#entirely self indulgent

[the-oracles-maw]

Take Care of Yourself, Luv? Please?

I am sick 🤪

Imagine Simon looking after you when you catch a cold

Imagine whenever he's not on deployment and living out the civilian life, he's constantly pestered by you to look after himself. He's so used to following orders he forgets the orders from his body.

Imagine Simon begrudgingly accepting your need to mother hen the man, to act like the perfect little housewife for him. It's embarrassing, but so endearing.

"What? Yeah, I just got home, luv. Price got us on the run around, I'll tell ya. ... Eh, I don't know what I want for dinner. Whatever you want, alright? ... No, no you don't have to do that... You... luv, you don't need to run me a bath..."

From his natural expertise as a soldier, he can immediately hear it in your voice that you're a bit... sniffly.

"Hey, you feeling alright?"

Imagine him raising his hand to get you to quit fussing over him. He takes off his glove (maybe with his teeth, you decide.) and places his tender, calloused hand on your forehead.

"mmm... a little warm, luv. How long you've been feeling like this?"

You initially brush it off as just a regular old seasonal bug. But imagine your surprise when Simon stops you mid sentence. He gazes down at you with such an unmoving, piercing gaze-

"Getting sick on me, huh? Can't have that. Not on my few days off now."

Don't even think about apologizing for being sick because this man already knows you will.

"Now..." His deep voice, cadenced with that smoldering Manchester accent. "I think you've fussed over me quite enough tonight... How's about daddy fusses over you for a change?"

Imagine this man is slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes to get you to rest on the couch.

He's already pulling out the extra cushions so you can law flat on your back in the living room.

Imagine it being pretty obvious from the start that he's not exactly used to being a caretaker. His comforts are gruff, awkward and somewhat commanding.

"Now I ain't going anywhere till you drink this whole thing, you hear?"

Though quickly, he leans into it.

"See? this what happens when you look after yourself, luv."

He's so smug. He's using the things you'd tell him all the time when he comes home from work exhausted or burnt out, whenever you take care of him like the loving, devoted housewife you are.

Now, it's simply Simon's turn to be the loving, devoted househusband.

It feels weird on him at first, but he starts to have fun with it

Imagine this time, he's running you a nice, warm bath to soak in.

"It'll help your muscles..." He croons into your ear, as that is what you told him every time you ran baths for him, making you roll your eyes. "And... I guess clear up your sinuses, or something..."

Honestly doesn't care about catching what you caught, he's more than happy to hold you if you want him to, when you get lonely all snuggled up on the couch.

perhaps, if you ask him nicely, Simon will carry you around the house while he does chores or work so you won't get lonely. ❤️

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x y/n #ghost call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #cod mwii #ghost cod #cod #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #the original babygirl #my writing #writeblr #entirely self indulgent #simon ghost Riley x fem reader #simon Riley x female reader

[basslinecal]

🎧 here's one i like to call 'calum-core' 🐾

#things that remind me of him #calum hood #5 seconds of summer #5sos #mine #5sos moodboard #cal #entirely self indulgent #im gonna make another one that is more colourful i promise

[dracocheesecake]

First and Fighting Words

Summary: Another snippet taken from the Daddy!Kai AU (AU where he and Oogway were never ambushed and continued along their path as warlords). Kai now has a new calf, but there seems to be a dispute over her first words.

General Oogway had been prompted to make another visit to his friend and said friend’s growing family; Kai had two calves now, the newest being a baby girl of eight months old.

Oogway looked at her now, swaddled in green silken blankets to keep her comfortable in the early spring’s remaining chill. While her older brother had been a solid copy of his father, this one looked like her mother: same black fur, and a little tuft of curls on her noggin that might grow like her mother's as well. Her eyes, though, were like her fathers; these were glued to Oogway, having never once left him since the moment he came into their sight.

Oogway wondered (privately) if the calf ever blinked. This was the first time he had seen her, the eight months’ since her birth having been eaten up by a skirmish near the outskirts of one of his more rural territories that had taken longer than expected, and the rest of the weeks had been needed just to get here; that particular winter had been a rough one, especially spent on the roads- but at least the Spring was promising.

The portico provided a nice view onto the grounds of the estate, and the wind blew in blossoms of various pastel colors that scattered over the table. Zan, Kai’s wife, was standing at the rail, looking out over the gardens while Kai held their daughter, already bragging about all of her ‘accomplishments’.

