#lamb thinks her blushing is cute

[lambylala]

I'm having a lot of feelings about them

[reiderwriter]

Hello there baby, are your parents bakers? Cause you're a cutie pie lol sorry couldn't resist the urge to flirt with my favorite writer💕How have you been? How was your day? I wish you a wonderful day and a lovely night💕

It's my first time here sending an ask but lately I've been thinking about shy!Spencer x flirty!reader, I just think is such a cute couple.

So if you're taking requests, I was thinking about early seasons Spencer completely falling for the reader and the way she's so flirty but sweet and kind, the way he'd be blushing hard at anything she says and how he'd like the way she's always touching him cause he felt cherised and desired.

It could be fluff or smut or both cause I can picture them going slow with the relationship but Spencer being eager to please her and show how much he loves everything about her.

You said about choosing a emoji, so can I be the 🐇anon?

A/N: Thanks for the request! Shy Spencer is the best because he's so dumb and silly and doesn't realize when people are attracted to him. I've said it before, but he's basically every nerdy main character in 00s romcoms that are "unattractive" because they wear glasses. I hope you enjoy the fic~♡

Warnings: mentions of case details, slight spoilers for upto s5

With a degree in law and a deep-rooted hatred of businessmen, you'd certainly found your calling in one of the FBI White Collar divisions. Putting away the sleazy bastards was easily one of the biggest perks of the job, but every coin had a second side, and yours was you actually had to interact with the cretins before you could take them down. 

You'd dealt with bribes, dinner invites, and sexual propositions more than a time or two, and had to remind yourself that kicking anyone of them clean in the balls was most likely a firing offense, if not legally off the table. 

The man in the case you were currently working - possibly Bill Hodges, possibly Daniel Brady, possibly so many more men - had been a typical white collar freak until he'd moved on to murder. And when you'd been so close to nailing his ass for fraud, too. 

You'd had no choice but to call in whatever unit it was that actually got to put bullets in the bastards, sure that you were going to be strong-armed out of months of work for the glory of taking down a spree killer. 

Instead, you got Spencer Reid, delivered freshly to your desk like a lamb to slaughter. 

“Sorry, you're the agent from the BAU?” You asked, raking your eyes across his body, smiling at his obvious discomfort with the attention. 

“Yes, Doctor Reid. I'm here for more information on the Hodges files.” 

You dusted your skirt off as you stood, moving around the desk to grab the file. You held it out to him but pulled it back when he reached for it.

“I'm sorry, you're really in the BAU?” An embarrassed look fell across his face, and you instantly felt shitty. 

“Do you want to see my credentials?” 

“No, I'm sorry, it's just - I wasn't expecting someone so…pretty?” 

The embarrassed look deepened to a flush, and you brightened at the sight. You weren't lying. He really was pretty, and you hoped your comment hadn't come off as patronizing. 

“You're adorable. Here's the file, I’ll be at your team briefing in half an hour. Spencer, right?” 

He nodded, finally waking up and taking the files as you pushed it against his chest, using the movement to step slightly closer. 

“I'll see you later then,” you trailed your look down, getting a good look at all of him before meeting his eyes again. “Save me a seat?” 

“I should… I'll, uh, go now. Thanks for the-” he stammered, pointing to the file, backing out of your space slowly, like an animal trying not to show its back to a predator. 

Unlike the long line of scumbags filling the halls and case files of your floor, Spencer was without bravado or ego. His lack of both meant that you were interested. You were very interested. 

Half an hour later, you practically sprinted to the 6th floor, bouncing up the stairs to the office where you'd take your meeting like a giddy school girl. 

“Hello, sorry, I'm not late, am I?” You asked, quietly opening the door and letting yourself in. 

“Agent Y/N, no, perfect timing, Penelope was just about to brief us on your case,” Hotch said, rising and giving your hand a firm shake. He looked around to find a seat to usher you into, but you quickly dropped yourself into the seat right beside Spencer Reid, grin deepening as he flushed and offered you an awkward yet endearing smile. 

Unconsciously, you shifted closer, shooting him your own smile before the meeting officially began, and you were forced to keep a straight, serious face. 

The entire case progressed in much the same way, with you doing everything you could to fluster Spencer Reid and him doing everything in his power to convince himself you were being friendly. 

“Spencer, do you have a phone number?” You asked after slipping out of the meeting, trailing him back to his desk. 

“Yeah, we have to keep connected for cases, so I have a phone.” 

“Great. Your number - what is it?” 

He rattled off the digital as you scribbled them down on a notepad. 

“And Hotch's number is-” 

“Oh, I won't need that. Thanks, Spencer.” You said waving as you left to slink back to your desk. You could hear him calling out behind you, confused. 

“Y/N… Y/N, we split up on cases often, if there's an incident and you need to contact us it's better to have all of the team members numbers,” he panted, jogging to catch up with your focused pace. 

“If I need to contact you, I'll take myself to Agent Garcia’s office and use her direct line,” you said, finally stopping yourself at the elevator and pressing the button. 

He caught up, and stopped abruptly next to you. 

“Oh… oh, yeah that's… that's efficient.” 

You stepped onto the elevator when it arrived, leaving Spencer hesitating whether or not to climb in himself, desperately wondering why you'd ask for his number then. 

“Goodbye, Doctor Reid,” you said, pressing the door close button and blowing him a kiss just before the doors blocked you from sight. 

To tell the truth, you'd had a lot of fun flirting with Spencer on the phone from Penelope’s office during the case. The woman was an inspiration, even if her flirting had a completely different purpose and meaning than your own. Her friendship with Derek Morgan was admirable, but you didn't want to be friends with Spencer Reid. 

“Hello, handsome, what can I do for you today?” You asked, picking up the phone and basking in the stammers that answered you down the line. 

“D-Do you need me to get Morgan for you?” He said, his voice treading lightly. 

“Unless Derek Morgan has, overnight, managed to turn into a 6’1 Doctor with a penchant for cardigans and leather satchels and an IQ of 187, then I am absolutely not looking for him. I have case details.” 

He brushed past your comment, but he kept the slight stammer through the conversation, right until you signed off. 

“Until next time, sexy.”

“Um, yeah… thanks…beautiful?” he signed off, and you guffawed in laughter even as Penelope stared wide-eyed in your direction, not believing her ears. 

“Please forgive our little test tube genius. We forgot to add flirting skills to his childhood curriculum, and now, alas, the poor thing doesn't know a damn thing.” 

He'd called back a few hours later, and you'd purred more compliments down the line, but this time with the team surrounding him as they closed in on your unsub. 

“Hello, this is beautiful speaking. How may I help you?” You giggled down the line, picking up the call after only a single ring. 

“Y/N,” he breathed, catching his breath awkwardly as he struggled to remember why it was you were needed. 

“So… um, like… Hotch has a question about the files you sent earlier. He needs Penelope to… do something as well.” 

You could almost see the awkward nod through the phone. 

“Great. Pass me over to Hotch, then, hot stuff.” 

You heard the tell-tale sound of Derek Morgan’s cackle in the background, and you couldn't help but let another giggle slip out. You were a gonner, and, hopefully, so was he. 

The case wrapped quickly after that, spree killing being a quick game of cat and mouse out of necessity. You weren't happy with three bodies, but it sure as hell was preferable to more. 

You greeted the BAU team at the jet hanger as they returned, reclaiming your fraud files for paperwork and using that simple chore as a reason to get close to Spencer again. 

“Good work out there, Doctor Reid.” 

“What, he's not hot stuff anymore now he's in front of you?” Emily Prentiss laughed, throwing her go bag onto her shoulder and trailing behind where you'd started strolling alongside Spencer. 

“Oh, he's still hot stuff. He's just hot stuff with three PhDs that just stopped a spree killer,” you said, sighing dreamily. “How do you do it?” 

“We were all there too, you know,” the other woman chuckled as you made it inside the building and to the elevator. 

“Yeah, well,” you said, taking a second to reach out and straighten out Spencer's skewed tie, smoothing his jacket and generally just touching him in whatever way you could, respectfully. 

You didn't even bother to finish your sentence, just leaning closer to his ears and whispering directly into them. 

“You're very cute when you're flustered, Doctor Reid.” 

You stepped away for a second while the rest of his team teased him, stepping to the back of the elevator to ascend to your floor while the others departed on theirs. 

They filed out one by one and you sent them off with a smile and a wave, signing in defeat as you realized there was no longer a reason for you to interact with the good doctor ever again. 

If you weren't so stupidly aware of him, you'd almost have missed the fact that Spencer didn't leave the elevator when his teammates did. He instead turned to you and, with the brightest red you'd seen on his face to date, stammered out half a sentence. 

“I.. Y/N, I was just… curious, if you, by any chance…” 

Your eyes widened in joy as you anticipated his question, silently begging him just to spit it out. 

“I was wondering, i-if you had… a boyfriend?” By the end of his sentence, even he seemed unsure of whether that was a question he should really be asking. 

You'd been throwing heart eyes at him for says, and he was asking if you were in a committed relationship. 

“No,” you said slightly breathily, as if your body were trying to expel all the anticipation it had stupidly built up. “No, I don't have a boyfriend, Spencer.”

“Great okay,” he smiled, a boyish grin if you'd ever seen one, before backtracking quickly.

“Well not great for you, great for me. Not that you can't be happy alone, I don't know how you feel about…romantic entanglements and I-I-I’m not saying that your life isn't,” he searched for the words with his hands, as of he could grasp them as a life line while he was sinking fast. “-Great without a boyfriend or anything like that, I'm just - really - pleased that position is currently… vacant?” 

“Spencer?” You said, feeling like a cat who got the cream as a smile twitched at your lips, pulling the corners up as you listened to him ramble. 

“Yes?”

“Do you want to be my boyfriend  or are you asking for a friend?” 

You'd meant the words as a joke  but he stood contemplating for a second. You pushed a hand against your mouth to suppress the childish squeal from popping out. 

“It would be a bit presumptuous to shoot straight for boyfriend, right? How about date ....partner?” 

You couldn't stop yourself from closing in on him then, practically cornering him in the elevator as the floors passed you by.

“Presumptuous would be thinking I could have a boyfriend when I've been begging you to stick your tongue down my throat with my eyes for the last half hour. I thought they taught you body language at the BAU?” 

“They teach us how to catch criminals, not how to see when someone is giving us…fuck me eyes, Y/N.” The curse left you a little dizzy - this was it, this was what you'd been trying to do all week, to get under his skin and get him to let his guard down so you could capture him. 

“Doctor Reid, I'm a little scandalized! I didn't know you swore. What a dirty mouth you have.” You reached up with both hands, letting your thumb on his lips before pretending to wipe something away at the corner of his mouth. You were in the perfect position to notice his throat bob as he swallowed.

The elevator pinged at your floor, and you left him behind you with one last swipe of your fingers at his chin. You weren't expecting him to follow, but he did.

“Y/N…please, Y/N…. Can we just…?” You relished the awkwardness in his voice as he trailed you again, a satisfied smile settling onto your face. 

You just kept walking. Or you did until you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist and pull you sideways into the nearest storage cupboard. 

You gasped as he pinned you to the wall, close not, but his eyes still hesitant on what to do next. 

“Spen-” He cut you off with his lips on yours, silencing you before you could get the final word. His lips were clumsy at first, but you felt hot under his touch  arching yourself up into him. His tongue pushed into your mouth as he found his stride, your hands tangling in his hair as you held on for dear life.

This was it. This was what you'd been waiting for. 

Reluctantly, he pulled away, both of you gasping for breath to fill your suddenly empty lungs. 

“Was that….what… you wanted?” He panted, resting his head on yours. 

There were no words. It was what you wanted but now you wanted more, needed more. You settled for a quick nod as your tongue flamed, unable to say anything helpful. 

“Good. Great…” he removed his hands from you and scratched at the back of his neck, putting a more respectful distance between the two of you as he cleared his throat. 

“I'll just-” he pointed to the door and started making his way out. You sighed again, watching him walk away down the hall, his hair a mess, his tie askew, and a whole lot of your lipstick staining his lips. 

Surely, he'd notice by the time anyone else did. If not, you'd just effectively staked your claim on Doctor Spencer Reid, and you couldn't be happier about it.  

[writing-imagines]

Even Mean Girls Cry // Regina George

Summary: After hooking up with Regina for a year, you finally get to see her vulnerable side after The Plastics reject her at lunch.

