#retro reader

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Tech Support (Or, How to Pamper Your Husband Without Him Noticing)

I start with the pretense of maintenance, as always. Vox lets me get away with a lot when I phrase it as something important—checking his ports, dusting the vents, making sure his wiring is in top condition. He huffs and grumbles about how he can do all this himself, but he still sits perfectly still while I work, letting me straddle his lap to reach the more delicate spots.

“Really don’t think you need to be all up in my face for this, babe,” he mutters, but his voice has already softened.

“Of course I do,” I hum, running my fingers along the sleek curve of his screen, using a microfiber cloth to buff out invisible smudges. “What if I miss a spot? That’d be so embarrassing for you, baby.”

His static crackles softly, a telltale sign that he enjoys this more than he wants to admit. His ports are terribly sensitive, which is exactly why I take my time dusting them, using the softest little brush to make sure there’s not a speck of debris. He stiffens at first, but as I drag my fingers along the edges, his vents let out the smallest whirr.

“Not too much, sweetheart,” he warns, though there’s no real bite to it.

I tilt my head, all innocence. “Too much what? I’m just helping you.”

I set my tools aside, trailing my fingertips along his frame instead. He doesn’t even notice the shift—not at first. I trace the lines where his panels meet, smoothing out tiny imperfections, checking for any damage that definitely isn’t there. I replace a wire or two, carefully reconnecting them while pressing close, feeling the faint buzz of his circuits beneath my hands.

“There we go,” I murmur, pressing a kiss just below his antenna. “All taken care of.”

He exhales, a deep static-drenched sound, and leans ever so slightly into my touch.

“…Wait a second,” he grumbles, hands flexing at my waist as if he’s only now processing what I’ve done. “This—this isn’t maintenance. You—you tricked me into a massage.”

I smile, pressing my forehead against his. “Mmmhmm.”

Vox lets out a sound that’s almost a groan, but he doesn’t push me away. If anything, he lets himself relax even more, his vents releasing slow, steady bursts of air.

“…I should be mad,” he says.

“But you feel good, don’t you?” I coo, massaging his shoulders, dragging my nails lightly against his back.

He twitches, but he doesn’t answer. Not verbally, anyway. His fans kick up a little louder, and he melts against me, his hands settling at my hips in a way that says, fine, you win.

I always win when it comes to taking care of my husband.

I grin, pressing another kiss to the side of his screen. “See? You like when I take care of you.”

Vox scoffs, but it’s weak, his grip on my hips tightening slightly like he wants to be annoyed but can’t quite commit to it. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know I am,” I tease, shifting in his lap so I can drag my fingers down his back, massaging slow circles into the tension points I know so well. His frame isn’t rigid metal—he’s smooth, flexible where he needs to be, built to move just like a person. His muscles, even if they’re artificial, hold onto stress like real ones do.

I can feel it in the way his frame twitches beneath my touch, in the way he exhales another staticky sigh, his fans running just a little faster.

His ports are so sensitive. I’m careful with them, using only the pads of my fingers to trace along the edges. Not enough to overload them—just enough to make him shiver, his hands twitching where they rest on me.

“Retro.”

“Mmm?”

“I swear—” He cuts himself off with a shudder as I knead at the base of his neck, right where the tension gathers when he spends too long hunched over his work. His antenna twitch, sparking faintly with static, and I can hear the way his processing slows down.

I love when he gets like this.

The moment where he stops pretending he’s too proud for this, where he finally lets go.

His grip shifts, pulling me closer, burying his face against my shoulder. He’s warm against me, the faint hum of his circuits vibrating through his frame. I trace slow, lazy circles down his spine, pressing light kisses to the smooth metal of his head.

“Wasn’t that so much better than pretending you don’t like being pampered?” I murmur.

He groans, half into my skin, half into static. “You cheated.”

“Oh? And how exactly did I cheat?”

“You tricked me.”

I giggle, raking my nails lightly down his back. “Is it really tricking you if you liked it?”

Vox mutters something under his breath that I don’t quite catch, but he’s still holding onto me, his weight settling heavier against me, fully relaxed in my arms.

I smile, feeling the warmth of him, the quiet hum of contentment in his circuits.

“I love you,” I whisper, pressing my lips to the top of his head.

For a moment, he doesn’t say anything.

Then, a low chuckle, soft and fond, as his arms tighten around me.

“…Yeah,” he murmurs, the static in his voice crackling like a purr. “I love you too, darling.”

[candyhoiic]

sometimes cooking gets a little messy <3

I love reading all the reader Retro one-shots, so I had to draw her or at least my version of her. Retro belongs to @hazbinfallinginaspiral I recommend checking them out if you haven't already ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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۪ ⋆ 𝓅𝒶̄𝗂𝗋𝗌 : mark!variants x reader

𝗁ℯ𝒶𝖽𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗇 : what each different mark variants are into, and why they are into it.

