#sneaky little shits (affectionate)

[shadowboxmind]

Maybe a hot take, but I don't think the Traveler was being inconsistent or out of character in the last archon quest at all. People are getting upset at their reaction to Lyney and Lynette's behavior from the perspective of players, with meta knowledge of the story that the Traveler, the character, doesn't have.

The players know, for example, that because they're playable characters, Lyney and Lynette are ultimately friendly and on "our" side, and we can also trust that what they told us about their backstory is true. The Traveler does not have that knowledge.

TO BE CLEAR this post is talking about my thoughts on the TRAVELER'S thought process. If we want to talk about how I personally would have reacted to the situation, I'm an overly trusting bleeding-heart who would absolutely get scammed and probably murdered by Fatui in this universe.

(Also characters, even main characters who you normally like, can do things you disagree with and that doesn't mean they're badly written. I mean, sometimes they are, but I don't think that's true in this particular case)

But think about it! Looking at the entire situation from an in-universe, in-character POV, it's a really bad look for Lyney and Lynette overall, because here are the facts as the Traveler is aware of them:

Lyney and Lynette are not only members of the Fatui, the primary antagonistic force in this story, but are specifically members of the House of the Hearth, which is known to specialize in espionage, subterfuge, and sabotage.

Both of them also work in a field that would further require them to be masters of misdirection, audience manipulation, and drama.

They "coincidentally" ran into the Traveler right as they arrived in Fontaine and immediately began to do them favors and be very friendly, including saving them from Furina, bringing them to meet their family, and gifting them VIP tickets to Lyney's show.

During the trial, the twins withheld key information, and not just about their identities (and listen, I get it, I fully empathize with why they did it, I get the reasoning, but it's still a bad look when it gets figured out) but also about what they were doing in the tunnel.

They admitted that the entire magic show was a ruse to do, guess what? espionage! To break into the room with the Oratrice's core and find out how it works. To, through subterfuge, obtain Fontaine's secrets about the nation's most important mechanism and central source of power.

The Traveler has known these people for like, a day total.

So what conclusions might the Traveler draw from these facts? When the evidence shows that Lyney and Lynette have a record of misdirection and obfuscation for their own ends? When the Traveler has no way of knowing if even their initial meeting was orchestrated for an ulterior purpose? How are they supposed to know if the tragic backstory is even true, or if that's just Lyney trying to win back some favor and sympathy? In my opinion, at that moment, they don't. Hence the coldness.

My interpretation of events is that the Traveler does like the twins, and wanted to keep liking them, but was struggling to reconcile their initial impression of two friendly magicians with the realization that these two friendly magicians were dishonest with them for most of the time they'd known each other, so they needed to have some space to figure that out.

And for those saying the Traveler is inconsistent, here's the thing: they still helped Lyney. They still acted as his attorney, investigated thoroughly, won the case, and cleared his name. They've done similar for other Fatui members in their acquaintance—they helped Childe with Teucer, they helped Scaramouche/Wanderer with getting his memories back, they helped that other member of the House of the Hearth fake her death and escape the organization—whether or not they fully trusted them, and generally they didn't.

As for the Traveler's supposed hypocrisy, my view of their relationship with Childe is that it's only improved because, despite Childe trying to nuke Liyue in the past, the Traveler knows that

a. They can handle him if it comes down to a fight again; b. He likes them, regardless of if the feeling is mutual or not, and is indeed aggressively friendly to the point where it's easier to just be civil; c. Childe is generally upfront and honest about his actions and will strike from the front, not stab them in the back; and d. He's worked together with them before when they had a common goal (for example, the labyrinth they went through with Xinyan).

They know how his mind works and what motivates him. Childe is a known quantity, the twins are not, and it took in-story time and shared experiences for the Traveler to get to even this point of neutrality; they were openly suspicious of him during his story quest.

As for holding his Vision for him, the Traveler didn't exactly volunteer for the job, Childe literally threw it at them with no warning and peaced out. What do you expect them to do, drop it in the sea? That would be inconsistent with their characterization.

Wanderer's whole situation is even weirder, since the Traveler was able to experience his actual memories and emotions and therefore has good reason to trust that he's had a genuine change of heart. Not to mention that they're not friends, I'd argue they're in that same nebulous "neutral" zone, and that only because Nahida usually functions as a buffer (and also because, again, the Traveler knows that they can handle Wanderer in a fight, and Wanderer also tends to be blunt and honest).

Also, in Lyney's story quest it seems like everyone got over their problems pretty fast and they're all chummy now, so you can all rest easy that the twins' feelings weren't too hurt about it.

Anyways if you disagree go ham, refute my points, whatever, just keep things civil.

#is there a designated spoiler tag idk #genshin impact #4.0 spoilers #hi non genshin-liking friends i promise i won't be doing this regularly #i just like to think about character relationships #ace attorney ass quest #genuinely rather disappointed that there was no... tension between them in lyney's story quest. like at all #the last time y'all saw each other was dramatic and depressing right after his murder trial and now you're just pals 'n' buddies #and maybe more considering how heavily they imply that lyney is flirting with the traveler #maybe they'll touch on it (the Drama) in the next archon quest #now that would be inconsistent writing with the story quest but whatever #i read comics i'm used to it #shadowboxtalks #speaking of the story quest i said out loud at several points 'oh yeah you're definitely a fatuus' #all that about not forgetting debts #and 'oh yeah you're definitely from the house of the hearth' #sneaky little shits (affectionate)

[blmpff]

31.07.23

#papang phromphiriya #you sneaky little shit #affectionate #only friends huh? #thai actors #blmpff

[girlboypersonthingy]

Would it be ok to request Vox with an affectionate s/o?

More than okay, nonnie! I’ve been getting so many requests bro, literally every time I post one, I get like 2 more in its place. IM LIVING FOR IT, KEEP IT COMING YALL! But also plz be patient with me 🥺 been waiting for a request for my flat-faced prince. Tbh the first time I watched Hazbin, my immediate reaction to Vox was ‘OH NO HES HOT!!!’ So, enjoy these headcanons 😘

Notes: gn!reader, maybe a little ooc Vox?

Vox x reader- Affection 💋

Also oh my fucking godddddd the vest, him in a vest. I need more Vox in a vest PRONTO…🥵

Okay so like…bro is more dirty minded.

He’s genuinely confused when you kiss his cheek or hold his hand like ???

Oh….you’re not just trying to fuck him and get famous?

Cuteee~

Sure, he’s fucked and made out with ppl and probably done some other crazy shit but his experience with sappy romance and affection like you show him is very limited.

He’s pretty dense, he’s got a tough shell and doesn’t really understand love languages and stuff like that.

His love language is most definitely gift giving and I just know he’s terrible at actually showing his feeling through words or romantic gestures or physical affection.

It’s usually just like “Hey! I love ya! I got you this.” *insert item you’d flip your lid over*

At least he’s a good gift giver! He really does try to give you cool stuff he knows you’ll like but he’s still learning how to actually speak about his feelings and show it physically.

He tries to match your energy the best he can

Get him gifts!!! Plz he loves homemade gifts too- gift him art, sing him an original song, sew him something, whatever your skills or talents may be, use them and he’ll adore it and also praise tf out of you

You took time to make this just for him? ‘Marry me’

Besides fucking around with Val, Vox doesn’t get much affection so he very quickly falls in love with all the sweet affectionate touches you frequently show him.

It’s all so different than Val, so sensitive and genuine. It really makes him swoon~

Melts when you kiss the corners of his screen- there’s something about non mouth kisses that really gets to him

He gets a huge dorky love stuck grin when you sit in his lap and hug him close, also hugs you back super tight

Absolutely loves kissing you and then noticing the lingering smudges/lipstick marks on his screen later

Fix his bow tie while giving him a sneaky wink in front of his crew and he’ll huff and look away while trying to hold back a smile

Invites you on his nightly broadcast as a guest one time and quickly learned how embarrassed he becomes when you flirt and call him pet names on live TV in front of tons of viewers

After only 10 minutes of talking, giggling and giving him bedroom eyes, Vox was struggling to maintain his composure- you’re so fucking cute.