Possible warnings: light swearing, bullying, and Regina being Regina

Pairing: Regina George x gender!neutral reader (readers gender literally isn’t mentioned)

A/n: first fic of 2024!! I love Reneé’s Regina so feel free to send me any ideas or thoughts about her

Regina George wasn’t a good person. It was evident ever since the first grade when she told everyone that Peter Howell peed himself after she spilled apple juice on him. So, you did your best to avoid her, and her ever changing minions, every day as you grew up. When you reached high school, Regina’s antics became more frequent and hurtful. By the end of your freshman year, she had at least one embarrassing piece of information on everyone in school, yourself included. 

Your streak of successfully avoiding Regina came to an end after winter break during your sophomore year. Ms. Norbury asked you to be Regina’s Intermediate Math tutor since you had the highest grades in your Algebra 2 class. You were hesitant to accept the opportunity considering Regina’s reputation, but you knew tutoring would look great on your college application. You accepted Ms. Norbury’s request and so started your relationship with Regina George. 

At first, she sat across from you in the empty cafeteria after school, chomping loudly on her gum and texting a thousand words a minute. Her behavior continued every day that week and by Friday, you’d had enough. 

“Regina, stop wasting my time and pay attention.” You finally snapped after she blew an obnoxiously large pink bubble with her gum. Regina’s eyes slowly rose from her phone screen to you. 

“What did you just say to me?” Her eyes resting on you instantly made you lose the confidence you just had. 

“Oh-I…I meant you should pay attention. I’m trying to teach you, so you don’t fail your next algebra test.” You smiled nervously as Regina’s gaze dug further into you. After a few more moments of intense staring, the blonde let out a scoff. 

“You know, you’re actually kind of cute.” Her blue eyes looked you over, this time in a more flirtatious way. You felt like a lamb dangling over a hungry mountain lion. 

“Thanks.” You nervously looked away and rubbed the back of your neck in an attempt to get any relief from Regina’s presence. 

“So, you agree? You think you’re cute.” 

“Umm…I mean, I don’t really know.” Regina’s smile softened and she looked at you as if you were a lost puppy. Without warning, the blonde stood up and made her way to your side of the table. She sat down in the seat beside you and scooted as close as she possibly could, causing your face to warm and your heart to beat faster. 

“Have you ever kissed anyone, Y/n?” Regina questioned with her pointer and middle finger dancing on your thigh. Your throat went dry at the mention of the one thing you were embarrassed of. In a school full of hormonal teenagers, you were truly the only one who hadn’t kissed anyone yet. You were kicking yourself for accidentally telling Karen the sensitive information during a bonfire last year. 

“You know the answer, Regina.” You said with a defeated exhale. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Regina, instead, you kept your eyes glued to the table. Suddenly, the two fingers that danced on your thigh were placed gently under your chin, forcing you to look at the blonde beside you. Her eyes were kinder, and her smile was still soft, making you feel less embarrassed. 

“It’s okay, you don’t need to be embarrassed.” You didn’t say anything, instead, you softly smiled and took in Regina’s features. You had never noticed how pretty her eyes were or how full her lips were. 

“Do you want to kiss me, Y/n?” Regina’s eyebrows lifted with the question. Without even thinking, you blurted out the answer. 

“Yes.” You swore for a moment Regina began to blush as she pushed a few stray hairs away from her face. 

“Okay. Close your eyes.” 

You did as you were told. For a moment, you were worried it was all just a prank, but when you felt Regina’s lips press against yours, you knew it had to be real. You did your best to reciprocate the kiss, causing Regina to let out a small moan, which caused your stomach to flip about ten times. Suddenly, you felt Regina’s hands find your neck and her perfectly manicured nails rested on the nape of your neck, effectively pulling you in deeper. 

The sound of a door slamming shut caused both of you to pull away quickly. You couldn’t help but stare at Regina with a bewildered look, seriously questioning if the kiss happened. 

“Wow, you're a pretty good kisser, Nerd.” 

“T-Thanks. You’re good too.” You sputtered with the most nervous tone you had ever heard from yourself. The blonde laughed before running her fingers along the edge of her lips to wipe away any smeared lip gloss. 

“I know.”  The two of you sat in silence for what felt like hours before Regina spoke up. 

“So, I’ll see you on Monday then.” She quickly stood up and gathered her things as if nothing had happened. 

“I’ll see you on Monday.” You echoed, wiping Regina’s cherry flavored lip gloss off your lips. 

“Bye, Nerd.” 

“Bye, Regina.” 

Almost a full year later and your hookups with Regina were still going strong. In fact, ever since Cady Heron started causing drama between the girls, you had been spending all of eighth period in the back seat of Regina’s Jeep, making out like it was your last moments on earth. Not to mention, secretly hooking up with the queen bee of North Shore gave you a major confidence boost that even Regina noticed. Your relationship had even gone to the next level: texting each other about things that didn’t involve when and where to hookup. 

You were sitting in Trigonometry when your phone pinged. You quickly checked it, not wanting to risk Ms. Norbury confiscating it. It wasn’t much of a surprise to see that Regina had texted you. 

RG: Sweatpants are the only things that fit me right now 

Y/n: So? 

RG: So? Jesus Y/n. I can’t wear sweatpants to lunch! 

Y/n: Because of the stupid rules YOU made?

RG: They aren’t stupid 

Y/n: I’m sure it’ll be fine. The girls will understand 

“Y/n, care to share with that class what on your phone is so important that you’re missing out on practice test questions?” 

“No. Sorry, Ms. Norbury. It won’t happen again.” 

“Good. Now, as I was saying…” You watched Ms. Norbury turn to write something on the board and quickly sent another text to Regina. 

Y/n: Just got called out by Norbury for texting you. Hope you’re happy 

You went the rest of class without hearing from Regina. In fact, you went most of the day without hearing from her. It was a little weird, but you knew she had a lot going on and it wasn’t like you needed constant communication with each other. 

When lunch came around, it was the same old same old. You sat down with some of your other tutor friends and talked about your day. As Daisy Smith talked about her failed attempt to teach Karen about fractions, you saw Regina walk towards The Plastics. True to her word, she wore gray sweatpants that grabbed your, and several others, attention. You didn’t eye Regina for long, not wanting anyone to accuse you of being a creep or being in love with her. You looked down at your lunch only for the room to suddenly go quiet. 

“You can’t sit with us!” Gretchen’s voice echoed through the silent room. No one dared to even gasp as Regina fired back. 

“Sweatpants are all that fit me right now.” Even though you couldn’t see her face, you could tell Regina was talking through gritted teeth. 

“What do you think, Cady?” Gretchen asked, her voice once again echoing through the room. 

“Sorry, Regina. Rules are rules.” Seeing the sly look on Cady’s face made you want to march over to her and smash a tray of food in her face. You knew that would lead to a suspension, so you made a mental note to figure out some way to get back at Cady that wouldn’t result in a week off school.

“Fine.” 

Regina turned around to see every eye in that room on her. You could tell by the look on her face that for once, she hated the attention. Not a single person in that room moved to make room for Regina as she walked down the aisle. 

“Daisy, scoot down.” You quickly nudged the redhead to make room for Regina.

“Regina, you can sit with us.” You offered, eyes slightly full of hope that she would accept the offer and somehow make the situation better.

“I’m not sitting with you losers.” She spat out as she stormed past your table. 

“What a bitch.” Glenn Coco scoffed. Your blood boiled at Glenn’s comment, but you knew you had to play it cool to avoid any suspicion. 

“Guys, I forgot my math book in Ms. Norbury’s. I’m going to grab it really quick.” 

You quickly got up from the table, leaving your tray behind, and stormed off to find Regina. You searched her usual hangout spots, the maintenance room and the girl’s locker room in the gym. When you didn’t find her in either place, you made your way to the only other place she could be, the parking lot.

Sure enough, as you approached her Jeep, you saw Regina sitting in the passenger seat. Even from far away, you could tell she was crying. Cautiously, you approached the car and tapped on her window. The blonde’s head instantly shot up, revealing her red eyes and mascara stained cheeks. You had never seen Regina cry before, and the sight actually shocked you to your core. Without saying a word, you walked over to the driver’s side and climbed in. 

“What are you doing?” Regina questioned through sniffles as you put the car in reverse and pulled out of the parking spot. 

“I’m taking you home.” Your hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter when you noticed a picture of Regina, Karen, and Gretchen resting on her dashboard as you drove out of the parking lot. 

“I don’t need you to take me home.” Regina tried to use her usual venomous tone, but it came out shaky and pitiful. 

“I don’t care if you need me to. I want to take you home. That was fucking ridiculous.” 

After a few minutes of silence, you looked over to see tears still rolling down Regina’s face. Based on how her bottom lip was quivering, you knew Regina really needed to cry. You carefully reached your right hand over to Regina and grabbed her hand. 

“It’s okay to cry. They tried to humiliate you in front of the whole school. You don’t have to hide it from me.” You squeezed Regina’s hand, which caused her to quickly pull her hand away. 

“I am not crying because of those bitches. I’m crying because all I can wear is sweatpants and my mascara is ruined.” That time Regina was able to spit out her usual venom. While her tone would intimidate most people, it let you know Regina was going to be okay. 

“Those are still valid reasons to cry.” You said matter-of-factly. You felt Regina’s eyes land on you again, causing you to glance over at her. 

“Why are you so nice to me all the time?” 

“Because I’m a nice person.” You shrugged, not wanting to give away your true feelings for Regina. 

“I think it’s because you like me.” 

“And what if I did?” You replied without missing a beat. Once again, you were kicking yourself for not thinking before you spoke. 

“I’d have to give you a makeover. I can’t date anyone who dresses like that.” 

“What’s wrong with the way I dress?” 

“Nothing, if you’re going for a grocery store clerk.” You scoffed and acted offended by Regina’s words, which made the blonde crack a smile. 

“I do not dress like a grocery store clerk.” 

You both chuckled as you pulled up to the George's home. You instantly took note that Mrs. George’s car was missing from the driveway. 

“Do you want to come in? My mom isn’t home.” Regina looked at you with hopeful eyes. Not wanting to leave Regina alone after a traumatic event, you decided that it would be a good idea for you to stick around for a little while longer.

“Yeah, I’ll come in for a little bit.” 

You turned off the car and let Regina take the lead into her home. The second the front door closed behind you, Regina took your hand and led you up to her room. 

“Shoes off and get on the bed.” The blonde commanded.

“Regina, I don’t think we should-”

“Relax, Nerd. I just want you to hold me and tell me I’m pretty.” 

You quickly kicked your shoes off and lied down on the right side of the bed. Once you were comfortable, Regina joined you. Within seconds, her head found a comfortable spot on your chest, resting between your jaw and collarbone. Her hand found its way down to your stomach and balled the fabric of your shirt into her hand. After Regina was comfortable, you snaked your arm around her and held her close. You couldn’t help but look down at the blonde with a smile. When she wasn’t ruining people’s lives, Regina was actually kind of sweet. 

“Hey, Regina?”

“What, Nerd?” 

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” 

“Yeah, I know.” You could feel Regina’s smirk against your neck, which only made you fall a little harder for her.

You laid there, holding the blonde like your life depended on it. Your mind couldn’t help but wonder about finally telling Regina how you felt about her. It seemed like a good idea, especially after a hard day, but the thought of losing her stopped you. So, you just let Regina George, the meanest girl in North Shore, sleep on your chest while you held her close. 

[sweetlittlefawntears]

sweet lamb ♱

au : i got a request for this but it was not how i imagined it so i just … kinda changed a few things lol … um yea enjoy this one it could definitely b better … there is some sensitive topics in this one that may be triggering to some people, please read the content warning and proceed with caution .

cw : dacryphilia, stealing, pet names, hair pulling, fingering, ellie is kinda a perv in this one as well as a bit mean/degrading, intentional lowercase !! reader is described as having long hair … i think that's it erm

wc : 1.6k ♡

౨ৎ for as long as you could remember, your brother had always had a best friend. ellie williams. they were attached at the hip, always laughing and play fighting over video games and going on stupid adventures which almost always involved them sneaking out late at night. as much as you loved your brother, you absolutely hated ellie.

౨ৎ she would always go out of her way to exclude you in anything they were doing, insisting that you were too stupid or dumb or annoying or whatever to participate in whatever bullshit they were getting up to. not that you truly cared, you were too busy studying or hanging out with friends to genuinely want to get all up in their business.

౨ৎ as much as ellie feigned her hatred for you, she truly wanted you to be all hers. she loved when you cried from her insults. it was the saddest and sweetest thing ever. she couldn’t explain why she was the way she was, but she loved being able to have power over your emotions like she did.

౨ৎ ellie loved to sneak up behind you to scare you, pulling at your hair or poking your shoulder, which made you practically jump out of your skin every time she did it unannounced. “fuck you ellie, don’t scare me like that!” you’d yell as she burst out laughing. she often would pull on your hair if you wore it in braids, which you gradually stopped doing.