𝓌𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀s : p links, kink listing, 18+ content

 .’﹙ ℳ𝗈𝗁𝖺𝗐𝗄 𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝓅𝖽𝖺 ﹚

mark’s biggest turn on is PDA, the feeling of your soft delicate skin on his just flips a switch in him. mark’s lips are always on yours no matter what time it is or where you two are at, his favorite place that he kisses you is infront of him viltrum empire loving the feeling of eyes on him.

the same hands he had killed thousands with were wrapped around the curve of your throat do softly, applying enough pressure to make your eyes slightly blur. Mark did not want to lose a doll like you he claimed, being do possessive over his little nymph.

Bonus points if mark is able to convince his little blythe to match mohawks with him!! always pressing his forehead to yours and making out with you, his tongue wrapping around yours and sucking. The taste of him wasn’t foreign to you anymore the amount of times he kisses you, which is always..

but during sex is so much more..romantic, loves making you feel like the queen you are even sometimes setting up roses on your shared bed when he wants to have sex with you. his poundings are so ruthless and rough, always managing to pull screams out of your throat ( ♡︎ )

 .’﹙𝓈𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ： 𝒷𝗅𝗈𝗈𝖽 ﹚

you need to pray every time you start your cycle, and he knows exactly when too. so when he pops up randomly behind you groping your ass and tits while his bulge is pressed against the curve of your ass, you know EXACTLY what he is here for.

the sloppy wet sounds of your period blood and his saliva mixing together makes you cringe in embarrassment, he had you sprawled out in an abandoned hotel that he hadn’t destroyed just yet.

“fuck - keep these open. “ he was devouring your bleeding cunt like it was going to be his ever last meal, making sure no blood had slid down the cheeks of your ass. he was licking you raw at this point, and even if you tried to run from it he’d give you a harsh slap on your already sensitive pussy.

“ this pusshys mine to eat..mgh fwuck sho good “ mark had a habit of getting drunk off your pussy, always rambling on how if he ever caught you with someone else that person would be dead in a instant. mark always wasn’t a good sharer with his toys. ( ♡︎ )

 .’﹙𝓇𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗈 𝗆𝒶𝗋𝗄 ： 𝗉𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗅 ﹚

this mark is so bossy, always telling people about his empire, so its natural that he bosses you around too. just his orders are more.. explicit.

he loves it when you call him king or emperor it boosts his ego so much and he would probably reward you with allowing you to watch him stroke his hardened cock in front of your innocent naive face, his mewls and whimpers bring you to the edge all the time and even if you dare to turn your head away from the scene he is giving you.

he will punish you, slapping his member against you face and probably even smearing in against your facial cheeks. if you cry about how it hurts when he slaps you with his cock he’ll just do it harder next time, smirking at your pathetic cries.

he doesnt just ask for sex, no no no he demands it. he expects you yo be on your knees mouth wide open with your tongue hanging out when he wants his fat cock sucked, and if he wants to fuck you, he better see you in a wide mating press with your small fingers spreading your pussy for him.

retro mark is like those men on broadcasts who claim women have to only do 3 things, and your 3 things are to worship his cock, pleasure him, and give him your lovely attention and he probably has a collar and leash for you too when he is pounding you from the back. ( ♡ )

 .’﹙ℴ𝗆𝗇𝗂 𝓂𝖺𝗋𝗄 ：𝓈𝗂𝗓𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗄 ﹚

i can imagine that this mark is a little bit muscular than the others, always focusing and working out 24/7.

thats why when he is pressed against your body, making you stand on your tippie toes to kiss him, his mind goes extremely blank.

so blank to the fact that his cock is springing back to life, he sometimes wonder how’d you look in a chokehold while being fucked so good bye him.

mark has a big dick, everyone knows that but when he has his member hovering above your stomach to show you how deep he is gonna go your little face panicking just makes his dick jump and bounce against your stomach.

god you’re such a fucking vixen mark thinks, always distracting him when he works out and you just claim “ i wanna help you! “ but your tight yoga clothes say other wise. he wants to take you here and tower over your small frame bending your body into the desired position he’d like. and so he does, he can feel his tip trying to prod open your womb and force itself inside

your eyes were blown wide open, jaw slacked and drool smothered all over your chest and jaw. he loved you like this, destroyed and ruined from other men but him, the way your pussy could only accommodate to him after this would leave you shocked. ( ♡︎ )

[stareiiez]

"i don't get what's the harm in going out with me, other than popping your head off your neck and then killing the other's if you say no. because lets be honest, i'm being really nice here giving you this chance." retro-invincible/ goggle invincible states rather calmly.

his hand is wrapped around your throat, a lens of his is broken, and the exposed pupil shows a sheer bored look. he's staring at your chest like he has x-ray vision and he can actively see how fast your heart is beating.