All you had to do was laugh loudly at one of his crude jokes about Alastor and call him your “honey bunny” and suddenly the entire V tower lost power.

Poor man literally short circuits over your darling voice calling him such soft names- he’s so down bad for you he can’t even hide it

Val and Velvette have that specific episode downloaded and saved to every device they own bc there’s no way they are letting this go, he’s never living this down

If you pause the video right before it cuts out, just before the power goes out, Vox has literal hearts for eyes and his entire screen briefly becomes this bright blushy pink color- that’s a color no one has ever seen on him

Just keep doing your thing, you little hopeless romantic, and you’ll see that color more often.

But Vox might have to leave you at home when filming bc he can’t control himself around you sometimes and you obviously can’t either 🖤

#hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #vox x reader #vox hazbin hotel #vox headcanons #vox x you #Vox Hazbin x reader #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #the vees #hazbin vees #hazbin hotel vees #hellaverse

[forever-rogue]

Hi! I’m the anon that asked if you’re taking requests for Joel and aaaah I’m so happy you still are! <3 could you pretty please write something where the reader surprises Joel by baking him a little cake or something for his birthday? And he’s so shocked not only by the sweet gesture, but because he knows it was probably a huge hassle to try to gather all the ingredients needed for that in the QZ. So, he pulls her in for a big kiss and is like “you did this for me???” And if you’re comfortable, maybe you could include some smut so Joel can show his appreciation 😌 thank you so much! xx 🥰❤️

AN | Omg, please, this is so sweet!❤️

Pairing | Joel Miller x Fem!Reader

Warnings | Language

Word Count | 2.4k

Masterlist | Joel, Main

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“You’re up to something.”

“Shit, fuck, damn it Joel!” you shrieked as he walked into the bedroom and found you on the floor, crouched near the bed. You’d smacked your head on the edge of the nightstand when you’d startled at his sudden intrusion. You hissed as you rubbed at the already sore spot and landed on your butt as you glared at him.

“Baby,” he did his best, although it was still a vain attempt, to hide the bemused expression on his face. He kneeled down next to you, and replaced your hand with his own, making sure there was no visible injury, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you huffed, glaring at him without any bit of malice, “maybe you could announce yourself and not sneak up on me!”

“I wouldn’t have to sneak up if you weren’t being so secretive and clearly hiding something from me,” he crossed his arms over his chest and raised an eyebrow as you seemed to deflate slightly. He chuckled warmly before reaching over and touching your cheek, brushing his thumb over the apple of your cheek, “what are you up to, huh?”

“I’m not up to something,” you insisted….you lied rather. You were absolutely lying to him, but it was for a good reason. You were planning a surprise for his birthday and for once you wanted it to be an actual surprise. So yeah, you were being a little secretive and sneaking around, but it was all in the name of love…and birthdays. He’d see soon enough, and you hoped it would be worth it all, “maybe you’re just getting old and seeing things.”

“Wow,” he sat back on his haunches as you offered him a sweet little smile. Joel was older than you and you enjoyed teasing him about - affectionately of course. Everything and anything related to Joel filled you with affection and fondness, “you’re really hitting all the sore spots today.”

“Ha ha,” you rolled your eyes, absentmindedly touching the bump on your head, “you’re hilarious, Miller.”

“Old and hilarious,” he grinned, and you were glad to be sitting because that smile always made you weak in the knees. He had the prettiest smile and it lit up his whole face; you loved making it come out as much as possible, “and you are tenacious and sneaky.”

“I don’t know what you think you’re going to get out of me,” you refused to look at him as you stood up and stretched, making sure the blanket was hanging down to cover the underside of the bed. You held out your hand to him, helping to gently hoist him to his foot. Not that he needed help, but you liked the idea that he too needed your help at times, “considering there’s nothing going on.”

“I’m not stupid,” he reminded you, hands on his hips as he looked at you, “and I know you’re up to something.”

“Joel-”

“I’ll tell you what,” he insisted softly, “I’ll drop it if you make it worth my while.”

“Bribery,” you mused softly, “that’s what we’re resorting to these days. How very interesting. But, I’ll indulge - what’s your price?”

“My price,” he took a step closer, “is at least one kiss.”

“One kiss,” you raised an eyebrow and he nodded, clearly looking pleased with himself, “seems like a low cost. Cutting yourself short?”

“I said at least one,” he settled his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against his body, “now what do you say?”

“You’ve got yourself a deal, Miller.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“I think I’ve got everything now,” your face felt like it was going to break in half from how hard you were smiling. You took the chocolate and tucked it into your bag, keeping it safe and secret until you were ready to use it.

“Holy shit,” Stacy nudged your side gently with her elbow, “I can’t even remember the last time I had a fresh baked…anything.”

“I know,” you sighed softly, “I’ll save you some o-or make a whole other cake. I hope he’ll like it.”

“Are you even listening to yourself?” the serious look on her face made you laugh softly, “what person wouldn’t love a freshly baked cake? Hell, at this point even people that don’t like cake or chocolate would be dying to get a piece.”

“Well I guess if it all works out, I’ll open a smuggler’s bakery and keep everyone nice and happy,” you knew that it was unrealistic but sometimes it was nice to keep these sorts of dreams alive. Stacy pressed a kiss to your cheek, happy to hear the joy in your voice. 

“You really love him, huh?” she asked as though it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. Your face grew warm as you focused your gaze on your feet. You bit the inside of your cheek before turning back to look at her and nodded slowly, “it’s almost disgusting how sappy the two of you are with each other.”

“I doubt we’re that sappy with each other,” you insisted; you lived in the belief that most people saw you as nothing but a lovesick puppy following Joel around, “it’s probably more like me being a pathetic fool for him.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she insisted firmly, “that man looks at you like you’re the most precious thing in this entire fucked up world.”

“Stace-”

“Don’t argue with me,” her voice was firm but fond, “I would never tell a lie and I’ll absolutely never lie to you.”

You held up your hands in mock surrender before shaking your head in amusement. Before either of you could say anything else, a shadow loomed over you and cut through the sunlight. 

You looked up and found Joel standing there with an amused expression on his face. You held up your hand and gave him a meek little wave and a little smile, “hey Joel.”

“Hey baby,” he held out his hand to you, an invitation you always accepted with glee. He pulled you up and into his arms for a warm hug, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, “she’s right you know. Don’t argue with her.”

“At least one of you has some sense,” Stacy high fived Joel before taking a few steps back from both you, “would you look at the time! I’ve ugh...gotta go!” 

She turned around and took off and you watched her go, shaking your head, “she’s not very subtle, is she?”

“Just about as subtle as you are with whatever you’re hiding,” he’d been trying for almost two weeks now to figure out what your little plan was. You weren’t going to give in - not until the actual day was here. You wanted this to be a real surprise for once. You put your hand on his chest and gently pushed him back. 

“Let it go,” you sing-sang at him, “I don’t know why you’re so insistent on this. Don’t you think if there was something going you’d have found out by now?”

“Not necessarily,” he shrugged, running a hand through his dark locks, “you could be in for the long con.”

“Joel,” you moved past him and looked to see if he was going to follow, “let it go. ‘sides you promised that you’d drop it in exchange for a kiss. If I recall correctly, I gave you plenty of those.”

“There’s always room for more of those,” he easily caught up with you and draped his arm around your shoulders, “if you’re willing.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you shrugged him, “hurry up and maybe you can have some more.”

“Yes ma’am.”

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You’d turned on the record player, a gift that Joel had managed to get for you a while back. You loved it a terrible amount; it was something you’d mentioned in passing a few times and he’d made sure to get for you. Now you listened to it whenever you got the chance.

