GOD FORBID WOMEN DO ANYTHING

I love the idea of vox aftercare and all that fluff/fluffy stuff sm OMGG

a/n — yes omg i love fluff with vox because let’s be real i don’t think he has fluffy experiences often.

Vox fell back on to bed breathless and panting while you crawled next to him. 

“You did so good,” you said, planting a kiss on the area where his cheek would be. He whined softly, still coming down from his high.

It took a few more moments for him to come to his senses and notice the uncomfortable stickiness on and around him, along with the ache in certain areas of his neck and thighs that were littered in dozens of hickeys. 

He groaned as he went to get up, dreading the process of cleaning up and then leaving. That’s when you gently pushed his chest back onto the bed.

He looked up at you confused, before blinking,“Um— I’m a little checked out for the night.” He explained and he rolled his neck trying to distract from the hurt.

“What? Oh, oh no, Vox, that’s not—“ You try to explain before sitting up further on the bed. “Just let me clean up for you, baby. I think I went a little hard on you today,” you cross your arm around your other elbow to stretch, crack your knuckles and get off the bed.

“Oh,” Vox was slightly taken aback. Usually when he got laid it was never really about him. Valentino, for example, was more of a fuck and run situation.

There was never much aftercare. Never much he didn’t have to do himself, at least. He started to hoist himself off the bed, his body was sore though he had to stop himself from hissing in pain.

“Look it’s fine, I can just take my shit and—“

“Sit down, Vox.” You command from the other room, “You let yourself be taken care of in bed and you can do it now.” 

“That’s different,” he tried. Honestly, he really did see it that way.

“Mhm, and you’re being very brave about it,” you tease, coming back in the other room with all sorts of things; new sheets, an ice pack, and a warm, damp washcloth.

You sit next to him on the bed and begin to clean up.

“Does it hurt?” you inquire, pointing to the bruises on his neck.

“Well you did sink your teeth into the softest parts of my body so, you could imagine,” he felt bad for giving you so much attitude, so he finished the sentence with a teasing smile.

“Yeah, I bet,” You raise your head high as if to show how proud of yourself you are. 

Vox’s eye roll is cut off when you placed the ice pack to the back of his neck.

“Fuck,” he winced slightly. You placed your hand on his thigh and rubbed comfortingly, kissing him on the side of his screen.

“Sorry, baby. Here keep icing that,” you say before getting up.

“Where are you going?” Vox asked, slightly scared of your leaving, even though he couldn’t place why.

You left the door to the bedroom open and walked into your kitchen. “Nowhere,” you answer, retrieving two mugs from your cupboard, “How do you like your tea?”

“I don’t. I hate tea,” he called, getting comfortable on the bed as he moved the ice to his thighs. “I prefer coffee, black, if you can,” he paused, realizing his tone, “but you don’t have too.” 

For some reason he didn’t want to be difficult towards you after everything you’ve done for him tonight. You’ve exceeded in meeting his needs and now, even after sex, took care of him.

“I—“ you can’t help but laugh at his request. “Vox it’s the middle of the night. You want coffee?” You snickered.

“Well, I didn’t think you would judge me for it,” he picked up on your unserious tone and matched it to the best of his abillities.

“And black coffee at that,” you smiled, “that’s absolute insanity.”

“Yes, we’re literally in hell and that’s insanity,” Vox couldn’t hold back a smile when you came in the room.

His heart fluttered when he saw what is in your hands, one cup of green tea along with the black coffee he requested. You listened to him, actually listened to him. 

He didn’t really know why he felt a sudden rush of affection towards you. After all, it was just coffee. But you had heard him, after the joke was over, and you still catered to his needs. 

Something Valentino would never do.

“One cup of, far superior tea, and one cup of—“ you made a fake gagging noise as you sat down, “—far less superior, bitter black coffee.” 

As you put the mugs on the bed side table, you sat down next to Vox and spread your arms out, welcoming him in. 