Oogway nodded sagely after the ramble had gone on a while and plucked a blossom petal out of his tea before taking a sip. He smacked, and then said: “How precocious. This one's even fatter than her brother was.”

Zan covered her smile with her fan, but her shoulders were shaking, and occasionally a small chortle escaped. Kai snorted, frowning.

“She's not fat,” he said, “she's plump. She's a baby, she's supposed to be.” One of his hooves came up, tickling her round little tummy. Dai Lu giggled and unraveled her chubby arms from the swaddling to grab at her father's hand.

Oogway smiled. “She looks like a lavishly wrapped bean bun.”

“She does not!” Kai snapped. “She looks like her mother!”

Zan turned and raised her brows at him. “I look like a bean bun?”

“What? No! I-”

Both his wife and his friend started laughing, and then Dai Lu squealed hysterically alongside, and Kai found himself fighting to keep his pout in place.

“She doesn't look like a bean bun!” He stated stubbornly. He poked the baby’s nose. “You. Stop laughing! You don’t look like a bean bun!”

That only made her laugh more, and then Kai broke. A cackle of his own burst free before he could stop it, and eventually he gave up trying to.

“Well,” Kai said, trying to come to his child’s defense even still, “she’s a very smart bean bun. She’s already made some progress on her first steps.”

Oogway tilted his head. “Oh? Well, she certainly has the legs for it. Maybe all that chub is actually muscle. ”

“Oogway, I swear-”

“We're already expecting her first words,” Zan said, before her husband could finish his threat, “It'll probably be ‘mama'.”

Kai snorted. “Nah, she's going to say ‘daddy’, like her brother did.”

Zan glared at him. There was a sudden tension in the air, not as friendly. “No,” she said, with more firmness than Oogway felt necessary, “she'll say ‘momma’.”

There was a pause. The tension began to grow and simmer. Kai's head turned slowly towards her. There was a smile on his face, a pleasant one that didn't meet his eyes.

“No,” he said again, “she's going to say ‘daddy’.”

Zan narrowed her eyes. Her hoof stomped the ground, once. “No,” she said again, “‘momma’.”

Kai was now returning her glare. Dai Lu cooed, babbling, tugging on Kai's mane, but he didn't notice. He disentangled her and then plopped her down into Oogway's hands, his eyes never once leaving his wife.

“Oogway, hold this,” he said, and then got up to go stand before Zan, glaring down at her with his arms crossed. She was saying something, poking his chest, something about ‘i carried her for nine months’, and then there was another exchange, which devolved into:

“No, momma!”

“No, daddy!”

“Momma!”

“Daddy!”

“Momma!”

“Daddy!”

“Momma!”

“Oogway, you tell her-”

“Don’t you dare bring Oogway into this! You always try to bring Oogway into everything! Oogway this, Oogway that- why didn’t you just marry Oogway?!”

Apparently this was only a continuation of some sort of argument that had been going on for awhile, something Kai hadn’t written about in his letters. Oogway held the little calf at arm's length, raising his brows in some amusement- all that he could glean from such an uncomfortable situation.

“Your parents are crazy, Bean Bun,” Oogway said with a chuckle, “I feel sorry for you.”

Dai Lu giggled, chubby arms waving towards Oogway, tiny feet kicking in her swaddling.

“Oogwaa!” She squealed.

Oogway's mouth fell open. When he looked up, Kai and Zan's were doing the same. There was an eternity of pause, and both stared for its duration; then they rushed over.

“What did she say?” Kai asked, crouching down with his hands on his knees, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Did she say what I think she said?” Zan said, laughing despite herself.

“Oogwaa!” The calf cooed, reaching for the tortoise’s face.

Oogway felt tears welling in his eyes and immediately hugged her close. “I think I have a favorite, now.” He said, trying to keep his voice from shaking, but failing miserably. The little calf cuddled into him, babbling.

Zan laughed, putting her hands on her hips. “Well, I guess that’s what we get,” she said, “there’s a lesson in irony here, somewhere, I’m sure.”

“One cannot force the wind to blow in their direction,” Oogway said sagely, gently bouncing the calf.

