#🎲﹕x men

[perplexedjokist]

"magneto's real name is max" marvel honey, that's latin.

you want to give him a name? amichai.

amichai (עַמִיחַי , pronounced ah-mee-khai) means roughly "my people are alive".

I know what your thinking and yes I am being slightly cruel but I imagine his family would've named him that out of pure positive intent, or as a grasp at hope. good things you put out in the world always bring good back, don't they?

I like to think no one told him what it meant originally, or maybe he couldn't bring himself to care.

but later in life, he started to care quite a bit. you get where I'm going with this?

[rooksandrevelry]

me and my no powers x men au against the world

[it has my ocs]

[charles and erik didnt meet til erik got with teddy, charles' ex wife]

[erik is raising lorna, pietro, and wanda. as well as scott and alex cause their technically teddy's kids, and then also kinda raising teddy and charles son galileo, charles has jean, sean, and galileo]

[its all silly, please please pleaseeee ask me about my au. we've got a ton of canon characters than my ocs roman, teddy, blaire, and thalia please]

[adelheidvonschicksal]

hiii!! how are you? god, it's my first time requesting and I'm super awkward but I've been kinda having this dark mc brain rot! what would the love and Deepspace boys do with a secret gambler mc who's just like yumeko jabami? that'd be so interesting! feel free to ignore this ask if that makes you uncomfortable and have a nice day!

🎲 LND Scenarios with Dark Gambler!MC

🎲 Synopsis: Love and Deepspace men dealing with their dark gambler partner's eccentrics.

🎲 Pairing: LND x GN!Reader

🎲 Content Warning: sexual undertones, mild humor, no pronouns/looks mentioned (Jabami is for the aesthetic), Zayne is the only one vibing, there's no mercy in kitty cards!

🎲 A/N: Thanks for letting me take a crack at your request. I never watched Kakeguri but I think I got the vibe! I did tone the behavior down a little to fit LND more but I think you'll be satisfied. Zayne's part turned into my favorite even though I had the hardest time thinking of a scene for him!

“Let me have a turn.”

Xavier shudders at the dark aura he senses behind him despite the sweet smile plastered on your face. It’s almost like seeing a demon reflecting in the glass of the claw machine but in the form of an angel. He knew it was a bad idea to come to the arcade. He was no good at the machine no matter how much he tried and the nearly empty bowl where his tokens once laid was the proof.

“It’s alright. I didn’t think I could get it anyway. I’m not really good at this game.”

You frown at him. “It’s not you, love. These games are designed to cheat people out their money. It's disgusting really.”

Xavier gulps at that word. Cheat. If there was one thing you hated in this world, it was unfairness. The crooked smile forming on your face forces him to return eye contact with the special edition bunny plush he’s failed to get time and time again. Somehow, he sees fear in its eyes.

“I’ll get it for you.” Your hand reaches into the coin bowl; each clink makes his throat tighten as you finally pull out one of the coins between your fingers. “That bunny will be coming home with us.”

Xavier knows there’s little he can do when you sound that determined. Luckily, you won the bunny in two attempts.

“Ta-da! A fluffy bunny for my fluffy bunny.”

A sense of relief washes over him when the round rabbit hits his hands. Maybe he was being overly paranoid. However, his relief is quickly buffed out by anxiety when he sees you place another coin in the machine. It’s only a few seconds before the chimes of the machine go off again. Then, you pass him another toy, a carrot this time.

“Every bunny needs a snack!” you coo, but your tone carries that familiar edge that makes the hair on the back of his neck stand. “Now, whom shall we capture next?”

To Xavier, it sounds less like a question and more like a decree of war. “I think these two are more than enough for today."

“Xavier, this game stole forty dollars from you. I’m not going to let it get away with that,” you declare, proving it was just as he feared as your voice lowers. “Now, which one do you want, dear? Oh, I know, I'll just win them all for you! How does that sound?" you ask, but Xavier is eerily aware that it won’t matter what he says when you’re like this.

“Here we go!” you mewl as the claw begins to whir up.

Ignoring the shiver that climbs up his spine when your voice drips with the venom of ecstasy, there’s little Xavier can do but take another step back, buy another bowl of coins, and hold them for you as the role of a supportive boyfriend.

It’s an hour later when he finds himself surrounded by plushies, much more than he can hold, and the fear that you’re going to get kicked out the arcade any second.

“Cleaned out again!” you announce with a shrill breathy gasp, the giggle you give reminding him of the maniacal laughter Lemonette chortles out whenever the wanderer sprays lemon juice in his eyes. “Tell the employees we need another refill.”

“We don't have enough hands to carry all the ones you already won.”

“What?” Your focus finally breaks from the game and to the many toys scattered on the floor around him, overtaking his feet, then to the worried look on his face. “I went overboard again, didn’t I?”

Xavier sighs. “I think that’s pretty obvious.”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“How do you suggest I do that?” he asks with a shake of his head. “You’re impossible to stop.”

You flutter your eyelashes at him innocently. “I did get you your bunny though!”

“At the cost of the poor arcade owner’s precious sanity,” he reminds you but the smile on his face is less than scolding when he sees the guilty sulk you have and the lax of your shoulders. “Let’s find a donation center to drop these little guys off. We’ll count it as our good deed for the month.”

“Good idea! How about we surprise all the kids at the hospital?” you agree. Xavier chuckles. There’s the angel again.

“Pretty please, Rafayel!”

The painter rolls his eyes, scooting further away from you to find a different spot on the floor to sit as you crawl after him. Rafayel turns his head away and strokes his paintbrush down the center of his canvas.

“No. Now, go away. Shoo. Shoo, go paw at someone else,” he says, waving the wet paintbrush at you.

