#so technically she is on the right side lol

[thegirlwholivesin-delusion]

I think by 'the right side of history' , Taylor actually means the Right Wing side of history and not like the correct side smh

[catgirlkirigiri]

Iris my love... gotta have the girly secondary fursona. For gender time. Actually think she's being demoted to fursona number 3 but idk we'll see about the pecking order when refs are all done. She was waaay overdue for a redesign oh shit I just realized I didn't put a color palette on here. Oh well ig too late for that now I am not rearranging that bg

[ssahotchnerr]

can i request - aaron and reader are just married and on a case where they are sharing a room? i feel like morgan would have a field day with the teasing!

honeymoon phase

YESSS LOL I ADORE THAT cw; fem bau!reader, established relationship, suggestive teasing remarks, brief mentions of sex, playful team banter 🤭

"Alright," Aaron approached, his impending footsteps breaking the soft conversation that had been unfolding amongst the team.

"Due to the winter storm that's rolling in, the hotel's almost at full vacancy. We'll have to double up." He handed Dave, Spencer, JJ a key card, keeping one for himself. "You all can decide who you'll share a room with. Sweetheart, you're with me. Let's meet here in the morning at eight, and head to the precinct together." Aaron finished, opting to grab his bag from your grasp, relieving you the need to hold it.

Everyone nodded in quiet understanding, heads moving in unison as they too collected their things. The discussions resumed - quick laughs, pairing up, the usual.

You yawned as you all trudged towards the elevator, eager for the warmth of bed. Additionally, the warmth of your husband's body beside yours.

However Derek stayed put, in such an obvious, idea-brewing sort of way. The gears in his head were turning; an undeniable, mischievous flicker in his eyes. His gaze followed the two of you, the newly wedded couple as of a month ago.

"Oh no," You mumbled jokingly under your breath, smushing your lower face into Aaron's shoulder.

"Hm?" Aaron hummed gently as his gaze shot down to you in question, his finger stopping short of the up button.

"Now remember you two, this isn't your honeymoon." Derek lectured as his index finger traveled between you and Aaron, doing an awfully bad job at keeping a straight face. "These walls," He moved to the side to tap his knuckle against the surface for dramatic effect, the sound produced sharp and reverberating. "are thin. We don't need y'all keeping us up to all hours. I would prefer to get some sleep tonight."

"You brought your headphones, didn't you?" Emily joined his banter, teasingly shoving her go-bag into his.

"You already know it. Now that these love birds have death till us parted, I'll never leave home without them. Can't be too careful." He tossed you a playful wink, daring you to quip back.

"You're funny." Aaron beat you to it, his eyebrows lifting in an eased, amused manner across his forehead.

Morgan flashed his dazzling smile, in awareness that yes, he was.

"But no." Aaron denied, with a small shake of his head. "Not on cases."

"Liar." Emily concealed in a cough, fist in front of her mouth.

But it was true. Moments of intimacy, out in the field, were few and far between. You were on the job, for one. And adequate rest was needed - for energy, focus, and the ability to stay sharp in high pressure situations. Without it, the smallest of missteps could cost lives.

It was achingly tempting at times; there had been countless times where you just wanted to jump Aaron and make him yours - you were still very much in the honeymoon phase. But you owed it to the victims, their grieving families, and any potential, future victims.

In addition, it only worked better in your shared favor when the time for sex did come. The build-up, the waiting, the restraint too much to bear and everything falling into place with a sense of release. It only added to the satisfaction.

If a case concluded, and the jet was grounded until morning - technically you were off the job. Anything could happen then.

"It's a good thing, for you that is. Wouldn't want to hurt your ego, Morgan." You flashed him a smirk. "With these 'thin walls', you'll be thinking you've been doing something wrong all this time."

Morgan's face instantly turned from amusement to slight dismay, his nose wrinkling up in disbelief. "I don't think so."

"She's right." Aaron confirmed, a knowing glint behind his eyes as he swiftly looked you up and down. A smile grew on your face, some heat rushing through your body. "Bed, sweetheart?"

[viaisms]

twenty questions

summary: penelope accidentally mentions that someone has a crush on you, she can't say who it is but you make it into a game so she can :) warnings: spencer reid x bau!reader, gn reader, mentions of drinking wine, pg-13 language, talk of bugs?? its a nickname,,, lots of use of pet names lol, fluff, no mention of y/n yeehaw, pining, you're completely oblivious about how much spencer wants you, not proofread </3 authors note: first fic!! i haven't officially written a fic in. gosh, years?? since the pandemmy :( i really want to get back into writing, so have this little blurb that i thought of! by all means i am here for any constructive criticism you may have<3 wc: 2.7k

The clatter of fingertips tapping against a keyboard filled the dimly lit BAU office. You sit at your desk, eyes fixed on the glowing screen as you scroll through reports, cross-referencing case files and taking notes. The quiet hum of the building has long since settled into a lull; you barely realize how deeply you've fallen into your work,

The distant ticking of a clock finally breaks your trance, but it wasn't until you feel the hairs arise on the back of your neck that you become fully aware. You slowly blink with a quiet groan, glancing at the time at the bottom of your screen.

10:58 PM. Shit.

You align your fingertips atop of your keyboard, the soft clatter filling the office once more before you hear the all-too familiar voice.

"Babes, what are you still doing here?!"

You turn and see nobody else but Garcia, finally emitting from her bat-cave. Her arms cross against her chest, a disappointed hum coming from her pressed lips. "You, my love, should be at home in a nice hot bath with a glass of wine."

Your lips splay a lazy smirk as you lean back in your chair, stretching your body with a quiet groan. "I was just about to wrap up, Pen, I promise..." You assure your colleague, feeling the strain of staring at a screen all day every time that you blink.

"Good deal my beautiful bug," Penelope chirps as her arms drop to her side. She's just as tired as you are, having spent all of her day digging through databases to find information on a potential UnSub. Her heals click as she goes to turn away, walking back towards her office.

"You know, you have to get your beauty sleep for your lover boy in the mor..." Her once confident words grow timid as she begins to trail off.

Penelope's breath catches in her throat as she realizes the words that so effortlessly flew off her tongue, her blood running cold at her grave error. Spencer is going to kill her.

"My what?" Your eyes narrow, scoffing in a confused manner.

She stills, yet she doesn't turn to you.

"Nothing! I... I didn't say anything..." She mutters with a nervous stammer of your name, the rhythmic clicking of her heels continuing as she speeds to her office.

You stand, the wheels of your office chair sliding out from under you as you feel a weakness in both of your legs. You stretch once more, trying to think of when the last time you even stood was.

"Penelope Grace Garcia!"

Her hand is resting on the cold, slick material of the doorknob that has the potential to separate her from this deep abyss that she just dug herself into. Instead, she stills for another moment before turning to you once more.

Penelope has to think of a lie, and quick.

"Obviously... I was talking about Morgan!"

There is a reason why she does what she does for a living, and is rarely out on the field with the rest of the crew unless her technical skills are needed.

Your eyes squint with a tentative hum. You don't believe Garcia, not for a second.

"You do know I'm a profiler..." A grumble of amusement comes from your chest at Penelope's attempt.

"Right..." She murmurs, her voice quiet as she breaks your gaze. She's mentally kicking herself for blabbing, such a rookie mistake in the game of workplace gossip.

Your eyebrows raise as you await Garcia's confession. However, she stays strong, not uttering another peep from her velvet-painted lips.

"So...?" You sing after a beat of silence, stars of hope glistening in the pools of your eyes.

With a whine, Penelope's shoulders drop.

"Look... I love you, sweetness, I do..." Her lips droop into a frown. Penelope's eyes greet your own somberly with a shake of her own head. "But I promised I wouldn't tell..."

You feel a weight of disappointment on your chest, and with a sigh, you decide to drop it. Penelope sees the way the sparkle in your eye begins to dim, eliciting a whine from her barely audible to your own ears.

"But!" She chirps, trying to share some of her own light with you. Penelope shouldn't be doing this, and she knows it. However, she is far too nurturing to let a beautiful smile like yours falter for even a second. "If you guess it... it's not technically me telling you, right?"

"You know? I like the way your mind thinks," You hum, reveling in the fact that you got your way. "Twenty questions?" The cold sensation of the faux-leather hits you as you sit back in your chair.

The corner of Penelope's lips twitch upwards as a combination of guilt and excitement course through her veins. "You know I love a good game, hit me..." She murmurs, her voice self-assured as she pulls a chair from a nearby desk, her legs crossing as she sits next to you.

"Okay..." You mutter with a shaky sigh. The pounding of your heart fills your entire body, your stomach slightly cramping with nerves. "Is it someone I know?"

"Uh, duh?"

Your eyes flutter shut, raking through potential victims that fell for whatever love trap you didn't even intent on setting. "Male or female?"

"Acht! That's not part of the rules my curious friend and you know it," Her dark eyes narrow as she playfully scolds her colleague. "I'm totally counting it though, eighteen more questions..."

With pressed lips, you weigh out the obvious individuals who are least likely to be a contender. Penelope sees how deep you are in thought, and she can't help herself but quietly scoff.

How can you not know it's Spencer? She thinks to herself. Everyone around the office sees it -- everyone but you, apparently. As you think, her mind wanders to about two months prior, where Spencer came to her for love advice. Penelope, being herself, already knew he was fawning over you. She picked up on it the moment the genius somehow grew more awkward every time he were to speak to you.

However, also being herself, she refused to give him any sound advice until he spilled who the lucky contender was; which just so happened to be you.

The sound of your voice pulls her out of her own mind.

"Do I see them often?"

The corners of her lips prop upwards, almost tauntingly. "Very," she affirms.

Someone you see very often... you mentally walk through your day-to-day routine, retracing every step no matter how minuscule. You awake every morning to nobody in your apartment but your cat, besides the occasional sleepover with a friend every now and again. You ready yourself for work alone, your first stop in the morning being the local coffee shop down the street...

"Ooh! Is it someone from the coffee shop?" You chirp, your heart beginning to race at the idea of an unspoken stranger admiring your beauty from afar. Individuals you see there on a day-to-day basis flood your mind, although it completely falls empty for the exception of one person; a barista behind the counter, roughly your age who is not bad looking in the slightest.

"That would be a negative..." Her red-painted lips press together, a slight pang of disappointment hitting you in the gut that it wasn't the barista.

"Darn..." You tut, your mind trying to silently place the pieces of the puzzle together. Someone you know, someone you see often, not someone from the coffee shop...

Penelope can't believe how oblivious you are. How do you not pick up on the fact that Spencer follows you around the office like a lost puppy? Or the fact that when the two of you are on the field together, he insists you go with him or vice versa because he feels the need to protect you?

"No way that it's a colleague?" Your brows stitch together, your head slanting as you throw the inconceivable idea into the open.

Penelope's head slightly tilts downwards as she gazes at you through the top of her frames. She flashes you a sly, almost flirtatious grin at your not-so-far-fetched theory.

"And if it is?"

The feeling of your heart hammering in your heart is felt throughout your entire body, your cheeks warming as you feel blood rush to your brain.

"Who?!" You exclaim, completely forgoing the rules to the game. This narrows your options to about seven. Your hands fumble with the cotton on the hem of your shirt as you narrow your options down even further, a shuttering breath falling from your lips.

"How do you not know?!" Penelope is quick to match your energy, an actual pain shooting through her chest at your own naivety. Her brows raise as her eyes widen, her fists balling as she folds herself back from blurting it out.

Your lips part as you're about to exclaim something quick and witty back to your colleague when it hits you. Like a fish gulping for water, you feel the soft skin of your lips quickly snap shut.

The memories hit you all at once: the mornings you're in a rush and you forget your coffee - Reid excusing himself for a moment with a muttered excuse before returning with it minutes later, the nights you return home from a case and he offers to spend time with you because it pains you being alone after what you saw, the countless facts he will ramble to you on the plane because damn it, you're the only one that actually listens to him.

"Oh my god, Reid?" Your jaw drops as you gasp, your arms numbing as your nerves shoot past the roof and to the stratosphere.

With a relieved sigh, Penelope's palms slap against her thighs, planting her leg down onto the floor with her other one. "Finally!" She groans, almost feeling a sense of comfort that you know and the weird tension around the office while the two are around would soon come to an end.

"Since when?!" Your heart ticks against your chest so hard that you can hear it in your ears. Never in a million years would you assume it would be Spencer that would be silently pining over you. Reid?!

"Since like... forever, buttercup!" Penelope giggles. She can see the dots being connected in the pretty little brain of yours, and god, she loves it. Her voice softens, a warm, almost maternal intent behind them. "We really should be getting home..." She groans, her gaze flicking to the clock on the wall. "Since you two are totes madly in love already, let me know when one of you decides to make the move, okay?"

With a roll of your eyes, the back of your hand ever so gently strikes the side of Garcia's arm. She notices the way blush speckles across your face, a knowing grin playing against her own. You can't ignore the way your chest fuzzes over at the thought of Spencer feeling about you the way you feel about him, it makes your stomach ache with desire; you don't know if you love or hate the sensation.

"Goodnight, Garcia..." A mix between a chuckle and a sigh of contentment is emitted from you. She mumbles a quick 'good night' with a quick, playful wink before standing from her chair, returning it to its original home.

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The next morning you're in a hurry to get to work, oversleeping by a long shot as it took you forever to wind down last night due to your wandering thoughts.

You get to your desk with merely minutes to spare, a tired, overwhelmed groan falling from your lips as you place your bag in your desk and splay your jacket against the back of your chair.

"Long night last night, agent?"

You don't even have to look up to know who it is... your body freezes for a moment, not sure if you're prepared to deal with this; not yet, anyways.

With a soft sigh, your gaze is lifted and immediately greeted with Spencer's. His large, curious and caring stare. His hazel eyes almost bare into your own, causing a tingle to run down your spine. You try to ignore the butterflies that patter within the walls of your stomach, yet they're hard to confine.

"Yeah... I'm fine, Reid," You nod, your lips tentatively pressing together. "Just didn't sleep worth the damn last night... just... thinking about the case..." You trail, the sound of your voice growing softer and quieter like a beautiful decrescendo.