Kai rolled his eyes and took her out of Oogway’s arms. “Alright, no more philosophy for you. You’re going to turn her mind into mush with that nonsense.”

“Oogwaa!” Dai Lu cried, reaching for Oogway with little pouty noises. Kai snorted and poked her belly.

“Ok, now say ‘dada’. If you can say ‘Oogway’, you can say ‘dada’.”

His daughter looked up at him, pouting. But then, slowly, she began to smile again.

“Mama!”

"...Here, Oogway, you can hold her."

#kung fu panda #kfp au #entirely self indulgent #daddy!kai au #general oogway #master oogway #kai x oc #kfp ocs #I just wanted to give the wife a name because I was tired of writing 'kai's wife' over and over again #I am cringe and I am free #fanfic #ficlet

[brighteyedbushybrowed]

He's holding you close to him, so tight against his chest with your head tucked under his chin as you curl up in a ball. His arms engulf you, hands rubbing your back, and he let's you cry because it's what you need right now.

It takes a while to let all the pain out. Half an hour? More? You don't know. All you know is your Papa is holding you and refusing to let you out of his vice-tight grasp. He won't let you suffer on your own, not if he can help it. He doesn't care if he's supposed to be doing something else right now. All that matters to him is you're in pain and he wants to ease it as much as he can.

So he holds you beneath your favourite blanket. He let's you cry, vent, feel. And when you're done, he kisses you gently and tells you how proud he is of you for being brave enough to talk about it. He let's you know that he's incredibly grateful that you trust him enough to come to him and talk to him when you need him.

For now, the world is just the two of you. The rest of it can burn for all he cares as long as he still has you.

#anxiety got bad tonight #needed some comfort #entirely self indulgent #any papa #papa emeritus #papa emeritus x reader #the band ghost #my fanfic #fanfic #mine #short stuff

[brother-lipsmackariah]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: KinnPorsche: The Series (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat/Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun Characters: Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, mentioned nampheung, mentioned Porsche - Character Additional Tags: Dominant Kim Khimhant Theerapanyakun, Submissive Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat, Non-Sexual Bondage, Body Worship, Hand & Finger Kink, art student porchay, Aged-Up Character(s), Post-Canon, Korn is dead, References to past sexual activity, No Sex, Introspection, Porchay Pichaya Kittisawat is So Whipped, art ramblings i guess, just 2k somethhing words of chay worshipping Kim's hands, No Plot/Plotless, Not Beta Read, unedited

Summary:

Chay wants to tie Kim up

#Kim #Porchay #kimchay #Kinnporsche #Kinnporsche the series #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #kinnporsche fic #entirely self indulgent #my writing

[made-ofmemories]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

I think I was tagged in this last week, but I never got around to it. However, I'm editing 'Eddie Diaz and the universal cat distribution system' right now because it has been sat in my google docs for entirely too long so have a little snippet from that.

I'm hoping to post the whole fic in a day or two. It's part of a 3 part series and I have a few one shots set in the same universe planned also.

“Is that why you have cat food in the cabinet under the sink?” “Buck.” Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose. Buck isn't dumb, he isn't, he's smarter than most people give him credit for. Eddie just didn't realize it was possible for someone so smart to be so... oblivious sometimes until he met Buck. “You knew I kept cat food in the kitchen and you were surprised when I told you I had a cat?” “Well, how was I supposed to know? You never mentioned her!” “There’s cat food under the sink, what else would it be for!”

Tagging: @ladydorian05 @forthewolves @nmcggg @your-catfish-friend @the-amber-raven

#buddie #911 #This fic is the very definition of I wrote this for me but I guess you guys can read it too #entirely self indulgent

[another-corpo-rat]

Love - 8, 13 and Domestic Life - 6, 9 :3

ty for the asks yet again 🥰 Questions are here!

Who’s better at comforting the other?

While she needs to do it less often, Victoria is definitely the better one when it comes to comfort – she learned to read Adam’s moods early on, a necessity to survive working with him, and it’s very much a transferable skill of knowing when the big guy needs comfort too. Because he won’t say it, and he definitely won’t ask for it the way she would.

She knows the little tells for when what he needs is a brutal thing: a target to shoot at, someone to tear apart. Or when the quieter stuff is wanted; sitting against him, talking to get his mind from wherever its wandered to. (Usually, the two come in tandem: he needs a dose of violence before he can settle, it’s a particularly bad day when he needs to rest his head on her lap. It’s as close to an admission of weakness anyone will ever get from him.)