" you see I DIDN'T--" his hand around your throat tightens. " get to have some relationship with you in my world. rex took you from me, and he got you killed because he wasn't good enough to protect you."

he sighs, head casting over your shoulder to stare in the direction of a bleeding out rexsplode, shielding the battered body of Monster Girl behind him. smoke and ash flutter around like twisted snowflakes.

" and he didn't seem as hurt as I was when your funeral happened, he didn't give you even a fucking eulogy. I didn't even get to say anything to you, either. I couldn't, I was too busy using your headstone to beat his brains across the dirt." Retro Invincible hums, his gaze flickering to you when you struggle for air. Your hands claw at his wrist when his thumb traces over your pulse point. it flutters like a humming bird's wing.

it makes him actively grin to see how hard you try to put up a fight, even when you know you'll lose. it's what he's always loved about you, that spunky-ness.

" but now I get to beat him to you this time, I get to have you. I'll protect you, and you can be the hero you always wanted to be. just say yes, and you can save so many lives."

[tokoyamisstuff]

Hear me out…

Variants finding out that reader who is their S.O in their universe is dating somebody else in this one

All the possible reactions from them ESPECIALLY if the seeing reader again was their main motivation for coming to this dimension in the first place

(Pretty please can you include No goggles Mark and the variant that got blown up with Rex,,,,he had such an evil yet sweet and soft voice it still scratches my head so good)

Warnings: every red flag imagineable, forced relationship, abduction, manipulation, canon-typical violence + death, not proofread

He's calm. Too calm. Because he knows exactly how to resolve this.

You'd surely hate him if he was to kill your mate - which wouldn't be a hindrance, but still bothersome - so instead he resorts to more sophisticated measurements.

Got your partner dangling helplessly in the air while making it crystal clear that if he was to ever approach you again, the consequences would be worse than death.

Of course he'd be there to comfort you immediately after you get broken up with 'out of the blue'. You'll never know.

Surprisingly, I think he'd be the most chill about it. After all, he knows best what it's like to try and fill the void with meaningless partners.

But anyways, it's time you stop this bullshit, because your real soulmate is here now. He wouldn't even feel threatened by this nobody, confident that you'll eventually see just how much better he is in every way.

However, he is not a patient man. If you take too long to accept your fate, he might have to become a little more aggressive in his attempts.

Oh, so you want to make him jealous? Cute. Challenge accepted.

But don't be fooled by his confident facade, on the inside he is seething with rage and heartbreak. There's no way to calm him down, couldn't care less and didn't ask for your opinion, feelings, or whatever excuse you'd come up with to soothe his hurt pride.

He'd keep your 'pathetic attempt at replacing him' around, torturing him for his own amusement, and also as means of punishment because you 'cheated' on him. To 'mark his territory', he will constantly force your partner to watch the things he does to you.

In between his cruel way of venting his anger, he'll have brief moments of weakness, revealing just how desparate he is for your affection.

Won't harm your partner if you comply and come with him. They're insignificant either way.

He's pretty chill about the whole situation, certain that given time you'll surrender to your new circumstances. Treats you strict yet caring - as far as he is able to be - and gives you clear instructions of how to act around him.

Other than that, you'll be granted a rather peaceful life with as much freedom as he is possible to give to make you adapt easier. Asks you to never mention your ex in any way, though. Sore topic.

As far as he's concerned, your life before his arrival never existed.

This whole situation is weirdly amusing to him. He'll have a fit of laughter seeing you with this fucking loser, slapping his ankle and acting all silly, while degrading them and also you for choosing someone like this.

Will challenge your partner to a 'duel to win your favor' just for the fun of it. Might even let them land a hit or two, just to toy with them. We all know how this ends, but hey, it got the point across pretty well.

Afterwards he'll act all cheerful and whimsy, twirling you around and expecting you to be thrilled that he's here and got rid of this 'disgrace' for you.

Would be very underatanding. You are not to blame, after all. It's just that your kind is so weirdly obsessed with the concept of love, that you'd rather stay with the wrong companion than be all alone.

But now he has arrived, and by Viltrumite logic you should practically launch yourself onto the superior choice.

Acts as callous and neutral as always, claiming that this union is strictly strategical, but in reality it's eating him alive that he keeps failing to recreate a bond similar to the one you had with your partner.

At some point he pours out his heart, despite having a hard time to verbalize those feelings he was never taught. It's a beginning, though.

Amused, at least initially. But his mood is pretty erratic in general and can switch drastically.

Depending on your reaction, he might either adapt to the situation pretty easily or do something he regrets later. It's a thin line honestly, and there's no right or wrong action.