His lips part for just a moment, an inaudible 'ah' coming from him before giving you an understanding nod.

"I figured... Garcia told me you were here late last night and I kind of... presumed this may happen," He muses with an awkward chuckle. "Which is why... I brought you this..."

Reid's tall frame trails away from your desk for a moment, which draws out a soft hum from you as you tap your fingertips against the smooth, cool material of your desk.

His long stride is quick to return, your heart almost leaping out of your throat as he sees what's within his long, slender fingers.

Your favorite coffee.

You accept the gesture, your stomach doing flips as you take the cup within the confines of your own grasp. You mumble something quick and playful, telling Spencer that he is your favorite person in the world right now for such a small action.

The feeling of someone else watching you is burned into the back of your skull, a sensation churning in your gut that you can't shake. Your gaze flicks over to the side, in which you're immediately greeted by Garcia.

She not-so-subtly flashes two thumbs up at you, her nails painted a shade of dark purple. "Go get 'em!" She mouths in approval, your gaze quickly turning over to the male in front of you in attempt to hide Penelope's matchmaking attempt.

"Hey... do you um... maybe want to get coffee at this place together sometime?" You attempt to thickly swallow down your nerves, trying to soothe the heartbeat creeping out of your chest.

Spencer is silent a moment, his lips twitching upwards in a sign of approval at your suggestion. You see the thoughts shifting through his mind, the rates of his blinks increasing in a sense of disbelief that you're actually asking him this.

"I-- um... yeah! Let's do tomorrow before work? If... you're okay getting up that early, if not we can totally do a different time, perhaps--"

"Tomorrow it is..." You cut him off, something you rarely do. He nods in agreement, a quiet 'tomorrow' mumbled from his lips as he attempts to conceal his excitement.

You’re not sure how to shake off the butterflies in your stomach, but Spencer’s shy smile is enough to make you feel warm all over. You take a sip of your coffee, letting the moment linger. Before you can say anything else, Garcia’s voice breaks through your thoughts, louder than life.

"You two better not cancel on me! I want details!" she teases from across the room, flashing a mischievous grin your way. You roll your eyes, but you can’t help the chuckle that escapes your lips.

Spencer, now fully aware of the matchmaker’s antics, lets out a soft laugh, running a hand through his hair, looking even more flustered than before.

You meet his gaze again, a new kind of tension settling between you—a mix of nerves, excitement, and something deeper that you’re not ready to name just yet. You take a breath, feeling that the next chapter of whatever this is has already started, and it’s thrilling.

“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” you murmur, unable to stop the grin that’s threatening to split your face. Spencer nods, his smile small but genuine, as he turns to head to his desk.

As he walks away, you catch a glimpse of Garcia again, this time with an exaggerated wink. You shake your head, but you can’t suppress the warmth blooming in your chest. Tomorrow’s going to be interesting, to say the least.

And maybe... just maybe, things are finally falling into place.

[norris55s]

just friends - pato o'ward

sister’s best friend!reader x pato o’ward social media au

a/n: it’s a sister’s best friend to best friends to lovers brain rot. i also needed something to soothe my heart after that last lap on the indy500. i also love pato with all my heart. fc is olivia rodrigo!

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y/ninstagram

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y/ninstagram: the bff + the princess and the prince at their wedding + the bitch ass brother

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elbaoward: love you soooo much 🤍🤍🤍

y/ninstagram: i love u more 4eva, don’t care if ur married ur my wifey above all🤍

elbaoward: wifeys 4eva

patriciooward: I’m the cool brother

y/ninstagram: uncool*

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patriciooward

liked by y/ninstagram, elbaoward and 126,746 others

patriciooward: Woke up with a new brother today. Congratulations to the love birds. 🤍 Also pictured y/ninstagram waking up with a hangover. ☕️

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y/ninstagram: delete

patriciooward: But you look like a ray of sunshine

elbaoward: thank you always baby brother🤍 you look like you had a goood time lol

user46: ayo who is y/n i’m new here

user67: okay I love y/n lore, she is an influencer/model type of deal and she is pato’s sister’s bestie since forever ago and she and pato get along really well, they’re seen together a lot when elba attends races with her. it’s an ongoing joke in the fandom that pato has the biggest crush on her, which has never been denied nor confirmed lol but they’ve never posted each other on their feeds before so the rumors are rumoring

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: Pre-Season recharging with some sea salt. Also pictured y/ninstagram on the phone with God. 🌊🍌

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y/ninstagram: posting bad pictures of me is becoming a thing i see

patriciooward: Technically, you started it

user74: now what is going on why are they vacationing together

user82: y/n said on her tiktok live that they’re with a bunch of other friends so there’s that

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: Good season start 😊 Also pictured y/ninstagram side eying me when I asked if I could try her ramen 🍜

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y/ninstagram: you don’t just ask a girl to have her ramen, even if you got a podium

user13: anyone else noticing how they’re becoming super close after elba’s wedding

user82: I think everyone is noticing alright… elba isn’t even there

user26: they’re so dating

user98: i thought the same thing but literally every interview today was dedicated to pato saying they’re just friends

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y/ninstagram

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y/ninstagram: it’s rawe ceek + pato’s lil hat

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elbaoward: why are you replacing me with another o’ward?

patriciooward: Sorry, she’s my best friend now. You have a whole ass husband

y/ninstagram: u could never be replaced bby girl 😽😽😽

patriciooward: Wow

user82: are we seeing this fam

user23: maybe the best friend gate is all part of pato’s plan to get the girl

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: Did the best we could on that race considering the circumstances 🤪 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s sushi eyes 🍱

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y/ninstagram: maybe u didnt win on track but you won best sushi recommendation

user83: they’re so sus but they also don’t even touch when they’re in public… perhaps they are just best friends

user53: who needs touching when pato looks at her like she put the stars up in the sky

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: F1 testing done right 🥹 Also pictured y/ninstagram’s face when I got in the car 🧡

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user24: are we still pretending we believe the best friends bullshit

y/ninstagram: this is so crazy to me because i’m honestly here for a shot with lando norris

landonorris: message received 🫡

patriciooward: Mate 😂

user27: that’s the most threatening laugh emoji i have ever seen

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y/ninstagram: it’s indy 500 time + elba being pretty + pato eating something he definitely shouldn’t be eating

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elbaoward: the support system is in need of support

y/ninstagram: we are doing great! (we are crying)

user45: how are we feeling watching the race personally I want to throw up

y/ninstagram: im fine! (i have blacked out multiple times)

user36: oh man… im so glad she’s there after that final lap heartbreak

user26: please give pato our love ❤️ he gave it all

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patriciooward

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patriciooward: I woke up with a big smile on my face today, feeling very loved by all of you. Wouldn’t change a thing about my journey so far, I know it will be so special the day my name is written among the stars and I get to experience the magic everyone talks about. Excited for the rest of the season, wouldn’t want it to be with anyone else arrowmclaren 🧡 #indy500

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y/ninstagram: you inspire me every single day. your time will come and it’ll be epic. 🧡

elbaoward: you are a force of nature and the sun ☀️

user83: im sorry i really want to comment about the race and compliment pato but are we just going to ignore the last picture of him and y/n holding hands

user53: are we going to ignore their hug on national tv i really felt like i was interrupting

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y/ninstagram: lover boy + lover boy + lover boy. you’re amazing. 🧡

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patriciooward: 🧡

elbaoward: been a long time coming 🥰

landonorris: 😔

landonorris: jk ive been in on pato’s crush all along

y/ninstagram: 💀

user94: WAR IS OVER

user52: not the hard launch

user85: at least tell us how it happened after friend zoning each other for months

y/nusername: comfort after a heartbreak go crazy

patriciooward: You’re a natural romantic

[monstermonger]

bit of a silly question here but have you ever gotten afraid to draw in a journal like the one you recently shared? like the idea of using the pages "incorrectly" or "wasting" them (or running out right before you get inspiration that might have been "better" than what you'd jotted down)? your art is INCREDIBLE and I know the best way to improve is to do it, all the time, but I struggle getting started for those sorts of fears, and I want to know if you have tips for overcoming that ^^

I don't think it's a silly question, in fact I think it's one of the Ultimate Art Questions haha

Yes I 100% struggled with that in the past; i'm happy to try my best, sharing some personal tips in journaling, specifically! :D

TECHNICAL SIDE:

>> Small simple sketchbook = less intimidating to fill the pages. (Also, easy to carry around)

5x7in Moleskin, and a pilot pen

>> My journal ISN'T a place to prove that I can make pretty pictures. I have separate sketchbooks for that. I use journals to jot down ideas and notes of things I like. (yes i shared a few pages that happened to look nice, but there were 100+ other pages after all d: )

Spontaneous observation is messy and imprecise. But not in a bad way.

Rather than seeing the messiness as "bad/unworthy imperfection," try to see it as a miraculous insight to how you, a unique human being with your unique thoughts and art experience, sees the things you like

My journal process (in general): doodle a pretty cake I ate, a funny bird I saw, some weird dialogue I overheard, stickers, stamps, a character in a book that I want to draw as a dragon,......... scatter them all over the page, then look at the random blocks of empty paper remaining. Fill those up next with another lil quote, or words about the week, or some pretty vines/flowers :) etc. It's like making a collage.

Draw what you actually LIKE + what actually sounds FUN to draw. u can always take photos/save pics of other stuff if it's overwhelming.

>> Find your comfort tools. I love ink. how it looks, feels, etc; I hardly ever use pencil. A sketch that I need to ink over is usually too much work for my journal. I'm just trying to get down ideas before I get bored or get inspired by another thing LOL

[But yeah: pencils can be the perfect tool for someone else. Regular pencils, colored pencils, watercolor pencils... play around with a bunch of basic tools to find your fav.]

EMOTIONAL SIDE:

I highly recommend Lynda Barry's book "Making Comics." She has some lovely, and deeply empathetic things to say about overcoming fear of making "bad" art.

My journal scribblings/therapeutic studies --- someone with 10x the skill could do it better, sure, but they probs wouldn't focus on the same details, or be interested in the same monsters, or be thinking the same thoughts as me.

They won't have the same things to say about their day, won't see the same spindly tree growing from a crumbling brick wall on their walk. etc!

Also! imo this POV isn't an excuse to feel like I don't need to improve my technical skill, but it keeps me happy, fulfilled, and motivated as I'm on that road of improvement. AND it makes me appreciate others' incredible art as their own reflection of the things they love/their own experiences, rather than view it competitively/jealously.

"Drawing is so much more than Good or Bad. It is a language from another part of you." - Lynda Barry

[venusianelf]

Bunny and Her Ghosts

Pairing: Billy Loomis x F! Reader x Stu Macher

Genre: Smut

Summary: Your darkest, most secret desires come true, when you wake up to two masked killers standing over you at an otherwise boring party.

Warnings: Dark Fic, Corruption/Innocence Kink, Dumbification Kink, Knifeplay, Unprotected Sex (Use protection irl please), Blood Kink, Mask Kink, Uses of Daddy and Sir, Weed and Alcohol Consumption, Predator/Prey Kink, Dacryphilia, Double Penetration (PiV & Anal), Mentions of death (Of Sidney, Gale, Others Implied, No Major Character Death), Overstimulation, Biting, Humiliation, Praise and Light Degradation, Tummy Bulge, Creampie, Choking, Reader is about as mentally and morally fucked up as Billy and Stu, Billy and Stu are an established couple

Word Count: ~5,300

A/N: Apparently I’m in a writing mood lol, also this is my longest fic I’ve written in one sitting now, fellow ghostface fuckers enjoy :)

!!By clicking read more you are agreeing you are 18+!!

You weren’t sure how your friends managed to convince you to come to this party. Well you did technically, offering free booze and weed while watching horror movies? Count you in. You weren’t anticipating this many people to be here though. You covered yourself a little tighter with your jacket as you tried to focus on the horror movie on screen and Randy’s ramblings about horror movies rules, instead of the crowd of people that seemed to be throughout the house. Taking a sip of your beer, you cringed at the taste. Whoever had bought the beer had obviously opted for the cheapest option, but whatever, as long as it took the edge off your social anxiety. 

You sighed in relief as most of the crowd rushed out of the house at the announcement of a body at the school. You wondered vaguely where Tatum had gone, it had been a bit since she’d left the room. Honestly, you were too high and tipsy to really think about it too long though. You glanced at Randy, who was the only one left on the couch with you, he seemed more out of it than you, which surprised you but not by much. You stood up for a moment and stretched, since you’d been on the couch for a while. “Hey, where are you going?” Randy slurred as you headed out of the room. “I’m going to the bathroom real quick,” You replied, careful not to say you’d be right back after his lecture about it earlier. He nodded in response and you headed upstairs to use Stu’s bathroom, you hoped he wouldn’t mind, you two were fairly close friends after all, and you weren’t very keen on using the bathroom downstairs that all the drunk party goers had been using all night. 

After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror as you touched up your makeup. Brushing some smudged eyeliner away, you heard a muffled scream from downstairs. You paused for a second but brushed it off as someone probably getting jumpscared from the scary movie playing downstairs. You sighed as you thought about your friends, you loved them yeah, but they got on your nerves sometimes. Like how they had invited you to this party with so many people, knowing how much you hated big crowds. In your hazy state, as you exited the bathroom, you glanced at Stu’s bed and decided that maybe laying down for a minute would help you decompress a little. Climbing onto the bed, you curled up on your side and let yourself relax for a moment.

Hearing voices nearby, you stirred from your accidental nap. “Look, she’s waking up,” you vaguely heard as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes. The voice didn’t sound familiar, oddly more deep and robotic than any of your friends. “Rise and shine, sleeping beauty,” A similar but not the same voice said as you blinked your eyes open. “Huh?” You replied as you realized you were looking at two people wearing the costume Sidney had described the killer wearing. You tilted your head at that, you were pretty sure it was just your friend group left in the house, and you didn’t think they’d made such a tasteless joke with Sidney around. Though you couldn’t deny the almost unperceivable shiver that ran through you from their masks. “Guys, you might want to make sure Sidney doesn’t see that, she’d freak,” You said as you moved to prop yourself to sit up on the bed. “Sidney, Sidney, doesn’t matter what the whore would think anymore,” One of the two said as confusion crossed your face. “Aw look at that, she doesn’t even realize her friends bodies are laying downstairs,” The other voice teased, and you felt even more confused until you realized the small dots on the face on the masks were red. 