For some reason, Vox found himself eager to be held by you, to be appreciated and loved more. He hesitated for a moment before gladly accepting the offer.

In a moment he buries himself deep in your chest, your arms wrap around him and rub his back. 

You lean down and kiss the top of his screen, “still sore, sweetie?” 

He felt his screen heat up at the pet name. “Yes,” he simply said, despite the strong coffee he grew drowsy in your arms.

Especially with you rubbing up and down his back with your nails in such a soft demeanor.

“I’m sorry if I went to hard on you, baby,” you spoke barley above a whisper, as if noticing the fact that exhaustion finally kicked in for Vox.

“mhm, ‘ts fine. It was good,” he mumbled, using his hands to pull you closer to him by your shirt.

“You did so well for me, by the way,” you cooed in his ear. “took everything so nice. I really do think you’re amazing.”

Vox hummed quietly, feeling his screen once again heat up from your nice words. He still clung to you, desperately. If he were less tired, the praise might even get him going again.

But it was the intimacy you were displaying now that was comforting him into a deep, deep sleep.

a/n — i really hope my vague guesses on vox and val’s relationship were right bc i haven’t see the new episodes so… fingers crossed?

also i feel like i paint val out to be the only toxic one in the relationship. No, vox definitely is a manipulative problem too but of course val has affected him just as much yknow?

just to clarify—

hope you enjoyed the fic <3

Ok, but we neeeed to see Brett Hand first time (also first time in his life) letting it slip and calling his gf "mommy".

He only felt safe and completely happy with her. In college he never felt pleasure because he had to be the dom in order to satisfy the girls and he was a people pleaser, you know. He just didn't dare to call her that to not make it weird and it just slips when he is melting, completely being a puddle in her hands. It surprises both of them.

There would be a moment where he froze after saying it and she would be like: "wh- what did you call me ? 😮😳" ( In a shocked gentle manner, not a mean one because she understands that he struggled growing up with his parents affection and she doesn't want to hurt him emotionally).

Oof I crave to see this so bad!!!

Brett Hand/Reader 18+

Awe, poor baby would be so embarrassed at first.

Imagine making him feel so good, giving him all your attention. You’ve already made him cum multiple times, blow jobs, hand jobs, etc. And he gets too comfortable, so he just slips out a “Mommy, please—“

He’d never been taken care of like this! When it came to sex he always just did what his partner wanted, but now you’re making him feel so good, and he barely has to lift a finger? He let his guard down!

Once he realized what he said, his hand would come up to his mouth and he’d wait for your reaction.

“what did you call me?” You ask, eyes wide.

“Uh— nothing. Unless your into it then I guess I did say something, but if you didn’t hear anything at all then I didn’t really say anything,” he squirms in place, “Haha, please still like me..—“

“No, Brett—“ You run your hand comfortingly up and down his arm, “I’m into it. Actually, say it again.”

“Uh..” He blushed red. If you like it, then what’s the harm? He doesn’t have to feel weird about it. “Y-yes, mommy.”

You smile, before placing your hand on his shaft once again, “Oh, good boy.”

Ive never seen a dom reader x stu marcher before PLEASE BIMBO I NEED IT

Sucking him off, riding him, edging him, face riding him, mommy kink, idc FEED ME—

-VoxisDaddy

warnings — mommy kink, dom reader, sub stu

summary — Sub!Stu Matcher headcanons/drabble

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Stu as a sub would be so clingy, all over you, begging to be punished.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He wants you to beat the shit out of him. Oblige, and he’ll be all over you.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Unlike Billy, there’s not even any deep seated psychological reason for this, he’s just a freak, and he wants you to fuck the hell out of him.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Suck him off until he’s begging for mercy, which he will. But then he’ll go back on his word, and beg you to keep going. “C’mon, more! I can take it, mommy I swear!”