Who remembers the little things?

Adam does, courtesy of the black box granted but also because Victoria is more likely to do little things for him while his gestures are far from subtle. He didn’t read any importance in the motions until she stopped doing them for a brief window when he earned himself the silent treatment, and then he found he missed them.

Who worries the most?

Victoria definitely, even if her worries are of her own creation. Setbacks for OIZYS, the constant dread of Adam learning about its unintended effectiveness against ‘borgs, being brazen-bulled with her own creation. (This particular worry doubles when she becomes a borg herself, to the point she considers sabotage.) She even has her moments of worrying about Adam, irrational as she knows it is, since she unfortunately does love the bastard.

Comparatively, what worries Adam may have had are significantly eased when Victoria gets a Gemini frame. Now he doesn’t have that constant niggling concern about his output being so damn squishy.

Who’s more likely to convince the other to come back to sleep in the morning?

Contrary to the sales pitch, Adam does need to shut down now and then to give his brain time to rest. He has Victoria sworn to silence on this fact but he is incredibly affectionate in the hour after he wakes up again.

It’s an uncommon occurrence that he gets to wake up alongside her, and he’ll be damned if he isn’t going to indulge in that groggy state between sleep and waking.

#cyberpunk 2077 #Adam Smasher #Victoria Crane #Ship: Gilded Chrome #that last one is #ENTIRELY self indulgent #(as is this entire ship tbh but still) #ask game

[strawberry-seal77]

#sasha waybright #amphibia #look at em #entirely self indulgent #you can tell because I drew her without the shoulder pad and cape #I drew this for the ask but it's too much effort for that to work

[marathedemonoverlord]

Guys I love my Pug so much. If I had to go to Devildom I'm not going without him (He's a senior citizen with separation anxiety) but now I'm thinking of scenarios with my beloved Pug! (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵)

Just imagine coming to Devildom and as Diavolo's doing his spiel this distinguished gentleman waddles his old man legs over to be near the MC. Standing by them and not really aware they're surrounded by demons but just wanting to be with them.

Lucifer has to put a dog bed in MC's room and when MC sleeps they just hear his loud ass old man snoring. Every day MC Goes to RAD my Pug just watches them go sadly and sleeps or sits by the door until MC returns. A sad old man who misses his person.

The Brothers have to deal with his bad dog breath and old joints. Hear him grumble and grouse when they have to clean his ears and wrinkles. He won't bite them but his loud grumbles are enough to get the message only MC can touch him. Watch as MC has to pick him up and carry him upstairs/downstairs or watch his slow butt try to follow MC down the hallway or wherever he thinks they might be in the House of Lamentation. He doesn't really know what MC's doing he just wants to be near them or be included in the conversation around the brothers. Hes very lonely being near someone makes him happy. Heck even if the brothers try to comfort him they know as soon as MC walks in he's following them instead.

Oh Lucifer would hate his shedding he's like a cotton ball of fluff and wrinkles and if he ever holds him that black outfit is gonna get ruined. Lucifer would be so annoyed too as a senior Pug he has a special diet and has supplements for his bones and he has to make sure his brothers aren't feeding him anything to upset his digestion. He also likes to sun bathe so now MC and Lucifer try to talk to Diavolo about putting some lamps up so he can sunbathe (Which we ALL know Diavolo would. He probably would spoil my Pug more than he already is!)

The Brothers will walk in to see this everyday laying anywhere and napping. He's potty trained and a good Pug he just isn't scared of the vacuum and stubborn as ever. Even if you put the vacuum near him he just sits there and looks at you unimpressed. A mad lad!

Mannnnn and then there's his walks. My Pug is such a senior citizen he loves his routine walks and will do them slowly enjoying the scenery. A walk around the block turns to an hour in a half if walking at his pace. He doesn't like other dogs and gets uncomfortable with them so the brothers also have to make sure hes okay because he's shy and antisocial. He only loves MC and people/demons/angels.

Just imagining him waddling his way through the castle also melts my heart. My Pug staying with Diavolo for a time fell asleep in Diavolos office and when Diavolo left he can hear his little nails scrape on the floor as he goes searching for him. He needs a person after all with him when he wakes up.