౨ৎ one night, when you were in the shower, ellie slipped into your room and walked around, going through your drawers and all the trinkets she saw on your desk. she pulled out a pair of pink cotton panties from a cubby with bras and underwear in it and slipped them into her back pocket.

౨ৎ you come out of your shower, hair wet and wearing nothing but a cropped band tee and a small pair of short tight fitting boxers. “what the fuck are you doing in my room?” you say as you brush through your hair. “uh…sorry.” ellie says as she walks out. you don’t really pay any mind to it, thinking ellie was just trying to scare you.

౨ৎ ellie often sees you changing outside your window, not bothering to shut the curtains because you thought no one could see you. when she saw you in your small lacy dress, she almost fainted from blushing. she gazed over your body, when she noticed she could see the faint outline of your tits. she desperately wanted to be in that room with you.

౨ৎ ellie often took your underwear or clothes, which would suddenly just show up in your room again, and you’d be happy to see them, wondering where they had gone. ellie thought it was a miracle you didn’t question where your clothes kept going, because she wasn’t exactly an expert at hiding things.

౨ৎ ellie wanted to do something to get you closer to her. so, one night, she and your brother ask you to watch a movie with them. you are surprised they even invited you in the first place, but you assume your brother beat a little sense into ellie and made her invite you. however, ellie has a plan. she and your brother watch a terrifying movie, which she knows you hate.

౨ৎ before you know it you’re sitting very close to ellie, not even noticing how her hand slips under your shirt, touching your side, comforting you. it was abnormal to feel safe around ellie, but you didn’t question it because it was nice to not be fighting with her for once.

౨ৎ speaking of fighting, ellie often joins in on play fights with you and your brother as just an excuse to grope your ass or tits. you don’t pay it any mind, and ellie thinks it’s cute how you whine when she pins you down and huffs that she always wins.

౨ৎ one night, as ellie makes her way out of your house after a long night of goofing with your brother, she sees you, lying in bed, long hair covering your face as you lay on top of the sheets, with a pillow cradled by your arms.

౨ৎ ellie steps into your room quietly and watches you sleep. she tucks your hair behind you ear. “you know, you really shouldn’t sleep with that door open…you never know what someone could do…” she whispers gently. she kisses your forehead before leaving.

౨ৎ over the next few weeks, ellie seems to warm up to you. you were super suspicious, she was definitely up to something. she came over almost every night, and on saturday she walked into your room. “what do you want, ellie?” you say as you look at her from the chair you’re sitting at. she sits down on your bed, ruffling the sheets. “y’know, if you keep walking around the house in outfits like that, people will think you’re a slut.” she smirks at you. “wow, you really know how to treat a girl, don’t you ellie?” you say as you turn back to your work on your laptop.

౨ৎ “wanna come watch a show with us?” ellie says. “…are you playing at something here?” you say, looking her up and down. “no, seriously, just come watch something with us. it’s so pathetic to see you study on a saturday night.” she says while grabbing your forearm and helping you out of your chair.

౨ৎ ellie and your brother had been watching a true crime documentary about a serial killer, which totally terrified you to the point where you were talking to your brother about it. “i mean, seriously, how can someone do that to someone else? that is seriously fucking creepy, i wish i hadn’t watched that, now i’m really fucking paranoid-” you trail off as ellie leans against your doorframe. “listen, if you’re scared, i can sleep with you tonight.”

౨ৎ you didn’t like the idea of her sleeping with you, but your brother cut in. “shit, ellie, i don’t have a bed for you tonight unless you wanna sleep on the couch. i totally forgot to tell you.” ellie looks at your apprehensive face and starts to talk before you interrupt her. “no, it’s fine. she can sleep here. it’ll be uncomfortable on the couch anyway.” ellie smiles to herself as your brother walks back to his room.

౨ৎ after a while, you find yourself and ellie talking as she puts her hand around your shoulder. “you okay?” she says. “yeah…jus not used to you acting like this.” you say as you look into her emerald green eyes. “cmere.” she helps you into her lap, so your back is pressed against her chest.

౨ৎ ellie slowly reaches up your shirt as you grab her forearm. “you okay with this?” she says as she runs her slender fingers along your abdomen. “yeah…” you whisper as she runs her fingers along the top of your shorts.

౨ৎ ellie reaches into your panties as she kisses your shoulder. “shh..just, let me take care of you bun.” she slowly slides your shorts off and throws them to the side before reaching back into your lace trimmed underwear. she runs a finger along your slit, before teasing your pearl. you whine out as she continues to trace small circles along the sensitive bundle of nerves.

౨ৎ “cmon, you want it, don’t you?” she says as she guides a finger down into you. you whine as she grabs your thigh with her free hand. she slides another finger into you before pounding in and out, touching and feeling up your gummy walls. you moan loudly before clasping a hand over your mouth. “shh, don’t want you brother to know you’re being a little slut for me, do you?”

౨ৎ she continues to thrust into you, groaning as you pant and whine, begging for release. “cum whenever you want, pup.” you don’t need her to tell you twice, finishing all over her fingers as she slows down to let you ride out your high, she brings her fingers swiftly to her mouth to taste you, praying you won’t notice.

౨ৎ she lets you lie down on your pillow, grabbing a fresh pair of panties from your drawer before sliding them up on you. you grab her by the sweater she was wearing before sloppily kissing her. she deepens the kiss before pulling back. “cmon, bun. you must be sleepy.” you shake your head but eventually resign to sleeping with her cradling you in her arms.

౨ৎ months go by, and fucking ellie is a regular thing for you. your brother is none the wiser, and ellie always sleeps in your room. ellie can’t keep her hands off of you, even when your brother is right next to you. when you three are watching a movie, her hands trail under the blanket you two share to touch your inner thigh, dangerously close to your panties. you always try to get ellie to stop, but you two end up going back to your bedroom in a rush, ready to leave your brother sitting on the couch alone wondering what the fuck you two could possibly be doing.

౨ৎ ellie never misses a chance to watch you from your window, sneak glances at you as you get out of the shower, or even touching your ass as she walks behind you, right in the middle of your kitchen. it’s safe to say she now loves you a lot more than your brother.

♡ haiii okay so this fic has been in the back of my mind for a while i wish it was better but oh well um ,, i feel it’s very unrealistic and i didn’t do a good job portraying ellie but oh well . i wanted to release another fic today n i rlly rlly hope u guys will like this one , have a good day or night n thank u sm if ur here reading this !! if ur still here please send me fic requests i’m having writers block lmao ♡

[newkatzkafe2023]

Ok so you don't have to do this if you don't want to and you can 100% ignore this but I gotta ask. How would the Wukongs be with a Reader S/O that is a female version of the lamb from The Cult Of The Lamb? Like such an adorable sweet little lamb girl that turns out to basically be a cult leader death god, who can and will beat demons and gods alike to death with that ever innocent smile on her face.

I LOVE THIS GAME🤩🫨🤯

(Lmk Wukong) Awwwwwww you are so cute and fluffy, he wasted no time fonding over you as you remind him of his nimbus cloud. You both hit it off as you both found each other an object of each other's interests, and you both had fun together. Then so one day when you decided to show him your big secret but then you both were suddenly attacked by another demon and Wukong was about to fight them off. The you suddenly joined in with your crown turned into a sword and switched to an Ax, which shook Wukong but not as much as how you easily. After that fight you bought Wukong to your cult as saw your alter as a lamb with blood coming out of its eyes. Wukong also finds that you being the death goddess is as awesome as it is scary😥

(MKR Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh man, he feels something odd about you, like you're hiding something, and he's gonna find out what it is. You were way too kind, too caring, too innocent looking, and the fact that you were patient with freaking pigsy of ALL PEOPLE. You were also ever so adorable on the outside, but their is something sinister on the inside, That when he found your cult, your well organized cult, and the crazy part is you were not only the leader, but the one they worship. The death goddess that is you!!!! when he found that you are a powerful woman who could slaughter monster with an innocent look on your face. He wonders if he can join you, and if your interested in marriage.

(HIB Wukong) He's also a bit suspicious of you but you showed nothing but kindness to both him and his children, you even go out your way to protect them and fight off monsters and other demons. Then one day he saw that the children were missing, and he was rightfully pissed knowing that you had something to do with it and was ready to tear you apart. Imagine his shock when he found you preying with Luier to an alter shaped Exactly like you and silly girl was sitting quietly Something She never did before. That's how Wukong found out about your cult to the death goddess AKA you.

(NR Wukong) Fluffy couples you both so cute together, He met and flirted with you when met you by a hardware store. You blushed a baa at him making him a purr at how cute you are, but it's not like he hasn't seen a cult before. Still imagine his surprise Pikachu face when he saw you running your cult with Corrupted teaching and magic that is not of his world at all. Wukong is not sure if he should be scared or majorly impressed with how you successfully run things, it's not often he meets a woman with authority.

(Netflix Wukong) OOOOOOOOOkkkkkkkk so he may have had been hit by cute aggression when you both first met, you were just soooooo cute and fluffy sitting on a log looking like a cloud that fell from the sky. He found himself sitting next to you shooting a few pick up lines, and Bragging about himself to you as you sat and smiled at him. You both always met in the same spot everyday sometimes with snacks as you listen to him talk but one day he was going to meet you like usual and got into an altercation with another demon Who was ridiculously strong for some reason. That's when you joined and absolutely destroyed that guy making his jaw drop that's when you finally bought him to your cult which freaked him out but he's also kinda jealous that they worship you as the death goddess.

(BMW Wukong) Ohhhhhhhhhh yeah love at first sight with him especially when he found out how deadly you actually are. You had such an innocent face looking up at him and he was smirking down thinking you were nervous around him, but oh that was not the case at all you were actually sizing him up to see if he was a good enough cult member. When he did find out you run a cult and you are actually a death goddess, their was no getting rid of him now he loves a deadly woman with authority and Deception🤤🤤🤤

(Destined one) Oh god two beings staring into each other's souls in silence, it creeps Bajie out to this day. Though the destined one immediately knew something is up with you as you had a dark aura around you despite your innocent smile and face. The Destined one found himself to be right as we demonstrated impeccable combat skills and abilities with an arsenal of weapons to beat monster and demons with. Then it definitely gets crazy when you let him to know that you run your own cult, not to mention your the death goddess which explains alot honestly. One thing's for sure the Destined one is happy to find a girl to creep peopleout with😊.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🐑🐐

[muffinsin]

Swinging by from the server: the talk of the daughter’s flies being around reader was so cute. Imagine if you just came across a pile of Bela in your room or something- just a clump of flies from Cassie or Dani in the corner watching you- ahaha such an adorable thought really! What do you think?

- AK Anon

I loved this conversation, hon XD very odd indeed, but very fun🙌

Masterlists

Bela

She likes to keep at least one of her flies with you at all times when she’s busy and you’re left to roam the castle on your own

For safety purposes, she reasons

She doesn’t want you to get in trouble, she reasons

The castle is such a dangerous place, she reasons

You know, she enjoys being close to you, and likes to personally ensure your safety

You don’t mind, you like the little winged companion travelling with you

Usually, she sends out one or two flies to hover near or on top of you

Often, you allow the small insects to sit on your shoulder as you go about your day

During those times, you often feel her nuzzle against your neck or shoulders, even in such a separated form of her swarm, eager to receive contact

You’d never think of denying it to her

Then, there are other times, such as when you’re kept busy for painfully long

Now, sometimes when you’re working on finishing up some papers, you’ll have your girlfriend sit patiently

Yet, as time drags on, Bela gets restless and bored

Instead, she swarms off, and leaves you with a couple of her flies

You consider them your companions in such times, your tiny assistants eager to bring you what you need

Often, they retrieve little things for you, such as paper clips

They purr happily when you praise them and allow them to drop the items in your hand, their tiny wings flapping excitedly, their little arms and legs rubbing along one another

At other times, you see the tiny insects flap their wings in a desperate attempt to lift a pencil multiple times their size and weight

Upon satisfying you and bringing you all you need, even the little insects come to rest for once

You watch as they all huddle together in a pile of flies at the edge of your desk

Then, silent purring is heard, so quiet you must hold your breath and lean in to even hear it

However, the sound is unmistakably a small version of the purrs your girlfriend is capable of doing

The pile of insects lays, mostly unmoving, as you work, and only sometimes can you spot an insect moving about

When you finish your work at last, they all seem to come alive again, tiny wings flapping in an attempt to reach Bela when she swarms back into the room

You smile fondly at her

Cassandra

She insists on being close to you

Cassandra is, even if she would rather face a snowstorm in the middle of December than admit it, very clingy and protective

