#minxy readers

[minxyone93]

I had a tag list for my fic readers at one time. Please lmk if you'd like to be added. I am working on two fics rn and I just found my old list of ask prompts people have sent me and have more ideas percolating in my brain <3 Hoping to drop the first chapter of a new fic this weekend gawd willin and the creek don't rise

[ramp-it-up]

Paring: Ransom Drysdale x Reader (Minx Drysdale)

Word Count: a little over 1K

Summary: Ransom helps your anxiety.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Mentions of anxiety, nervousness, restless sleep. Soft Ransom, sleepy sex, manual sex, nipple play, overstimulation, squirting, oral sex, p-in-v, a lil' dumbification kink, good girl kink, degradation kink, dirty talk, breeding kink.

A/N: This is for #KinktoberMaybe and may or may not be based on some things that may or may not have happened in real life. Part of the Minx Series.

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"You Up?"

You rolled over and looked Ransom in his sky blue eyes. Maybe you’d dreamt him asking you that. It made you remember the days when he would text you begging to come over at 2 am.

After he’d just left you at midnight.

“Mornin’ Ran.”

Ransom leaned up on his elbow and so he could see you better. You’d been sleeping restlessly, making a 180 degree turn with your head ending up at the foot of the bed.

You'd been ball of anxiety lately, working on the final edits of your book and more than a little nervous about your debut novel, despite the encouragement Ransom and Walter gave you. Ransom had even said it was the most brilliant thing he’d read in a while. That was high praise coming from him.

Caring for an active toddler and trying to make sure that you didn’t neglect Ransom were forefront in your mind as well. You were exhausted from what seemed a million things at once and had fallen into bed late the night before.

“You sure you’re awake?”

He did ask you that. You smiled at your husband and nodded.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

“Good. C’mere. Wanna make you cum.”

Your giggle caught in your throat as you saw he was serious. You just hummed as you moved into his outstretched arms and grabby hands.

“Ran?”

You had no doubt about his desire for you, but this was new.

Ransom pulled down your panties and lifted your tank top up to your chin. He pulled you close and hooked his leg over yours, opening you up to the cool air of the room.

“Been thinking about this all night when you were tossing and turning. You need something to calm you the fuck down.”

You gasped as Ransom moved his fingers into your mouth.

“Be a good fucking girl and get ‘em wet for me, Minx.”

“Hmmmm? Ummmhmmm.”

You nodded as your eyes rolled back into your head. Your anxiety started slipping away as Ransom whispered sweet nasty words in your ear.

“I’m gonna play with this sweet, sloppy cunt until you cum a couple of times in my arms. I’m gonna hold you down and make you take it while I watch that perfect slutty face of yours as you take what I do to you.”

Ransom was already playing with one nipple with the hand that was around you and grasping you close to him; as he withdrew his fingers from your mouth, a trail of saliva filled the path of his fingers down your neck and to the other as he twisted your nipples in tandem. You moaned at the disparate sensations from wet and dry fingers, wiggling in his grasp.

“Look at you. Going dumb all from me playing with you already. Gonna be my sweet little dumb baby girl? I haven’t even started yet. Go dumb all you want. Just be sure not to run away from what I’m about to do.”

You sighed and sank further into his arms, trusting and anticipating the pleasure that was to come.

“Oh!”

Ransom’s hand was at your pussy now, and the quick force of air before his finger came down to slap it was your only warning.

“Ran!”

You arched, pushing your ass into the mattress and your head into his arm as you moved with pleasure. You could feel his hard cock on your hip and the wet spot on his boxers and you reached for it.

Ransom let you have what you wanted, and he kissed your temple.

“Sweet little dumb Minxy for my cock. Go ahead. Play with it. S’not gonna stop me from doing what I want.”

Ransom smoothed his fingers down your clit, collecting the wetness there and pushing all three fingertips inside you sideways as your thumb swiped across his wet, dripping slit.

“Fuck, Ran…,” you whined as he moved and curled his digits just right to reach that sweet spongy spot inside you. Ransom thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“Right… right there, hunh?”

Ransom chuckled into your ear as you opened your legs wider for him. He bit your earlobe as his thumb strummed your clit. Your legs started shaking and you arched into his mouth which was now at your nipple, sucking hard and causing sparks to go off behind your eyelids.

“Ummmhmmmm.”

You started stroking him faster and licking your lips. Ransom was paying rapt attention to all your expressions.

“What’re you thinking about, Minxy? Giving me that neck while I make you cum? Want me to stuff it down your throat?”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull as the thought made you even wetter and Ransom could feel your pussy tremor.

“Yes, please Ran!”

You nodded frantically.

“Not this time, Minx. You always manage to distract me with that and you run away from your orgasm. This time you’re gonna get what you deserve.”

“Nooo…”

This time you shook your head as Ransom carefully watched your face. He could read you like a book and he pulled you even closer by pulling his arm around your throat. He pulled your legs even further apart as he concentrated on circling your clit as he controlled your air.

You grasped at his arm because you felt what was coming, and it was going to be big. Ransom eased up on your windpipe as you arched into the bed again, your body stiffening as you neared the top of the rollercoaster of pleasure. His mouth drew nearer to your ear as you signaled how close you were.

"Give it to me, Minx."

That gravelly bass was all you needed.

“Uh.. ah. OHHHFFUUUUCCCKKK!”

You became a bucking bronco and Ransom's strong arms and leg held you captive to feeling all of the pleasure. Your mind blanked as Ransom relentlessly thumbed your clit.

You couldn't breathe, but you managed a weak, “S-t-tooo much…”

“You can take it. You’re a strong girl. A real good girl Minx. You made me fall for you. You carried Golden. You can do anything. My good, sweet girl.”

You began to feel another orgasm building as Ransom continued. You felt the pressure building again and had to get away, trying to grab his hand in vain.

Ransom’s muscles rippled as his arm stayed right where it was. He palmed the back of your head and tilted your head.

“Look at that. I want you to see what I’m doing to you. What your body is going to do for me…”

He groaned as he felt your pussy spasm when you watched his fingers moving on you.

“Ransom!”

You squealed as you watched yourself squirt all over him. He must have been magic because you thought you saw his hand as it moved even faster between your legs.

“Ahhh. Yes. Yea ha ha yesss! Give me that shit.”

You were sobbing now as Ransom let you go, climbing down your body to put his mouth on you.

You jumped as he licked and sucked your slopping wet slit and smiled at your bliss. You were alternating between tears and laughter as you saw his delighted face.

You tugged his hair gently as he playfully kissed your sodden, pulsing pussy and smiled up at you.

“There now. Don’t you feel relaxed?”

You laughed at your husband.

“I hate you Ransom.”

Random placed another kiss on your pussy as he climbed back up beside you.

“I love you too, Minx.”

You were boneless, floating in space as you looked at your tousle-haired rake of a spouse. You ascertained that he was fully naked and still hard against your thigh even though you were floaty and your eyes were half closed.

“There’s just one more thing Ran...”

“What’s that Minx?”