“But no one else will play with me,” you whine.

“I wonder why?”

You are terrifying when you play kitty cards. Unfortunately, he was once the only one foolish enough to play with you because he wasn’t aware of how you got when you gambled even when the winnings were only a few pieces of chocolate. He knows better now. Despite your cute precious face, you were evil incarnate when it came to games.

“Surely, you pity me my dear sweet, gorgeous boyfriend. Did I forget to mention talented?” You give him the puppy eyes to try to wear down his resolve; your hand glides over his bangs, lovingly pushing them from his face. As much as he loves trying to make you happy, this is one of the few things in the world that he refuses to listen to you about.

“As true as all of that may be, I prefer living thanks,” he says before switching brushes to another color. A splash of blue would be excellent.

“Is this about last time?” you ask him. “It was an accident.”

“You nearly broke my hand!”

“You were trying to swap the kitties!” you yell back. Rafayel was a no-good cheater when it came to playing games and not the least bit sorry about it. It’s not your fault that you grabbed his hand by reflex nor that he was so dramatic about it.

“So, the sentence is hand breaking? That's cruel and unusual punishment!” he says with a gasp.

"Is it wrong to take away your tool for cheating?"

“Have you forgotten what I do for a living? You might as well lay me out in the sun to dry.”

Sighing, you decide to agree with him. You suppose you could be a little competitive when it came to games. Besides, they say it’s easier to catch more flies with honey. “Look, I’m sorry, baby,” you apologize and smooth out a hand over his thigh. “How about I give you a super special prize if you win.”

Rafayel barely looks at you from the corner of his eyes that slowly drop to where your hand rests on his leg. You’re on your hands and knees next to him, perched up like a cat begging to be petted.

“I’m listening,” he says, continuing to mix his paints. Purring, you lean in and whisper in his ear the prizes you’re willing to trade for him to play one little round with you.

His heart races with each word. It’s suddenly becoming harder to keep the stroke of the brush straight when your hand starts to trail further and further up his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way—” and he almost gives in until he sees the corner of your lips curling up into a smirk. “Wait. No. I refuse.”

“Not even if—” and you whisper in his ear again. He swears the brush handle will splinter if he grips it any tighter. His face is glowing a light red by the time you pull away. He might be Lumerian but he’s still a man; it’s difficult to bury the memories of pleasure under the memories of his fingers squeezing in your hard grip the last time you caught him cheating. He manages, somehow.

“How easy do you think I am? I’m not open for business whenever you want, darling.” He manages to spat out, not exactly the best rejection but it’ll suffice.

You puff up your cheeks at him. “You’re the meanest boyfriend ever!”

“And you’re evil when a card gets in your hand,” he argues back. The last thing he sees is the red of your shirt as you pounce on him and blue paint spilling across the floor.

“You’re so nice, Zayne. You’re the only one who's brave enough to play against me.”

Zayne glances up from the stack of cards in his hands to catch your tongue glancing over your lips to wet them as you stare him down with dilated eyes. He expected you to get worked up but not quite this early into the game.

“I had the free time today.”

The real reason he schedules these regular games with you is to keep your strange habit under control, like providing a little bit of a drug to an addict; or in simpler terms, walking an overly energetic Husky so it won’t tear up the furniture. It beats the many times you ring him up at two in the morning, needing him to come rescue you out of a tough situation. He knows you’ll never learn your lesson with him always swooping in when needed, but he can’t stand the possibility of you getting hurt should he not come to your rescue every time you over bet your hand and need him to win back your money for you. The doctor never really expected to be a poker or kitty card expert at this age but alas.

“I’m guessing there’s at least one Kitty Plot in your hand, am I right?” you ask him; and he doesn’t understand how you sound more excited each time he obtains another assist card.

“And if I told you there was?”

The giggle you let out sounds much too vulgar for a simple game of kitty cards, but he’s used to this eccentricity of yours at this point. “Then that means I get to beat you even when you’re at your best!”

You slap down a Freeze card and Skip card. There’s not much he can do other than draw his assist card and ride out your next turn. In the next phase, you throw out another assist card, one that will allow you to restock your empty number stockpile and seal your victory.  

“Any last words?” you ask him. He can see that you’re starting to twitch with the excitement that comes from besting him. It’s the most dramatic thing he’s seen, but he’d be a liar to say it wasn’t…satisfying…to watch your face fill with shock as he blocks your finishing move with a Meow This. Maybe you were rubbing off on him after all, he muses.

“You held on to that all this time?” you ask him, recalling the many chances he could’ve blocked your earlier plays. You were aware he was luring you into a trap by playing the slow game, but you thought you could get around it this time. With a dreamy sigh, you cup your cheek in your hand. “I should’ve known. Just careless.”

“Any last words?” he asks, mocking your earlier victory line.

“None I’m afraid. I’m completely at your mercy; helpless in the face of your onslaught,” you tell him, and he ignores the little tilt of seduction lacing your voice and the squirming of your thighs as he starts erasing every point you’ve earned.

Slowly, your points decrease one by one as he throws out assist after assist while you let out little whimpers and mutter compliments under your breath with each cup color change and point reducer he throws out.

You’re going to lose! Again! He’s incredible as always.

But you’re offered deliverance when instead of erasing the six points of your blue kitty the cup color changes to match it. You hear Zayne “tch” under his breath, and you can’t help but laugh when he finally has to give up and fill the last white kitty cup with a pathetic low-level kitten.

In the end, you only won by two points but that was all you needed.

“I won…I won!” you repeat, rocking back and forth as you hug yourself and toss your head back. “I finally beat you! You won’t believe how long I waited for this day! Now what should my prize be?” You fall back onto the floor, kicking your feet. “It’s so hard to decide. I honestly didn’t think this day would come! There are so many things I’ve dreamed of making you do for me!”