Barbatos will probably hate him tho. My Pug sheds everywhere AND he doesn't care about rats or other animals (he hates cats tho cause cats make him jealous) and will just sleep as Barbatos fights a rat/mouse by himself.

Solomon will probably try to test my Pug and if he does I'll fight him because my Pug isn't bright! What he lacks in intelligence he makes up for in ingenuity!

Simeon and Luke will probably like him until Simeon realizes his gloves are covered in Pug hair too.

And the brothers who have to live with him they'll probably be used to the 13 year old Pug wandering the house.

Lucifer probably has to put a bed in his study since my Pug will probably lay in his room if he can't find MC.

Mammon probably carries him everywhere and buys him everything then gets offended when the Pug ignores him afterwards for MC. He thought what they had was special!!

Leviathan probably brings his Akuzon packages to him because My Pug likes unboxing and they can unbox and look at it together. He really loves it.

Satan can pet him as they read feeling the softness as he snores is nice. As well having Lucifer carry him is icing on the cake.

Asmodeus probably gets him new shirts and sweaters everyday and makes MC put them on him since he doesn't want Pug hair on him

Beel probably lifts my Pug like he doesn't weigh anything carrying and eating as my Pug sits by his legs needy (Mf would definitely feed the dog even after explaining his strict diet so everyone has to watch them)

Belphegor and the Pug probably sleep together their snores causing an earthquake as they both get it in for the rest of the cast.

Oh it would be so cute! He'd bask in the attention lol!! (Also this is entirely self indulgent I just wanted to make a post about how much I adore my Pug (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) )

#obey me #obey me imagines #obey me memes #obey me demon brothers #obey me royals #obey me angels #obey me solomon #obey me mc #pugs of tumblr #pugspugspugs #my pets #my pug is the best MC of obey me #i love my old man #would your pet survive Devildom? #I'll be honest mine wont #he either will sleep the whole experience through or get Mammon and Beel to give him everything #Diavolo is a Pug Daddy now dont @ me #Barbatos cant handle the Pugs #entirely self indulgent #i love my pug

[stereopticons]

seven sentence sunday

@hippolotamus tagged me last week but I didn’t get around to posting anything, so I’m going to do it today. This is not either of the fics I should be working on given coming deadlines, and it’s Netflix’s fault. Please enjoy. 

But David is standing close enough that Patrick can smell him–cedar and sage and something he can only identify as David–and he’s never been good at talking about art. And that fucking movie is still on his mind, so instead of telling David how incredible his drawings are, he defaults to a joke. 

“Draw me like one of your French girls, David.”

There’s a moment of silence where David looks briefly stunned and Patrick worries that maybe he got the reference wrong, or maybe that went too far. But then David looks him up and down in a casual appraisal that really shouldn’t be as hot as it is. 

“Okay,” David finally says, shrugging. He pads out of the kitchen to pick up his sketchpad and his pencils, leaving Patrick waiting for his brain to come back online.

please consider this your tag if you want to play!

#entirely self indulgent #because i watched titanic this morning #seven sentence sunday

[perianfrost]

Join the Chorus 5/25

A Macdonald Hall fic, posted daily through December 25th.

December 5

Boots entered the rec hall and the entire place went silent as people turned to look. 

He stopped. Glanced back. Looked down at himself. By the time he looked back up, Pete was rubbing his arm and staring daggers at Bruno. 

Bruno waved Boots over without comment. 

Boots came to sit on the couch in the spot Bruno had clearly been holding for him. He should’ve been pleased about that. Instead, he was wary. “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” Bruno said airily. 

Boots looked at Mark. Pete. Wilbur.

Mark stared intently at the TV.

Pete stared at the ceiling. 

Wilbur stared into his bag of ketchup chips.

Bruno rubbed his temples. “Nothing. It’s nothing. Right?”

Boots shrugged and leaned back into the back of the couch. When nothing happened, he relaxed. “Right. Okay. Whatever. As long as I don’t get detention out of whatever you’re planning. We still have dish duty tonight, Bruno. The Fish’ll keep us here after graduation if we get into any more trouble.”

“I never get into trouble,” Bruno announced, and because he was Bruno, he didn’t look at all bothered by the hoots of laughter and groans that went up.