Blood, you realized, is what was covering them. As it dawned on you, you scrambled back on the bed until your back hit the bed frame. “Now she gets it,” The first voice chuckled as the second ghostface moved towards the bed, catching one of your ankles in their gloved hand and yanking you further down the bed towards him. You squeaked out in surprise as the ghostface above you chuckled at your reaction. “You’re the one in my bed, little girl, don’t act so surprised,” He teased at your shocked expression. It took you a moment to process, but you realized he had said you were in his bed, meaning the killer above you was- “Stu?” You asked as he chuckled and with his free hand not on your ankle ripped the mask off. “The one and only babydoll,” He said with a chuckle and eyebrow wiggle. Your gaze flickered between Stu and the other ghostface as he came closer to you to join Stu. 

“You didn’t need to reveal yourself to her, dumbass,” The still masked ghostface criticized to Stu. Stu rolled his eyes at that. “Yeah, but did you see the look of shock on her face? Worth it,” He explained, and you felt your tummy flutter at the way the two of them talked about you like you weren’t right in front of them. The still masked ghostface studied you before sighing. “C’mon we need to just kill her,” He said as Stu made a boo’ing noise. Your eyes widened at the masked ghostface’s words as the gravity of the situation dawned on you. “And waste the chance of such a pretty thing in my bed?” He whined as the ghostface groaned in annoyance. “Really?” He asked, exasperated, as your gaze flew back to Stu from his previous words. As much as the situation was fucked up, you still felt your cheeks warm at hearing one of your closest friends insinuating he wanted more than just friendship with you. You had always thought him and your friend Billy were hot, but they were both taken. 

The gentle massaging from Stu on the ankle brought you back to reality as you realized Stu was looking at you with an expectant and hungry gaze. “She wasn’t even paying attention,” The ghostface commented as your gaze flickered to his mask. “I- ‘M sorry,” You stuttered out in apology, your submissive scared demeanor causing the ghostface to cuss under his breath. “He said, you’ll be good for us if we give you a chance to earn your life, right?” The ghostface reiterated and you nodded rapidly. While yes, you were willing to do whatever you could to save your life, you also couldn’t deny the growing need in your tummy from the situation. “Use your words, pretty girl,” Stu said as you looked up at him with your doe eyes. “Yes, I’ll be good for you two,” You rushed out as you watched Stu’s eyes darken at your eagerness and heard the ghostface groan. 

You watched as Stu reached forward with his free hand and caressed your cheek, smudging some blood along your face. You leaned into his touch as your eyes fluttered shut before feeling something cold and sharp trace along your collar bone. Snapping your eyes open, you looked down to see the ghostface tracing a knife along your skin. The sharp blade so close to your neck sent a shiver of fear and also arousal through you as you gasped at the sensation. “Fuck, she’s into it,” The ghostface muttered, seeming fascinated by your reaction as Stu giggled gleefully. “I told you she was perfect, man,” Stu giggled, and you briefly wondered when him and the other killer had talked about you before. “There’s still time to for you to be wrong,” The ghostface said as he trailed the knife down to your tank top and cut the strap of it. You looked between the two of them, and Stu smiled at you gleefully and darkly, while the ghostface seemed focused on moving to cut the other strap of your tank top. 

As the fabric gave away when he cut it, your top fell a little, giving them a better look at your cleavage. You heard Stu wolf whistle as the ghostface sucked in a breath. The two of them leaned back to look over you, Stu left his hand encircled on your ankle to keep you from running away. “Do you want to play this the safe way or the fun way, bunny?” The ghostface asked as you tilted your head at his question. “W-What’s the fun way?” You asked curiously as you watched Stu try to contain his excitement, the ghostface tilt his head slightly. “You run, we catch you, if you try to actually escape we’ll kill you, but if you play along as our prey,” He paused as you watched his head tilt as he checked you out, “Then we’ll give you the most memorable night of your life, and maybe let you live afterward.” Your eyes gleamed in excitement at the idea, you couldn’t deny the thrill building in you at the idea of your darkest, most private fantasizes coming true. 

“The fun way,” You decided as you watched Stu smile widely at your answer. You watched as the ghostface leaned close to you as he dragged the tip of his knife under your chin to tilt your head up towards him, “Then get running.” You felt Stu’s grip leave your ankle as vaguely registered him slipping his mask back on. You quickly leaped off the bed and ran out the door frame before pausing and looking back at them as one of them waved his knife at you, almost like a wave. Turning back around, you dashed off into the house. Looking down the stairs, you suddenly recognized the bodies of your friends and even that one reporter chick lying in cold blood on the floor. You gasped but moved towards one of the other rooms upstairs, the fear from knowing they were serious about being killers only heightening your sick excitement. 

“Ready or not, here we come,” You heard one of them call out as you held your hand against your mouth, muffling your breathing as you hid in a wardrobe you found in one of the bedrooms. You listened as you heard the two distinct set of footsteps wander around the house. “I hope I find her first,” You heard one giggle through the modulator, which you figured was probably Stu. “Shut up and find her then,” The other replied, which you could make out more clearly due to his closer proximity. Hearing the doorknob of the room you are in twist open as the footsteps got closer to you, you decided to hold your breath as you heard him searching for you. His knife you recognized was tapping along various surfaces in the room as he searched. “You in here bunny?” He called out as you bit back your excited giggle. Apparently not well enough when you heard his steps pause as if he was listening for you. 

You gasped behind your hand when the door to the wardrobe flung open, “Well, well, look what we have here.” Your eyes widened at being caught before you quickly squeezed past him to run from him. You squeaked when his arm came out across your chest and pulled your back into his chest. “Nuh uh, you’re mine now, bunny. I caught you fair and square,” He chuckled at your labored and excited breathing as you struggled against him weakly. His knife moving to trace your neck and chest again as you gasped, your head falling backwards against his chest as your eyes shut. “Little bunny likes getting hunted, huh?” He asked as condescendedly laughed at your reaction. “Uh huh,” You replied, attempting to catch your breath, to which he tsk’d at. “You know better, use your words,” He chastised, to which you nodded submissively in response to. “Yes sir,” You gasped as his knife nicked your collar bone lightly. He groaned in response before shoving you on the bed in the room. You looked up at him in surprise from his actions as he tilted his head while looking at you. “Take off your top,” He said, gesturing to it with his knife. You quickly complied, tearing your top off as he groaned appreciatively at the revelation you weren’t wearing a bra. 

Seeing your bare skin and tits, he climbed onto the bed and on top of you. You held your breath in anticipation before he took your chin in the grasp of his free hand, smudging some of the blood on his hands onto your skin. “Open that pretty mouth, bunny,” He demanded, and you opened your mouth compliantly in response. You could almost sense his smirk under the mask before you felt the cold and metallic taste of his knife on your tongue. “Clean it up,” He ordered as you began licking it, the coppery taste blooming on your tongue before you realized it was still covered in the blood of your dead friends downstairs. You moaned at the realization, the sick pleasure spreading throughout you as you cleaned off the knife. You could hear his breathing pickup as he realized you were also getting off on it. “What a naughty little bunny you are, getting off on the blood of your dead friends,” He chuckled as you blushed from him calling you out. He pressed the tip of the blade down on your tongue just enough for you to feel the sharpness but not enough to cut you. You squirmed under him at the sensation but tried to stay still enough so you wouldn’t accidentally nick yourself. 

He shook his head in disbelief before pulling the knife out of your mouth and trailing it down your neck to your chest. “Man! Where is she?” You heard Stu call out as you giggled under the ghostface on top of you. Hearing your giggle, Stu came to the room the two of you were in before gasping. “Unfair! You found her first?” He whined, but you could tell through his mask that his gaze was excitedly trained on the position the two of you were in. “Shut up,” The ghostface on top of you groaned, but his tone conveyed more playful annoyance than real frustration. Stu walked over to the two of you before circling to the other side of the bed and stood behind where your head laid on the bed. “Now the fun starts,” Stu giggled as the ghostface on top of you moved his knife to gesture at Stu. “The fun has already started,” He replied, before Stu shrugged. “You know what I mean man,” He responded to which you giggled underneath the ghostface on top of you at their bickering. 

The ghostface on top of you snapped his gaze down to you at the giggling. “Enjoying the show, bunny?” He asked which you nodded in reply. “Well it’s about to get a whole lot better!” Stu exclaimed, to which the ghostface on top of you glanced at Stu before looking back down at you. “Let’s see how you like the reveal,” He chuckled before reaching up and ripping off his mask. You gasped as you realized your second hunter had been Billy. Thinking about it a little harder, you realized that would make sense from what you picked up on so far, but you couldn’t help but feel your panties get wetter at the realization. “Billy?” You asked with wide eyes as his dark gaze trained on you. “Yep,” He replied, you saw out of the corner of your eye Stu taking his mask off too. You blushed from realizing just much your most secret fantasizes were coming true. Billy raised an eyebrow at your reaction before glancing up at Stu. “Guess you were right about her attraction to us,” He commented, and Stu giggled. “Yeah dude, I have eyes, so it was fucking obvious,” He replied, to which Billy glared at Stu for. You felt yourself blush harder at Stu saying you were obvious about your attraction to them. 

Billy glanced down at you before chuckling. “No need to be shy about it, bunny,” He said as he began tracing circles around one of your nipples. You gasped and arched up into the sensation. “Look at that man, she’s a fucking freak,” Stu giggled excitedly at your reaction. Embarrassment flooded you at Stu’s words as you shut your eyes. “Nuh uh, Look at me,” Billy chastised as his knife moved to tap on your cheek. You opened your eyes and fought to keep them on Billy. “That’s a good girl,” He praised as you felt yourself melt from his words. Seeing your reaction, Billy tossed the knife beside you two before grasping your chin harshly and pulling you into a rough kiss. You gasped in surprise at his sudden and harsh kiss, which he took as an opportunity to deepen the kiss. Which quickly turned you into a squirming, flustered mess. When he pulled back, a string of spit connected you for a moment before, it broke, which Stu groaned at. “Man, I’m tired of waiting,” Stu whined, which Billy seemed to contemplate for a moment before nodding. 

“You’re right, we’ve waited long enough,” He replied before looking down at your skirt, he quickly found the zipper to it before tossing your skirt off of you. You could vaguely see out of the corner of your vision Stu messing with his own clothes as Billy picked the knife back up from beside you and quickly cut the sides of your panties before tossing the scrap of cloth somewhere else in the room. You gasped at the sudden move and moved to close your thighs, but Billy stopped you with his free hand moving to your inner thigh. Billy hummed appreciatively at the view. “Damn, you should see how wet she is,” Billy groaned as Stu giggled. “You wet for the two of us, princess?” Stu asked rhetorically, but you nodded enthusiastically anyway. Billy raised his eyebrow at you, reminding you of his preference for you to use your words. “Y-Yes daddy, I am,” You replied in response to Stu, which made him groan at your choice of words. “Fuck,” He swore under his breath as Billy’s eyes darkened too. 

You choked on a moan in surprise when you felt Billy’s finger suddenly brush against your clit. You could feel both of their predatory gazes on your form as Billy studied your reactions to find the best ways to get the reactions he wanted from you. You faintly registered Stu as one of his hands brushed his fingers through your hair before his fingers from his other hand tap on your lips. “Open up princess,” He ordered, and you complied willingly, and he groaned at your eager response. Stu grasped your hair, making you gasp before tapping his cock that he freed when you weren’t paying attention against your lips. “C’mon baby, suck it for daddy,” He groaned as you fluttered your eyes shut as you began licking and sucking the tip of his dick.

You could feel Billy’s eyes trained on the interaction in front of him, as Stu pushed his dick further into your throat, making you choke and gag momentarily before you forced yourself to breathe through your nose. Stu gave you a moment to adjust before you began eagerly sucking him, and he began moving along with your movements. You could hear him groaning above you before you moaned around his dick when you felt Billy suddenly insert a finger into you. “Fuck, whatever you just did, keep doing it,” Stu moaned out to Billy, which got him a glare you couldn’t see, but Billy continued his movements regardless. Once Billy felt you loosen up, he added an addition finger as he continued using his thumb to rub your clit. He had you moaning all over Stu’s cock, causing Stu to throw his head back from the sensation. You could feel the pricks of pleasure beginning to build up in you as they continued. As you began squeezing Billy’s fingers, he groaned. “She’s close,” He commented, which made Stu also groan. “Go on bunny, give it to us,” Billy encouraged as you felt your peak hit you. You moaned loudly at the feeling, causing you to tense and squeeze his fingers as the bright, hot pleasure coursed through you. Billy continued to fuck you with his fingers through your orgasm as you shook. 

You heard Stu groan and his dick twitch before feeling the saltiness of his cum cover your tongue and throat. Once the two of you came down, you felt him pull himself from your throat. Billy grabbed your chin with his hand and tilted it towards him as your eyes fluttered open, his fingers covered in your slick moving to tap at your lips which you happily licked and sucked cleaning, making Billy groan at the erotic sight. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, he squeezed your jaw to open your mouth to check you had swallowed both you and Stu’s cum. “Good girl,” He praised at the sight of your clean mouth. You gasped when you felt hands drop to your hips and pull you to align you to his cock that you didn’t know when he had untucked from his clothes. “Ah! Wait!” You called out in protest from still feeling extra sensitive. You saw his eyes darken a fraction instead before he pushed into you, your head falling back against the bed as you choked on a moan.