Most likely he's a petty bastard and will disregard your partner completely. Flirts with you constantly like a damn bully that tries to steal someone's girl in the most disrespectful way possible. And given his power he just knows neither of you have the guts to resist his antics. If you do play hard to get however, it only spurrs him further!

He can work with whatever you decide on doing.

This is his breaking point.

As soon as the reality of the situation sets in, he'll have a complete mental breakdown. You're finally in reach and yet so far away, with someone better that can provide a normal life for you.

Without any hope to hold onto, he'll start destroying everything in his path in a nihilistic fenzy. Without you, nothing matters anymore - it's better to end it all and take everyone with him.

You'll sacrifice yourself by making the heroic offer to stay at his side if he spares your world - and really, he'd rather have you like this than not at all.

Abducts you right then and there, no questions asked.

This man is so lost in his delusions that he seamlessly continues where he left off with his world's version of you. He refuses to acknowledge that you're a completely different person and gets unstable if you act any different than he expects you to.

The most horrifying thing is that he's a talented manipulator without even trying to be. Gaslights you into obedience by claiming it's the only way to keep you safe, and his gentle way of tending to you in huge contrast to his true nature. Over time he's able to actually make you care for him in a twisted way.

His intentions might be pure, his methods on the other hand are anything but that.

But hey, he never seeked out to be absolved anyways. All he wanted was to have you back.

Be prepared to hear all insuslts in the book being hurled at you.

Kills your partner out of a whim, but regrets his approach later on since he should have made them suffer way more. You can be glad he has a soft spot for you in his heart, otherwise would've died right then and there together.

Better make up to him after your 'mistake' by every means necessary. Get on your knees and beg for his forgiveness - even though you have no idea who he is or what he is talking about.

But hey, luckily he just can't be mad at you for too long.

Bonus: Retro Invincible

"I'm not mad, just disappointed" he states flatly with that smooth, balmy voice of his. He is definetly mad. Run.

Takes his sweet time ending the life of the person that dared defiling you with their unworthy touch, making you watch the entire thing so you'll 'learn your lesson'. And don't you dare to scream or even cry for them, or he'll unleash pain a thousand times worse.

Becomes awfully possessive afterwards. Even while holding you in captivity he'd still find reasons to lash out randomly at people he deems suspicious. You are always under his scrutiny, and the fact that you'll never truly be his is slowly driving him insane.

What a cruel turn of fate for both of you, eh?

[bettys-redwinesupernova]

I GET YOU

rafe cameron x fem!reader

( moodboard does NOT depict readers appearance !! )

WARNINGS: none? i can’t really think of anything, just pure fluff! soft!rafe :’) maybe the slightest mention of worrying about what others think/fear of being judged? lmk if i missed anything !!

SUMMARY: rafe and weird!reader are one of the strangest couples in the obx. nobody has any clue how the cunning and cruel rafe cameron is dating the epitome of sunshine. but rafe just gets her, and she just gets him🫶

based on this ask !! i hope you enjoy 🍮🍒 anon, and i hope it was what you asked for, and i added in that the reader makes jewellery and collects sonny’s angels :) and sorry for the late post !! <3

WORD COUNT: 1.1k

THIRD PERSON +

The Outer Banks sun was blazing overhead as Y/N wandered down the streets of Kildare Island. The vibrant clinking of her many bracelets echoed softly in the quiet cul-de-sac as she adjusted her brightly colored tote bag over her shoulder. It was filled to the brim with craft supplies—beads of every color, rolls of thread, and the newest addition to her collection: two tiny Sonny’s Angels figurines she’d found at a small thrift shop on the mainland.

She was a walking burst of color. Her patchwork denim jeans were covered in hand-sewn floral patterns, her lime-green tank top layered over a long-sleeved baby tee, and her hair was adorned with barrette clips in the shape of stars and hearts. The contrast between her aesthetic and the neutral, coastal tones of the OBX locals was stark. She stuck out like a sore thumb—and she didn’t care.

And Rafe Cameron loved her for it.

From his perch on the porch steps of Tannyhill, Rafe’s blue eyes tracked her approach, his lips quirking into a soft, almost amused smile. He watched as she practically skipped up the gravel driveway, clutching her tote bag like it held treasure.

“Rafey!” she called out, her voice a melodic lilt that never failed to make his chest ache in the best way. “Guess what I found!”

He chuckled, standing up and brushing off his khaki shorts. “What, another one of those creepy little baby dolls?”

She gasped in mock outrage, clutching her heart. “They’re not creepy! They’re little angels, and they’re adorable. Look!” She yanked the two figurines from her bag and held them up like prized possessions. One was dressed as a strawberry, the other as a little chef.

Rafe leaned down, squinting at the tiny figures in her hands. “Yeah, adorable is one way to put it,” he teased, but his grin betrayed his words.