You’re her precious lamb. Her lover. Her everything

She often feels anxiety when she doesn’t know where you are, even if she attempts to keep this a secret

The castle is grand, and dangerous. She worries. She knows, her family isn’t the only threat here

As such, Cassandra likes to keep some of her flies attached to you

She tries to keep these a secret too. Opting for hiding around corners or far up, little insects attempting to stay hidden

When you catch one and clasp your hollowed palms over one of her little insects, she tenses. Each time, without fail, a dark crimson blush on her cheeks and a frustrated, embarrassed snarl passing her lips

When encouraged to be less secretive about her little flies, she opts for travelling by pocket. Yours

Cassandra likes it best when you happen to wear a top with a front pocket at your chest. When controlling one of her flies, she likes to stay huddled up in there

It’s warm, and close to you. Two things that are among ger favorite things in the world. Not that she’d admit that

She stays like this every day, whether in the dungeons torturing poor souls, hunting out in the forest, taunting her sisters or exploring the outside

A fly is always with you, tucked in your pocket, its little head peeking out and its little wings flapping angrily whenever someone dares get too close, and flapping happily whenever you offer a tiny droplet of blood to the insect

You know, normally this would mean your girlfriend is purring. Alas, you don’t hear it when it comes from only a single fly

Cue to Cassandra gritting her teeth in aggravation when she begins purring and blushing in the middle of “playing” with a prisoner

On rare occasions, you find her completely spread out- not, the usual way

You still chuckle when you sit at your desk to tend to your hobby, Cassandra’s head on your lap, and find yourself surrounded by piles of flies

With her body somewhat out together enough to allow her to lean against you and keep her head in your lap, she sleeps soundly

On the window sill, lie two piles of flies, each seemingly basking in the sun. They, like Cassandra as a whole, seem to almost purr and vibrate with happiness

On your desk are the next two piles. One for each side, little insects sleeping and taking up your space. Before your girlfriend fell asleep, you noticed the tiny heads of the insects cocking and tilting from side to side to examine your work

And lastly, the pile on the bed, spread out and nuzzled against the soft fabric of the pillows and blankets, equally purring and twitching at times

You giggle whenever you gently bump your fingertip against a fly and it makes your girlfriend whine in her sleep

Daniela

Before seeing it for yourself, you never really gave her nature a thought

Of course, you know of her flies. Naturally

You just never saw them as individuals. Daniela is a swarm. An entity. A whole

You never assumed her flies could exist independently from one another, controlled separately by your girlfriend, or even not controlled at all

As such, you’re quite surprised when you walk into your room one day and find a pile of flies on your bed, rubbing up against your pillows, others merely sleeping seemingly comfortably

And yet, Daniela is nowhere in sight

Upon scooping the little insects up, they rub up against your palms instead. You giggle at the light, ticklish feeling

When you enter Daniela’s room and find her lying down and reading on the bed, the insects rush forwards to reconnect with what you assume must be a part of her back

She grins, her smile and eyes wide when she sees you

“Join me, my love!”

How could you deny such a sweet request?

Still, as you settle in next to your girlfriend, you notice a few stray flies buzzing about in the room

Some cuddled up in the shirt of yours you left her, as though eager to cover themselves in the scent that must cling to it

Others basking in the sunny spot on the window sill, while two others sit curiously on Daniela’s fingers, their many eyes taking in the book pages as she reads

A few move off her body, leaving little holes where they used to be

Daniela doesn’t seem to notice

Not even her voice wavers or her smile falters as the little insects move away and fly through the room

You feel the insects and the featherlight touch of little legs on your skin, as though they, like your clingy girlfriend, tried to cuddle up to you

You feel them on your shoulders and on top of your head, little legs tangled in your hair, little wings flapping happily

Others settle on your arm, climbing and seemingly playing with one another

You wonder whether Daniela is even aware of it

You hear the light purring coming from your girlfriend, and feel the tiny insects vibrating slightly against your arm and fingers

When she closes the book and stretches, you see her sharp teeth glisten in the light just as she yawns

Her flies seem to return to her, just enough to allow her to rest her head on you and wrap her arms around you

You grin. It’s cuddling time

[strawberrybunnystuff]

𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴' 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘺 💏

Leland Coyle

Leland is not used to receiving so much affection. He would be confused at first and a little uncomfortable. He would try to cover up his discomfort with sarcasm as usual.

"Is this how you're trying to make me helpless? Caresses and sweet kisses?"

Even with his sarcasm, Leland would be blushing and embarrassed that he was receiving so much love. Even without making it apparent, Leland would really like your affection.

If you continue to give this man so much affection, he will give in at some point and will reciprocate your neediness, still a little shy. With a quick kiss on your mouth and even a caress on your head.

"Okay okay, don't tell anyone this."

Franco Barbi

Franco would melt to have your attention while you're needy. He would accept everything you offer him, kisses, hugs, caresses, absolutely everything.

"Ah my love, how I love your sweet touch!"

Franco would reciprocate all your neediness, calling you cute nicknames like "my radiant star" "My sweet princess". Kiss Franco on the lips and he'll fake a dramatic faint before laughing and pulling you into him.

"You know how to make me happy.."

Mother Gooseberry

Mother Gooseberry with her maternal feeling present, would love all your sweet neediness.

"Oh my sweet little lamb, let mommy take care of you."

Gooseberry would return all his affection and neediness. He would caress you as if you were a defenseless little child who needed his mommy. He would gently stroke your hair until you fell asleep in his arms.

"My sweet little lamb, so adorable."

The Night Hunter

The Night Hunter is not used to so much affection and attention, in fact he is not used to any kind of affection. The Night Hunter would feel uncomfortable with such affection. He would probably try to get away from you.

"I don't need this..."

However, if you still want to caress and give him attention, The Night Hunter will accept it. I would end up accepting some touches and caresses. Deep down he loved it.

Dr. Esterman

Esterman sees no need to show affection or anything emotional. He would be confused at first by your gestures.

"Why is this so shocking?"

Even though he was repressive at first, Esterman will get used to your neediness and will even accept receiving it from you more often.

"If it makes you happy, keep going."

Deep down this man will be happy with your loving care.

Bonus ☆

Eddie Gluskin

Eddie had loved every second of your affection and attention on him. This man loves all his forms of love. It can melt with every touch you give it. Cute nickname, kiss, this man will be in heaven.

"My sweet darling, you are my sweet dream that I have always wanted..."

Eddie had reciprocated his needy ways much more. He would hug you tightly, fill your face with kisses, caress every part of your body.

Frank Manera

Frank would be completely disconcerted. Poor man is not at all used to so much love and affection. He would think you were doing this as part of some joke.

"What are you doing?...."

But continue until he realizes that it's not a joke, it's just a lack. He had been reluctant a little longer before giving in to you.

"....this...is weird....but don't stop..."

He will let his guard down with you. Do whatever you want with this man.

Richard Trager

Richard would receive all of his need with his typical sarcasm and self-praise towards himself.

"Of course you can't resist me. Who could resist someone as perfect as me?"

Richard would let you touch wherever you wanted and even caress him.

He would watch every little movement you made.

Deep down, Richard will also love every second you give him affection and attention.

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happy 2025!!🎇

[reyreadersblog]

Here are some Avery and Jameson hcs because they're my parents

When Avery goes on interviews and stuff, she takes Jameson with her as a guest and then people ask them questions.

Avery is always worried on Jameson's birthdays because she thinks he won't like the gift she chose for him but Jamie loves it everytime and tells her it's perfects.

They travel together everywhere, LITEARLLY everywhere, like there isn't a single place on god's green earth they haven't visited.

Nan shows Avery Jameson's childhood pictures, some of them are photoes of 5 years old Jamie dressed up as a small cute lamb (i like to belive Skye used to dress up him like that) and Ave thinks it's cute and laughs but Jamie gets so embarassed, he blushes and everything.

This guy whispers most unholy, dirty things in her ear and it's also in public areas, like parties, wedding, and then Avery gets super flustered and be enjoyes it.

Jamie helps her undo her hair after parties and meetings.

They have a favourite TV show (you guys decide) that they watch every sunday.

One time Avery did make up on Jameson's face, like the Hawthorne foundation and stuff, since she needed to test it and she asked Jamie and at first he wasn't sure but then she gave him "the face" he couldn't resist, so he agreed.

When Avery is in the kitchen making coffee or breakfast he always silently sneaks up on her from behind, hugs her and kisses her neck while Ave's laughing and giggling and she says smthg like "okay, okay, Jamie i'm trying to make breakfast"

Ave's that kind of person that easly gets scared during horror movies so she always hugs Jameson and he tries to comfort her, says things like "nobody is taking you away from me, heiress"

Max, Xander, Jamie and Avery go on double dates once in a while and that's when they catch up, but usually it's just Ave and Max hanging out and shopping in big malls while Jamie and Xander are just there holding their bags.

Avery gets so worried when Jameson dissapears for couple of hours, even tho she's used to it, bec she know how careless Jameson is when it comes to taking risks.

So she calls him multiple times and lefts like 10 massages

This is suppose to be a happy hcs..but..when they have fight it's usually about safety, like for exapmle: one night Jamie gets in the apartament and it's like 4 a.m., he looks like someone beat the shit out of him, when Ave sees him she gasps, it's all confusion worry and shock. Then she decides to clean him up and when she is taking care of the wounds Jamie whispers "it's not that serious" and then Avery gets mad and they fight. They always make up tho, time is needed but they always do

And i could write whole fic on thiss!! (Tell me if i should)

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[princessbrunette]

BROO I keep imagining kitty reader and lamb reader…cause like lamb reader would be so freaking dp confused the first few times kitty flirts with her and she’d probably be all confused like why she’d blush and shi. Idkk I just think it wld be so cute

-🏹

hmmm u might be onto something. manipulative!kitty and religiousguilt!lamb……… lemme cook

[gor3-hound]

YOU GET IT!!! hybrids have a place in my heart they’re just so >.< !!!!!! AND OHHH MY LORD. the visuals you just gave me for ethan… started giggling blushing hopping singing SKIPPING!!!!.! 

also also another little crumb of thought… being a farmer and having to deal with either bull!leon or bull!chris…… given that their purpose is to breed the heifers, you try getting them to do just that!! always nagging them because they’re not doin their damn job and being lazy instead.. they’re so difficult >:( 

until they finally snap and force themselves on you when you finally get on their nerves, making you think it was your fault for pushing them so much while they pump you full…. at least they bred something right? :3 

so many ideas…. 

-🍼

was just about to go to bed but i physically CANNOT without replying to this omg. has to be bull!chris sorry he's so big and just... hmnngh such bull vibes. i loveeee farm hybrid settings. i see what you're putting down and i raise you another idea.

tw:dubcon

super shy cow hybrid reader :/ she's new to the farm and won't go near the bulls bcs they scare her. if anything, she tends to flock to the lamb hybrids just because they're nice and cute and fluffy, but farmer!leon got her to be a dairy cow, but she won't go near the bulls, so she's not producing milk!

and reader likes leon well enough. he's always sweet to her and scratches behind her ears all nice. he gets her more and more trusting of him until she's clinging to his side before he manages to convince her to come into his farmhouse and forcefully breeds her. she's all confused but gets really into it and keeps going back to farmer leon for more :3 now she's DEFINITELY gonna get knocked up and have no issue producing milk !!

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 41

(Chapter 40; Chapter 42)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Stains

“You left me waiting for you, despite knowing what happened.” you exhale the smoke against the wall in front of you. “I’m still angry at you.”

“I know.” he looks at you and you know it’s soft, maybe even apologetic, even though you’re only seeing his gaze from the corner of your eyes. “And you’re so pretty like that.” he coos.

“Is that so?” you look into your lap and swallow, knowing if he continues like that you can’t stay angry at him for much longer. Knowing he’s going to punish her, makes you tame as a lamb for him.

Asshole.

“Mhmh.” he hums. “The way you clench your jaw, the way your brows are pressed together. So angry. So cute.”

Fighting hard not to blush instantly at his words, you smack your lips and squint your eyes at him.

“You should’ve seen me slapping that bitch then. I bet it would’ve made you hard.”

He stares at you for a second, his lip twitches in confirmation, before he lowers his head down to you. Red eyes glowing at you before he whispers.

“That’s what happened when I heard what you said to that brat.” he coos, while he gently strokes your jaw.

Heart squeeze.

Your face paints itself in a deep red.

“I wish I would’ve been there, seeing you snap like that. Would’ve loved to shove my cock into that angry, bratty mouth of yours, to push and fuck, until you’re choking. Until I see that fucked out face of yours again. It makes my cocks throb just thinking about it.”

“It does?”

“It does.”