The small apartment, that you’d tried so hard to make feel like a real home, was pristine and smelled like fresh chocolate cake. You were currently perched in front of the oven, looking in every few moments to make sure it wouldn’t burn. You wanted everything to perfect - as perfect as it could all get these days. 

It was Joel’s birthday today. It was not the first one you’d spent together, but it was the one in which you were aware that it was his birthday. He’d never told you when it was before, but you’d managed to coax it out of him. It had taken a lot for him to put his guard down around you, but did it over time, slowly and with tons of love. Just like he’d done for you. 

But since today was the first real birthday you were celebrating, you wanted to make it a memorable and special day. At one point he’d mentioned that he used to love all things chocolate, including chocolate cake. 

And it had been difficult to actually get everything for the cake, weeks of running around and finding the right people for the right things. So yes, Joel had been right on the money that something was going on. Little did he know that it was something just for him. 

There were some fresh flowers on the table, ones that you’d grown yourself in one of the community gardens. They were among a few other things you’d set up to make it clear that you were actually celebrating his birthday. Some makeshift decorations livened the place up as well. Maybe it was silly, or cheesy, but you really wanted this day to be everything. 

Once the cake was cooled and your frosting was made, you iced the cake, making sure the chocolatey goodness was spread all over the fluffy layers. It had been a long time since you’d baked - given that the opportunities were few and far between - but you were pretty impressed with yourself. It seemed like it would be delicious, and you had been able to make a second cake to share with your friends. It wasn’t much, but it was a treat that people would love.

Your heart started beating wildly when you heard his familiar footsteps in the hallway before he slowly opened the door. Despite the fact that you knew he was coming in, you still flinched when you heard his familiar sigh as he stepped inside. 

The smell was the first sign that something was different, the second was the flustered look on your face as you held up your hands and waved them around accompanied with a small, “ta da!”

“What’s all this?” he asked softly, looking around the decorated space before settling his focus back onto you, “baby.”

“Happy birthday, Joel!” you beamed as you bounced over to him and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. He hugged you back just as tightly, burrowing his face in your neck, “surprise!”

“You remembered,” he whispered as you pulled back and kissed him softly as you nodded. 

“Of course I did,” you grinned, “now that I finally got it out of you, I’m never going to forget! I also happened not to forget that you said that chocolate was your favorite type of cake. So…”

You moved to the side so he could get a proper look at the cake on the counter. His expression softened even further, as he opened and closed his mouth a few times, “you made cake.”

“I made cake,” you confirmed, tenderly touching the side of his face. He closed his eyes and preened into your touch before wrapping his fingers around your wrist, pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand, “hopefully it’ll be good. Preemptive apologies if it’s not.”

“I don’t even want to know how you managed to get all of these ingredients,” he should have known that you’d do something like this, “wait a minute…”

“Yeah, yeah,” you put a finger to his lips before he could even say anything else, “you were right this whole time. I have been up to something…and this just happens to be the thing I was up to.”

“I knew you were lying to me,” he chuckled fondly, “I always know when you’re up to something.”

“Well, I hope you’ll accept my sincere apologies and some cake,” you made a small sound of surprise as he wrapped an arm around your waist and hauled you onto the table. You made a small sound of content as he stepped between your legs, his large hands cradling your face, “and the flowers. I grew those myself, thank you very much.”

“And they’re beautiful,” he pressed his forehead to yours, “but still not nearly as beautiful as you.”

“Joel,” you put your hands on his shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze, “stop trying to be such a romantic when this day is about you!”

“The two things are not mutually exclusive,” he insisted as you snorted in amusement. He caught your eye for a moment, his big brown eyes soft studying yours intently, “I love you, you know.”

“Yeah,” your heart constricted at the affection he so easily gave to you. Joel was a hard man, and it took a long time for him to be so open and free with how he spoke to you and how he loved you. And you treasured each and every moment of it, “I know. I love you, Joel. Do you want some cake?”

“I want some dessert,” he agreed and you didn’t miss the way his eyes darkened as he looked you over. You felt the warmth spread through your body, felt that familiar tingle start in your core as you bit your lip. Joel was sure that sight would kill him one day, “and then I’ll have some cake too, I think.”

“Joel,” his name sounded more like breathy whisper, “are you sure you don’t just-”

“We’ll have it all,” he promised, “really. I…thank you for this. All of it. It’s more than anything I could have ever dreamed of. Really.”

“Nothing to thank me for,” you brushed your lips over his, “I wanted to do it. I loved doing it. I love you.”

“Baby, you’re goin’ to be the death of me,” he groaned softly.

“I certainly hope not,” you wrapped your arms around his neck, “bedroom, please. We’re not ruining the table.”

“As you wish,” he smiled before kissing you until you were thoroughly breathless and dizzied.

“Happy birthday, Joel.”

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x fem!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot #pedro pascal #tlou #tlou hbo

[showf4lls]

ʚ ― lipstick ; various

info! headcanons, fluff / gender neutral reader

cw! no CWs

includes! chuckle sammy boys

request! lipstick trend

notes! i’m alive! sorry for taking so long y’all; life really hit the fan these past few months. i genuinely really do appreciate everyone’s patience through all of this. i can’t guarantee that i’ll be writing as regularly as i’d like to be since i’m supposed to be graduating at the end of this school year, but i’ll write when i can! glad to be back for now y’all. thanks for having me :]

TED

⎼ it wouldn’t take a lot to convince him. once you clued him in, he would be all about it, little to no convincing required

⎼ would mostly do it for the chance to take cute polaroids if i’m being honest

⎼ ted is in the business of doing whatever it takes to make you happy, little to no questions asked

⎼ he really does love the attention though, you sitting in his lap and peppering kisses all over his face, only stopping to reapply your lipstick. he likes the closeness, the fact that you’re looking only at him, the opportunity to hold you by the waist while he makes heart eyes at you

⎼ you have to do it three separate times at least because at the end of each go he just says, “ya know, i think we should do it again. no yeah, we can definitely do it again. these are all smudged... yeah i think we have to do it again, honey. sorry, i don’t make the rules.” and you cave every time

⎼ doesn’t think about the consequences until it’s actually time to take off all of the lipstick marks

CHARLIE

⎼ would be a little reluctant, if i’m being honest. i would say that he’s the most logical out of all the chuckle sammy boys, so he would immediately realize the consequences of covering his face in lipstick marks

⎼ he would definitely cave after enough asking, though. say “please” all nice and he’s a goner. another man that would do absolutely anything if it meant making you happy

⎼ jokingly agrees under the condition that you let him choose the color(s)

⎼ i have a feeling that the texture would kind of bother him, but he might make himself soldier through it for your sake

⎼ keeps his nose scrunched up the whole time, eyes closed since he can’t see anything without his glasses on anyways

⎼ definitely takes advantage of the opportunity to get some cute pictures with you

⎼ more goofy than lovestruck throughout the whole thing

⎼ as soon as you say that you’re good and finished, he begs you to take off the makeup as quickly as you possibly can

SCHLATT

⎼ really resistant to the idea. it’s an absolute no from him, so if it’s something you really want to do you’re gonna have to be sneaky about it

⎼ you’d have to do it (or at least start it) while he’s busy. maybe he’s cooking, or driving you home, or on a call with some friends and you randomly start kissing his face

⎼ he’s only half paying attention to you, so he doesn’t notice the red kiss marks that he’s slowly accumulating on his face

⎼ like i said though, you’d have to be sneaky about it, so it would probably be best to spread the process out over a couple hours, giving him kiss marks in intervals. he would probably just assume you’re being more affectionate than usual today and not that you’re actively scheming for some tiktok clicks

⎼ you would also strategically have to keep him from touching his face so that he didn’t smudge all of your hard work away

⎼ once he figures out what you’re doing, you better get your video quick because not only is he scrubbing that shit the fuck off his face, but he will find an equally embarrassing way to reign his vengeance upon you

#໑ yours truly! #mcyt x reader #ted nivison x reader #slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #ted nisivon fluff #slimecicle fluff #schlatt fluff #jschlatt fluff #chuckle sandwich x reader

[missblissy]

So I saw that your inbox is open for hazbin requests

Could you do a Vox x Hellborn!Reader, like a succubus or something, so they can travel to the other rings but since hes a sinner he can't and say the reader is planning to attend a party in a different ring and just overall some fluffy clingy vox trying to convince reader to stay home and stay with him instead

If not that's okay !! Have a good day <3

((Ofc nonny! I had a lot of fun with this one! I've never seen any Hellborn!readers or even hellborn!OCs X Canon which honestly this was really refreshing!! Anyways, enjoy!!))