Boots went about the rest of the day with the distinct sense that he was missing something important. Except for his own ID, which was probably under his bed, he couldn’t put his finger on it. 

At least it distracted him from worrying about Christmas at the Hall with his little brother if he was worrying about what his roommate was up to behind his back. He was thinking about Bruno all the time anyway these days, it wasn’t much of a leap.

For some people, being gay was never a question. They knew right away that they liked boys instead of girls, or both, or maybe none at all. For some people, getting there was a slow, meandering thing that took one too many near misses, one too many drinks, maybe one too many questions late at night. For some people, they went along as normal until one day they looked up, saw someone that maybe they’d seen a hundred times before, and thought, oh.

That was Boots. He’d looked up one day last year after getting tackled to the ground during one of Miss Scrimmage’s shotgun episodes, there was Bruno, grinning down at him, and Boots had thought…oh. 

Oh no.

It wasn’t that being bi was what worried Boots. No, it was surprising, but not the end of the world. What worried Melvin O’Neil was that he’d gone and fallen in love with his best friend, and they had to live together. 

Boots had proceeded to spend the next eight months in utter panic. He’d gotten used to hiding it–easy, because with Bruno there was always a cause, a riot, or a crazy plot that took up most of Boots’ mental energy. 

Summer was a blessing and a curse. They didn’t live together, weren’t even particularly close, even though they emailed and texted and called all the time, and Boots had come back to the Hall hoping that maybe the time apart had changed things. 

Bruno had come charging in the door and tackled Boots onto the bed in greeting, and once again, breathing in Bruno’s stupid deodorant and gasping from the heavy weight on his chest, Boots had thought, oh, fuck.

So they’d lost a couple things between them. So Bruno was still complaining about the Christmas decorations. So Boots had to stay at the Hall alone. 

Bruno Walton was up to something, and Boots was helpless but to focus entirely on his best friend.

#entirely self indulgent #yes thank you #fanfic advent #join the chorus fic #macdonald hall #bruno and boots

[ribbionrobyn]

*looks at two original characters that don’t have much bite to their relationship*

yup this baby can fit so many tropes in it

#ocs #oc #original characters #shipping #enemies to lovers #strangers to lovers #friends to lovers #me reading writing prompts and the light bulb in my head SHINESS #entirely self indulgent

[kasasagi-eye]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Luò Bīnghé/Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Original Luò Bīnghé, Shā Huálíng, Níng Yīngyīng, Mòběi-jūn, Shàng Qīnghuá Additional Tags: late for bingjiuweek, early for halloween, BingJiuWeek2022, soft, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Reincarnation, Actor!LBH, Ghost!sj, Romance, Happy Ending Summary:

Shen Jiu tries to drown him in the bath. Luo Binghe hand feeds him beef dumplings.

#bingjiu #late for bingjiuweek but hey #entirely self indulgent

[pbpsbff]

i have a fic planned for r&r but i physically can't write it without crying it's so humiliating

#r&r tease #idk if it'll even make the series actually #entirely self indulgent

[another-corpo-rat]

My own lil bastard kitty got me thinking so I offer my ramblings on Victoria and the horrid little beast that she would give her life for but also bullies on a daily basis.

.

> Victoria was having a terrible week when she found Nibbles – or more accurately when Nibbles found her. Things were just bent out of shape; OIZYS was set back by something in the coding getting messed with by an internal agent, add to that an internal security breach that had everyone in Counter-Intel scrambling to find the source and stop the leak.

She had decided that come the weekend, she was getting drunk and she was getting fucked – not necessarily in that order. A few co-workers joined in that endeavour and while she would’ve opted for Clouds, they dragged her ass to Lizzie’s bar instead. A smaller thing gone wrong, but still frustrating atop of everything else.

An hour in, she was neither drunk nor fucked while her co-workers were deep in BDs. She opted to head outside for a smoke, where she heard the pitching chirrup of an odd creature coming at her in full trot, ratty little tail held high in the air.

The cat sat on her shoe, shivering at the slightest breeze that rolled through and Victoria deigned this hideous little thing clearly in need of help.

> There was a debate on the cat’s name. While she preferred Peaches, she was over-ruled by Smasher in the matter, who was frighteningly adamant that the thing be called Nibbles instead. After a while the cat started responding to Nibbles, and Victoria is still sore over that loss.