“Don’t be mean,” she said, poking his chest lightly. Her rings sparkled in the sunlight as she did so. “You just don’t understand their charm.”

“I don’t,” he admitted with a shrug, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her into his chest. “But I understand you, and that’s enough for me.”

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she buried her face in his chest. “You’re such a sap sometimes.”

“Only for you.”

The two of them stood like that for a moment, swaying slightly in the breeze. The Cameron estate was quiet; Ward and Rose were off on one of their trips, and Sarah was, well, doing whatever Sarah did these days. It left Rafe and Y/N in a little bubble of their own, untouched by the world’s judgments.

“You wanna help me make something?” Y/N asked, pulling back slightly to look up at him.

“Make what?”

“A bracelet!” She stepped out of his arms, already rummaging through her bag. “I got these new beads, and I think they’d look great with your eyes.”

Rafe raised an eyebrow. “You wanna make me a bracelet?”

“Why not?” she said, grinning. “It’s not like you’re gonna wear it in public or anything. Unless…” Her grin turned mischievous.

“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, though his tone was light.

She giggled, plopping down on the porch steps and spreading her supplies out like an artist preparing her canvas. Rafe followed, sitting beside her and watching as her nimble fingers worked to thread beads onto a piece of elastic.

“Why do you do this?” he asked after a while, his voice soft.

“Do what?”

“This.” He gestured to her array of beads, figurines, and tiny tools. “All of it. The bright clothes, the crafts… you’re not exactly like anyone else around here.”

She paused, looking up at him with a small smile. “Because it makes me happy,” she said simply. “I like colours. I like making things. It’s who I am.”

Rafe nodded, taking her answer in stride. He’d always admired her confidence in being herself, even when people whispered about her behind her back or shot her strange looks in town. It was a level of self-assuredness he wasn’t sure he’d ever reach.

“You know,” she said after a moment, stringing a star-shaped bead onto the bracelet, “a lot of people think it’s weird that we’re together.”

“They’re idiots.”

She laughed, a light, airy sound that made his heart swell. “I know that. But still… you’re Rafe Cameron. People expect you to date, like, the cheerleader type. Not someone who spends their weekends thrifting for doll clothes.”

He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. His touch was gentle, his fingers brushing against the plastic barrette clipped in her hair. “Let them think what they want,” he said firmly. “You make me happy. That’s all that matters.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned in to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re too good to me, Rafe Cameron.”

“Damn right I am,” he said with a smirk, though the teasing edge in his voice was softened by the way he gazed at her like she hung the stars in the sky.

She finished the bracelet a few minutes later, tying it off and holding it up for inspection. It was a mix of blue and white beads, with a single star charm in the center. “What do you think?”

“It’s perfect,” he said, letting her slide it onto his wrist. The contrast between the delicate bracelet and his rugged, calloused hands was almost laughable, but he wore it with pride.

“You look so cute,” she cooed, taking his hand in hers to admire her handiwork.

“Don’t push it,” he said, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward.

She leaned her head on his shoulder, her eyes drifting to the horizon where the sun was beginning to set. “You know, I used to think no one would ever get me,” she admitted quietly. “Like, really get me.”

Rafe turned his head to look at her, his expression softening. “I get you,” he said simply.

She smiled, tilting her head up to kiss him softly. “Yeah,” she whispered against his lips. “You do.”

The world around them seemed to fade away as they sat together on the porch steps, wrapped in their own little universe. It didn’t matter what the rest of the Outer Banks thought of them. They had each other, and that was more than enough.

For the first time in a long time, Rafe Cameron felt like he could be himself. And for Y/N, that was the greatest gift of all.

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this was so so cute and so much fun to write !! i LOVE weird girl!reader soooo much and this was just the CUTEST🥹 i really hope this was what you wanted 🍮🍒 anon and i hope i got the aesthetics correct :) as always, please like and reblog as it means the WORLD to me <333

[kikoovrr]

❀ 𝖤𝗎 𝖾𝗌𝖻𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗂 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺𝗋, 𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝖾𝖼𝖾𝗂 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗃𝗈, 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗂 𝗇𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗈, 𝖾𝗎 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗂 𝖺 𝗅𝗂́𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺. 𝖥𝗈𝗂 𝗇𝖺 𝗉𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗂𝗑𝗈 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗍𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝖾𝗂𝗍𝗈, 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝖺 𝖾𝗎 𝗇𝖺 𝗌𝗎𝖺 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖺. 𝖯𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖺, 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝖾́ 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾 𝖿𝗂𝖼𝖺. ᬾ

[kaayyyys]

this duo 😻

YUMMMM

[hazbinfallinginaspiral]

Teasing

When Vox gets in a bad mood he doesn’t take it out on his wife— not much, at least. He just teases her. Spending time with her and being romantic helps him feel better.