“I told you we had already waited long enough,” He said, punctuating his words with thrusts, not giving you time to adjust. Stu groaned from behind you as his gaze fixed on the way your tits bounced with Billy’s thrusts. “Fuck man, I just finished, watching you two is gonna get me hard again,” He grumbled. “Not my fucking problem,” Billy bit back as struggled from the tightness of your cunt gripping him. You whined and squirmed from the overstimulation which Billy chuckled at. “You can take it, bunny,” He commented before groaning as his gaze caught sight of the bulge in your tummy from where he was fucking you. “Fuck, look at that,” He said as one of his hands moved to push down on the bulge, making you gasp and writhe. “Shit,” You heard Stu groan as he caught sight of your tummy bulge from Billy. “Your cunt was fucking made for us, wasn’t it?” Billy asked as you found yourself unable to reply. “Aw, did we already fuck you, stupid bunny?” He teased as your doe-eyed gaze caught his, and you nodded submissively in response. The two of them groaned at your response, and you felt Billy’s dick twitch inside you. “I know you have another orgasm in you. C’mon milk my cock for me baby,” Billy demanded as his hand that had been on the bulge moved down to play with your clit, making you whine against the overstimulation.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you gasped and struggled against the waves of painful pleasure, feeling the coil within yourself grown tighter and tighter before it snapped. You felt tears begin rolling down your cheeks at the intense orgasm as you spasmed on Billy’s cock, making him moan out. It wasn’t long before you felt him twitch before he bit into your shoulder as you felt his warm cum spill into your wet cunt. You sobbed against the intense sensations as he fucked you both through your orgasms. Once he stilled in you, you fought to catch your breath, to which you heard Stu giggle above the both of you. “Goddamn, you made her cry,” He commented to which Billy leaned up over you again looking down at your wet face before groaning. “Fuck,” He swore, and you felt his cock start to harden inside of you again, which made you gasp.

You sighed in relief for a moment when you felt Billy pull out of you, before whimpering when you heard his next words. “Your turn,” He said, nodding to Stu. Stu giggled excitedly before crawling on the bed with you two. Billy moved you and him so he was behind you leaning against the bed frame and Stu was in front of you. Your head limply laid against Billy’s chest as Stu looked over your fucked out body. “Shit, look at her,” Stu giggled before leaning down, so his face was level with your cunt, you blinked open your eyes just to see him and whined knowing your pleasurable torture was soon to continue. Billy chuckled at your reaction and brushed your hair off your back and over your shoulder as he placed surprisingly soothing kisses against your shoulders. Your eyes shut as you moaned out when you felt Stu lick up Billy’s cum dripping out of you.

Stu experimentally probed his tongue into you as he pulled out more of Billy’s cum to lap up. It faintly occurred to you that the two of them had probably fucked each other before. Stu groaned at the taste before moving to circle your clit with his tongue, choking your thoughts and losing yourself again to the intense pleasure. “Ngh- Please,” You sobbed which made Stu groan, the feeling making your sob turn into a moan as he sucked onto your clit, his hands grasping at your thighs and trying to pull you ever closer. “Please what?” Billy asked from behind you as he began sucking hickeys into the crook of your neck. “Please,” You choked out, too far gone to know what you were begging for anymore. Billy chuckled against your neck at your broken pleas. “I think she wants to cum again, Stu,” He commented, which made Stu eat you out with even more fervor than before. You sobbed at the familiar feeling of your orgasm creeping up on you for the third time. You tensed as you felt the pleasurable coil overstimulate you as you approached the edge. “C’mon baby, cum for us,” Billy commanded as you sobbed broken moans as you fell over the edge again. Stu groaned from between your thighs as you tasted your new wave of slick. You cried as Stu carried you through your orgasm. Your sobs picking up as you came down, and your sensitivity kicked in extra hard. Stu pulled back covered in your slick, and you felt Billy lift his head from where he had been busy sucking hickeys onto your skin to look at Stu. You fluttered your eyes open in time to catch them exchanging gazes before Stu leaned towards Billy and Billy grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. Billy groaned at the mixed taste of your slick and Stu’s saliva. You watched in awe as they made out. 

When they pulled back, Stu looked over at you before giggling, “What? Surprised?” He asked, to which you just looked at him with starry eyes. Billy raised an eyebrow behind you at your lack of response. “Man, I think we fucked her out of words. She’s looking at me like I hung the stars,” Stu giggled, which made Billy groan. “You got one more round in you, bunny?” Billy asked from behind you, and you hummed affirmatively in response as you leaned back against him. You didn’t see the look Billy gave Stu, but Stu shuffled to move your thighs so he could line himself up with your entrance. You moaned as you felt Stu fill you to the brim in one harsh thrust. Stu moved to kiss along your neck, licking up some dried blood from what had been smudged on you earlier. You gasped when you felt Billy’s fingers prod at your backside. “Relax baby,” You heard Billy purr in your ear, so you did your best to relax your muscles as his fingertip prodded into you. 

You gasped and whined as you felt him slowly prepping you, while Stu stayed as still as he could. After a few moments, you felt a second finger creep up to join the first. You arched at the still new sensation to you. Billy chuckled at your reaction before continuing to prep you. Once he deemed you ready, he pulled his fingers from you, causing you to whine at the loss. “It’s okay bunny, you’ll be full again soon,” Billy whispered as the tip of his dick prodded at your back entrance. As he pushed into you, you gasped and squirmed. “Shit, she’s getting even tighter,” Stu groaned out as Billy slowly continued filling you up. Once Billy bottomed out in you, you squirmed as you adjusted to the sensation. Eventually, you started gasping and squirming, looking for more. “Ah, there we go,” Billy cooed as he felt you looking for more pleasure from them. 

At that Billy began thrusting into you, making you moan, but when Stu also began you moving your mind started swimming. You felt like you were drowning in the pleasure they were giving you. Billy hands rested on your waist and Stu’s on your thighs as they fucked you in tandem. Your hands reached out around the back of Stu’s neck as you clawed at his back, making Stu moan from the mix of pleasure and pain. You felt incredibly full from both of them inside of you. “Fuck, man,” Stu swore as you felt one of his hands leave your thigh to press on the even bigger bulge in your tummy than before. He moved to grab one of Billy’s hands and moved it to the bulge, making Billy groan as well. Billy’s hand moved away from the bulge and trailed up to your throat as Stu kept his hand pressed on the bulge, deeping the fullness you were reeling from. “One more, bunny, one more,” Billy commanded as his hand rested on your throat before he applied pressure, your moans getting choked into broken sobs and gasping for air. You tightened around them both as pleasure surged through you, and you fought for air. Just as you were about to peak, Billy released his grasp and oxygen flooded through you, making you cum and sob on their cocks. 

“Just like that, fuck,” Billy groaned as Stu twitched before painting your insides white from your fluttering cunt gripping him so tightly. Stu moaned and buried his head in your neck as Billy’s head fell back against the headboard as he also let go and buried his dick in you, letting you milk his cum as he shot rope after rope into you. You gasped and whined at how stuffed you felt. They fucked you through your combined orgasms before they stilled in you. You felt Billy press a tender kiss against your head as Stu cuddled into you, and you pulled him closer with your arms around the back of his neck. After several moments, you wet your lips before attempting to speak. “Did I do good?” You asked leaning into their touches as Billy and Stu chuckled. “You did perfect,” Billy said, calling back to when Stu said you’d be perfect. You smiled lazily at that. “Don’t think we’re letting you go anywhere now, though,” Stu replied, squeezing you for emphasis. You felt Billy nod in agreement behind you. “Why would I want to go anywhere else?” You asked genuinely confused by the idea that you’d try to run away from them. Billy chuckled before placing another tender kiss to your shoulder blades. “Damn, you’re just as crazy as us, huh?” He teased to which you giggled at. “Maybe,” You replied, letting comfort wash over you, your two new lovers may be serial killers, but their arms felt like the best place in the world to you.

[kxsagi]

Hiiiiii I have a request!!

okokok. College AU where Kaiser is the president of a frat, so of course he hosts lots of parties where people drink and dance and have fun…

anyways, Kaiser is in an kind of friends with benefits situation with the reader, so they’re not really dating but he’s like her best friend (who happens to also kiss her on the cheek and put his arm around her waist hehe)…

so at one of said parties, some freshmen try to flirt with reader…and Kaiser is not happy.

sorry this is long!! love you!

“𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬”

a/n: omg i LOVE this request and love you too! thank you for making it so detailed as well lol, it really helps

and thank you so much for being so patient with me, this request has been in my inbox for a while 🥲 (i promise i am getting to other requests soon and in the order that they were requested in!)

(art credits go to GZGZ_ggg on X)

you weren’t even trying to attract attention tonight. 

you’d stuck to your usual: simple jeans, a cute top, your hair done just enough to look like you put in effort without really putting in effort. the only reason you were at this frat party in the first place was because kaiser had insisted. 

“mandatory attendance,” he’d said, throwing his arm around your shoulders. “you’re basically my first lady. what kind of frat president would i be without my hottest friend here?” 

friend. right. that’s all you are. friends with benefits. with stupid little perks like him kissing your cheek when he’s tipsy and tucking you into his bed when you fall asleep after screaming his name the whole night. definitely just friends. 

you’re leaning against the hallway wall outside the kitchen, sipping your drink and trying to make yourself look busy when a group of freshmen walk past and double back immediately. 

they look like they just walked out of an H&M sale and bathed in cheap cologne. one of them – tall, cocky, thinks he’s charming – leans a hand on the wall near your head. 

“haven’t seen you around before,” he says. “you new?” 

you glance at him with the flattest expression you can muster. “junior.” 

“no way,” the second one laughs, looking you up and down. “you don’t look like a junior.” 

you deadpan. “thanks, i guess.” 

“we’re new here,” the first guy says, flashing a smile that’s definitely gotten him out of a few parking tickets. “trying to meet people. what’s your name?” 

you open your mouth to give a polite-but-firm brush off, until a familiar arm snakes around your waist. 

kaiser’s grip is strong. tighter than usual. 

“she’s not interested,” he says coolly, his chin brushing your temple as he leans in close. “move along.” 

the first freshman laughs, not backing off even a little. “bro, relax. we’re just talking.” 

“yeah,” the second one chimes in, smirking. “didn’t realize we needed clearance to have a conversation.” 

you roll your eyes and try to step out of kaiser’s hold, not because you’re on the freshmen’s side, but because this – his whole clingy, overbearing energy – is starting to wear thin. 

“michael,” you mutter under your breath, nudging him with your elbow, “it’s not a big deal. seriously.” 

he doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch. just looks the guys dead in the eye and goes, “it becomes a big deal when people don’t take a fucking hint.” 

and that’s when freshman number one decides to press his luck. 

“okay, but... you’re not even dating her, right?” he gestures between you two with a smug little tilt of his head. “so technically, she’s single.” 

the silence that follows is dangerous. 

kaiser’s arm drops from your waist, and for a second you think he’s actually going to let it go. but then he steps forward, chest to chest with the guy, and suddenly the air gets colder. 

“what did you just say?” kaiser says, voice low and sharp. 

you grab his arm. “michael. don’t.” 

the freshman shrugs, trying to look casual but clearly rattled by the shift in energy. “i’m just saying. if you’re not her boyfriend, then –” 

“then you should shut your fucking mouth,” kaiser snaps. 

his whole posture shifts. he’s no longer the smug, charming frat president who knows he looks good in every photo. now he’s just furious, protective in a way that has nothing to do with titles and everything to do with you. 

“you think you’re smart?” he continues, stepping in closer. “trying to loop-hole your way into hitting on her? you think that makes you clever?” 

the freshman stammers, looking to his friend for backup, but the guy’s already backing away. 

kaiser doesn’t let it go. “you think just because i haven’t put a label on her, you get a shot? you think you get to decide what she is or isn’t to me?” 

“michael,” you say again, more firmly now. “stop.” 

his chest is rising and falling a little faster. his jaw is clenched so tight it could crack. finally, he steps back, running a hand through his hair like he’s trying to calm himself down. 

the freshmen scatter without another word. 

you sigh, glaring at him. “what the hell was that?” 

he meets your eyes, still tense. “i told you. i don’t like people thinking they can touch you.” 

“you don’t own me,” you snap, the words sharper than you meant them to be. “we’re not even together.” 

kaiser blinks at you like the idea is foreign. like he genuinely forgot that you're not officially his. “yeah. and?” 

you stare at him. “and you don’t get to act like this. you don’t get to flip out just because someone hit on me. if you want that kind of say in my life, then you need to –” 

“then maybe we should be together,” he says. 

your breath catches in your throat. “what?” 

he shrugs like it’s not a big deal, but his voice is hoarse and low. “i don’t want to do this halfway anymore.” 

you open your mouth. close it. your heart is thudding too fast for you to come up with anything clever. 

“you don’t have to say anything now,” kaiser murmurs, stepping closer again, more gentle this time, like the storm has passed. “but if some idiot ever says you’re ‘technically single’ again, i want it to be a lie.” 

and just like that, you forget how to breathe. 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[lovesickgrlsrh0t]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Day One , Body Worship ⭑.ᐟ

༉‧₊˚🕯️KINKTOBER '24 ❀༉‧₊˚.

CONTENTS INCLUDE : SMUTTT, praise, established relationship, oral (male!reciving) p in v, cowgirl, subby!spencer, softdom!reader, afab!reader, creampie (oopsies)

NOTES : guess who's doing kinktober despite the many drafts that she has yet to get started on ? (me, it's me) this is supposed to be a once a week sort of thing ig so. technically i'm like a week behind lol (anotha one droppin soon!!) hope u enjoy xxx

"you look so pretty like this, laid back as i take care of you." the whispered words rung in spencer's ears as you down kissed his neck, unbuttoning his dress shirt quickly. he attempted to untie your dress, but you quickly brushed his hands away.

"tonight is about you, darling." spencer obliged, letting you push him gently into the mattress. you smiled at the sight of his bare torso. spencer flushed, feeling shy under your unwavering stare. you gently traced the scars from his job, kissing each of them soothingly.

"you're so strong, spence; you know that right? every day you go out there just to help others, doing this dangerous job. seeing things most people can go their entire live without seeing." you murmured, looking up to meet his gaze. his lips were parted, his doe eyes fixated on you.