Zayne presses his lips into a thin line as he begins to collect the kittens from the cup. “Calm down. You’re drooling on the carpet,” he exaggerates, not that you're in the right mind to listen.

“I got it. I know just what I want,” you squeal, holding your finger in your mouth to muffle your laughs. Zayne tenses when you sit up, much like a vampire from a horror movie, and lock eyes with him; he doesn’t think he’s felt so targeted since his days in the military.

“Meow for me, Zayne,” you demand, and his face burns at the ridiculousness of your request.

“You—”

“Are you backing out? That’s poor sportsmanship especially considering I took every nasty medicine each time you won.”

Zayne shakes his head. “No. I was simply thinking that’s surprisingly tame for you.”

You lift your eyebrows curiously. “So, does that mean?”

Zayne leans in over the table. In this position, he can see how your face softens from that lust-filled haze that gambling always manages to place over you. He doesn’t know if you can actually get embarrassed, but you certainly look flustered as he locks eyes with you.

“Meow.”

“Oh,” you gasp, eyes wide. “T-That was absolutely wonderful,” you blurt out with a clasp of your hands. “Do it again.”

“It was a one-time deal,” Zayne rejects before straightening his back.

“I didn’t think you would do it. One more little meow for me?” you plead. “This was a special victory, and I didn’t get to enjoy my winnings properly.”

“If you want to hear it again, I’m afraid you’ll have to beat me a second time,” he answers bluntly.

“And if you win?”

“You do what I want.”

“Which is?”

Zayne smirks at you. “All I can tell you is that I’ll ask for much more than a meow.”

“You’re on! You’re on! You’re on! What better way to solidify my position as the best kitty card player than with a streak?”

“I take it we’re playing on Hell Mode then.”

“What do you mean? It’s always heaven playing against you, Zayne. You’re the only one who can give an actual challenge,” you sweetly coo, nearly a moan. “Unfortunately, your reign will officially be coming to an end. I’m going to beat you without luck; and when I do, I think I’ll make you meow and purr for my reward.”

“Hurry and restart the match then if you believe that.”

Zayne watches as you excitedly set the game back up. He supposes that this type of gambling is more fun than gambling with chocolates. At least until he sees your social media message the next morning.

Guess who finally toppled the old king and became the new Ruler of Kitty Cards? I won’t name them. No one asked. It’s not polite to be a sore loser, my adorable meowing subject.

[demigoddessqueens]

Masterlist 11

Writing Drabbles

Intimacy

avert your eyes

SFW writings

Match up pairings - Valkyrie // Trevor Belmont // Alucard // multi-fandom pairing //

Song 🎶 fics - Vax fic // Percy fic // Grog // Caleb // Cadeuces // Grog - fic 2 //

Song fic: multi-party - Pike/Jester/Laudna //

Pretty Little Liars 💋/Original Sin 🔪- being mouse’s sibling //

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette flirting //

Game of Thrones/House of the Dragon 🐉- aegon + writing prompt // aemond headcanons // incorrect quotes // jock 💪 aemond //

Ewan Mitchell - Martin (in the modern world) //

The Decameron - Dr Dioneo fluff // Dioneo and the artist //

Hades - making out with Moros //

Marvel

MCUniverse - Namor + female general // Paradox ⚡️ headcanons // incorrect quotes // incorrect quotes 2 // incorrect quotes 3 // incorrect quotes 4 // incorrect quotes 5 //

Werewolf by Night - Jack Russell fluff //

X-Men - relationship headcanons //

Bridgerton - Benedict SFW (+ NSFW) //

Fallout - found family + Lucy //

Dune - Chani + sister!figure //

Ultraman Rising - kenji x male!reader //

A Quiet Place: Day One - dating Eric //

Monkey Man - writing prompt ask //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- ares x Hindu!god!reader // Dionysus with pregnant!reader + twins // hard to get Ares // can’t carry a tune 🎶 // Hermes and Apollo twins // sneaking with Poseidon // childhood friend // rise of Venus 💕 // friends of monsters // plus size reader //

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - thicc thighs // (my darling) yandere // grog + sorcerer!reader // Percy + harpy kiss // yandere Vax and Percy // bard oc + scanlan // kidnapped?! // wild witch 🧙// domestic + affectionate //

Mighty Nein - hold my ale // you get separated // flirting as a bard 🎵//

Bell’s Hells - constellation Druid //

Other -

Dungeon Meshi - toshiro headcanons //

Castlevania/Nocturne 🌙 - once upon a December // Fae healer lover // fall asleep on their shoulder // Trio + modern au // lover’s voice kink // divine paladin, cleric // roasts and insults // richter + elf!reader // sugar 🍬 rush //

Assassins Creed - Kenway friend // drunk Haytham // Connor and author s/o // the cuddling type // gyaru reader // altair and day off // Altair and eagles // Malik headcanons // markings of Eden // supportive Altair //

Codexmonthly prompts

July “magic”

August “rooftop”

September “leap”

Baldurs Gate - linking pinkies // peck 💋 on lips // practicing “I love you” // Gale + insecure!body reader // blue dragon in the rain // too close to call //

Batstarion 🦇 Week 2024 - day 6 // day 7

Star Wars - Rey skywalker + reader with anxiety //

NSFW writings

Twisters 🌪️ - sweet darlin //

Critical Role 🎲

Multiparty - match freak //

Vox Machina - lover & giver // ride of your life //

Mighty Nein - your reward + round 2 //

Bell’s Hells - braius fic //

Castlevania - you taste good (ft C.R.) //

[sahonithereadwolf]

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[kingoftieland]

A BOARD GAME was the biggest influence on X-Men: The Animated Series! 🎲

[htchnr]

🎲 02 — My Head Keeps Spinnin'.