It didn’t look right. It didn’t feel nice… nothing felt nice. You pulled the bracelets off your wrist with a sigh and plucked the matching earring out as well. Another deep sigh, a huff, just hot air puffing from your chest in defeat. In the mirror you looked yourself over again, you couldn’t find anything to wear to the party your friends were having in the lust ring. As a hellborn you could move freely between all of hell, but you willingly choose to live in the pride ring.

Turning slightly you looked at your side profile, then your backside… “Ugh,” You groaned. Normally you’d be thrilled at the chance to travel to the Lust Ring. You kind of where… But you weren’t exactly keen on running into the recent drama your friends have been having.

While taking in your reflection you could see a spark in the corner of the mirror. Then a few more as they zigzagged to the floor. If lightning could produce people, Vox would always be at the source. He appeared behind you, a smile on his face and a clever yet sneaky twinkling shimmering in his eyes. 

Hands slithered and snaked along your hips, stopping to rest on your waist. A soft buzz and hum of electricity crawled along your skin and into your ears as he spoke, “What’s with the long face, little star?” The pet name never ceased to fluster a blush on your cheeks, “Another fight with the friends?” That amused look on his face said he already knew the answers to his question. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see one of many spy cams peeking out from the dark. He was always watching, and Vox was waiting until he saw that little smidge of doubt or frustration for him to come and make his move, “You know you can always stay the night here~” He cooed while swaying you just that little bit closer to him. 

You had to fight back a giggle or riggle from his grasp. His needy tendencies were honestly rather cute. Vox was confined to the Pride Ring, so he could never follow you lower into hell, and nor could he protect you, or even spy on you. His powers stopped with pride. 

Which explained why he’d always glow and bicker and pull at the idea of you staying home, here. Safe. Where he can keep an eye on you. Where you wouldn’t be harmed. 

Being a Hellborn, sure, you could hold your own. But you were far more at risk of permanently dying than Vox was. And that scared the living shit out of him. You could easily perish by a bullet from a regular old gun or a stab of a knife. Meanwhile, if such conventional means happened to Vox he’d just suffer through the pain until he healed or repaired the damage to his body. 

Vox tugged at your side a little more, a hum in his voice as he continued to lay on the affectionation. One, two, maybe three minutes passed before you let out such a heavy sigh you fell back into Vox’s chest for support, “I really wanted to go to this party, though,” You turned your gaze just enough to meet his, “Verosika Mayday is supposed to be making an appearance, I really love her concerts,” You whined. 

At the same time did you really want to spend all the time and money getting down a few rings just for a petty fight between your friends to ruin it all? You could take it or leave it at this point. And Vox with whatever sixth sense he had smelled the doubt and your unsureness. 

Normally, that being 9 times out of 10, there was no way Vox was going to talk you out of anything. Perhaps that’s something he really loved about you, that you were just as stubborn and headstrong as him. And you wouldn’t let anyone, including Vox, stop you from doing or getting what you wanted. 

But here he could already tell you were second guessing on even going to some stupid party you’d probably go to again next week. To be fair, he was getting a little sick and tired of you leaving every weekend and going places he couldn’t reach. 

The charm was ramped up to the max. You were suddenly spun around, a gasp of surprise jumping from your chest. You came face to face with Vox, a low blue glow from off his screen. Then a sweet, nostalgic song started playing, the source simply being Vox himself. 

“Who needs to see some singing bitch when you have one right here?” His tune was out of it and his hum was giggling but still, he began dancing you around, you in his arms and his hands holding tight, “I’ll take you to the moon~” The smile on his face only got bigger, and he drew you in close and tried to steal a kiss, “Get you higher than a balloon~” 

Twisted little notes, electric melodies, Spanish guitars, and suave singing were this man's go-to. He controlled everything in this tower, and the lights dimmed and changed colors. Vox made his own little world for the two of you, hidden behind all the showmanship and effects, you could easily mistake yourself suddenly on a sandy pink beach. 

“I can take you anywhere, my star, and we don’t even need to leave the penthouse,” Your heart started doing those silly flips and flops, battering around in your chest. You ate every bit of attention up. When Vox spoiled you like this, when he wanted something, good gods you could watch him all night. 

That didn’t mean you didn’t try your best to put up a fight, teasingly you whined out and dipped yourself backward only for Vox to catch you, one hand in the small of your back while the other caught your leg, “But how else am I going to get my fix of fun?” You dramatically called out, sarcasm laced in your words. 

“I’m the definition of fun, sweet cheeks,” He pulled you back to him, chest to chest, locked in a tango. Every step you took backwards he took a stronger one forward, legs getting tangled but never once did either of you trip. This playful dance was nothing new to you, so each step was gracefully placed. 

You faked a yawn, fanning your hand, and tried to look bored despite the growing grin and flare of passion and fire in your eyes. You tease Vox a little more, falsely attempting to flee from him. 

Only for Vox to snatch you closer with a grip twice as tight as before. A second of pleading flashed across his face only to be replaced by a sharp smirk. Where his hands made contact with you, sparks of snapping bolts shocked you lightly. Vox laughed out as you jumped in his arms, poured, and gave a mini glare, “You know you like it when I bite,” Vox’s face got closer to yours, the cheeky grin of his eating you away from the inside out. 

“Hmph!” Another shock traveled from him to you, causing a gasp of air while his voice drew closer to your ear. It was barely above a whisper… a beg…. A plea. His face was hidden in the crook of your neck while the vibrations of his vocals greeted you. 

“Please,” His voice was low. The two of you had stopped moving. And he clung onto you in a more desperate attempt… his walls fell and his true nature came out, “Please stay home tonight,” The cling of a desperate man who didn’t want to let you out of his sight, was enough to melt your heart, “I don’t want to be unable to see you,” Vox said, you understood what he meant even though he still added, “Or to protect you,” 

With little effort and carefully, you pulled away just enough to get a good look at those sad puppy dog eyes of his. Your smile was half there, and half in a bantering smirk. You gave him that kiss he tried so hard to get earlier, a soft one. But long enough to hold you there stuck on his lips. When the two you broke, your smile was full there though your voice still was laced with teases, “Fine,” You said, “But I want to watch a movie,” 

There were a few seconds of buffering while Vox took in your answer. A large grin took up his whole face as he let out a laugh and spun you around on the spot, “Thank you!” You didn’t normally hear those words coming from Vox, so it had a nice ring to hear him say it. 

He set you down, planting kisses all over your face but not letting you out of his grasp just yet, “Go down stairs and pick something to watch,” He hummed with joy, “I’ll order us something to eat,” He added, still giving a plethora of kisses between words. You giggled and laughed and bubbled out chirps of joy as he spoiled you with affection. He was utterly perfect, and too lovely for you by every degree. You nodded your head and made sure to run off as fast as you could because now you didn’t want to spend another second away from him.

#hazbin hotel #x reader #asks #inbox #anon #nonny #vox #vox x reader #reader x vox #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #reader inserts #vox hazbin #hellborn!reader

[xo-cod]

A fantasy that has been on my mind for some time is being in the poly with the tf141 and having 4 kids that clearly belong to each one of them but all of them treat the others like their own.