"so beautiful." you leaned up to kiss him, cupping his cheek as your lips touched. it was tender and short, and you soon continued your journey downwards.

your plush lips gently grazed his thighs, spreading them as you kissed the most intimate part of him. spencer's breath hitched, his nimble fingers enveloping themselves in your hair as you took him into your mouth. his musky, masculine went straight to your rubbing thighs, urging you on to take another inch.

moans and soft groans were the only things you heard from spencer. you savored his symphony of pleasure, slurping every drop of precum that dropped from his tip. your tongue ran along the veins of his thick member, kissing the soft skin teasingly.

"fuckin' hell, sweetheart." he gritted out, pulling you up by your chin. "if i'm gonna cum, i'd prefer for it to be in you, love," spencer whispered, his intense gaze making you ache.

you pulled your panties to the side, sinking onto his hardened length slowly. your combined moans melding as your hips meet. "h-holy shit.." spencer whined, his head falling back into the pillows. "that feel good?" you asked softly, rocking your hips slowly.

your fluttering cunt around him had spencer going nuts. "feels..feels fuckin perfect, babe. fuck, i love you so much.." he rambled, his hips bucking into you instinctively in time with your rocking hips. his large hands move to squeeze your ass, gently guiding your rocking hips to repeatedly hit your g-spot.

lewd sound of skin slapping filled your bedroom, in time with spencer's increasing groans. your nails left crescent moons into his chest, along with the other tiny marks on his body. "pussy fucking meant for me...love you, baby..." he rambled senselessly, fucking into you faster and faster. "god, spence, you're gonna make me cum..."

"yeah? you're gonna cum?" he groaned, gripping you tightly as your moans grew louder. "f-fuck, spencer-" the feeling of your cunt pulsing around him was too much for spencer to handle. within moments, he came hard, his seed painting your walls white.

he peppered soft 'love yous' into your skin, helping you slide off of his softening dick as his release dripped out of you. the sight made spencer moan, making him whisper into your ear, "you up for round two?"

[harksness]

A/N: i was so feral over detective harkness i wrote a quick lil smut fic (thanx to the rings anon who gave me an idea for this lol <3)

also I KNOW SHES TECHNICALLY AGNES HERE SHHHH JUST GO WITH IT

Warnings: SMUT, oral, Agatha receiving, hair pulling, degradation and praise. Dom! Agatha as per usual. Sub! Reader as per usual.

WC: 2.1k

Carefully, you push the door to Agatha’s office closed behind you and twist the lock. She doesn’t even notice that you entered, hunched over her desk with papers and files sprawled out beneath her, pen clenched in her left hand as she bends over the mess. Strands of hair had slipped out of her ponytail, hanging along the sides of her face.

Once in a while you’ll surprise her at work like this. She’s been so stressed lately that she hasn’t been sleeping through the night. That's not abnormal for your wife, she is a bit of a workaholic afterall, but sometimes she just needs you to drag her back into reality. And that's been hard to do with your conflicting work schedules and her long days lately.

Slowly, so you don't startle her, you walk over to Agatha’s desk. Her eyes glance up to you but don’t seem to process you right away as the flick back down to her work, before landing back on you again. As the realization finally sinks in, a smile grows on her features.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

Your heart leaps into your throat at the way she shoots you a wide grin, legs spreading as she leans back in her office chair to look up at you.

“Hey, even hotter stuff.”

She snorts at your flirting, throwing her pen down onto her desk. It makes you feel a little too smug that it's so easy for her to forget her work when you're around.

“You don’t look in the mirror as much as you should. You’re obviously the hotter stuff.”

She argues lightheartedly as you turn and lean against the desk next to her, the plush of your ass digging into the edge of the tabletop as you smile down at her.

“Well I could say the same thing to you.”

Again, she snorts.

“I’ve barely slept the last few days, my eye bags are huge, my hair is a mess and I’ve got stains all down the front of my frumpy flannel. I’m not hot right now.”

Agatha's eyes are tired and her words make your heart ache in your chest. She's always the most beautiful thing in the world, the details don't matter. She's just always stunning.

You lean in towards her and take her face in your hands, her eyes fluttering closed as she leans into your touch.

“You’re always hot, baby.. It doesn’t matter the circumstances.”

You coo at her, a little laugh escaping her lips as you lean in and press a kiss to her forehead. You decide to speak up before she can continue arguing you, knowing her stubbornness wouldn't let this go unless you changed the subject.

“You look stressed, my love..”

Agatha groans at your words, frustrated.

“There’s just a lot going on right now.. Yknow?”

You nod your head in understanding. When you married her, you knew this is what you were signing up for. She’s obsessed with her job, gone for long periods of time and unable to take her mind off of her work. And that dedication is something you love about her regardless. You’re okay with being her anchor, tethering her and bringing her back to reality. She always floats back to you when you pull her back down to Earth, and that’s all you could ever ask for. 

You’ll happily keep doing this for the rest of your life.

Leaning down, you press your lips against her cheek in a lingering kiss, lips ghosting against her skin as you speak.

“Why don’t you let me help you take your mind off of things for a bit..”

You whisper against her soft skin, and she lets out an amused noise as you continue to kiss her, your lips moving to trace along her jawline as you guide her head to tilt to the side.

“Baby… Fuck.. We can’t-”

As she says that her hands are reaching for you, grabbing you and pulling you closer. You smile against her skin.

“Are you sure you want me to stop? I will if you really want me to..”

She doesn't answer, torn between doing what she wants and the responsible thing.

You pull back, admiring her beautiful, tired features for a moment. She looks up at you with love pooling in her eyes as you trace your thumb affectionately along her cheek, under the deep purple bags creasing under her pretty bright eyes before placing a lingering kiss on her lips.

Then, you quickly glance behind you at the door you locked on the way in, ensuring it’s still secure before you drop to your knees in front of her, right below her desk and between her spread legs. The firm carpet is rough on your knees but you don't care, the woman before you is more important. She groans and lets out a louder curse at the sight of you before her.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this..”

She breathes the words out and you smile up at her, leaning forward and running your hands up her clothed thighs.

“Then let me make your fantasy come true, baby.. Please?”

You beg sweetly, batting your eyelashes up at her. She digs her teeth into her bottom lip, eyes flickering greedily over you as she contemplates what to do. 

“Fuck, you’re worth getting fired over.”

You’re grinning ear to ear as you lean forward, running your hands from her knees all the way up her thighs and to the waist of her pants. She watches you with eager eyes, greedy smile etched into her pretty pink lips as she raises her hips off the chair.

Quickly, your hands scramble to undo her pants before grabbing the hem and pulling them down and off her legs, underwear and all, leaving her bare for you as more and more of her soft, pale skin is exposed.

She laughs softly at your eagerness, raising a hand to card sweetly through your locks.

“You begged for this, sweet girl.. Now, you better do a good job if you’re willing to risk my career over it.”

She teases and you lean in, holding her gaze as you press a lingering, open mouth kiss to the inside of her knee. You’re a bit insulted by her words.

“I would never leave you unsatisfied..”

You mumble against her plush skin, taking your time as you softly, firmly press your open mouth against her thigh over and over again as you trail kisses further up her legs.

Here and there you bite softly, dragging your teeth across the sensitive flesh. You feel yourself turning into putty beneath her at every soft gasp that slips past her lips, one of her hands mindlessly toying with your hair.

You start to repeat the actions on her other thigh, wanting to lavish her with sweet kisses and worship her when she lets out a frustrated sigh. Agatha winds her fingers into your hair, slumping down even further and spreading her legs wider as she pushes your mouth against her waiting cunt. You groan, immediately parting your lips as you breathe her in eagerly.

“No teasing, sweetheart… You’re gonna be a good girl and give me exactly what I want, aren’t you?”

She coos down at you, soothingly rubbing her fingers against your scalp. Immediately you let out a needy noise against her and nod your head, desperate to please.

“Good fuckin girl.”

Her voice is low as you drag your tongue through her wet folds. She lets out a controlled, quiet noise, only loud enough for you to hear as you lick up her sweetness. Your eyes roll into the back of your head at the taste of her heavy on your tongue.

You begin toying with her clit, first using your tongue to ghost over it in experimental patterns as you try to wind her up. Her chair creaks as she shifts a bit, hand tightening in your hair. 

You can’t get enough of the taste of her. Heavy and metallic and so good, you don't think it could ever be enough. You’d live between her thighs, eating and surviving off of nothing but her pussy for the rest of your life if you could. You make out to kiss the little bud, puckering your lips as you drag them over it before opening your mouth and sucking it between your lips. 

She groans at that, throwing her head back against the back of her seat as you flick your tongue along her clit in quick passes, groaning against her wet cunt as you do. You feel her arousal soaking your lips, and you want to lick up every sweet drop.

“Fuck, baby..”

Agatha curses, heavy breaths dropping from her lips as she looks down at you with lidded eyes. You look back up at her, squirming desperately from your place between her legs.

“You’re such a slut, just for me, hm? So desperate for me to fuck your mouth that you had to crawl under my desk and beg for it, hm?”

Agatha's voice is breathy and erratic as she rests one arm against her chair, canting her hips up against your waiting mouth, her hand buried in your hair and forcing you down and against her with each thrust. You groan against her cunt, breathing heavily as she grinds herself against your tongue. 

You just hold your tongue out for her, letting her guide you however she needs as she fucks herself against your mouth.

“Say it, say you’re my slut with your mouth full of my pussy..”

You groan at her words, nails biting into her calves as you gargle out the words that are muffled by her cunt. She laughs softly, dropping her hips back down onto the chair for a moment and pulling your head back. You heave for air, a stupid smile on your lips as you feel her wetness soaking your lips and chin.

“Say it again.”

Agatha demands, a sadistic grin on her features as she sharply pulls your head back by the fistfull of your hair. You can’t control the moan that bursts past your lips as the delicious sting settles across your scalp.

“I’m your slut, Agatha.. Just yours.. I belong to you..”

You manage to heave the words between breaths and she grins down at you with a satisfied smile on her lips.

“Good girl. Now, get back to work, slut..”

She demands, leaning back into her chair once again and you’re eagerly diving back between her soft thighs, warm and dewey with a thin layer of sweat. Her moans are more frequent now, soft and quiet and deep as they escape her lips. You suck her clit between your teeth gently, flicking your tongue over the nub as quickly as you can.

“Ooooh.. Yes..”

Agatha breathes out, jolting a bit as she raises her hips off of her seat, pressing your needy mouth harder against her wet cunt as she begins to rut against your tongue desperately. You moan into her, meeting each thrust, making sure each movement of your tongue on her clit is calculated and precise.

She gasps sharply, freezing and desperately smushing your face harder against her. You know she’s close, and with that you harshly suck on her clit, hands desperately pawing at her soft thighs as they squeeze around your head, her mouth hung open in a silent moan as she curls in on you, curses dropping from her lips.

Your whole world stops and she’s the only thing that exists as she seizes up, sharp gasps escaping her lips as her eyes pinch shut, body tensing all around you as she cums against your waiting mouth. You watch her with wide eyes, drinking in every little reaction.

A strand of her lovely brown hair sticks to the side of her face, her long, pale neck exposed. You just want to pepper kisses along every inch of her skin. The way her fingers are tightly gripping your hair burns your scalp, but you revel in the sting because it’s just an expression of her pleasure as she cums for you.

With one last relieved gasp her grip on your head loosens and she collapses into her chair, the wheels clanking as she throws her weight back down onto it. She starts breathily laughing, raising one hand to push her stray hairs behind her ears while she rubs soothing circles against your scalp with the other. 

“Ahh.. You’re right.. You never leave me unsatisfied. You’re so good for me, sweet girl..”

She coos, smiling lazily down at you before she leans forward, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. You hum happily, a lovesick grin on your lips.

“I’m always happy to be good for you.."

You smile up at her, resting a cheek on her soft, warm thigh. But the sweet moment is short lived, because your features drop and panic sets in when a firm knocking sounds from her office door.

[vylosinbound]

Hey again!! Hope you're having a great day/night<33

I got an idea that's been on my mind for a while :):)

(If that's okay with you, can you write it as a drabble? Or short fic?)

What about the demon brothers as well as the side characters if possible are invited to Female!MC's House in the human world to have a sleepover! and one of them found her baby pictures (most probably it's be mammon lol) + she got videos on her laptop or smth when she was also baby/toddler maybe one at the beach, one wearing an onesie, yk I think it'd be soo adorable ☺️☺️

Thank you sm in advance<3<3

Hey hey!

Thank you so much for dropping by again, I couldn’t stop smiling while writing it. Since it turned out way longer than expected, I’m starting with the brothers first!

But don’t worry, part two is absolutely on the way with the side characters. Hope you enjoy!

When demons meet baby photos:

The brothers' first time seeing baby MC

Part one

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor.

Genre: Fluff / Humor / Slice of life / Female!MC

During a sleepover at MC’s childhood home in the human world, the demon brothers stumble upon a folder of baby pictures and home videos. Chaos, teasing, and unexpected softness ensue as each of them reacts differently to seeing MC in her tiniest, purest form.

LUCIFER

Lucifer was setting the kitchen table in MC's house when his D.D.D. pinged with an image from Mammon. At first, he ignored it, he had no time for his brothers' usual nonsense. But Mammon sent a second message.

“YO. This is gold. Click it, Lucifer. Trust me.”

He sighed, adjusting his gloves as he picked up the device. The screen lit up. A baby. No, MC. In an oversized red hoodie, crawling across a plush rug, eyes wide and focused, their tiny fists clutching a plastic toy phone. Their cheeks were flushed, and their expression? Pure determination, like they were on a mission only they understood.

Lucifer blinked. For a moment, silence. Then a quiet huff of amusement escaped him. “...Of course,” he murmured. “So even back then, you were stubborn.”

The next image loaded without prompt: MC sleeping in a sunbeam on a pillow that dwarfed them, hugging a small plush sheep. The peacefulness in their face, the innocence of it, it tugged at something buried deep in Lucifer’s chest.

He downloaded it. Quietly. Without comment.

Later that evening, as he sat on the living room couch, MC noticed that he himself was looking at his screen with a subtle smile, he didn’t flinch.