The cleaning supply closet is small. Cramped. Smells like lemon and bleach. It’s fine, though. I just need to grab—

A zap of static crackles against my skin. Not painful, but sharp. I yelp, dropping the cloth I’d been reaching for.

Vox is right behind me.

“Oh?” His voice is a smooth hum, low and teasing, laced with something I can’t quite place. “Twitchy, are we?”

I turn, or try to. He’s too close. My back hits the shelves as he steps further in, looming over me.

He’s in a mood.

The kind that makes his movements sharper, his smirk just a little too smug.

The kind where he wants to play with me.

I shiver, breath hitching when he braces one arm against the shelf, caging me in.

“V-Vox, I was just—”

“You finished cleaning an hour ago, Retro.”

I bite my lip, curling my fingers into my apron. “But I—”

He zaps me again, this time at my waist, just a tiny crackle of static against my skin. I squeak.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purrs, leaning down so his face is close to mine. “You’ve been such a good girl, running yourself ragged for me, haven’t you?”

Heat floods my face. My legs shake. I press myself against the shelves, but he’s right there, so close, so—

The room glitches. A flash of static swallows my vision—

And then I’m on the bed.

I barely have time to react before Vox is on top of me, pressing me down against the mattress, a knee slotting between my legs.

I make a noise, high and startled, and he laughs, a warm, buzzing sound against my ear.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, brushing my hair back with an almost mocking gentleness. “So hardworking, so sweet… What did I do to deserve such a precious little wife?”

I whimper.

He chuckles again, dragging his lips down to my jaw, my neck, pressing hot, teasing kisses to my skin. “Mmm, so cute,” he breathes. “My cute little sea bunny…”

A shaky exhale escapes me, my mind going fuzzy.

That’s when I feel it.

The faint wisp of my own smoke curling around us.

“Oh?” Vox grins, voice slipping into something softer, looser. He breathes it in, his tension easing, his fingers on my waist relaxing. “Well now… That’s just adorable.”

I flush deeper. “I-I didn’t mean to—”

“Shhh.” He kisses my forehead, the touch light and affectionate. “Don’t get all flustered now.”

I try to wriggle away, but there’s nowhere to go. Vox has me pinned, his body pressed flush against mine, his knee shifting just slightly—just enough to make me squirm.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetheart?” His voice drips amusement, static curling at the edges like a satisfied hum.

My fingers curl weakly into his shirt, my legs squeezing together involuntarily. “I-I wasn’t—”

Zap.

A tiny, playful jolt at my hip, making me yelp and twitch.

Vox laughs, nuzzling his nose against my temple, dragging it down my cheek. “God, you’re cute,” he purrs. “Running around all day, cleaning, cooking, worrying your pretty little head off… Such a good girl, such a sweet little wife.”

My face burns.

“Working so hard for me,” he continues, lips trailing lower, brushing over my jaw, my throat. “Taking care of everything so I don’t have to lift a damn finger. That’s love, baby. That’s devotion.”

Another kiss. Another teasing brush of his lips against my too-sensitive skin.

“Such a good little thing.”

My breath hitches.

“Such a precious little wife.”

I shudder.

Zap. Right against my waist this time.

I whimper, arching against him.

He chuckles darkly. “Oh? What was that, bunny?”

Before I can respond, a glitch crackles through the air, and for just a split second, I see the faintest flicker of his spiral flash across his screen.

It’s gone almost instantly.

But the moment it appears, I feel myself exhale, a little wisp of smoke curling from my lips as my body slackens.

Vox grins.

“Aww,” he coos, voice syrupy with praise. “Look at you.” His fingers trail down my side, slow and deliberate. “Letting go so easy. Relaxing for me so nice.”

I tremble, my head light, my muscles warm and loose. I try to glare at him, but it’s weak, and he knows it.

His smirk deepens. “You just love when I take care of you, huh?”

I shake my head. “Y-you’re the one—”

Zap.

Another small jolt, this time against my antenna.

I squeal, kicking my legs. “Vox!”

He just laughs, rubbing slow, lazy circles against the base of it before trailing his fingers down—down, down—to grab my tail.

“V-Vox—!”

Another squeak, another squirm, another helpless twitch of my hips.

“Aww,” he purrs, squeezing playfully before shifting lower, his fingers now ghosting along my stomach.

I freeze, sucking in a sharp breath.

He grins. “Oh? Ticklish?”

I shake my head frantically.

“Liar.”

He presses his fingers against my skin, moving in slow, teasing strokes, watching with pure glee as I twitch and writhe beneath him.

“V-Vox—!”

And then, just as I’m about to combust, he moves—rolling us over so I’m curled up against his chest, my heart pounding, my breath ragged, my body melting into his.