I'm just gonna put that idea in your head and run away do what you want with it👀👀👀

ps: I love aaaall your fics but especially how you write the poly ones 😘👌

thank you, my love <33 i hope you enjoy this, i think i misinterpreted this but i loved it so bad :")

4 men + 4 children + you = a recipe for disaster (lovingly)

they all treat the children as their own, there isn't any favouritism shown in front of the children (obvs the dads to each corresponding child would bond a little more closer to them but you get the gist)

it's simply a tradition for each child to receive a kiss before the men go off to work. soap and ghost have rushed out in a hurry but quickly do a u turn and come back to press a tender kiss to the children and then you and then they leave in a hurry

it's a loud chaotic house (assuming you all live together) but you're never alone in taking care of the kids

simon does cooking, price does the cleaning, gaz and johnny washes up and you entertain the children and get them all ready for bed (yes they do the cooking and the cleaning ‼️)

bedtime stories. all the babies cuddled up on their own dad's chest while you read a story for them, resulting in most days waking up to see them sleeping all in one bed since no one had the heart to move the sleeping babies from their chest

deployment can get very hard even if their hours are cut and it draws heavy on their hearts too, being away from you and their baby. each man makes it up to you always <3

but each of the children taking after their dad :") i made the kids into girls, they're such girl dads 😩

price's daughter: a gem. naturally a little more quiet but she's compassionate and a great listener. her heart is gold, always making sure that those around her are good and well. she's is a natural charmer, an observer and a listener. somehow always knowing the solution to the problem wherever all the kids get into trouble.

simon's daughter: she's got the sass from her father. doesn't take shit from no one but a total affectionate baby underneath. loves deeply, always wants the best for everyone. fiercely protective even from a tiny age, somehow always managing to get into trouble in wanting to use the "grown up" weapons instead of the baby ones simon had to buy to make sure there were no injuries since she was so curious. get into a lil bit (or a lot bit) of trouble because they want to train like the soldiers

gaz's daughter: a curious little thing, she is. her eyes always hold interest in whatever is placed in front of her. interested in how everything works, a hard worker. albeit she get into trouble sometimes because she likes testing her limits and somehow always falling off from things which results in her dad getting mini panic attacks everytime she isn't in sight.

johnny's daughter: a breath of fresh air. so much laughter packed in her tiny lungs, hyperactive always, trying to make the best of every situation. always able to make you smile, no matter what state you're in. little ball of sunshine, giggles sure to put you out of a bad mood. and the total prankster of the group. so very sneaky but so innocent looking so nobody suspects a thing

and then imagine if the kids all had total different personalities. price's kid is like gaz, simon's kid is like price, gaz's kid is like johnny and soap's kid is like simon lmfao. it would be so fun to see how they react <3

#asks #i loved this sorry if it was all over the place 😩😩 #i'm in the biggest mood for dad 141 :“) #simon riley #simon riley x reader #john soap mactavish #john price #kyle gaz garrick #dad!simon riley #dad!price #dad!gaz #dad!soap #dad!141 x reader

[burntb4bydoll]

POOKIE BEAR IVE GOT AN IDEA ⋆˙⟡♡ So I saw that you mentioned giving head to Tom during a livestream and, I could not help but think of how it’s of Bill, 2023 Bill’s type to finger the reader while the band is live. He’s a sneaky little thing and I will not take criticism <𝟑

UGH HES SUCH A SMUG LITTLE SHIT HE WOULD SO DO THIS

2023 Bill Kaulitz fingering you during a livestream headcanons

•man was definitely planning this for a while. He thought of it one time and knew that he just had to do it

•you’re sitting next to him with you head on his shoulder, reading some of the chats that would come up and talking to the other band members

•then suddenly you feel Bills hand start to play with the waistband of your pants. He doesn’t even look at you, he just continues to talk to Tom about random things

•he’ll tease you through your underwear first just to get you worked up. And he can tell its working because he can feel your breathing become heavier

•no one thinks anything of your scrunched up face because you had mentioned that you had a slight headache when you started the live so everyone just assumed it was because of that

•once his fingers finally move your underwear aside to make contact with you, your legs clamp around his hand and you make a noise that somewhat resembles a whimper

•Bills smug ass asks if you’re ok while giving you a look of fake sympathy. Hes annoying like that🙄

•you have to lie and say that your leg fell asleep because what else are you supposed to say??

•he will switch between slowly fingering you to rubbing harsh circles on your clit within a matter of seconds. And hes smirking the whole time but no one seems to notice

•hes being super affectionate the whole time too. Kissing your cheeks, using his other hand to play with you hair, cuddling you

•but Bills always very affectionate towards you, so no one questioned it. And everyone in the chat kept saying how sweet he was being, if only they knew what this little shit was actually doing 🙄

•he can tell when you’re getting close, so he excuses you guys for a second and mutes the mic and turns off the camera so that you dont have to cum in front of all your oblivious fans. How sweet of him🥰🙄

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel fanfic #tokio hotel smut #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz fanfic

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Wonderful Christmastime

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Summary: Christmas morning with Tyson and Miles, along with some Joe teasing!

Warnings: None, fluff

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*December 25th, 2023 - Christmas Day!*

Was being woken up at six in the morning ideal? No.

But… when it's by your twin boy’s smiling faces you can't be mad.

Joe hopped out of bed faster than I'd ever seen and barely had both legs in his PJ pants before he ran out of the room. The twins excitedly grabbed at his hands and pulled him down the hallway.

Yes, Joe insisted on sleeping in his usual nighttime uniform, his boxers, and promised to put our matching family PJs on in the morning.

I was slower getting up, which is expected when you're pregnant.

When I did get up, though, I went straight to the closet to put a bra on. After, I brushed my hair and teeth, then went downstairs.

“There she is.” - Joe grinned

“Don’t move any presents yet, we need to take a family picture.” - you

“What.” - Joe

“Babe, don't act surprised.” - you

“I have to go put a shirt on first and fix my hair then.” - Joe

He started for the stairs in a half-jog manner, but I called for him before he got to them.

“Put your shirt on then come down here, I'll move your hair around till you like it.” - you

“Babe.” - Joe

“Joe, I'm not waiting thirty minutes. Neither are they.” - you pointed to the boys who were patiently sitting down in front of the tree

——

Joe listened, surprisingly, and came down the stairs buttoning his shirt up before walking up to me.

I got on my tiptoes to reach his head and did my best to comb his bedhead with my fingers.

“Hurry up!” - Tyson

“We don't talk to Mommy and Daddy like that, okay Ty?” - Joe

“Almost done, buddy.” - you

“Are you talking to me or him?” - Joe

“Both?” - you laughed

It only took a couple more moments for Joe’s hair to fall in the way he liked it.

“There.” - you kissed his cheek

I got my phone set up and used the camera timer on my Apple Watch to get some pics.

We had just taken a few family ones and a couple of just the twins because I was sure Joe wouldn't want to be a part of a couple picture.

“Wanna get one of me kissing your cheek, and you like holding my face?” - Joe

“What?! Are you joking… or high?” - you

“No.” - Joe laughed

“Uhm sure…” - you

Joe and I took the picture, and afterward, he said something that surprised me.

“You should make that the cover of your post later. I think it looks cute.” - Joe

“Joe what? Who are you and what have you done with my husband?” - you

“He’s still here, just wanting to show more of my affectionate side.” - Joe

I grinned and leaned in to kiss him. It only lasted a few seconds because of the interruption of my PJ pants being yanked on by the little hands below us.

——

An hour later, stockings and presents had been opened.

We had finished eating breakfast, and Joe immediately walked back into the living after grabbing a trash bag.

I sat a few feet away, watching him from the kitchen, and internally giggling as he stacked boxes and threw the old wrapping paper into the trash bag.

