You Guys, Please. I'm So Bored, And I Need To Talk About My Favorite Little Guys. 😭😭

Warnings: Suggestive clothing, suggestive gesture, suggestive pose, Lucifer himself is a warning

This man literally ate and just... left? No comment, no crumbs, just... up and left. What a legend (I will be grieving over the loss of the keychain. I couldn't get it in time).

So what if I really like @ajoure's Leith Pierre as well? Huh? What're y'all gonna do? Why can't I have both? LET ME LIVE MY LIFE WITH MY OLD, TOXIC, GAY MEN!!

Anyways, I wanted to draw @ajoure's Leith because... why not? He's very pretty and demure and evil and pretty and cool and pretty and—

Gifted Lunch From a Secret Boyfriend

SPENCER REID x MALE!READER

Warnings: Suggestive (making out), otherwise fluffy, reader is called "sweet boy"

Requested: No

A/N: When I have the motivation, I can write pretty quickly. And feel free to request stuff, whether that be art or fanfic!

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It was early in the morning when Spencer arrived in the bullpen of the BAU, getting himself settled without much of a rush since there wasn't any news about a case yet. The large room was quiet since most of his coworkers hadn't arrived yet. He took advantage of this peace by pulling out a book that his wonderful boyfriend—you—gifted him. By God, he loved you more than anything. You knew just what he liked and what to get him. You were so thoughtful towards him.

As the morning dragged on, he was wrapped up in the book’s contents, mesmerized by the descriptive words on the pages. He could imagine you reading them to him, or vice versa, and the thought made him warm and gooey on the inside. He didn't even realize that he was smiling like an idiot until Derek pointed it out.

“Hey, kid, what's got you in such a good mood so early in the morning, huh?”

He broke free from his trance to look up at his coworker, blinking a few times before he responded with, “nothing. I just found a really good book”, which seemed like an acceptable answer to Derek. He sighed in relief, thankful that his micro-expressions weren't picked up on.

None of his teammates knew that he had a boyfriend, and he intended to keep it that way. It wasn't like he was embarrassed by you—no, not at all—he just didn't want to be teased and mocked. Besides, they didn't even know he was bisexual, which would add to the jokes. Only JJ knew, and he was lucky that she was able to keep secrets, unlike his other best friend.

He looked up when he heard Hotch calling for a meeting in the conference room, undoubtedly for a new case to crack. He thinned his lips in disappointment of not finishing his book, reluctantly packing it up into his satchel. As soon as he stood up from his chair, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. Something familiar. And so he turned his head and found you walking up to him with a big smile.

He nearly froze, his face turning pale. His eyes darted around, trying to see if anyone was watching, before gently taking you by the arm and dragging you into the nearest empty room. “What are you doing here?” He asked in a whisper, clearly panicked. “Someone could have seen you.”

You lifted up a brown paper bag, wordlessly communicating that you brought him the lunch that you made for him. He huffed in slight amusement, grabbing the bag and setting it on the ground beside the door. He looked back up at you and cupped your face, giving you a serious expression.

“You need to tell me when you do that next time, okay, sweet boy? My coworkers give me a hard time as it is; they're gonna tease you, too, if they find out we’re dating, and I don't want that.”

You nodded in understanding, though you were a little bummed out about not being able to show how much you love your boyfriend in his workplace. He could tell exactly how you were feeling based on the slight shift in your face. “I know, sweet boy, but this is for the best. I’m just not comfortable yet. When I’m ready, I’ll tell you.”

Spencer then leaned in for a kiss, humming pleasantly at the way your lips slotted together so perfectly. He thought you were perfect for each other, subjectively. He could never get tired of kissing you or touching you or seeing you or hearing you or tasting you. Every sense of his was on high alert whenever you were around, and he was always determined to flush out each one until you were both satisfied. He was brought back down to reality when he heard you whimper.

As soon as he heard that, he moved a hand down to the small of your back so he could pull you closer. He suddenly broke the kiss when he felt a speckle of dust tickle his nose, causing him to sneeze. He glanced around the room, noticing just how spotty the empty storage closet you were currently occupying was.