“Sentimental? Me?” He raised an eyebrow. “It’s only for leverage, obviously. You never know when you’ll need to win an argument.” But the next time you accidentally left your D.D.D. unattended, you noticed a new album.

“MC – Protected.”

Password locked.

MAMMON

Mammon had no business being in your room. Technically. But hey, it wasn’t snooping if he was just checking you hadn’t left your wallet around, right?

What he didn’t expect was the little flash drive sticking halfway out from under your pillow. Of course, he took it. Plugged it right into his own D.D.D. because privacy laws are a myth.

And then he screamed.

The video started with MC, tiny, maybe a year and a half, waddling through a garden in a dinosaur onesie. They tripped over a tulip. Fell flat. Then popped back up with a triumphant “RAWR!” that could barely be heard over their own giggles.

Mammon clutched his chest like he was dying.

“WHAT THE HELL?! WHY’RE YOU SO—SO—?!”

He didn’t finish the sentence. Just shoved open the common room door, D.D.D. held high. “EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LOOK AT THIS. THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.”

Mammon proceeded to show them every single file on the flash drive, laughing, crying, yelling about your “genius” choices in toddler hats. He watched the video where you tried to eat spaghetti with your hands twelve times.

When you caught him later, cheeks flushed, misty-eyed and muttering “Yer still my lil’ menace… can’t believe you were this smol,” you asked if he was okay. He made the video his lock screen. He denies it to this day.

LEVIATHAN

Levi was deep into a raid when the image flashed across his screen.

Mammon: “bet you’ve NEVER seen anything this cute”

He groaned. “I’m literally tanking, you normie!”

But he clicked it anyway.

What greeted him was a photo of MC, around three years old, standing in front of a kiddie pool. Their hair was soaked. Their tiny hand held a plastic sea serpent. Glitter clung to their cheeks. They were grinning, one front tooth missing.

Levi dropped his controller.

“WH—WHA—!!” he stuttered, practically falling out of his chair. He began pacing, flailing wildly. “How is this real?! Were you born to be anime?!”

An hour later, his room was covered in digital printouts of the photo, lovingly framed with titles like “MC-chan: Episode Zero” and “Glitter Level: MAX”. He made an entire moodboard. He created a digital shrine.

When you visited later and asked why his screen was cycling baby photos of you like a magical girl intro sequence, he looked away, cheeks red.

“I-It’s for inspiration. Yeah. Totally. Inspiration…” He never stopped using “Glitter Pool MC” as his loading screen background.

SATAN

Satan had always found human homes oddly comforting, cluttered, warm, full of little forgotten stories.

He wandered the hallway of MC’s childhood house with a quiet curiosity, fingertips brushing the spines of old storybooks stacked on shelves and photographs hung slightly askew. Then he found it: a small wicker box labeled “MC’s Early Years.”

He opened it.

Inside, nestled between soft baby booties and crayon drawings, was a faded photo. Baby MC, no older than two, sitting in a pile of open books, one upside-down in their lap, pointing at the pictures with furrowed brows as if trying to decode a great mystery.

He sat down, entranced. Another photo showed them with a paper crown, surrounded by stuffed animals, mid-speech, commanding an imaginary kingdom. Satan’s lips curled into a genuine smile. “You’ve always had a flair for drama, haven’t you?”

He spent the next hour quietly exploring the box like a sacred archive. One video, in particular, made him pause: toddler MC babbling animatedly to a cat while holding a board book, pretending to read aloud. "You were trying to teach it to read," he whispered.

Later that night, he returned to the box. Not for research. Just to sit beside it on the carpet and smile at the soft evidence that even then, you were chaotic, curious, and lovable.

When you found him there and asked what he was doing, he looked up, surprisingly honest. “You were... adorable. But more than that, you were you, even then.”

He didn’t need blackmail. He was just quietly enchanted.

ASMODEUS

Asmo’s shriek could’ve cracked glass.

“I CAN’T—I CAN’T—YOU WERE SO. TINY.”

He clutched the framed photo to his chest like it was holy. “Look at this baby! Look at that SKIN! That perfect plump cheek! The pose! The accessories!”

You winced. “Asmo, that was literally a Halloween costume. I was a turnip.”

“A STYLISH turnip, darling! You were ahead of your time!” Asmodeus dragged you to your childhood bedroom, dug through boxes, and uncovered a glittery plastic tiara and a rainbow feather boa. He gasped.

“You WORE this?! Oh we are recreating this. Right. Now.”

You spent the next hour wrapped in childhood clothes while Asmo snapped dozens of photos, cooing and giggling.

But then he found a video, baby MC dancing in front of a mirror, clapping and spinning, cheeks red, singing nonsense songs to themselves.

He fell silent. “…You were glowing.”

He didn't speak for a while after that. He just watched the video on repeat, hand over his heart, eyes misty. “Even then,” he murmured later, when you caught him in your room watching it again, “you knew how to make someone fall for you.”

He uploaded a filtered baby pic to Devilgram, just your hand clutching a tiny rattle, captioned: “Even before you knew what beauty was, you were it.” He added a heart emoji. Then made it his lock screen.

BEELZEBUB

Beel followed the scent of something sweet and comforting into the kitchen, only to find MC’s father offering him a slice of homemade banana bread and a seat at the table.

“MC used to love helping with this,” their dad said fondly. “Though... most of it ended up on the floor.”

Beel took a bite, and froze. Memory hit like a wave. The flavor was warm and familiar. He didn’t understand how, until the father chuckled and pulled out a photo album from the counter drawer.

He opened to a page: baby MC in a high chair, covered head to toe in banana batter, proudly holding a spoon like a trophy. Beel smiled. “You still make that face when you eat something you like,” he said quietly.

He looked through every page slowly, reverently. Photos of toddler MC chasing bubbles in the yard. Of them hugging their baby sibling. Of them asleep on the couch, surrounded by cookie crumbs.

When you came in and found him still at the table, he looked up with a half-eaten slice of bread in one hand and a photo in the other. “I think I want to learn to make this with you,” he said. “So we can bake... and make new memories.”

You gave him the photo of baby-you with the spoon. He keeps it tucked into the back of his protein bar drawer.

BELPHEGOR

Belphie hadn’t moved in half an hour. He was lying across your childhood bed, nose buried in one of your old plush blankets, a cow-patterned stuffed animal tucked under his chin. The room was dim and cozy, just the way he liked it.

But then he noticed something sticking out from under the pillow.

A polaroid.

You, barely more than a baby, sprawled in a crib with the same stuffed cow, mouth open, drooling on the pillow, one leg dangling dramatically over the edge. He snorted. “So dramatic even in your sleep, huh?”

He wandered out to the hallway where the others were watching videos. You were no older than three, curled up in a laundry basket full of towels, fast asleep, snoring softly. "That’s adorable,” he said. “...And accurate.” Later, you found him curled up under the same childhood blanket, watching a looped video of baby-you napping in increasingly weird places, inside a dog bed, halfway off a beanbag, under the kitchen table.

He pulled you down beside him, wrapped the blanket around you both. “You still do that,” he mumbled sleepily. “Fall asleep wherever I am.” His voice was barely audible as he closed his eyes.

“I think I liked you even back then... and I didn’t even know it.”

[tojilvrs]

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ FUCK MY EX! (AND HIS BOSS) ceo!toji fushiguro x fem reader (2.7k)

repost from my old blog!!!

⁂ warnings: MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI! toji’s not a bum, reader gets cheated on (not by toji), m receiving oral, pet names, degradation, rough sex, reader’s ex sees them at the end, unprotected sex, creampie, sex as a revenge ploy, some praise, foot on head during doggy (does this have a technical name lol?), also tagging foot fetish JUST IN CASE the last thing counts lol, toji coerces reader, use of the name ‘daddy’ ONCE, spanking, some aftercare, toji steals your panties (and your heart), reader has hair long enough to be pulled

⁂ a/n: this fic literally came out of nowhere i had no plans of writing until i saw twitter porn and a little lightbulb formed above my head. anywho this is not great i wrote and proofread it while i was sleepy so if there’s mistakes don’t tell me i will get embarrassed!!!! THE PACING MIGHT ALSO BE HORRID i was just trying to get my claws on some fictional wiener. k luv u alllll <3

You never thought you could get this low.

You also never thought you’d come home to find your now ex-boyfriend balls deep in his coworker he told you not to worry about.

Way past the stages of hurt and with no more tears left to spill, you found yourself angry. You were pissed at your ex for being unfaithful. Pissed at the woman for fucking around with a man she knew was not available. And pissed at yourself for not figuring it out sooner. Once you got over your sorrows and finally felt able to pull yourself together, you just wanted to rid your apartment of anything that reminded you of him.

That's how you found yourself across the table from that rat bastard's boss. A box full of his old shit perched in your lap and your nails tapping the side of the cardboard. Scanning the room of Mr. Fushiguro's luxurious office and finding yourself filling with rage all over again knowing that the last time you were here, you were helping him get promoted.

"Pleasure seeing you again," you watched as Mr. Fushiguro took a seat in his plush office chair, "though it appears you're here to play the part of 'scorned girlfriend' instead of ‘concerned girlfriend, hm?’ Word travels fast ‘round here.”

"Ex-girlfriend."

"Right," he clasped his hands together over his chest and kicked his feet up onto his desk, knocking over his name plate, “so what're you here for, scorned ex-girlfriend?"

"Just want to give his shit back. Passing it on to you so I won't have to see him and blondie going at it in your breakroom." You watched the man crack a smile before speaking again.

"S'all you’re gonna do?" He knew your answer by the way you tore your eyes off of him and focused them on the box in your lap instead. Slightly slumping down in your chair as if you were a child in trouble trying to evade the scrutinizing gaze of a parent “Oh, don’t tell me you’re just gonna let bygones be bygones and let him get away with it scott free.”

His tone made you feel like your entire situation was almost comical. You looked back up and narrowed your eyes at the man. Scanning his face and watching the scar on his lip twitch when the corner turned up in a smirk.

“Mr. Fushiguro-“

“Don’t have to be all formal now, call me Toji.”

“Okay, what exactly are you implying, Toji?” he sighed before standing up from his desk and fixing his name plate, smirk never falling from his lips and eyes never leaving yours.

“I know he is my employee, but i’m not really… fond of him either. And you’re too pretty of a girl to just let him get away with cheating. It’d make you feel better to hurt ‘em a little bit. Get a little revenge.”

You broke away eye contact from him again to look around his office. Taking note of how sparsely decorated the area was as you pondered and tried to avoid his eyes. It wasn’t the most mature or logical decision, but he was right. It would make you feel better to make him hurt just a little bit. “And how exactly might I go about that?”

Toji laughed a little as he walked around the desk, taking the box out of your lap and placing it on the floor before settling himself behind you. The sweet tobacco scent of his cologne invaded your nostrils as he got closer to you, making his presence feel almost suffocating.

“Y’know what would really get him?” His voice sounded as if it were laced with a honeyed sweetness. The sound surrounding you and ringing around in your ears. He shifted his feet, but you still felt the heat radiating off of him and onto your back.

“What?”You felt him grow closer. Leaning down behind you. So close that you could feel his breath fan against your skin.

“Fuckin’ his boss.”

The lewd suggestion tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes widening and mouth going dry once you realized exactly what he was proposing to you. You opened your mouth to protest. To tell him how absolutely ridiculous that was, but your words fell short. Closing your mouth again to look down and stare at the indentions the corners of the cardboard box had left in your skin.

You couldn’t say that you hadn’t let your eyes linger a little too long at Toji Fushiguro. Always noticing how easy he was on the eyes when your ex would make you tag along to work events. How his suits would perfectly contour to his body. Showing off his bulging muscles through the fabric. How he seemed to tower over you and everyone else with his height and domineering presence. How your gazes would linger a little too long on each other and how his fingertips would “accidentally” graze your hips when passing you.

You were taken away from your thoughts by the feeling of his fingers slowly caressing up and down your jaw. His touch soft, contrasting the rough calluses that lined his fingers. You also realized he had now moved directly in front of you and you were eye-level with his crotch.

“What’ll it be, sweetness?” The tip of his thumb travelled up to your bottom lip, smearing some of your lipgloss. “Y’gonna let me help you get back at him?”

You slowly looked up at him and nodded your head, still not trusting any words to come out of your mouth. He smiled down at you, removing the hand on your chin to pet your head and using his other to unbutton his slacks.

“Gonna make you feel so good, you’ll forget allllll about your little ex-boyfriend.”

You were still looking up at him dumbly as he freed heavy cock from the confines of his pants, subconsciously parting your lips and slightly sticking out your tongue at the sight of him. Relishing in the way he looked at you and the noises he made once his cock makes contact with your awaiting tongue.

“Already so good and fuckin’ obedient. Did he teach you that?” You shake your head and he cackles. Easing his way into your throat. “So you’re just naturally a whore, huh?” He lightly slaps your cheek, not even hard enough to sting, and moves from petting your head to gripping your hair once you take him all the way into your mouth. Testing your limits and pushing his way past the tight ring of muscle in the back of your throat, loving the way you choke and sputter around him. “Takin’ me so good. Bet that motherfucker couldn’t properly stuff your throat.”

Toji’s right- he couldn’t. He also isn’t quite as big as Toji is either, in both length and girth. It also seems that the man in front of you didn’t learn to fuck from porn like your ex did. Only pushing your limits a little bit at a time and not throatfucking you from the get-go. Also making sure you’re not suffocating on him for too long.

You began to move your tongue over the vein that ran on the underside of his cock, watching in satisfaction as he throws his head back and groans. Doing it again and again and watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit, baby, got the sweetest fuckin’ mouth.” His voice is huskier now, almost breathy. You watch as sweat begins to lightly bead across his forehead and his hands come off of you to loosen his tie around his collar. The air becoming too thick and hot for him. You suck him off with much more passion as you get used to his size. Bobbing your head up and down his length and occasionally pulling yourself off to lick on the sensitive skin around his balls. Not paying much mind to the spit that has run from your mouth and covered the bottom half of your face.