His finger wanders up to brush against your cheek, as you drown in his eyes and words, hating that he can’t make you hate him.

Asshole.

Continue.

“I’m still angry.” you breathe.

“Liar.” he coos, before he leans in, licking your bottom lip. Slowly. Needy.

He sighs, before his left bottom hand gently takes his kiseru back, your fingers brushing against each others in the process.

“She made me bleed.” you mumble. “I want you to make her bleed, too.”

He chuckles.

“So demanding.” he grins, before he wraps his hand around your cheeks, squeezing them. “I’m gonna punish her as I see fit, Princess.” he continues, before taking another puff.

You keep staring and Sukuna huffs at the sight of your lips popping forward, the smoke escaping his mouth in the process, before he lets go of your cheeks.

God.

How you love watching him like that. Being a silly monster with attractive wrinkles in his eyes.

“Are you going to punish your Princess for laying her hands on one of your favourite subordinates?” you whisper into his hooded eyes, while his lips curl back into a smirk. A hungry one.

“If she wants me to.” he coos back, while he tilts his head and furrows his brow.

Your lips part, as you watch him and you nod, almost unnoticeable. He leans impossibly closer.

“Good.” he flares his eyes at you. “Still angry?”

“Always.” you lie a second time.

A purr escapes his throat, before he chuckles. Your King grabs your left wrist with his bottom right hand and pulls you towards him, onto his lap.

And you let him.

With your right hand you pull up the fabric of your kimono, to straddle him. Sitting down on his cross legged thighs, he grabs your ass and pulls you flush against him. You gasp, as you feel his bulge beneath your cunt. So incredibly hard and huge, as his dicks press against the straining fabric of his pants beneath his kimono.

You almost feel his pulse.

Throb.

Sukuna’s previous actions and words already made you feel wet between your thighs, but now feeling how needy he is for you, makes you clench against the fabric of his robe.

His precious robe.

“Your kimono is going to be a mess, my King.” you breathe, while he leans back, propping himself up on the elbows of his upper pair of arms. “Because I can feel you being hard for me. They’re making me so wet for you.”

“Soaking.” he corrects you, his voice a breath, while you feel him shifting his legs behind you.

“Soaking.” you repeat even quieter, before he gently bucks his hips up, his bulge pressing harder against you. You fall forward, your small hands meet his chest for support.

“Ah!” you whimper at the friction and you know you already left a stain. The white fabric feels so soft against your bare folds, just like his bare skin.

His hooded red eyes watch you intently, as he bucks his hip another time, only to give you a little bit of friction. His chest keeps rising and falling beneath your hands and you see him opening his mouth slightly.

He‘s enjoying this.

You breathe heavily, while sitting on top of him and after a moment, you notice his motions became still. Desperate eyes find red aroused ones, pupils blown, before Sukuna nudges his head in your direction.

Oh.

His bottom pair of hands find your knees and his fingers brush against them over and over again, so gentle, before you start moving.

Ride me, the moment on his throne replays in your head, as you start to slowly rub yourself against him.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Sukuna keeps watching you, his facial features twitching in arousal and his breath becoming audible, just like yours. You start to moan silently.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

It’s quiet in your room, only your aroused breaths and the friction on the fabric is heard. You feel your cheeks burning, as you keep looking into Sukuna’s lust ridden face.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Your movement causes a small wrinkle to form in the fabric under your oozing cunt. It pokes into your hole again and again. With every motion you make.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

Thighs start to tremble, as the feeling in your cunt increases. The little wrinkle keeps moving, his dicks start twitching.

“Oh god.” you whisper, as you let your eyes fall shut to drown in the pleasure, as the knot in your abdomen keeps tightening and tightening.

Sukuna groans at this needy sight of yours and you notice his fingers now digging harshly into your knees and the flesh of your thighs. Feeling his legs shifting, you open your eyes slightly, still looking down and see how he impatiently fiddles with his remaining fingers. You look back up to his face, his facial expression so sinister and tense.

He’s about to snap. He can barely control himself.

“My Ki-“

“Keep going.” he growls aggressively, while bucking his hips up into you another time, making you squeak loudly.

“Agh!” you whine, as you continue to work yourself on his fabric.

You feel good, but you’d feel better with his cocks pounding you into unconsciousness. They twitch under your cunt and you keep rubbing yourself, while your hands find his face and you lean forward.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.

“Let’s just fuck.” you whimper quietly. “P-Please, my Love.”

He’s tensing up, you feel it so intensely, but he just sneers at you.

“I said keep going.” he growls, before the hands on your knees suddenly find your ass, before he starts rubbing you harsher against him.

You moan loudly, his actions being so unexpected and rough.

Back and forth.Back and forth.Back and forth.

“Fffuck.” you moan. “Please, my King, I need you inside me.” you whine into his face, while your hands find their way back to his chest, fingers crawling inside of his kimono and pushing the fabric apart, ready to undress him. His cocks twitch heavily beneath your cunt and it’s almost enough to send you over the edge. Sukuna doesn’t respond to your plea, just grunts and growls at the friction and the sight of you. That tiny wrinkle tickles and probes against your hole.

You’re close.

Back and forth.Back and forth.Back and forth.

“Is this my punishment?” you whine so close to your orgasm, while he keeps moving you, so desperate to make you cum against him.

“No. It‘s mine.” he growls, moving faster. “For making you wait for me.”

“Wha-? AAAhh!” you cum hard against his white kimono, creaming all over it with your essence, your hole desperately trying to grab and clench around his dicks beneath. He groans in sync with you, watching you come undone on top of him.

You pant heavily, almost unable to hold yourself up against his chest. The orgasm was forceful, but not as satisfying as it would’ve been with his dicks inside you.

You’re still hungry.

Sukuna, being breathless himself, gently pushes you off his lap, only to reveal a creamy stain on the white fabric. Just like you expected. A hand on his palm forms, to lick up the mess.

You let yourself fall and roll onto your futon right next to you, before you elevate your head and watch him.

“What were you saying?” you ask breathlessly, while Sukuna stands up. His words were so unexpected, but so hot to you.

“Your punishment comes later.” he mumbles, while he throws you an angry glance and walks out of your chambers without further explanation.

Your door slides shut.

What?

Confusion paints your face, before a giggle builds up in your throat and you can’t help to let it out.

“What a bastard.” you laugh to yourself, while thinking of his angry face as he walked out. “Ahahahah, so angry and so horny.”

You look down and see your exposed legs and cunt, before throwing your head back in another wave of laughter.

“His punishment. Ksksksksks.” cheeks already start to hurt, before you turn around on your stomach. “What a cute bastard.”

You calm down and think about the punishment you’re going to receive. At your call. You think and think and slowly, a specific thought comes into your mind and you smile to yourself.

Where did he go? With that stain on his kimono?

You snort at your thoughts, before you remember, that you’re still bloody all over your face. Getting up, you go to the bowl of water and undress yourself. Taking the cloth, you start cleaning yourself, your face, your tits, beneath your armpits, between your thighs. After you’re clean, you put on a new kimono and decide to search for Akiko, to apologise one more time for your behaviour.

Walking into the halls and past the garden, you see that it’s already evening.

Maybe she’s gonna get his dinner soon.

Looking around in this section of the shrine, you can’t find her. You turn and walk to the door that’s leading to the throne room. Opening the door quietly, you can hear voices mumbling, before you poke your head in.

Sukuna is sitting on the top of the mountain of skulls upon his throne, Uraume is standing right next to him and they seem to discuss something, but you can’t make out what it is. The faint echo of the halls making it impossible to understand it. Your King immediately stops talking as soon as he notices you. A familiar squeeze on your heart gently knocks the breath out of you, before he nudges his head to you, motioning you to keep out.

“My apologies.” you say, bowing your head and closing the door in front of you again.

You sigh.

What kind of business?, you ask yourself again, while walking into the other part of the shrine.

He just keeps sitting on his throne with a pussy stain on his robe. Just like that. He must be horny.

Once again, you snort at your own thoughts, while heading to the kitchen. Chewing on your lip, you hope to find Akiko soon, since you’re not allowed in this section of the shrine at this time of day.

You keep walking and suddenly, a familiar squeaking rolls over the stone floor. Nervously, you keep looking until Akiko turns around the corner with his dinner, exactly as you hoped.

“My Lady!” she whispers, relieved to see you.

“Akiko!” you smile at her quietly. “Are you okay? What happened in the kitchen?”

She stops to tell you about it, but you motion her to keep going in order to get out of these halls.

“I’m okay, she wasn’t in the kitchen. The maid commented that she’s been in her room all day.” Akiko explains.

“Huh.” you hum in surprise.

“I got his dinner and quickly went out. The atmosphere seemed a bit tense.” she continues and you eye her with worry.

“Be careful, yes?” you say seriously.

“I will, my Lady.” she responds and bows her head slightly.

Both of you turn the corner to the hall leading to his chambers, as suddenly the doors to the throne room open. Sukuna walks out along with Uraume behind him. Your eyes meet, before you vanish behind the corner. The speed of his footsteps increase slightly, until he appears walking next to Akiko, looking down to her.

“Mhm. Dinner.” he coos, looming over her and flashing his teeth in a grin, unable for her to see since she lowered her face.

You glare at him, while his upper pair of eyes seek your face, his bottom pair of eyes stay pinned at Akiko. He starts chuckling at your sinister face, while the three of you keep walking to his chambers.

Not a further word is spoken.

The sound of his door sliding shut.

The cart in the middle of the room like it should be. Akiko left. Only a human and a curse left in this room.

You stand at the opened garden door, watching the sunset, while you hear clatter of the plates and how Sukuna starts to eat.

Dinner.

“Are you growing impatient?” you ask. “To eat her I mean.”

Crack.

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answer to, Princess.” he munches.

Your heartbeat skips. His answer makes you grow nervous.

“Unfortunately, I told you that it’s gonna happen whenever you like me to.” he continues, calm. “So, do as you please. She’s yours.”

You huff.

He was just messing with me.

Sukuna’s munching sounds grow louder in your head, as if you’re standing right next to his stomach mouth. Indulging, feasting, devouring.

“Why don’t you just eat that bitch?” you mumble quietly to yourself, not even intending for him to hear it.

The sun sets, the sky turns dark, the nature of the night starts to sing.

Sukuna swallows.

“I told you.” he grumbles.

“Did you? Not really.” you respond, still having your back turned to him.

A pause, until his feet start walking up to you, until you suddenly feel his hand grab the back of your neck and his lips against your ear.

“Don’t question me.” he whispers, his tone threatening. You turn around to him and muster his face for a second.

“I do as I please.” you whisper back. Confidently.

His lip twitches, before you feel the incredible need to press your lips against his.

And you do.

He groans against the kiss, if it’s out of anger or arousal, you don’t know, but you press yourself harder against him. The kiss is hungry, he bites your lip and you lick his tongue, tasting the remaining blood of his meal. The taste ignites something in you. His hand shifts, chocking your throat now and you grow weak. His other hands grab your body too, your waist, your ass, the side of your ribcage. You feel the blood flow to your brain decrease, makes you dizzy in your head and willing to be overpowered by him. Hungry hisses and groans are exchanged between your open mouths until you break the kiss.

“You said you’re going to punish me if I want you to.” you stare hungry into his eyes. Sukuna impatiently catches your bottom lip between his teeth, before he nods. His expression turns so needy, his brows furrowed, his pupils blown.

He needs to fuck. And I want, too.

But not here.

“Please walk with me first, my King.” you mouth against his cheek, before stepping away from him. His grip on you loosens up, letting you know he admitted to your plea. With a final look into his eyes, you turn around and walk to the door.

Your hand slides the door open and you pause, turning your head slightly to your King.

“My punishment isn’t due in your chambers.” you say, before you start to walk into the halls.

Into the darkness, so quiet.

Sukuna follows you, only a few steps after you and still you feel this incredible menacing energy looming over you.

He needs you as much as you need him.

Needs to fuck you, as much as you want to be fucked.

And you know exactly where you want it.

Because you’re ready for war.

You walk and walk, with a slow pace, step by step. At the end of the halls, you turn right and open the door. Sukuna keeps following you wordlessly. Your fingers find the knot of your obi, untying it and throwing it on the floor.

A dark, but quiet purr escapes his chest and you keep walking. Another step and you start to undress your robe, leaving every piece of your kimono on the floor, until you’re naked. Your exposed skin, engulfed in darkness, only to be shined upon the moonlight through the spaces of the wall.

Almost there.

As you reach the desired door, you turn around and you see how Sukuna’s tall figure increases his speed and walks towards you. Fast.

Step. Step. Step.

He approaches you, hoists you up and slams you against the wall. His mouth smashes against yours, purring and devouring you in the darkness of these halls.