Ransom's eyes were dark as you pulled him to you. He couldn’t resist slotting himself between your thighs as he stared at your fucked-out face.He leaned down and gave a taste of his you-flavored lips as he slid his thick hard cock inside you and moaned.

“Fuck me back to sleep Ran. Need more rest.”

Ransom rocked deep inside you, sucking and marking up your neck as his hand slid down your body. You relished his girth and the feel of every bump and ridge of him as he started stroking inside you, making your insides light up like the early morning sky.

“Whatever you need, Minx…but you’ve got to give me one more. Around my cock, like the good little girl you are…”

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If you like it and you know it, hit reblog! 👏🏽👏🏽

[peach-the-owl]

*Emerges from the depths of the void, drops post* See ya in another few months… maybe… *Crawls back into the void*

Cuddles 2.0

Vox Machina & Child!Reader (Kids Machina)

Pike

You could be a nervous bean more often than you’d like to admit, you loved cuddles but never know when to ask for some. Luckily Pike knows how to read your body language and is more than happy to offer cuddles with you when things aren’t crazy. With time you get braver at asking yourself but it’s always good to know that Pike can always tell when you need one.

Pike’s skill to read your emotions works effectively well on those days where you feel down and lonely, especially when you two are away from the rest of the group to fulfil your duties to Sarenrae. Pike will start by asking if you’re okay, try as you might sometime you just can’t lie to her and she’ll warmly offer to cuddle with you until you feel better.

Keyleth

Cuddles with Keyleth are the best especially when she can wild shape herself into different animals you can snuggle against. You especially love cuddling against her Minxie form, feeling the soft fur under you as you snuggle up to her while she curls around you protectively.

While Keyleth has had her own share of down days, she can’t stand to see the downtrodden look on your face when your mood is low. She’ll scoop you up and hold you close, telling you stories or even singing to an old lullaby she remembers her mother singing to her when she was little. You relax into her after a while as you listen to her and she can’t help feel some pride at how much you trust and depend on her.

Vex

You liked cuddles but didn’t always show it seeing as Vex wasn’t always one for cuddling, thankfully Trinket was. The bear always happy and willing to give you snuggles when Vex was busy. Sometimes while you’re cuddling Trinket, Vex will sneak in and join in, making the cuddle pile extra special.

On days where your condition strongly affects you and you’re feeling useless, Vex will be there to reassure you and hold you in her embrace for as long as you need, telling you over and over that you’re not useless and that she’s happy you’re here with her. Her reassuring words to you always help lift your spirits more and make the bad days more bearable.

Vax

Vax likes his time alone, you understand this, you like your alone time too, but sharing some cuddles every now and again is always nice. The only few times you’ve interrupted his alone time for snuggles are the times he’s in an extra standoffish and distant mood, wanting to lift his mood, it always works or at least helps him feel better.

When you’re the one in a down and distant mood Vax will give you some space at first, give you time to come to him. You eventually do but don’t say anything, letting him talk to you, not about what the issue is, no he won’t push you for that, he’ll sit with you and talk about what he did or how he outwitted Grog in their latest “game”. Slowly but surely making you feel better, while he feels a sense of pride for perking you up again.

Grog

You’re a small, fragile child who likes sharing hugs, he’s a large, powerful goliath who could snap you like a twig if he’s not careful. Thankfully, for both of you, Gorg’s had lots of practice with handling smaller beings

Grog can have a hard time understanding feelings. Especially when you get stubborn and say you’re fine, he accepts that answer until one of the others tells him that you’re 100% not fine. He’s confused, you said you were fine but you were lying? Why would you do that? He doesn’t know exactly what to do so he’ll just scoop you up and keep you close to him until you’re actually feeling better.

Percy

Percy isn’t a touchy feely man always busy, always tinkering. Being his apprentice you get to stay close to him so you could deal with not getting cuddles or hugs. Occasionally when a project of your own goes well and tests successfully he’ll proudly ruffle your hair, it wasn’t much but you’ll take what you can get.

Some days you just don’t feel motivated or worthy of being Percy’s apprentice. When he notices, and he will notice, you’re not in the workshop with him he will drop everything to find you. When he locates where you’re hiding he’ll just talk to help you get your mind off of your troubles and doubts because he knows better then anyone that you are worthy and he couldn’t have asked for a better apprentice.

Scanlan

He’s tried not to get close to you, didn’t want to give the wrong message to whoever he’s flirting with but after that time you called him dad he’s become more open to it, if only a little bit. Scanlan hadn’t realized just how much he’d enjoy something as simple as a hug, sure he’s spent the night with many women, but that pales in comparison to the genuine parental connection he felt when you’d hug him.

When you’d feel sad or upset about something he’s there to cheer you up, with a joke, story or song, anything to see your cheery face again. To the rest of the team’s shock he’s even brushed off ladies who openly tried flirting with him because he saw your watery eyes and pouting expression.

[ellecdc]

All ships would work for Fox animangus reader but I fear that Bartylus and Moonwaterkiller work the best

SEE for moonwaterkiller, I wrote reader being a mink (she just seemed...like a minx to me hahaha, it was fitting), that way, the guys could fit her in their hoodie pocket, and I had Barty as a bird of prey, so he could lift her/carry her while flying hahaha - but I've only ever written moonwaterkiller with a feisty/minxy reader so that's probably why

I feel like a fox works SO well with the marauders (minus Peter). still in the canine genus but would blend in well with the likes of a stag <3

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

Ok ok- gn!reader, who skates with Bam, doing a skate stunt and breaking a bone or just getting really hurt. Johnnys/Bam’s/Steve-O’s reaction to it. Some literal hurt/comfort head-canons (?) <3

Head Trip

After a bad spill on the vert ramp, Y/N gets a visit in the hospital from their favorite idiots.

Gn!Reader

1.1k Words

(Fluff, Hurt/Comfort)

Warnings: Whump, suggestive content, crude language, drinking, concussions

An: Thank you for the request!! I had so many ideas for this one it kinda evolved into a fic of its own! XD I hope you don’t mind!

Your brain felt like it was full of cobwebs as you groggily blinked your eyes open. Half awake, you winced at the bright white overhead lights. It took a few minutes to realize that you weren’t still in Bam’s backyard skating and instead were sitting in some hospital bed. The thin sheets did nothing to the chill caused by the cold, medical air that made you shiver on the hard surface. Everything around you was so still, save for the beeping of various medical devices in neighboring rooms. Breaking the silence, the door opened and some lady in scrubs came in. Her lips moved, but your brain processed nothing.

A few moments later, you heard a commotion from outside the door. “Y/N!” Your ears perked up as a familiar voice called you, recognizing it as Knoxville, speaking through snickers with an audible grin, “Your, uh, your nurse is here to see you now!”