> Smasher is, in fact, the Favourite. Victoria finds she can’t be as sore on that fact, as seeing him getting awkwardly pinned by the cat, or used as a climbing frame/heating pad is funny as fuck.

That said, she only likes Smasher when he’s in his Dragoon frame and hides should he visit in a Gemini. She hisses if he comes anywhere near her then.

How Victoria talks to Nibbles: “Aw, my baby. Who’s my pretty little baldie?”

How Smasher talks to Nibbles: “The fuck do you want, you undercooked chicken?”

> Her collar is encrusted with diamonds. It’s likely worth enough to pay for rent in a significant number of places in Night City.

> Now an indoor cat, Nibbles idea of hunting is bringing hairpins and bobbles. She is very proud of her quarry while Victoria was wondering where the fuck they went.

> Vic is adamant that Nibbles has a favourite TV show, and that is Watson Whore. While normally Nibbles would ignore the screen to demand affection and attention, curling into the crook of Victoria’s own curled body on the sofa, when Watson Whore is on the cat sits up and watches the screen for the entirely of the episode – meowing loudly when a particular character comes on.

#Victoria Crane #Nibbles #oc rambling #entirely self indulgent #but i absolutely see as Smasher as like 'the dad that didn't want the pet but look at them now' type

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obey me nsfw thoughts in the devildom

i would let mammon do ungodly things to me after an argument like messy messy hate sex where we both are switching and cursing each other and bending eachother to our whims i would ride him and tell him how useless he is degrade him and he would like it then hed flip me over and make me beg for him and praise him ugghhbnfnndndn

asmo i would let pda me any time anywhere anyhow also in private anything he wanted i would do it ill fold every time any time he wants risky public sex im game for him literally i would do anything he wanted but i would never date him or have like romance but we would be fwb and he would dom me 100% and sometimes just use me and im strapping from the bottom and hes riding me having the time of his life and of course mirrors always

beel would eat me out with a vigor the world has never seen before. we tried whipped cream and chocolate syrup once but he got too excited and almost vored me. lots of food dates feeding each other and cuddling with food babies. hes boyfriend material and its almost entirely romantic except for the occasional hunger for sex once the food metabolizes. hes so considerate and safe all the time and especially in bed

levianthan left his phone on the couch unlocked and i opened it only to see what had to have been hentai i locked it put it down and kept that shit to myself

satan would have me in the palm of his hand once i decide to trust him and he would read me so easily and always catch my eye even when everyone is chaotic he is very intentional and plans every move he makes well. he is meticulous and attentive in bed remembering exactly what i like and making mental notes every time learning about my body and every little reaction i have to him. he makes sure to start turning me on hours and hours before he touches me. he will whisper in my ear something filthy so only i could hear him. he would pull me into a chaste kiss when no one is looking then act like nothing happened. he will touch my back or neck absentmindedly sending tingles through my body. he knows exactly what he does to me and he enjoys every second of it. he likes to watch me squirm until i am at my limit. if i offend him he makes me ask perfectly nicely and cutely to get what i want after a long day of being teased relentlessly. he drives me crazy in the best way

the way lucifer would literally have me in a chokehold (safely) as he hits every mark emotionally and physically romantically and sexually intimately he just does the exact thing that hits just right and takes my breath away. one look from him and i am soaking and writhing and needy. he looks down on me with a low laugh and i deny everything. he knows though and acts distant until i cave and throw myself at him and you know cat and mouse a game of push and pull with a brat/ tamer undertone where i always need to be punished i always need HIM TO PUNISH ME AND YES I WILL CALL HIM DADDY and if im a little too close with someone else he gets so sulky until i give him a lot of extra attention (head) then he couldnt care less about anything else in the world and its just us and he is mostly very intense but when its pillow talk he talks for hours just stories philosophy his long long life knowledge that i just drink up until i fall asleep with my head on his chest his arm wrapped around me my leg in between his. the sound of his heartbeat and breathing is my lifeline. every time i look into his red eyes i feel like im on fire. every time his red nailed fingers brushes or grabs or scrapes my skin its ecstasy

i wanted to get with simeon so badly but he only wanted to bottom which i got tired of after awhile, i want someone more dominant, we stay friends

#entirely self indulgent