The three inky spawns of hell.
(I originally wanted to draw just Agma!Bendy @thesmoking-devil make fun of people comparing Mettaton to oc Bendys but I ended up drawing the other two as well)
Also congrats @alice-angel-ask for hittin 1k!
Anon: “Derek smut where you just graduated college and he wants to congratulate you”
“I am so proud of you!” My mom says one more time, wrapping me up in her arms as we leave my graduation dinner. The door finally shuts behind us and I take a deep breath.
“It was a big day, how are you holding up?” my boyfriend of almost 2 years asks, looking over at me.
“I’m great. A little exhausted and glad to be going back to our apartment, but I’m great.” I kiss Derek’s cheek. He has been my rock all day as I have talked to professors, fellow classmates, family members and anyone else along the way. He wraps my hand in his.
“My girlfriend is a fucking genius. Magna Cum Laude from USC and headed to work for one of the largest record companies in the nation!” He calls out a little too loudly as we get into the car.
“Baby!” I say, embarrassed and laugh as he drives us home. The drive goes quickly for LA and I rest a little along the way. Before I know it, Luh has swooped me up into his arms and is lifting me out of the car. I laugh nervously as I wake up. He puts me down in the elevator and we head for the apartment we picked out together around Christmastime.
As we walk through the door, Derek puts his hands on my waist. “Now it’s finally time for our celebration,” he half-whispers into my neck. I get goosebumps when I feel his breath.
“Is that so?” I say softly and turn around, wrapping my arms around his neck. He nods and our lips quickly come together.
He pulls away, pulls out a chair from our kitchen counter and runs down the hall. “Wait there” he smirks, winking at me before vanishing. I get out a bottle of champagne and two glasses. These fun little surprises were part of the reason I loved Derek so much. He knew how to make a long day end well and the fun out of everything. He somehow always found exactly what I needed.
“Okay you can come back now!” I hear from our bedroom. I walk down the hall until I am facing the frosted French doors.
When I open them, the whole room is glowing and he is sitting on the bed with my silk robes, fluffy slippers and a beautifully wrapped present. I smile. “You spoil me, Baby” I climb onto our bed and kiss his nose. I kick my shoes off the end of the bed and he places the slippers on my feet, jokingly pretending I’m a princess.
I giggle and he wraps his arms around me, putting the present in my lap. I remove the shimmery, pearly white, paper and inside is the most beautiful briefcase I have ever seen. It has my initials monogrammed beautifully near the handle, exactly like I’ve always wanted. “I love it” I kiss him softly and he beams.
“I thought you would, Baby.” He pulls the strap of my white dress away from my shoulder and kisses my collarbone. “You are going to kill it at your new job. The music business is not even close to ready for you,” he pulls me further into his lap.
“Thanks” I say softly and lean forward. Derek unzips my dress and begins to kiss down my back. I feel the goosebumps come on and giggle as he presses his lips at the base of my neck. I hop of the bed and shake my dress off, pulling it over my head, my back facing Derek. He liked when I put on shows like this. I unhook my bra and toss it at him and he laughs.
“Come back to bed, I’ve got one more thing for the graduate” he smirks and I roll my eyes. He softly begins to message my tits, tweaking at the nipples. I sit in his lap and can already feel him getting hard beneath me. Our lips meet again, soft at first, but quickly gaining intensity. I grind lightly against his growing bulge.
“Am I turning you on, Daddy?” I whisper in his ear and he lets out a deep breath.
“Fuck yeah” he smirks. Soon, he tosses me down on the bed and I giggle as he leaves hickies on my soft skin. He works his way down my body, kissing along my stomach and down to my already pulsing and wet heat. He slips a finger around the fabric of my thong. “Already wet for Daddy, are we?” He smiles and slowly peels the thong off of me.
His breath is hot on my clit and a second later his tongue is against it, driving me crazy. I curl my toes as he sucks and flicks and licks me. He props my legs up on his back and dives his tongue into my dripping center. “I need to cum, Daddy” I squeak out, writhing and all of a sudden it all comes to a halt.
“Not yet,” he says, kneeling before me. He lifts me again and sets me on my stomach. Without warning, his rock hard cock slams into my snatch.
“Fuck!” I exclaim as he rocks on top of me, going deeper than I’ve ever felt him. I was close before so it does not take long for me to approach my edge again. Derek is breathing heavy, so I know he is also almost there"
“You’re so tight, Baby” he says, speeding up. Our moans fill our big lofty apartment and I get even more turned on. I moan even louder and Derek slams into me harder and harder. He spanks my ass lightly and that is just enough to send us both into orgasm.
“I’m cumming daddy” I turn back to look at my boyfriend.
“Me too, love” he says, getting sloppier until we both lie out on the bed.
“Congrats to both of us” I laugh, crawl into Derek’s arms.
“But mostly, congrats to you, Angel.” He kisses my forehead and we both fall asleep.
This here is a beasty of an idea, all for my one and only @whispersandwhiskerburn, my trampoline, my editor, my Angel! Congrats on 1.5k, my sweet.
Thanks goes to the creator of this challenge (the afore mentioned, Angel) for beta-ing, nay, editing this work. It was a pleasure working with you. You let me bounce ideas, you encouraged me, waved the proverbial pom-poms for this fic.
Thanks to @avasmommy224 for this brilliant aesthetic! In love with it!
“If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?” (Merchant of Venice III.1)
Prompt: Vengeful Spirits, The Veil, Vessel Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Supernatural References, Canon mostly all the way through, Original Characters, Graphic Torture scenes, my hand writing, revenge, domestic violence, triggers… ask me if you’re not sure. Characters: John, Dean, Sammy, Bobby. Mentions of other spn friends. Summary: John follows his new formed hunter’s instincts to his first solo case. But this one hits close to home and has him questioning whether what he’s doing is right, for him, his boys and for Mary’s memory. A/N: The quote isn’t until the last chapter. This is a canon style fic about how John started hunting and why Dean never got to be a kid. This was written for Angel’s Much Ado About Supernatural’s challenge. There is NO reader insert. I apologise for those who do not like that style. There is an OFC in this, please get to know her before scrolling past.