Tottering in on a pair of cherry red high heels, in came Pontius with a clipboard, wearing one of those minxy little nurse outfits. You couldn’t help yourself from grinning as he spoke in a falsetto, moving to stand at the side of your bed, “Okay, Y/N- is it? I’ve got you written down for…”

Before you could respond to your nurse, another person entered the room- a man in scrubs, wearing a tie back and surgical mask that obscured a majority of his face as you tried to focus on him, squinting. “Nurse?” He rasped, glancing over at Pontius with a serious expression, “Everything ready?” He nodded, and the scrub clad stranger pulled back one of his blue nitrile gloves, dramatically snapping it. “Alright! Then let’s get on with this vasectomy!“

You could hear him start to crack up as he neared the end of his sentence, his eyes squinting up as he leaned against a counter, pulling down his mask.

“Steve!” He grinned that boyish smile at you as you mentally slapped yourself for not getting it sooner. Maybe that head injury really was taking a toll on you. “Oh my god! Where- where did you get those scrubs?” He laughed, eyes glinting, “Don’t ask.”

Peeking around the door, you had no trouble identifying the owner of the Philly-trash accent as he strolled in like he owned the place, still wearing the same clothes he wore when you were skating, “Wow. Y’look like shit.” As if the tiny hospital room wasn't full enough, he crowded in next to you, “Yeah, thanks Bam- I feel like shit.” He gestured to you to scooch over in the stiff bed as he parked himself right next to you, pulling back the covers and laying down. Your head throbbed, but you still had enough strength to jab at him, “What are you doing?”

“M’tired.” There was your ole skate buddy Bam, practically snuggling with you in a hospital bed. Eh, you two had been closer in weirder places. You leaned over to whisper to him, “Did you get that on video? You know, the-“ “That spill off the vert ramp?” He grinned, fiddling with the camcorder in his pocket under the sheets, “Of course, man! Check this out.” He flipped it open, pressing a few buttons before the video started rolling. “Dunn told me to trash it, but it’s sick.”

The whole time you watched, you hardly noticed when Johnny slank in the open door, sitting in one of the uncomfortable metal bedside chairs. He started to pick at your untouched, hospital-provided lunch- you caught him about halfway into your pudding cup.

“Knoxville!” You scolded him like a dog that peed on the carpet. “What?” He shrugged, not seeing anything wrong with it, his mouth full of chocolate, “You weren't ‘eatin it.” Bam leaned over, snatching it from him. You would’ve thanked him- if he didn’t start eating it himself. His eyes flicked up from the pudding as he wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb, licking it off.

“Hey! The party’s here!” You could make out the rough outline of the blonde as he strolled in, handing something heavy over to Johnny. “Dunn, this isn’t a party- and you can’t bring beer in a hospital!” He whispered, still holding the 6 pack on his lap. “Why not?” Your eyes focused just enough to make out the Miller High Life logo on the side of the box. You moved your head to get a better look around Bam (who was still eating the pudding), but the room spun with you. Your head dropped as you winced, squeezing your eyes shut and almost choking on your words, “You- you got beers…?”

“No, no- who said anything about beer?” Johnny chuckled, sitting up and hiding the 6 pack behind the chair, mouthing something about the parking lot to Steve from across the room before setting back into his seat, his legs sticking out awkwardly due to his height. “We just wanted to come by, check on how you’re ‘doin!” You cracked a pained smile as he looked at you over his glasses with a sympathetic look, “Well, that’s very sweet of you guys.”

“Okay, out! Shoo shoo!” Pontius spoke up, making a little shooing gesture with his hands, “It’s time for Y/N’s sponge bath~!” Before anyone could move, the door slid open and all heads whipped around to your actual nurse, staring in confusion at the scene in front of her. She made eye contact with Chris, “Who are you? Do you work here?” His eyes widened, still smiling, “I think I should go.” She rubbed her temples, sighing exasperatedly, “I think you should all go! Why are you even here- they’re getting released this afternoon!”

And a few hours later, some nervous nursing student wheeled you out to the parking lot. The wheels of the rickety chair bumped over the cracks in the sidewalk as she stopped at the curb, quietly apologizing for something you couldn’t make out. A white blur skidded out maybe two feet from you, the doors of the van flying open. “Hey, dude!” Steve spoke over the blaring music- some cock rock band. He leaned out one side, holding a bottle, “We saved a beer for you!” The poor lady didn’t know what to say as four of the men inside ran outside to you like a NASCAR pit crew. “I-im not so sure you should be-“

Before you could get in anything edgewise, you had two hands under your arms and two under your knees, the blue flowered paper gown you were dressed in crinkling as they hoisted you up and into the van. “We’re gonna get burgers on the way back! You want some?” Bam piped up as you were seated, crawling over you to get in the seat next to you. The nurse went to say something else, but before she could- slam! Knoxville shut the door and you peeled off out of the parking lot.

[venus-haze]

Writer Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @frstcorinthians🖤

Just a "proceed with caution" on the fics I've linked on this list. Plenty of detailed warnings!

How many works do you have on AO3? 42

What's your total AO3 word count? 178k

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

3 out of 5 are Homelander fics🤭

My Destruction Is an Hour Late (my first Homelander fic🥲)

She's Out To Please, She Pouts Her Best (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Bruised Fruit (Michael Corleone x OC, an honor that it’s even on this list)

Got No Reason To Run (Homelander x Reader)

Baby Let's Play House (Homelander x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always! I appreciate every single one so much!

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Definitely Sinnerman, I need to write more for Midnight Mass. There's so much potential there.

What’s the fic you've written with the happiest ending? I think Eat Your Heart Out...

Do you write crossovers? No, I haven't.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? No, which is shocking considering what I write about.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The kind that usually requires a lot of trigger warnings.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, I couldn't with my schedule.

What's your all-time favorite ship? I absolutely love the way Minxie @cherubgore writes Vincent/Paige! Rarepair forever🖤

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? None I can think of. I mostly write standalone fics, and I know I'm gonna finish Bruised Fruit at some point. Usually my WIPs change over time so they might not look the same as when I started, but they end up getting posted eventually.

What are your writing strengths? I don't know…I've been told I'm good at bringing the reader into a fic, so I guess building settings and scenes, which makes sense considering I write mostly readerfics and the immersion aspect is the backbone of that.

What are your writing weaknesses? My writing is more straightforward and doesn't use a lot of poetic style, which is something I wish I were better at. I don't think I write individual sentences that "wow" a reader, you know?

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I do not trust Google Translate and will not walk around with egg on my face. I just use italics to indicate speaking in another language, on the off occasion that's included in my fics. Or like with Bruised Fruit, Gloria doesn't speak Italian, so part of portraying that involves her asking people what they said and hoping they're telling the truth or trying to figure out based on her interpretation of their tone and body language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? The Outsiders! I was so upset about the ending that I wrote many fics on Quizilla where Johnny and Dally lived.

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? I'd like to write something for Justified, but I need to rewatch again.

What's your favorite fic you've written? That's so tough...maybe Howl.

No pressure tags: @cherubgore @zaras-really-dreamless @shoshiwrites @blurredcolour @blindmagdalena @sehtoast @flaggermuser @zepskies (please make a new post, don't reblog)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Resistance II

A Dystopian AU. Please don’t ask how much there’s gonna be. I’m not sure. But I might add more characters/readers if there’s interest.