“Much better.” He purrs, nuzzling into my hair.

I whimper weakly, cheeks scorching, clinging onto him like a lifeline.

He smirks. “Aww, is my bunny flustered?”

I squeak, burying my face against him.

Vox just chuckles, rubbing slow, soothing circles against my back. “Good girl.”

[black-brained]

Bro looks like he’s itching to tell me a joke

[thegikitiki]

Modern Living Room Decor, 1972

[bobbykennedyshusband]

“Dream A Little Dream Of Me” 💝

Bobby Kennedy x Reader

synopsis : Bobby has always given you everything you’ve ever wanted, always spoiled you endlessly, and a certain dream makes you feel ready to do the same in return, in the best way you can.

word count : 1.8k

warnings : nothing graphic goes on, just talks about domestic family life and marriage

authors note : hiii this is my first fanfic ever so it might be kind of all over the place, sincerest apologies if that’s the case. also sorry for any grammar or spelling mistakes. I hope you enjoy!!

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Bright beams of sunshine passed in through your window, breaking through the silky curtains Bobby had put up for you months earlier, and pulling you from your deep sleep. You rubbed your eyes carefully and shifted slightly, rolling over so your back faced the window and nuzzling your face into the pillow Bobby usually slept on as you began to think. Your mind was fogged by the aftermath of deep slumber, but you could remember one thing clearly. You’d been having quite vivid dreams all night long, ones that made you think about things you hadn’t even considered. Made you think about Bobby, and your future, and the past and present too.

The last time you remembered having a dream as vivid as the one from last night was on the night after Bobby’s proposal to you.

You’d been so excited, and all night long your mind had gifted you with visions of a big, beautiful wedding—a long white aisle with a lace veil trailing along it, wedding rings, Bobby’s tanned hands holding yours and his lips offering generous kisses, an impressively beautiful layered cake, ribbons in your bridesmaids’ hair. It’d all been wonderful to get to imagine, and it left you smiling and blushing bashfully when you awoke, excited like a schoolgirl who’d just been asked to prom.

It hadn’t all just been dreams either, for all of it had really been brought to life, thanks to the sweet nature of your darling Bobby and his extensive familial wealth. You’d told him about your dream, and about your fantasies of your ideal perfect wedding. He’d taken every bit into consideration, and made it all a reality on your big day. The venue and decor at your real wedding had all been beautiful, just like in your dreams—pale shades of pink, yellow, cream, and blue dancing all around the place in exquisitely pleasing order—and the ceremony had been even better, the most romantic, fulfilling moments of your entire life that nothing could’ve ever prepared you nor could ever live up to.

For your honeymoon as well, he’d planned that according to your fantasies of a perfect vacation months earlier. You’d been flipping through a women’s magazine and saw photos of a beautiful 17th century estate in Portugal. A big, castle like home with dozens of rooms of gleaming marble and stone and intricate hand painted designs. A large garden out front filled with beautiful flowers, with a big staircase leading to a huge crystal clear pool, acres of perfect green grass and a clear path through the enormity of the estate intended to be used as a moat of admiration. The coast was nearby, as well, so you could make a trip out to the beach whenever you wanted.

You had adored the property, and showed it to Bobby later that evening in bed. You’d hinted at maybe going somewhere like that for your honeymoon, or for some other vacation down the line. You hadn’t explicitly stated that you wanted to stay in that exact home, you knew renting it would be enormously expensive and you didn’t want to make Bobby feel like he had to put all the money unnecessarily into something like that. You didn’t want to seem too frivolous or like a gold digger, nor did you want to overwhelm him. Your worries were completely thrown out the window by Bobby, though, and you discovered this was such when he surprised you about a week later with plane tickets to Portugal and the news he’d rented the whole place out for your honeymoon.

You’d been so excited and thanked him nearly hundreds of times, basking in the joy of having a man that really seemed to be eager to do absolutely anything under the sun if it would please you. He was so doting and so kind, and spoiled you so much you almost felt guilty for it. You knew you were much luckier than most women, knew you had the greatest husband you possibly could. He gave you everything, did everything, and it made you want to do the same for him.

And maybe that—knowing Bobby would do anything for you, everything was possible with him, you could have any future you thought up thanks to his doting unconditional sweetness—was why you’d dreamed so vividly of finally making a father out of him.

That was certainly the greatest gift you could give him, and was a dream of yours, like a majority of other wonderful things you’d enjoyed together.

Your dreams of a wedding had of course come true, your dreams of a perfect honeymoon had come true, you had a marriage that would’ve been the stuff of fairytale and fantasy to you when you were a young girl. Maybe this was supposed to come true as well. Maybe the next thing you were meant to have was.. a baby.