✮ꜜ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. ✮ꜜ 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢! ✮ꜜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 heated moment ⋆ grinding ⋆ Sam's budding obsession with your hair ⋆ super minor character death ⋆ shooting ⋆ Sam's awful double sided plans ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 FNV AU! Casino Owner!Sam Axe x Courier.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 once well rested, Sam explains your first job for him. when you come back after a job well done, he lays out his plan to go after Benny. or, things get a little hot between you two. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 1,9k.

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

you walk through the big doorway to the living room as you had followed the sound of soft jazz. it was funny seeing this room again, the light of the early morning sun now allowing you to fully take in the space. " breakfast? " Sam's voice calls from the couch.

you glance over, the large coffee table had a handful of platters of various foods. if you ignored the expensive decor, just by looking at the food you could tell he had deep pockets.

" sure. " you walk over to the plush armchair beside the couch. he offers you a bowl of what looks to be porridge, which you accept. the moment the smell hits your nose you dig in, pushing down spoon after spoon of the warm food.

you swallow the bite, clearing your throat. " what's the job? " you push in another bite the moment the words leave your lips.

Sam laughs beside you, throwing his head back. " come on now, doll. " he laughs, " let's eat first, then we'll talk business. "

your stomach rumbles, as if to agree with him. you huff, nodding reluctantly as you push in another bite.

breakfast was over as soon as it started as you two had worked through the food. you sat back, adjusting the zipper on the front of your suit. " so, what's the job? "

he huffs out a laugh, " i like your eagerness. " he swallows down a large sip of coffee, setting his mug down. " it's a simple job, really. " he turns on the couch to fully face you. " some of my men will be escorting some things into my warehouse. you, will take your pretty rifle, and keep an eye on them from up on a roof. "

you squint your eyes, crossing your arms. " that's it? you want me to act as support from above? " you scoff, " no offense mister, but you've built a whole life without my aid, probably delivered or 'escorted' things to that warehouse. why do you now need me for support? "

Sam grins, his crows feet prominent. " i suppose you've got a point there, sweetheart. " he picks up his mug again, taking a large swig. " lets say it isn't an ordinary shipment. you're a smart girl, you can tell i've got plenty of caps and power, i don't think it's hard to believe that there are people who want a taste of what i have. "

he downs the last swirl of coffee, setting the empty mug down on the coffee table again. " if all goes as planned, there won't be a soul nearby that ain't meant to be there. "

you nod, " and if there is a 'soul that ain't meant to be there'? that's where i come in? "

Sam smiles and nods, " bingo, darling. observe the situation, and take action if necessary. " he rolls his shoulder, standing up from the couch. " and if all goes well, i'll keep my end of the deal and i'll tell you where Benny is. "

your face twitches at the mention of his name. you nod, standing up from the armchair. " just tell me when and where and i'll be there. "

he grins, " excellent. i've left the details on a note with your rifle and your armor. " you step around him, heading towards the doorway. " oh, honey? "

you turn, humming your response.

" don't get too bored, or too cocky. " he smirks, nodding as if saying, 'you're dismissed'.

you scoff, turning away and walking down the hall to the armory. you were one of the best shots in the Mojave with your rifle, if he didn't have any tricks up his sleeve, there wasn't a single way you wouldn't succeed.

the soft jazz playing in the elevator relaxes you as you return to Sam's penthouse. the job had been easy, too easy almost. you wonder if he had taken out some factors to make it easier for you.

the elevator dings, 'fourteenth floor' sounding through the space as the doors open shortly. you step out into the neat and spacious hall, still glancing around in awe. you don't think this place will ever cease to amaze you.

the low whirring you've come to associate with Mike, Sam's bot, sounds from down the hall. " hello, ma'am. Mr. Axe is waiting for you at the bar. "

you nod, pulling your helmet off. your thick curls immediately spring out, eager to be free. you head down the hall, passing various spaces you hadn't explored yet before you reach the bar. true to Mike's words, there he was; sat on a chaise against the furthest wall from the doorway, a cigar in hand.

" i heard the job went well. " he nods, greeting you.

you scoff, hanging the strap of your rifle over a chair. " you keeping tabs on me? "

he laughs, " can you blame me? it's hard to keep my eyes off you. "

your cheeks redden at his words. you huff, turning to set your helmet down on a small table. you turn to him again, crossing your arms. revenge still ran hot as you had caught wind of a rumor of a man in a checkered suit going through a town not too far from here. " if you're keeping tabs on me, then you know i've done my job. " you exhale deeply. " so cough it up, where's Benny? "

Sam only grins at your words, crossing one leg over the other. " so eager and down to the point, " he chuckles, taking a drag from the cigar. he watches you tap your foot impatiently. " he's here, on the Strip. "

your body stiffens — he had been here the whole time? " he's been here, this whole time and you didn't think to mention that? " you raise your voice.

Sam nods, " for exactly this reason, doll. " he smothers the stump of the cigar in the ash tray and stands up from the chaise. " the job was to see how you could handle yourself in a, particular, situation, " he steps towards you, standing at his full height. " and now i've seen what you can do, i want you in on another job. "

you scoff, " i'm not doing another job until you tell me where Benny is. " you stand strong, your stance widening a little.