So impatient.

You throw your arms around his neck and let yourself drown in his actions. He presses himself so hard against you, it almost hurts. Kissing you so deep and intensely. So needy and hungry. Lips and tongues and teeth meeting each other to eat and feast without consuming. His cannibalistic saliva suddenly tastes so good to you, so special and sweet.

Oh god how much it turns you on.

Your hands are rushing to his kimono, parting the fabric on his chest. Fingers slipping under his robe, feeling his muscles underneath, the way he breathes so fast and the way his heart beats in excitement. Your hands slide up to his neck and get a hold of his face, before you break the kiss.

“Thank you for those motherfucking kois.” you breathe in a raspy voice, before he slams his lips back onto yours. His bottom pair of hands that are holding you up, squeeze your ass and press you harder against him. Your cunt drools onto the fabric of his kimono again, until you feel his stomach tongue slipping out through the gap of the fabric.

“Ah!” a muffled cry into his mouth makes him groan back against yours, as his tongue penetrates your cunt.

“Go on, let me know how well I’m treating you, Princess.” he breathes against your opened, moaning mouth. “Before I’m gonna pound these little holes so hard you won’t be able to speak.”

You gasp at his words and the feeling between your thighs. Even now you’re almost speechless, as he keeps tongue fucking your soaking hole.

“You treat me so well …hah… Almost like…” you pant, moaning and whining in between, feeling his tongue swirling around in you. “As…As if I’m your Queen, my King.” you dig your nails into his neck.

A satisfied groan escapes his throat, before he starts kissing and licking at your neck. So hastily and impatient, as if he’s got no time to lose anymore. You squeeze your arms around his neck in pleasure, before you whimper in his ear.

“Take me inside, my Love.” you bite the shell of his ear. “Take me hard.”

“Oh yeah?” he bites down your collarbone, before he leans back and grabs your jaw. “As you wish, Princess.” he hisses, before he opens the door to the kitchen and walks inside with your legs still wrapped around him. Sukuna kisses you, his motions turning more and more aggressive, before he harshly slams you on the wooden counter in the middle, causing it to move and scrape slightly across the floor, shoving off all the cutlery, utensils and plates that were sitting on the surface. They hit the ground, so loud, bursting and clashing, while Sukuna’s lips never leave yours. You hear apples roll around, before the sound of Sukuna flicking his fingers hits your ear. A spark ignites the one candle that’s still been sitting on the eating table in the corner. It’s not bright, but enough for you to see that huge curse in front of you, orange colours flickering against his figure, while his eyes stare so hungry at you. Sukuna is about to make you his once again.

In their kitchen.

And it’s exactly what you want.

He keeps kissing you roughly, before he pulls at your feet, making you fall off the counter again. With a harsh movement, he turns you around and bends you over it, while you hear how his other hand hastily pushes down the pants beneath his kimono to finally free his throbbing dicks.

Slap!

His other right hand stings at your rear and you whine, before you feel him grab your hips and pulls your ass further up to meet his dicks. Another hand of his grabs the back of your neck, pressing your face against the surface you’re lying on. Your mind can’t follow what’s happening, almost clouded from him manhandling you like that and you love it. The pleasure overrides your brain.

Spit!

Sukuna’s saliva meets your clenching asshole and he groans at the sight. You feel it dripping down to your soaking pussy and you’re ready, so ready for him. He guides the tip of one of his dicks and rubs it against your tight asshole, coating it with his spit, before he starts to push. Asshole only.

And you whine, it’s been a while since you took his dick in your ass, but you trust him not to hurt you. His ragged breathing turns you on more and more, as he keeps pushing and pushing. You almost feel his hands trembling on the parts he has his grip on you. Suddenly, another hand joins. You feel a tongue lick against your slowly stretching hole, licking and wetting it more and more and you moan. It feels better and better with every second, the stretch and pressure of his dick inside you, the tongue easing the pain his girth brings with.

“You’re so good to me, my King, my Love.” you moan, desperately searching for something to hold on to.

“Ahhh…” Sukuna groans deeply at your words, his voice jittering and you know he’s still holding back.

He keeps pushing and pushing and soon, you feel him fully inserted in you, twitching in you.

“Sing into my ears.” he growls “…if you can.”

And suddenly he starts pounding your hole so hard, that a scream escapes your throat, before it knocks the wind out of your lungs.

Spit!

He smacks his lips and another load of spit meets his moving cock, coating it more and more. You’re gasping, want to moan, but nothing comes out, as he takes you so good and hard, just like you wanted. Nails scratch across the wooden surface, leaving marks, before your hands desperately try to grab around the edge in front of you, to get a grip on reality, to stay in the here and now, but he doesn’t let you.

“Not going anywhere, Princess.” Sukuna growls, as he notices your attempt and grabs your wrists with his left upper hand and crosses them behind your back. You can’t move, hands pinned behind your back, your face being pressed against the counter, your feet dangling in the air from the way he’s holding your hips. Suddenly, your mind comes back, as you start to feel his balls slapping harshly against your clit with every thrust.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

Pleasure doubles and shoots through your body like lightning, making you come back to life, making you start to scream and shake of pleasure and arousal.

“That’s right, y/n. Keep singing.” he growls, while he keeps pounding and his balls keep slapping, echoing in the whole room. Your cunt clenches, so needy, so desperately. It drives you fucking insane.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

“Fuuuu-ah-ah-ah-ckkkk!” you cry, as the motion makes you start to drool on the counter beneath your face. He chuckles at the sight.

“Nasty bitch.” he growls. “Been thinking about you all day. This fucking stain on my kimono being the constant reminder of how much you want me.” he leans down to your ear. “Being the constant reminder of how much I want you.”

“Oh god.” you moan loudly.

“Of how much I need to feel and fuck you…” he keeps cooing, while emphasising every word with a thrust. “…need to devour you.”

A moan gets stuck in your throat, as you hear his words and your heart skips a beat. You press your eyes shut, your brows furrowed in pleasure, while your mouth is wide open, as he keeps ramming himself into your ass like an animal. You feel you’re about to cum any second and not at all during this sweet torture that he keeps putting you in.

And suddenly he stops.

You rip your eyes open, inhale loudly as if you’ve been underwater for too long. Going slow now, stroking soothing circles on the skin of your hips with his fingers.

So cruel.

So sensual.

He presses your ass against him, and you feel the length of his upper dick poking against your tailbone. A loud, raspy exhale escapes his throat, as he starts to roll and circle and sway his hips, reaching into you so deep, making you feel like he’s moving your insides. His bottom dick inside you twitches and you gasp. A high pitched whine shoots through your chest every now and then, as he keeps moving and moving. Lustful growls and snarls echo in your ears, making you grow wetter and wetter by the second, making you feel as if the juice of your cunt is going to drip down to the floor soon. And you hope it does.

You tremble in his hold, his ragged breathing letting you know he’s close.

“You want me so bad?” you whine. “Just tell me that you’re mine.”

With all the sanity you have left in you, you start circling your ass around his cock. Sukuna moans at your actions and lets go of your neck and wrists and hips, to get a better look at what you do to him.

Circle. Circle.

“Fffuck… look at you.” he whispers.

“I know you could. I know you are.” you continue teasing him. After a moment, he groans loudly.

“Not yet, my Princess.” he hisses.

Circle. Circle.

“Are you close?” you moan.

“So close.” he admits with a jittering voice.

With his answer, you stop your motions and carefully roll onto your back, keeping his cock inside your ass. Sukuna hisses and you clench, as you see his lust ridden face and his tattooed chest beneath the parted fabric of his kimono. The left side of his robe almost falling off his shoulders.

It looks so messy. So untidy.

So sexy.

You spread your legs and wrap them around him, pulling him a step closer to you. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you reach for his upper dick with your left hand and stroke it a few times, before you lead it to your unattended cunt. Instinctively he slides through your slick a few times, coating his dick with your essence. You gasp, before you look at him seductively.

“Make sure they’ll hear it.” you mutter and his red eyes flare up, as a sadistic grin spreads on his face.

“So this is what this is about.” he hisses, while he finally inserts his upper dick into you. “Gonna use me to get revenge for that fucking brat.”

His grin.

He looks so proud.

You can’t hide the smirk that crawls into your face, before Sukuna grabs your hips again and starts fucking you in a steady pace. The friction in your needy cunt distorts the look on your face back into pleasure. Your mouth is opened wide, your brows furrowed in lust, while you keep staring at him. His lip twitches at your sight and your bouncing tits and your eyes wander down his torso, how it moves beneath the fabric of his kimono. You could cum at the sight of him alone.

“So fucking hot.” you mumble, as you look back into his eyes and his grip on your hips grows tighter. “Fucking me so good, so so good.”

“Argh” he growls, while his eyes pierce into yours, his expression starts to mimic your pleasured one.

You lay down on your back, tilt your head at him and lick your upper lip slowly and seductively.

“Divine.”

His lip twitches, before he growls loudly at the sight of you. Sukuna increases his pace, before grabbing your tits and squeezes them with his upper pair of hands.

“Look at you. My sweet Princess. So fucking devious.” a groan that turns into a chuckle. It makes you grin back at him, although you have to concentrate so intensely not to melt from his motions.

Slap!

A harsh thrusts makes you moan out loud, makes the counter move again, makes you almost lose composure. Sukuna starts to pinch your nipples.

“Doing such filthy things ’cause she wants to be my little Queen so so bad.” his raspy voice, you could cum any second. Sukuna moves his left hand from your nipples up to your faces and pushes his thumb into your mouth. You suck and lick mindlessly, like the needy whore you are for him.

And he enjoys it so, so much.

You moan around his thumb, making him moan out loud, while he keeps thrusting and thrusting.

Devious.

You bite into his finger. A loud groan followed by a chuckle shoots through his throat.

“That’s my girl. Fuck.” he growls so deeply, before he leans over you, grabbing your hands with his and pins them down besides your head.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

With animalistic noises he starts fucking you so violently, while he intertwines his fingers with yours. The counter keeps moving with every thrust and you scream and cry. Tears forming in your eyes, as his dicks keep pounding and punching your insides so good and deep, that your eyes are about to roll back. His kimono hangs down onto your naked body, the soft fabric tickling your skin. Your voice so loud for them to hear, for everyone to hear, letting everyone know how good he treats you.

His, his Princess, his Queen.

And he does it, too. Doesn’t hold back the noises that keep building up in his chest. Keeps moaning and growling and snarling, just for you. Your pussy so wet and your ass so tight for him, it makes your heart squeeze. Makes your heart squeeze to let you know how much he needed you and perhaps how much he loves you.

And right now, you believe he does. So much.

Because it’s just you and him.

You and him.

“Spread those legs wider for me so I can give you what you fucking want.” he growls aggressively against your face, his hands on your hips moving up, to grab the back of your knees and pushes your legs further apart.

So deep.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

And finally you snap.

“Fuuuuck!” you cry and cum around him, as he keeps fucking and fucking. Sukuna doesn’t stop, pants so heavily at your orgasming sight, as he folds you in half, pinning your knees down to meet the surface of the counter.

SlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlapSlap

He moans and moans and pants and breathes. His mouth open wide, his eyes so angry, about to roll back.

“Shower me in it.” you moan in your bliss and it’s making him snap as well.

“You filthy slut! Take it!” he groans so loud and deep, as he let’s go of your body and slips out of your holes. Sukuna pumps himself aggressively, propping his right knee on the counter and shoots his warm cum on your body. You prop yourself back up on your elbows, raise your chin, close your eyes and open your mouth, to catch whatever drops of your Kings seed may land in your face. He moans so loud while doing it, just like you wanted, while the sticky fluid lands not only on your stomach, tits and face, but also on the counter.

Just like I wanted.

Such a mess.

Sukuna calms down, as he squeezes the last drops out of his dicks. He slides his knee off the counter and looks at you with hooded, relaxed eyes, before he tugs his dicks back into his pants and his kimono back into place.

You look at him, breathless, cum staining your face and body. Sliding your index finger across your stomach, coating it in his seed, before you suck it off your finger. Sukuna tilts his head watching you intensely, before he huffs at the sight of you.

You grin, swallowing, before you slide your whole hand across your body and face and smear the cum onto the surface you’re laying on. He keeps watching you, a devious smirk spreads on his lips.

So proud.

“Slut.” he smirks quietly and the way he says it makes your heart flutter.

“What a punishment. I’m curious, if the others enjoyed it as much as I did.” you coo, tilting your head.

Sukuna huffs at your words, shakes his head and turns around. Your eyes follow him, only to see that the door wasn’t closed shut the whole time, making your lip twitch in excitement.