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He gets a sick kick out of being tortured by you, so don’t let him cum for hours. Make his dick pink and runny with pain because he’s needed to cum for just that long.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Ride his face while he’s tied up so he can’t even touch himself. Is his face wet from your cum or his tears? Neither of you know.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 He’s be so whiny about what he wanted, as if he deserves it. “Mommy, I know I was bad — But I can make it up to you,” He’d offer.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 But he deserves to be punished, which is lucky for him, because he wants to be. Badly.

a/n — I’ll go back to Inside job/Gravity falls in november. But now everyone should send me Bill Loomis and Tate langdon requests… yknow if we really wanna talk bout having a mommy kink..

okay i aint seen anyone ask... but i must. give me bonnie (bubblegum) headcannons or give me death (i will take marci ones too..) listen i just need some sapphic in my life

a/n — been sitting on this request for a while, but I LOVE princess bubblegum!!!!!

warnings — Mostly fluff headcanons, a few smutty ones, readers gender is never specified but this is definitely sapphic

summary — Princess Bubblegum x Reader Headcanons

SFW —

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Bubblegum isn’t new to relationships, but it is rare for her to develop real romantic feelings towards people, so count yourself lucky.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 A lot of the time, she’s caught up in her work. This doesn’t mean she doesn’t care about you, and she definitely takes precautions to show you.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Sometimes when she knows she’ll be working a while, she’ll send you little gift baskets full of things you like. (She did the calculations, all gift baskets must have at least an 92.77% chance of positively affecting you.)

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 She’s been fully independent since she was a little kid, so you have to be there to show her support.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Force her to take breaks, bring her breakfast in bed, personally deliver tea to her lab, and then insist of giving her company.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Because of her terribly formal and stressful princess duties, she would definitely prefer mundane dates rather than fancy ones.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Curling up on the couch after a long day and just binging stupid movies together.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Let her curl up into your side, she probably needs it, despite what she says.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 She would find it very attractive if your specifically good at a craft (art, dancing, etc..)

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Like if you’re a good cook, she’d love to watch you work. It’s kind of a science in itself right? She’s find it fascinating to watch you work.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 And yes, maybe she just likes when you do things for her.

NSFW —

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 Switch, but definitely more of a top. She clearly likes to be in control.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 She wouldn’t claim to be too kinky, but she is curious, so she’d be willing to try a lot of things.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 ‘Experimenting’ with your body, touching you everywhere, taking in your fascinating reactions.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 She doesn’t bottom easily unless there’s a lot of trust there, but from how much she works, it’d definitely do her good.

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 I could see her trying to lean back and let you take care of her after a long week, but only if you insist.

INSERT *ARIANA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?* MEME

Deary!

Thank you for the follow! I appreciate it so freaking much! I would send a message to say this but I wasn't sure if you're comfortable with that, so to the asks I go! The hazbin blog I made is a side blog from my main one aeveriiix, and I can only interact with my main one, just letting you know 😅

I forgot to mention this but I'm hella sure that you're gonna make bangers once again regardless in whatever fandom you're in, and I'm hella sure that a lot of people would be into it too! Well, I know I'm already into it 🫶

- 🍆 anon (aka Mingi)

OMG YOUR SO SWEET, THANK YOU!!! I already have a few drafts tbh I hope they do well 😰 Also I got your other ask in my inbox, you should definitely read the book of bill if you like Gravity falls!

Also everyone go follow @hellsgreatestbrainrot

watched inside job, i want him SO BAD.

I just can see this scenario with Stan! Please if you don't feel comfortable to write it tell me !

Stanley who was always "in control" and a dom in the bedroom ( even feeling like it's necessary as a consequence of his parents) to finally letting himself go, be taken care of, letting his control down and fully entrusting her in being very vulnerable (outside the bedroom he did let his guard down but he had a blockage to let it go intimately) !!!

-🌌

── .✦

Awwwwwhshdhfhhd this is unfortunately very in character. I feel like he’d have a massive problem with letting himself be taken care of, like and being seen as weak or being lesser because of it. So you’d have to be very gentle at first, and not to praising from the gettgo, because then he’ll think you’re making fun of him.