Sam laughs, now standing just a few feet away from you. " the job is to go after Benny. " he watches in amusement how your face twitches. " and with all the pawns on the board here in Vegas, baby, you can't simply waltz in there and shoot him. "

he sets a step closer, and you can smell the intoxicating smell of him. heavens above, he smells good. " what do you need from me then? " you sigh.

he grins, " i've got a plan set up, impossible to fail. " he trails, setting another step closer. " Benny's only seen you in your armor and helmet, correct? "

you nod, intrigued by the close proximity and where this was going. " and i know by the way you talked your way out of the tight spot with the guard that you've got excellent persuasive skills, " he tucks a thick curl behind your ear.

you shiver slightly beneath his touch, taking a deep breath. " as much as i'm enjoying this, can you get to the point? " you breathe, looking up at him.

he smiles, dropping his hand from your face. " of course. " he nods, " i want you to get into his place, dressed and dolled up, and seduce him. "

you blink, snapping out of the trance of his close proximity. " excuse me? fuck no. " you move to turn away, but Sam's large hands grab your hips. you writhe against his strong hold, but his hold doesn't falter. " hey! "

he sighs, easily turning you around to face the table before you — pinning your front to the table as he presses his sturdy figure against yours. " was i done talking? i don't think so. " he breathes against your ear, holding your arms behind your back as he presses his full body against yours.

he waits for a moment until you stop squirming, accepting your defeat as you let him hold you down without much of a struggle. " there we go, atta girl. " he smirks. " now, for reasons far too personal to discuss like this, i can't go after him myself. " his voice low and steady.

" all you have to do is get him to his suite, then you can do whatever your pretty heart desires to him. " your heart skips a beat, that sounds good to you.

" i'll give you every bit of information you could possibly need about his place, i'll give you a dress that'll almost do the work for you, " he trails off, his hold on your arms relinquishing as he in turn moves to rest his arms beside your head. " and all i ask in return, is one small thing from his possession. "

your chest heaves at the heat from his body pressed against yours and the low rumble of his voice. " and what's that? "

he grins, one hand trailing down your waist to rest on your hip. " i'm glad you asked, baby. the Platinum Chip. "

slight shivers run through your body at the gentle knead of his fingers against your hip. " that's it? " you breathe, closing your eyes as he presses his hips flat against yours.

you can feel his nose brush against the lobe of your ear. " that's it. " he breathes in, reveling in the scent of your hair, the soft and thick feel of your curls against the side of his face.

you involuntarily push your hips back against his, hearing the slightest hitch of his breath against your ear. his fingers grip your hip a little harder at the motion. " deal. "

he grins breathlessly, nudging his nose against your ear. " just like that? "

you breathe deeply, nodding against the smooth wooden table. " just, like that. "

he stays still for a moment, turning his head to nuzzle his face against your curls for a brief second before pushing off of you. he smooths a hand from side to side over the swell of your hips, as he keeps his pressed against yours. he revels at the sight of your thighs clenching in your suit.

Sam gives your hip one last squeeze before stepping away, gracefully striding to the doorway leading to the hall. he holds the frame and turns, " oh, and, doll? "

you push up onto your arms, staying leaning over the table as you catch your breath. " yeah? " you turn your head to face him.

" don't wander off to find Benny by yourself, alright? " he grins, " he's not going anywhere, anytime soon. " he sends you a slow wink, " stick to that and i'll take the best care of you, sweetheart. that, i promise. "

and in one smooth turn he moves through the doorway and out of sight. you exhale deeply, hanging your head. damn that man.

[thenanbakacorner]

Hi! Would you be willing to write headcanons for Uno and Samon (polyam if that's okay?) with a male guard S/O? Requesting for an irl friend. Please and thank you. Have a nice day.

Sure! Here you go, hope your friend likes it!（*＾＾*)

S/N = S/O's Name

* * *

🐒🎲 Samon and Uno X M!Guard!S/O Headcanons 🎲🐒

S/N had been dating- and living with- Samon first, and when he brought up the prospect of starting a polyamorous relationship with him and Uno, he was very unsure

The idea of sharing him was something he already wasn't too sure of, but with an inmate? Boy oh boy. Guards and inmates shouldn't be dating each other to begin with!

But, after lots of time thinking about it, he decides-- alright, as long as S/N was happy and Uno didn't hog him all the time..

After all, he had him first!

S/N would share time between the two, spending most of his quality time with Samon at home, and at work, he would spend time with Uno when on breaks

Both men were content with this system, as they seemed to have equal parts time with S/N

For a while, Samon couldn't help but feel jealous, knowing S/N was getting lovey dovey on another man while they were working

But, seeing him happy with Uno, it slowly assured him that everything would work out

After a while, S/N decided to drag Samon in on spending time with Uno too so the two could get used to each other more

It took awhile, but after some time of this, the two actually get along really well and like to double team teasing S/N a bit

Samon decides, maybe this polyamorous relationship isn't that bad after all

[cptsimmons]

🐍( edit by @karvviie )🦅

💾 "RONNIE" / SSD / SOLID STATE 💽 22yr ( 09.29.02 ♎ ) ⚡ THEY/THEM in a plural way 💽 @cpttucker is my wife 💾 @p0kern1ght is my artblog @solidstatedrivesystem is my system blog ⤵ interests under cut

👻 — horror movies (ex. saw, evil dead, jaws, halloween, alien, silence of the lambs, insidious) 🎮 — video games (ex. black isle fallout, pokemon, halo, fnaf, hotline miami, portal & half-life, survival horror, anything with obtuse gameplay done for the sake of horror) 📺 — tv shows (ex. red vs blue, burn notice, m*a*s*h, metalocalypse, battlestar galactica) 🦸‍♂️ — comic books (ex. the adventures of tintin, the watchmen, venom, cable & deadpool, x-men, spiderman/spiderverse, teenage mutant ninja turtles) 🎶 — the stupidest bands on earth (ex. ninja sex party, twrp, starbomb, skyhill, trocadero, the protomen, jonathan coulton, they might be giants, any and all 70s/80s dad rock, 30s/40s jazz) ✨ — very occasional animanga (ex. dungeon meshi, yuru camp, kagerou project, chainsaw man, berserk, one piece) 🎲 — tabletop rpgs (ex. dungeons & dragons, pathfinder, starfinder, vampire: the masquerade)

[perplexedjokist]

never let me down again by depeche mode is very cherik coded

especially "Promises me I'm as safe as houses As long as I remember who's wearing the trousers" is this not them coded?? I might be stupid

[poognthebrainbois]

🧠, 📺, 🎲

Just realized I should probably introduce myself before I answer these lol

My name is Gavin. I'm an introject of an X-Men/Xavier's/Mutant OC. Hope that counts--

🧠 - How do you feel about being in a system?