“This is pretty unsanitary. You know, inhaling too much dust can lead to rather unpleasant effects such as lower respiratory infections, heart disease, chronic obstructive pulmonary disease, strokes, and lung cancer. They should have cleaned this room even though nobody uses it and given it a different purpose; it serves as a hazard-” He paused in his ramble when you noted that he was the one who dragged you both in there.

Spencer chuckled awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck, averting his eyes to the ground. “Right. Sorry about that, sweet boy. I shouldn't have grabbed you like that, it was rather rude of me.” You reassured him with a peck to his cheek.

His smile became more genuine as he continued kissing you, holding you even closer than before. He sighed against your lips, which he slowly traced with the tip of his tongue until you opened them. His wet muscle slipped inside, dancing with yours in an encased, sensual display of love. You mumbled about how he was worried about dust just a few moments ago, but he couldn't bring himself to care anymore. All he cared about was you.

He shivered as he felt one of your hands wiggle under his many layers to caress his back, enjoying the way your cold fingertips met his heated skin. He slotted his thigh between your legs, pinning you to the metal shelf behind you. Things were getting hotter and hotter until both of you heard Hotch ask for Spencer, forcing you to pull away. He was just as disgruntled as you at the situation, but he didn't have a choice; he had a killer to catch.

He picked up his bag of lunch and planted a chaste kiss to your lips, opening the door for you. He waited about a minute before heading out, meeting the rest of his team in the conference room with a curt apology of being late.

Soon. Soon he would be confident enough to come out to his team and show just how much he loved you. Soon, but not yet. Not yet.

@ajoure and I's Harleys have a little talk about their respective love interests.

MI!Harley: So, you've decided to pursue a relationship with... Pierre?

HL!Harley: Indeed I have

MI!Harley: Of all of the people in the factory, you chose him? That rotten backstabber?

HL!Harley: As much as it confounds me to say it, he's changed for the better.

MI!Harley: I somehow doubt that, but no matter.

HL!Harley: I take it that you are not dating your Leith?

MI!Harley: What a silly question; of course not. No, no, I'm in a relationship with the head designer of the toys, Charlie Malloy.

HL!Harley: We're you not the toy designer?

MI!Harley: Well, I gave my input, but the only one who would acknowledge it was him.

HL!Harley: I see.. Is he nice?

MI!Harley: Very. Too much so for a company such as this. He has no idea what's going on beneath the surface.

HL!Harley: Obliviousness. How adorable.

MI!Harley: Truly.

Lowkey, I want a Leith Pierre ASMR, too. He's got a nice voice! 😭😭

But a Harley Sawyer ASMR would kill me (in a good way). I would ascend to the heavens.

Guys I definitely have a problem : I've been listening to Harley's voice lines on repeat this whole week and last night I had them playing when I was drawing and I fell asleep to it like it was asmr 😭

Based off of the dogboy/catboy drawing that @ajoure made a while ago. He's a stinky bastard man whose mood switches up like Nintendo.

Like, bro, calm down. Don't make Leith get the leash—

My human!Harley Sawyer design! You can tell that I have no rhyme or rhythm when it comes to designing humans. Or in general. I just love when men put their long hair up into a ponytail, okay?

And yes, he has an earring on his right ear because he's gay (pansexual) AS FUCK. Why? Because I said so. It's my AU, I get to do what I want with him.

And finally, we have my redesigns and headcanons of the Nightmare Critters for my Mechanical Instinct AU!! Plus, my own OC, Feckless Fennec. Also, I change Rabie Baby's name because I did not like it, and it didn't feel like it fit her.

Disclaimer: I did trace over the original artwork for a better visual of how the characters would look in the style. Credit goes to Amber (artist of the Smiling Critters), not me

Warnings: Mention of cannibalism, mention of abuse, overall negativity from these little things

Viktor Nation, would you like Commune!Viktor's hand as a snack?

Warnings: Suggestive (I guess?? Because of the position of the fingers)

I locked the fuck in and drew a five-fingered hand instead of my usual four. Life is good right now. 👍👍

I have no idea how to draw the openings in his hand, though.

After weeks of contemplation, I finally created a human reference sheet for my Poppy Playtime OC, Charlie Malloy. I'm terribly sorry for taking so long. 😔😔

He's got heterochromia because... I don't know, I just think it's neat. He's a very sweet little man, only two apples tall! 🥰🥰