Warnings: Violence, dark elements, tags to be added as we progress, tags will not be exhaustive so be wary.

Summary: A part of the underground, you fall into the hands of the authority you seek to derail.

Character: Bucky Barnes

Note: I always love feedback in any form so don’t be shy. Thank you for reading and for all your support. 💗

Inspired by the LEWK.

Your head pounds with the thumping against the side of the truck. Your breath puffs a cloud into the cold air of the compartment, the chatter in your teeth rattling down your spine. Now the wheels have stilled, you can get your feet under you, using the wall to push yourself up.

You’re sore and dizzy from the violent turns, not stupid enough to presume they were unintentional. Each veer sent you rolling or flying across the cramped space, clattering into the side violently. You stand straight and face the doors, the long bar grinding from without as you watch, bracing yourself.

You ball your hands in the cuffs behind you, ready to fling a foot out in defense. As the doors swing out, there’s an odd pop and a weight crashes into your chest, knocking you onto your back so the wind drains from you. You cough and wheeze again, that same dull struggle from the alley fills your bones.

You roll onto your side and heave. You stare at the beanbag as you feel the bruise rising to the surface already. Heavy footsteps hop up and you’re hauled off the floor. The man in the blue uniform of the Triarch drags you out and you stagger onto the ground, hitting your knees as you struggle to get a full breath.

“Shit, that looked like it hurt, minxy,” Bucky’s voice grates in your ringing ears, “I wish I could say it’s the worst you’re gonna deal with but… I’m anything but a liar.”

You scoff and spit on the pavement, the towers of the compound looming in your peripherals as the iron gate grinds shut noisily behind the consul. You narrow your eyes on him as he comes into focus. You have no illusions about what comes next. You’ve seen the bodies hung from the walls, the heads planted on spikes along the main ways.

“Fucker,” you cough.

You’re flung back again as his tread hits your chest. You groan as you land on your hands, crushing your fingers painfully. You sneer and hiss through your teeth. Cardinal was lucky, a quick end. No interrogation, no humiliation.

This was always a possibility. Always the likely end. Still, the doom swallows you up and drains you of your will. You have to move forward, keep moving until it’s over. Don’t let them see your fear.

Bucky bends over you, staring you in the face as he grabs your chin with his large hands, the leather glove cold against your skin. He makes you look at him, the silver hairs along his beard catching the grey morning light as the dimples in his cheeks deepen with amusement. He smirks and gives your face a tap.

“I like you already,” he says, “you got that quiet sort of fuck you energy.”

He latches onto the front of your jacket and pulls you up with him, putting you on your feet with a startling force. You wobble as he steadies you. His hands linger and he jerks you closer.

“You’re gonna be a fun one, I feel it,” he dusts off your shoulders, “I mean, I’ve been through the ringer a few times but they’re usually bawling by now. Or snarling and snapping like a rabid dog.”

You watch him, fighting to keep your composure. You hover between those two extremes, ready to fracture but the fear only seems to numb you. In that odd way where you’re watching yourself from the outside. 

“I like to get them going, you know, ease you into the nasty bit, but for a gal like you, well, we need to make a grand entrance,” he lets his eyes wander down, “it’s too bad, Lynx, you could’ve had a good life on the right side. Champagne and chiffon, instead of…” he pauses and rubs your dirty collar between his fingers, “swamp water and wool. Ugh.”

“I wouldn’t waste your time,” you rasp, “put me on the wall.”

“Shhhhh,” he pushes his finger to your lips, “don’t ruin the moment, minxy.”

He slides his finger down your chin and tilts your head up. He turns you, taking in your features as he gives a thoughtful hum.

“You got nice teeth, I won’t start with those, how about that?” He pets your cheek, “I like a pretty face around. And those eyes, eyes made for tears. Oh, I can see them now, gleaming for me.”

You curl your lip and he tuts as he retracts his hand. He lifts it before you, pulling off his glove inch by inch. He reveals the dark metal digits and stretches them wide. He turns his hand, showing it off.

“What do you ya think? Hm? You feelin’ talkative yet?” He taunts. “I think it could wipe that shitty fucking look off your face.” He presses his palm to your cheek and you lean away from it, “a girl like you should smile. Come on and give me a smile there, minxy.”

You seal your lip and bite down. His eyes search yours and he sighs. He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. He drops his hand as the humor disappears from his face.

“Here’s your first lesson,” his voice grits in his throat, “I don’t fucking ask for nothing. I say it, and it happens.”

The impact of his metal hand across your jaw sends you stumbling. You fall onto your ass, barely keeping your head from meeting the tarmac. Your eyes nearly roll back from the sheer force and your skull thrums as your vision blurs.

He’s on you quickly, bending over you as he frames your skull in his hands, his breath warm as it fans over your trembling lip, “smile, minxy…” he purrs, “I know it’s been a while but you remember manners, don’t you?”

You taste iron and lick your bloody teeth, swallowing the mouthful of metallic spit. You clear your throat and slowly curve your lips, the split in the lower one leaking hotly. Your cheeks twitch as you fight to hold the manufactured expression.

“Good girl,” he lifts you to your feet again and claps your shoulder, “you can’t meet my friends with a scowl. They aren’t as tolerant as me.”

[demigoddessqueens]

Hello! First I just want to mention that I love your post about VM, Castlevania, etc.. and you're reblogs of runway shows (I'm working to be a designer myself and they give me so much inspiration because of you!) and could I request on How would the VM crew react if they had a full proof plan to save the reader from being kidnapped and when they are about to start the plan all of the sudden they here, "uhm what are you guys doing?" next to them and all of the sudden they turn to see the reader escaped themselves.

Aww 🥰 🥹 I hope you achieve your goal in fashion design and wish you all the best of luck!

Also, this request is funny, Like it’s a whole “we were worried!!”, “why? I got free?!”

Percy

He’s the worst one of the group who is sick with worry over you! Going over the plan repeatedly through gritted teeth, his patience wears as he’s interrupted every other sentence until he finally snaps. “Percy…”, “wHaT??!”. Only he turns to find everyone else with a type of 😑 expression and you free from your binds.

Grog

Mad and wants to rage against whoever or whatever has captured you! Saying out loud what he’s going to do as an attack, he still feels Pike pulling at his tunic to get attention. “Not now Pikey, I’m trying to rescue ‘em!��� “No, ugh Grog turn around!” He sees you waving casually at him with a smug grin.

Pike

If she could, a summon from Sarenrae could wipe those assholes out but she’ll never take the chance of potentially hurting you. Lost in her thoughts, Pike feels Grog pick her up by her shoulders and turn her around to see you standing there free but some of the rope burns still there.

Vex’ahlia

Third most worried of the group! Fiercely calling out orders with a tinge of worry in her voice, she’s prepping her now from the Echo Tree. Percy and Vax try to get her attention before she sharply snaps back! “What is so damned imp—?”, and behold there you are with a sheepish grin.

Keyleth

A bundle of nerves and anger, and is about to morph into Minxie form. This is the maddest most have seen her, so they try to not rule up even more as you make your way over. Rather instead, she hears you call out to her as she sees you safe and free. Anger subsiding, Keyleth just wraps you into the tightest hug.