“That’s it- hah- fuck yeah… that’s it. Gonna cum down that pretty fuckin’ throat” You kept up your ministrations, using your hand to lightly squeeze his balls as you took his full length down your throat once more. Listening as Toji’s pants became progressively more and more uneven. Only taking a few more short moments before his abs tighten and he takes in a deep inhale as he shoots his load down your throat. His leg twitching as the coil in his belly snaps. Pulling off of him to stick out your tongue and show him that you swallowed it all.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, aren’t you?” He gripped your chin tightly and you nodded your head dumbly, fiddling with the hem of your skirt. He smiled and gestured for you to walk over to the plush, black couch he kept in his office. A guiding hand resting on your lower back as he layed you down on your stomach. He took his time running his hands from your calves all the way up to your ass, like he was trying to memorize every dip in your skin. Once he reached the hem of your skirt, he flipped it up. Gently running the palms of his hands over the smooth skin and giving the right cheek a harsh slap and soothing the sting with the very same hand that inflicted it.

“Suckin’ dick make you this wet?” Your slick had soiled your panties, smearing onto your thighs. His fingers lightly ran across the soaked fabric. You felt the couch dip under his weight as he settled behind you, feeling the fabric of his haphazardly pulled down pants and the heat of whatever skin that was exposed press into you.

“Sucking yours does.” you gasp as he pushes your panties to the side to make contact with your swollen clit. The cool air of his office hitting your soaked center makes you shiver. “You’re gentler than I thought you’d be.”

“Oh baby,” He pauses, taking his hands off of you to maneuver himself around, “you haven’t had the worst yet.”

You’re comfused until you feel the tip of his cock prodding your entrance and begin to push in. Your walls greedily sucking him in even though it felt as if he was splitting you in two.

“Tight as a fuckin’ virgin, y’gotta open up for me, girl.” His fingers rub tight circles on your clit. Using that to his advantage to thrust his cock deeper and deeper into you until he’s bottomed out. Your hips arching into him as any remnants of pain begin to wash away and are overtaken with white-hot pleasure. His hands find purchase on your hips as his thrusts begin to speed up. Going harder into you and somehow hitting you deeper each time, causing tears to spring in corners of your eyes.

“Already cryin’ on my cock and we’ve barely even started? Slut can’t handle it?” He slaps your ass again, not caring if it stings. You furiously shake your head as moans and whimpers spill from your lips. Trying your hardest to match his brutal pace with your own hips. “Oh, you think you can take control now, huh? I’d watch it, little girl.”

At first you think he pushes your face into the couch with his hand. That’s until you realize that both his hands are still on your hips and it’s actually his foot that’s found its place on the back of your head as he continues to fuck the memory of your ex out of you. Your pussy clenching down on him at the mere thought of the position.

“Like being treated like a whore don’t you? Shitty man couldn’t do it like I can.” You couldn’t respond back even if you tried. Too caught up in the feeling of being stuffed full by the most skilled man you’ve ever fucked and biggest cock you’ve ever taken. Writhing under him as the pleasure of his tip repeatedly hitting your spot over and over again was becoming almost too much.

Toji must’ve felt the way your pussy began to tighten around him or how your moans were so loud the couch wasn’t muffling them well anymore. His hand snaked around your hip and back down to your clit to rub shapes on it, bringing your closer to your peak.

“That’s right, cum on this cock baby. Hah- cum all over my fuckin’ cock.” He spoke to you through gritted teeth and the sound went straight to your core. It wasn’t long after that your back slipped into a deeper arch and your cunt clenched down on him even harder. A white ring of cream forming around the base of his dick as he worked you through your orgasm and worked himself closer to his.

“Such a good girl. You’re gonna take my cum, yeah? Gonna let me fill you up?” You nodded a quick yes, pussy still quaking from your orgasm. the only thing keeping your hips from collapsing into the couch being the vice grip of his strong hands.

The foot pressed into your head was removed and replaced by his right hand gripping your hair and pulling you up to meet his face. Looking him in the eyes for the first time since he started fucking you and seeing the beast of a man he’s become. Pupils blown, hair messy, and face sweaty as his grunts get louder, more aggressive.

“So pretty baby. You’re my good, pretty girl, right? C’mon, daddy a kiss when he cums. You’ve been so. fucking. good.” The last of his words were punctuated by rough thrusts into your heat. His heavy balls slapping against your clit so hard it was making you jump. You craned your head back even more for your lips to meet his in a sloppy, lust-filled kiss as he lets out a final rough grunt into your mouth. The familiar warmth flooding your pussy as his thrusts begin to let up.

He’s gentle with you for the first time in a while, gently resting your head back down to the couch before slowly pulling his softening dick out, tucking it back into his underwear, and smoothing your skirt back down. Rubbing a hand over the arch of your back and letting you rest on his couch as he pulls off your soiled panties and pockets them for himself. Also noticing a patch of your slick that has soiled the front of his pants and smiling as a mix of both of your releases begin to trickle out of your spent hole. Using two of his fingers to push it back in. The room is quiet for the first time in a long while. Only sound being the oscillating box fan in the corner of the room. It says quiet for a while, until you break the silence.

“Don’t even think I can remember the fucker’s name anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” You turn over onto your back to face him, watching closely as he fixes his suit to the best of his ability. “Wouldn’t mind seeing you again, if you’d like.”

He turns to face you, smirking again, “Can’t say I’d hate that.”

It’s your turn to smirk at him before letting your head roll over and rest again. Consumed with the thoughts of how that was definitely the best revenge plan you ever participated in.

You’re almost drifting off until that same thought wakes you up again. Sitting up to look at Toji.

“Wait, how was any of that a revenge ploy if he didn’t even see it?” Toji smirks, fixing his tie. Not even a second later you hear a knock on his door before Toji gives the visitor permission to enter.

“You wanted to see m-“ Your ex stops mid-sentence once he sees you lounging on his employer’s couch with his cum leaking out of you. “Wait, what is she doing here?”

“Baby brought your shit by.” Toji kicks the box towards him as he pulls your panties out of his back pocket and swinging them around his index finger. “Anything else you need? Or do you just wanna watch me fuck your ex-girl again?”

[gracie-eilish]

Could you do cut fluff with Billie and mom!reader for Mother’s Day please.

Maybe wakes up before the reader and her and the kids make something for the reader for Mother’s Day

mother’s day

pairings: mom!reader x mom!billie

warnings: none! just a lot of fluff and baby fluff and pregnant fluff and talk of more babies fluff and domestic fluff and did i mention there’s fluff?? only warning is i’m writing this while ovulating so lol

an: welcome to a classic day-after-holiday-self-indulgent-gracie-fic 😀

the sun poured in through the window, casting an ethereal glow on you. a glow that before you started dating, your best friend billie was always jealous of.

you’d have sleepovers and seem to be fresh as a daisy no matter how or where you slept and billie adored it.

even today, sleeping peacefully, on the morning of your fourth mother’s day, cradling your baby bump in sleep.

billie was leaning on the doorframe casually just watching you sleep, keeping an eye down the hall on your two little gremlins who were currently drawing and making cards for the two of you. because god forbid they slept past seven am on mother’s day.

with a soft smile, she pushed off the doorframe closing the door a bit before padding back into the kitchen.

“MOMMY NOT YET!” your oldest, ella, shouted, shielding her mother’s day card for billie from her eyes.

“i’m not looking, i promise i promise!” she giggled at her horrified face, meanwhile her little brother, ollie, sat coloring away in little toddler bliss.

“i’m gonna go see if mama is awake okay? you guys just stay right here, alright?” she pressed a kiss to each of their chubby little cheeks before walking back down the hall. she left the bedroom door open because lord knows coloring could turn into an ER trip with toddlers.

yes, it was technically mother’s day for both of you. but, billie took the reigns on most of it this year, as this was your first mother’s day being pregnant as well. your first baby came in march, and your second was in early may. this year, you were cradling your seven month baby bump, carrying your little summer baby to be.

still sound asleep, billie softly sat down next to you on your side of the bed. with her finger she pushed some hair out of your face and off your neck, exposing your sleeping beauty face. she leaned over and peppered some kisses to your cheek.

“mama bear,” she whispered smiling. “are you awake yet honey?”

you scrunched your nose a bit as your stirred, hand rubbing down your bump before settling at the bottom.

“no. mama bear is sleeping all day,” you whined playfully, your voice scratchy from sleep. but your grogginess floated away as you blinked an eye open to see billie’s soft smile watching you.

“happy mother’s day babygirl,” you giggled, brushing a stray bang from billie’s face.

“happy mother’s day to you too lovey,” billie replied before leaning in for a kiss.

“how did you sleep? okay?” sleep was one sacrifice pregnancy ripped out of your hands, leaving you achey and unable to sleep for long periods of time. and all three babies decided to make your bladder a punching bag for their little feet every night without fail.

“actually pretty good. little bean was quiet last night.” this made billie’s grin explode. she leant over to pepper kisses to the top of your bump.

“hello my little firecracker.” billie had given each of your babies a season appropriate nickname while they were in your belly. ella was born in march, so she was a little shamrock, and ollie was supposed to be born in april so he was a little raindrop, a little raindrop who was so snug and warm, he came a few days late into may.

baby 3 was due in july… and never stopped kicking and moving so a little firecracker felt fitting.

“you sleeping nice and quiet for mama? is that your mother’s day present for her?” billie hand moved from your bump to your back, rubbing softly as she talked to your baby.

“are you hungry yet? my mom ordered us food and it got delivered a bit ago if your ready.”

“oh my fucking god i’m literally starving!” you both cackled, as you basically bolted up, sitting up as fast as you could. billie was about to help you out of bed before the sound of tiny giggles and tiny feet padded down the hallway.

“MOMMYS! we have someting for you,” ella yelled. you could hear ollie giggling behind his pacifier too.

soon enough your babies made their way into the doorway, holding colorful construction paper cards.

“happy birtday!” ollie mumbled out of his paci, making you and billie nearly tear up laughing.

“no it’s happy mommy’s day.” ella, poorly, whispered into his ear. he just turned to look back at us with big little eyes, and put his arms up holding his two cards for his two moms. ella scrambled up onto the bed to come show us hers.

the four of you settled into the bed more comfortably, ella in billie’s lap, and ollie snuggled up to your bump, and you let the little ones show off their cards explaining every scribble and doodle in great detail. many peppered kisses in between ‘thank yous’ and toddler giggles.

“ok should we go get breakfast and bring it to mama?” billie shot you a wink as she rallied the troops. ella sprang right up out of her lap, and stumbled to the kitchen, naturally ollie was excited by the movement and (with billie’s help) clambered off the bed and followed.

“you stay right here okay? i’ll go get it ready and we can eat in bed.”

“i love you way too fucking much,” you sighed dreamily.

“yeah, i know.” billie smirked sending you another wink and a kiss before heading back down the hall.

once everything had been plated and organized on a tray, billie and the kids came back in for a classic breakfast in bed moment. billie’s parents had also send a beautiful bouquet of flowers, now in a vase on the kitchen table.

you all got settled, billie next to you and the kids in your laps and snuggled in your sides all munching away happily on waffles and fruit and vegan bacon and other goodies. the kids fell asleep quickly after finishing their food, having been up since god knows really when in their rooms, tucked in next to you two. carefully as to not wake them, billie moved the tray down onto the floor so you all could get more comfy.

“you really didn’t have to do all this you know, it’s your day too.” you said, poking her arm.

“i know. but i wanted to. take it as that was my mother’s day present, i wanted to spend time with them and i wanted to take care of you. you’re pregnant baby. and you know how i get about that,” she said sternly but softly.

you sighed with a smile and nodded, letting your head rest on her shoulder.

“can i tell you something crazy?” she whispered. you just nodded with a smile.

“i never thought i would be this kind of mom. like the soft mom with a zillion kids who brings oranges to soccer and extra hairspray to ballet,” she started with a giggle. “i always wanted to be a mom, i just kind of thought i’d get married and have kids and ok great that’s it! but, i don’t know, maybe it’s cause im like a real adult now… i love this so much more.” she pouted her lower lip out looking at you, only stopping when she saw your glassy eyes and watery smile.

“WAIT NO! shit sorry i forgot your pregnant! no crying no!! damnit!” the two of you giggled together as she wiped away the few stray tears on your cheeks.

“it’s okay billie, im fine!! that just makes me so happy to hear. i never thought i would get a family like this, and a growing family at that. i mean this is what i dreamed of when i was younger. and now its real! i’m just so happy you’re happy.”

“aw baby,” she replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

the two of you sat in silence for a bit, only sound was the soft breathing of your little ones and each other.

“billie?” you said sheepishly, not making eye contact with her.”

“yeah mama?” she said, eyes closed not noticing your expression.

“can we have more?” her eyes flew open.

“excuse me? are you forgetting something?” she poked at your belly, letting out a laugh.

“no you goose, i mean after this one. i know we originally talked about three before ella was born but. i don’t know, i think we’d be good at that.”

billie didn’t reply instantly. she just smiled and thought about it. coming home from the studio to you with a small baby bump, a toddler on your hip, and a few more running around. or if billie was home for the day, having them all outside swimming in the pool or running in the grass, but they all bolt up to give you hugs when you return home from work.

“you really want a few more?” she kissed your neck. you knew you won. you nodded, finally looking up at her.

“not like anything crazy, but maybe one… or two more.”

“sounds perfect to me mama bear.” your grin grew tenfold at her words.

and it was perfect. and it would be perfect. and everything was just fucking perfect.

[inthekitschen]

TKDB: Who initiates the first kiss?

Had this idea strike me and thought it would be fun! Let me know if you want me to expand on any of them!

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The King | Jin Kamurai

He initiates.

I think it takes a long time, but ultimately, he does it. In an intimate moment, one hand under your chin, he leans in and kisses you.

And it’s over in a second.

He waits for you to say something, or to make the next move. The ball is in your court, now.

The Advisor | Tohma Ishibashi

He initiates... technically.

Tohma leans in, a teasing glint in his eye as your faces are centimeters apart, but that’s where he stays.

It’s up to you to finish the job.

The Archer | Kaito Fuji

He tries to initiate.