I- or versions of me, at least, have been around in the system for a while now (think 5+ years), so I'm pretty chill about it nowadays. I'm used to it.

There're always gonna be some lows too, y'know? Like it kills me sometimes to have only a couple headmates to talk about and work through my source memories with, but I get by.

📺 - Do you play/watch/read yoyr source?

Yeah, man! My source (X-Men in general) is a positive trigger for me most of the time. I consideted Logan a father-figure in-source, so especially stuff with him in it.

Obviously, my case is a little different than what I expect "most fictrojects" that answer these'll be, on account o' I'm not technically in my source?? At least not canonically??

But still, yeah. Love the X-Men movies. Went CRAZY over Deadpool & Wolverine. Didn't love the New Mutants but that's for a more complicated personal reason... Which I guess applies in its own rite.

🎲 - Is there anything you would change about your source?

This one's honestly a little tough to answer, 'Cause my source is already a little skewed from the cannon material, and even then:

I have changed it. A couple times.

I won't get into details (not now anyway), but suffice to say I made some much needed rewrites for my own sake.

Hope this fulfilled the request. And uh... I'll see if anyone else wants to answer??

Here're some drawings of me over the years:

[snkts]

🎲 - From Victor

Kiss Roulette!

38. A kiss while one party is carried

He’s struggling to stop his eyes from glazing over. Logan is a good soldier. Logan memorises and follows his orders. He carries out his missions without complaint. He’s effective. He’s good. He’s the best. He’s bored out of his skull. He knows he’s not the only one. He catches Victor’s eye and, when the COs are turned around, makes a show of letting his shoulders droop and grimacing. There's a ghost of a smirk on Vic’s face and he pops his eyebrows in silent agreement. A flicker of movement, the sound of shifting weight, hints that the CO is about to turn around, and the two men face forward. More information they don't need. Yeah, knowing was half the battle. Yeah, Logan always made sure to read the reports and briefing notes. He did his homework. 

But this was too much. The officer turns back to the display, and Vic nudges his shoulder. Logan glances his way. Vic raises a hand to scratch innocently at his jaw, then, for just a second, his hand makes the shape of a pistol, and he jerks his head to the side as though ‘shot’. Logan clamps his jaw down to avoid grinning. At least they have this. Makes it halfway tolerable. At his right, Maverick sighs and rolls his eyes. Nice to know he was dead set on being a drag. Finally, finally, the display clicks off. Thank Christ. It’s a struggle not to say something like that out loud, but he manages. 

“... Which concludes our briefing.” The officer said. What was his name again? He wasn’t one of their usual handlers - Parson, or Peterson, or something like that. Whatever. “Are there any further questions?” 

Silence. 

Special Agent Parson-or-Peterson nodded. 

“Very well.” He said. “If that’s the case, we’re done here. Your personal briefings will be delivered to you later today.” 

“Sure. Drop it off when you put the mint on my pillow.” Victor retorts and Logan has to duck his head and bite his lip to keep his reaction contained. He gets away with just a snort. Maverick sucks in a sharp inhale. Silver Fox hisses a warning “Victor!” through her teeth. Kestrel huffs his quiet amusement, and Mastodon tensed so suddenly Logan heard his shoulders clench. Victor didn't spare them a parting glance. He wasn't looking for their approval. Logan caught his eye when he looked up again and, when Victor sees his smile, his entire scent and posture blooms to delight. It's adorable, and Logan lets his smile show a bit more. Victor grins. 

“Sabertooth.” Parson-or-Peterson snaps. Vic’s expression shifts to a barely restrained irritation. “Do you think you’re funny?” Vic seems to ponder this for a moment, then shrugs, clasping his hands loosely behind his back. 

“You saying I should quit my day job, sir?” The humour in Victor’s voice is colder now, sharper. More dangerous. Uh oh.

“I would advise against it.” The officer sounds equally terse. The air in the room is thick with anticipation, dominance, anxiety. 

“Vic-” Logan mutters. His caution is ignored as Parson-or-Peterson continues. 

“Perhaps we should have you take point on this mission.” He sneers. Victor grins again, making a point of showing his fangs. 

“I’d love that, sir.” He rumbles. That, at least, is not a joke. Victor may not have much interest in leading the team, but being set loose with nobody in charge of him? Dream come true. 

“A shame.” The officer sniffs. “Because Maverick will call the shots.” At Logan’s other side, Maverick sighs quietly and stands straighter. 

“Yes, sir.” He says curtly. Victor snorts, but says nothing. The officer turns and leaves with another harsh ‘dismissed’. Wild Cat, Kestrel, Silver Fox, and Mastodon go one way. The real top dogs of Team X - Wolverine, Sabertooth, and Maverick - go another. The door shuts and, to Logan and Victor, the officer’s footsteps continue in a third direction and vanish. It’s safe to talk now. It’s safe to be close. 