Vax’ildan

Second most worried of the group!! He’s mad, anxious, frustrated, all the feelings! Armed with a Vestige and his weapons, he could make quick work of these thugs and carry you away. Just as he’s about to rescue you, Vex alerts him to turn around. There you are with a shy “hello sweetie” as he feels relief.

Scanlan

He’s worried as hell, but also extremely frustrated. Who the hell do these jerks think they are kidnapping you like this? Of course he just wants to charge in, magic blazing, but that grand scheme evaporates when Pike and Grog turn him around to see you. He wastes no time to jump into his arms but not before a “aww!! Now how can I make a cool song about this??”. “Good to see you too, Scanbo.”

[quill-pen]

Scrooge Fanfiction Masterlist

One-shots (Start off as ScroogeXReader then changes to ScroogeXOC as the insert became hr own characters but the idea remains the same)

~Blessing SFW: Scrooge reassures his reader!wife of his love and adoration for her.

A Christmas Confession pt. 1 SFW: On their first Christmas as a married couple, Scrooge and Reader host a Christmas party and put the children to bed with dreams of Santa and sugarplums dancing through their heads.

A Christmas Confession pt. 2 SFW: Still on their first Christmas as a married couple, Reader finally comes to clean to Ebenezer about her feelings for him, despite how she fears his rejection. His response is incredible.

~Not Over Quickly NSFW: While sharing a passionate night with wife!reader, Ebenezer makes something happen that's never happened before.

Making TikToks with Ebenezer pt.? SFW: Modern AU--Ebenezer suggests making a TikTok with you and surprises you with what the subject is.

~Sexy, unnamed fic inspired by prompt 1 NSFW: A snuggly, bookish evening turns a little steamy because Bess just can't keep her hands off her handsome hubby.

Custard, Strawberries, and April Fools prompt inspired 2 SFW: Just a lovely spring picnic between a loving and sweet couple.

~Welcomes Home prompt inspired 3 SFW: Ebenezer returns home to find Bess away. Yet even in her absence, she manages to welcome him home.

Cute, untitled fic inspired by prompt 4 SFW: A sugary sweet moment between our OTP.

~Just so Punny NSFW: Scrooge really does not appreciate puns.

A Good Cowgirl NSFW: Bess is a very good cowgirl--just ask Ebenezer.

~Like George SFW: Some insight into Bess' relationships with some of the main men in her life.

Toddie vs. Ebeness NSFW-ish: Just a comparison of two of my favorite ships in my Scroogeverse.

~She-Wolf NSFW: Just a little passionate doggy-style between our wolfish soulmates.

A Good Man SFW: Ebenezer Scrooge is a good man; Bess just wishes he could see it as easily as she can.

~Somewhere Out There SFW: Bess goes through a rough break-up with her fiancé.

The Queen's Protector NSFW: Bess receives some unwanted attention from another man and Ebenezer comes to her aid.

~Storm Shelter SFW: Bess goes into a spiral after a suffering flashback from her childhood.

Fear the Big Bad Wolf SFW: Ebenezer comforts Bess and makes promises to her after she reveals threatening information.

~In Your Corner SFW: Bess has a rough morning and Ebenezer comforts her.

~Boss (continuation of 'In Your Corner') SFW: Bess finally lays down the law with her housekeeper.

A Father's Regret SFW: Jacob Marley pays another ghostly visit.

~Domesticity SFW: Bess finally makes Scrooge Manor her home.

Deep NSFW: Those hands are magical.

~ Bess SFW: A sorry attempt at poetry based on the moment Ebenezer meets Bess for the first time.

Forever SFW: A comparison of Bess' and Ebenezer's wedding and Bea's and Jacob's wedding. From both the women's and men's perspectives.

~Powder Room NSFW-ish: A short little drabble/thot about our minxy otp.😉

A Good Day to Die NSFW: Another short drabble about some spicy office lovin'.

~A Quiet Evening SFW: In the Sims Scrooge timeline, Bess and Ebenezar--also known as Wolf--share a romantic evening together.

The Wolf & The Moon SFW: Another sorry attempt at poetry.😬

~Tattoo SFW: A little ficlet about a conversation between modern!Bess and Ebenezer concerning scars and tattoos.

Goosebumps SFW: A little poem-ish drabble about our dear former miser through the eyes of his beloved wife.

~Red NSFW: A small drabble centering around a pair of lingerie and the color red. Featuring our beloved wolf-motifed couple.

Pearls SFW: Ethel Cratchit never liked pearls. But she still wanted them because of what they'd come to symbolize for her.

~Blue Moon SFW: Blue moons should be blue. And come in pairs.

Angel SFW: A poem by our favorite former miser as he slowly realizes his love for a freckle-faced, blue-eyed, black-haired American.

~My Bess NSFW: A steamy moment of passion between our favorite pair.

Meet the Scrooges pt. 1 SFW: In the Sims 4 Scroogeverse, Ebenezar--a.k.a. Wolf--finally takes his new wife, Bess, to meet her in-laws.

~ That's Why They're 'The Wolves' NSFW: A little thot set in the Timeless Scroogeverse concerning why our favorite couple are called "The Wolves".

Jealousy SFW (but littered with crude language and overall toxicity): Bess gets engaged. She is thrilled. Oliver and Abigail are not.

~My Big Sister by Millicent Sullivan-Scrooge SFW: A draft of a report Millie writes and reads in one of my fics.

The Declaration SFW: In the DND Scroogeverse, ex-warrior-priestess Bess puts herself between the werewolf she loves and those who would threaten him.

~Draped in Moonbeams NSFW: Ebenezer comes home to a rather lovely surprise awaiting him in the master bedroom.

Timeless Firsts with the Girls: Kisses--Addie SFW: In the Timeless Scroogeverse, Addie tells the girls her experience of being kissed by Tom Jenkins for the first time

~The Milkmaid Dress NSFW: In a modern Scroogeverse, Bess buys a dress and her beloved hubby takes it upon himself to leave a review.

A Red Sunrise: A Timeless Scroogeverse Tale SFW (unless you're squeamish about blood and menstrual issues): On Bess first official weekend staying over at her beau's, she has an unexpected visit from Aunt Flo.

[iwantutobehapppier]

Oh Jesus this is good! Too good! His attitude, the girl rushing off, that snap back about Steve. Then his retaliation??!!!

Between you and @sapphirescrolls I am gaining a rather unhealthy obsession with Bucky Nasty.

I want him to use drum sticks on me inappropriately and fuck me while high on coke.

Slick Sticks

Add On Drabble Game: 

a/n: The below drabble is based on @sapphirescrolls drummer!Bucky:🥁🥁  Buck Nasty 

Pairings: toxic/dark rockstar Bucky x toxic Reader Warning: 18+, mutual cheating, manhandling, misuse of drumsticks Word Count: under 500

You were never a delicate person, impulsive and mouthy were your foundational characteristics. So your boyfriend, Buck Nasty, shouldn’t have been surprised that you’d fight back when seeing him zip up his fly when leaving the music studio’s bathroom with Sam’s current bedwarmer.