You were snapped out of your long winded train of thought by the door creaking open, and you turned your head up to see none other than Bobby stepping into the room, in all his handsome Kennedy glory. He usually got up earlier than you and wasn’t in bed when you woke up, so you hadn’t even really processed his absence till now, but now that you had, you realized you’d missed him. He was already dressed for the day in a sweater and slacks, and held a cup of coffee for you in his hand.

“Well, good morning, dear.” That familiar boyish smile came onto his face as he spoke and made his way over to the bed, sitting on the edge and setting your mug down on the nightstand. He leaned down, brushing your soft hair off of your face and pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead, his lips curved up in a faint smile.

“I would’ve woken you up a bit sooner, but you looked so peaceful, I just couldn’t bring myself to.” Bobby spoke, keeping his voice soft and running his fingers through your hair, gazing down at you. “I made a cup of coffee for you. Figured you’d want it, you usually do.”

You allowed yourself to relax against his touch and shut your eyes again, though it wasn’t for the intention of sleeping or even really relaxing. It just served the purpose of allowing you to focus more solely on Bobby’s gentle touch, and bask in the quiet intimacy of the moment without the extra stimulation of sight.

You gave a slight nod after he told you he’d brought you coffee, smiling softly. Bobby was quiet for a moment after your lack of a response, and he soon started to talk about his duties for the day, softly speaking about plans with Jack. He had a few meetings or something, and had paperwork to fill out. You didn’t really know, as you hadn’t been listening much. You were too busy thinking still, and Bobby always had a tendency to ramble.

You gently interrupted him a minute or two into his soft rambling.

“I dreamed about you.”

Bobby was snapped out of his thoughts upon hearing your voice. He processed your words and smiled a bit at them but didn’t respond with much, just a soft, “Yeah?”

He was hoping his lack of substantial reply would encourage you to speak again, and tell him more. He was always interested in what went on in your mind, whether it was when you were asleep or awake. He thought you had a beautiful way of thinking, a beautiful mind and psyche. Probably why he always took your advice on serious matters, with no second thoughts.

“I dreamed that.. that we had a baby. A little girl. She had your eyes and smile, and my hair. We loved her so much, she fit right into everything. It felt so real. We gave her a pink nursery and she had little pajamas with Bambi on them, and we put little pink bows in her hair. Oh, it was so precious.”

Bobby’s eyes went slightly wide for a moment at the words that sounded from you. He hadn’t necessarily been expecting to hear that, but he wasn’t upset about it. No no, not upset at all. Quite the opposite, really. He’d been waiting to hear something like that from you, waiting for a confirmation that you were ready for a life like that with him. He’d always known that you would eventually, he’d just chosen to be a gentleman and wait for you to decide when you wanted it. And now that it sounded like you were reaching that point, he was beyond excited. The prospect of a baby, a sweet little thing to cherish and love, filled him bright joy.

“Well I.. I’d be ready to make that a reality. That is, only if you are, Y/N. You’ve never brought this up before, so don’t decide on a spur of the moment type thing. We have all the time in the world, you know.”

You’d been married for just under a year, but you loved eachother so deeply, you both could be certain that nothing could happen that would cause you to split. And most certainly a baby wouldn’t . A baby would be a blessing, the physical embodiment of your love for eachother. It’d tie you together even more, make you as close as you possibly could be past marriage, bonded for life. You’d be parents together, the natural next big step in your love story.

You fluttered your eyes open and looked up at the man in front of you. You smiled softly and reached your hand up to rest it on his hand that was still against your cheek. You leaned your head to the side a bit and gently kissed his palm. “I.. I think I’m ready, Bobby. I just needed a little reminder that it was a possibility for us. I guess that’s why the angels or something blessed me with a dream about it.”

Bobby’s smile widened and he gazed for a moment before sliding his hand away, instead wrapping both of his arms around your waist and pulling you up slightly. He leaned in further and pressed gentle kisses to your face, all along your cheeks and your forehead and jaw, and anywhere else he could reach without going below the neck. You smiled brightly and allowed him to shower you in all this attention, definitely enjoying it quite a bit and showing your appreciation in soft giggles and an embrace, your arms sliding around his neck.

Bobby finally stopped the kisses and nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. His face was smooth, so you knew he’d shaved this morning, and you could feel his lips curved up into a smile against your skin. You slid your fingers through his hair, and he sweetly spoke up.

“What are we waiting for then?”

[stareiiez]

ngl, i think mark grayson or goggleless invincible are panty sniffers . mark just because he’s shy and can’t make a move so he does the best best thing , and goggleless invincible ? he just likes your scent , and would add it to part of his costume if he could .

[retrosabers]

please, for the love of god. STOP. infantilizing the reader/female characters. yes i’m looking at you creepy old man logan writers. it’s gross. it’s borderline pedophilic. and i want it off my dash.