Logan adjusts his stride until his arm brushes Victor’s with every step. In a movement as natural as breathing, Victor hooks his little finger around Logan’s. (Subtle enough they won’t get caught, warm enough to mean something.) 

“You should be more careful.” Maverick breaks the silence. 

“Careful?” Victor echoes. 

“Yeah. Careful.” Maverick says again. “You’re stirring up trouble for all of us. I don't like this Paulson guy any more than-” 

“Paulson! That’s the bitch.” Logan exclaimed, snapping his fingers. Victor let out a surprised bark of laughter. Maverick blinked.

“What-?” 

“Couldn’t remember his name.” Logan shrugged. Victor snickered. Maverick groaned. 

“Never mind. Do what you want. Just don't make me haul your dumb asses out of another firefight.” 

“Wouldn't dream of it, bub.” Logan grins. Maverick shakes his head and peels off down a different hallway. Once he’s out of sight, Logan slips his hand into Victor’s properly. Victor’s ears turned pink even as he squeezed Logan’s palm. 

“I don't like the way he was looking at you.” He muttered. Logan’s face scrunched in confusion.

“Who? North?” 

“Wh- No! No.” Victor shook his head and held on tighter. “Agent Paulson. He was freakin’ me out - didn’t you notice?” Logan shouldered open the door to the bunkhouse and tilted his head. 

“Is that why you were so tense back there?” 

“I’m not tense.” Victor grumbles. Logan studies him for a moment, watching as Victor stands with his arms crossed and looks anywhere but at him. Something is really bothering him. 

“You wanna-”

“No.” Victor turns away more, but Logan doesn’t miss the way he fidgets. He frowns.

“But you’re not tense.” 

“I’m just peachy.” Victor’s claws flex in and out. So he didn’t want to talk. Fine. 

“Alright.” Logan shrugged, wandering over to his own bunk. “Guess I don’t gotta help you relax, then.”

“What?” Victor’s head snapped up so fast Logan swore he heard the vertebrae crack. Bingo. 

“Well, if you’re not tense.” Logan says innocently, peeling his shirt off and tossing it on his cot to fold. “Ya’ don’t need any help unwinding.”

“I’m tense!” And Vic is behind him, his hands on Logan’s hips. “I’m tense, I’m so tense.” Logan smirks and turns around.

“Yeah.” He said, then hooked his hands under Vic’s thighs and lifted. His mate’s back hits the wall with a thud and it’s so sweet, watching his face flush so quickly. “I know.” He leans up for a kiss and Vic responds eagerly, holding the sides of Logan’s face in his palms. 

“Don’t get yourself so worked up, Kitten.” Logan whispers against his lips. “Anything they wanna throw at us, we can handle together.” 

Victor responds with teeth.

[lostamongthestarz]

Hiii me again :3 (unrelated to the ask you write very well :D) I have been obsessing about a very obscure character so I am here knocking on your door to once again beg for content. Can you write DC Chancer x genderfluid reader please? I will sob happily-

I hope you don't mind me making shit up, Chancer is one of those characters that showed up once and we never saw again </3 I get to give you the title of number #1 Chancer fan on my account. 🎲

Chancer x genderfluid reader

Warnings: none

Divider credits: @/khaer

❗❗FEM READERS, SHE/HER + SHE/THEY - DO NOT INTERACT, DO NOT FETISHIZE MY WRITING, I WRITE THESE HEADCANONS FOR MY FELLOW TRANS MEN/ENBY FREINDS❗❗

Chancer is said to be from Texas - so, I'm slapping this man with a case of heavy accent. He can control it somewhat, if he gets pissed off you will not have a clue what he's saying because his accent slips out.

Cheesy ass pickup lines while flirting with you - he'll make a joke about his baton and how lucky he is to have found you.

When he's taking, he tips his head a little bit like he's got a hat on knowing full well he doesn't wear a hat, He doesn't know why he does this.

Much like condiment king, Chancer always makes sure he asks you what pronouns you're using that day, you are his partner he wants you to be happy and comfortable talking to him - about anything and everything.

Would absolutely beat the shit out of some rude asshole if they started shit with you, He's a criminal (and y'know murdered someone) But that doesn't mean he tolerates nasty shit towards his partner.

loves to see what outfits you choose for the day; he thinks you look good in anything, and he could care less if your fashion sense is a mix of whatever you like.

blonde hair, he takes good care of it, only so you can run your fingers through it because he melts when you do.

I hope this are good, I went based off his short wiki and my own thoughts mix with stuff you've mentioned before

Requests open! 💌 My inbox is open <3

[demigoddessqueens]

Masterlist 12

KINKTOBER 2024 ASKS

VALENTINE’s DAY 2025 ASKS

SFW Writings

Song fic(s) - Wild 😜 ones // fell in love in October //

Assassin’s Creed - kiss headcanons // Ezio and artist reader // Edward and the siren //

Codexmonthtly

January - “invention”

February - “”

Critical Role 🎲

Vox Machina - hijab!reader // pirate elf // grog headcanons // Tabaxi “therapist” //

Mighty 9 - trinkets for Fjord // cute Fjord headcanons //

Bell’s Hells - sous chef //

Multi-party: scarlet witch //

Hades (Game) - zagreus + nymph!reader //

Exophilia - Christmas fluff //

Dragon Age

Origins - types of kisses (tba) //

DA2 - types of kisses (tba)

Inquisition - types of kisses //

Veilguard - types of kisses //

Castlevania/Nocturne - summoning powers // goth dhamphir // Frankenstein // Jack skellington // half fae half vamp // neck kisses 💋//

Arcane - Jayce x pregnant!reader //

Marvel

X-men - having the same power // making out // rose quartz - I have so much love // nightcrawler holiday party // mistletoe kiss // honey calcite prompt //