“You are such a dad, Joe.” - you laughed

“Well, hopefully, because I am one.” - Joe

“No, I meant you applying to most of the dad stereotypes.” - you

“Gotta do what you gotta do.” - Joe shrugged

A few moments went by as I scrolled through the comments on my Instagram post.

A few of Joe’s teammates had commented, and I couldn't help but laugh out loud at what they had said.

“Whatcha laughing at?” - Joe placed his hands on your shoulders and looked over them

“Shit! How'd you get over here so fast without making a sound?!” - you

“I’m sneaky, baby.” - Joe smirked

Playfully rolling my eyes before continuing to read the comments, Joe repeated his original question.

“Whatcha laughing at?” - Joe

“The guys’ comments on my IG post.” - you

“What’d they say??” - Joe

“They're just talking about your jammies and you kissing my cheek.” - you laughed

“Specifics, please?” - Joe

I handed my phone to him and intently watched his face to see any change in expression.

There weren't any necessarily negative comments, but the ones the boys left were kind of poking fun at Joe in a playful way.

For example;

sam_hubbard_: where‘s my pj set?

nbsmallerbear: nice jammies

lahjay10_: sheisty gettin' spicy? 💋

That's just to name a few since they were all pretty much like that.

I continued watching Joe’s face as his thumb scrolled, but nothing ever changed till he handed me my phone back.

Joe rolled his eyes with a laugh as he placed my phone back into my hand.

“Are you not annoyed?” - you

“No, why would I?” - Joe

“I don't know, I just thought you'd regret posting the pictures you were in.” - you

He reached down and ran one of his thumbs over my cheek.

“I don't regret a thing, wanna know why?” - Joe

“Why?” - you

“I knew it made you happy, and that is all I care about.” - Joe

I puckered my lips, signaling I wanted a kiss, and Joe happily obliged.

“Merry Christmas, Joey. I love you.” - you

“Merry Christmas, Mama. I love you too.” - Joe

People say that money can buy happiness, but I think that the original idea was the right idea. Because nothing that money can buy, or be wrapped and put under the tree, can be equal to the feeling of having a full heart. All because of a loving husband, and our growing family.

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Authors note: Guys it's LATE. Seriously I need to go to bed.

Request for this fic; (kinda 😭)

Hope you enjoyed! 💕

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

[partycatty]

kenshi takahashi > we should know better

warnings: smut :3 sneaky link type shit, possible ooc kenshi bc i know he's reserved but i couldn't get this idea out of my head

notes: i need him so BAYD. hot take, kenshi's hotter than johnny but johnny has a more appealing personality LOL

[ masterlist ]

• kenshi knew better, he knew so much better than to indulge in the sweet little vice you were.

• he was quiet, you were quieter. kung lao and raiden had each other and fengjian, johnny had his fans, and kenshi had a corrupt family ensnared in dangerous practices. for the most part, he was on his own... and for the first time in a long time, there was someone who knew what that was like.

• kenshi expected to think low of the other chosen earthrealmers, not too worried about the competition given his skills and history. but you... you had some bite to you, and kenshi would often find himself aching to the thought of your strength and resilience.

• with a trained ear and shielded eyes courtesy of his forearm, kenshi would slowly pump at his cock in the late hours, drool collecting in his mouth at the thought of you milking him or all he's worth with your soft, plump lips.

• that, or stretching your needy cunt so wide and slapping the tears away from your plush, rosy cheeks. low grunts slipped from his throat as he painted his palm, pathetically wishing to fill you with his cum and thrust it back into your pussy.

• nothing ever undid him like you before, had him so winded by the curves of your body that he'd start to fall behind on training or arrive at odd times from the loss of sleep. upon confrontation, he'd give a gruff rumble about sleeping in or any other pathetic excuse he could muster up with the stoicism he had left.

• just who the hell did you think you were? you had no right to distract kenshi the way you do, but it's not even like you're trying. he wants, no, needs to feel you, maybe then he'll be satiated and clear-headed.

• the day came where you hinted at your shared desires, throwing a flirty comment his way when you were out of earshot from the others. one knowing glance and the sway of your hips was all it took to have kenshi stand in your doorway, tongue heavy in his mouth as he awaits plunging it into your core. he can't find the words to express it, so he instead stands there and hopes you understand the shared intentions.

• you're at each other like animals, clawing away the orange robes and kissing so harshly your lips are properly wet when you pull away for air.

• as much as kenshi wants to take his time, his cock practically aches so hard it hurts in his pants, and grinding it against you isn't getting him where he needs to be.

• he's shy about his carnal desire, too afraid to make eye contact so he puts his palm pressing into your back to force an arch, sometimes even holding your head onto the sheets as he drills into you from behind. the way your ass bounces against his hips leaves him nearly cross-eyed, pleasing him beyond what he could do to himself.

• these become common occurrences, kenshi lumbering in your doorway with a heavy look about him. odd hours of the night became your favorite because you knew it was another night of so many orgasms you'd tunnel vision.

• you're absolutely addictive, making his jaw clench and arms cross tight against his body when he side-eyes you during training. if one of the boys even thinks about drawing your private attention, you're swept off into the gardens where you'll be fucked to tears, pussy molded perfectly to his cock and his cock only.

• it was the only time he'd ever call you his. he wouldn't be physically affectionate, not much anyway. he'd sleep through the night but disappear before morning, whether to avoid suspicion or avoid confrontation you couldn't decipher.

• as good as the dick was, you didn't want a situationship, you wanted more. kenshi was nearly impossible to read at times, scowling your way as if he wasn't tongue-fucking you the night prior. you want to ask him what his deal is, what you two are, but his presence is quite intimidating otherwise.

• liu kang speaks of the tournament, the thing that brought everyone here in the first place. as you exchange glances with the boys, you finally land on kenshi, brows knitted in concern. what was to come of you two ate away at you, and there was an underlying fear that once the tournament was over, you'd return home and he'd go back to japan. the so-called meaningless sex would claw away at you forever as you'd dream about what could've been.

• your mouth feels sewn shut, as much as you want to ask all the questions burning away at you, but kenshi just stares ahead, expression never faltering.

• he couldn't look at you, he couldn't bring himself to face the idea of losing you... but he didn't quite know how to escape the situation he built. would you even accept him for who he really is beyond the sex? was it really meaningless? kenshi wasn't sure if he wanted the answer.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat smut #kenshi takahashi smut #kenshi takahashi x reader #kenshi takahashi #is it obvious i watched brokeback mountain today #because that inspired me #marley writes ☆

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Bored and in Need of Entertainment (Supernatural One-Shot)

Sam Winchester x GN!Reader / requests are open

Summary: You're bored and it's Sam's turn to entertain you.

Fic type: fluff/crack

A/N: I actually looked up shit to do in Lebanon, Kansas for this HAHA

SPN: @wereallbrokenangels @nervoussystemss (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

"Saaaaam," you called loudly, swinging around from the other side of one of the Bunkers' supporting pillars and into Sam's line of sight. If only he'd look up just a little over the edge of his laptop. He wouldn't, though. He knew that tone. "Sam."

Sam let out a tired sigh and replied with an equally tired: "yes, dear?"

You took another few steps closer, slowly coming up the stairs to stand on the other side of the table. Sam watched you do this, waiting on a response. When you got to the table and still hadn't said anything, he raised a brow in question.

"I am what the kids might call- bored," you finally replied, slowly leaning over the table and settling with your hands propping your chin.

"I'm sorry to hear that," Sam snorted, looking back down at his laptop. He was researching. You were technically supposed to be researching too, but the ol' brain just wasn't having it today. "Why don't you go annoy Dean. You know he loves that."

You stopped for a moment, considering it, but then settled on Sam being too good to pass up right now. Besides, Dean was in his room with his headphones on head-banging to rock music right now. You'd need nothing short of a miracle (or, perhaps, a visit from Cas) to get his attention.

"Yeah, I could, but you're sitting there unassumingly. How could I resist such a delicious temptation?"