But as you slowly start to ride him and pin his hands beside you maybe then you can start making remarks about how good he’s taking it. Watch him unravel if you keep going, because he does desperately need your validation, the kind he never got as a kid and still never gets now. Tell him how lucky you are the have him, how perfect he is, and how much you love him.

He’ll be such a mess.

How about dragging a sleepy Lucifer away from his work? As he insists that he just needs "5 more minutes" as his eyes are closed and he's laying half limp in your arms. Sleepingly mumbling that he can get ready for bed himself as you wash him up and then carry him to bed.

(I imagine that he doesn't usually get taken care of like this. He's much more used to falling asleep at his work bench and waking up with a sore back and a pounding headache. Even though he's embrassed about you seeing him in a such a state, and feels a little guilty about you being "forced" to take care of him, he can't help but lean into your soft touches)

- 🎀

a/n — GOD THIS IS SUCH A CUTE PREMISE HES SUCH A WORKAHOLIC HE NEEDS TO BE TREATED LIKE THE PRINCESS HE IS <33

You had knocked on Lucifer’s already half opened door to his workshop, making it creak loudly.

You scanned the room quickly, taking in the mess. There were rubber ducks everywhere, trash on the floor, scrapped projects scattered across the various tables.

And then your eyes fell on Lucifer, head resting on his desk, looking perfectly sound asleep. You internally roll your eyes, not understanding why he does this to himself.

Causally you make your way over to Lucifer, picking up pieces of trash on the way and organizing things here and there, hoping to make the room look less chaotic.

When you finally get to the sleeping demon, your hands gently rub his back, coaxing him awake.

He groans quietly, “‘m so close to finishing just,” he yawns, “just five more minutes…”

His sentence trails off unconvincingly and you scoop him up bridal style in your arms. He nuzzles into your chest and wraps his arms around your neck to subconsciously bring you closer.

“I think you’re about ready for bed, honey,” you say sweetly, planting a kiss on his forehead.

“nonono, this is important…” he trails off before regaining his strong of thoughts, “important stuff, very important. ‘m gonna finish it tonight.”

“Uh-huh,” you smile fondly as you place him down on his bed. He continued quietly stammering about all the work he was getting done while you undress and place him in his pajamas.

Which mainly consisted of his boxers and an old t-shirt. Then, you got an old towel damp and began wiping off the dust and grime from his work table that had ended up on his face when he fell asleep.

He whined at the cold feeling of the water. You shushed him softly and, after you were satisfied with your work, you crawled into bed next to him.

Wrapping your arms around him, you heard Lucifer release a long content sigh, nuzzling his back into your stomach. He was absolutely adorable like this, being held by you.

It didn’t take long for him to fall fast asleep.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ ࣪⚝₊ ⊹˚.𖥔 ݁

The early morning light beamed in from the window and fell on Lucifer’s face, waking him up from one of the best sleeps he’d had in a while. He took a moment to assess his situation, a warm comfy bed instead of his workbench, a loose t-shirt and—

and your arms wrapped around his middle, pulling him closer to you. He might as well have slapped himself on the forehead right then.

Not only did he not get any work done, he had made you take care of him in the process. How humiliating.

You stirred behind him, “Good morning, baby.” You place a kiss on his neck as a greeting.

He was silent for a moment.

“You— you didn’t have to do that,” he spoke quietly, ashamed of himself.

It took a moment for you to remember what exactly he was referring to.

”No, I didn’t,” you say, unslinging your arms from around him. He silently mourned the loss of contact.

“But I wanted too,” you caress his cheek with your thumb. “I want to see you well rested, Luci. That’s why I took care of you. Simply because I wanted too.”

Once again, he had to pause before he spoke. This time, however, it was because he felt tears well up in his eyes and he didn’t want to cry in front of you. Not after giving you all that trouble.

“I just don’t understand why you would want to,” he said simply, looking down.