“You fucking whore!” you venomously spat down the gold record-ladened hallway.

“Hey!” Wilson’s flavor of the week cried in defense.

“Not you,” your eyes never leaving that shirtless asshole with the gold tooth smirk. “You.” 

Before he could bother to regurgitate an excuse, you charged down the hallway and threw a set of drumsticks at him.  

Keep reading

[minxyone93]

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[navybrat817]

Navy!!! You minxy menace 😏 I can’t get florist Bucky out of my head now! I just want to steal all his shirts because they’d smell woodsy but also a little floral and I 🥴🥴🥴

AHH! I love this so much.

Fragrance

Pairing: Beefy Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Word Count: Almost 650 Warnings: A bit of explicit sexual content, some fluff, some feels, beefy florist!Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: I had no intentions to work on anything, but between a photo @thewinnersoldier shared, a comment from @sidepartskinnyjeans and this sweet idea from you, @drabblewithfrannybarnes (thank you), I had to do something for our favorite florist to end 2021. Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Please reblog or comment if you feel inclined!

One of Bucky’s favorite things in the world is to see you wear his clothes.

The first time he saw you in one of his button downs, he had to refrain from throwing you to the floor and fucking you senseless.

He was still a gentleman at heart. That’s why he put a pillow under you before he took you apart, your cries echoing off the walls as drove into you like a man possessed. 

In a way, he was. There’s a feeling of gentle possessiveness when he sees you wrapped up in his shirts, as if he’s touching you even when his hands aren’t on you.

And he noticed immediately when you began to steal them.

“I’m cold,” you told him at first when he raised an eyebrow at you.

“The heater’s on and that’s the third shirt this week that you’ve taken,” he replied as you bit your lip, making him lick his own. “Are you trying to drive me crazy again?”

He wondered if he said something wrong when you looked away. He was only teasing, and he loved seeing them on you.

“I like how they smell,” you admitted after a moment, glancing back at him with a small smile when he didn’t say anything. “It’s a mix of that woodsy cologne that I love and your shop. It’s comforting to me, even when I don’t need to be comforted, and I just feel like I’m yours.”

He stared at you, his throat dry at the fondness in your voice. That someone valued a part of him so much that they needed it close to them made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

And he was because you were his. 

“It’s silly,” you brushed off when he still said nothing, your hands moving to remove it. “You can have it back.”

Oh, no you don’t, Petal.

He took your wrists to stop you, your lips parting as he moved in close. “Leave it on.”

It was the only thing you had on when he had you in his lap minutes later, watching with a heated gaze as you took your time riding him.

He couldn’t stop himself from pushing the shirt open, taking a nipple into his waiting mouth as you pulled his hair.

“Bucky, fuck,” you whined, arching your back as his tongue toyed with the hardened bud.

“That’s it, Petal,” he urged as he kneaded your other breast, making sure to pay special attention to each. “Take me. Just like that. Should wear my shirts all the time. Fuck, you look beautiful when you’re mine.”

You whimpered, his words always spurning you on. The sense of pride went straight to his cock as your wet heat kept him where he belonged.

“Should use this shirt to clean up the mess you make. Make it smell like you, too.”

And as tempting as it was to use his shirt when you finished, he used his tongue.

He loved your taste as much as you loved his scent. Maybe more.

So, when you bought him a soft, oversized hoodie a few days later to wear to work, he was confused only for a moment.

“Petal, this isn’t really the kind of shirt I wear…” he trailed off when he saw the fond look in your eyes again, remembering how much it comforted you to have the smell of him on you. And he would do anything to keep that look there. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”

Bucky wore the hoodie for the next two days, making sure he worked with your favorite flowers. Even when the orders didn’t call for them.

You were asleep when he draped it over you. He wanted it to be the first thing you smelled and felt when you woke up.

And if he was lucky, you’d let him have a taste of his favorite petals while you wore it.

***** More for our beautiful florist to come in 2022. Love and thanks!

[sir-phillip-crane]

Hi there Neo

I wanted to put in a request for the LOVM ladies and Cassandra x reader. As seperate head canons please.

I went though your prompt list and really liked these two. •dropping kisses on their forehead, cheeks and hands casually

•hugging them from behind

Just general fluffy domestic head canons with my favorite ladies.

Thanks so much ❤️

hey darling!! sorry this took me so long, rough couple days!! But hopefully, I'm back on!! requests are open, darlings!!

reblogs > likes

Vex’ahlia • Vex had never anticipated falling in love with you, but as it happened, as she realized her feelings… she wasn’t mad about it. Vax absolutely teased her to no end about her crush, but at the end of the day, he was just happy that Vex found someone else who loved her as much as he did. • You’re her partner; she absolutely adores you. • She’s probably one of the least shy of VM; she confessed her feelings a little while after she told Vax about them. It was over a nice dinner where she spared no expense. You want the fancy ass dessert? Let’s share it. • Her shows of affection started basically right after she confessed. Grabbing your hands while traveling to press kisses to your knuckles. Arms around your waist as you fix a meal for VM. Sweet whispered nothings that would make most of the party gag if they heard (and prompt a sex joke or two from Scanlan). • The room arrangements change pretty quickly; Vax now bunking with Scanlan and Keyleth and you and Vex in the same bed. • She’s always been a wake up first kinda gal, her and Vax trying to ‘beat’ each other to waking up. If you’re like her and she happens to wake up first, she’ll pepper your face and neck with kisses until you wake up. If you hate every single thing in the morning and would probably kill someone who woke you up, she’ll lay in bed, spooning you from behind with her head in the nape of your neck. • Whenever she gets the chance around the keep, she’ll kiss any part of you she can – forehead, cheek, shoulder, so on. • She absolutely adores you and makes it clear through her words and actions often.

Keyleth • She’s incredibly shy about her feelings at first. There’s so much VM has to do and so much on her shoulders. She’s supposed to complete her Aramente and lead the Ashari and- • But then there’s you. And you’re sweet and charming and she felt she shouldn’t be worried at all about feelings and such but she is. • Do you like her back?? Does she actually like you or does she like the attention?? • It isn’t too long before Keyleth realizes that, nope, she has a lot of feelings for you. They’re legitimate and she can’t ignore them. • She’ll end up with some advice from Scanlan about wooing someone. And sweet, innocent girl she is – she definitely won’t follow it. It’s horny and weird and she’s not that. • Instead, she druid crafts you a bouquet of flowers in your favorite color. (red; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/344384702768635616/ . Orange; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/70439181664602593/ . Green; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/903886587686860156/ . Blue; https://www.pinterest.com/pin/155303887491657834/ . Purple; https://budget-bride.com/products/mila-collection-2017228-20-280?variant=42995462242537&F66=Just+Like+The+Picture .) • She’ll try to woo you as much as she possibly can – flowers, notes, just about anything she can in hopes of making sure you like her back. • After she finally realizes that you do like her back, every day is spent as close to you as possible. She absolutely adores snuggling whenever she can, holding hands while traveling, curling up besides you as Minxie when she’s decided she just doesn’t have the social energy. • She loves to kiss the inside of your wrist when she gets the chance, because that also leads to you holding her face and nuzzling. • All in all, she’s not too strong, but still wraps her arms around your waist and tries to pick you up – usually doesn’t work. That is, unless she gets teased by some of the other party and will use some vines to pick you up.