Sliding down the counter, you walk after him. Quietly.

Leaving the mess in the kitchen untouched.

You pick up the pieces of your kimono, while you silently make your way back into his chambers. Sukuna is walking a few steps ahead of you and you can’t help to admire this tall man over and over again. The way he walks, the way the moonlight compliments the pink shade of his hair and figure. So peaceful. The things he’s done just minutes ago being unimaginable right now.

He arrives at his door, slides it open and without looking at you, he walks in.

And the door stays open.

For you.

[gabyscafe]

hey! i loved your fanfic do much that i thought i'd request something! so here's what i'm thinking:

Muerte x easily flustered lamb/sheep reader! reader works as a florist, often giving Muerte flowers with loving notes attached, one day muerte notices reader is more flustered than usual. you can continue from here if you want!

▸Muerte[PIBTLW] x easily flustered lamb/sheep! Reader◂

Thank you for the request! <3

Fem! Y/n

Hope u like it!

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Y/n was watering her flowers, like usual, daisy flowers to more specific. The town was calm, just one or two people walking around, but nothing to much. She ended the work, and go into the store, but when she was about to come in, Y/n hears a whistle coming with the wind. And she knows exactly who it was...

She runs inside and pick up three flowers, three little peonies, pick a "messager paper" used to do presents, and wrote a note. When she finished, the lamb could hear a jingle from the door, meaning that someone gets in.

"Hola Monería, you got something for me today?" He ask looking at her [eyes color] eyes, she offers the flowers to him. "I hope you like those! " he nods "Gracias fluffy" Death pet her fluffy head before leaving the store. Y/n blushed, she knows that he was teasing her.

Outside of the Muerte take the paper a read it, ["you are handsome like a flower❤"], he smile and chucked, "que lindo".

This thing of flowers and notes, has been happening for a lot of months. Y/n wants to confessed her love for Muerte! But every time she tries, she gets flustered so much that she couldn't even talk. But then, one day the little sheep decided to do it, even if that means she get rejected!

She take the paper and started to write it, and this time with all her heart! ["Muerte, I think you are cool, handsome, and nice, I like you so much, not even words could express it, so I just want to say that... Te amo! -Y/n"]. She put in the bouquet of roses, and then she hears the whistle.

"Hola Cordera, what do you got here? " her face heated up and she couldn't even speak. "Are you okay, cordera? No me parece bien... " she just give him the bouquet, and run to the back of the store.

Death was confused, he started to read the note, and a slight blushed could been seem of his cheeks. " oh, So that's why..."

In the other side, Y/n was starting to regret it. "Tonta, tonta! Why do you did it?! What he's gonna think about you! " she talked to herself, "¿porque no preguntas a él?" She jumped of fright, and then her face just instantly turned red.

"M.. M.. Muerte!! " "you mean what you write? ", she starts to shivering. " I... S..Sorr- " he cut her up, "¿Quisiste decir lo que escribiste?" " S..Si, I'm sorry if I said something wro-". Then out of nowhere, he put her into a hug, Y/n was confused but she hug him back, and they stayed like this for some time.

"También te amo, mi pequeña cordera"

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Gracias = thanks

Que lindo = how cute

Te amo = I love you

Cordera = Sheep/lamb

No me parece bien = you doesn't look well to me.

Tonta = idiot

¿Porque no preguntas a el? = why don't you ask him?

¿Quisiste decir lo que escribiste? = you mean what you write?

También te amo, mi cordera = I love you too, my little sheep.

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Hope u guys like it, sorry for any mistakes english not my first language.

And see you guys next time!! ~☕💖🌺

[brookynnbabygirl]

MAFIA AU c!schlatt x sheep!reader pt.1

This is my new brain rot I cannot stop thinking about this

Sheep!reader having money troubles not living in a good neighborhood and is forced to get a second job at a night club.

Y/n not a professional pole dancer and doesn’t look like they even belong in that environment at all, big doe eyes soft curves and a worried look as they mostly walk around like a lost puppy

The other dancers in skimpy little to no clothing confidently sitting on rich men’s laps or draining money from a poor suckers wallet, while your nervous and unsure as you sit at the bar hopelessly and defeated

Your stripper name? Cotten ball due to your fluffy curly hair and cute round tail peaking right behind you

As you sit your eye catches someone in the VIP booth looking back at you , a ram surrounded by a lot of other men in suits and women, his brown strong eyes undressing you slowly as you squirmed in your seat a bit

After a few minutes one of the men call you over. Your ears perk up and you gulp as you walk towards the velvety red ropes and hear a whistle calling you over

The big ram smirking as her patted his lap for you to sit, of course you follow orders and straddle him your face red and small body shivering slightly he gently holds your hips and rubs small circles with his thumb as he coos you softly near your ear since the music was loud

“Now….what’sa young pretty lamb like yourself doin here? You know there’s big mean predators who would just love to eat ya up hm?” Schlatt chuckles softly running his hands all over you and petting your head softly

The whole night the both of you talking and drinking as he slips bills and stacks of cash in your waist band and your nerves turning into attraction as you notice how handsome this ram is and tall

Your all too innocent and he knows that he wants to keep it that way, from the way your ears twitch when your stuttering or trying not to whisper to the way your cute fluffy tail wags and your small cute horns peak at the top of your head

After many hours one of his men would whisper something to him causing him to groan in annoyance and nods a bit. “Sorry doll, I’ve gotta…handle some business…but I do hope I’ll see ya round yeah?” She grinned and chuckled as you blushed red and shyly nodded

By the time your shift was over you where outside in the cold wearing a big jacket waiting for the last bus of the night

As you stood there a black car stopped and the tinted windows rolled down and heard a familiar voice tell you “come in doll….I’ll take good care of you”.

(Below is what I imagined reader was wearing at the club!)

[yanban-san]

The whack a mile analogy got me thinking, the twins go on a date at a carnival and for whatever reason the two get highly competitive. First as a friendly joke but then they get serious serious. Darling is just “Wow Ingo great aim!!!” and Ingo turns to Emmet with a smirk and Emmets smile tightens. When darling applauds because emmet is faster at whack a mole his smile is blindingly bright and smug and Ingos pulls his hat down “Because his light was leaking too much for their dearest, not because he didn’t want to see that smug face.”

The carnival was certainly amusing, they supposed. The twin demons didn't seem to be particularly interested in any one thing- The rides were, they supposed, enjoyable- To humans. Roller coasters and the strange rides that gently spun you in the air- Only served to give them future ideas. The entire time the three of you rode the roller coaster, Ingo's mind was consumed with thoughts of taking you through the air so gently in his claws- Resting you on clouds, perhaps- tumbling through the air with you in his embrace-! And although you did enjoy the rides, you were more enamored with the adorable mareeps and wooloos and furfrows at the petting zoo that had set up alongside the fair. Strangely most of the adorable pokemon grew tense when you approached- With your darling boyfriends on either side of you. "Isn't she adorable? Her wool is so soft!" You asked, gently squishing the soft, soft fur of the wooloo as it bleated happily in your embrace- It's eyes darted between the two imposing figures hovering over your shoulders.

"Yes. I suppose it is." Emmet bent down and reached his hand out to stroke the little creature- And the Wooloo snuggled into your embrace, away from the Station Master- Before realizing there was another Station Master who looked far more intimidating on the other side of you as well. Emmet's eyes fell in frustration, his smile betraying his annoyance and his- slight sadness. The majority of pokemon were skittish around them, for some reason. The wooloo didn't feel anything particularly bad from your beloved boyfriends, just- something wrong- Ominous. Ingo moved silently closer to you. Crouching down alongside you, hand on your back while you balanced yourself precariously on the balls of your feet. Emmet sighed, watching the interaction unfold.

You were no stranger to frightened pokemon- And you knew how intimidating the Subway Bosses could be! That was all. The pokemon were simply scared of them, that was all.

"Here, Emmet! Offer her some corn instead. She's probably frightened of you a little bit..." You turned to Ingo. "You too, Ingo- She's just a little intimidated, is all."

Emmet and Ingo both took small cups of the grain- And knew what the reaction of such a cute, small, and pathetically weak pokemon would be. It ran from the three of you, to the far side of the pen, where it stayed.

"She's probably just... jittery?" You sighed in frustration, pouting. Your poor boyfriends- Why were all the cute pokemon so terrified of them?

Ingo stared down at the lambs running around their pen. "Probably. Do not fret, Love. Most pokemon do not like our company."

Emmet leaned over your shoulder, a soft smile on his face. "Yes, do not worry, Darling. We are used to it. Please- Pet the sheep to your heart's content. Brother and I are just happy to watch you- To be with you."

You blushed at his sweet remark, Ingo suddenly bending over to place a kiss on your forehead in an unusual gesture- "Yes, dear. Please, enjoy yourself."

You bent down closer and gave another sheep a hug and smooch, eliciting a cute baa from it. Emmet's eyes didn't leave you- Studying the cute face you made. "She's so soft-!" You remarked, squishing the wool on the sheep- Certainly, Emmet thought, though not softer than him. Ingo kept his eyes over the crowd. He disliked large gatherings like this, out in broad daylight- Too many things prowling about, the heat too intense for your head- The way several humans had looked at you lecherously- It set off his possessiveness, tinged with nerves, and he caught himself several times trying to shield you, hide you away in the shadows of his coat- And perhaps a few degenerate people simply disappeared, like soap bubbles caught on the wind.

You continued to pet the sheep, unaware of your boyfriend's growing- and to them, at least slightly justified- paranoia. The soft expression you adopted, the smile you wore on your face- It stirred their hearts possessively. Ingo watched raptly as he leaned over to look at you- No, the wooloo, of course-!

Though, despite his best efforts... He couldn't keep his eyes off you.

"Daarling, I want to hug you." Emmet whined, his expression softening. You turned to face him, having let go of the sheep. "Of course,-" And before you could even finish the sentence or stand up, you were swept up in the arms of the Station Master- His teeth barred together in an aggressive smile as he pulled you into his embrace.

"Em-Emmet," You spoke, muffled into his chest-

"Emmet," Ingo began, giving his brother a glare- A warning glare, at that- Emmet's smile held too many teeth, his eyes flickering with the faintest glimmer of a light in his eyes-

Emmet smiled turned sheepish, letting you go with a hint of a mischievous laugh- And took your right hand in his, leaving your left free for his brother.

Hands locked with hands, your dear twin beloveds guided you through the rest of the petting zoo and back to the rest of the Castelian Carnival; Enjoying rides and eating delicious sweets- Emmet somehow devoured a massive, deluxe sized cotton candy on his own, and Ingo tried to only pick at yours- looking at it longingly from time to time as the sugar dissolved in his mouth.

It was strange, you noted- When they took your hands, how no one seemed to notice you or them, or commented on the fact that the legendary Bosses of the Unovan Transit System were glued to your sides, holding your hands and watching you intently- Stealing every sort of little kiss and touch they could from you, their darling little sweetheart! It was enough to make you blush that they were so forward in public, but they assuaged you- Promising you, strangely, that not to worry- No one would notice you with them, so please- Just let them hold you, let them touch you-! It barely registered to you that such a thing should not have been promisable in the first place; Or would it? You'd stop to think about it only for Ingo to suddenly pull you in for a light kiss, or Emmet would squeeze you against him tightly- And what else was there to think about aside from the sudden thudding of your heart and the warmth spreading across your whole form as you blushed at their ministrations?

And then came games. You were, at first, not terribly interested in them- You knew how carny games were so often rigged against the player, seeming so easy yet in actuality, much of it came down to luck and chance, rather than any sort of skill.

This, of course, naturally infuriated your darling boyfriends when you informed them of why you weren't particularly eager to play- So they asked you, please, to try one- A cute Gible plushie would be your reward for a simple ball toss game-! If you could win. Finally, you relented.

You chucked a ball half-heartedly towards the center goal-

Only for it to bounce perfectly into your chosen target.

You blinked in amazement. Ingo clapped behind you. "Bravo! If you can do that just a few more times, Love- The little Dragon fluff will be yours!"

You smiled at your love's enthusiasm, though certainly- this was just another one of your strange bouts of good luck you had, right?

And the next ball hit the target.

And the next one did.

The carney watched wide-eyed and amazed that you managed to get four of the five balls dead center- Surely the fifth one would miss...? That Gible plushie was expensive.

The carney gave you your fifth ball- Rough and knicked up and springy and sure to fall far off course and leave you with the taste of a victory-turned-defeat in your mouth- At the very least, he could probably drag a few more games out of you and your companions. You would get so close, why not try again-?