You sat up and paused, trying to think of the best way to go about the situation.

In one simple motion you lunged for him, both of your hands resting in his jawline and you peppered him with kisses all over his face.

“What are you—“ he couldn’t help but smile, “What are you doing, y/n, oh my goodness!” He giggled loudly as you assaulted him with your lips.

“I just,” you said as you placed multiply kisses on his cheek, “think your,” more on his nose, “amazing.”

You finish on his lips, a peck and first and then a deeper tender kiss.

When you finally pull away he looked dazed, “Well it’s, um, it’s hard to argue with that, my love.” A small giggle escaped his lips one last time.

You leaned back on the bed and opened your arms to him, inviting him in.

This time, he launched himself towards you with no protests.

Only slightly teary eyes as he buried his head into your chest and sank into your arms.

bimbo approved, that was a great era for tumblr

im slipping back into my hazbin hotel phase someone save me

everyone pay attention to my already done fic it’s all your getting today also send brett requests pls thanks

Scenarios/headcanons about how Brett Hand feels safe with her!

-🌌

Stay With Me, I Don’t Want You to Leave ⭑.ᐟ

a/n — Sometimes I don’t proofread my fics because the thought of reading my own writing back makes me want to die! WHY’S IT ALWAYS SOUND SO BAD??

warnings — Just fluff, like one sex joke, gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort.

summary — Scenarios/headcanons about how Brett Hand feels safe with you

⭑.ᐟ Brett is already desperate for everyone else’s validation, so this would definitely be enhanced with his significant other.

⭑.ᐟ He would live to please you, so you need to be able to keep it real with him. Ground him, while still showing him love.

⭑.ᐟ He has so much crippling self doubt, daily affirmations from you would be very helpful.

⭑.ᐟ Telling him how cute he looks while you straighten his tie in the morning, and at the end of the day always finding something to compliment him about.

“I think you handled that situation earlier really well, by the way,” You looked out the car window. Brett seemed especially anxious, judging from the natural frown on his face and his deadly grip on the steering wheel. “Really?” He asked.

“Yeah, I never know what to do when Reagan looses one of her science-y tools. Girls already uptight, but when she can’t get her work done. Woof—” Your tone was light, he always felt more comfortable that way.

He smiled, looking up, “Yeah, she really hates inconveniences. That’s why I always carry an extra crowbar on my person — it is very uncomfortable under a suit jacket!”

“Well, that’s really considerate, baby.” His grip finally loosened, shoulders resting. “Thanks,” his smile was soft.

⭑.ᐟ You giving your full attention to him any time would also make him feel very safe and loved.

⭑.ᐟ People obviously acknowledge him, but when your attention is payed in full it makes him feel so appreciated. (Also given his childhood).

⭑.ᐟ Having an understanding of his body language is also very important, because if he’s upset chances are we won’t tell because he doesn’t wanna ruin your mood.

⭑.ᐟ So if his acting off, take his hand in yours, caress his knuckles, and subtly ask about what would help.

Ex. “Do you need anything?” “We don’t have to do anything later. I think there’s a Friends marathon on later, how’s that sound?”

Watch him kinda loosen up and look at you with such appreciation. “Yeah, yeah. That sounds good,” he’s almost sigh with relief.

⭑.ᐟ He doesn’t feel like anything is expected of him in your relationship, he can just exist and be himself without having to put on a show.

( I could see him talking to Reagan about you, “They actually like watching old 80s movies with me— Have you ever met anyone willing to sit through a Van Dam movie? I only know two people: me and them! MAN, those movies suck.

“And the sex - its great! For like 15 years, I thought my only kink was fufilling other peoples kinks, turns out there’s SO much more to me, Reagan!” )

⭑.ᐟ Brett really feels seen around you, like you actually make him feel cared about. And that is such a big part in his feeling safe with you.

a/n — btw, Reagan fic coming hopefully tonight. After that I wanna do something with Gigi, peg Brett, and then probably a Stanley Pines fic?