Hii, sweetie 💜 Hope life has been treating you well

Oof, “main” OC’s is a tough question. I’m actively working on four OC’s.

Katherine Moore for Supernatural (Gospel of the Chosen)

Christine Walcott for Stranger Things (Inside Out)

Emmeline Marsh for Harry Potter (Provenance)

Rebecca Whalen for Criminal Minds (Broken Edges)

There are other OC’s I still think about frequently, or have established, like Sadie or Thea. But at the moment, these are the four I’m working on!

OKAY SO its not NSFW but I thought it was nice to have the agreement and set up of the Daddy/Little dynamic. I would be MORE than happy to write some NSFW for this, this is all new to me to write so it would be great to exercise my creative muscles!! Let me know what you think!! :D

Your shirt hung off your elbows, fingers clutching at thebuttons as you tried to process Mephisto’s statement. The longer you stared athim, the more he squirmed, regret growing on his face. He launched to his feetand crossed the space between you in two long strides, gripping your arm andtugging you to the door.

“Perhaps another time then!” he declared with a stutter. Youstumbled over your feet, wheezing just a bit, struggling to find your footing.Once you did, you pulled your arm from his grasp and stepped between him andthe door. He stopped.

“Did you say what I think you said…” you asked slowly. Therewas a slight bob of his head. You fidgeted with your shirt before dropping itto the floor. “Never had a Daddy before,” you murmured.

There was a split second where he gulped, either nervous orexcited or possibly both, before the confidence he’d had when you arrivedreturned. Mephisto stepped into your space and slid an arm around your waist. “Thereare rules, of course,” he purred in your ear, “Very strict ones, just forsafety.” He led you across the room back to his desk, where he dropped into hisseat and pulled you into his lap. He rubbed a circle into your thigh andhummed. “Well, we will set ones, of course. Being my little—” he paused toacknowledge the shiver that ran through your body, “Is a different dynamic thanwhat we’ve been playing with before and might push your limits.”

His words hung in the air. You relaxed against his shoulder,enjoying how his hand slid across your stomach to pull you closer to him. “Ifeel an unsaid ‘but’,” you pointed out.

“But there will be a safe word. And rules, as I said. Wewill come up with them together, if you’re willing,” Mephisto stated. Youturned your head to face him, leaning back just slightly, not expecting to beas close as you were to him. He arched an eyebrow at you. “You will havecomplete control over scenarios. You just have to say the word.”

You gave him a long, hard stare, drumming your fingersagainst your knees. “Well, I think we should write these rules down. It’d makeme feel better.”

“Of course!”

A bright pink pen appeared between the two of you, which hesnatched out of the air. The chair wheeled closer to the desk, where a set ofblank papers set. You couldn’t help but smile. “So you’ll be my daddy then?”you asked. You heard it again, the very faint gulp, and your smile turned intoa grin.

“And you’ll be my little,” he whispered.

Do I like Boruto? No, I pretend it doesn't exist ❤️

absolute children i love them:

whenever he’s really excited, reid has a tendency to start talking really, really fast. some people can’t even understand him when he gets going.

becca never misses a word. she’s used to it because connie will do the exact same thing.

sometimes reid will watch doctor who with her and they’ll start trading fan theories and explanations and they’re talking so fast becca is surprised their jaws don’t fall off.

it’s like understanding a different language but not being able to speak it.

but she loves it so much and she loves watching the two of them together.

whenever she’s in a good mood becca tends to hum or sing under her breath, anything from the song she just heard on the radio to little tunes she makes up on her own.

once or twice reid’s caught her humming pieces from the beethoven recording he left at her apartment when he ran out on a case.

he conveniently forgets to take it back.

becca also goes all in for holidays, because she feels like it’s a small thing she can do to keep constance’s childhood normal and fun.

everything except valentines day but that’s a whole one shot in and of itself.

she always volunteers to take connie and her school friends trick or treating, and the kids all love her because she doesn’t mind walking for hours and hours until it’s really late at night.

it’s not that hard to convince reid to come with them because he makes connie feel a lot safer, only he has to rush to meet up with them because he was late at work and couldn’t change into a costume.

which becca has obviously prepared for. thoroughly.

she has her hair done up in a bun and has an apron and a peacoat.

and every single one of connie’s friends is dressed up as a dalmation.

it’s a pretty big hit around the neighborhood.

Ah, thank you so much for such a sweet ask! At the moment, Becca is just a plot bunny of mine. I’m trying to do some plotting for the first few one shots/chapters now, but I’ll be sure to keep the content coming! Like I’ve said, Becca’s been in my heart for years now, so she shouldn’t fade away any time soon. ❤︎

I need to go back and reread to get down Lucifer’s personality BUT I did take a stab at Lewin’s that adorable weirdo. I hope its okay ouo;;

reader written with a vagina

You knew Lewin was constantly thinking, going over every bit of information in his head as fast as he could in an attempt to solve a puzzle he never verbally shared, never fully in the moment. Not that you minded in the slightest. In fact, you often found yourself offering your services to him, giving him an opportunity to keep his body busy while his mind wandered.

And in this case, it found you melting into his couch, clothing discarded somewhere among the piles in his room, while his mouth and tongue worked methodically against your clit. His hands squeezed the thickest parts of your waist and pulled you closer to him, tongue forming his thoughts against you.

Lewin shifted to attach his mouth to a stretch mark on your thigh and gave it a deep suck. “I think I’ve made progress,” he murmured as he released in, taking in the deep red patch he had left behind. He purposefully ignored the whine that spilled from your lips.

“I was so close,” you whimpered.

Lewin glanced up at you. “You were?” he asked. You gave him a slight nod, enough movement to send a bead of sweat down your nose. He hummed in response and added another mark next to the first. “I’ve been wanting to work through the idea of concepts taking physical form. If you’re up for that.”