Pike • Pike was always a sweetheart to you, more so than she was to everybody else. • She’s pretty straightforward about her feelings. It takes her a little while to fully come to terms – she talks to Grog and Serenae about it and gets some advice that she decides probably isn’t the best approach. • It’s quick that she establishes her relationship with you, both verbally and symbolically. She’ll tell anybody she sees eyeing you “I know – isn’t my partner just stunning?” then plant a kiss on your hand and tug you away, smiling just a bitttt smugly. • She’s a bit too short to hug you from behind without putting her head in the small of your back or, if you’re taller, on your ass – so she tries not to do that. • With that said, if you’re sitting in in the cart while traveling or around the keep, she’ll sit behind you and wrap her arms around you and rest her chin on your shoulder, asking what you’re doing and if you want company. • She’ll always always always kiss your hands whenever she gets the chance, it’s a lot easier than trying to reach your face. • However! She’s Pike! She’s gonna get there if she wants to. • And she’ll do that however she has to, most often, climbing on furniture or the other members of VM to get to your face. • When she goes, she presses her nose to yours and grins, softly greeting you with a “hi, baby.” • Often, Vex or Percy will tell her to ‘stop standing on the damn table, that’s where we eat!’ so she does so by wrapping her arms around your neck and saying in the sweetest voice she can possibly muster “pick me up, hon???”

Cassandra • Straight up: Cassandra is so damn starved of love and affection that she’s shocked when you start showing affection towards her. • She’s quite skittish, so it does take a little while for her to settle into a position where you can kiss her without warning and she doesn’t flinch. • She’s suffered a lot and it led to her being defensive and unsure about letting strangers in. Then again, who isn’t a stranger anymore? Even her brother is… • She’s the only one that you would have to work for the affection of. • That being said, it’s absolutely worth it when you earn that affection. • You’re the person she goes to after meetings to bitch about nobles from other cities. You’re the first person she wants opinions from on passing laws and societal changes that she can control. So on and so forth. • She’s not quite at a point where she initiates physical contact that is as straightforward as hugs or kisses, but she will set her hands on your knees if you attend meetings alongside her. • If she’s feeling confident enough, she will absolutely kiss your forehead as she walks by or let her hands linger on the small of your back. • Once or twice in a blue moon, when she wakes up insanely drowsy and out of it, she will come up to wherever you are and snake her arms around your waist and hide her face in your neck – usually dozing back off. • She’s pretty tiny and easy to pick up and carry back to bed. She’s less than 100 pounds. Truly, not hard in the slightest.

[minxyone93]

Sorry, I've been being incredibly busy buying property and being so sexy and sapphic, so I haven't been boosting my upcoming fic illustrated by @certainwonder as well as I should, but we are just a few days away from dropping this fic! 🤩 Miss you, minxy readers! I hope this slakes your undeniable and delightful thirst

Title: A Little Thimble of Joy

Author: MinxyOne93

Artist: certainwonder

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam/Rowena/Eileen (mentioned), Dean Winchester/Lee (mentioned past relationship), Dean Winchester/Lisa Braden (mentioned past relationship), Castiel/April (mentioned, past)

Length: 75000

Warnings: Underage (past - mentioned only), Dubcon (past - mentioned only), Canon-typical violence, internalized homophobia, John Wincheter's A+parenting, homophobic John Wincheter, Mentions of Past Abuse/Neglect, Mentions of underage sex work (past), use of cigarettes, temporary gender bend (no sexual activity during), sexual dysfunction

Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Canon Similar, de-aged (baby) Jack Kline, Parenting, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Domestic Fluff, Found Family, Mutual Pining

Posting Date: October 18, 2021

Summary: The Winchester Brothers believe that Castiel's vision of paradise on Earth meant that Jack was destined to become God. They believe that the vacuum of power left by Chuck and Amara requires his sacrifice. Castiel believes there had to be another way and resents that the brothers, who prized free will, are dictating to Jack what he is destined to do. After an accident, Jack's powers to become dormant, the brothers' continue to disagree with Cas, and pressure on Jack to tap into his powers and fill the role of God grows. The responsibility on his shoulders eventually overwhelms the nephil, and he taps into his powers in a fit of pique, making sure that others see how he feels inside - helpless and in need of love and care... an infant. Now that Jack is a baby, and the other three members of Team Free Will are left in shock, scrambling to care for him. The act of caring for a child brings Cas and Dean closer together at long last, but begins to drive the Winchesters farther apart. Dean is forced to grapple with past traumas of his own upbringing in order to be better for Jack, and he finds himself opposing Sam's vision of how to cope with Jack's transformation. The brothers find themselves hundreds of miles apart, and as Cas and Dean spend more time with Jack, the more Dean longs for a life of domesticity and fatherhood. However, Dean's internal demons always prove to be more of a struggle than anything he'd encountered in Hell. If they think their troubles would end there, Heaven and Hell are seeking to kidnap Jack and foil an ancient prophecy, which will leave Team Free Will needing to reconvene and figure out if they will defend Jack or force him into the God role he was so afraid of after all.

Excerpt: Amongst  the soft blue cotton of Jack’s t-shirt, there lay a baby. His precious face was screwed up and he was grunting, starting to fuss. He raised his fist in a jerky movement only to swing it back down. The three men froze, each standing with their jaws agape.  "What - what in the hell!?" Sam hissed, clutching his head, "Is he - is that, a, a-," "An infant, yes. Jack, in fact," Cas murmured. The baby looked up and cooed at Cas. Slowly, Cas reached down to touch the baby, who looked to be about four or five months old.  He was surprised by how warm the wriggling child was under his hand. Immediately upon contact, he began to cry. "Please don't," Cas begged softly as he went to pick him up.  “What in the fuck is this?" Dean grumbled. Cas looked up to meet his eye - he could see that Dean was practically shaking and his eyes were wide. He was not  sure he’d ever seen Dean so afraid. It amused him in a vague sense - Cas had seen Dean fight monsters, demons, even Satan and archangels. Yet in spite of that, a small infant had him looking more frightened than ever. Cas frantically but gingerly scooped him into the crook of his arm, cradling his head per the hunter’s frantic instruction.  Jack cried, the sound was weak and repetitive. Cas felt absolutely panicked, but remained silent. "Jack, please turn back now," Cas urged softly. "I am not qualified to tend to an infant. I don’t think any of us are." Sam looked pale and anxious as he took in the sight. "What the hell are we going to do now?" he asked. "Why is he a baby? What…crap!" Sam spluttered. Dean took a deep breath and shrugged in answer. He was still looking pale and frightened, but Cas supposed it made sense - Dean snapped into action when he was afraid, so the first step would always be to shake it off and get to work. The angel knew it didn’t mean he was less terrified inside, but this was how Dean worked. It was just the way he was built. "What if he still doesn't sleep much? What the hell are we gonna do? How long is he gonna be a baby?" Sam asked again, frantic. He tried to stand up but he gripped his head and sat back down.  "Cas, you alright?" Dean asked gruffly, ignoring Sam’s string of concerned questions. He walked over to Cas and stopped near him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "I'm not injured. Help Sam," he instructed, still looking down at the crying squirming infant in his arms in fear and wonderment.  He could not  sense anything physically wrong with him. He was unexpectedly a baby, he was crying and Cas was at an absolute loss. Of all the things Jack could do with his powers, this hadn't been on the list of things Cas predicted.