This pulled another sigh from Sam, who paused his typing to process your words before he continued on with it again. A futile attempt to get you to leave him alone, you're sure. If Sam thought he was doing any more work tonight, he was sorely mistaken.

On this note, you got back into action, pulling your knee up to climb quite gracefully onto the mapped table-top. Sam did his best to ignore this, typing away. You leaned over the top of his computer, checking he wasn't working on a document that needed saving. Confirming that he wasn't, you gave him a Cheshire's smile and slowly pushed the lid closed.

Sam sighed and leaned back in his chair, only a little irritable. You snickered as you pushed the laptop aside and unbent your legs to sit over his edge of the table.

"See, I could annoy Dean, but you're so cute to irritate," you teased, pulling his chair closer. Sam quietly cursed Dean's forced decision to replace all the standard chairs with office chairs. He said they were better for his back, but it was really because they had wheels. Despite this, he allowed you to pull him closer.

"Alright," he acquiesced fondly yet warily. Hmm. Maybe he was tired of researching, too. "What do you want?"

"Let's go somewhere," you said, smoothing the collar of his flannel affectionately. "There's that market you've been wanting to go to? What is it, uh, Ladow? Ladow's Market? Yeah. Let's do that."

"Really?" Sam scoffed in disbelief. "You want to go to Ladow's Market. What did you and Dean call it- the 'Local Garbage Auction for Hippies'?"

You blinked, and Sam's hands came to rest on your hips, the warmth bleeding through your clothes.

"Yeah, that might have been a bit harsh," you agreed.

"Alright, then," he said, patting your hips. You were regretting this decision already, yet you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. "Let's go. You ready?"

You beamed at him, pleased as punch as you hopped off the table and nodded. Sam gestured for you to lead the way towards the garage. If you were sneaky, you might be able to nick Baby before Dean noticed. If he knew where you were taking her, he'd definitely say no.

"You betcha."

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #supernatural #supernatural fic #supernatural fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #spn #spn fic #spn fanfic #spn fanfiction #supernatural x reader #supernatural x you #spn x reader #spn x you #sam x reader #supernatural one shot #spn one shot

[wjehfshs]

Ok... captain price secretly having daughter!nurse!reader gets kidnapped by the enemy and the COD characters finding out reader is price daughter after reader is treating their wounds

(lets face it price is a dad that will never let you join the military) anyway hope your doing OK

Your blog is really cool

Stop thank you sm :(

Warnings: Price being an overprotective dad, mentions of violence, swearing, reader gets kidnapped.

Price is definitely the squad dad.

Headcanons:

Price views everyone in the squad as his children but considering your his biological daughter he not so secretly gives you special treatment

The others don’t mind though, they love you and see you as their little sister

Since Gaz is the closest out of the squad to Price he is naturally the closest to you

You call everyone your brother but Gaz is definitely the one you spend the most time with

Before Price was deployed you had a degree as a nurse but could never find a job.

After hearing he would be deployed your heart ached so under the condition that you never go anywhere dangerous and never do anything dangerous, you could be applied and come along. (I have no idea how the army or anything works so if it doesn’t work like this let’s pretend it does)

Whenever someone came back hurt but not bad enough to go to the hospital or home, they would immediately go to you.

You where always so kind to them even when they did something stupid that ended in them getting hurt.

They knew how hard you worked so they always had sure you where taken care of.

The best parts of whatever was served that night was always served to you first.

You always got first picks.

Even if you said you didn’t want to because they needed food considering they’re in the army and training and running all day everyday, they still insisted you went first.

Soap was always the brother to cheer you up, gave the best hugs and always made sure you where happy.

Ghost was the overprotective brother, always making sure you where safe, he would literally take a nuke for you.

Gaz was like your best friend, you could always have fun with him, I mean not to say you didn’t have fun with the others but you and Gaz where like glue.

Graves was the brother you always argued with, you loved him but you always found yourself bickering with him.

Rudy was the kind of brother to throw you over his shoulder but affectionately, even though you didn’t fight he would always teach you how to defend yourself.

Alejandro always cooked for you when he could, he always made you dishes from his childhood that he loved.

When you where kidnapped

The Barracks had been stormed by the enemy, they managed to defend most of them off but unfortunately they managed to catch you.

Afterwards everyone was stressed out of their minds.

Price was pacing back and fourth in the Barracks almost shitting himself.

No one dared to say anything in fear he would yell at them out of stress.

Price ordered everyone get off their ass immediately and go to the enemy’s station.

As soon they got there Price didn’t even bother to be sneaky.

He was LIVID, the thought of them doing anything to you made his heart break and his head hurt.

He was bashing doors down and killing peoples with his bare hands.

To the honest the others where kind of scared of him but just as pissed

When he finally found you he spent no time waiting to shoot the people who grabbed you.

He freed you thankfully finding you where unharmed.

When he got you in his grasp he never let go.

It felt like there was a vice hugging you.

“Oh my beautiful daughter, my beautiful wonderful daughter. You’re safe” he was rambling on with tears in his eyes and you sobbed.

He didn’t let go of you until you got back to the Barracks.

When you got back everyone else held you just as tight just to confirm internally you where safe.

The next month everyone watched you like a hawk.

In conclusion you have the best dad ever and the team is the best family you could ever ask for.

#cod x reader #call of duty X reader #mw2 X reader #cod mw2 x reader #call of duty modern warfare 2 X reader #price is the best dad ever #I love requests

[honey-milk-depresso]

Hello! Could you write for either Clotted Cream or Affogato (whichever you prefer) x a reader who is highly ticklish and very cuddly? Thank you and have a lovely day :D

THANK YOU FOR CRK REQUESTS MUAH ANON <333

CRK S/o who's ticklish and very cuddly

Clotted Cream Cookie

How did you know I love him-

After acquiring this information, he's going to be a little shit about it. Sneaky little cookie...

He likes to come up from behind you and touch your tickle spots (which is probably everywhere if you try-) before greeting you politely when you turned around flustered and giggly.

Again, a little shit.

He won't hug you in public as much as in private, because he still has to maintain his image of being Consul. That doesn't mean he doesn't hug you at all.

Clotted Cream would sneak his arm around your waist while he takes you down the stairs while holding your hand as if he was escorting you like royalty.

When he's all alone with you, he just glomps you. No question. He would rub his face in yours a little bit and pepper kisses all over your face because he's a little affectionate piece of shit you love, and he's happy you hug him back and don't mind him being all cuddly with you, since you're also the same as him!

He loves you a lot, and it was definitely a big bonus that you were this cuddly AND ticklish. <3

Affogato Cookie

Clotted Cream was a little shit, then Affogato is an even bigger shit. My god. Will use this knowledge to just mess with you.

He tickles you by surprising you, especially when there's a lot of people (besides Dark Choco Cookie-), and it probably doesn't matter the setting either (well, most of the time at least).

Affogato also knows that the fur on his cape (?) gives him extra boosts of tickling you even more and would always wrap it around you.

Cuddling isn't really Affogato's thing, unless if you two a pretty close enough, and you really ask for it, he'll cuddle you in private.

He used his fluffy fur cape (?) to wrap around the both of you like a blanket, as he slowly allows himself to melt in your warmth and the fluffiness of his cape (?) blanket.

Affogato loves that you're cuddly though, since it really lifts his spirit and mood at times.

Just don't do it in front of others, otherwise he'll get all red and flustered. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #cookie run x reader #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom x reader #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream cookie x reader #affogato cookie #affogato cookie x reader #affogato x reader #clotted cream x reader #self insert #x reader #crk fluff #fluff #headcanon #x reader headcanon #x reader fluff

[crime-wives]

ouat 1x01 thoughts

god regina, you dramatic bitch. “I shall destroy your happiness if it is the last thing I do” ok darling, you can destroy me if you’d like

henry is so small, his tiny cheeks awww

not to be gay but… emma swan in the pink dress. fuck. i forgot how attracted to her i was. and the HAIR, the fucking princess curls. jesus christ her ARMS.