Baldur’s Gate - lucky to have you // smitten Halsin // have so much love for you // kidnap angst // adoration // tiefling Tav // honey calcite - confidence // mistletoe kiss 💋 // Halsin and mistletoe// Rolan and asexual!reader //

Blood of Zeus ⚡️- heron + Alexia sick prompt // Ares and his children // childhood friends with Ares // Zeus + Hera “the five disappointments” //

Wicked 💚 - fluff alphabet // Fiyero headcanons //

NSFW Writings

Arcane - kinks

Gladiator - kinks

Dragon Age

Origins -

Da2 -

Inquisition - iron bull and Passion

Veilguard - kinks

[forsty]

🎲🌦🌍😇👥️📺

🎲 game

Gonna have to go with Red Dead Redemption 2 (to everyone's surprise.....) I don't think I've ever been more insane about a game ever and the way I never get tired of it. It's become a huge comfort game for me, it just hits in so many ways. and also john marston

🌦 weather

I prefer autumn weather!! Grey, rainy days are my favorite.

🌍 place

The beach on the little island near where I live. Every summer as a kid we would go there with our boat. The sland has a little kiosk and I remember so vividly walking barefoot from the grass outside to the cold tiles inside and buy ice cream. There's also a compass carved into the rocks from the 1600's out there!

😇 blorbo

i have SO MANY blorbos but the #1 blorbo remains this guy

👥️ otp

my only otps are the ones where my oc gets to kiss my friend's ocs <3

(but just for sake of the ask, aramis/anne (the musketeers), kevin/gwen (ben 10), Gambit/Rouge (X-men), john/abigail (rdr1/rdr2) and my more delusional ones, joe/candy (bonanza), rooster/hangman (top gun), buck/eddie (911), elliot/hardison/parker (leverage) steve/eddie (stranger things), at the top of my head)

📺 tv show

as per usual, Bonanza (1959-1973).... But mostly because of the immense comfort it has brought me throughout the years. The show has NEVER failed to make me feel better or get me through tough times.

but just for silly mention, atm I'm watching a show called Fastlane (2002) and IM OBSESSED with it. Devastated it only got 1 season cause I could have watched 10 more of that show

✨️ask game✨️

[jenevawashere]

Writers Truth & Dare Ask Game

🎱 ⇢ post your AO3 total stats: how about no

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?  I wanted Wanda Maximoff in the X-men movies. I had a vision for it and I might revisit it someday...

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/6mwovYLQUxzDlP3bR1L5GS?si=baa885e9c42c4fc9

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that? seven. It has become more enjoyably as my writing style has changed. I edit as I go because I write in chunks, then go back and edit when I hit a metaphorical wall.

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis: ok! good luck decoding this shit: 📍🛑🔩👁️🍫

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? none of them are on here that I know of but Q and S. Maybe G depending on who...

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love: I have a whole list. So instead, here's a shit ton of my bookmarks. https://archiveofourown.org/users/FriendofthePhoenix1234/bookmarks

💌 ⇢ how many unread emails do you have right now?  5 in the main

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis: How do you tag on here? Seriously, not a joke I have yet to learn that skill.

🐇 ⇢ do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both? Original or existing characters.

🧃 ⇢ share some personal lore you never posted about before: I'm allergic to watermelon. No idea how the fuck that is possible but it happens.

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? Short answer? Life. Long answer? Also life. And procrastination.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favorite ships or pairings: uhhhhhhhhh NEXT!

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? shit if I know. Just hang out and say hi every once in a while. If we share fandoms, then cool! *shrugs in idk*

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now: finally having a job, a few projects to switch through, and my cat.

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? fic notes. See previous wip related question to try and figure that out

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character: I'm gonna have to come back to this one. Brain overloaded when this question came up

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project? recently? (more on a personal level in terms of weirdness) a bunch of information on science related topics. I was the arts kid in a stem class so you can imagine how weird searching for that stuff is.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on: "Be the kool aid man."

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best? My doctor who fics and literally anyone else that isn't me and has a much better understanding of the whoniverse.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity: there's no advice from me. It happens, sometimes for months on end and it sucks.

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh: Oh boy! We have another list! "Burn it. Burn the jacket." "A fire? At the sea parks?!" "Hamburger (the H is silent in this context)" "Surprise harmonica" and I'm going to stop listing things now...

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work? ANY! Seriously, even if it's a single emoji, please say something. Kudos can only do so much, and that's assuming I count them.

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate: I just spent a good five minutes trying to remember what character I hate. I think I've blocked them out in all honesty.

🥝 ⇢ do you lie a lot? what's the most recent lie you told? I have the memory of a goldfish, you expect me to remember that?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately: I hate Hate HATE gathering basting stitches SO MUCH 

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? Music.

🍅 ⇢ give yourself some constructive criticism on your own writing: what you think is bad, someone else will think is good. What you think is good, someone else will think is bad.

🐚 ⇢ do you like or dislike surprises? depends on a lot of factors here. Need more specifics.

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here: *panics* Have 58 instead! *awkward jazz hands*

Lars had forgotten his keys at work. He had made it all the way to the door before he realized he couldn’t get into his flat - apartment according to Americans. He still called it the “wrong thing,” no matter how many times he was corrected. 

“Of fucking course.” He rolled his eyes as his shoulders slumped in defeat.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username? X-men fan. Jean Grey is a favorite. That's where all the Phoenix stuff in my original username came from. The one on here is a pseudonym.

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them: I ask again. HOW DOES ONE TAG?

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them: Cat and no. You don't deserve picture of my baby floof.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it: ...am I allowed to say a whole book? If yes, then the Scarland Art Book that was literally just announced.

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? Stuff I don't like.