals the secret he was honing and hiding for most of his life... well, it basically all goes to shit.

The multichap fics have the most stats cuz... they're multichaps. They appear in the filters more often

Third most bookmarks

Phone Alarms

"Just imagine Jason recording Batman angrily yelling "Nightwing!" then setting it as the sound of Dick's phone alarm so in the next morning when it goes off he flips the fuck out"

Saw the prompt on Pinterest. Wrote this in one setting.

I'm actually really proud of this one, might reread it

Fourth most comments

Can You Deduce Where I Am Now?

As soon as he woke up after coming back from Titans Tower, the second Dick and Bruce stepped into the room, Tim had eagerly told them that Jason was alive and that he was Red Hood! They didn’t believe him, blaming it on lack of sleep and the haze being shot brought, but Tim was sure he saw Jason. Older, bigger, with a white streak in his fringe, but still Jason.

OR

Tim goes out to find Jason to bring his big brother back home. Jason... Jason has other matters to ponder on before deciding to come back.

I love this fic!! I went through like three or four different plots before writing it right before posting it (i write everything before posting). And then Cyg came in and beta-ed it so that was fun!

Fifth most words

Let Them Be Siblings

After the Waynes burst through his door and whisk him away from his parents and their harsh belting, their plane blows up, leaving Tim an orphan. Living in the manor is getting a little suffocating because no one seems to understand that he still loves his parents. They expect him to just “get over” his grief and—

Tim can’t stay anymore. So he runs away. And meets two very interesting people.

Least words

Regarding The Workings Of A Zoo

Damian collecting a series of increasingly non-domesticated animals and naming them after his siblings.

A drabble for 105 subscribers on ao3 and 100 followers on Tumblr!

This is 886 words i cant write small stuff, i keep blabbering

No pressure at all tags: @sardonic-sprite @tristicorde @wakkoroni @foursixtwonineoh-pieces-of-lego