“bail bonds-person” i love her

yesss bitch, strut across the street like you own it. absolute icon behavior, slamming that asshole’s face into the steering wheel.

babe you’re so sad and pathetic with your vanilla cupcake. i bet she wished for family.

not her apartment door saying ‘cast a spell’

“My name’s Henry, and i’m your son” agevgsvegw STOP

her having a panic attack in the bathroom, so real.

once again, her ARMS, i want her so bad

henry’s cute little freckles, i can’t do this.

idgaf abt snow and charming “She poisoned an apple because she thought I was prettier than her” shut up bitch, you know that’s not why

“Oh kid, you’ve got problems” emma swan, insulting children since 1983

ok but the fact that they chose the name ‘emma’ in a fairytale world, lmao

evil queen theme song playing as they enter storybrooke

emma swan wearing the most dyke outfit possible. getting ready to impress milfs

not that there’s any significance, but emma’s license plate is: 836•M4X

snow and charming are so annoying istg

ewww the blue fairy, i hate that bitch (derogatory)

regina running towards henry and wrapping him up in a hug. her eyes are wet. good lord, her first reaction is concern and worry, not anger.

“I found my real mom” my HEART. her face after he said that, so stricken and hurt, baby…

emma’s little flustered, ‘hi’ when talking to a gorgeous milf. ok babe, we get it, you’re gay.

graham leaving bc of emma and regina’s immediate sexual tension. and regina’s eyes roving over emma.

first ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at exactly 21:00 minutes.

emma swan is so desperate to impress regina. it’d be funny if it wasn’t so pathetic (affectionate)

“Sneaky bastard” once again, emma swan insulting children since 1983

crashing into the storybrooke sign like the absolute icon she is

the cgi 💀💀

yay!! curse time :)

emma waking up in a jail cell. she just does not give a fuck about this shit.

her lips parting when she she’s regina, ok babe, she’s hot we get it

LIP SCAR

god mary-margaret pisses me off

go regina, knock over mary-margaret’s shit, absolute queen

“She’s kinda a hardass” yes but that turns you on, doesn’t it?

gina’s so hot when she’s evil

putting a newborn through the wardrobe to save themselves, a+ parenting

henry mills, once again, the most mature one in a situation “You don’t have to be hostile. You like me, I can tell. You’re just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty.”

“I wanted you to have your best chance. But it’s not with me. C’mon, let’s go.” go emma! be the mature adult i know you can be

petition to get emma swan a therapist so she can deal with all her issues (trust me, she’s got a lot of them)

“Look, your mom is trying her best. I know it’s hard, and I know sometimes you think she doesn’t love you, but at least she wants you.” emma swan, standing up for regina mills since the moment they met

mmm regina’s voice is so hot.

her unhinged laughter, i love her so much

“Where are we going?” “Somewhere horrible, absolutely horrible” takes them to maine

emma swan is so fucking desperate for regina’s approval. she wished to not be alone on her birthday, baby…

second ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 38:43 (i will be keeping count of all of them :D)

regina fidgeting with her blazer pockets, she’s so anxious

first “He’s my son” at 39:01 minutes

“I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do” babe, it’s kinda gay to have a nemesis, just saying

third ‘Miss Swan’ of the show at 39:32

baby… gina is coming apart at the seems

god, not to be gay, but regina’s HANDS at 40:27 agevvegse

emma’s only staying because of regina’s provocations. she wouldn’t have stayed for henry.

gold is so icky.

she’s staying a *only* a week, sure babe, sure.

also side note, i forgot how good the coloring was in ouat. like its very faded, maybe indicative of storybrooke being stuck in the past???

#i will do this for as many eps as i feel like #is anyone going to read this. absolutely not #but i’m having fun #ouat #swan queen #regina mills #ouat rambles #anya rambles #once upon a time #i sound insane i’m (not) sorry

[dhufflebee]

plz tell us more about 'viperella 🐍'!! why do italian lecfosi call him that? (also you're so correct re: charles being a slytherin. 100%)

hi! a fellow hogwarts scholar, I see 🤓

okay, so. "viperella" in italian literally means "little viper", and we use it to talk about someone who's a bit of a cheeky bastard, who can say sneaky-mean things and still save face

on twt, italian fans use it (affectionately!) for charles a lot when they talk about his karting & feeder series days, because he was truly feral still – biggest example being when he told the italian sky commentator there'd be no way his teammate fights for a wdc instead of himself, but honestly the inchident interview absolutely 100% quialifies too

sadly the ferrari pr training is a powerful beast, so the first years he was in f1 he was starstruck and/or still trying to prove himself. however, lately his mean tendencies have started to come back in full force! charles is often sarcastic, eyerolling left right and center during interviews, making little comments in team radios, and taking full advantage of his angel face to say funnily backhanded or downright mean things to/about other drivers – especially carlos recently, remember the glorious "i'm better than charles at any sport" "not racing!" convo? or even all the little comments post-monza in which charles keeps saying how he enjoyed racing hard whereas carlos was basically shitting himself 🤭

a lot of charles's tactical likes on twitter are examples as well, and we truly love them. mostly we love that his still-perfect pr training sometimes cracks infinitesimally, especially now that the season(s) and car are what they are – and even though being mean isn't pretty per se, it is one of charles's core personality trait and it's fun when it comes back out

so if you happen to haunt the scary halls of italian ferrari twt and you see tweets about charles with "viperella" or even just the 🐍 emoji in them, that's why

#hope this helped! #hopefully he'll reach such a status soon that he can be as sneakily mean as he wants and still be adored to heavens and back #charles leclerc #f1 #motorsport #italian stuff #answers #me

[neptunestoast]

Let's lighten the mood a bit

Hello it is I, random anon who does not know you and has never interacted with you before, what is your opinion of your mutuals?

I know it's you Byxell, but anyways

@moshieee

One of my first mutuals and friends here! Their kind, sweet, and very understanding. Don't let them catch you awake at 3 am though. Very fun to hang out with and just ramble with. Would give hugs, my emotional support void.

@bunnybunnsowo

Very silly, kind, and fun to chill with. He always got some animal pictures on deck to make your day better. Is a goober! Would give head pats

@unfunnyaceartist

One of my other first mutuals, very nice, is funny, underrated asf. They make me laugh with their art, super cool! Would give a high five or a hug(don't talk a lot with them but would like too)

@glitchyk

Funny as shit, super good at art(especially writing), always there to give me courage. Super sweet, makes me giggle too much. Is a sister to me. Would give a high five or a hug

@sunification

Super kind, sweet, underrated, cool, outgoing. Would give a hug or a high five (we don't talk too much but when we do, they are very fun)

@bixell-pixell

Sneaky little shit, funny, is like a sibling to me(we "argue/fight" like siblings) Can't focus for shit, super nice, underrated. Would give a hug and/or high five

@lilithloves-you

Very sweet, a lovely person, cool. Underrated, kind, would give a hug (we've only talk maybe once or twice but I'd love to talk to her more)

@vexation-816

Funny, kind, blunt(in a good way) Cool, acts tough but has a soft spot for certain people, don't let him catch you being depressed (aggressively affectionate) would give a hug or high five

@rabid-mercenary16

Newest mutual, fucking funny, sweet, cool, how the fuck do you draw so fast!??!?! Actual raccoon, makes me laugh to much, kind. Would give a hug or high five

If you'd like me to not @ you please tell me! I know my words are repetitive, but I couldn't think of too many words TvT

These are people who've I've gotten to know a little more than others.

(Idk why yall are friends with me. You are all too cool :])

#neptune sillies #mutuals #blob #mutual #moots #ask-blog #bun bun buddy #ask #raccoon jester #void creature #bixell #fl ace #lil lilith #glitchy boi #tired toon #sunny sunshine #i might add more people later #inbox