You turned the ball round in your hand, Emmet and Ingo eying it with a glint- Such a vile way of tricking you, they felt. Trickery was only for making your life easier- Not for making it more difficult. And the two watched it as you went to pitch it- Actually putting effort into it, your face contorted in concentration and betraying just how much effort you were putting into acquiring the prize.

And you threw it, watching it fly-

On course! Landing firmly in the center target, making a loud clop as the target spot lit up in congratulations. The carney's smile was strained in annoyance- You didn't have any pokemon with you, so he couldn't even blame it on a psychic type intervening...

Emmet and Ingo both clapped behind you. "Verry good, Darling!" "Bravo!" You smiled at them bashfully, the carney's expression turning to annoyance as the three of you walked off with his best top-shelf prize.

You were a little more than amazed yourself- Walking away proudly with the life-size plushie of the Sinnohin Dragon under your arm- Your two boyfriends asking over and over if you did not need them to carry it for you? You cuddled it annoyingly, and it occupied both of your arms.

Maybe they should not have let you won it so easily-

"Is there anything else that catches your interest, Darling?" Emmet asked, leaning over your shoulder-

You looked over several of the other game stands. Most offered plushes, toys- Nothing too fancy, but entertaining for children, at least.

Until-

You saw the Whack-a-Patrat stand had an absolutely gorgeous Gracidea pin on display in a glass case- On the top prize shelf-

For a dual contest. Both contestants had to score a certain amount of points, and then it would go to whoever got more points.

You stared at the beautiful flower pin- Even if flowers weren't normally your thing, this was beautiful. Crafted from fine cut glass, elegant barely began to describe it. "Crafted by an artisan from the Lostlorn forest, dontcha know." The carney drawled in some heavy accent- Solaceon, perhaps?

Emmet and Ingo exchanged glances; A shared glint between their silver eyes. Ingo paid for the round, chucking a mallet at Emmet, who caught it forcefully. "Shall we, brother?" He asked, maintaining his perfect-as-ever posture. His eyes settled on you for a moment as he adjusted his hat. "Do not worry, Love. If that pin is what you want, then you will have it."

You blushed at your boyfriends endearing proclamation- Not that you expected them to win, or anything-

Until the round started.

Emmet moved first, smacking down patrat after patrat with marked aggression and speed-

"Wow, you're really fast, Emmet!"

Ingo's frown stiffened as Emmet smiled with swelling pride at your praise- All of the patrats had already been knocked down on his side.

"Ingo-wait, did you- Did you already... knock down them all?" You asked, waiting for the count-down timer to start the next round...

"Er, Yes-" He returned, fidgeting with the edge of his hat over his eyes-

"That's incredible!" You cheered- Staring up at him with your oh so beautiful eyes, sparkling so prettily in the sunlight-

"You two do your best!" You cheered to your boyfriends. The demons immediately took your words to heart. Which one of them could- Would be- The one to present you with that pretty gem that caught your eye?

Between the two of them it was difficult for you to keep up with their movements- Emmet moved so blindingly fast, his arms appearing like a white blur over the table- Ingo, on the other hand, moved just as fast but far more gracefully. The patrats descending as quickly as they arose on his side of the table, and the points counter steadily rose on both sides- Emmet's over Ingo's score, Ingo overtaking Emmet... A few people gathered to watch as the patrat whacking game increased in intensity- The Subway Bosses moving deftly and powerfully as they bashed in the heads of the squeaky toys quicker than they seemed to be capable of rising. The Carney was even scratching his head at one point, the score having risen to one of the highest he'd ever seen- Near a thousand points. Even competitive whack-a-patrat players- Would usually score around 800-900 points- And the pin's prize limit was somewhere between 600 and 700.

Their intensity only increased. Emmet's smile split aggressively, His jagged teeth digging into his lower set as he turned his eyes away for a brief second to glare at his brother- Why couldn't he just let him have this-! And-

Ding!

The timer went off, the patrats descended from being brutally thrashed, and Emmet and Ingo both looked up-

985 on Emmet's side, and-

984 on Ingo's.

"Of course I would beat you, brother- Hey, Ow!" You looked over to see Ingo had pulled Emmet's hat down over his brow- bopping him lightly on the head.

"It's not good to gloat after winning, brother." Ingo stated- The carney of course, offered him the pretty glass Gracidea pin- Which was presented to you happily as Emmet delicately placed it in your hair, gently running his hand through your hair.

"Verrrrrry pretty, Love. It looks verry nice in your hair."

You smiled happily, turning to flash the pin. "Thank you, Emmet," You squeaked in surprise as he pulled you close, planting a kiss on your head as his fingers combed through your hair obsessively. "Mm. You are verrry welcome, little Love."

Emmet stared happily- It certainly wasn't as pretty as his feather in your hair... and it didn't glitter like one of the jeweled gifts he'd gotten you before...

But you liked it. That was what was important- And you looked so bashful, letting him seat it in your hair.

You all headed away, leaving the crowd and carney still slightly amazed and confused at the sheer speed of the game that had just transpired. Though as you went to inspect a map, trying to determine where to go next- Ingo trailed behind you, and Emmet suddenly fell back as well- With you still engrossed in the map.

Emmet looked at his brother, his smile shortening on his face, becoming a tense, angry frown.

"Why did you do that?" He hissed.

Ingo looked over at his brother, still maintaining his perfect pose. "Why did I do what?"

Emmet pouted. "Oh, don't play such a game with me, Brother."

Ingo coughed into his hand. "Shiny things like that are better suited for you to give to her, brother."

"You let me win for that?"

"Is that a problem...?"

"You should show her more affection, Brother. You are too reserved."

Emmet continued on, stepping closer to his brother. "Pleeease, Brother? It would be good if you, as Miss Elesa has said, "loosened up" a little bit. Darling would be verrry happy if you did so."

Ingo blushed, looking over at you. Still staring at the map...

"It's- difficult, Emmet. I don't want-"

"You won't hurt her like this, Brother." Emmet smiled knowingly at Ingo. "I am scared too. I can tell you are as well. We watch out for each other, no? But even Darling could tell- That you let me win on purpose. I do not like a victory ill-gained."

Ingo scoffed. "So? You would never have beat me otherwise."

"Excuuse you, Brother. I could verrry much beat you anytime I want." "Oh please, you absolutely could not,"

"Yes I could."

"In what manner? You're far weaker than I am,"

"Am not. I would win in a brightness competition."

"That's completely different!"

"I'm also fluffier-"

"What's fluffy?"

The twins' bickering ceased immediately as they turned their attention to you, having walked back towards them after you'd noticed they weren't beside you anymore. You tilted your head quizzically.

"Ah- Eh-" Emmet stuttered-

"Er, ah- The Wooloos! That we- er- You, pet earlier. Those were quite fluffy." Ingo interjected.

"Ahhh, yes, they were, weren't they?"

You took a sip from your water bottle. "D'you guys want to go see them again? It's getting late, it might be a nice thing to do before we have to head back to Nimbasa..."

"Of course!" They answered in unison, and fell in step behind you.'

They could settle their argument later- For now, you all had some Wooloos to terrorize- Or well, for you to pet.

[shadowstarion]

thinking about petnames… obviously astarion is very heavy-handed with them for us/tav, but shadowheart?? her name itself is like a field day for him. my dear heart, sweetheart, my sweet shadow, shade of my heart, my shady lady, etc. and the references to her class and shar-related things he could make? my dark flower, my starry sky, my night orchid, my precious priestess, my gorgeous goddess, my divine love, etc. we also know that he loves an actual pet name, so shadowheart would be my kitten, my little minx, my lamb, my nightingale, etc. and of course, my darling, my sweet, my treasure, my jewel, and all those other cute ones. maybe even a few that have to do with her white hair after the transformation, my daisy, my diamond, my angel, etc.

i don’t think shadowheart is big on petnames herself, astarion would get the occasional love or dear out of her but 9 times out of 10 she’s going to stick with his name. he’s had enough people calling him all sorts of sweet/erotic/degrading things to last a lifetime, but to be called just astarion, to have his own name said with such love and affection and tenderness means the world to him. i do think they could both get behind her referring to him as master or sir in the bedroom though, giving him a little bit of that spicy power trip he needs and letting go of her own responsibilities/control… maybe not quite in the typical dom/sub sense but definitely an “if you’re going to boss me around, i’m going to be so intensely submissive and call you these terms of authority just to see you blush and shiver”. double effectiveness if she hits him with the master astarion, please or the yes sir, i’m all yours

don’t even get me started on dj/ascended because i’ll be here all day

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Plush Friends (Obey Me!) fanfic

content: The much beloved goth pact human Myra Fordola Albarioz has a collection of plushies she keeps in her room. All of them of a certain bunch of demons. With her having a sewing session with a few Avatars of Sin. Established relationships, casual talk, cute fluff, romance.

The weather outside was borderline murderous. Since a heavy rainstorm also had hail the size of footballs falling. The House of Lamentation fortified with magic shielding spells to endure the onslaught. But that didn't do much for the power going out. Fortunately, the house was well equipped with candles and lanterns to ensure proper lighting. But a few residents were going stir crazy.

Leviathan was having a quiet snit fit after his handheld console battery had finally given up the ghost. So he was very depressed and resigned to just reading his backlog of manga. Only to find his tablet had also died. Making him a very grumpy demon to have his steps take him to his pact human. The bedroom door already half open for chatter to be audible. There sat Myra in all her gothic glory to have several demons with her. Mammon laying on the floor to be scribbling away sketch designs of fashionable clothes. Asmodeus currently making little jewelry pieces and hair clips. While a space was left for Leviathan for him to walk in and settle himself on the bed. Myra smiling at him as she tossed him some sewing tools. "Hey Lev. Get your fingers moving. My plushie brigade needs new attire. So we are doing a collab."

Leviathan blinked to then turn his gaze to the mentioned plushies. All of them around three feet tall and custom made to look both realistic and adorable. All seven brothers, Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, Simeon, Solomon, and Myra. There was even a mini Cerberus who currently had a fancy crimson vest that looked very close to what Lucifer wore. All of them either smiling, grumpy pouting, or stoic faced depending on the person the plush was made after. So Leviathan nodded to begin sewing up a new shirt for Plush Lucifer. One that was done in a majestic royal blue and with puffy sleeves. While Asmodeus held up the little necklace to the candle light to then giggle. "Splendid. A perfect style for Plush Simeon to wear with this Arabian style outfit. Now for the earrings."

Mammon sat up to show off his work for Myra and Asmodeus to look over. mammon's grin full and bright as he declared, "TAH-DAH! Whatcha think? Does the Great Mammon get approval from his number one fan?" Myra took the sketch to nod as she noticed the gold base and flowing black bottom of the dress for her to openly snicker. "Wow. Love the black feathered collar. This is fantastic and I'd actually wear this if we made it for me." Mammon's whole face and neck went red as Asmodeus chuckled to nod his approval. "Agreed. Maybe for the evening formal ball this November. Means we'd have to get you a proper choker necklace for it. But I'd say you would slay in a dress like that, lamb."

Leviathan felt his Envy billow up. But then Myra looked to him to tilt her head to the side a little. "Maybe if we all did a gold motif for that together. Or an orange pattern in the black parts of the dress. Orange and gold go best with black." Leviathan caught on to feel his own blush burn over his face. But he liked the idea enough to smile back and add in, "Secondary colors for everyone would make the motif more diverse. So we can work on that. For now, we should get our plush brigade their new threads." So the group continued their work as the candles kept their illumination and the mood warm.

It isn't until Lucifer knocks on the door that anyone looks at the clock. Making Myra blink in shock as Lucifer notes, "Dinner is ready. So all needles and scissors down for you all to wash up." Myra helped Leviathan off the bed as Mammon openly pouted to set his project down. Yet Lucifer noticed that Myra still had her project in hand for her to walk towards him. Showing him the sketch for Lucifer to take and look over. There was Plush Lucifer. In a Tang Dynasty costume with long hair extensions and tons of gold adornments. Making Lucifer blink a few times to then grin. "My my. Quite the design. Who else got the emperor treatment? Lord Diavolo?" Myra shook her head to state with warmth, "I thought Luke would be perfect for that. But in soft green and a little blue. He texted earlier to say he was worried about us. So I showed him our projects for him and Simeon to talk about." Lucifer nodded to then give Myra a tight hug and chaste kiss. Making her chuckle as Lucifer let go. "I think I would like to design an outfit for Plush Diavolo. So we will have more to do after dinner."

Leviathan found he liked that idea of his eldest brother joining them in their group fun to feel his smile become more genuine. While Asmodeus gave Lucifer a side hug to hang off him and openly coo his delight. "Oh yes! We would love to have you join us for our fun time together! But I insist you make a dress for my plush at some point. I need a Lucifer original design for Plush Asmo."