Key word tries.

Kaito just gets too in his own head. If you want him to kiss you, you're better off initiating yourself.

The Knight | Lucas Errant

He initiates by asking.

He's a gentleman, after all.

If you say "yes, you can kiss me," and wait, he will kiss you first. But come on, he's too cute for you to not kiss him first after he asks so sweetly.

The Ex-Con | Alan Mido

You initiate.

It happens late into the night, after a mission. You were put in danger and he did what he had to do to protect you.

He's back to thinking you're better off as far away from him as possible.

And you do what you have to do to prove him wrong.

The Influencer | Leo Kurosagi

You initiate.

He's in the middle of digging dirt up on someone who had the audacity to try and get close to you.

Leo gets ugly when he's jealous. You know if you try to defend the other person, he'll turn on you. So instead, you show him he has nothing to worry about.

He makes fun of you for it.

The Rider | Sho Haizono

He initiates.

Another gentleman, he asks first.

But he asks so casually that you get flustered, and he goes for it.

The Ranger | Haru Sagara

You ask him.

He doesn't fully register your question because he's on the move, so he fully just leaves without answering lmao.

Once he realizes what you asked, he uses bahnti to run back to you and plants a big kiss on you.

The Free Sprit | Towa Otonashi

He initiates.

He doesn't ask, but depending on how verbal he is at the moment, he'll tell you he wants to kiss you.

And then he does. It's very simple.

The Slacker | Ren Shiranami

You have to initiate.

Ren will never make that first move.

He walks you back to your dorm after watching a movie together (he just needed to go to the school store, it has nothing to do with you, obviously) and as thanks, you give him a kiss on the cheek.

For the next week, he can't look at you without turning bright red.

The Gambler | Taiga Hoshibami

He kisses you first.

Calling it a kiss is... tame.

He won a hand with you at his side and pretty much devoured you right at the table.

He won't remember doing it.

The Sniper | Romeo Lucci

You initiate.

He's going on and on about BTHs and you go for it.

He yells at you lol.

But then afterwards he finds he likes this outlet for his frustrations better than yelling.

The Paralegal | Ritsu Shinjo

You initiate by bringing up the subject of kissing.

By the end of the business day, you have a fully written-up contract that he insists you read and add your own clauses to, and a consultation fee.

Once everything is signed and agreed upon, he flounders. The logistics are much easier than the real thing.

So you initiate the first actual kiss, too.

And you pay the consultation fee by paying for the dates.

The Actor | Subaru Kagami

You ask him.

He says yes, but then starts rambling about how "you don't have to if you don't want to, I hope I didn't make you think you had to ask just to be polite," etc etc.

And you finally just kiss him to get him out of his own head.

The Flutist | Haku Kusanagi

He brings it up to be flirty, but immediately backtracks and claims it was a joke.

You have to challenge him a little bit; "so you're saying you don't want to kiss me?"

And then he has to backtrack again lol.

After you're done teasing him, he finally kisses you.

The Poet | Zenji Kotadama

He asks you very poetically.

Very poetically.

You can be polite and listen to him wax on about the stars in your eyes, but you're going to be there all day.

It's better to just kiss him first and listen later.

The Vampire | Edward Hart

He kisses you first.

He technically ??asks??? but it's more like he "asks" while his lips are already brushing against yours.

When you say yes, he's another case of 'kissing' being too tame of a word.

The Reaper | Rui Mizuki

You initiate.

Even after his curse is broken, he has a hard time initiating touch; it became a habit to distance himself for his and everyone else's safety.

He'll never say no, but for a long time, he flinches every time you come near. It's not because he doesn't want it, he's just scared of his curse somehow coming back.

The Werewolf | Lyca Colt

He initiates.

He would ask about kissing because he overheard people talking about it and wants to know what the big deal is.

If you get flustered, he'll be confused but will wait for you to say yes before actually kissing you.

The Doctor | Yuri Isami

Another case of you having to initiate because he never will.

And you definitely have to ask first, because if you just get in his face, he will pull away and yell at you about germs.

When you do ask, he still yells at you about germs lol.

But later, after he's (mostly) calmed down, he'll tell you that if you really wish to acknowledge his superior intellect in such a manner, he won't deny you.

The Monster | Jiro Kirisaki

He'll just go for it.

If you pull away and ask what he's doing, he'll tell you.

"Oh, I should have asked, shouldn't I? Sorry." Completely monotone.

After that he'll always let you know beforehand if he wants to kiss you.

[beastyeastfreak]

I was literally just here for the fluff side of the x reader stuff but I wh-

Honestly that anon is lucky they remembered to say that anonymously, cause if they had it off dude people would've found them out.

But like.

Yeah it was gross imo (asexual so eww), but I mean. People got their own opinions I guess.

Besides, you're Freak Fairie, right? Technically I think it's in the right askbox lol.

Anyway, on a more serious note, uh uhm could I suggest an x reader who is a nervous shy bean who idolizes them?

Honestly i dont know why the freak anons chose me but yeah i guess it fits. Would love to see less nsfw asks and more asks like this ngl not that i mind writing smut XD

Cw and tags: Fluff, romantic, overall very sweet, nothing bad

Written pre silent salt update

Mystic flour

🌾 - Mystic Flour enjoys how your view of her mixes with your nervousness when shes around. She spares you for this, you were perfect in her eyes. You listened to what she had to say as if each word was a divine message and treated her with a kind of respect she had not had in a long time. For this she’ll give you a role closest to her, maybe just a personal assistant or something higher.

🌾 - She likes having you close to her, quietly watching her as she handles affairs with other beasts or turning cookies to flour. When it gets silent, and you’re staring at her when you think she doesn’t see, she’ll run her hand over the back of your head in an affectionate way. Her hand, if not in its usual position will rest on your back, watching as her mere touch makes your face turn darker.

🌾 - I like to imagine she sees you often near that one decoration, the altar of the seeker. You didn’t have to be one of her disciples praying to her but she notices you close to it quite often, anything that reminds you of her for that matter. You get startled when she approaches you, stammering as to why you were there.

🌾 - She’ll find it especially interesting if you become more confident when shes not around. Someone insulted her ideology, you immediately shut it down and take get angry they’d say that to your face. She’d mention it later, she wont let you know she saw you defending her until you’re close to her, she’ll quote your words and watch you hide your face in her shoulder.

Burning spice

🏜️ - It didn’t matter if you were a spice or a cookie from another kingdom, it was only right for you to idolize him! He was The Great Destroyer, he was a god. You seemed to be a prevalent visitor in the spice temple, or perhaps you were a consistent bystander that was always at the scene of his destruction. However he meets you, he immediately finds you interesting when you aren’t begging for mercy but fawning over him.

🏜️ - He likes to show you off and hold you close, feeling your cheeks warm and the only responses you can muster are words you stumble over. You’re timid around him, he first’s interprets it as fear of his strength as always, but he slowly realizes thats not the case. His proximity to you made you bashful, in the way someone would become shy around someone they love.

🏜️ - He likes to hold your face on one side and kiss the other side, squishing your cheeks in the process and feeling them begin to burn up as he does. He’s the most likely to smother you in kisses all over your face until you’re stiffly standing covering your eyes shyly.

🏜️ - He’ll give you clothes or accessories that match him in some way. Much like Mystic Flour he appoints you to a role to keep you close to him. He knows you’ll begin to fumble with a task when he grows near, apologizing profusely at your mistake which is why he gives you that job in the first place.

🏜️ - In some way, hes like a big body guard. He doesn’t tolerate any talk about you. Someone calls you a liability? He will have a word with them. You’re one of if not his most loyal follower, anything said about you he interprets as directed at him.

Eternal sugar

🌷 - You were an angel within her garden, another for her to care for. But she noticed how fond you were of her. For the bringer of happiness, she had to do little to please you. Just to see how deeply ingrained she was in your perception she handed you a fruit, you thanked her but as you turned it you found it was half rotted. She played it off apologetic and unknowing but you thanked her regardless, she had to stop you from eating rotten fruit.

🌷 - She’ll lean against you as you’re sitting together, she feels you flinch but slowly lean into her as well. She doesn’t mind your nervousness at all, she knows that not all flowers bloom but even still they exist and should be loved. She’ll tell you that as you shy away from her. Your nature was to be bashful, but in your heart your desire was her presence.

🌷 - She savors how you look at her, how one would admire a brightly shimmering star. She was your star… She liked that, she liked you. Pavlova cookie seemed to like that idea too, buzzing around her head all dream like, he didn’t even have to shoot his arrow!

🌷 - She adores being close to you because you’re always conflicted. She’ll place her hands on your waist while whispering affection and your hands will hover in place, conflicted where they should go, if you were allowed to touch such a being? She’ll giggle, moving your hands for you and kissing you, telling you she wants you to see her as a cookie, and to shed her titles when she speaks to you.

Shadow milk

🃏 - He doesn’t use the term “Number one fan” lightly, but when he saw a reoccurring face in his crowd every one of his shows, when he saw your face light up every time he took the stage, he knew that it was you. You didn’t ask for an autograph though strangely, he actually watched you hesitate before walking off. You were shy! Awwww, he’d have to come to you it seems.

🃏 - He pretended to bump into you after another show, he turned around and expected you to try and talk to him but instead you stared like a statue before muttering an apology with wide eyes and walking away. He floated after you, playing you like a deck of cards. You showed up to his shows so often, would you want a behind the scenes. Then he had you, and it was pretty easy from then to court you.

🃏 - You always get a VIP seat anytime he preforms, he calls most things he does performances, especially fighting. So anytime something is about to go down you’re always placed on some high area where you can watch him best, occasionally winking at you causing you to blush. After he’s done he’ll come to you, how did he do? He knows what you’ll say before you say it.

🃏 - One time he tries to incorporate you into a surprise performance as a sort of gift, he failed to factor your nervousness in. You were a great actor, if the role was a plank of shaky wood. He doesn’t make fun of you though, he discreetly had one of his minions pull you off stage and continued on.

🃏 - I like to imagine he kisses you as good luck before he does anything. Its almost like saying break a leg or some other theater superstitions. Whether he does this because something bad actually happened when he didn’t, or he’s just making up reasons to fluster you who knows.

[archangeldyke-all]

this is my first ask so i'm kinda nervous lmao

i am OBSESSED with parademic sevika, she's so cute and like she would be the best parademic, i imagine the nurses crush on her lol

but like imagine reader got into a serious car accident or some, and sevika's losing it first of all but second of all when reader wakes up, she's so high off pain meds she's saying the most random shit to sevika and all the doctors and nurses are just like *side eye*

do you get my vision lol thank you so much!!

LMAOO this is so cute i love this story

men and minors dni

it really isn't your fault.

the first time you needed a paramedic-- sevika, to be specific-- it was technically your fault. sure, you were protecting your niece from losing an eyeball when you snatched a letter opener clean out of the air, but still. it was technically a self inflicted injury.

the second time sevika had to save you, it was definetly your fault. you hadn't been looking where you were going-- too busy studying the graph in your hands-- when you ran clean into your coworker who was holding a piping pot of coffee.

but this time, it really, really isn't your fault.

you're sitting patiently at a red light, humming along to the radio when a horrific screeching sound rings out.

next thing you know, your car's being smashed into from behind, and you're pushed straight into the intersection. you scream as cars swerve to avoid you, and the last thing you remember is a horn blaring as a pickup heads straight toward the passenger door.

when you blink your eyes open again, you cringe at bright fluorescent lights. "mmm." you grunt.

somewhere from your side, you hear a familiar laugh. "fuck, honey, if you wanted my attention all you had to do was call."

you snort, and then groan as the movement in your body sends a shockwave of pain down your spine. "ffffuck." you moan.

sevika finally comes into your line of vision, smiling down at you with tears brimming her eyes. you pout up at her.

"don' cry."

"you're lucky you're alive."

"mmm. i got a good paramedic." you wink.

sevika huffs a gentle laugh, and then she breaks down into breathy sobs. "fuck baby, i was so fuckin' scared."

you're cloudy from pain and drugs, you're confused and disoriented, but you're never going to let sevika cry alone. "c'mere right now." you demand, making grabby hands for her. sevika bends to your will, collapsing against you where you lay, crying against your throat. you wrap your arms around her and pepper her head with kisses. "s'okay. i'm good. feel like i got run over but--"

"you did get run over, baby!"

you snort. "don' be dramatic."

"your car was upside down when we got to the scene!" sevika cries. you giggle. sevika huffs. "quit laughing!"

"'m sorry. 'm so high right now, and your cries are tickling my neck."

sevika's cries morph into laughs, and she finally pulls away so you can see her face again.

"hey, hotstuff." you greet, cupping her cheek and stroking the scars that line it. she smiles down at you.

"it's so good to see you." she whispers.

you smile and tuck the fringe of her hair behind her ears, laughing when it just falls back in her face. "how long have i been here?"

"eight hours."

"fuck. did i need surgery?"

"for your leg." sevika nods. you pout.

"'f my leg is fucked up then why do i feel like i broke all my ribs?"

"the impact from the airbag, probably."

you frown. "is my face all swollen and gross?"

sevika giggles and nods. "you're still beautiful." she says. you snort and roll your eyes. before you can look back at your wife, your eyes catch on a nurse peeking into your room.

"hi." you greet, expecting her to come in and change your bandages or give you medicine. instead, she jumps a bit, and her eyes fly away from where they were focused on sevika's ass. you blink, then watch as the nurse clears her throat, waves at you, then spins on her heel and runs down the hall.

you giggle. "you've got an admirer." you tease.

sevika snorts. "what can i say? i'm popular with the nurses."

"you're popular with everyone." you pout. "strong, and heroic, and so, so, pretty..."

sevika giggles and plants a kiss on your lips. "yeah, but i only like you." she says.

you grin and pat bit of space beside you on the hospital bed. "get in here. gotta mark my territory for all the nosey nurses."

sevika cackles as she crawls into bed beside you, gently winding her limbs around yours and carefully laying her head on your tit. she doesn't move when the doctors come to check on you, or when the flustered, distracted nurses come in either.

kofi

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