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[randoimago]

Can I request the reader sacrifice/resurrection thing u did recently but with Vox Machina instead? Have a great day!!

S/O Taking a Hit and Needing Revived

Part 2

FANDOM: Critical Role

Character(s): Grog Strongjaw, Keyleth, Pike Trickfoot, Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski De Rolo III

Type of Request: Headcanons

Word Count: 581

Note(s): Sure thing! I’m going to split this into two parts so I can add Terry to the other one and try to even it out.

Grog

Grog is in a rage, not paying any attention except to the enemy in front of him. Doesn't even hear you yell out his name as you take a spell for him.

It's not until after the battle is over that he's smiling and looking for you to brag about how cool he was. That's when he sees your limp body on the ground.

"Hey, S/O. It's too early for a nap. Wake up." Grog has fear starting to claw at him as he holds you, trying to shake you awake. He then looks up and begins yelling for Pike.

He's not letting you go this entire time. He'll hold you as Pike preps the diamond. He's telling you that you better come back to him. That you're stronger than this.

When he has you back, he's trying to act cool. Like he knew you were okay and that you'd wake up. But he is absolutely staying very close to you because he was so scared.

Keyleth

She's Minxy at the moment, just slashing away with her claws and backing up the front liners.

She's unable to avoid the spell thrown her way. Or at least she prepared herself to be hit, not for you to run into the line of fire to save her.

She can't say anything but she is running to cover your body. If anyone (that's not an ally) gets too close then they'll get a mouthful of claw.

When the battle is done, she's out of Wild Shape and yelling for Pike as she holds your hand, stating how she can't lose you.

She gives you a big hug and just holds you close when you're back. Dumps some healing spell into you so you're definitely back on your feet.

Percy

He's in the back, shooting with Bad News. Too busy aiming down the sight and not paying attention to his surroundings.

He vaguely hears you yell, causing him to look up only to see you in front him, crumpling to the ground due to being blasted with something.

Percy feels empty at first before he just let's out a laugh in disbelief. He quickly goes to camp next to your body to give you cover before he starts blasting with his gun.

"You will not be taken from me," He'll tell you as he holds your hand while Pike begins resurrecting you. Percy's lost so much already, he will not lose you.

When you're revived, Percy pecks you on the forehead. He gives you a small, "Welcome back, love." As he squeezes your hand, that he hasn't let go of.

Pike

She's so focused between using her mace and throwing out spells that she isn't watching her own back.

That's when she sees you moving in front of her, she's about to ask what you're doing but stops when she sees a beam of light hitting you.

She sees your body fall and she's quick to give you a healing spell, only to see it did nothing. Fear clutches her heart as she stays by you, furiously fighting the enemy.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay." Pile will whisper as she has your head in her lap while she's prepping the diamond and casting the spell.

When she sees your eyes open, she smiles down at you and leans to kiss your forehead. "Don't move, you need to rest," she'll say because you do need your rest. And she'll stay by your side as you do.

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Hi! Can I ask for what would blob dream do if the reader have a pet that they constantly pay attention to (needs such as plays, food, affection, etc) how would he felt?

Ah yes. My oh so popular blob dream content. Of course I love this ask and loved writing it!

Triggers: jealousy, possessive behavior, blob dream trying to scare pet, mild yandere like behavior.

...Blob Dream...

I am going to make the pet a dog, only because I feel like a rodent really wouldn't bother him, a cat would be completely indifferent, and a fish wouldn't make a difference

And we'll call the dog Minxy.

When you first brought the dog home, Blob thought you were just pet sitting.

Until you sat down with Blob and explained to him that you had a new member of your family.

He was not happy.

In side dream blob's head:

"Hold on! Hold on! Who the hell is this?!"

"(Name)!"

"(Name)?! Why did you bring this thing into our house! This isn't okay!"

Blob squeaked and huffed around in a small circle, telling you all about his complaints.

"Come on Dream.. don't be like that. Minxy will be your company while I'm away at (work/school)."

You tried to reason with your little squishy friend.

But he was having none of this.

Why do you need another member of the family?

Were you not happy with Blob?

What did he need to do to make you more happy?

Least to say, Blob didn't take kindly to his new sibling at first.

AT FIRST!

~

But soon the next day you had to leave for work.

Blob was still in a salty mood.

He didn't even cuddle with you last night.

To make him even more sour, the dog cuddled with you last night instead of him!

You couldn't find Blob the next morning before you left, so he didn't get his normal goodbye kiss.

You were actually a bit worried, but you couldn't be late to work.

So once you left, Blob came out of hiding and went to give Minxy a piece of his mind!

That was before he was greeted with a wagging tail and wet tongue.

He went to walk up to the dog, but instead of showing aggression (like he expected) Minxy licked him.

Blob was stunned in shock for a moment.

Why did this beast lick him?

Didn't it share the same mutual feeling of hatred towards him?

Minxy laid down to sniff Blob, and licked the small white creature again.

Blob felt his heart ache…(or something like that...if he even has a heart).

It wasn't long before Blob tried playing with his new companion.

He would waddle and hop around the house as Minxy trotted after him.

They attempted to play tug of war, but Blob was just flung everywhere.

They also played an exciting game of hide and seek!

Blob was having a blast!

He was having so much fun, the hours seemed to fly by.

But… It was about 10 minutes before you got home, and Minxy started to do the oddest thing to Blob.

Minxy began to sing...but very terribly.

But it was also lovely to hear, in other words.

Minxy was howling, and so Blob decided to join.

~

Least to say, when you came home and to your door, it sounded like a dog and squeaky toy were being killed.

Once you unlocked the door, they both stopped.

Your eyes lit up once you saw Blob.

You scooped him up into your arms, and hugged him close.

He was also happy.

~

Later that night, all three of you cuddled in bed.

Blob was on your shoulder, and Minxy was on your side.

And this is how every day would be.

When you come home, you would be greeted with a dying dog and squeaky toy, and it was great.

Of course Blob would still be jealous every now and then.

But that's easily fixable with just you carrying him around.

~

In short: Blob won't be for the idea at all in the beginning. And depending on the pet and how they act, it could take little Blob a lot longer to get used to the pet. So I would recommend talking to blob before you get a pet. And reassure Blob that he is still going to be loved and you will still give him your attention.

Word count: 670

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Thanks for reading!